#duskwight

[avashnea]

Cillien Beaudonet

[nolanel-corbeaux]

Wait, you can play?

Just a cozy little weekend night for these two, and Booky of course. :)

Happy birthday @zylphiacrowley! I hope you had a fantastic day!!

[bsky]

[cindernet-exploded]

"C'mon Beatle, I won't drop ya!"

Happy birthday @candycryptids!!

[ft. their lovely elf Beatle (they/them)] [She/He for Nabette]

[khonamijuuko]

hello there

This is Khona. This will be a place for me to expand her story and share photos. Mostly a place to dump my gpose.

<these brackets indicate the creator is speaking/OOC>

[these brackets indicate Khona’s lore: backstory or lore ]

[khonamijuuko]

book nerd

<shader and lighting experimenting tonight. No heavy adjustments, low effort pose but high effort lighting. >

<I’m tired, fellow creatures. This week has been weird and I’m tired. >

[Khona lore: she enjoys books, from studying to reading. Her favorite genre is smut, ngl. But she enjoys comics and fantasy books about as much. Her story is not written as cannon accurate, and she enjoys LOTR as much as I do.]

[juni-kun]

Time makes all things fade. Even pictures. Even paintings. It pushes the rushing waters of a river to erode the banks which hold it. Shaping it. Curving it. Forming it anew. And once it is done, can you say that the river which cuts through the valley is the same as the river which drifted lazily over a plain?

My memories of you are faint now. For time has taken your face. I close my eyes, darling as I stand in a pond where the cool water laps at my ankles and I can no longer feel the sun on my skin for it has been taken from me too. Do you remember how we used to sit beneath the trees? And you would laugh at how my nose would burn? The freckles which would form and how you would trace them across my shoulders?

I close my eyes, my heart. And I hear the sound of your laughter. The splash of water as our feet splash through it, how cold those droplets were when they hit our skin. Time has taken the words from our lips. But I remember the feeling of your lips on mine. That first kiss beneath our tree. When you took me in your arms and drew my book down from how I hid my face. You laughed then too, for how red I was when you told me how you loved me.

Time gave you back to me. In another place. Another Star. Time changed you too. Time made me Greedy. And then it tempered me. Glass roses and apricot liquors. Love and briar vines. Would you hate the thing I've become? Or would you be proud of me?

I wish I could see you one more time.

https://rph.sh/3508

[cindernet-exploded]

One day you'll figure out you're in the polycule Beatle...

[ft. @candycryptids' Beatle (They/Them)] [She/He for Nabette]

[winterdeepelegy]

Junelezen #8 - Monster In one breath-catching instant, the Echo took her back to the one place she least wanted to visit ever again -- back to the fields of Carteneau, but to a different section of the conflict. The very same man she stood in front of, conversing face to face with a heartbeat ago, was there... and in that moment she noticed something about him that vaguely resembled a sickly boy that she looked after a time or two at Stillgade Fane. And by vague, that is to say she wasn't entirely sure. Some of his face was obscured by rage, and by the blood of the fallen soldier he was leaning over, but the same hollow acceptance and bitter loneliness were still discernable in his eyes. Grief makes monsters of us all...