|Alphabet for VimpireNikki's boy. This is the piece I am currently proudest of. |
Sephiroth's Birthday for MagicRat"Why would I want to celebrate my birthday Zachary?" Sephiroth asked, watching as Angeal's puppy bounced on the balls of his feet, hands flailing slightly in excitement. It reminded him slightly of a toddler that had just seen something they wanted to own.Sephiroth's Birthday for MagicRat by Phoneix-Faerie
"Because it's your birthday." Zack answered, frowning at him as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I agree that it is my birthday." Sephiroth conceded. "I simply do not know why this means I would wish to celebrate it."
"Because it's your birthday." Zack repeated, and Sephiroth tilted his head to one side slightly, wondering if the younger SOLDIER had injured his head during training earlier that day. Seemed possible, as he kept repeating himself. He glanced over at Angeal in concern, but his friend did not seem to be bothered by it.
"Are you feeling alright Fair?" Sephiroth asked, reaching out towards him, mentally cataloging the symptoms in case they had to take him to me
Christmas 4 - OppositesTheirs was a relationship of opposites. It seemed strange to think that a relationship containing three people could have so many differences between them, when opposites were supposed to be only between two things. But then, they had never really conformed to the dictats of normality.Christmas 4 - Opposites by ShadowHaloedAngel
On the surface, of course, there was a lot in common between them - the three were spies, they worked for the same organisation, each had their own uniform, and knew how to kill you in more ways than you could possibly conceive of with an innocent looking item of stationery. Most people wouldn't think to look deeper, to begin differentiating at this most fundamental level of the supposed similarities between them.
Yes, they all worked for SHIELD, but Natasha and Clint were both assets. Assassins. Field agents. Coulson was their handler. That did not, of course, make him any less of a threat, it only meant that he worked differently to them. Originally his skill set had been very similar to theirs, but it
Christmas 5 - PetalEzika was not superstitious - she couldn't afford to be, after all. She'd been forced to live with reality for years, harsh as it was, and been in constant fear of being found out... perhaps then killed, or cast out... or even worse, thrown into prison for perversion, for being unnatural... even though she was certain that there was nothing unnatural about simply being who she knew herself to be.Christmas 5 - Petal by ShadowHaloedAngel
For so long, she had thought that she would be forever alone because of it, out cast from the world and the people she had once known... and then, by some miracle, she had rediscovered her oldest friend... and he had accepted her, as he always had, and had introduced her to the man he loved. It seemed they were all unnatural in their way, but it was hard to stomach the thought that the things which made them so whole and happy could truly be so comprehensively against God's will, could condemn them to hell, when it seemed that without them this life itself would be hell.
They had made a life f
Death SceneThe sense of timelessness was unlike anything Aureus had ever known before. The endless grey which seemed to surround him suffocated his senses, rendering him deaf, blind, mute, and the chill of death settled over him like a mantle, replacing that cloak of arrogance which he had drawn around him his whole life.
It was a hard truth to face, that he might not be invincible. He had always known that he could be hurt, that had been an incentive only to train harder, to get faster, to hurt them before they hurt you. It had never been the pain which bothered him, but the shame, the associated weakness. It was for that reason that he craved the subjugation of his enemies. He didn't care about the pain, or how fast or slow the death was, but it was the humiliation, that total crushing defeat, and the snuffing of the hope, the passion which burned inside them. He was not weak, had not been weak, and yet now... he was dead.
He had not known that he could die - it was not exactly something one di
Jailhouse ChristmasTitle: Jailhouse ChristmasEnide-Dear
Author: Enide Ddear
Rating: work safe
For:iconphoenix-faerie:s Secret Santa. This is for :iconsunstroke-art: who wanted Vincent and Reno and Remnants!
”This must be the worse Christmas Day ever.” Brooding, Vincent stared out the small window at the falling sleet and rain. “And I’ve spent the last 30 ones in a coffin.”
“Getting spoiled, yo.” Reno grinned, leaning back on a rickety chair. He was chipping away inexpertly at a small piece of wood with a double bladed katana and waved the vaguely obscene wooden result at Vincent. “These days any Turk is happy with a Christmas indoors in the warmth with no one trying to kill you.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow at that and looked rather pointedly at the other three occupants in the small jail; three silver figures huddled together behind iron bars and glaring death at their jailors.
“Not actively trying to kill us,” Reno amen
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Favourite photographer: Tiza (my sister)
Favourite style of art: Manga,
Operating System: Windows 7
Wallpaper of choice: One FunkySocksLover made me
Favourite cartoon character: Reeve (ff7)