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Menaced by the concord grape.
Mods asleep, post Maerathin. (This post is for the anon who said they like how I draw feathers. Here are feathers. i love you.)
Bel Altshire. High Priestess and songstress. They say her voice can be as low as thunder or as high as ringing glass.
Remember, kids. Play with fire responsibly!
Koya is a handsome fella but dresses like he’s gonna be going camping for 6 days imminently and can’t gauge the weather so he just wears all sorts of comfortable shapeless bullshit.

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A paint of Nova for the solstice.
He’s just a puppy here... Not that he metabolically aged much in the intervening years, but hard living’ll make you pointier.
“Easy to spot for him at least; the markings that would usually be revealed only with a UV lamp shine to his altered sight with a cyan glow. The meanings: forbidden, unspoken, wayfarer, hazard, down in the sense of ‘depth’, ‘depth’ in the sense of field of view, the shapes of the burning sensation that bloomed like a flower, and the sight of his ‘sister’s’ skin glowing in the thick black ocean, they said that too, deeper, Westward, Westward.
Little brother? You are still so small…”