Cropped Some Doodled Babies Out From The Canvas

"Praise the Light."

Real or not…

You are a part of me that I will mist.

A student and their master decide to go out for a meal outside their settlements. Nothing wrong with a nice change of scenery and food, but it appears that whatever happened to their master seemed to follow him even to a time of restful enjoyment.

"Are you alright?"

Watcher perked up slightly at the concerned chirp of his student, who saw him stare into the bowl of soup for a little too long.

"I know you said you don't mind eating something spicy, but if you want, we can-"

"It's fine."

They had agreed beforehand that they would take one side of the meal, having wanting to try tasting something different from their usual diet, but Watcher wasn't expecting for the dish to be a... twin set.

"I'm just tired." His forehead creases behind the bird mask, as longing and nostalgia throbs in his chest the longer he looks at the pair of bright red cape flutters in the wind and pale yellow shines closely behind the smile of a moth soup. "That's all."

"Are you sure?" Still, H.K., his student, is relentless, and that wistful feeling grows upon looking up to see a skid smile at him whose face looks exactly like his, with beautiful feathers in her flower-shaped hair, seated on the opposite side of the table.

"Watcher?" But the reality is that his twin is not here, and the skid sitting before him doesn't have feathers in their hair nor is it styled to resemble a flower.

Instead it's just that kid from the music shop, whom he had taken under his wing, with a bob cut that proudly wears the Hall's blue hairclip, as their face slowly becomes worried by the second-

Watcher acted swiftly.

"I really am fine, H.K." He scoffed, ignoring the glowing squint thrown his way as he picked up a smaller bowl to serve himself the spicy shrimp soup. "Watch me; it can't be as bad as having your arm shattered off by krill."

Without even waiting for his student's reaction, Watcher proceeded to tilt his mask up in order to drink the red soup in one-go from his bowl-

Only to almost spit it back out as he begins to cough; his mask immediately falling back down to cover his whole face.

His student hastily gave him a cup of water, before ordering for a jug of manta milk at the realization that he's going to need something more effective with how his throat still feels like it just drank condensed black water.

Spicy shrimp soup and vegetable soup

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Now she sits there, on plush cushions beside a newfound friend, with whom she engages in warm and lighthearted banter.

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Naptimes in the Superstar Daycare

They’re pals your honor.

I can’t believe Sunny came out so good, this is the first time I’ve drawn him! References are your friend, people. I briefly considered drawing Moony instead of Sunny but I decided the stripes on Sunny’s pants would be WAY easier than the stars on Moony’s - plus he’s definitely more chill than Sunny, what would Marionette be laughing at? It’d just be like, asleep in Moony’s lap or something. Which is super cute actually.

[Image description: A traditional drawing of the Marionette from Five Night’s at Freddy’s 2 and Sun from Five Night’s at Freddy’s: Security Breach. The Marionette sits on the left, crosslegged, with one arm loosely draped over its leg. The other hand is raised near its face, and it appears to be laughing. To its right, Sun sits with one leg folded in front of him and the other out straight to his side. He has both arms in the air, presumably in the middle of an excited gesture. Image description end.]

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

Stabbed into the snow-covered earth was a sword- half of which has long been broken off, as its beautifully cold wielder shakingly relied on the jagged blade to keep themself upright, only to sit back on their calves in exhaustion.

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Montgomery Gator, the Glamrocks' Bassist

Pal's just as difficult as he is to draw line-wise; hate him and love him /p /lh