I'd say more but I don't really have much to update concerning my life. But I'm hoping to do a lot more art this year. So HOPEFULLY that works out! I really want to challenge myself and improve.

The Inverse Proportionality of Heroism, Part 2Just outside the base, another Ethan was tapping the flat side of his sword against his shoulder in thought. He and Kate had made it there from the airport without any trouble, but he was beginning to have second thoughts. Not on his own objective, no. Not on eliminating the Warped leader and avenging those citizens of Eos that had been turned to tools of war, like Stareyed. But perhaps the military stronghold would not prove to be quite as helpful as those at the airport had professed it. The area was certainly desolate, and the makeshift wall surrounding the place was little more than ruin. At least from where he stood, it appeared to haveThe Inverse Proportionality of Heroism, Part 2 by *Icysapphire

The Inverse Proportionality of Heroism, Part 1Adi whistled as she leaned in to get a better look at the cuts, bruises, and burns that littered Ethan’s middle. “What Warped did you get on the wrong end of?” She asked, gingerly reaching forward to touch the discoloration. Even the barest brush of her fingertips against the burn caused him to flinch away in immediate pain. Now that the adrenaline and excitement from his earlier accomplishments had worn off, it was all he could focus on.The Inverse Proportionality of Heroism, Part 1 by *Icysapphire
Ethan sucked in a sharp breath, and doing his best to hold still, he held his newfound jacket up over his shoulders with his arms crossed as Adi rustled through her medical bag. “I d

Libertas SE2 - Changing SlopeIt had been more than twenty-four hours, now.Libertas SE2 - Changing Slope by *Icysapphire
Paige stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was not her face. She imagined it much the same, but twisted into a more boyish reflection of itself—with thinner eyelashes and a measure less soft at its edges. She shuddered, disoriented, and clutched so hard at the edges of the sink beneath the reflective glass that her knuckles almost matched its stark white. “Ethan.” His name came out a hiss through clenched teeth. It didn’t change anything. Didn’t make him appear—really appear as anything more than just a phantom that Paige created for herself.
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