Nio1818

I’m Nio (on tumblr at least)

Things you’ll find here:

Slugcats, slugcat drawings, more Slugcats, regular cats, animal drawings/photos/facts (sometimes), my OCs that get one drawing and a name each followed by no character development whatsoever, occasionally tma and wtnv related stuff

Asks and art trades welcome please I want tumblr friend

If you were born in January, your birthstone is the garnet.

If you were born in February, your birthstone is also the garnet. You have to fight with January to see who gets to have the garnet. Whoever wins gets to be born. That’s how birth works.

If you were born in March, your birthstone is…that’s right, the garnet. This is gonna be a brutal battle for that stone.

If you were born in April, your birthstone is flat and gray and sits next to a pond. It is dusty and warm in the sunshine, and if you put it against your cheek, it would feel like taking a long walk on a nice day.

If you were born in May, your birthstone is cemented into the wall of a rich person’s indoor shower. The stall has several different showerheads and built-in surround sound speakers, and your stone is near where the person’s butt usually goes. I’m sorry to have to inform you of this.

June, your birthstone is this one. That I have in my hand. If you want it back, then you’ll need to listen very carefully and do everything I say.

July, you don’t have a birthstone. You have a birth rock. It’s in a park in San Diego, and children sit on it to tie their shoes.

August, your birthstone is in space, a shard broken off of an asteroid that is spinning away from the sun. Thousands of years from now, your birthstone will leave the solar system.

September, your birthstone was swallowed by a little boy who is very sorry about having swallowed a stone. Swallowing a stone is uncomfortable and dangerous, a lesson that little boy is learning now.

October, your birthstone was buried by drifting soil thousands of years ago. It will never again be uncovered.

November, your birthstone is falling from a great height. Soon it will land. I hope it will not land ON anyone, but then, life has no guarantees…

The second safest is dreaming

The third safest is decomposing into rich earth and drifting away with the wind and rain