—bloom (after We Fall)?

A Golden Apple

This battle has stretched on longer than they were familiar with. Perhaps it's because they persisted longer; defended the tower the hardest they could. They were wise in their experience, but not wise enough when fields of wheat were replaced by the pit of lava before them, with hot armor being all they had for a soft bed, while the rough hands that loosely held on the enchanted blade had forgotten the warmth and texture of fresh bread.

They plod over to the chest hidden behind a pillar, pulling its lid up to see weapons and armors of the highest quality... and no food.

"Ah, seriously, what kind of army doesn't stockpile food?"

"I don't know." A couple lava pops pass as the soldier took a second to realize that wasn't their voice; it was younger, softer, and confident. "I do have food, though."

The soldier leisurely turned their head to see the sharp end of a sword pointed at them, and behind it was a young mercenary. The young mercenary stood tall with a hardened gaze, their grip on their sword carrying more power than the weapon itself.

The soldier, however, only sat comfortably on the warm stone floor, their back against the chest, without even bothering to pick up their weapon. The young mercenary blinked in confusion, much more when the soldier casually commented "nice".

"What.. aren't you going to fight?"

"And be killed by you? No thanks, starvation is already doing that."

The soldier's immediate, straightforward response caused the young mercenary's grip on their sword to lessen. The young mercenary looked down on the soldier, seeing their slacked form equipped in diamond while an enchanted diamond sword lies beside them, but the soldier's hands were thin, their face gaunt and pale from lack of nutrition and sunlight.

And the soldier observes the young mercenary's actions in reciprocation, their tired face smoothly covering the plan forming in their head. The soldier has a splash potion of poison in their inventory, while the lava pit is just on their right. Though the soldier's hunger bar is low and their health halved, they can push the young mercenary into the pit once they've thrown the potion and-

Their thoughts halted when about a dozen golden apples were shoved in their face, and the young mercenary's sword was once again properly aimed on them.

"Hey, hey." The soldier carefully stood up with the golden apples in their arms while one is already being munched on in their mouth. The soldier spoke with apple bits in their mouth -- probably saying "let me eat first" -- swallowed-

"Then I'll die," the soldier said, picking up another apple to munch on.

"No," the young mercenary said, "let's have a fight."

The soldier stared at the young mercenary for a good two seconds while eating, then their eyes wandered to the pit of lava.

"Have you ever heard of military poverty?" The soldier asked after swallowing their second apple; their hunger bar full. The young mercenary's brows slowly rose; a beat of pause before the soldier continues. "It's not even a term, so of course you wouldn't."

Then the soldier picked up their sword, and the young mercenary took a few steps back and righted their stance.

"But it might as well be." The soldier threw their sword into the lava pit, and the young mercenary's eyes went wide at their action.

The soldier made one large leap to the lava pit, a smile on their face while they held a half-eaten golden apple. The young mercenary chases after the soldier in a vain attempt to save them, but the flames devoured the soldier before they could have the duel they wanted.

"Live well," the soldier smiled, "kid."

"Noooooo-"

The thing with boats and seafaring came from one of @/justsomeectoplasm 's posts on the ori children au <3

"Lovely afternoon we're having today," the Watcher mutters as they row their boat with their light, "we'll be seeing a pleasant view of the stars come night, for sure."

pov: you're enjoying a free ride with The Watcher from that one legend

In Memory Of Another Life

"Maybe in another life, I would have saved you, and we would have been happy. But you're gone—you have been for a long time now, and I only have myself to blame for you leaving me with just the memories of our time, and never you."

Concept & Portrait:

When I made more of my OC later on (I just have to fit her in the campaign's lore), she was supposed to be played in a public campaign with a friend's friends, though that didn't quite work out, and now I have a character that I'll be reworking into an open world story with my beloved friends instead =w=

Would have to shed the medieval fantasy themes; she's going into a post-apocalyptic world, after all

"That time we went to a sleepover (not)."

Despite Witch!Moon's complaints and wanting to stay (and cause minor disturbances for fun), we were only there to drop off the basket of sweets.

Bonus doodle:

"Have fun, y'al-" "NOOooo- I wanna stay-!" "It's past our bedtimes, and we still have work to do in the morning." "NOO-"

Naptimes in the Superstar Daycare

"The weather looks nice :D"

The weather:

Of course you two have painted nails and gender 💅✨ /pos /aff

To one of my beloved friends, M.R.S.❣️

Now that I'm finally free from this semester, although I still have to take care of paperwork for the next semester (oh gods), I'll get to have time for the things I want to do—one of which is drawing, aHA

Many hopes and loves for my Belle-loved friend on this fine day =ヮ=

The Black "Moon"

"You're telling a second realm native that their island's black moon was beautiful last night."

"They tell you that there are no moons in the abyss."

Top ten designs you wouldn't see me draw the exact same way again (and that's for the hair alone) /lh /hj