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«Горное озеро. Памяти Семёна Скрепецкого» Эту картину я посвящаю памяти убитого художника Семёна Скрепецкого. Я никогда не работал в жанре карикатуры и, наверное, уже не научусь говорить этим художественным языком так, как говорил он. Поэтому решил почтить его память единственным способом, который мне действительно близок, - написать пейзаж. #СеменСкрепецкий #ПамятиХудожника #Живопись #Искусство #Пейзаж #ГорноеОзеро #Импрессионизм #LandscapePainting #MountainLake #Painting #Art #Artist #InMemor

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@inmemor

   Times like this were never easy...

   The owl found himself sitting at the kotatsu, knees tucked in close and face buried in his arms. Looking to make himself as small as possible. He tried being cheerful as often as possible, and most of the time, he was! But today just didn’t sit right with him, he was questioning himself too much. Little problems just seemed to build on top of each other until they finally poured out into tears once the owl was safe by himself at home.

   A sob managed to escape him and he tried desperately to wipe away his tears. He didn’t have time to be sad right now,  there was so much work he had to do before Shirogane came home--

   As if right on cue, he heard the door creak open and shut. Yukisada sat up quickly and wiped at his eyes more, trying to come up with an excuse while he made himself look presentable. His story...his story will be that he fell asleep by accident, and that he laid down weird and that’s why his eyes were a bit puffy? Or he rubbed them too much, or he was yawning a lot...yeah. He’d go with that.

   When his housemate walked into the room he gave him usual happy grin and stood, going over to greet him.

   “Hi Shirogane! How was your day?”

[silksentinels]

@inmemor | Taffy

Elwine was a little surprised when she was assigned patrol duty with Taffy.

She had no complaints---she held their Head Angel in high respect, as one should to the person involved in so much of their training and was their superior.

It had simply been so long since she really interacted at length with him. With the war long gone, patrols were more a show than actual necessity. It was something to do instead of wasting away in her home or working the more mundane jobs that involved paperwork.

Sometimes she’d be paired up with Egmont--but never the other angels of Fumus’ elite squad. There was no surprise in that, but she would still have expected that sooner than one ranked so high above her.

Yet orders were orders, and these were just fine. Merely surprising. The course of their journey around the lands that composed Heaven was a long one taken at a sedate pace---a good thing for her. Her wings were much smaller than Taffy’s, and quite frankly, even if they were not in the tattered state they usually were in she would have had trouble keeping up at his fastest pace.

It had been quiet. Elwine enjoyed that and didn’t particularly feel the need to fill the silence, but as they went about their job a question did enter her mind. One that she felt a little dubious about asking.

The sedentary life of Heaven was getting to her. She had been created to fight, and fighting was one of the few things that could make her feel alive. 

“Taffy, sir? If I may be so bold, how are things on the surface world?” Certainly she did not want another war, but if things were turbulent down there then perhaps...she’d have an excuse to venture forth and find something more productive to do.

[purplerosetrees-blog]

{ @inmemor | Shirogane | Yukisada }

He always missed him while in the cave. The warm cozy feeling of the house somehow now gone once his friend has disappeared. A house that once again wasn’t a home. It only left Yukisada with a cold sense of discontent that he knew nothing of what to do with.

The owl worried about him too of course. It wasn’t just selfishness that sent him wandering to the cave entrance awaiting his friend’s return. No... it wasn’t. Though he worried, oh he worried, that it was only that selfishness that wanted so badly for his friend to come home to him once again. Come to him instead of suffering in his own space for his own time.

But.. He wanted him to be well. He wanted him to be warm. He wanted to be able to see him happy and comfortable and well fed again. It worried him even more when he couldn’t see the other’s current state. What kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t at least check on him? After all, Shiro could die in there and he wouldn’t even know. 

He really shouldn’t think of that.

Yukisada didn’t come unprepared at least this time, holding a warm bowl in his hands, the heat pleasant on his feathers like he hoped it would soon be just as pleasant on Shiro’s cold fur. The wolf was probably very hungry, not moving to get any sort of food or maybe even water. Even if Shiro only stepped out to get the bowl from him and nothing else, that would be enough for him. Enough for him to know at least he would get a nice meal after nothing for days.

At least he won’t starve to death.

Those thoughts had to be shaken out before he got there, for sure. It will be better once he could actually see him, surely. He had to resist the urge to rub his hands against his scarf in his usual comfort; that would not spell good news for the bowl in this hand. Nor his clothes after. Best to wait.

The cave was dark before him, not able to see anything inside just by looking. He shouldn’t go in just yet though, knowing by now that spooking his friend suddenly wasn’t a good idea. He would call out for him instead, so that his presence would hopefully be announced. At least- he hoped he would get a actual response so he would know it was or not this time.

“Shirogane? Shiro...? How are you feeling?”

[wrathfulbeauty]

           “ I have a lot of hair, if you want to braid it would be best to start sooner than later, instead of STARING. ”

@inmemor  ♡

[wrathfulbeauty]

          Soft sigh leaves her lips as she arches her back seeming to stretch before her back meets the ground again and she is still. Pale skin becomes luminous under the golden rays of light that filter in through the branches overhead. “ You are unusually quiet. Is there something wrong? ” @inmemor