#resh's idea

[cyliph]

I have a theory about @madamadamiu's cat magnus

[ink-drenched-art]

I think I've stared too long at this piece but I was not aiming for perfection. The other artworks will come soon, I just need to stop making more and more projects while exam period is approaching.

For now I plan to finish the mermay one, portraits and deity versions (hopefully soon).

I also learned of a cool trick to color line art and damn, I love it!

So yeah enjoy! *shoves dem birds at you*

[pathological-runaway]

“Calling it moonlight is, technically, incorrect,” Mekh once said. They were watching a play organised by some amateurs that were mediocre by their standards but not bad enough to reject the invitation. “The moon doesn’t actually emit any light. It only reflects the light from the sun. So, all this ‘moonlight’ is just made-up stuff for sappy romances.” Alef thinks about these words, sometimes, and they wish they did not. They wish the words were not as painfully true as they are.

you can find the fic here or below the cut

“Calling it moonlight is, technically, incorrect,” Mekh once said. They were watching a play organised by some amateurs that were mediocre by their standards but not bad enough to reject the invitation. “The moon doesn’t actually emit any light. It only reflects the light from the sun. So, all this ‘moonlight’ is just made-up stuff for sappy romances.”

And Alef had to agree, to pretend that they knew it, that they had any idea about anything, that they were not just a good-for-nothing overgrown child with barely any knowledge in their head.

They think about these words, sometimes, and they wish they did not. They wish the words were not as painfully true as they are.

***

They catch themself saying things in bird when no one is around, or humming old islander tunes absent-mindedly while working. They try to stop saying words no foreigner understands, yet a few still find their way onto their lips from time to time. They bite their tongue each time they call non-islanders ‘foreigners’ and Isle ‘back home’. They brush off any mentions of the Prophecies and the Trials in a desperate attempt to forget the part of their life that haunts them the most, pretending they already did, pretending they do not remember the ancient texts word by word. It does not help much, but Alef is positive they just need to try harder.

It almost feels like they are, in a way, the moon. Reflecting the light that has been projected onto them since their childhood, with nothing of their own to offer. And yet, people find them unique, not knowing — or unwilling to learn — that there is nothing special about them other than their lack of any remarkable trait, which, paradoxically, is a remarkable trait in itself. But not a good one. Not one anybody would want the Prince to have.

They realise they have adopted some of the twins’ mannerisms way too late to correct their behaviour. They laugh at jokes in the same way Sah does when they see a stunt go wrong. They mumble insults just like how Mekh mumbles about plot holes and cheesy lines. They speak with the same exaggerated, dramatic tone of voice that the two use for surprise announcements and grandiose speeches.

Alef finds themself stopping in the middle of what they are doing to check if they are copying Samekh, and, more times than not, has to reprimand themself for acting exactly like the twins would. It is ridiculous how, in an attempt to get rid of the traits they had borrowed, they just ended up picking up even more.

Will they ever become their own person? Or should they remain a bleak reflection of their surroundings for the rest of their life?

Alef happens to speak with an excessive number of technical terms, like Teth sometimes does, or to address creatures whose language they do not speak, just like Ayin. Alef notices that they use the pre-made overly polite phrases they often hear from Lamed and stare people in the eyes trying to copy the very same stern expression that helps Tsadi say things without even opening their mouth. The Prince hates themself for their inability to find their own strategies to navigate the world, stealing bits of everyone else’s instead. But were it not for the borrowed ideas, they would have none at all.

And what would be the point of the moon if it had no light at all? Neither reflected nor made?

Little does this thought comfort them.

They were supposed to be special, they were supposed to be unique, they were supposed to be the Brave Hero, they were supposed to be the Wise Ruler, they were supposed to be a miracle. They were supposed to know what to do without any help or instructions, they were supposed to be the one people looked up to.

Then why is it them who must look up?

Alef despises their life, the constant fear of not being good enough and the ever-present need to be. They are tired of reflecting others’ light. They want others to reflect theirs.

The moon may be an unfortunate piece of rock, stuck forever in its defective, lightless form, but Alef is better. They are smarter, they are more creative, and, most importantly, they have technology.

And with technology, the moon could gather enough light to outshine the sun itself.

With technology, they can fix themself to match the descriptions from ancient prophecies.

With technology, they will strip themself of everything that makes them the moon. With technology, they will become the sun.

***

“I don’t care if it’s ‘technically incorrect’,” Sah responded. The play was over, and the three of them were getting ready to leave, “pretty much everything reflects light, for that matter. Besides,” they added, looking up at the night sky dotted with hundreds and thousands of unreachable stars, “light’s supposed to be shared.”

[inkuboa]

Even more tiny alefs. I keep finding more and more of them.

[pathologicalrunaway]

just had a silly idea of a sky au in which resh is somehow preserved in the eden crystal and a group of sky kids (silly moths named eeny, meeny, miny and moe) glitches into the crystal and gets resh out. they decide to bring them to the elders for judgement, so they take "mx king" to the temple in isle of dawn. unfortunately, it appears that all the elders are having a cup of tea in the vault, so the moths take resh on a run through the realms, showing them what has become of the world, learning history and realising that the real treasure are the friends we've made along the way

the kids get sidetracked all the time though, so they take ages to join the elder tea party. candles to get, quests to catch up with, friends to help — a sky kid's life is full of things to do, after all

also resh hates kids and has existential crises like. every 5 minutes. this might be a fun adventure for the moths, but not for resh, who is constantly reminded of what they've done and dreads the moment when they have to face the elders. they surely hate their guts, don't they?

edit: here's a couple ideas regarding the au

[residenthesitant]

i feel like i cant go to bed or im gonna miss something big. this is like destiel night all over again

[draystersden]

The more I think about it, the more Reshiram fits Alysa a lot. I could write paragraphs on it.......

[black-suns-rim]

King Resh

This is my version of King Resh. It was a quick sketch since I wanted to get the idea down. I imagine Resh being huge, hence the very tiny sky kid he’s looking at, lol.

[anheliotrope]

One fascinating aspect of body swapping to me is the idea that you could experience someone else's body's sensory data, but with your own mind. This is an incoherent idea for a few reasons, but still fun.

I love the idea of being able to judge each other's qualia. Swapping bodies for a minute just to tell the other person that their headache is actually mild and they're being a little bitch about it.

Person A: I've got headache.

Person B: How bad is it?

Person A: Most dreadful.

Person B: You look fine.

Person A: What does that mean...

Person B: I just bet it's not that bad! Swap with me!

Person A: I don't think we should use magic for this kind of trivial matter... also you're being kind of a dou--

Person B: Ilu Resh Vadam Kash!!

*Poof*

Person B: Yeah, just like I thought... I've had way worse. It's not that bad of a headache. But oh god, why is breathing so hard. What's wrong with your nose??

Person A: It's... it's possible to breathe this easily? How long does this spell last? Also, you really need glasses.

[mistyplace-ghost]

Hey Resh,ever thought of a friend :3 this is my sky oc! (Yes I can’t draw and can only persuade my ideas in gacha.)

Her name is Serinthia! :D

Couldn't be sure which to pick so you get both!

"MAM.... your nasty BUGS are in my face...."

*he's not keen in making any new friends,

On the other hand*

"oh my! You've got a lot of extra friends with you..."

*he's friendly! He'd gladly be friends with you*

[kedamo-nogetoffthetable]

Doodles relevant to a conversation I had with a friend while watching the fireworks yesterday!

I think I have a screenshot of it, but it's on my switch so I'll probably share after school

OH WAIT CONTEXT

Basically this is based on the idea that Steward stole their staff from Resh!

[cyliph]

hey guys im learning 3d modelling how did i do

[fantasyfan20]

HELLOOOO I’m in the mood for a Finn exclusive story cuz I wanna delve into his past with Resh hehe

I honestly have no idea how to start this, but I hope you guys enjoy :3

The Boy and His King

It was silent. The Cave of Prophecies was usually a bustling place filled with mentors and their students, but tonight it was as silent as a temple. Finn sat in front of the elemental pillar, staring up at the glowing symbols on it. He could feel the energy of each one, calling a name that he couldn’t hear. He only knew that it was not his name they were calling. Even though he had yet to do the trials, he knew that it was not meant to be him.

“Is that you, my friend?”

Finn smiled at the sound of his friend’s voice.

“Hey, Lef.”

When Alef sat down, Finn could immediately tell by the look on his face that he knew something was wrong.

“Are you worried about the trials, Finn?”

Finn sighed. Alef could always tell when something was wrong. Finn wondered for a moment if it had something to do with the fact that he fell from the stars.

“Me? Worried? You must be mistaking me for someone else.”

Alef smiled at his friend’s bravado. Finn always liked to portray confidence, and while he was confident in his abilities, he often worried about how others saw him. Being such close friends with him made it easy for Alef to see that.

“Whether you complete the trials or not, it won’t matter what the prophet or any of the mentors think of you, because you’re my best friend, and you’re amazing at lots of other things.”

Finn smiled, a genuine one this time, at his friend’s words. Lef always knew what to say. He was a wonderful friend, and Finn felt confident he would complete the trials. Little did he know that the next day, everything would change.

>>><<<

Finn awoke to the sound of the prophet’s drum, as he did every morning. He, Alef, and the rest of the students left their rooms, the feeling of anticipation high. Everyone except for Finn and Alef had attempted the trials. Today, they would find out who would complete them. Everyone ate their breakfast in a hurry, eager to find out who would go first. Then they lined up in front of the elemental pillar, patiently waiting for the prophet to announce it. Then the sound of his drum stopped, and his footsteps echoed as he made his way into the heart of the cave. “Good morning, students. Today, there are only two of you left who have not attempted the trials.”

He paused for a moment as his gaze swept over the young faces in front of him. Some of them were practically bouncing on their toes, their eyes wide with anticipation. “Finn. You shall go first.”

Finn stepped forward and bowed to the prophet, ready for the challenges that would surely come his way. “I am ready.”

He entered the first door, the entrance to the Water Trial, which tested one’s patience. Well, I certainly have plenty of that, Finn thought. Once he analyzed his surroundings, he was able to move when the water was low and time his jumps so that he didn’t touch it when he arrived at the next checkpoint. The next trial was the Earth Trial, which tested one’s resilience. As a boy fairly experienced in fighting, he was resilient and was able to pass the trial without any problems. The third trial was the Air Trial, which tested one’s balance. The strong gusts of air caught Finn off guard, but he knew he could use them to his advantage. He moved carefully, minding his every step and making sure he did not fall. As he got closer to the top, he wondered if he might actually complete all four trials—but then another wind gust caught him off guard. He fell off the ledge he’d been standing on, down into the dark abyss below—but he was not scared. Finn knew this could only be because he wasn’t meant to complete the trials. Which meant it had to be Alef.

Alef completed the first two trials in half the time it took Finn to complete one. It was unbelievable. He was quick and agile, but careful of his footing and when he made his move. Finn smiled the whole time, he felt so proud of his friend. Before he knew it, Alef had completed the last trial, and all the other students were cheering for him as the prophet and mentors bowed their heads in reverence. Now that Alef had completed the trials and proved himself worthy, he would become king of Sky! Finn knew he would be a wonderful king, one who ruled with all the virtues of the ancient trials. A patient, resilient, balanced, and courageous ruler.

>>><<<

The next several years passed in a blur. Upon becoming king, Alef changed his name to Resh, and declared it to the kingdom during his coronation. Finn had never seen such a long celebration. The kingdom reveled long into the night, and began again in the early hours of the morning. On one such morning, Finn was sitting on the beach on Sanctuary Island when someone from the royal palace walked up to him. Finn stared up at the man with a curious expression. “The king requests your presence immediately in the palace. He also asked me to add that he misses you very much.”

Finn smiled at the thought of his friend missing him. He hadn’t visited the palace since the coronation, and he didn’t want to bother Resh since he was probably busy meeting with the Elders and doing all sorts of kingly things. But if he wanted Finn there immediately, then that meant he wasn’t busy! “Thank you for telling me. I’ll head up to the palace at once!”

Before he could forget, Finn gave the man a few candles for his trouble, then he flew out of Sanctuary and straight to the royal palace!

The palace was still as huge and wondrous as Finn remembered it from his short time there during the coronation. Everything was so detailed—from the giant columns to the table legs, it was all so perfect and ornate. It was definitely the sort of thing Alef—Resh would appreciate. “FINN!”

One second Finn was admiring a detailed painting of Resh on his throne, and the next Resh was on the verge of tackling him to the floor with a hug!

“Lef, you’re gonna break my arms,” Finn said, laughing. Resh put him down and smiled at the old nickname. He laughed when Finn started to dramatically examine his royal outfit. “Do you like it?”

Finn nodded enthusiastically. He stared at the silver detailing on Resh’s coat, mesmerized by the way it shone in the sunlight. “Did you have someone make it for you?”

Resh shook his head with a proud look on his face. “I made it myself! I wanted to have plenty of royal outfits, so I made a few different ones.”

Finn was impressed. He and Lef had both learned how to sew from their mentors in the Cave of Prophecies, but Finn had never expected his friend to make his own royal clothing with the skill. “That’s awesome, Lef! It looks really well made. By the way, what did you summon me here for?”

Lef smiled that secret smile of his, the one Finn knew as his “I know something you don’t know” face.

“Lef..? What is it?”

The young king was so excited, he started jumping up and down, and his words came out in a jumble! “I want you to be my royal advisor, Finn!”

Of all the reasons Finn thought his friend had invited him to the palace, this was the least expected one. In fact, it had never occurred to him that Lef would want him as his advisor! “Wait…seriously? You want me as your advisor?”

Lef gave his friend an incredulous look. “Of course I do! You’re smart, and having you here would make everything more fun!”

Finn laughed at his friend’s response. Despite becoming king, Lef was still the same energetic boy that Finn knew and loved. “Sooooo, will you do me the honor of becoming my royal advisor, Finn?”

Finn smiled and bowed. “Of course, Lef! I’d love to.”

Resh couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather spend his time with.

<<<>>>

Finn couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather get away from. Since finding the strange new crystals, his friend had become…different. He no longer laughed at Finn’s jokes, he no longer took a break from his work to watch the sunset with Finn. He was so consumed with his work on the dark crystals, he stopped spending time with Finn altogether—unless he needed his help with one of his many “projects.”

Finn wished he had never suggested that they use the crystals. He had thought they would help the kingdom, and Resh had praised him when he came up with the idea. But there was something wrong with the crystals. He should have seen it before, when all they were doing was harvesting the crystals from Treasure Reef. But now, months later, the time spent harvesting had taken a toll on the Golden Land. What was once a thriving community was now a wasteland, a place where dark clouds blocked out the light and dark water polluted everything. Finn had asked Tsadi to evacuate the people, and everyone was moved to new homes in the other realms. The people were safe, Finn had made sure of that, but Resh had seemed so cold. As if he didn’t care. And now he was talking about harvesting the Light from the Light Creatures to use it as a power source for the crystals! What had started as an ambition had now become an all consuming fire, leaving nothing but a cold and calculating king in its wake. Finn knew Resh had gone too far, and he was fully convinced he was to blame. After all, wasn’t he the one who suggested they take advantage of the kingdom’s resources? And this was the result. A kingdom on the verge of collapse, all because Finn had inadvertently caused his best friend’s greed. He had to do something before a line was crossed, so he went straight to the throne room. As he walked through the grand halls, he still found himself admiring the palace’s beauty. But the shadows on the walls reminded him that it was not the same place he had first entered all those years ago when Resh had first asked him to be his royal advisor. The throne room was almost as dark as the halls, were it not for the ginormous crystal behind it. Finn tried to ignore the faint hum coming from the crystal as he faced his king. “Your Majesty, may I speak with you for a moment?”

Before Finn had spoken, Resh’s gaze was fixed on the crystal, as if he were in a trance. He turned away from it and looked pointedly at Finn, annoyed at the interruption. “What is it, Finn?”

The king walked up to Finn, and Finn was forced to crane his neck because of how tall Resh had become. It was unnerving. “I wanted to speak with you about the crystals, and your next plan to power them.”

Resh raised his eyebrows. Finn could tell he already knew what this was about. But he had to tell him, no matter what his friend might say. “I think there’s something wrong with the crystals. Now that we’ve taken so many of them, their presence in the kingdom is overwhelming the people. Teth told me that the rain in her realm is becoming harmful, and people are getting sick. Also, the pollution in Tsadi’s realm is doing the same, and it—“

Resh held up a hand to stop Finn. At some point, Finn’s words had started coming out in a jumble, he was so nervous and he wanted Resh to listen. But the look on the king’s face told Finn he wasn’t interested in listening. He braced himself for whatever Resh had to say. “Finn, as much as I appreciate your concern, none of that is my priority right now. I have things to do, and I need your help. None of my projects could get done without you. You know that, don’t you?”

Finn hung his head. Resh was right, half the reason any of his projects got done was because of Finn’s attention to detail and careful planning. Finn found himself bitterly wishing that he wasn’t so careful. “Your work…it’s hurting people, Lef. They’re getting sick, and the Light creatures know something is wrong! They’re trying to migrate someplace safe, because the lands are being polluted and—“

Resh grabbed Finn by the front of his shirt and held him up so he was at eye level. “I don’t think you’re listening properly, Finn. I have other things to worry about, and whatever it is you’re talking about is not on my list. So please, do what you do best and go make sure that everything is in order for the Light Harvest.”

With that, he threw Finn onto the ground and stalked out of the throne room. Finn’s whole body was shaking, and he couldn’t stop the tears as they fell onto the spotless stone floor. His gaze went up to the crystal, the thing Resh called a “feat of modern technology.” It almost seemed to stare back at Finn, taunting him now that it had taken his best friend away from him. “You…you caused this. I may have brought you here, but his obsession with you has made him cruel. HOW DARE YOU!”

Angrily, Finn threw a small side table at the crystal, but of course it did nothing. There wasn’t even a dent. He turned away from it, not wanting to spend another minute alone with it, and left the room with tears still streaming down his face.

<<<>>>

“FINN!”

Finn snapped back to reality, and remembered he was no longer in the palace with Resh and the crystal. He was in Wasteland with Theo, in the shrine where he used to contact Resh. “You okay? You’ve been staring at that spot for a few minutes.”

Finn looked to where Theo was pointing, at the very back of the shrine, where a statue of Resh once stood. He had torn it down, along with every other small statue of him in Wasteland. When Finn blinked, he could have sworn he saw a large crown wearing shadow with bright, gleaming eyes staring down at him and Theo. His heart stopped when he realized they were being watched. “He’s here.”

Theo’s eyes widened, and he took his staff off his back and entered a fighting stance. Finn wordlessly shook his head, telling him that his weapon would be of no use. Theo nodded and put it on his back, but he looked around warily, wondering where the lost king was. “HOW YOU GUYS DOING BACK THERE?”

They both jumped at the sound of Rye’s voice. Finn thought he could hear Rye’s drum and Sofii’s flute. He looked at Theo with a curious expression. “Since when does Fii play her flute in Wasteland?”

Theo looked at his friend sheepishly. “Since she doesn’t like the quiet here. She told me once she hears voices in Wasteland sometimes, so she feels like she needs to block them out.”

Finn nodded, then looked back at the ruined shrine. He didn’t have to blink to see the shadow now. Resh stood in front of them, staring down at them wordlessly. Finn nudged Theo, who looked up in horror at the sight. But he wasn’t scared. He refused to be, not when he knew Finn needed him. He gave a mocking bow to the lost king, then stood up with a smirk on his face. “Hello, Your Majesty. If we could have just a moment of your time, my friend here has something he’d like to say to you.”

Finn snickered, then took a few steps closer to the king. “Respectfully, I don’t think I can work for you anymore. I stopped being your royal advisor a long time ago, so I think it’s best I leave you to do your work without me getting in your way.”

The king only laughed, amused at his friend’s attempt to leave him. “You’re forgetting one thing, Finn. I can still speak with you through the magical connection I created between us. You and your friends will never be rid of me.”

“I thought your ‘magical connection’ was supposed to be your undying friendship,” Theo muttered. Finn gave him a look, but Theo could see he was trying not to laugh.

Finn looked back at the king, amused that Resh had assumed he’d forgotten. “You must have forgotten how determined I am. I’ll find a way to sever it, and my friends will help me.”

Resh groaned, annoyed and, most of all, confused that Finn would even want to leave. “What makes you think that? I could easily strengthen it, and then you’ll have no way of breaking it.”

Finn was done. He would break their connection one way or another. But he needed to make sure his message was clear. “You really don’t get it, do you? I’m quitting, Lef. Resigning. You’re out of pawns.”

Resh laughed again, and Finn’s memory flashed back to a moment when he had pranked him with a bucket of water over a doorway. Even with his soaking wet hair, Alef had laughed. It had sounded so different then. But Finn knew he couldn’t go back to that, and clearly Resh couldn’t either. “Goodbye, Alef.”

He could feel Resh’s anger building as he and Theo walked out of the shrine and back to their friends. “How DARE you walk away from me Finn?! You’re just one Child, what makes you think I couldn’t find another to help me? You’re NOTHING, YOU LITTLE—“

Finn ignored Resh’s enraged yelling as he walked back to his friends, and flipped him off as he left the large archway. Whether Resh’s yelling became louder because of it or not, Finn couldn’t tell because his friends were frantically searching the area, trying to find something—or someone. He did a head count and found Theo, Kace, Ray, Rye, and Teri. But no Sofii. “Where is she?”

Ray turned around from the corner she was checking, and Finn saw the panicked look in her eyes. “I don’t know. One second she was here, and the next she was gone. We don’t know where she went.”

HAHAAAA cliff hanger! I’ll write the next one tomorrow hehe

I hope you enjoyed the Finn lore! :3

[pathological-runaway]

Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age. This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Samekh remember hearing the news of a child having passed the Trials. They remember the commotion and the rumours, all the running around and all the meetings.

They recall seeing the kid for the first time ever at the coronation, them tripping on the way and Samekh snorting at that. They remember the few occasions on which they met afterwards, the child being nothing special and, frankly speaking, a bit of a disappointment.

They recollect that weird expression on the face of the already-adolescent, and then the spark they once caught a glimpse of during one of the meetings. And that spark was important. It marked a change. A new beginning. A new star starting to form.

Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age.

This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

They see Alef grow up, can point out the way the difference in height between all of them has altered. They see it, and it scares them just how fast the time flies by.

The second coronation comes soon, a lot sooner than Samekh would like it to. It is Alef's turn to say what they want, to make requests and to check that all goes according to plan. At the ceremony, they walk with their back straightened, a broad smile on their face and a glint in their eyes. They do not trip, do not stutter — instead, they shine. As bright as a star. As bright as a supernova.

Their movements are elegant and graceful, their promises loud, and if Samekh had been told a couple years ago Alef would ever look like this, they would not have believed it.

"It'd take them at least two centuries," they would have joked.

But Alef — Resh — cannot live for two centuries. So, instead, they cram as many things into their short mortal lifetime as they possible can before they... well...

And then they grow distant. It does not happen overnight, but it is still too fast for Samekh's liking. Resh may be thinking things are changing gradually, but the twins know that is not the case. They have been alive for more than thrice as long as the King has — they have not seen anything happen as fast as this.

But then again, everything is happening fast now. It is part of their thing, too: all must be as bright and quick as the lightning, because otherwise, nothing will ever occur.

Mortals have such short lifespans!

Samekh pretend they do not see the change, do not notice the pace of it. Resh is a lot older than them now — not in terms of numbers, perhaps, but in terms of stages of life. The Ruler looks taller than the two, and Samekh fear there might be wrinkles starting to appear on that face — though, for better or for worse, they cannot know it: it has been a long time since Resh last took off their mask.

Dressed in black and hiding their eyes, irritable and grumpy, they resemble a dying star. A black hole. Taking things away and not giving anything in return. Not emitting any light, not anymore.

"Half a century is not much," other Elders used to say to Samekh when they were young and confused about the passage of time. Half a century is not much, they have come to realise after spending twice as long in this world.

Half a century is far too little, they think as they tear off their epaulettes and walk away. Half a century is not enough time to have, as they see something happen at the horizon, something that should not have happened under any circumstances.

It is ridiculous how little Resh lived for — and how much they did in this short period of time. How much they undid. How much they took away, only to disappear themself like a nebula dissolving in the skies with nothing to leave in its wake but emptiness.

That is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

[sonicranger1]

BABES, BESTIES WE GOT RESH/KING/PRINCE CONTENT FINALLY IN THE GRAND HEAVENLY YEAR OF 2024 THAT ISNT CONCEPT ART FROM 2019

LOSING MY EVER LIVING MIND RIGHT NOW WE GOT TWO EMBERS CONTENT FUCKING LETS GOOOOOOOO, BEST LEAKS OF MY LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA RIGHT NOW

THE PIPES ACTUALLY CARRIED LIGHT IN THEM, I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS FOR CARRYING ANY POLLUTION THE PRODUCTION OF DARKSTONE MADE TO BE DISPOSED OF

ME WHEN MURALS AND NEW SHOTS OF EDEN BEFORE IT WAS A LIVING HELL

CURSE TUMBLR AND GIVING ME A SCREENSHOT LIMIT

[pathologicalrunaway]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sky: Children of the Light (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: The Prince | Alef, Valley Elder(s) | Samekh Additional Tags: Character Study, Angst, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, everyone uses they/them, alef-centric Summary:

“Well, it happens. People fall out sometimes. And it isn't necessarily a bad thing. Or a good one. It just is.” Silence follows. They will be grateful, next morning, when arranging blurry memories in their head into a more or less logical sequence, that they were not too drunk to lose their ability to lie, and regret having drunk enough to start talking too openly for their own liking.

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In-between two very important events in their life, Alef finds themself on a lonely balcony in Valley, drinking something cheap and bitter and talking to birds.