I Will Even Learn How To Animate For Gods Sake - Blog Posts

I LOVE HOW YOU LOVE THIS 😭

You’ve literally been feeding everyone, so why not feed you too instead. Because If you starve and die, we starve too.

I had to contemplate this piece for a while during the rendering process, and simply had to stop and add more. Because I knew you’d analyze the whole thing.

So here’s stuff that I added that you may or may have not analyzed yet for bonus desert:

Synth’s side of the bed is messy and scattered with the blankets hanging (off camera) off the bed, while Branch’s is kept neat and tidy. As all he wants is to keep a warm and humble space for his husband the moment he comes home from wherever he is.

He knows his bed is as messy as his mind as he shuffles to keep his life balanced on a single thread of his shroud and power. He doesn’t want to abstract any form of his husband, wether inanimate or not.

He looks barely his actual age, no gray hairs, no wrinkles, no heavy bags under his eyes. He’s in a place of love and comfort. All the stress that’s been built up by the suitors, from running a kingdom, and raising a child alone are long gone.

His family is the only love and trust he can see of, the moment he sees them or is in a presence that they hold.. He feels younger. He feels ALIVE.

They are what keep him alive.

The tree still bears fruit after more than 20 years, after being carved and turned into a bed for a symbol of love. It still bears fruit after everything that’s happened, the fruit still blossoms and bears the love Branch and Synth have for each other after everything.

Synth is free to do anything in his chambers, he’s free to cry his heart out as seen with the smudged mascara and face paint on his cheeks, his pink eyes don’t bear the sight of puffy and tired eyes, his mind wanders over to the light peaking from the trees cover. It calls to him and he reminisces the memories that hold all the hope he needs.

His hands hold onto the crown firmly yet also uneasy, like he wants to chuck it into the corner of his room and hope the ground breaks from the sheer force, where it would then be sucked into the quick glitter, never to be seen as he screams his lungs out at the sheer pain of his position, waiting for doom in this palace he rules.

Yet he also wants to hold it tight, to bring him back to 20 years ago, where Branch was still with him, when they were just a happy family with Keith. To cherish all those little things. Hesitant with his decisions as he holds into the last sentimental gift his Branch had given him all those years ago.

The background is empty, he sees nothing else of value.

I may as well learn to animate for the whole “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person.” thing if that’s how you indirectly tempt me 😭

You have built this wedding bed with your blood and sweat.

Carved it into the Flavor Berry Tree where we first met.

A symbol of OUR love everlasting..

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