for air. Nothing was ceded to you.

Nothing, nothing, a curse in a world of music, and yet - why must you be a thing if you can only hear static?

If it's so important- why did your goddess leave you out of it?

A thudding in your heart you can finally recognize the rhythm in the art, but all too late you realize -

it's all vibrations, it's all overwhelming and unfamiliar.

Why does this world torture you so? Giving everyone else a gift and taking it away also? Between you and them is a rift.

They think you're missing out and you're starting to agree with them

(Dave) let the ship sail

(Dave) SHE!!!!

(Vesta) hi!!!! long time no see! ve’ve been busy with college classes and one of them is bookbinding so of course i drew up a wandersong zine!!! serrano did the sketches i added the extra jazz

Image description:

A black-and-white comic featuring Kiwi and Miriam in Chismest, where it is snowing.

It feels so cold and desolate as the bard slumbers on the chilly bench, dressed in their cape and hat... then a familiar voice calls out to them. “Kiwi?”

They look up and see Miriam standing in front of them, her arms crossed. And they immediately sit up, excited to see her. “Oh! Mim! Hi!”

“Save the bullshit. You barely even like this city, don’t you? Why are you still trying?”

Kiwi gives her a weary smile. “You know why...”

“Yeah. It’s really annoying just how stubborn you are,” Miriam murmurs as she goes to sit down next to her friend, wearing that same grumpy expression as always. But then... her face softens and she leans onto Kiwi’s shoulder.

“It’s... nice having a home,” she says. “People care about you. Neither of us had that before...

I... was so mean to you. And you shrugged it off. I didn’t think you thought of me as a... friend. Not until you said-”

“I love you!” Kiwi chimes in with a genuine smile, blushing under the chilly air.

“Yeah,” the witch replies. She looks back towards the bard and draws ever closer, gently wrapping her arms around them as she pulls them in for a heartfelt hug. With a smile... she gazes at Kiwi so lovingly. She’d missed them. And they respond in kind, resting their forehead upon Miriam’s and hugging her back, looking into her eyes with a gleam in their own. She presses up close against her warm friend, nuzzling them.

(Serrano) emotional support cat who may or may not be your deceased grandma in disguise

saphy finds this malnourished stray cat while wandering around as a ghost, talks to broggles for a bit. broggles doesn’t want to take care of themself and prefers being outdoors. saphy thinks, “but my granddaughter would be delighted to have you! she’d take good care of you...” and just straight up possesses them to make sure they have a good home

broggles wakes up confused in miriam’s place but hesitantly stays because it is nice and warm. whenever they escape, saphy makes sure they get back home safely! this little cat warms up to these two eventually

meanwhile miriam is pleasantly baffled at how a cat ended up on her doorstep and at why it’s so friendly to her until it speaks in her dead grandma’s voice, scaring the living daylights out of her

ghost grandma saphy can have a little mischief and feline mayhem as a treat

Image description: A couple of colored sketches.

Miriam, a woman with pale pinkish skin, blue hair and eyebrows, a long nose, is wearing a very dark purple suit with a light purple top underneath, a purple tie, cyan lining their sleeves, and dark purple boots. She’s petting Broggles, a black cat with green eyes, a white-furred chest, and paws, as they sit on her lap comfortably. She’s crying and smiling.

A bust of Broggles.

A sketch skit of Miriam yelling, “SAPHY WHY’D YOU POSSESS A FREAKING CAT FOR ME”

Saphy, her ghost grandma, replies, “Y’know, nya-”

(serrano) raz and rag cuddle times bc i think they’re cute (and sapphic)

dialogue by @artseniccatnip

Image descriptions: Two images, one of a sketch with monotone colors, the other a sketch comic with the same colors.

Character descriptions:

Dragonfruit (also known as Ragamuffin “Rag” and Good Audrey), a woman in blue colors with hair in the style of a bowlcut with shaven sides and thick eyebrows. She is wearing a necklace, capelet, longsleeve top, a belt, pants, and socks.

Razzberry (also known as “Raz” and Evil Miriam), a long-nosed woman in green colors wearing a witchy hat, a spooky dress with tattered longsleeves, a cape, earrings, and leggings.

First image of a sketch: Raz on the left cuddling Rag on the right, who is lying on top of her as Raz snores contentedly with her arms around her.

Second image of a sketch comic: Raz wakes up, and upon seeing Rag on top of her, grumbles, “Hey get off me loser, I am not made for free cuddling.”

Rag returns a snarky reply, raising an eyebrow. “Uhmm, I distinctly remember picking this spot to nap in first, sooo I think you wanted some cuddles.”