Mar 15
BRAIN DECIDED IT WAS DEVELOP NNTOCS DAY
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BRAIN DECIDED IT WAS DEVELOP NNTOCS DAY
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Day 31. Rain
I've drawn @ladybrooke's OC Amriel in her talan, with houseplants, and Spenna the cat, and several polecats (identified by LadyBrooke as, from left to right), Eregel, Imloth, Eirien, and Mallos.
some doodles of my new sun haven farmer!! he's a clumsy fallen angel who loves smashin rocks
Random fact about Amriel before I go to sleep:
He is a master at wielding swords and many other weapons, but the one he could never properly control is the spear. The reason is unknown.
Random fact about Mishiro before I go to sleep:
She and Amriel, her best friend and brother figure, were voted most likely to run away from the Heavens at one point.
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To be the first is a quiet thing.
They do not know when they came into existence. None of their kind do. All they remember is opening their six eyes, and taking in the sights.
Countless strings weave in and out of their sight. NaΓ―ve and unknowing, they pluck at one, and it sings. A hum filled with brightness, and bemusement. Like that of a parent, they think. A half-moment later, they pause.
What is a parent, they ask the white strings. The humming increases, with a sadder tone, and they think of warmth. Of being held. The thought fades, and they are alone.
There is no one else. Not on this barren planet; nor on the next, or the next after that. There are lights on the horizon, but none nearby. They can hear the songs of those distant strings, that same loving hum β muffled as it is.
They are the very first of their kind, not that they know it. In time, they will be one of many, Amriel the Fate-Weaver. A people without peers, the whimsical creation of an lonesome god.
But, for now, they are alone in a quiet universe, screaming for their parent, as all newborns do.
recently i bought these really really cute nightgowns, & i thought "you know who would look ADORABLE in this? MARSHMALLOW DEMON WIFEβ¨πΈ"