#penumbra osfe

[r3g-p14y3r]

Well! I suppose this is gonna be my first post of the blorbos-

Have these little heads I drew in the corner of the DFPU magma. X]

[r3g-p14y3r]

HeheheHEHEHEHEHEHE seven-hundred and twenty-six words worth of angst.

CW: death

Still Here.

…

Why are human lives so short?

Pen brushes their digits over the damp soil that lays in front of their seated form.

Here. Here is where you lie. The headstone may have been corroded to the point of illegibility with the passage of time, but they still remember where you were buried.

“Hey comet,” Pen softly addresses the worn stone. “Hope you’re doing well here. I…I know it’s been a while since I last visited, I’m sorry. Even after so many decades, it’s hard to bring myself here and remind myself that you’re gone. Me and my brothers still miss you.”

Gone. Is that what you are? Away from this world, away from where they and their siblings can reach you? Where they can hold you once more in their arms when their spark finally dies out? When that happens, can they?

Could they?

It still hurts so much, your passing. It really doesn’t feel all that long ago when you stargazed with them and took care of the children, despite the number of human generations that’ve gone by.

Around the gravesite, flowers of many colours bloom and brighten the atmosphere, at least by a little. Just like you, these plants don’t last long. It’s a reminder of sorts, he supposes, and also a source of comfort. The petals are as bright as you were in his life and his brothers; it makes the place feel like it still has you around.

“Lunar, while still refusing to visit you, is doing better. He’s started patrolling again…though he says they’re much more lonely now without you to accompany him. Helio continues to watch the stars and imagine you’re there among them. I do so too.” Penumbra pauses for a while and takes that brief silence to rove his optics over the garden that lays before him. He did consider planting a willow tree, what with the longer lifespan, symbolism and all, but chose flowers instead. They seemed more in line with what he had in mind: respect for you and your humanity.

“It’s a nice thought,” he adds gingerly.

It’s nowhere near dark enough to spot those shining lights, but he turns his helm towards the sky anyways. They can still recall what it felt like with you in their palm, so small, so fragile as they listened to you talk of the little starlings with pride and joy in your voice. And when you’d lean against their thumb as you slowly drifted into dreamland under that speckled sky, that’s when their spark would warm the most. Moments like that remind him of how much you trust h— trusted him.

Said starlings have long since passed as well. He watched them grow, learn, struggle, thrive—

—and die.

“Perhaps when my spark extinguishes, I can join you among those stars. It’d be lovely to see them up close with you. Helio and Lunar would love to as well, I believe. We could all explore your Milky Way together, along with our little ones.”

Pen falls silent. He’s heard of the belief of souls in human culture. Of reincarnation, of sticking around the living plane and watching over loved ones.

Maybe you are watching over them right now? The notion causes a fire to burn in the back of his eyes. “Oh, comet…” their voice breaks at last.

It feels like his spark chamber is being teared open from the inside out. It hurts. He can’t bear to look at that veil above Earth anymore and buries his face into his hands. They try not to cry, they really do, but his efforts aren’t enough.

They sob out your name in a way that calls for one more hug, one more kiss, one more night of spending time under the stars with you. Just one more time.

They’re still here, and you are not. You aren’t here to wipe away their tears and comfort them. You aren’t here to hold their pinky with those tiny hands in a heartwarming display and assure them that you’re alright and at peace.

You aren’t here, nor are the children.

Penumbra curls in on himself further and continues to cry out your name in heartbroken pleas that’ve long grown quiet with strain. They don’t know what to do other than let out all the pain in this vibrant, lonely garden.

They hope you aren’t suffering, watching them bawl like this over your grave in agony.

They hope you aren’t crying too.

[r3g-p14y3r]

Ahem. Have Penumbra too now since I’m done their ref! I still need to calculate heights n all, that, but Imma take a break first.

[r3g-p14y3r]

I love Transformers and Fnaf so I had to draw them. I love your designs

GASP OH MY GOODNESS—- @capring LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK IT’S OUR LIL GUYS!!! IT’S THR BLORBOS!! WE GOT MORE FANART LOOKIE!!!

SO SO HAPPY THAT’CHA LIKE MY DESIGNS PAL— Also, it’s been lovely seeing you in my notes! Will be rendering Penumbra as soon as I possibly can! Oh, and I’ll list the weapon ideas for you that my friends helped me with. Simple thing, but I thought ya might like to know more!

[Pen: Shoulder blaster, greatsword]

[Helio: Flail mace]

[Lun: Urumi (whip blade)]

For Pen it was capring! And for Helio n Lun, I have @gyxtar0luvs to thank. Feels wrong not to credit and OKAY THIS IS GETTING LONG AGAIN GOTTA CUT IT OFF-

[amarynthian-chronicles]

THE BOISSSSSS

I didn't give enough room for his legs lol

@capring GREY GREY GREY GREY GREY GRYE GREY GREY GRYE GRYE GYRE GGR E—

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH PAL I AM KEEPING THIS AAAAAAA GREY LOOK MORE ART MORE ART MORE ART MORE ART MORE ART MORE ART- PEN!! LUN!! HELIO!! STARING AND PROCEEDING TO PIN TO THE WALLS OF MY MIND

[amarynthian-chronicles]

THE BOISSS

Well! I suppose this is gonna be my first post of the blorbos-

Have these little heads I drew in the corner of the DFPU magma. X]

[amarynthian-chronicles]

VIIIII how dare you leave me in shamblesssss (I LOVE THIS but also am crying and squeaking)

HeheheHEHEHEHEHEHE seven-hundred and twenty-six words worth of angst.

CW: death

Still Here.

…

Why are human lives so short?

Pen brushes their digits over the damp soil that lays in front of their seated form.

Here. Here is where you lie. The headstone may have been corroded to the point of illegibility with the passage of time, but they still remember where you were buried.

“Hey comet,” Pen softly addresses the worn stone. “Hope you’re doing well here. I…I know it’s been a while since I last visited, I’m sorry. Even after so many decades, it’s hard to bring myself here and remind myself that you’re gone. Me and my brothers still miss you.”

Gone. Is that what you are? Away from this world, away from where they and their siblings can reach you? Where they can hold you once more in their arms when their spark finally dies out? When that happens, can they?

Could they?

It still hurts so much, your passing. It really doesn’t feel all that long ago when you stargazed with them and took care of the children, despite the number of human generations that’ve gone by.

Around the gravesite, flowers of many colours bloom and brighten the atmosphere, at least by a little. Just like you, these plants don’t last long. It’s a reminder of sorts, he supposes, and also a source of comfort. The petals are as bright as you were in his life and his brothers; it makes the place feel like it still has you around.

“Lunar, while still refusing to visit you, is doing better. He’s started patrolling again…though he says they’re much more lonely now without you to accompany him. Helio continues to watch the stars and imagine you’re there among them. I do so too.” Penumbra pauses for a while and takes that brief silence to rove his optics over the garden that lays before him. He did consider planting a willow tree, what with the longer lifespan, symbolism and all, but chose flowers instead. They seemed more in line with what he had in mind: respect for you and your humanity.

“It’s a nice thought,” he adds gingerly.

It’s nowhere near dark enough to spot those shining lights, but he turns his helm towards the sky anyways. They can still recall what it felt like with you in their palm, so small, so fragile as they listened to you talk of the little starlings with pride and joy in your voice. And when you’d lean against their thumb as you slowly drifted into dreamland under that speckled sky, that’s when their spark would warm the most. Moments like that remind him of how much you trust h— trusted him.

Said starlings have long since passed as well. He watched them grow, learn, struggle, thrive—

—and die.

“Perhaps when my spark extinguishes, I can join you among those stars. It’d be lovely to see them up close with you. Helio and Lunar would love to as well, I believe. We could all explore your Milky Way together, along with our little ones.”

Pen falls silent. He’s heard of the belief of souls in human culture. Of reincarnation, of sticking around the living plane and watching over loved ones.

Maybe you are watching over them right now? The notion causes a fire to burn in the back of his eyes. “Oh, comet…” their voice breaks at last.

It feels like his spark chamber is being teared open from the inside out. It hurts. He can’t bear to look at that veil above Earth anymore and buries his face into his hands. They try not to cry, they really do, but his efforts aren’t enough.

They sob out your name in a way that calls for one more hug, one more kiss, one more night of spending time under the stars with you. Just one more time.

They’re still here, and you are not. You aren’t here to wipe away their tears and comfort them. You aren’t here to hold their pinky with those tiny hands in a heartwarming display and assure them that you’re alright and at peace.

You aren’t here, nor are the children.

Penumbra curls in on himself further and continues to cry out your name in heartbroken pleas that’ve long grown quiet with strain. They don’t know what to do other than let out all the pain in this vibrant, lonely garden.

They hope you aren’t suffering, watching them bawl like this over your grave in agony.

They hope you aren’t crying too.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

YASSSSSSSSSSSS Viiii you finished it, you did such an amazing job!!!!!!!!!

Ahem. Have Penumbra too now since I’m done their ref! I still need to calculate heights n all, that, but Imma take a break first.