Hello! Its the holiday season, and santas-workshop
is getting ready to grant wishes! The idea of the group is that anyone can send in a letter to the elves (like me!) and it'll come true. If you want to give a friend something personalized for them but can't draw it yourself or just want to see a favorite character of yours come to life for the holidays just let the group know
Also I wanted to feature some watchers again, so here goes!
Before You SleepWhite. Everything in this bloody place was buggin white. White walls, white floors, even the clothes they had made him wear since he was very young, were white. White like a shroud, like snow.
They said the Glade had color; emerald green grass, blue, endless sky, earthy browns.
It was so cold here, the icy touch constantly reaching through the walls of WICKED's stronghold, trying to run frozen fingers down his back.
They said the Glade was always warm; that you could sleep outside if you chose and that fresh food grew year round.
But, best of all, there was no Flare in the Glade. No madness, no danger, no cranks.
The Glade was a paradise, or so they said.
Newt sat on his bed, hands clasped together as he mentally tried to hold onto these ideals. He couldn't risk letting them slip through his fingers, because if they did; he'd change his mind.
The only reason he was going was because he wasn't an immune and he knew that. If he didn't go, if he refused, WICKED would send him to the neare