Lampent enters her miku stage in unlife, much to the fear and consternation of the rest of the staff. ((One day in the future, the twins will turn the Gear Station into a battle faculty and put Chandelure’s cute aggression to good use. Today is not that day.))
Day 19 💖 Wait that’s not Emmet that’s an “Emposter”. 🥁
Anyway I drew @hoofpeet ‘s Spicey lad Spice because I love them and got the biggest crush on this zoroark who speaks like a 1950s speakeasy radio spokesman. I love them.
@hoofpeet ‘s replacement Ingo au has my whole heart. I adore Zingo. She is verry pretty. Plum as well! They are the sweetest little thing.
Just lines under the cut. I am kind of proud of these ones. :D!
Even with the soft crackling flames of his dear friend, Freight it was far too quiet. His shoulders far too light, bare of his warden's robe for the first time since the people who called themselves his family had taken his cloak. Why would they do that? What made them think that he'd just be fine with them taking it?
It was all he had. The one thing that had been consistent since waking upon that snowy ridge all those years ago. It-it was even longer now wasn't it? Hundreds of years. He-he'd never again have any of the kotan children ducking under the tattered cloak playing, seeking warmth, and safety.
No more draping it over Lian's shoulders for the weight to settle the young man, no more flicking the ends of it in Gaeric's face to rile him up. No more Irida tucking into his side under the torn fabric to shield herself from the world when it got too much. No more anything.
They were gone, it was gone gone gone gone. All dead.
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Chandelure tries to help during a particularly bad night. She doesn't understand that Ingo would have been comforted by his torn coat, just that coat means comfort.