“People are fucking exhausting.”

     “It’s exhausting just pretending to be a person...”

– 2000 followers. I’m in utter disbelief - I’m speechless, really. All I can say is thank you to each and every one of you, and let’s get this giveaway going, shall we? For this giveaway, however, due to how special this milestone is - there will be FIVE WINNERS.

   R U L E S :

   THE GIVEAWAY ENDS APRIL 30th, AT 11:59 PM EST.

   Onto the prizes:

   If you want to look at my art for examples, the generic art tag on this blog - for images including but not specifically about Lucian - is located right here.

   Thank you all again - I cannot express my gratitude for your support enough. 

   Good luck to all of you. ♥ ]]

– ENDS IN A FEW HOURS!! < 3 ]]

you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a (via postvoided)

— Lucian playing rugby though…..

Little skinny man is a destructive force on the field

Bye I’m laughign ]]

adfsdg here's the gif since it's frozen on my end

— Lucian playing rugby though…..

Little skinny man is a destructive force on the field

Bye I’m laughign ]]

>destructive force

Lasi's awesome talks about Lucian and fighting got me to thinkin'...

- I wish I could convey the fact that Victin may appear weak and frail due to the mental (and physical) trauma imposed by Guilt, BUT all of which serves to feed Guilt making him STRONGER which in turn makes VICTIN stronger in battle. Guilt is a debilitating Sin, solid and heavy, able to take massive blows and serve them back ten fold with the sole purpose crippling the opponent. That’s Guilt’s influence. On Victin’s end, his lanky form lends to flexibility and Victin in battle is surprisingly agile, at least enough so to provide smooth sleek movements in footing and motion. Victin himself isn’t slow, that comes from Guilt and shows through the attacks themselves. Attacks, specifically with weapons are thick feeling but smooth able to deliver the weight that deals damage. And of course this is all physical, but remember, Guilt is a Sin that works mentally, and while his attacks are brutal the real fight is to keep him out of your head. He works through disorientation, impairing vision, thought process, and movement. That’s the killer, for once you’ve slowed that’s when you’re screwed. 

So basically - Victin is ample enough in movement to avoid general and basic attacks and solid enough to take hard blows (Guilt doesn’t give a shit if Victin is hurt in battle as long as he’s alive enough to heal up later. Victin could stand there and take it if needed…which Guilt has made him do before). His attacks are slow, but absolutely brutal, serving to obliterate. Battles with Victin and Guilt are mentally taxing with purposeful intent to debilitate and slow you. Victin may look weak, but he’s a Keeper of Sin, and a deadly one at that. He’ll fuck you up.

Now without Guilt…. Victin was a very fit man before Guilt, strong and lean. As a child he often would have run-ins with security and police and quickly learned to be swift and nimble and was a moderately fast runner. In terms of fighting Victin lacked skills then and would lack them now without Guilt. He could/can take blows long enough to get away, rarely really fighting back with bare hands. Victin when he was a teen had taught himself how to fight with a knife, but never actually was in a situation in which he was able to use those skills. And whether or not he has retained those skills after years with Guilt, I highly doubt it.

Go ahead.

     Spit your  v e n o m .

          I’ll fucking  b a t h e  in it.

     Being new to town and with no real goal in mind Nicole meandered around until stumbling upon a nice looking cafe. Wandering on in she snagged a seat, sat back and observed. Customers came and went, employees worked. 

     Suddenly she caught in the corner of her eye a man with dual-toned hair. 

     Victin jerked. Guilt's persistent whispers caused his body to seize. Someone was here. 

A Presence. A Different one. A Familiar one.

     Victin slightly raised his eyes towards Lucian. He had not attempted interaction. Lucian was working, and it'd just cause trouble. But it seemed the fellow Keeper had not sensed the presence, or at least chose not to acknowledge it.

Victin's tremor stilled. 

Guilt scanned the room, whispers turning to screams. 

Victin turned, glassy eyes tearing through the room, before piercing their target.

      No; before being pierced. 

     A face met his own, golden eyes burning into him and a smile that caused his gut to twist. The Keeper attempted to form words, but Guilt spoke for him, a thousand voices in unison whispering her name.

     "Nicole."