#heavenly gradient

[deximexi]

”Contrast”

(Should I make a Demonic Gradient? Lmao) (Edit: made it )

[heavenlygradient]

are yuo gay

[deximexi]

yes, yes they are

I saw you were asking for more gradient ocs and uh..I have this dumb fellow—

they would probably ruffle your hair

is this guy jaundiced

[iloveabortions]

Ann Demeulemeester: Spring/Summer (2012)

[spiritontheinternet]

<3 ~*~*~**~***~**~~** <3 ~*~*~*~*~*~****~~*~*~ <3

<3 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~** <3 ~~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~* <3

[deximexi]

I love how you drew them rrraahghgh‼️‼️❤️

Thank you so much! And it's okay, the wings look great!! ^_^

I think if the two interacted, there would be a 50—50 chance of them getting into a fight, I dunno. Haha. ❤️

Hello! Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'd love to see this goober in your style. And possibly even interacting with Evil Gradient? (if that's ok)

Thanks!

im not sure why i put actual effort into it considering i dont even do that for my own characters LMAOOO

and i waznt actually sure how to make them interact but i did this thing

uuhmmm anyway ur oc (?) is super duper cool and i think theyd either get along really well with EVIL GRADIENT or it would hate their gutz

(also i ahve no idea how to draw wingz i am SO SORRY)

[deximexi]

Heavenly gradient shows up at your front door, what you do?

[heavenlygradient]

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[flesh-cousin]

sends a pleasant gradient to your location 👍

“ Pleasantries from sunset to night are go heavenly colored. ”

[deximexi]

aww they’re so cute in this style ^_^

Thank you so much, I adore this (yes. I will hold onto this FOREVER)

I saw your post on the gradient drawings and I was wondering if you'd like to draw my silly? Possibly just waving? (you don't have to do this if you don't want to! ^_^)

YES!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!! I even gave em a lil halo cuz.. angle.... I feel SO blessed..

[unfinished-dream]

i think i finally got it! angels of the dawn and dusk. names yet unknown. I got possessed by the spirit of the UFO artwork and music of the title screen and vibed my way into something i really like actually

older sister has a morning glory on her head and probably smells like clean linen. really likes coffee. very gentle and merciful. memories of waking up early as a child and the country air being so pure and clean, and the woods being slightly fogged over as I sit on the porch swing in my pajamas, listening to the birds. She has thick fabric covering most of her wings because they emit so much holy light that any onlooker would be blinded and any yokai would be driven away.

The younger sister is associated with nettles and branches (particularly inspired by the appearance of them in the MLP au by missgendered, how they're silhouetted and creepy). she probably smells like the embers of a campfire. memories of watching the gradient of the sun set with the silhouette overlay of the bare trees at the cusp of winter. It's chilly, but the warmth family makes it worthwhile. She has a thin veil of fabric over the shining part of her wings because they don't shine with that much holy light, but what's there could still harm an onlooker.

they both live in a large mansion estate in the clouds to mirror the other two sisters. The Shining Silence Manor is always pristine and just being there makes you feel refreshed and warm inside. The air inside the estate is a bit cold and humid because of being so high up in the clouds, but being there for an extended time is said to clear toxins from your system and your mind, making it incredibly sought after for meditation and those seeking a therapeutic refresh. Since hermits have access to their own spacial gap and follow strict rules, the sisters' help is largely unneeded, but respected. The interior of the estate reflects the time of day well, and the energy inside changes accordingly.

It is surrounded in a haze that is choking and poisonous to dark youkai and those with bad intentions. It requires a great deal of magic to reach for humans and ghosts. it might remind one of the difficulty of passing through makai, just with a light and pure energy instead of a dark, oppressive one. It's easy to reach for hermits, celestials, and kami, depending on their domain. Shinigami are allowed through by default. Fairies often do not have enough magical energy to come through on their own, and the sisters consider many of them to be "outside noise." The haze surrounding the mansion hides and protects it.

The mansion's main attendant besides the sisters creates a kind of drink mix imbued with heavenly energy to leave its consumer feeling clean and good, the "shining silence brew." It tastes something between coffee and tea. (She may or may not have a massive crush on sakuya.)

[satoruzlove]

I absolutely loved your off-season Sakusa fic! I was hoping if you could do something where he accidentally stumbles across something he thinks you'd like but he's on strict orders to not get anything more but he ends up getting it.

It's totally fine if you don't want to! Have a lovely day! (Stay hydrated and eat real, healthy food <33)

ooooo anon this is so cute !! and thank you for being so sweet , you take good care of yourself okay? kisses <3 [ this is my first req and i smiled so bad when i saw it bwhdjsjwkfjje ANYWAYSSS]

SAVING GRACE

[ K. SAKUSA. ]

your raven haired boyfriend’s eyes were heavy with boredom as he leaned against his trolly. you had given him a list of things to get , and only one instruction. do not splurge. kiyoomi thought he could, no, knew he could adhere to that. he wasn’t a child. so here he was in the toiletry aisle, eyes flitting across the tall and neatly packed shelves looking for the shampoo that was on your list. he let out a little ‘ah’ in satisfaction when he found it.

his legs felt heavy against the semi-sticky floors of the shop, shoes dragging against them when he made his way to get the last item-some deodorant.he needed some too, and seeing as he loved smelling good he knew where it was all too well. kiyoomi made a beeline for the section but stopped when a sweet, floral aroma hit his nose.

his eyebrows raised for the first time since he had entered the shop. head whipping around, he spotted a booth and immediately trotted towards it. a lady sat behind it, and as she spotted your boyfriend she smiled. “hello , sir! would you like to-“,” what is that?” kiyoomi doesn’t allow her to finish. he must know the name of this heavenly aroma. she was taken aback slightly , but answered kindly nonetheless. “ it’s our new fragrance, it’s called grâce salvatrice,” the word rolled off her tongue beautifully, kiyoomi thought. he pondered momentarily- his lips pursed beneath his black mask. “ what does that.. mean?” he enquired softly. the lady smiled at him once more, “saving grace, sir.”

kiyoomi would’ve never liked that scent before he met you. it was sweet, too welcoming and far too warm for his liking but it reminded him of you. the warmth and sickening feeling of security he first felt when he inhaled your scent. it buzzed in his ears and sent blood to his head. this scent reminded him of you for two reasons , first being that it was sweet, second was it’s name.

saving grace , the words echoed in his head as he checked out, holding not one but two bottles of the liquid in his hands. he thought about your strict instructions, ‘ only the list, ‘kay?’ you had said. he was in for a lecture. it didn’t matter though. the man knew that you were soft and if he so much as pouted at you just right, that you’d forget yourself. that always happens . he knows this because you do the same damn thing to him every time.

saving grace , he mumbles, his thick finger tips brushing the engraved words across the form of the glass bottle. it was round, a spout that look similar to a caterpillar and had a green gradient rising from the bottom.

saving grace, he thinks as he drives. why did this remind him of you so feverishly ? it took him a moment until he realised. all of a sudden he was back in college.

kiyoomi was standoffish and cold to the naked eye. the uneducated and untrained eye. not yours, though. it took a few months but once you had melted the tough, stainless steel exterior known as sakusa kiyoomi he knew he was done for. it started with the sparkle of your eyes as you looked at him or the warmth in his chest when you spoke - the little things that he so desperately tried to push away. it suffocated him at first. it snuck into his mouth and clogged his airways, infesting his lungs, his heart and when he thought he couldn’t take it; it hit him.

just breathe.

and when he did; all he smelt was you. your kindness, your understanding of his small social battery and the undying love you held for him. it consumed him, and he embraced it. you saved kiyoomi from a life of solitude that he thought he needed. that he yearned for until you. that’s why this simple, measly scent reminded him of you.

saving grace , he thinks as he comes in and unpacks with you. at first you sigh happily when you see no out of the ordinary items. you believe that he’s actually done what he’s told for once.

saving grace , he thinks when you groan at him as he explains that you shouldn’t be so happy yet. when he pulls out the box holding the bottles. you sigh a , ‘ and here i thought you were learning, ‘ but you still look curious.

you open the box, french words tumbling from your beautiful lips and the aroma invading his senses as you spritz some onto your wrist. the smile you sport with shut eyes is enough to make him fall for you all over again, and the ‘ omi, this smells amazing. thank you!’ prompts him to do so.you hug him.

saving grace , the only words on his mind as you hug his waist in gratitude. kiyoomi inhales and smells it all over again. you. the peace he’s always needed.

[violetlunette]

This image is based on the reunion of Fievel and his father in an American Tail. (If you haven’t heard of it, go watch it and enjoy 80s G, f*ckers sweet darlings. Anyway, the gist is that father and son were separated, and after several just turn your head to left dammit moments, they’re reunited. This made me think of a scenario where Lilia takes Silver on a trip with him to see a doctor. However, while they’re on the boat, it’s attacked by a sea beast, and somehow Silver is washed overboard. Silver makes it to shore and spends a long time searching for his father. Lilia believes Silver is dead, so hunts the wizard who sent the beast for revenge. After several trials and just turn to left moments, Lilia and Silver are reunited.

Anyway, I tried to capture the heavenly gold, but don’t think I succeeded. Oh, well. Still looks nice. Fun fact, Lilia’s colors are based on Flora’s from Sleeping Beauty, and Silver’s outfit is based on Aurora’s. Lilia’s hair dye was supposed to be red, but I liked the gradient better. Anyway, I hope you all like this!

[onlyplatonicirl]

Present Time

     “Grady you wanna go check out the food?” Casey held out the glitching skeleton at arm’s length, slowly and carefully lowering him to the ground while making sure not to ruin his cloak hoodie combo he had going on.

     Gradient wrung his hands together, “Uh, yeah. Sure- uh I mean, sure. Yeah.” The skeleton’s uneven pupils slowly floated up to where Casey was staring, quite perplexedly.

     “What. You ok, mate?”

     “Yeah, uh. I’m fine. We can go look at it if you want…”

     “What’s wrong with you? Bruv I’m not that dumb, obviously something’s wrong. What the hell is it?” Casey lowered to his knees so that he was level with Gradient. This whole time Gradient has been acting, weird, to say the least. Even before the wedding, Gradient was acting strangely aloof and distant, topped off with what seemed to be a constant layer of glitches shrouding his body. He was nervous, obviously, Casey could tell.

     Casey ran a hand through his hair and picked at the bandaid on his chest. Casey himself was always awkward with sentimental conversations like this, so it was a bit of a struggle to even get the next few words out. “Did… something happen... with something. I can fix it if it's something silly like the aisle song or somthin-?” He bit the inside of his cheek, watching as Gradient continued to fumble with his hands.

     The small skeleton fiance stopped fumbling with his hands, his eyes glancing up at Casey before darting right back down to the floor. “No! Nuh… no. Nothing’s wrong.” A wave of glitched matter cascaded through Gradient’s body, a deep sigh exhaling from his chest. He quickly placed a hand on Casey’s shoulder, his voice all shaky and upbeat like a runaway train. “Can we please just uh do something else, hahaha, we can go check on the food now yeah let’s go!”

     Gradient already began to rapidly walk down the hallway, so Casey had no other choice than to catch up to him. “O-ok?” Casey brushed both hands through his mop of a head of hair, shook his head, and chased after the small skeleton. This wasn’t going to be unsolved… Once they checked on the food, he would surely confront Gradient’s behavior. Surely. Casey firmly decided on that, shoving it all into the back of his head in the meantime.

…………………………

     “Christ that smells good…” 

     Casey and Gradient pushed open the massive embroidered doors leading into the reception hall. It was a food addict’s dream. The moment the two poured into the hall, a sweet, light, and airy smell indicated the presence of an array of sweets. This heavenly aroma was tinged with notes of savory beauty, providing salvation to Casey’s nose hairs. The smell alone was enough to increase Casey’s brain function exponentially, so when he looked at the actual display of clothed tables, he nearly fell into a coma. It was beautiful… so beautiful. Each and every table was brimming with platters of foods, basking under the golden light of hanging chandeliers and stained glass windows. Guests walked to and fro, in and out, winding between the tables, mingling in groups. The din of conversation mingled with the tantalizing gusts of food, nearly illuminating the atoms of the hall itself.

     As for Gradient, however, he looked nervous as ever. Casey noticed Gradient gravitated towards his body more, his eyes darting about as if he was searching for something.

     “Oh god… bruv.” Casey dragged Gradient toward one of the tables, his nose picking up something particularly alluring. The two hovered above a display of chicken nuggets sloppily thrown into paper bowls. A few paper cups, containing a variety of condiments, accompanied the nuggets, all littering the ironically elegant white table sheet. “Are those… nuggies?”

     “Yep…” Gradient’s cheeks flushed a brilliant green.

      Casey tentatively picked one of the nuggets up, examining its characteristically dinosaur shape. Without thinking, he popped it into his mouth, crunching loudly.

     “Eh, pretty good, mate are those hot pockets too-? Grady?”

     Casey peered down, only to find Gradient with his hand over his mouth, his hand extended towards one of the tables near the center of the room. “Casey…” Gradient’s voice was strangely low, carrying notes of elevated pitches. “Casey… the cake… it was supposed to be… not like that…”

     “Huh?” Casey popped another nugget into his mouth before floating over to the table in question. “Wow. Who’s Logan?”

     “I don’t know…” Gradient ominously whispered, hovering over the cake. He pushed his glasses further up onto his nose socket. The cake, the one layered cake, was frosted with white icing, the edges accented with orange swirls. Confetti sprinkles dotted the cake’s face, framing the curly cue styled words, "Happy Birthday Logan!"

     “Is this what you told Ink to get?!” Casey turned to Gradient, his eyes and mouth quivering into half amusement, half disbelief.

     “No! Christ… he’s so stupid! I told him specifically to get the cake I showed him over and over again! I showed him the picture five times, Casey!”

   �� “Uh. So… who has our cake?”

     “A very lucky someone named Logan, Casey. Most likely.” Gradient groaned and pulled his hood over his face.

     “Well, I’m sure he meant well, I uh-”

     A loud raucous interrupted Casey’s line of speech, drawing both his and Gradient’s attention towards the giant doors.

     “GET OUT OF MY LIFE, INK!!”

     “Shit…” Casey’s fight or flight instincts flared as a furious and short and yellow figure pushed through the doors and ran down the main aisle with his hands covering his face.

     The figure, Dream, violently whimpered and fell into the arms of a taller skeleton who wore a white cap and long white jacket, patting Dream’s shoulder as if he’d practiced the motion over and over. Another skeleton, adorned in a long hooded white cloak, awkwardly smiled and patted the capped skeleton’s back. Dream let out a long wail, the shrill sound violently bouncing off the walls and earning a few confused glances.

     “Oh crap…” Casey bit his lip and let out a heavy breath. Gradient just stood there with his sockets lidded, looking sadder than ever. A spritz of glitches sparked off his body, his eyes finally closing.

     The new voice, belonging to the capped one, broke Dream’s sobs, turning them into small chokes. “Shh, hey, it’s ok. It’s ok Dad, calm down… I know- oh- ok, I know… it’s a lot.”

     At a gentle wave of the capped skeleton’s hand, the cloaked one quickly slipped out of the building’s main exit and instantly came back with a startled skeleton, clothed in black and white. The two-toned skeleton exchanged an understanding glance with the other two and quickly pried Dream away, whisking him over to an unoccupied table.

     Casey open-mouthed watched the whole ordeal, shrugged, then began stuffing his face with Cosmic brownies from the table to his left. “Eh, skeletons are weird, well, except for you, Grady. Is that stuff normal?” Casey tried to stifle the primal fear that Dream evoked within him, focusing on the way the multi-colored sprinkles crunched between his teeth.

     Gradient did not respond, but instead dragged his sleeve across his face and kept a solemn gaze toward the floor.

     Noticing Gradient’s behavior, Casey wrapped an arm around him, feeling the electric glitches popping off his bones. He side eyed the table with Dream and the black and white skeleton, trying to decipher the strange yellow creature. He took another bite of the brownie, subconsciously chewing as he studied Dream’s hunched figure, how his companion soothingly rubbed his back.

     Casey reached his hand into a bowl of sour patch kids, stuffing them into his mouth. To think of it, he was feeling a bit energized from all that sugar… a bit high, actually. He felt like he was doused in heaven, finally having the ability to satisfy his unyielding urge to consume everything that had sugar on its label. Gradient wouldn’t let him touch more than one cookie a day, which was criminally unfair. 

     He slurped the sour goop gushing from the gummies.  “Uhh, hehe, Grady, hey what do you think of all this stuff?”

     “Oh… shit.” Casey looked up, only to find the gaze of Dream blazing into his soul from across the room. This time, his eyelights weren’t those innocent balls of sunshine yellow. This time… they were piercing neon street light yellow balls of sheer fury. His other features were masked by distance, but Casey could almost feel the heat of those eyelights radiating into his skin… Shit. He dug another handful of sour patch kids out of the bowl and frantically stuffed them into his pocket, a few of them spilling out. He instinctively looked back up, Dream’s sockets now half lidded, piercing death rays. 

     “Shit… Grady we got to go.” In response, Gradient just nodded a few times, his gaze still glued to the floor.

     “Yeah.”

     Casey wrapped an arm around Gradient’s waist and led him out of the hall, leaving the wide swinging doors and the cacophony of senses behind.

     Casey turned to Gradient and they held each other's gazes for a good long while. 

     And it looked like Gradient was on the verge of either words or tears.

1.) I do not know wedding terminology... it is truly evident.

2.) I made Grady a soggy pathetic cat... oops.

3.) i just like how this is getting farther and farther from the source material... even as the source material is farther from the original source material itself. i like that. (i think im just rambling)

EAT MOR GRASY i swear i just wrote this in an hour or somthin... heheh

MORE GRASEY WEDDING!!!!! Sorry I had this sitting in my inbox for like two days I was busy these couple days I wanted to sit down and properly read it.

DREAMMMM WHY ARE YOU RUINING EVERYTHING i know he's far away from the source material and out of character but that makes it all funnier tbh he's such a bitchy drama queen i hope he dies

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

A Classic Courtship

Clean relatively, same era relations, heaven, courtship and disability

The heavenly sun shine danced over the cloud field. A beautiful peaceful sight for the Victorian woman. She was half blind, her eye having gotten destroyed when she died in the 1880's. She was to be married then but her groom up and stabbed her.

She never thought she'd find a love and often avoided people due to her eye being empty.

It was when she heard about a genius inventor who came from hell that she felt for once a longing. To be friends? Maybe. She just had to meet him.

Sir Pentious was set up in a old building with adverts stating he could do commissions for his craft. He couldnt do weapons but he offered disability aids.

His first project was for this sweet Victorian lady, her name was Eloise and she looked like a white Persian cat with folded ears.

She had little faith in the project but really wanted to speak to him, his voice was flipping her heart like a pancake. Soft words of affection and genuine kindness was surprising, he was from Hell after all.

"Ssso I'm gonna need to measssure your eye cavity and make ssure your not allergic to anything. Its gonna be great I promissse dear Eloise, you'll be even more beautiful that before I promissse."

Without prompting he took her head in his hands and leaned in to examine her eye making her shiver and laugh,

"Oh goodness! Ah, I wasnt expecting you to just grab me! Fresh... your interesting..."

Pentious quickly apologized and felt guilty for so thoughtlessly touching her in such a way. Not really noticing he was arousing the Lady's interest in him further. It wasnt until she giggled again and blushed with a inviting look that said, 'you should ask me out'. She was a traditional lady she wouldn't ever think to ask for his hand in courtship, that's mens work.

Somewhere in Sir Pentious stirred the romance he was taught in life, he was sure Cherri Bomb wasnt going to come, let alone be in love with him. He decided to take the chance and asked to take her to eat sometime soon to which she shyly obliged setting a date in two days at night fall.

Two days pass

During the two days Pentious had put together a working product that fit his new lady's socket. He just needed to finish the final step of getting the eye color right.

Eloise let him cup her cheek to angle her head in a way as to see the color gradient in her eye as he painted every last detail like a mirror to her current eye. He was artful as could be, a visionary. He was so lost in his muse's face he failed to see the blush burning her cheeks when he leaned in like before. It was just so scandalous, being manhandled like this. It was even more intimate when Pentious finally got her ready to have it inserted after the eye was dried and her head numbed.

She could feel the pressure yes but the relief she felt when the connections were applied to the right nerves and she could see, it was everything.

Pentious helped her blink and finally gave her a mirror after the numbness left. She was beautiful, beautiful and whole again.

"Why.... I... Pentious how.... it looks so..."

Her eyes dilated together seamlessly making her weep with joy. Her precious pawed hand covered her mouth to muffle her sobs of joy.

"I could kiss you Pentious. But that would be greatly unfit of a lady such as I...."

She kissed her paw and gently blotted her soft pink pad on his cheek leaving her lip gloss on his cheek. This gesture made him melt, it was so romantic yet reserved. The giggling they did out of genuine shyness would be mildly annoying to anyone else.

The date came around time and they two lovers ate in a secluded area and chattered about lives and death and of course dead life. After trading addresses and walking Eloise home the two could finally be assured they were eager to meet again.

Eloise began writing eagerly about the day, before deciding to trim some fur to put in a locket to some day give to her lover. Not yet though, they had to take it slowly.

Sir Pentious meanwhile fawned over the kiss still on his cheek, ever so gently shedding that spot and framing it. He simply had to cherish finally getting a lover.

The two slept and dreamt of beautiful things that mainly focused of their day. It was rather eventful was it not.

Cool

[wellwhatisnttaken]

Through Miles Of Clouded Hell

Part 1

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For as long as Lucien could remember, the world had been dead. A gradient of brown and gray rot. The woods near the palace were a collection of dead trees, bark soggy and soft. The sun rarely shone on his Kingdom, watery overcast being the best they could hope for, with raging, destructive thunderstorms being the worst.

As a youngling, his mother had told him tales of why nothing ever grew, why the land was cursed to rot and decay. The way his mother told it, There was a female. The most beautiful female that had ever lived. She and her sisters were descended from the gods of old, with bronze hair that swept the ground when she walked. She lived with her sisters in a cottage on the edge of the heavenly city. The sisters were the fairest of all the fae, each known for their own special talent. The oldest wielded silver fire. It was her who kept the fires burning during wartime, her who kept the lanterns lit and the people warm. The youngest, she spoke in riddles and curses. She broke curses on those who brought her starlight, and with her Wick tongue, condemned those who did evil.

But the middle sister. She was the most powerful. She was connected to the very ground itself. Flowers bloomed in her footprints, crops thrived under her gaze, and trees shot sky ward under her touch. She was the very essence of life itself. She could breathe back life into the sick, and could just as easily snatch it away. Her name was Elain Lifebringer. It was her who tended to the mother tree at the heart of the heavenly city. Everyday she would visit and commune with the sacred mother spirit and tend to her tree. The mother tree was the source from which all life originated. Its trunk was wider than entire forests, and its hight reached far past even the most outer reaching of Heaven.

Elain Lifebringer was content to live with her sisters and tend to the lands and gardens and the mother tree. But the kings son wanted her for himself.

He had tried talking to her, courting her, even following her around. He became obsessed with her. One day he brought her a deer that had be nibbling on her flowers in the garden outside her cottage. He had slit its throat in front her as an offering, proving to her that he could vanquish her enemies. As the blood of the doe spilled across the lush grass in front of her home, she saw him for the cruel male he was, and horrified by his actions, she spurned him. She banished him from her home and cursed his name. But he did not give up so easily. The kings son was spoiled and haughty, used to getting what he wanted. And even if he could not have her now, she would eventually be his.

So, he devised a plan to rid her of the distractions clouding her judgment, ensuring that she works finally realize that they were meant to be.

Later that moon cycle, In the dead of night, the kings son stole away Elain’s sisters, and brought them to the mother tree. It was there that he strung them up. When Elain woke, she scrambled into the city, frantically searching for her sisters, only to find their blood soaking the rots of her beloved mother tree. They say her wails can still be heard on the wind if one listens hard enough, and that the ocean’s poured from her eyes, her tears creating the rushing rivers. The kings son stood over her kneeling form, a proud look on his face, for they could finally be together. But as she looked up, she felt death unfurl in her chest.

By now the people of the city had gathered in small crowds to witness what had happened, and Elain stayed her hand. Waiting for someone to speak out against this monster. But no one did. Faces that her and her sisters had grown up with, cared for, sheltered, and loved, stayed silent in the face of the murderer prince. So Elain picked herself up and went to the tree. Blood soaking the soles of her bare feet and the ends of her bronzed hair, and as the mother tree enveloped her, she roared a curse upon the land

No life shall grow

Nor rivers flow

No trees of green

Nor harvests seen

Your heart is black

I take it back

All the life poured from my hands

I curse death forever on these lands

It is said that the rot took hold of the land shortly after the tree petrified her. Black tears rolled down her now wooden face, and dripped onto the soil, spreading death as they soaked into the roots.

His mother had told him, that Elain LifeBringer could be awoken, if one true of heart, kind of spirit and brave of soul planted an offering of sacrificial love into her open mouth.

Lucien didnt know of any of this was true. Perhaps his mother had just been making up stories to distract him from his father’s cruelty. But his father was gone, and he was the king now. And unlike his father, he could not watch his people starve and die in silence. He wished there was another way, but he could never forgive himself if he didn’t try.

He would go to Elain Life Bringer, and he would bring her back. For his mother, for his people.

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Let me know if there’s interest in more of this story! Im really feeling it tbh.

Tagging some friends so i dont get lost on the dash also shameless self promotion

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