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I have done fanart of @amberqueen01's parkour civ fic "neath the Grove is a heart", of chapter 5, in the part where evbo first see rain

Rehrehe I love drawing duckbo

#parkour civilization #parkciv #parkour civilization fanart #evbo #pkciv #evbo fanart #duckbo #mmmm wings

@midnattheir HAVE SOME WRITING 💜

Zablr Syndicate AU my beloved.

There is a base isolated deep in the Antarctic snow. The entrance is well hidden unless you possess the knowledge passed down by the illusive members. One of the elders guards the entrance and purges any of the weak who arrive and can’t handle the chaos. The front room, named general, is filled with various forms of greetings, exchanged throughout the day. When it’s quiet the conversation is calm, like tiny ripples across a lake. When it’s busy the conversation is loud with friendly arguments thrown about like waves in a storm. The walls are deep red in colour, intimidating to outsiders but a familiar sight to those who reside there.

There’s a room right next to it dubbed the chill room, used for those who wish to escape the chaos of busy discussion. The conversations are always slow and most are as random as the entrance room. The room is small and not as well used as general but it’s just as well loved. The walls are deep blue in colour with splashes of white and yellow to represent stars. It’s calming.

Hidden in a secret alcove in general lies a book filled with names and contacts. The mods are in charge of showing the newbies how to access it. The paper is worn with age and use as people constantly check it with every new member.

There’s a gallery and a library opposite each other, art and books constantly being added into the collections. Underneath each creation lies a book where people leave encouraging comments and doodles of love. Some people leave entire analyses which end up having their own compliments added to them, treated as another creation to be admired and appreciated. At the centre of the gallery lies a massive table with heaps of artists materials and drawing tablets where you can always find someone working. Inside the library there are chairs scattered about which always end up being dragged into a circle in front of the fireplace as people enthusiastically share new writing ideas or gather round to read a story together. You can usually hear shouting and crying when the person dubbed as the writing god publishes more chapters to their well loved series. The walls are as white as writers and art block, plain as to not detract from the masterpieces within.

Further still is the main community room, the most well used room full of people at all times of the day. In it resides a large meeting table (used more as seating or a podium for speeches than a table). The room is ambiently lit with soulfire lanterns burning constantly, blue fire against brown wooden walls. Whenever someone walks into the room you know you’ll be there for hours debating the latest dumb thing they’ve found. Sometimes the discussion gets serious (although not ever serious enough to warrant using the table properly). The din of voices quiets and everyone stops to listen to what the speaker has to say, be it an idea to strike back against our enemies or ways to sneakily infiltrate their lines and convert them from their evil ways. There is never peace in that room full of rants but that’s how we like it.

At the end of the corridor lies stone stairs worn smooth from age. Fondly dubbed the retirement home, it’s an exclusive room for the original members of the society. Used as an escape from everyone else’s chaos or a way to cause even more chaos among old friends, it’s well loved by all who use it. Those who use it claim a veterans discount, having fought many wars before more people arrived to back their cause. Their support for each other can be felt at any time of the day, some friendships being stronger than others but all are filled with kindness (and chaos). The walls are solid stone, weathered with age but still standing as strong as ever.

Even more exclusive than the retirement home is the hidden room in one of the walls. Only five members have access to it as it’s where all the secrets are guarded. They keep a watchful eye over each of the rooms and step in if arguments get too heated or if any concerns are raised. They’re the guardian angels of the syndicate, jobs mostly unknown and unnoticed but well appreciated by all. They’re the closest thing to an authority but they use their power to protect and spend most of their days hopping between rooms with the rest of the members, joining discussions as they go. The walls are sky blue, the colour of freedom amongst the clouds and safety up in the sky.

The final room is the newest one built. It’s well lit with historical documents and maps littered across shelves and tables. Some are aged with small smudged handwriting whilst others are new with freshly dried ink and crisp white pages. All are treasured with the same care and reverence, the only documents telling the unbiased truth. Our brave operation leader goes out and tries to teach the truth to the blind youth. Yet there are those who fight back and ignore the truth, even with the facts presented to them. There is no true goal of the Zablr Syndicate but this mission to spread the truth comes close. The walls are a deep green, a colour that sparks a homely joy within us all.

The Zablr Syndicate started off as a group of like minded people banding together in a world that told them they were wrong in their opinions. Now it is a community full of love and support for each and every member. Remember we are here, we are many and we see all.

#zablr #zablr syndicate au #writing #yeeeeeee inspiration goes brr #also didn’t mention but we’re all winged #mmmm wings #but Yee colour connotations go brr #hope you guys like???#💜💜💜

Duck evbo my beloved

Lol I drew this in math

Also here is what the notes say cause I have bad handwriting

"Eldridge horror evbo face lol"

"Oversized hoodie" (headcannon time!; he got his hoodie from another noob [who was probably his first friend before he learned to not form connections] on the noob layer who died, and would fit a lot better if he wasn't malnourished lol)

"Pacific black duck" (An Australian duck that has a part on its wing that can be purple or green with a black outline on it and I saw this and evbo and I went YES)

I love drawing wings

Also I give credit to @amberqueen01 cause they put the idea of duck evbo into my brain