almost altean

Hey I’m looking to make a little bit of money before this next semester starts, so I’m doing icons! Prices are flexible depending on how much content there is of your desired character.  Fandoms: VLD, TDP, She-Ra, Disney (if it’s on netflix), Marvel, Castlevania, Overwatch, and more!

Prices vary but roughly $15 for every 20 icons with a psd. I haven’t done the math to see how much that is per icon, but it’s less than a dollar.

EXAMPLES:

       He was clinging to her bodysuit nestled into the material. Her arm wrapped around his little frame to keep him balanced into her side before shifting him once more despite his fussy complained whine in order to hold him down against her chest. Letting him use the curve of her breast as a pillow. 

                                                                 ❝ I’m back. ❞

One arm was thrown over his eyes, the other dangling uselessly off a pile of crates as he lay unmoving. He was sequestered in this one musty room, and his wrists still ached from the chains - both the literal and metaphorical ones. Anywhere was better than that Witch’s lair, but the feeling of dread hadn’t lessened since he’d been...rescued. 

He was still alone. Still a caged animal with nothing to do except pace. As it were, he felt as if he were in line for the slaughterhouse, and the feeling only heightened when the cargo doors screeched open. 

Lotor allowed his arm to fall, head turning as she stepped into the room and spoke those two words. How unemotional. As if she were announcing to a machine, but it was what she held that caught his attention. 

His brow furrowed, pushing up onto his elbow as he squinted in the dim light at what was clearly a child snuggled into her chest. 

I tried out a design for human!Zethrid for Lightning’s drag racing AU fic

Team Sincline are such pretty ppl. 

(requested by several users, and including non-verbal actions. Add pronouns/rephrase as needed!)

HUMAN

“Who locked you up in here?” “So you’re the beast they were talking about.” “Calm down, I’m not the one who put you in there!” “I’m going to try getting you out. Just hold still.” “Why would they put you in there?” “Hello? Can you understand me?” “No, I’m not letting you out.” “We’re going to make sure you rot in there.” “I’ll only let you out if you promise not to eat me alive.” “Are you in some kind of trouble?” “Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!” “You’re staying in there until we find out what you are.” “You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?” “If you cooperate, we might just set you free.” “I can’t let you out. They’ll just come after you again.” “How long have you been in there?” “You weren’t born in that tank, were you?” “Your freedom is just the price to pay for our very important research.” “I’ll cut you down, just stop struggling!” “I’m not going to hurt you, I just need to cut these ropes.” “Stop howling, they can hear you a mile away!” *taps on the glass* *waves* “Can you hear me through the glass?” *holds up a note to the glass* [insert message]

MONSTER

      A muffled pitched noise of pain fled her through grit teeth. Her free hand raised quickly, using the gun she had stolen off of a sentry to shoot down LOTOR’S would-be murder before the gun slipped from her hand. 

      They needed to keep MOVING there was more on the way and if they stayed here they BOTH would die. She couldn’t let that happen. Not after she spent so long searching for him. Yet, she wasn’t even sure she could walk at this point.  A fact that was only proven correct the moment she attempted to step forward only for her to collapse the second she tried. 

                                                   ❝ LOTOR… ❞

He would be shot, ripped apart, and then sewed back together again as he had countless times. The scars were physical proof, but his mind is where the damage resided. What was one more scar to add to the collection - one more pain to claim as his. 

That is, of course, why he didn’t notice her until it was too late. He was too caught up in his own whirlwind of self pity and martyrdom that he could only catch the grunt of pain and crumpled form before him after the shot. 

It was only thanks to thousands of years of training that his body could react before his mind. 

Lotor leaped forward, seizing the gun as curses slipped from his lips and he hauled her arm over his shoulder - tenderness be damned. 

“Idiot!” he spat, drawing on his strength to lift her. “They wouldn’t have killed me!”

But now her life was at stake, and he had more blood on his hands - not to mention the question of why she was even here. 

The suit reflects it’s wearer’s greatest hopes and fears