gore-font:

So I have another ProtoCreed drawing QwQ

The height difference between them IS WHAT KILLS ME

yore-donatsu:

♪♫ Alex Mercer and Desmond Miles ♫♪

Les jeux ne sont pas que pour les enfants XD
On dirait trop la couverture d’un doujinishi ! 
C’est génial ! 
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• TOOLS
PAINT TOOL SAI
PHOTOSHOP
• TIME
2 HOURS

tascha-me:

alex mercer | Tumblr auf We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/41826264

bleeding-hoods:

"Flowers!"
"I hate flowers"

before-the-infection:

"Show off."

((Okay, so, I found that P2 Alex is taller than P1 Alex.

This amused me greatly.))

scorchedcreed:

zeuscomplex:

There was a bit of a disgruntled look on his face as he was looking away, and then suddenly there WERE tail feathers out there and swaying around.  Alex rolls his eyes and walks by him very smoothly-

But not before his hand grabs one of the soft feathers and pulls it right out.  He’s walking away with it and grumbling.  ”Don’t be so irritating about it.  Someone can see.”

You know, before now Desmond had held onto the hope that Alex would not be one of the few people brash enough to pull out his feathers. That hurt, quite a lot. In fact the removal of the tail feather gets the phoenix to jump forward with a pained squawk, hands moving to the now throbbing spot.

In about the span of a minute he has shifted from human form to the smaller bird form and has begun pecking angrily at the virus’ head, screeching furiously.

That fucking hurt, you dick!’

There hadn’t been the thought of the repercussions of what may happen if he pulled said feather out of the other’s area.  And he had not thought that it would cause such a ruckus like this.

The last warning he had was the sound of screeching and then the fact that he’s covering his head and blindly protecting himself, backing off.  Shit!  Should have thought about that.  There’s talons and beak striking at his head and attempting his eyes, still holding that feather in his hand as he’s backing off back into the cabin.

"Okay!  Okay!  I’m really fucking sorry, Jesus!  I’m sorry!  Stop!"  He’s closing the door and then leaning against it.  "You’re not coming in until you cool off!"  He tosses the feather away.

scorchedcreed:

zeuscomplex:

The gaze is soon broken as his head snaps up and then he’s blabbering a bit before clearing his throat and looking away.  ”It’s distracting… your tail feathers are.  Flashy.  Can’t help it.”

"Hmm…really?" he murmurs, playing along with the obvious lie by looking over his shoulder and staring down. For the fun of it, the phoenix loosens his magic enough to allow his tail feathers to appear which makes a fairly amusing scene. "Didn’t think they’d be that distracting," no, he did not just sway his hips a bit to make the feathers move.

There was a bit of a disgruntled look on his face as he was looking away, and then suddenly there WERE tail feathers out there and swaying around.  Alex rolls his eyes and walks by him very smoothly-

But not before his hand grabs one of the soft feathers and pulls it right out.  He’s walking away with it and grumbling.  ”Don’t be so irritating about it.  Someone can see.”

foodiebooty:

Cheese Fries with Chives, Bacon and Sour Cream

scorchedcreed:

zeuscomplex:

With his gaze still locked on Desmond- he watches him go along and proceeds to go ahead and watch him.  He grins and follows him, eyes glued downwards.  ”So… you enjoying the nature around here?  Talk with your little bird friends?”

"Mmm, it is nice… haven’t spoken to any of the others, they seem to be busy," he murmurs in answer, appearing contemplative for about ten seconds before he happens to glance backward, noting the direction of Alex’s gaze. Smirking, the phoenix stops.

"Y’enjoying the view back there~?"

The gaze is soon broken as his head snaps up and then he’s blabbering a bit before clearing his throat and looking away.  ”It’s distracting… your tail feathers are.  Flashy.  Can’t help it.”

scorchedcreed:

zeuscomplex:

Moving his head along as Desmond flops and expertly makes his way down, he sees him face to face before he’s coming close.  ”Don’t be singing no Opera on me soon.  I’d rather we keep your voice as comfortable as possible so I can enjoy it nice and loud when you get another… mood.

The response to this is a dark look and a smile, the birds hands moving into his pockets. “No worry there… I never cared for Opera anyway,” with that he walks past Alex and back toward the cabin, though he certainly takes his time in actually making it there.

With his gaze still locked on Desmond- he watches him go along and proceeds to go ahead and watch him.  He grins and follows him, eyes glued downwards.  ”So… you enjoying the nature around here?  Talk with your little bird friends?”