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Snuffed Out - Chapter 4: Temptation

A fun artwork from one of the scenes from my Ninjago fic!

It’s actually the first time I’ve drawn in the Lego style so that’s been pretty interesting to understand 🙂‍↕️

(( Mentions @ketsuchikotetsu ! And Jak facing reality: not everyone is born with superpowers.))

I wake up, and I feel...good. All I could attest to for the last few weeks was...frustration, exhaustion, and anxiety, so I'll take it. I've weathered the fear – and in truth, I'd be lying if I said the Wolf's words weren't encouraging. I should, perhaps, be more upset at the weight his words carry, but I think I've  mostly grown past that – though perhaps that seed of anxiety...the fear of loss will never entirely wither?

Only time will tell, as I reset all the old fracture lines the Garleans left me with, to build someone new – I won't live with their handicaps, any longer. I've learned to read, and I'm getting better every day – I've been sober and clean for...almost a year now, I think? I've also gotten pretty...mediocre with speaking and reading Doman, but it's progress. I’ve made heaps of gil - for a former street-rat, anyways. I own a flat and a home.

I’m practically a testament to what hard work can accomplish.

Though I'm always...eyeing the next fault that needs fixing, the seemingly-glaring chinks in my armor – but the progress I've made isn't negligible...even accounting for the mistakes along the way.

And yet, as I dress for my morning run, my stomach lurches as I recall the words I wish he hadn't said. That I...probably just lack the ability to tap into my aether of my own accord. It's nothing I hadn't been worried about already – indeed, that he spoke to what I've been afraid of...makes my heart skip a beat even now. All this effort – the desire, the drive to excel...how can I be so much better than everyone else, and still be so...weak?

I'm perfectly capable. Magic isn't essential to power, or strength.

I pull my shoe-laces a bit too tight - I'm just angry. At this world. At the hand I drew.

Every idiot and their brother – including my own twin brother! - can cast a fucking spell, and I'm among those who can't?

Not without a little help from a soul crystal.

What No Meghan Markle Stories today?

Hello, everybody! It’s rather strange that no one is talking about Meghan Markle and Harry today? They had this bonfire burning of the Royal establishment and now nothing!   Did they forget to pay the PR bill for this fiasco? Did you run out of shit to say? The latest that Meghan wanted to run for president was a belly full of laughs! I’m sure the democrat party thought so too. Dummy, the…

Snuffed Out by The Domestics

@baltasar-olveda

Simone's boots clicked on the cellar floor, broken shards of glass echoing in the small room as she hovered around the broken man heaving on the ground. She might have felt pity for the amount of blood that was pooling from his numerous wounds if he hadn't stabbed her thigh with a mirror shard during his initial attempt to escape her. She repaid him ten times over since then.

It started in Les Trois Chemins, the light discussion of her new discovery passing around the most trusted members of La Bande Noire. She kept the information as close to her heart as possible, not wanting anyone to know about it until she was ready to reveal them. Which was why when she spotted an unfamiliar face lingering too close to her group, she had him followed the minute he tried to flee.

He was taken and kept in the cellar where most of her private dealings were held. It didn't take a genius to reason what his intentions for being so close to her and her group were and judging by the direction he was heading, he was a Cardinal spy.