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Grundos Cafe edgy neopets my beloved,,,,

Some NPCs that I love very much 💖

Other worlds - I was in a sci-fi mood so I decided to have fun with it! I enjoyed drawing this.

[Image description: a digital drawing of a sunset in a strange place. In the foreground a very large rock formation with cylindrical rocks that range from thinner on the outside to very large, thick pieces in the middle. The formation is lit by the rising sun and is absolutely huge. Two people sit on the edge of one of the rocks and watch the sunrise, black silhouettes against the horizon with long shadows. Past the rock formation an island floats in the sky with spikey rocks underneath and thick greenery of grass and bushes on top. Two smaller islands, one short and small and one thin and small, float around the main large island. In the distance the rises over the horizon, over a forest and fields that lead to an ocean that reflects the sunrise above. The bottom spikes of the floating islands are lit bright by the sunrise.The sunrise lights it all yellow and orange. Far above the night sky is still dark and visible, showing a range of stars and three moons. There’s a large, round primary grey moon and two smaller moons (one of which is a crescent moon) that orbit the larger one. End image description.]

Oracle Gladio-Tint Sketch

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Imagine, Tangled hair whipping from her shoulder blades to the wind and back again, she runs into a deeper part of the woodlands, from something perhaps. But there it is, a small grove not well lit, and blooming with half grown flora. Four trees stand tall, bent and dented they bare their storm scars, yet her favorite to nestle on is the oak. She weeps on the oak and tells it her joys and her perplexities, overrun with the spring melt thoughts who roar from her mountain range mind to her wellspring mouth. No one would ever listen like the trees. Imagine, Again she runs into the woodlands, this time grasping for air as if there were none, for her body of mind is shutting down. A mind suffocated will collapse then atrophy, and she, is running on fumes. So, she runs to her trees. There three trees stand tall, but where the oak once stood instead, oak heart eyes stare back at her. He was every bit as solid as the oak, every bit of the warmth and color the bark had was reflected in his skin, every moment of comfort was there staring, with those bright brown eyes. If he was fearful, there was none shown, neither of them was startled. She sat with him and spoke as she always did, he did not speak but listened and watched her as he always did. It was warm, it was curious, it was the only time they'd been thankful to be themselves. Imagine, There were never any trees, and the storms kept coming, and his bark was a bronze and iron mix with those oak heart eyes. Imagine her hair never stopped whipping behind her because she was always running to those who needed her and when she stopped for air, it was never there. Imagine that to people he was standoffish and others thought he was serious all the time, but when he listened or when he laughed, she could see morning dew stars shine in those eyes. Imagine he not just listened but saw what she spoke about, imagine that his limbs no longer felt like branches frozen in winter, imagine that he could find a place more alive than the forest. Imagine, Some place like her. imagine Something like him. Imagine, finding what you were afraid to ask for, and they want you for everything you are.

Valintin’s forest