Excuse me, guys, but now I have so many things to do. An urgent need to finish art for the zine, also one commission and blueprints for school. I wanted to relax a bit so I’ve made a few head doodles. Maybe someday I will do a family tree for Starmane.
On the first picture are mother and two Aovin’s elder sisters, of which Renillis is a stepsister. On the second - Sinna’s children. On the third: children of Aovin and Talris, and on the fourth - of Aovin and Jen. Note: Ophelia, Renillis, Shalrian,
and Saren are no longer alive.
Hi, I was wondering about a fic I read a few months ago. It had a part where they had an art contest where either Draco or Hermione made a safe and had riddles and things like that. It was such a good fic but sadly, I forgot the title.
Delilah’s Black Book of Poems by Dark Whisper - M, 40 chapters - A sad dream and an ancient love story keep them connected during the deadliest times of their lives. “Granger, I hold on to every memory of you for dear life.”
I talk to Willie, sometimes, in my mind,” Jamie said. He tilted the snake on his palm. “If you’d lived, Brother, if ye’d been laird as you were meant to be, would ye do what I’ve done? or would ye find a better way?” He glanced down at me, flushing slightly. “Does that sound daft?”
“No.” I touched the snake’s smooth head with a fingertip. The high clear call of a meadowlark came from the far field, thin as crystal in the evening air.
“I do the same,” I said softly, after a moment. “With Uncle Lamb. And my parents. My mother especially. I—I didn’t think of her often, when I was young, just every now and then I’d dream about someone soft and warm, with a lovely singing voice. But when I was sick, after…Faith—sometimes I imagined she was there. With me.” A sudden wave of grief swept over me, remembrance of losses recent and long past.
Jamie touched my face gently, wiping away the tear that had formed at the corner of one eye but not quite fallen.
“I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them,” he said softly.
I know a girl so adorable,
To do any less than adore her
Should surely be a crime.
How adorable is she, you may ask?
Cuter than a sleeping-on-its-back-
More stunning than a jellyfish.
More miraculous than a ladybug.
Radder than a reptile.
More musical than a meadowlark.
She even makes marvelous moodboards;
Draws her friends with a loving hand;
AND pens pretty haiku!
Is there anything she can’t do?
I’m sure not!
She’s Mega, and my words
Can’t begin to do her justice.