Guys im so sorry for never doing requests but I hh I can’t find the energy to do anything nowadays?? Ajsahdjd I have no motivation and my writing is kinda ehh now. BUT my love for Eph is still here so i’ll feed you guys some bad content tm before I attempt to do actual requests later.
WARNING this is Big Angst with….death and stuff.
This takes place during the battle of Muspell v Askr in the heroes universe (duh). It’s going to be long so uhh under the cut uwu
“Ephraim,”
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, startling him back to your steely gaze.
“Do it.”
He sharply inhaled. For the first time in his life, Ephraim’s hand trembled, his lance loose in his hand. The wounds that littered his body seemed to numb out as he stared at your defenseless form on the floor, glaring up at him.
“Do it.” You insisted, “Kill me.”
Ephraim knew what he was doing. When he had heard of your betrayal, when he had heard of your alliance with Muspell, he knew what he had set out to do. It was all an act, you had fooled him, you tricked him. He was angry. Every bone in his body seeked for vengeance, for the love that he had wasted on you, for the love that you had faked on him.
The summoner hadn’t had any need to send him out–he would do so voluntarily.
He had set out to kill you. He knew that.
And yet as you laid before him, begging for death, he faltered.
“You can’t do it? Coward.” You spat, smiling at him sardonically. “I thought you were better than that, Ephraim.”
He eyed you coldly, “Don’t you dare say that. You don’t know me.”
“I did.” You smiled once more, “I knew you enough to get you to love me. What a fool you were.”
“I suppose I was.” He admitted, “I regret every second of it, having ever loved someone like you.”
He spat out the word, like a poison he loathed. You maintained a smile, refusing to shed the tears you were holding back. You would never do this to him, you would never make him bear such a guilt.
Ephraim held his lance up to your throat as you laughed, his expression stiff. His grip was tight, his knuckles white. “Don’t laugh.”
“But it’s so funny!” You giggled. “I went through all this trouble to make you like me, and now you hate me…but you still can’t kill me haha! What a riot!” Do it, please, just kill me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t look at you anymore. I can’t do this anymore. Please kill me.
Your body shook with glee as you laughed, a couple of tears rolling down your bloodstained cheeks, “Oh my god, i’m laughing so hard i’m actually crying! Are you seeing this, Ephraim? Do you still love me?”
He stared at you dead in the eye, speaking only a sentence.
“I loved you.”
“…” You inhaled, gulping down the lump forming in your throat. “Oh really now?”
“Yes.” He stated, his eyes unmoving from your form.
“Haha, I love you too!” You giggled sarcastically–at least that was what it looked like. “During my stay in Askr, I had sooo much fun! I’m so glad I met you, i’m so glad I fell in love with you, i’m so glad you were the one!”
Ephraim bared his teeth, anger seething within him at your mocking, “Shut up….”
“I love you more than anyone else, Ephraim! I would actually die for you!”
“I said shut up!” He yelled, raising his lance. “I’ll end you now, you monster!”
His grip was tight, yet his body trembled. Could he really do this? Could he really end your life? You were sick, you weren’t the person he loved, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“I’d like to see you try.” You taunted, preparing yourself for the impact.
He had to do it. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to do it. You were his enemy, it couldn’t be helped.
Ephraim steadied himself, watching as your body untensed itself, waiting for him to end your life. You seemed so prepared, he wondered if that’s what you had truly wanted. Was this the real you?
“Five minutes.” He mumbled. He had a thought, it may have been a delusion, but it was something he wanted to see. If just for the last time in his life, his most selfish wish. “Let me speak to you for five more minutes. Not this, but you.”
“You want me to continue acting for you? Even now? I’m not the person you knew, you know that?” Why was he doing this to you? Why did he have to make this so hard for you?
“Five minutes.” He seemed to beg.
You peered back into his glossy blue eyes, finally sighing in defeat. “…Five minutes.”
It was almost funny, how both you and Ephraim were covered in wounds as he hovered above your ragged form.
“How are you feeling, dear?” You asked, running your hand through his messy hair. It was an action you’d miss. “Are you hurt? Shall we go to a cleric?”
“No, I want to be with you.” He said, his tone unwavering.
“Ah hm…” You felt your cheeks flush at his boldness, even now. It was completely ridiculous.
There was a moment of silence as you averted your gaze, your hand gently caressing his cheek.
“Y/n…when we get back from this battle, what do you want to do?” He asked.
You hummed softly, “Hm…maybe do the laundry. Speaking of which, you’re such a messy eater Eph, you always manage to spill one thing or another on your clothes! You’re a prince for goodness sake!”
“But I have you to clean up for me.” He chuckled, smiling lovingly.
“I’m not…always going to be there.” You forced a smile as his dropped. “I want you to learn how to take care of yourself, Ephraim. Even without me….”
“–Y/n.” He cut you off, “Do you love me?”
It was a simple question, yet you found yourself struggling to answer.
Five minutes, you thought to yourself, five minutes, I will speak only the truth.
“I do.” Your bottom lip trembled as you smiled widely, your hands cupping both of his cheeks. “I…love you so much…I never want to lose you…I…” You could feel yourself sobbing, your tears running freely down your wounded face. It stung, but you paid it no mind.
“I don’t want you to hate me, I don’t want to die, I want to be with you, I want to see you, I….” You hiccupped, your vision blurry as you felt Ephraim’s body rack as well. You hadn’t wanted to imagine him crying, you hadn’t wanted to cause him such pain. Someone like Ephraim, someone so strong and cool, didn’t deserve this.
You felt his forehead against yours, “I…more than anyone…I too….love you…”
After a moment of composing, you felt him wipe away your tears. You laughed, it was almost like a dream. It was almost as if you never had to face reality. How great would that have been?
“Ephraim.” You smiled softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “It’s almost time, love.”
“I know.” His voice was weaker than you had ever heard it to be. “I know.”
“I don’t want you to regret anything.”
“I know.”
“And when the time comes, I won’t blame you for anything.”
“I know.”
“And no matter what, I’ll always love you, Ephraim.” You choked back a sob, bringing him in for one final kiss.
It was shorter than what you would’ve liked, but you would never forget it. It tasted like iron, but it was bittersweet, it was like home. It was like….Ephraim.
You gazed lovingly into his eyes as he had before you. “Time’s up, dear.”
He smiled through his tears.
“I know.”
Started with a traditional sketch on A4 paper – 3B/4B
Then scanned and inked on Photoshop, digitally.
Flats.
Shadows – 2 or 3 levels, can’t remember.
Ambient effects and gradients + painted armor details.
A better, closer, detailed look at my commission’s poster art + its work process for you, nerds.
This was originally a birthday gift/card for my friend @temple-secrets and turned into my commission’s poster art because I’M SO PROUD of how it came out. Also, you don’t get to see many Young Genjis from me so, dang! Remember this day, ok? lol
“First, He Was Home Alone, Now, He’s Lost In New York.”
Oh god that turned out grim, thanks a lot Home Alone 2.
Warrior. Legend. King
Try to remain calm.
Oh fml.
“Return to a galaxy…far far away.”
Oh boy do I wish I could.
The CIA is trailing them. The KGB is tracking them. The phone company
is tracing them. The police are chasing them. The cowboys are herding
them. And the Indians are hunting them. Are they going to fall for all
of that?
“We’ve always believed we weren’t alone. On July 4, we’ll wish we were"
Well that sounds awfully foreboding
“He’s the only kid ever to get into trouble before he was born.”
“He was never in time for his classes… He wasn’t in time for his dinner… Then one day… he wasn’t in his time at all.”
Hello! This was sponsored by @yamadara87 who asked what would happen when Usagi died, in MaS. 2400 words, and I hope you enjoy it!
Rei Hino was not so stupid that she did not know death came for them all. She had watched them fall, one by one, Ami and Hotaru, taking the lead, followed by the others, each a final battle, some slow and some quick, where they were bested. Perhaps it wasn’t fair to think of it that way. Some had not made such a fight of it, because some of them did not have Rei’s eternal fight inside of them, and instead recognized that there was a time for all things in this world, including a time to die. Perhaps it was not fair to any of them to say they had been bested, but Rei could think of it no other way.
Even in her old age, life was a battle. And Usagi had lost it.
They were in their eighties, and so everyone seemed to imagine that this had been just as inevitable as the snow coming in December, but not for Rei. Rei could not imagine such a thing, the inevitability of living her life without the friend she’d known for so long. Who would say silly things about any movie they watched, and make Michiru smile despite herself? Who would take Rei through the grocery store and describe every box in every aisle. Not Michiru. MIchiru hadn’t been in a grocery store since Haruka died more than twenty years ago. When delivery existed, why would she ever, she had asked.
I feel like Kamui would sometimes misplace her dragonstone and have the whole army search for it while she holes herself up where she can’t hurt anyone and that after the initial activation of her dragon powers after Mikoto’s death, without her Dragonstone, her emotions would be more sensitive in setting her off into berserk dragon mode.
Anyway, have an overdramatic dragon child and her reliable bf
P.S. The someone’s pillow is Kamui’s own pillow woops
SunnyCache 