#luminitsa

Doodled a comic about Ezres giving Luminitsa a haircut! I thought Luminitsa looked very Punk Rock in that one slide and I decided Ezres would agree with me and take a selfie with her. Also Ezres used her hunter cloak as a tarp.

I doodled this dumb little comic about Ikora and Luminitsa and I love it.

Another Destiny 2 OC! This is Luminitsa. I got the idea to make her one time when I was scrolling through names and found this one. Her name means "Little Light" and y'all know why I had to make this kiddo.

“Luminitsa”

Former Sundown’s player leaves wife and kids “broken”

Former Sundowns forward Nyasha Mushekwi is used to scoring on the field, but his wife and children are certainly not benefiting.

According to the Sunday Sun, the footballer, who now plays in Belgium has left his wife and their kids high and dry.

Sources told the paper that Nyasha’s wife is broken and without any way of making ends meet after the footballer kicked her out of the house.

And in…

FLASHBACK: She stumbled as she walked, a tight knot forming in her stomach as she got closer and closer to where the child’s scream had come from. And there he was. Her beautiful little boy, just five years of age, the colour of a corpse, drenched in blood and unrecognizable on the cold ground, dead. She let out a wretched wail, falling to her knees beside him. She cradled the limp body in her arms, her body shaking with silent sobs. She lifted her head and stared into her son’s lifeless green eyes, so much like her own. Slowly she stroked a finger down his cheek, and then gently closed his lids. “I love you,” she whispered softly, holding him closer to her, resting her head on top of his. She barely noticed that she was now covered in his blood. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, minutes? Hours? She knew she would have to let go eventually. With a shaky breath, she laid him back on the ground with precision, as though afraid she may break him. She got to her feet and stood there for a moment. She wouldn’t even have time to bury him. She felt her heart break then. It felt as though someone had physically ripped her heart right out of her chest. She began to back away, and slammed into something hard behind her. Turning, her gaze was met with cold, merciless red eyes. Just as her eyes began to take in the person, or whatever this monster was, she was knocked off her feet. With a hard thud she landed on her side, her head slamming against the ground. And then it was above her, lifting her up. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, a burning sensation, and then it travelled down her chest and arms, hands and fingertips, until it felt like every cell and nerve in her body was on fire. She struggled desperately, but it was no use, whatever she was up against held her in an iron grip. The last thing she saw was a pendant, in the shape of a V, on a chain around its neck. And then darkness encompassed her.

Luminitsa shook her head, breaking out of her daze. She let out a soft sigh, holding her arms across her chest as though she were trying to hold her fragile heart in one piece. The thought of her son’s death still hurt, even though it had been centuries. She had been left with bitterness inside her since it. She had never given up on finding her son’s killer. HER killer. He’d killed her too, killed who she used to be. She longed for the day when she could stare into those soulless red eyes, the colour her eyes were now, and her face be the last thing he saw when she tore out his heart, snapped his head off his shoulders, and set him on fire. She felt a sadistic smile tug at the corners of her lips at the thought. Oh how she hated the Volturi. Yes, the Volturi, for it was one of them who was the persecutor. The question now was, whom? She knew now what that pendant had stood for. All thanks to her new found friends. Together, they were going to begin an uprising against the Volturi.