A little something I made just now :3c
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A little something I made just now :3c

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I made a pyresonaā¦.
Thats a baroāt saya btw!!! Hello Philippines. This game is about You.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
They march. Their group is sizeable, a good hundred of the revolutionās agents trailing behind a small number of figures clad in the white raiments of their ascension. Hedwyn, their Golathanian, walks arm-in-wing with his Fikani; Jodariel, Soliam Murr incarnate, has a tight hold on Ignariusā hand, their horns knocking together affectionately; Tiāzo, the spitting image of his grandfather, sits atop the wild hair of Chae, whoās all but skipping alongside Almer and Dalbert of the Fate. Seven of the eight Scribes and their friends, their entourage, marching shoulder to shoulder down the alabaster streets. Oralech stands alone at the head of the procession, dressed in the uniform of a field medic that marks him even more recognisable than the bright robes of those behind him. He would have donned his raiments as well, out of a sense of uniformity if nothing else, but the Demonās clothing no longer fit his diminished frame. He is no Demon, and he is no Scribe. He is the star that beckons them ever onward.
Melts like Candle Wax (Volfred/Oralech, 138 words, worksafe)
It is a cold morning on Mt. Alodiel and Erisa has left for her sunrise walk to tie her thoughts into braids and Oralech looks to Volfred reading his papers always reading his papers and says
I believe I love you
And Volfred looks over his papers with a strange sort of twist to his lips and says
I thought we had already established that
And beat beat pause until Oralech laughs in that beautiful way of his and crosses the Blackwagon in 3 big strides and kisses Volfred with a smiling sort of fervor and goes until Erisa comes banging in and when she sees the two in a barely tidied breath she rolls her eyes and bangs out again and Oralech kisses Volfred until his body melts like candle wax into a puddle on the floor.
did it hurt when you fell from heaven
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We shall find our way home
Still had many feels after drawing them that day, so I had to draw them again.Ā
My @sggsecretsanta entry for @truenightwings !
This was exceptionally fun, so I hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful holiday! Same to all the participants, and the moderators who put this together!
Dear @sussis ! Iām your foster Santa for @sggsecretsanta !
As Iām filling most of your prompts for my own giftee (spoiler), Iāve decided to focus on Volfredās and Oralechās relationship! Iām usually all for angst but I felt like drawingĀ āwhat ifā, happy version of their reunion. I hope youāll like it!