She’s here y’all! ( her name is eclipses as said in the drawing)
Here’s some headcannons,
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•I know it’s already implied but she is 6’7 tall ( just slightly shorter then Mr plant)
•I have no idea what her weapon is called but I know it exists (I actually don’t know if it exists I just assumed it would) it’s basically a rope with a blade on each end
•she was supposed to have floating hands but I forgot to draw them 😭
•she is some sort of angelic deity
•she and argos are really good friends
•she’s 17,000 years old (Ik it’s a lot)
•she has a twin sister, who’s name is Etherea ( basically ethereal but without the L)
•she likes to draw sometimes but her drawings are a little…..creepy…
•she has a more human looking form (this one is still human like but not exactly)
•she doesn’t like children much ( kinda ironic how her and argos are friends considering how much Argo’s likes children)
•she can fly
These are not all of them cuz I’m (also) still workshopping on her since I JUST made her
Honestly my swap argos and her would definitely have a connection (you all will soon see why)
Belle rolled her eyes and put her headphones on, looking at the window shade. She glanced at her girlfriend violet, who was staring at the ceiling while in the middle seat. Belle looked down further to her mom and dad, who were peacefully sleeping across the aisle. Belle gently tapped her girlfriend on her shoulder, and took off both their headphones.
“Vio, babe. Wanna look at the window?” Belle asked quietly with a mischievous grin.
“They just said it was prohibited. So, yeah!” Violet responded quickly and quietly. Belle looked for any workers, but they were all in the front, so it was clear to do so. She looked at the window shade, quickly checked again for anybody else and slowly drew up the shade.
“Oh he’s just gorgeous..” She whispers happily.
“What?! Look at it!” Violet remarked.
What was beyond that window, you ask, dear reader?
A storm. A cloudy, smoky, odd green storm. A thunderstorm, without the thunder. It was a sickly green, mixing with the black to create a muddy shade. In the eye of the storm.. was, rather oddly, an eye.
Dare say, an Angel. It wasn’t all to pleased on being seen.
Belle quickly shut the window as she heard footsteps coming to the back of the plane. She rested her head on Violet’s shoulder as a worker frantically passed by.
“Oh, who opened the window shade? Oh no no no.” He was muttering as passed by, in a state of panic. Belle perked up once he left, and looked out the window once more. This time, the Angel was pressed against the window, a psychotic grin on its face. Now that Belle thought about it, maybe it was a demon. It had a pale, ashy complexion, and skin that seemed to be leather. Long black horns rose from all over its head, and fangs poked out from its smile. It had long bony fingers, with yellowed nails that looked so dirty it could make one puke. Violet quickly shut the shades as the worker passed by, still panicking. Both the girls were starting to get nervous now. That’s when the plane rattled. An unearthly howl disturbed the comfortable silence on the plane.
Violet grabbed Belle’s hand and pecked her on the cheek. “I love you but I think you just got us killed.” She whispered.
“Attention passengers, this is your pilot speaking. Opening your flight window shades is now prohibited until further notice. The airline is not liable for any psychological distress experienced from viewing outside.“
The first thing I noticed about you was your hair. Dirty blonde, or maybe it was wheat gold, but I was - and still am - jealous of it. You had two styles, a messy bun and just straight down.
Next your lips, a light muted red that matched your almond shaped nails. You always did look good in autumn colors.
Then your clothes, I wanted your wardrobe so bad. The way you dressed was exactly the aesthetic I tried to copy. Oversized, grunge, or dark academia.
Is it weird of me to say that I always noticed when you were across from me in the hallway?
But I don’t think I liked you, not in a crush sort of way, just as someone I liked to envy.
Though my face felt warm whenever you walked past and I always felt an urge to dress up for you and I really wanted you to compliment me and I wanted us to be good friends.
Sometimes I wonder if something was wrong with me in those moments.
I tried to look cool in front of your friend, I don’t know if it worked or if she thought I was too excited.
Maybe I made a bad first impression?
After that we never talked, and I’m not sad, but I’m not sure if I’m content either.
I think you’ve been on my mind for 3 years now.
oh snap
^^ give credit if your using the design please lol
ninjago fandom needs to draw more fem jay i dont make the rules
You are a scientist working for NASA. In the middle of a well-deserved vacation, your relaxing week off is interrupted by a short, urgent text message from one of your colleages: “PLUTO HATCHED.”
this post is for you. yes, you! you are so deserving of a good, happy, content life. you are so strong and resilient, and i am proud of you. you will make it through all this hardship and come out the other side doing better than ever.
You we’re once a well respected and feared villain, that is until you had a child. However, they’ve been caught in the crossfire of a hero fight. Now, you’ll show them why you were so feared.
Welcome Mortals! Cherish your lives, we never know how much time we have, do we?He/Him, Star/Starself, They/ThemNinjago loving nerd who made too many mistakesUndertale loving idiot who regrets too muchCat lover who has too much on their chestSpace Lover who is questioning purposeBackrooms wanderer stuck in a daydreamBe careful with the information you tell.I keep watch.OfEverything
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