i changed her face again but i love her sm

Yawns.

// dumb little face

"Focus... Find your balance... Steady... Then. STRIKE!" #gpose #gposers #miqo

To be a memory.

// had to make it my pinned, ignore me.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 nestled sweetly in my palm; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤO' 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 WORLD, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤteach me how to 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇.

Soft sigh.

i love my stupid lil creature

“If that is what it takes to stay by your side. The idea of being apart again…it does not sit well with me.”

"Only if you take me along."

// Cen deserves to be romanced

“Time spent with you is often enjoyable — so it is no trouble.”

A tilt of her head — blinking slowly. “I see. We must remedy that.”

What would entertain you?

// adding people to Cen's carrd without telling them its like a surprise

Silently dressing a wound - pay her no mind.

I'm in love with this picture uuughhghs I've probably yapped about it before but I love how things have panned out for Cen. Nightmares of all-consuming light and violence A voice in her head she slowly loses the ability to ignore A sickness that cannot be explained :^)

// what if we plot huh...what then...

Quietly leans against @theduskwarden.bsky.social .

Haunted.

Sitting in the sand, watching fireworks.

// bruh this is so funny 😭 Goodbye mare u were so cool

It was once a tranquil lake — glittering beneath a vast array of looming stars. But it has become volatile; blindingly bright & unstable, fluctuating with the ebb of darkness as unending light consumes all. It’s cold, persistent — like the chill that comes with the first step into the ocean.

Remnant.

Sorting through a stack of papers with one hand while its metal-adorned twin rests atop the table — tapping restlessly.

// i just think she's neat ft. the updated tattoos & scars (kinda)

// Trying to love Cendre again. And she's no longer single-shipped.

Remnant.

Mesmerize me.

#CatFeAP with @kalei.bsky.social <3

THE ARCANE .

// meet ferne..

She presses her back to the trunk of a tree and, slowly, slides down to the ground. Blood soaks the hand she keeps pressed to her abdomen— how unlike her to lose focus during a job.

// Cendre does a lot on her own Travel Work Her free time is spent alone, more often than not She even treats her own wounds — those sewing skills come in handy

His skin was softer than she expected—warm as well and regret quickly made itself comfortable at the back of her mind. Would the chill of her skin prove disquieting—had she overstepped? Her gaze drifted upward, stopping well before meeting his eyes and settling on the arch of his cupid’s bow.

// day 4 of doing a new drawing every day Vomits

it is lonely when you‘re among people too.

my body's made of crushed little stars

// another Cen doodle …

The 'hope' that everyone longs for is just a preexisting harmony. But despair was the one thing that was different.

// doodling the wife And don’t feel like adding her tattoos 🫡

how can I bear this misery, unless my heart were stone.ᐣ