There was a man named Kale and he had ten sons. The youngest of whom was named Cabbage. Now Cabbage had a dream to start his own kingdom, so he left his family and traveled the continent to find a king and civilians to live in his kingdom. He found adventures and villagers that agreed to join up, but a king he could not find. Over mountains and under valleys, he searched yet could not find the perfect man for the job.
Eventually, a young girl found her courage and asked him, “Why don’t you become our king?”
This question befuddled him. He thought on it day and night for thirty days. Then when at last he came to a conclusion, he asked the congregation what they thought. They declared that they had always thought that he would be their king, and so he was crowned that very day.
There once was a watermelon who took over the world. He a tyrant, but in the end, he was split in half. Out of his shell came one thousand little seeds, his children. Each had a different version of what it meant to rule the world. One seed wanted to throw everyone into prison, while another wanted to destroy all of the buildings in the entire world. A seed wanted to free everyone, while another wanted to enslave every living thing. There were seeds that wanted to run tyrannically around the world, doing as much evil as they could while the other half wanted to spread joy and sunshine in various ways.
It was not long before they were caught in a war. The good seeds undoing what the bad seeds had done and vice versa. The seeds made agreements with each other that they would fight their siblings. The good against the bad. They fought and fought, until war spread across the world. Neither side seemed to be gaining the advantage.
The inhabitants of the world became doubtful that they would ever see peace. Their only condolence was that every time a seed died a watermelon plant would sprout. The villagers would eat the fruit from the corpse of the seeds, surviving by the juicy fruit alone.
A hundred years passed, and the thousand seeds were all killed in the war. The earth was scorched in flames. The inhabitants, who were left, vowed never again to let an intelligent plant to grow, and all their lives they were left in peace.
My sister is playing a game where you get to name the tenants of apartments, and she named a family The Delanes, and they just had a daughter. Constance!!!!!!
I did this picture a while ago. I keep seeing him around and thinking that he’d be a cool thing to post and then I forget about him. For one of my random sketches, he looks good.
The tse characters are playing on a bouquet! Well, some of them, anyways...
Somehow Apen got stuck in the vase, and Berlyne is not going to help him get out. Noah and Ruya are being lovey-dovey on the bow. Delaney is sliding down the stems. Eating a candy cane, Enel is sitting on the vase. On the other side, Velvare is barely holding on, and Melete is taking her time helping him. Avidan is grumpily sitting on a Zinnia. Chara is waving. While Marcus is hanging on for dear life, Idony is skipping from one flower to another.
I read somewhere that Goldenrod was Encouragement, and that Zinnias were reminders not to forget absent friends. And I threw in roses for good measure.