Hey I’m Jessie! I wanted to add a few more pics but I don’t think I can! I used to play lead guitar in a female fronted punk/grunge band, I’m huge into black metal but also a lover of thrash, grind, death, doom, fuck it I just love metal lol. I have a black metal inspired sleeve with the upper section being Dissection album artwork that I’m hoping to have finished soon!
summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers ) a/n: [rubs my hands together evilly] So, I might have taken this prompt to an even dark place than originally intended, but… that’s just the kind of person I am. I hope y’all enjoy it anyway.
warnings: depictions of violence & torture (altho i tried not to be too graphic)
Felicity had been working endlessly for the last two weeks. She was using every spare minute she had to look for Oliver, which wasn’t many. Helix had her working overtime to make up for the resources she was using. It felt like she was never going to get the chance to really look for Oliver and it was driving her crazy. She knew that signing on to Helix was like signing her soul away. It might look like she was stupid for joining them, but she knew that they had what she needed to find Oliver. And that was the most important thing.
She was just so tired now. Emotionally and physically drained. The thought that she might not find him, might not to get to tell him that she loves him, it haunted her every moment. She couldn’t even remember the last time that she actually slept past a few minutes of dozing at her desk. Not that she could seriously entertain the idea of sleeping while Oliver was missing.
At nearly four in the morning, she left Helix’s home base to go back to the bunker. She hadn’t been in the loft for awhile. It didn’t feel right. It hadn’t felt right since she and Oliver had broken up, but now there was something so cold and empty about their once home. She didn’t care that the bunker was destroyed either. It did hurt to see the place trashed. It’d happened before, but this time it was by Oliver’s hands. The pain and anger he must have felt at the time was enough to make her chest ache.
As she reached her car, she fumbled with her keys. She probably shouldn’t have been driving, but she couldn’t very well sleep in the car. The keys slipped out of her hands and on to the ground.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
Before she even got the chance to bend down and pick them up, she felt a sharp pain in her back. It made her gasp and fall forward onto the car.
“What the hell…” she reached behind her and grabbed onto what felt like one of Oliver’s tranquilizers.
Recently customized a Disney Store King Fergus 1/6 doll to be more accurate in size and attire for a commission.
We lengthened him so he’s taller than Elinor/Merida (he’s about 13″ now), lengthened his kilt, redid his belt and buckle to be pleather and wider, add the pouch, added a new wider chest strap with medallions and replaced the tiny sad non=metallic sleeves with ‘chainmail’ looking fabric in silver/pewter tones. We also made his ‘bear cape’ with claws and chain. Finally, I rooted him to have real hair, enhanced his factory faceup, and extended his beard and moustache with sculpting compound, to be more accurate AND to give him the illusion of a larger head. It’s still smaller than the gals, but it’s more tolerable now at least putting him next to them!
Hope you like him! What do you think? Much more the Lord of Clan Dun Broch now!!!