Aug 15, 2023
i have a sandsurge now so i'm drawing her! faye is my Blorbo
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i have a sandsurge now so i'm drawing her! faye is my Blorbo
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"i identify as a girl" "i identify as a boy" "i identify as nonbinary"
i identify as a fucking menace
im hands
MY SONA ‼️‼️‼️‼️
i havent posted in SO LONG but here. here LOOK LOOK ITS MY WIP because its nearly my friend's birthday so its a surprise shhh iirc she doesn't check tumblr unless i send her direct links >:D so i should be safe!! i hope she likes it because i've spent so long on the lineart already and i'm still not done,,,,,
ALSO I WILL. I WILL POST MY ART FINAL HERE HEHEHE
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evanescence
hazy glances at blurred timelines, clocks wound up, all wrong, all sacrilegious, as three hours pass by in a day, and he steps back to look at the mess of brush strokes on a canvas the world spins in a mockery of time, and they see mediocrity, a crime against humanity, nothing more than a child's imagination, visualised onto one single food-stained napkin there's a pounding against their head, and bone deep exhaustion settling into every nook and cranny of his body, and he's got thoughts but they slip away, and the lost wanderer falls in defeat. that evanescent moment under a single ray of sunlight, accompanied with the symphonies of wildlife, fades and crumbles under their touch, and they're left with a mockery of themselves church bells chime and they remember they have to go on, and they're wrought with weariness but, it's alright, because the moment is evanescent
im so jittery rn
it's 7 minutes and then i have to talk to my art teacher about my artwork for feedback . it's daunting and i'm scared but i have to do it anyways and i just i'm so irrationally scared
you know, that sketch actually looks okay. i'd even say you nailed the proportions!
it seems like you've finally learned how to apply basic watercolour techniques.
congratulations - that looks okay. i might say it looks good!
will it kill you, will it kill you to say i did well for once? i just want your approval. and this is making me so so scared because what if i fuck up? then it isnt good anymore. you're going to say so much about it.
please, have i done enough? am i good enough for you?