#varrix

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The incredible @varrix did it again. And I’m blown away and without words <3 Thank you for bringing Erwin and Levi from my French AU to life!

This is based on my ongoing collab fic Touche de Désir and all the details in this piece of art are perfect and I can’t stop looking at it.

I commissioned @varrix​ these two amazing pieces of art. The first one is the cover for a fic: Erwin’s funeral (though it’s only in spanish for now, guys) and the second one, a modern Levi for my profile, because I imagine him like this out of the canonverse.

Thank you so much for bringing them to life. 

Witcher Logan by @varrix

Commission by the always brilliant @varrix for the lovely @traumschwinge and @fatcatsarecats; thank you for the AMAZING Logan as Geralt fic here and here!!! I hope you love it as much as I do and that it inspires you to write more lol :D

Mikasa Ackerman, the Cellist (fanart commission made by the incredible @varrix​ ) 

Her body knew the prelude just like it knew how to breathe, the trembling sensation increased as she approached the courante; her public awed in silence letting her passion be theirs. She was one with the cello, her fingers an extension of the strings... a woman as resilient as the titanium they are made of. Her bow danced with Bach’s melody, freeing her from her solitude and giving all she would ever ask.

Print by @varrix

I had the immense pleasure to get a commision from the wonderful @varrix a few months ago. I wanted to write something for it, and I finally managed to get the time to do so. 300 little words to try and honor this beauty.

Your head rests against the rock, eyes closed, breaths even. Your clean-shaven jaws are pale, or maybe it’s the stark difference with the hair that circles your face. Lying on the ground, unconscious, you seem as beautiful as you were on that first day, soaked through and out of breath when we came out of the icy water and I was finally able to look at you.

But you don’t move, now. You don’t yell orders or talk to me or rub your arms through your drenched cardigan while your chattering teeth threaten to shatter, seeing how hard they slam against each other.

You don’t move.

You’ve overridden your power, trying, as always, to save the world. Your world. Humans and mutants. Me.

As always, you tried to make me see the world as you do. As always, you thought about me first.

But look at you, now. Hurt and defenseless. What would you do without me by your side? I told you already, we belong together, when will you see it?

Your brow creases when I gather you in my arms, but your body is as malleable as a doll’s, pliant against my torso. I feel your deep breaths against the naked skin of my neck, and what seems to be a sigh.

So long since the last time you were like this. That day in Cuba, twenty years ago…

How did we let such things happen, Charles? How could we let us being torn apart like this?

You’re too kind. I lack kindness. You’re too selfless. I care about you. Let’s find a permanent solution.

Later.