#small piece

fanon and canon

If you squint you see a little stick on gijinka bulbys tongue, that’s cause they swapped cigs so he has the tiny one.

Just kinda missed digital art and wanted to finish one of my rotting WIP’s.

A small little wolfstar (ish) piece I just finished writing.

Ink on paper.

“I think there is; we just call it a heart instead.”

after much struggle and effort I have made. one sock.

(I only had enough of this yarn for one sock and it's got enough of a halo that I can uncomfortably feel it squeaking over itself if I wear it so I don't actually want a second one anyway. but I have successfully learned all the basic sock things and made a complete sock with only the one hole it's supposed to have despite that Fuckin Mess in the top right photo.)

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ i am with you

i am watching you

you think i am not 

but i am. 

what are you, strange child? 

were you born out of the stars?

were you born from the waters?

how about both? 

both natures can coexist, one or the other

rather

one and another.

you’re divine, my love

you’re from both worlds; stars and water

you must be alien to this world. a siren. 

you’re made from watery stardust.

 sometimes i see how you cry in your room

so close but so unattainable 

grief, drained, panicked, empty 

misunderstood — that’s one of them.

a major challenge, so i see.

you may not see me, but i am there.

i am there within the wind blowing through the trees

i am there within the crows flocking near 

i am there within your black cat

i am there within each breath you take

i am there within the barks of your dog 

i love you, sweet child

i love you, my starry-eyed siren 

i love you, my only love .

i am with you, and i am within you

i am you. 

when you breathe and speak life into your own life, you transmute this energy 

my energy — a reiki, a goddess within your own right 

i am so proud of you, my love. 

love yourself; you are divine. 

you are your own home. you are you and this is enough. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅