#𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻

[thepoetanon]

Greetings!! I simply wanted to make my aquaintance, it’s been a long while since I’ve had any company down here, so, ah…

Hello!! You can simply call me The Sun (my true name is…difficult to pronounce) and I am very pleased to meet you!!!

-Sun Anon

Oh greetings! Pleasure to meet you dear. Did you call yourself Sun by your radiance and shining aura?

[thepoetanon]

I feel you would know this

So ...

How do you get out the void

I may or may not be stuck here

-@anonanon-manon

An anon, stuck in the void? That's a first... we come from there silly! Is it your first time noticing? Here...

*pulls you from the void, like I'm reaching for any other thing* you just describe leaving, like you're describing grabbing something from thin air. Next time you get stuck, try to remember that. You new to the dysfunctional hivemind?

[thepoetanon]

i found baked you a muffin... will you accept

Um... sure. But is seems as though someone else is eating it.

*I gently take the muffin, my hands still slightly shaking from pain* ...no one really appreciates mold often. But I find it beautiful. Something left behind and discarded by others, is still needed by Something else. May these little friends here thrive well, as this forgotten treat finally is consumed.

Even the deathless die, in one way or another. The world around us rots, kingdoms fall, forests and grasslands burn, cities crumble, stars burn out, the universe is constantly dying...

But it's also constantly being reborn with it. With each death, there is a new base for life. As one thing takes its final breath, or performs its last action, another prepares to take form. From the constellations changing long after we leave the mortal coil, to something as simple as food rotting back into the dirt wence it came... oh woe, the tragedy of death and decay, the grief it brings to the living, and the grief it suffers in hate.

How beautiful is it, that all things die the same? We are loved, made with care, inevitably destroyed by what has loved us or be forgotten, and in death we birth new life. New love. New.

*I stare lovingly at the mold. The way god must've looked upon man* such a wonderful sight... seeing something like this survive. I did not know mold could survive in the conditions of hell. This sample of Penicillium is growing beautifully... they look like little corals up close, or small plants. Branches reaching up to heavens they may never climb to, but why is it these are condemned? Sure, they cause illnesses... but that does not mean they should not be any less loved.

[Close up of Penicillium btw]

*I reach into the void, and pull out a small terrarium that I put the muffin in* thank you, for giving me some company... I hope Muffin here thrives into a wonderful colony. I will take care of this gift well.

[thepoetanon]

..:/

*I slap you on the cheek a bit, pinch you on the nose, ever straight up nibble on your hand*

Wake up dammit-

*I sleep like the dead... or perhaps I am so. Whatever plot decides-

[thepoetanon]

Partially my personality, yes!! I’d hope to think I’m pretty sunny :]

FUNNY STORY THOUGH….. anons can be many different things, correct? It depends on the words that define us. And I happen to be be defined by the sun incarnate. Who also wears sunglasses.

Wouldn’t recommend getting too close..OR staring directly at me

-Sun Anon

Ha! You may be bright, but you a certainly not too bright for this dark cruel world. Never let that light go out, and keep shining! We always need positivity!

[thepoetanon]

You mentioned having blue and gold eyes, is it like heterochromia where one is blue and the other is gold? or is it eyes with both blue and gold in them

I have central heterochromia. My eyes are blue with gold rings.

Ooc: my irl eyes aren't as bright a blue, but it's how I am irl

Took way too many tries to get these photos- my real eyes are a gray blue, with gold/brown rings.

[thepoetanon]

Dear kin, please rest,

Your muse is safe, and coming to help.

And an artist must take breaks before their masterpieces,

Isn't that right?

~Seer Anon~

*I simply groan* ...m-muse...?

[thepoetanon]

POET

Poet waake up!

WERE FUCKED NOW :D

I BROKE A WINDOW TO COME HERE CMON-

*unfortunately, I remain unconscious*

[thepoetanon]

BALLS!

...unfortunately, those didn't come with my free trial of life.

[thepoetanon]

woah, neat :0

- eyes anon

Thank you! I'm sure you have beautiful eyes too

[thepoetanon]

Hiii hiiii

Tbh you're a bit too protective for lil ol counci eh?

My dude he survived not getting killed twice I think he can live without protection

He's still traumatized from it! If the world wants to hurt him, I'll shelter him in the ways I was not!

[thepoetanon]

Ah, what the fuck man, no need to point a GUN at me

I was just curious about if angels can fight, and since the only other angel definitely does, I asked him

Well. Maybe I'm a LITTLE protective of him. Hm? Ever thought of THAT? Even if he can, I don't want him to.