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Crimson Wings II
Lucifer has no idea what to do with the depressed child in his house.
His name was Hunter.
That was about everything Lucifer knew about his new “house guest”-for after his confessional breakdown, he simply stopped talking altogether-aside from giving a name when Lucifer had asked.
In all honesty, he was the most pathetic sinner the king of hell had ever encountered in his centuries down there.
He was like a ghoul, wandering around the manor in silence, wings limp and dragging across the floor. He’d startle easily-then stare if Lucifer tried interacting with him, looking lost the entire time. If approached from behind, he’d shriek, and throw whatever was in his hands, before returning to the status quo of staring.
Thankfully, most of the time it was a failed rubber duck model, and the worst that came from the few experiences was a slight singeing.
It was all just really sad to watch-to the point Lucifer was wondering if sparing him hadn’t been the act of mercy he’d intended.
Well, until today.
Today, Lucifer’s highly important rubber duck crafting was interrupted by radio static of all things-something he’d seldom heard since VoxTech had really started taking off as Hell’s prime entertainment option. He still owned a radio, but he’d long forgotten where he’d stored the damn thing, and it certainly wasn’t left plugged in.
Making sure to keep quiet, Lucifer slunk quietly down the neglected hallways, following the sounds of static. The dust swirled around with each step-a stark reminder of how much of his home had been left to decay with the departure of Lilith.
“-Maybe if I turn it this way… no-I really hope I’m remembering this correctly…”
It was Hunter alright-almost unrecognizable with such a calm tone. A cursory peek around the doorframe revealed the young demon fiddling with the old radio, wings held up for once, practically enthralled with the task of figuring out how the piece of discarded tech operated.
‘Maybe I’ve been going about trying to interact with this kid the wrong way…’
“That’s for volume control-try the knob to the left” Lucifer pointed out, leaning against the doorframe as Hunter tensed, head snapping to the side to fix the king of hell with that “deer in headlights” expression. “Good luck finding anything-I’d be surprised if VoxTech hasn’t knocked off everyone who used to have a broadcast”
The boy stayed quiet for a few moments, frozen by fear. However, when Lucifer just kept still, aside from a little nod to the correct switches, he eventually moved again, keeping tense as the radio’s static fluctuated. Despite the obvious distrust, this was a vast improvement compared to their previous interactions, so Lucifer would take this as a win.
Finally, after about five minutes, something akin to a tune broke through. Lucifer perked as Hunter adjusted the station accordingly, and soon, crystal clear music was playing for the first time in decades within the manor.
“Well I’ll be damned a second time-someone’s still holding out on the radio scene” Lucifer chuckled, tapping a finger to the beat against his arm as Hunter whipped to face him again, cowering with eyes blown wide. “A little old timey-but I’ll admit, whoever’s behind this broadcast has good musical taste. What do you think?”
“…. I wouldn’t know”
‘Annnd there he goes’
Hunter was gone again with nary a flash of red.
Well, at least Lucifer knew for certain now how the blonde had managed to evade the Exorcists.
…………..
Despite how brief that encounter with his guest had been, it seemed Lucifer had managed to calm some of Hunter’s fears. More often now, he’d see flashes of red whenever he left his study.
It was also quite obvious that his hallway bookshelves were being plundered-a lot of older tomes on the nature of sin and hellish magic, to be specific. Not that Lucifer minded-Lilith was more interested in those topics than he was.
Still, it was nice to know Hunter was getting a little more comfortable in the manor. He suspected the little blonde had claimed one of the many ducky storage rooms as his own, since a lot of the manor still remained untouched-and more relevantly, radio had started playing quite consistently from somewhere nearby.
Another week went by before Lucifer interacted with his guest again-mostly because Hunter left the door to his claimed room open while he was off doing… something.
The little haven the sinner created for himself was quite a sight-the duck based creations organized in neat little labeled piles pushed to the side-sorted by “Dangerous” “Questionable” and “Reasonably Safe”, the last one seeming to have been used as a bed. All the stolen books were also in two piles, with one on top of the makeshift bed next to the radio.
What was most interesting was the entire wall Hunter had cleared off for one of those conspiracy boards-and the huge sign right at the top saying “What is Hell-and how does it work???”
‘Odd choice of words’ Lucifer mused, unfurling the sets of his own wings to get a closer look at the red string monstrosity the boy had constructed. The huge chart was quite the marvel, clean and easy to follow despite how messy it appeared. ‘Huh, he’s even got the Ars Goetia noted down’
The entire thing was a marvel-several profiles on demonic overlords summed up by power and potential weaknesses, with a note over the entire section just saying “DO NOT SELL SOUL FOR ANY REASON”. He even had a little note under Vox’s description reading “May have used television broadcasts to improve his weak mind control abilities”, which was pretty insightful given the lack of more current books in Lucifer’s collection.
The king of hell was looking over the section dedicated to his tiny family tree (he appreciated the little comment about how rude most authors were about Charlie) when a distressed catlike yowl went off behind him. A cursory glance over the shoulder gave Lucifer a pretty funny picture.
“I-I’m so sorry my lord, I’ve been nothing but disrespectful” the boy trembled as Lucifer landed facing him, bowing down without making eye contact. “I should have asked about borrowing those books-especially after I learned of your status-“
“Kid-it’s okay! You’ve been respectful with my belongings, that’s all I can ask of a guest” Lucifer soothed, gently bringing the boy back to his feet. He pointed the end of his cane to the research wall, guiding the boy over to his creation. “More importantly, this! This is something special! How long have you been working on it?”
“A w-week, sir” the boy stuttered, fidgeting with the ball of red yarn he’d just taken from the old crafts room. “The radio was talking about the overlords that survived the latest Extermination-so I got curious about the people running this ring when it’s not in crisis”
“Well, this is much more than I ever bothered to learn about the current hierarchy down here” Lucifer hummed, producing a little rubber ducky with a tv screen for a head. “I hadn’t realized VoxTech had grown so powerful in the last couple of years”
“Well, they have a lot of soul contracts now-control over the entertainment industry made sinners more susceptible and trusting when it came to them. Most of their actors appear to be owned, not employed-“ The boy explained, pointing out the supporting fact for his argument, before realizing he was rambling, and stifling the explanation with a cough. “Sorry-the point is the most influential sinners in hell right now have superficial power-if you avoid their media, they can’t hurt you”
“No, don’t apologize, this is a great way to catch up on what I’ve been ignoring recently” Lucifer chuckled, summoning a throne and falling back into it with flourish. “Continue, please, this has been the highlight of my day”
The boy froze up for a moment, but after a little push and slow start, he got his passionate fire back, delving into the intricacies of the current political climate in Pride.
It was the most invested Lucifer had been in politics since hells foundation.
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Paloma is light as a feather on her feet. If you get her mad though, she's not afraid to being the house down.
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Nerd and Jock?
Ooh! Something new! Guess we're branching out now, huh?
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Card and Nep
Neptune: You know, Cardin, sometimes I wish I was as strong as you, (Yanks toxic mushroom away from Cardin) so I wouldn't have to only rely on my wits.
Cardin: Well, sometimes I wish I was as smart as you, (Lifts massive log out of the way) since physical strength can only get you so far.
Neptune: It's a good thing we hang out together. We get the best of both worlds.
Cardin: Indeed!
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Cardin: Sometimes, I feel like I have too much doubt holding me back. I mean, if you don't believe in yourself, who will?
Neptune: I believe in you.
Cardin: Haha! Then I have nothing to fear!
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Neptune: Cardin, what are you doing?
Cardin: (Diggin' a hole) Diggin' a hole.
Neptune: Of all the things you could do in the forest, and you choose to dig a hole?
Cardin: Holes are cool!
Neptune: (Jumps down, Digs in the hole)
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Ruby: Hey, Cardin, I have a present for you. (Hands over a very spicy picture of herself) It's to inspire you~.
Cardin: W-Wow! Thanks, Ruby. (Sets down on table) I'll put it right next to this inspiring portrait Neptune made of himself.
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Cardin: Hm, this truffles looks good.
Neptune: (Disguised) Aren't you allergic to mushrooms?
Cardin: (Doesn't recognize Neptune) Uh, yeah, but how did you know that?
Neptune: Uh... I can read minds!
Cardin: Oh, yeah? What am I thinking about right now?
Neptune: Um... Dinosaurs, but they're fighter pilots?
Cardin: ...Oh, you're good. He's good!
Ruby: That's what you're thinking about on our date?
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Ruby: (Happily walking with Cardin)
Cardin: (Thinking) I've never seen her like this. It's like she's an entirely new person!
Neon: (Bumps into Cardin) Sorry!
Ruby: (Grabs Neon's tail) TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL GUT YOU.
Neon: (Skates away) Yikes!
Cardin: Well, maybe not that new.
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Neptune: Yikes! What happened to you?!
Cardin: I have been on an epic journey. I've traveled far, far beyond the borders of Beacon, braved the unforgiving wilderness, until I found exactly what I was looking for.
Neptune: And what exactly did you find?
Cardin: THIS! (Holds out a stick with a leaf) The coolest stick ever!
Neptune: You went through all that trouble for a stick?
Cardin: Well, duh! Look at it!
Neptune: ...Yeah, okay, that is a pretty cool stick.
Cardin: I told you!
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Cardin: Ruby... You look amazing!
Ruby: Aw, thank you, Cardin! It took a lot of lamb sacrifices and dark magic to get this look.
Neptune: Um...
Ruby: (Giggles) I'm just kidding! I love animals!
Cardin: Phew! For a second there, I thought-
Ruby: I only use human sacrifices!
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Ruby: Hey, Cardin?
Cardin: Hm?
Ruby: Why are you and Neptune such good friends?
Cardin: Well, it's not that complicated. It's just great to know there's someone who will always have your back and look out for you, no matter what.
Ruby: Interesting. (Scribbles in her notebook) I'll have to add this to my Cardin x Neptune fan fic!
Cardin: I thought you didn't like Neptune?
Ruby: Oh, Cardin. Fanfiction is so much more complicated than you think.
Neptune: (Looks over at them, Thinking) Looks like all's well that ends well, and I feel like Ruby is more of a friend than before. Sometimes Cardin can be clueless, though. Still, I can't help but wonder... How does it feel to have someone crush on you like that?
MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE...
Esdeath: (Ogling her photos of Neptune) Some day, my beloved Neptune, you will be mine and only mine~!
#rwby#nerd and jock#cardin winchester#neptune vasilias#crimson wings#ruby rose#neon katt#esdeath#kill la kill
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Kurenai no Tsubasa 紅の翼 1958
Yujiro Ishihara
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Hey! I've been a reader of Crimson Wings for a long time, I read the first version on Smackjeeves and I think commented on them as Anex(?), and I only just now read the latest page. I've been reading this story for as long as you've been making the comics, and I would absolutely love to know the rest of the story, in whatever form it may take. Not trying to be forceful or anything, but I would love to know what happens after the comic, whenever you do or don't decide to make it. Thanks :)
Hello!
Thank you so much for reading my comic about a silly bird boy!
I do intend to come back to it one day. Somehow. It really had the perfect storm of just... the online platform for webcomics changing so much right as my life picked up with a full time job, and I just-... I put about 8-12 hours of work per page, which I just couldn't maintain anymore... Not when the comic wasn't bringing in any financial support for me. And with how things changed to like, those big hubs where all comic sites looked the same- it made me so bitter. I just couldn't anymore.
I do still want to write it. As a book, perhaps. I put so much time into it... I just need to get past writing and publishing Clipped Wings, first.
So, that said, I don't want to publicly say how Crimson Wings ends, since I do want that story to go out and be enjoyed eventually.
Though I will say, during the years drawing it is right when I had a big shift in the kind of content I liked to create... I shifted from more, mutant hero stories to-... liking to write about families overcoming fantastical hardships. So, what I can say about Crimson Wings is that the whole comic is about these families dealing with the problems they are being given.
I am sorry this is not much but... Hopefully it is something for now! Feel free to ask me any non-spoiler questions about it, too. I don't mind sharing random stuff, heh!
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Prompt 214
“I did an oopsie.”
Clockwork paused in his work, gaze turning from his work towards his ghostling (it didn’t matter if he was an adult, he’d always be his ghostling) who was smiling nervously, avoiding his eyes.
“Oh?” He kept his tone light, even as he worked on untangling a time knot. Honestly at least Danny was immune to any effect of time, even if he couldn’t look into his timelines in exchange. It came with being the other half of Infinity.
“Yeeah… you know that corner of the multiverse you told me not to go to because you’re working on some time problems? I might have stumbled into one of the worlds in the corner…”
He stopped his machinations, fully turning towards Danny- Space, his Core whispered and quivered in utter delight at having an Equal in power- with a raised eyebrow, leaning on his staff and silently telling him to explain.
Danny poked his fingers together, giving a nervous laugh. “So uh, I was just exploring right? Well me and Ellie, you know how she gets when she can’t wander, and um… I er, we might have messed with some things in the creation of it… I didn’t know it was part of that universe, I swear! It was so far at the fringes and halfway into the Zone and I couldn’t just let a universe die before it began and-”
Oh- Oh! His ghostling (and his grand-ghostlings it sounded like) had claimed his first universe! He could put off these time knots, this was a grand milestone for any Ancient, nevermind such a primordial force as one of theirs.
And this is how a DC world came into being with humans evolving with more avian traits. Like wings. And claws. Look, Dan thought it’d be funny if they gave baby humanity wings and Ellie started rambling about how much farther they could travel if they had them and Danny thought it could be cool. Oh well, time to keep an eye on their itty baby world now…
#Prompts#DCxDP#DPxDC#Ancient of Space Danny#Space Core Danny#Moon Core Ellie#Sun Core Dan#Why yes Dan & Ellie call Danny Mom/Dad#Wings Au#They all have favorite bloodlines that they think are neat or they’re rooting for#They also make sure the speedsters (“Look at them! They’re hummingbirds! They can’t focus!”) don’t cause Time Knots#Sam Adores Gotham from the moment Danny shows his friends their lil DC world#And that’s not even starting on the rest of things not even on Earth#Dan appears by Clark’s crib unseen one night & gifts him wings to be able to blend in with his human family#They can’t focus on every little thing but they do their best since it’s their first world#Whenever a hero is revived their wings look like they’ve been dipped in galaxies for several months at least#Jason’s never goes away- they look like a crimson sunrise with stars#Billy got a gift from Ellie & his wings have moon patterns even in his normal child form#Go wild with this
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Concept art surrounding the royal crown of the skywings, mayhaps.
#skywing#skywings#wof#wof art#wings of fire#dragons#artists on tumblr#wings of fire art#wings of fire skywing#wof tribes#wof crimson claws#wof crimsonclaws#crimsonclaws#art#digital art#my art#concept art#artist of tumblr#b33part
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*insert Credens Justitiam ost from Madoka Magica here*
Happy birthday to the boy ever I have to speedrun this cause I have other projects but wjfhshfj I wish I can do more for him but my lack of freetime cursed me 0(-(
#I always associate makoto with not only sun crown#but also angel wings symbolises freedom!!!!! yeahhhh!!!!!#the gold that is hope shines through the crimson of despair#the first person to ever turn the event. the evolutionary. blessing the world with a kinder start.#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#makoto naegi
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Me when this song comes on ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
#i love spotify#Spotify#crimson and clover#the shacks#girlblogging#this is a girlblog#girly#im just a girl#coquette#girlhood#pink#lana del rey#sparkle jump rope queen#dolette#coquette angel#angel#angel dust#angel wings#dream#dreamy#aesthetic#ethereal
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From the journals of the late Prince Absolver:
I can now say with utmost certainty that a firescales's inner blaze gives their scales that blistering brightness. Witnessing Jailbirds physical degradation over the ten years of having her is more than enough proof that the inner blaze is linked to not only appearance but general health and wellbeing: The worse the dragons health and wellbeing is, the weaker their temperature. (And the duller their appearance, and so forth)
To corroborate above points refer to smelting records and compare the melting times of ten tons of iron from 4562 PS to 4572 PS.
She no longer even turns to look at me
The current location of this firescales is unknown
- Rainwing Emissary Mangosteen
#as i like to call it: the Crimson to Jailbird pipeline#wings of fire#wof#wings of fire design#wings of fire oc#wof oc#skywing#skywing wof#firescales#wof firescales#wings of fire art#fridge draws#crimson#jailbird#fpc#the flying postal company#worldbuilding#wof worldbuilding#wof headcanons
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[2820/11080] Crimson-winged woodpecker - Picus puniceus
Order: Piciformes
Suborder: Pici
Family: Picidae (woodpeckers)
Subfamily: Picinae (true woodpeckers)
Photo credit: Kittakorn Inpang via Macaulay Library
#birds#Crimson-winged woodpecker#Piciformes#Pici#Picidae#Picinae#Picus#birds a to z#undescribed#25% - 50%
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Crimson Wings
An AU where Hunter successfully kills himself and Belos in TFTM- only to wake up in hell.
Yeah. Yeah this is Hazbin Hotel Hell
Will there be a continuation? Maybe. Is this depressing as fuck? Yes. Is Hunters name mentioned even once in this? No.
Proceed at your own risk
Flit
A streak of red and white darted across the blood soaked street. One would assume it to be a trick of the light, if it wasn’t followed by two foreboding streaks of grey. On this day, they were abundant, striking down anyone that caught their gaze.
The chase was on it seemed. Some poor soul was attempting to flee the Exorcist’s wrath, woefully unaware that superior speed had yet to save anyone. Those hiding among the crevices of the urban hellscape dared not interfere, but only those with the blackest of hearts didn’t pity whoever the victim of the demented chase was.
He just kept flying, panic blinding his sense of direction. The poor boy had nary a month after his manifestation to even understand the dreaded Extermination was on the horizon. He’d been unprepared, hiding out in an abandoned estate when the Exorcists descended, only to be discovered mere hours later, trembling in a corner as the holy executioners circled in.
So he did the only thing he could do, what he had been doing near constantly every day since his death.
He fled.
His speed and experience with evading others mid-flight were his saving graces, dodging every wayward attack thrown his way as he struggled to ditch his pursuers. It would be an impressive show should anyone have been observing, expert dives and weaves like the demon had been born to fly.
Still, pure skill in the air wouldn’t keep him alive forever, he already had a few scrapes from near-misses. Thirty minutes in he was running out of steam, while his pursuers seemed limitless, slowly gaining on him while his wings strained to stay ahead.
So, when he saw a break in the storm of violence that was the Extermination, he took the opportunity and dived, holding his arms up in front of him after he aimed for a window in the near pristine manor below.
CRASH!
The small sinner didn’t waste time popping back up on his feet after the impact, frantically taking in every detail of the cavernous room he’d broken into. Cold coloration framing oddly plain marble doors made the space feel even more hollow than it already was, empty of any decoration or furniture. Dread pooled in the young demons stomach as a panicked check of one of the doors revealed they were locked.
“Ah, you have to love it when the prey corners itself!” One of the exorcists crooned in a high voice, making Hunter tremble as he turned to watch the pair of angels casually slink inside using the window he’d just broken. “Aww, cute, he thought the Fallen One would be stupid enough to leave ANY doors unlocked during the Extermination”
The blondes crimson wings flared, falling into the familiar stance of self defense as one of the Exorcists approached, the mouthy one guarding the only exit. He couldn’t go down without fighting-not again.
A slamming door interrupted the confrontation, light cutting through the gloom, and all three beings snapped their heads towards the newcomer.
“Did you jokers break my window AGAIN!?” An oddly performative voice cut in, the owner looking little more than frustrated despite the carnage going on outside. “How many times do I have to tell you the manor is off limits to you bloodthirsty little cretins?”
“We weren’t the ones who broke the window, sir” the quieter Exorcist hissed, jabbing her spear towards the cowering sinner, stopping just short of piercing his throat. The blonde winced as the blessed metal tip then pressed into the underside of his chin, refusing to break his terrified stare towards Lucifer as his head was forcefully tilted upward. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick-“
“Not in here you’re not! I’m the one who’ll have to clean that up” the king of hell snapped, before jabbing the apple head of his cane at the broken window. “Just-get out of here, I can dispose of this one myself”
“Sir-“
“That wasn’t a request- GET OUT” the demon ordered, dropping the aloof tone, and both Exorcists scrambled for the broken window in a panicked haste.
Lucifer Morningstar, for what it was worth, planned to make the intruders execution quick. Many came to his manor expecting mercy before, back when the yearly Exterminations first began, and in a sense they got it. Being instantly obliterated was a better option than bleeding out on the pavement-but the message was clear; Lucifer would not spare any sinner, survival was up to them.
Still, he occasionally got the odd straggler who’d plea for Sanctuary, and at this point he’d heard it all when it came to his “subjects” begging for mercy.
He’d spared none.
Even with all that experience dealing with the scum of his “kingdom”, he was woefully unprepared for this particular intruders reaction when he turned on him.
“No-no, I’m sorry-I was just trying to get away-“ the sinner stuttered, trembling as Lucifer approached, tears forming in his panicked magenta eyes as he fell to the ground. “The bells-The light in the sky-they just came down, started killing everyone! I don’t want to die again, please-“
Lucifer stopped short as the sinner’s begging dissolved into genuine crying, his words becoming indistinguishable among the sobs.
None before him had done that-cried so genuinely. Sounded so confused about the Extermination-even though the date was so heavily broadcasted throughout Pride as the day drew near.
“Are you slow or something?” Lucifer found himself asking, startling the crying sinner quite badly. The tears didn’t stop, but he seemed to be trying to process the question.
“W-what?”
He was scarred.
“You’ve clearly been through an Extermination before, this isn’t fresh” Lucifer pointed out, using the end of his cane to poke at the thick, old scar on his cheek. “Got amnesia or something?”
The small sinners hand ghosted over the old wound, shivering as he looked back outside.
“Not them-I don’t know them” was all he said, wiping the remaining tears away as best he could, taking on an empty smile. “I guess he was right though-nothing I did mattered in the end”
He started laughing.
“I mean-I didn’t see him when I woke up, he’s probably still up there!” He cackled manically, holding his forehead as a wide, disturbed smile finally broke out across his face, stumbling to his feet as he continued to laugh, staring out the window. “He’s probably already doing something like this back home-all because I couldn’t even drown myself properly-“
Lucifer stepped back as the sinner suddenly turned on him, not knowing what to make of anything he was spouting off about. None before him had expressed such genuine regret-ever turned to face him, or their own sins, without excuses.
“I ran from what I rightfully deserved, just because I stupidly thought I could get out, fix my mistakes, save the ones who cared about me….” He was slowing down, the laughter turning into something far more pained. Despair, lifetimes worth of it, echoed in what he said next, the young demon stepping back, bowing his head. “I’m sorry- even now I’m delaying what should have come my way long ago”
He dropped to one knee.
“Please-I deserve no mercy”
His voice was empty now.
“Everything was a mistake”
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Shōta looks tough, and he is, but he feels like he has to be to protect the things he loves.
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oh right i have more
Crimson & Arche sketches that i'm proud of
#funky lil doodles#cccc morning star au#chonny jash#chonnys charming chaos compendium#chonny's charming chaos compendium#cccc#chonny jash heart#cccc heart#cj heart#chonny jash soul#cccc soul#cj soul#maintagging these bc i like em 💪#also the Crimson sketch was mainly just for wing practice i won't lie
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"CURsE THESE WaTERs WE HAD TO DiE FOR."
"My FLESH, MY BONES. THEY tOOk THEM ALL."
"THEY RIPPED MY HeaRT OUT. YoU ARE NeXT, LLYR."
I kept hearing their VoiCeS, each saying SomeThinG more HorribLe than the last. And TheN...
"YOU LEFT ME, NAIA."
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"MALDITAS ESTAS AGuAS, POR LAS QUE TUVIMOS QUE MORiR."
"MI CARNE, MIS HuESoS. SE LO LLEVARON ToDO."
"ME ARRANCARON EL CoRAZóN. Y TU SIGUES, LLYR"
Seguía escuchando sus voces, cada una diciendo algo más horrible que la anterior. Y entonces...
"ME DEJASTE, NAIA."
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Chat I cooked‼️‼️‼️
This is a thumbnail for an upcoming video giving a development update on my game, Wings of Fire: Crimson Claws! The character in the image is a statue of the first ever ruler of the SeaWings, King Shore!
WoF: Crimson Claws is a passion project of mine where I aim to make a WoF Roblox game with a unique spin on the series
If you wish to join the server for the game, press this link! -> https://discord.gg/vrGTCgCVQx
#Wings of fire#wof#wof crimson claws#Wings of fire crimson claws#Crimson claws#Artwork#passion project#game project#seawing#dragon#king shore#statue
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