#ch: na'ir

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a thin thread

[ALT ID: A digital painting in greyscale of two hands reaching toward each other but not quite touching. A bright pink line cuts diagonally through the canvas and between the fingers.]

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Oriphiel: that could be us but u playing Na'ir: that could be us but u broke the fucking universe because you couldn't bear the thought of being the solitary keeper of my memory, asshole

[ALT ID: A digital drawing of an interior of a library. In the foreground, two young women sit at a table working on homework and listening to music using an earbud splitter. The woman on the left is frowning down at her work while the woman on the right gazes fondly at her, the book under her hand forgotten. In the background, two older figures sit on a bench by the window. The left figure wears a green muscle tee and ripped jeans and clutches a gold ring in one hand while looking intently at the other person. The person on the right wears a dark suit and heels and appears to be focused on their cell phone but is looking surreptitiously back at the other person.]

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don't trust me when I say you don't have to fear the fall

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of two winged figures appearing to dance down a red gradient. The smaller of the two reaches up with a smile toward a star while the taller guides them from behind with a hand on their neck and one on their hip.]

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abby’s internal monologue is just “i wanna goooooo home.” unfortunately, she is home. it is her couch. she can never be free

[ALT ID: A digital drawing of three people sitting on a mustard yellow couch. One has long pale hair tied into a single braid and wears a heather grey shirt that reads ‘Simon & Garfunkle,’ a pair of ripped jeans cuffeed below the knee, and coral sandals with velcro straps. They are looking fondly at the person sitting in their lap, who wears an asymmetrical burgundy suity with black accents patterned with silvery pinstripes. They also wear a heavy golden necklace, cuff, and earrings, and bright green doc martens. They have one arm looped around the blond’s shoulders and are gesturing dismissively with the other. The blonde has a speech bubble reading, “We have loved each other for millennia, since long before the stars had human names.” The person in burgundy’s speech bubble interrupts the first, saying “We are professional rivals.” The two of them take up most the couch. The third person sits slumped on the far arm of the couch with her head in her hands and a phone dangling from her left hand. She wears short denim shrots and an orange t-shirt, and an arrow points to her from below with text reading “The actual protagonist (grudgingly).”]

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angels don’t make house calls

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A law-abiding demon, an impatient angel, a prophet and her girlfriend

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torn between “Ori should be even bigger” and “It’d be nice to be able to see all of them on the same canvas”

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me: creates monster, demon/angel, & warrior OCs

also me: insists on only ever drawing them in domestic settings with sunshine and coffee

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“If you start singing noels, I might actually fight you.”

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I’ve been binge-watching Good Omens and Lucifer, which makes me miss my own baby gayngels

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Shelter here with me

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it’s been way too long since I’ve given these guys’ story any attention

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I was going to practice kisses but instead I doodled more OCs