A commission for @wakingdrcams, featuring their cyberpunk character H. I loved getting to design him <333

(He remembers when too many of them had gone missing and his parents started accusing each other of cheating. He didn't correct them. Didn't care enough. He fucking hated them.)

It's easy to paint grief on his face before he steps inside. The rain outside had drenched his clothes, and his hair hung in loose, wet curls around his face. Melissa hadn't been easy to track down - she's pretty damn good at staying off the grid as needed - but he eventually found her and he knows this is her place. His lips tremble as he opens his mouth to ask for her.

"M-Melissa. Please. It's important. Tell her...tell her it's Kelly."

[ unscripted asks . always accepting ]

The look on the young girl's face that came looking for Melissa behind the bar was definitely unique - not much fazed the staff on a club like hers, used to dealing with all sorts of peculiar customers and their quirky requests. There was no room for false morality at a den of sin, after all - but the person at the door looked like a different sort of desperate, if reports were to be believed.

And not many asked for the owner - it wasn't exactly advertised anywhere, and the place was more well-known for the 'flowers' than their gardener anyway. Honeyed eyes moved from the papers littered with handwritten notes, squinting at the employee as if that made Melissa more certain of having heard the club's hostess correctly.

"Kelly?" the club owner repeated, folding herself over the counter to make conversation easier; the background music wasn't overbearing but it wasn't helping to jog the brunette's memory either. "I don't know any girl by that name."

"It's not a girl - it's a guy. Pretty sure he said it's Kelly, though," the hostess shrugged, moving some hair over a shoulder, "He looks desperate, Mel. Said it's important and asked for you by name. You want me to tell the guys to send him packing?"

Then it all dawned on her - Melissa had only known one guy with that name, and one with an important role in her life. It was curious how she still remembered it all so vividly - the brunette's professional career had led her away from the typical office thing and very much astray in the eyes of her family, but Kelly hadn't been the one to blame. No, life just happened to be twisted like that.

And perhaps for Kelly too, if his night was leading him to the doorstep of a stranger given how long it had been since they last saw each other.

"I'll go see him - here, take this back to the office and help Gemma," Melissa instructed the hostess, easily shifting gears and moving from her business persona to the hostess side that had been almost buried once she retired from active duty. With each step taken towards the entrance, the woman glanced at the countless mirrors to check her appearance - fixing a lock of hair, wiping away some invisible make-up smudge and smoothening her dress were all gestures performed mechanically, getting to the club's door and finding herself transported to the past in a second.

Fucking hell - Kelly Mehta was not only still alive, but looking like he had not aged by more than a couple of years.

"What happened to you?" the ex-hostess queried with genuine concern, stepping onto the pavement and getting hit by rain just long enough to pull him in, grabbing the unexpected visitor by his shirt and ignoring the questioning glance of the employee currently stationed there for security purposes, "You're drenched, Kelly. Are you hurt? Are you running from somebody?"

@wakingdrcams sent: Kaz has had a lot of time on his hands to learn a lot of things, including various crafts (building [bridges, houses, etc], fabricating [glass blowing, wood carving, hand sewing], ice fishing, among others), ballroom dancing, art, etc. He is also very well traveled, given that he travels where winter is, rarely choosing to leave wintered lands because he grows weak when he's away from it. However, he isn't very patient and will go for the things he wants. He knows that he can be temporary, even though he's immortal, and it makes him a little less patient than maybe he could or should be.

Are you Ruby's type? // @wakingdrcams ;;

nervous fingers play with coffee stirrer resting in drink set before him, that ever wandering gaze flicking between the people passing on the sidewalk and the general direction of vik's school, hoping to see him within the crowd. he was late, very late, and reilly was beginning to lose hope that he was even going to show up. he contemplates leaving, sending him a text from the comfort of his own bedroom, but he stays, waits for him to get there so he can physically see how the other reacts to being late -- anger, resentment, and sadness swirling in the pit of his stomach as the rest of that jack and coke is downed for a new one.

He probably looks a little psychotic as he stares away, unable to take another step towards the man that used to care for them so. It had been a while of... messy happenings he tries to use as justification for the fact that he didn't even try to contact the man until now – unlike his brother who just could not. No-ah likes to think that, despite his past – and present – distance, Nijah's past care for him will allow him to approach... Not only that, those memories were some kind of shaky proof that he used to be worth it.

He used to be good. There was worth in him, at some point. But now, what is he now?

The exhaustion is written across his face like a life sentence and the idea of approaching someone who used to be part of his life's highlights somehow makes him nauseous. He should've disappeared forever... But Nijah remained in his head, anyway. And No-ah inevitably found his way back here.

Maybe, he should leave. He still has time. Maybe he should save Nijah the trouble, but...

Step, step, step.

"You look busy," Is No-ah's attempt at starting this conversation. He doesn't make eye contact, he tries to become smaller against his oversized jacket. Was conversing with people harder now than it was before? He still felt like he shouldn't, like he couldn't. And Nijah was still blindingly bright, even by presence alone, despite appearances. "I meant to say... You look good and I want to repay you for–" his voice cuts and he decides he is done with the conversation. But he remains there, in front of him.

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence.

from  the  rushing  blur  of  rotten  flesh  the  blade  cuts  through  with  a  smooth  slice,  the  undead's  lunge  ceases  just  inches  from  her.  its  maw  snapped  back  with  clanking  teeth,  and  in  the  same  heartbeat,  its  skull  ruptures.  a  warm  spray  of  crimson  bursts  forth,  spattering  beads  of  red,  bottom  half  of  her  features  painted  in  a  fresh  sheen-  thick  drops  clinging  to  her  brow  when  she  blinks.  breath  nearly  glitched  upon  shock,  though  her  gaze  never  left  the  twitching  corpse  collapsing  at  her  feet.  the  copper  tartness  hits  her  nose  instantly,  cloying  and  metallic,  while  @wakingdrcams  just  stood  there,  chest  heaving,  weapon  raised,  unfazed  by  the  mess  she’d  made.

sorry,  babe.

@cybrvce / @wakingdrcams asked: "There you are, darlin'."

Uninterested and Visibly Uncomfortable

Stevie looked over at the man who was trying his damndest to woo her when Levi walked up. She quirks a brow slightly, but in the same beat as him speaking to her before she could reply properly, he wraps an arm around her waist and guides her away from the man at the bar.

Well, might as well sell it.

She glances over her shoulder for a moment before loosely wrapping an arm around his shoulders and saying, "Was wondering when you were gonna come back from the bathroom," loud enough for the other to hear, letting out a soft sigh as they make it out of sight of the other man, before she finally speaks:

"Thanks for that," she says, pulling her arm from his shoulders and stepping away from Levi, "Didn't think he was ever going to leave me alone," she adds, shaking her head a little before looking up at Levi, "You just passing through and just happen to notice us or....?"

𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 most stressful days. Ruby had been in and out of her office, fielding calls, speaking with charities, arranging meetings... It was long past time to make her usual rounds of the library. By the time she stepped out into the community garden, Ruby was almost grateful for the break. Einstein in his service animal vest followed at her heels as she moved to stand behind December and peer over the woman's shoulder.