#Pearls Of Eternity

[thepersonalwords]

Many writers write because they’ve been there, seen that, did it and burnt their fingers

Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

[thepersonalquotes]

If I had time, money and knowledge I could write about everything; but no problem, Google is already doing it

Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

[z0mbiew00d]

When Cleo wins the next life series the winners group is just going to be the most divorced group you’ve ever looked at

[iotsketches]

you can never make me hate them

[ideavian]

An inheritance I wear around my neck

[luinaza-ptss]

Yall really liked the Comics os heres more :D

¡TW: implied SH!

Will make more for u guys soon! Hope u enjoy theses ones :]

[no-7-hanako]

I’ve found some old art of mine. God how my art has changed since this era of my art journey

I’m not a huge fan of some of these, in my opinion, really only the Stollen and Black Pearl drawings are good but they could still be way better.

[kindlykolorful]

cellbit animatic - pearl

[hazlite]

porl :)

[indigo-inks]

as much as i love the springfest fits for these two, i wanted to sketch them a cute spring getup with a floral theme for OTH :)

[thepersonalwords]

Its ok to be different, the climate is not the same in every mind

Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

[honeyglazedcalamari]

Cynthia's first meeting with Volo

(he was doomed to eternal customer service) (and life)

full page below

[mewniemoon]

Suns doesnt understand the urgency of the situation smh. Ive been loving the war and seeing art from both sides its so fun!

For those who cant read my hand writing:

Pebbles: Suns!! We need to kiss Right Now!!

Suns: W-What?

Pebbles: Its for the WAR Suns!

Suns: What in the voids holy grace are you talking about??

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

trick or treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hiiiii friend. you like traffic life right? i hope you do and that im not misremembering that. here's a rewrite of the first and only chapter of a queerplatonic Galaxy Duo AU that i abandoned and want to go back to

Freezing to death hurts a lot less this time, Pearl thought. Maybe because I've gotten so close before.

She wasn't sure if she'd been there for ten minutes or ten days. The stench of smoke and gunpowder still clung to the inside of her nose, but she didn't know if she was imagining it in her grief. Was this grief? She didn't know.

He's gone.

She was still too shell-shocked to process more than a little bit of the world at a time. The scattered sensations filled in her world slowly, an almost pointillist picture of her surroundings. She was on her hands and knees. Her knees were wet and cold. So were her hands. She could feel them scuffed in dirt as well. The snow. She was in the snow. She was freezing cold; her hoodie was thin and torn in places.

When Scott had shut her out, she'd found comfort in tormenting him. She'd replaced the warmth of his embrace with the chill of the ice, the electricity of his touch with the tingling of frostbite setting in. It had become her protection against a world that did not care. But now, her security blanket did nothing to shield her. It was killing her.

She needed a hug. She hadn't had a hug in a long time, not since before the soulmates, when she... where was she before? She must have been there with Scott, because she could faintly remember what he was like before he started being so cold to her. But the details were gone. The only thing that had shown her affection in recent memory was the wolves.

The wolves.

Were they still alive? She didn't hear them over the sound of Scott's last words or her own scream filling her ears like thick tar. Were they far enough away from the blast? She wanted to look for them, but she didn't want to open her eyes. Seeing his body once was enough; the explosion hadn't made what was left of him pretty.

She felt empty. She had thought she'd known what loneliness was like, but clearly she was wrong, because now she could feel a physical gap in her soul, an aching wound where there used to be him. The drip-feed of his pain, his sorrow, his love, all of it was gone. She'd told herself she wanted to be rid of him, but actually losing the connection felt like losing a sense.

I should be dead, she thought dimly. She'd seen soulmates die before; it happened instantly. She remembered how Etho's body had contorted in the air, his bones shattering against nothing as Joel slammed into the earth. She remembered how Martyn's cries for help had cut off the instant Cleo's neck snapped against the tree, axe still buried in their back. When Scott had exploded, she should have done the same.

Maybe she had. Maybe the agony she was feeling now was all one eternal moment, the instant between when he died and when she would. More torture inflicted on her by an actively malicious universe.

"Pearl?" someone said quietly.

It was Scott's voice. She laughed, high and thin and hollow. "Oh. I am dead."

"Death doesn't matter for us anymore," he said. "Not quite like it used to."

"Either I'm dead or I'm losing my mind," she said. "Because you're dead."

"I am," he said. "So are you. But we're still here."

She heard the crunching of boots against snow as he walked over and sat down next to her. "So what comes next for you?" he asked, with a gentleness she'd never heard directed towards her before.

"I sit here and I freeze," she said. "I think it's what I deserve."

"I don't agree," he said. "Why do you think that?"

"Because they're dead," she said. "You and Cleo and Martyn and Ren and Grian and Scar and Etho and Impulse and BDubs and anyone who was nice to me for even a second. They're all dead, mostly because of me." Her tears felt hot against her face, though she was sure they froze when they hit the icy ground. "Ren was right. There's something wicked within me. "

"Maybe," he said. "But I don't think that makes the rest not worth saving."

They were both quiet.

"Can I hug you?" he said. "I missed you."

[valentinescowboy]

maybe someone will experience all of it. mess, clutter, masquerade, permanence. and they'll still want to care.

"frog" sabine feliciano, "paper bag" fiona apple, "after the ball" carl christian thomson, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind dir. michael gondry, unknown piece by ana teresa barboza, "holy terrain" fka twigs, "my bed" tracey emin, pearl dir. ti west

[ideavian]

Good day! Some random oc questions, is there any type of art that Eternal Enigma dislikes? Either that, or what's Eternal Enigma's favorite type of art? Slightly even more random, but what type of music would be his favorite? He seems the type that would like Moon Waltz. The whole "Experimental metal being taken over by a classical waltz" could be symbolism of the pearl infection. Or maybe I'm thinking too deep, ¯\_(���)_/¯

Basically he isn't actually able to have artistic preferences by himself! Since he doesn't have his own subjective view of beauty, he relies on others valuing an artwork to find it valuable. Which is to say that it's basically impossible for him to dislike a work unless its creator also hated it? That being said, he does have have a favourite type of art in Chimes' work, because they're the only one able to create art that directly produces an emotional response in him without needing to rely on the perception of others.