Bread The Pirate Art Things

Fenris body pillow attempt by Fungicaprafelipodae

Sound by Fungicaprafelipodae "You hear the sound of multitudes of birds in flight. Your eyes dart about the sound of falling feathers but there are no birds. Nothing to be seen but the world. The sound is ever growing. It consumes all others in existence filling your view with white. You are nowhere and yet you are everywhere all at once still overcome by the sound of wings in motion. Slowly it fades into the low hum of waves breaking on the shore in the distance. The once pure white world slowly changes into an array of soft pinks and oranges, those of a midsummer sunset. A warmth surrounds you and fills every once of your being all while the waves still crash around you. Below your feet is nothing but effervescence, foaming and fizzling as it consumes your toes in white. You slowly sink into a world of greens and blues as the sound of waves fade into nothingness. It is dark and cold yet every inch of you is radiating with the now familiar warmth. A flash of light catches the corner of your eye. Suddenly a spectrum of neon flashes in the dark, dancing on the horizons. Once again you're haunted by the sounds of feathers... This time however there are few. Their flapping is slow and rhythmic almost in sync with the flashes of light just beyond your reach. They fade slowly into the distance as the flapping continues. You rise from the dark into the familiar pinks and oranges for but a moment before you ascend into the white once more. It again consumes you in a blanket of fluffy nothingness. The warmth within you rushes to your back and yet somehow beyond it. The sound of wings whither from but a few to a singular set. It flaps loudly behind you, drowning out everything once again. Your surroundings change once again but this time into a beam of yellow. A familiar shine caresses you as you look towards it and the flapping once again ceases. As you gaze upon this light you understand finally... You glance around to view the numerous clouds surrounding you and smile as the Sun continues to shine upon you. The warm upon your back coils around you then outstretches in a flash. The warmth begins to take form gyrating back and forth as the sound of flapping can be heard once again. It begins as a beam of gold upon your back slowly morphing into the softest shades of pink and white. Feathers begin to form from the array of colors shrouding you. Wings. They flap and flutter behind you. The clouds amongst you dissipate into the sunset and below you once again is the sound of waves. A sea of blues and greens are beneath you, the pinks and orange are to your sides and in front of you is the sun shining the brightest it has ever shone. It's time for you to go home." I have to have surgery for the first time ever and I'm a little scared. I'm trying to not let it get to me but it's hard. I've never really been "sick" to this extent before and it's scary. I'm so thankful for friends and family who are here for me but even they can't make this fear completely go away. I think this will help get it out of my system however. I've always felt better if I could vent my feelings through my art.

Where is the Love by Fungicaprafelipodae

6 Sisters by Fungicaprafelipodae

Eyyyyyyyyyyyyy 2.0 by Fungicaprafelipodae

Ice Queen by Fungicaprafelipodae

BOOP by Fungicaprafelipodae

Doing anything and suddenly- by Fungicaprafelipodae

Never touch the hair by ponies-ponies

Freckled Monster by ponies-ponies

I saw the ocean also someone died by ponies-ponies

Ridickle by ponies-ponies

Bleeeeeer by ponies-ponies

Ermahgerd maps by ponies-ponies

French by ponies-ponies

Doodle Bread by ponies-ponies