Sep 11, 2024
track art i made for TIME WALKER, from the Duodenary VEMT release!
you know i'm never gonna turn down the opportunity to make some art for murrit, my forever muse 📺
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track art i made for TIME WALKER, from the Duodenary VEMT release!
you know i'm never gonna turn down the opportunity to make some art for murrit, my forever muse 📺
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Just realized I can post the previews for my album here.
This ones called "We Flow", it's the breath aspect song. Made me realize shoegaze and breakcore can go really really well together....
But again – and he seems to remind himself at least once an hour – she doesn’t conform to expectations. She reaches up, and her fingers drag lightly over his jaw. His mouth drops open, and when he sighs, his breath stirs the stray hairs falling out of the knot she’s tied, curling by her ear. She smells of leather, of course, and bears the faint scent of the sea, a sweet rot, sometimes cloying, always comforting. She pushes forward, and her nails scratch over his nape, until she’s grasping tufts of his hair, and tugging, just enough to warm his belly, to make his trousers a growing discomfort. And while this is certainly not what he expected, he feels as though it was an inevitably.
Duodenary By @caprelloidea
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Well this is an interesting turn of events,” Killian says, when they step from the skiff and onto the deck not half an hour later. “A princess kidnapping a pirate. And his ship, for that matter.
Duodenary By @caprelloidea
Not that I don't enjoy a visit now and again," he says. "But who are you, love?" The lady looks amused, and ignores his question, instead looking down at the narwhals that have fallen silent underfoot. Though at first – when he'd leapt to his feet – they fell in line around him, now they swim relaxed between the two of them. In fact, as he watches, they seem to fall in line with her, swimming around her feet. "You know," she says, "when your crew told me that you were wrangling in the harbor down counterclock, I seriously wasn't expecting this.
Duodenary By @caprelloidea
Seeing Red Again || Solo
It had all happened so fast.
One minute Minax Maros was in his grasp and the next?... He had slumped lifelessly to the ground.
The one man, who could offer him answers about his parents, the same man who’d taken everything form him was dead and gone.
Oh the irony.
He watched silently as one by one everyone disappeared and he sat there, next to where the body once lay, at the blood that had pooled there and let out a scream before ripping the watch, the meaningless death sentence away, allowing it to fall into the rubble. He’d been robbed of everything; Minax’s life was supposed to have been his to take, a life for a life… No answers, no blood, nothing.
Only emptiness.
He picked up the Sai that lay on the ground, wiped the blood- Minax’s blood- that matted the pristine blade of one before placing them in their holsters. There was nothing left for him at Wayne Tower; he needed a drink.
***
His legs had managed to carry him to China Town before they threatened to collapse on him. He could feel the blisters forming but he continued the walk home stopping only as a muffled scream for help from the nearby alleyway altered him.
A man, two times his size stood hunched over a woman, knife in hand and pressed to the woman’s throat. The man was smirking, enjoying the woman’s pain, various cuts already marred her body all of them fresh and oozing blood, he was basking in the pleasure that was driving him over the edge; just another sick bastard just like Minax.
How many more innocent lives were going to be lost today? How much until enough was enough?
In that moment he didn’t see the murderer’s face, he saw Minax’s, he saw the life that had been taken away from him… He didn’t even realize that his hands were now glowing bright red, didn’t even realize that the man who only moments ago had a knife to the woman’s throat was now struggling to breathe; as if being strangled by two invisible hands. The screaming woman was nowhere to be found.
No, not invisible hands; he caught the hint of a familiar shade of red dancing across the man’s neck and smiled through the mask that he’d still not taken off.
His magic had returned to him; it was a welcomed guest as he allowed it to take hold of him, felt it pulsing through his body only going stronger now as raised his hand and allowed his fingers to dig into the skin of his own palm… The sickening crack that followed was music to the Warlock’s ears as he watched the man slump lifelessly to the ground.
Kill or be killed.
***
His apartment was a welcomed sight. He felt lighter even as the burden of the recent revelation still weighed on him but for now he allowed the return of his magic to offer him the comfort that he needed. He was on a temporary high, his magic pulsed through the apartment as he switched on the lights, the television without moving a finger.
And it was there, as his eyes fixated on the news bulletin that displayed across the television screen listing Cassandra Wayne as one amongst the people who’d been caught in the debris of Wayne Tower that everything around him shattered once again.
It seemed that even from the grave, Minax had found a way to take what mattered most to Jin.
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