“Life and Death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don’t know how.“
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“Life and Death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don’t know how.“
independent fandomless original characters
what drew you to my oc?
there are tons out there, so tell me what you liked about mine.
“Death can be kind.”
independent fandomless personification of Death
🌿 “You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.”
independent fandomless personification of life
(graphics by the amazing oftwigsandbones❤️)
🌸 pateromnium:
“Well, that’s a pity. Even flowers deserve to be spoken to kindly, hm?” He stays crouched down by the small patch of wildflowers, smiling down at them almost proudly as he gently brushes his fingers over them. The flowers seem to perk up almost immediately as though reacting to the touch, and he turns his head to glance up at her, smile widening. “But I’m quite glad they have you.”
She can barely contain the slow amazed smile spreading across her face her face as the man speaks, delighted to encounter someone with the same mindset as both her and her Aunt Winifred. Unable to find words, she can only nod eagerly in response, her lips pulled into her mouth as she took a small step closer with the book she had intended to sit and read clasped in her hands. “Oh, well, I do try, at least,” she shrugs a shoulder, still smiling. “Sometimes there’s too many.”
“‘Forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.’”
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“Poor guy.” wolfgang crouches a good distance away. the last thing an animal needs is to panic when it’s injured, and most animals are frightened of them.
“Mhm.” She agrees quietly, bending her head over the bird again and holding him close to her chest. For a few moments she says nothing, just lets the magic pass from her to the nestling as though sharing body heat. She keeps the moment as private as she can, still embarrassed though as soon as the bird perks up, so does she.
“I’m asking if this is for someone you’re dating. Like a boyfriend.”
“O-oh! Erm, no--he...he’s my friend. Just my friend.”
“Your friend or your friend?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yeah. There’s Trent place a couple of blocks from here. He’s a chill dude so he should give you a good deal. You play?”
“Oh--no, I don’t. I mean, I’d like to, but I don’t. My friend does, though. They’re a gift.”
✿ kesheph
She looks up from the baby bird cupped in her hands, seemingly embarrassed to be caught using healing magic.
“...He fell and broke his wing.”
✿ + timidwiitch
“Ex-excuse me? Is it alright if I bring my cat inside? He’s well behaved and it’s just that I’d hate to leave him out alone.”
✿ + pateromnium
“I’ve never seen anyone talk to flowers like I do before.”
[give this lil sucker a like for a starter kiddies]
“I have some time. I don’t mind.”
“Thank you.” She pauses for a second, brows furrowing before she clears her throat and forces herself to pipe up again. “Erm, do you know where to get guitar strings?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Would it helped if I tagged along?”
“Please? I mean, only if you don’t mind.”