FFM '23 #...uh, ask me tomorrow by Sakkeru, literature
Literature
FFM '23 #...uh, ask me tomorrow
Iwerne had been awake since sunrise, and the dull, soft thumping had begun soon after. She expected this, and was paying it very little mind as she went through her morning routines. thumpTHUMPthump thump thUMP Time ran languidly, here in the forest. Every moment had all the corners rounded off, and hours could take days if you asked nicely. An August afternoon had lasted a lifetime once or twice, without making anyone too late for dinner. th-thump. …thump! Iwerne opened the shutters. The sunlight dragged itself across the windowsill, half asleep, followed by no breeze at all. She closed her eyes and breathed in, feeling very glad she didn't suffer from hayfever - unlike her husband... ...th-u-m-P!! "Should I call him my late husband, I wonder?" she mused to the pollen-soaked clearing before her. Then, opening her eyes, she raised her head slowly, letting her gaze drift from her feet over the greying ash windowsill, then out along the winding stone path that led to her garden.
FFM '23 #...uh, ask me tomorrow by Sakkeru, literature
Literature
FFM '23 #...uh, ask me tomorrow
Iwerne had been awake since sunrise, and the dull, soft thumping had begun soon after. She expected this, and was paying it very little mind as she went through her morning routines. thumpTHUMPthump thump thUMP Time ran languidly, here in the forest. Every moment had all the corners rounded off, and hours could take days if you asked nicely. An August afternoon had lasted a lifetime once or twice, without making anyone too late for dinner. th-thump. …thump! Iwerne opened the shutters. The sunlight dragged itself across the windowsill, half asleep, followed by no breeze at all. She closed her eyes and breathed in, feeling very glad she didn't suffer from hayfever - unlike her husband... ...th-u-m-P!! "Should I call him my late husband, I wonder?" she mused to the pollen-soaked clearing before her. Then, opening her eyes, she raised her head slowly, letting her gaze drift from her feet over the greying ash windowsill, then out along the winding stone path that led to her garden.
Xio finished beating the rug against the side of the tree, then carried it back inside and spread it out on the floor. He had let the house go in the last couple months, but no more. In only a few hours he had deep cleaned the cottage from top to bottom, save the bedroom where Azena was holed up. He was glad this mess with the Ino’wa was over. After they had made it home, he had admittedly been a little woozy from punching through a roof with his bare head. Xio had sat on the couch, unmoving, for some time. He could hear the fire crackling and Azena’s quiet breathing as she slept. But he couldn’t make himself move. It had been a long time since he had experienced any sort of combat. He wondered if he was growing soft. Too much time cooking and cleaning, and not enough time killing and feasting. Xio had reminded himself that they had won, then pulled himself off the couch. Patching himself up had not been easy. While demons of course were magical creatures, he couldn’t preform magic in
"Can you play like Squidward???"
Sigh. Deep breath. She's six; she doesn't know any better.
Squawk! Squeak honk squawk!
The kids giggle and laugh while I hold back tears. Look what they made me do to my baby, my prefect reed.
"Did you know Squidward isn't actually bad at clarinet?" the resident meme master states. "He sounds bad because he's playing underwater."
Deep breaths. It's okay, Squidward isn't -
"Who would put a clarinet underwater? You'd ruin the instrument."
"It's just a -"
"Squidward is bad at clarinet because he has tentacles, no fingers. He's pressing all the buttons at once."
"Oh."
Furu had always been equated to a swimmer by the ground dwellers who knew nothing about the intricacies of flight, but xe never thought xe would actually end up swimming.
In liquid.
It didn’t matter to the rulers that xe hadn't caused the hurricane that had caused the sky castle to crash, falling off the edge of the clouds of the giant cyclone. (Xe may have inadvertently steered it.)
The swamp kingdom had a strict rule against winged creatures in the underwater city, which was unfortunate since Furu’s wings were definitely attached to xir body, and the surrounding bogs were uninhabitable. Rather than suffer amputation and guara
So to combat feeling a bit down about my art earlier today, I wrote a list of things that were good about it in 2018!
1. I started my dedicated art accounts! During the #adventureapril challenge I created dedicated accounts/pages to post my art separate from my personals, initially under the name "eilidhdraws", then I changed it to "spaceladyart" since it felt easier to remember and spell.
2. My art style has definitely become more consistent, and I've got two mostly distinct styles I'm mostly happy with.
3. I got my first commissions in 2018! It's been a really good experience and seems like it's continuing even if slowly.
4. Uhhh people
So after all the wonderful messages of support and love and encouragement of my art over the past few days, I have just started crying in the street from complete and utter joy. I cannot remember the last time I felt so happy as this - I can barely help from dancing down the road, I feel like my heart is going to leap out of my chest, I want to laugh and sing and dance all at once, and I'm crying on the damn bus. I am overwhelmed by happiness. I love every single one of you more than I can say.
I never thought my drawings would produce such feelings that people would message me out of the blue to say how much they loved them. I never thought
Nice gallery you have <3 Could you give me an opinion on my art and animation. I want to improve my art. I will bring it to improve the next one. Thank you so much ><