#soistarve

Chrissy didn’t have much of an appetite today. Not after her mother muttered something under her breath after the cheerleader had considered some of the eggs and toast her father had prepared for breakfast. It was fine, those first few periods before lunch flew by anyways. 

Jason had to stay late for practice tonight, otherwise he would have totally driven her to school. Just as well, because Chrissy was about to be late thanks in part to Mrs. Cunningham fussing with the seams of her cheer uniform skirt, which she knew they’d purchased too small to begin with. “It’s almost finished, sweetheart. I thought you said it would fit you by the time the season started.” Well, it did fit, just not the way her mother thought it should. There wasn’t a home game for another two weeks, which was plenty of time to...

Speaking of time, Chrissy had to snatch the garment with a loose thread still trailing in order to catch the last bus before homeroom. Bounding off of the bus, it was clear she was among the last of the stragglers- the parking lot was mostly cleared out except for the kids who didn’t care on any day ending in ‘y’. Her steps were light and full of that cheerleader spring, but her backpack slung hastily over one shoulder, it was only a matter of moments before the loose strap snagged on the side mirror of a rather sleek looking blue Camaro. Chrissy went one way, the bag went another, and she fell with a soft thud on the parking lot asphalt. She groaned.

The thunderous galloping of his dabble gray mare echoed down the road of gravel as Eden turned onto the path to Kaer Morhen. The autumn wind felt good on his freckled face; his hair was the color the autumn leaves. A drop of dusk that would turn the world a reddish hue. He cared not that his curls bounced with every movement of his beloved horse, Liath Macha. 

The harvest had been good since the last winter; his coin purse was considerably full and he had sent shipments of supplies no less than three times over the course of his roaming. 

However, the intense desire to return home was too much to ignore, and like the wayward son they all were deep down, Eden was happy to return to the fold for a much earned rest. 

As  Liath Macha cantered up the trail, Eden was surprised to see a glimpse of silvery snow strands and the clopping of hooves. Beaming with excitement, Eden had his beloved mare trot alongside of Geralt of Rivia. 

“ Aye, guid day, Geralt, long time nae see, how are ye?” he asked as his emerald gaze fell upon his comrade. 

“ Ye nae lookin’ too worse fer ware. How was yer travels?” 

@soistarve​ S.C. 

so after extensive toiling and intense emotional labor here it is at last: luxu’s concept design for his ffvii au! :D it’s really messy but pwease full view for all the wee details uvu  

BONUS under the cut: monster mouth luxu ( !! MAJOR DISTENDED JAW/TEETH/TONGUE / BODY / MULTIPLE-EYES-ON-BODY HORROR WARNING !! ) + deepground troy calypso rough concept because @vilifyme​ and i end up smashing these two goblins together any chance we get :| 

first off, i wanna thank god—but also, the devil ( @vilifyme ) for enabling me in these self-indulgent artistic endeavors. we basically have created 101 aus with these dumpster fire bois and as it turns out if you put them in a neverwhere/hellboy-esque au where one of them is a sad immortal that shelters misfit nonhumans and the other is a needy fishie somehow their trashiness sorta cancels out (but not really???)

me talking about painfully slow burn first kissing with vilifyme: dragging my hands down my face oh my g o d??? 😳 i think?? this is what dYING 💀 feels like????? 😩😭😭 im LOsiNG. my. sHIT!!!!!! 😖 oh....oh?? Is??? this is heart failure??!!? 😫 im blacking 👏 tf 👏out. 👏👏👏i can see a light dawg. 😩👌 bro... bRO......... i can’t even iM GONNA S C RMRMEAM I M

Awareness pricked the corner of Luxu’s available eye from beneath the brim of his hat, but he made no physical movement. Not a threat, he could surmise, so retaliation would be unnecessary---merely a curious intruder, he figured, invading his personal space. Immediately noticeable were two brilliant blue eyes beneath a jagged curtain of jet hair, all framed by black feathers and slightly lopsided from Luxu’s viewpoint---then a broad flash of golden fangs and white teeth set in metallic silver once his attention was had.

His face turned fully towards the nuisance---followed by a quick assessment. Taller than the average human, gangly in stature, tanned and toned flesh. However, the hand that had tilted up the article upon his head was the same sort of shine as the invader’s prosthetic mandible---the arm connected following suit, all twisted wires and steel plating, and bejeweled with materia of every possible shade. 

Luxu had, obviously, seen far stranger folks than this creature, and yet, despite how he was keenly aware that he should be annoyed on some level, he felt that such a unique boldness merited an upward quirk corner of his mouth, his own fangs glistening in the low neon light of the bar.