writings n art

I made this blog to focus mainly on my art and writing (obviously) and well here's the Blue Period Challenge

Rules:

Seven still-life drawings. Must use at least 3 different materials and spend no more than 5 hours on each piece

The scrapbook. Use anything you want, paste or draw whatever you find interesting. Anything goes

Photo diary. Take a photo each day, I won't be able to print them out so I'll just post them here

4.Full size piece. Can be in any size with any material.

Change the logarithmic expression to an equivalent expression. 

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He glanced at the answer key, frustration building up when he couldn’t figure out how to get to that answer. 

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Wild’s legs began to bounce under the table as irritation seemed to bleed out of his body. His eyes skimmed quickly over the cafe he was in, taking note of the bustle and the chaotic organization that the shop usually ran on. 

A child sniffling in the corner, the mother quietly soothing her daughter. 

Sky’s signature greeting as he welcomed each person that walked through the door. 

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Malon and Time gracefully weave around each other, an old pattern only they were accustomed to as they prepared orders. 

Wars flirting with students as he took seats. 

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Wild reached down to rummage through his bag, breathing a sigh of relief when his fingers brushed by his headphones. Normally the noise wasn’t a problem, he was fine with the whirring of machines and the soft mutters of students nearby. The music wasn’t that bad either, it fit the cozy aura that the cafe had.

It just felt like too much today.

Wild made some sort of distressed noise as his headphones blinked red. Of course he forgot to charge it. Fuck he couldn’t do anything right-

“Wild?”

Wild could feel his body tense up even further. Please don’t come here please don’t come here. He repeated it over and over in his head like a broken record, praying that Malon didn’t try to talk to him. Don’t get him wrong, she was nice, but he couldn’t handle much right now. 

The admission made guilt pool into his stomach, but as her footsteps grew louder the panic slowly started to set in.

“Are you alright?” Malon asked, frowning a bit as Wild tried to smile at her. 

“I’m fine.” Wild hesitated before continuing. “just stuck on a problem.”

Malon peeked over his shoulder, “Math?” 

“Yeah.”

Malon hummed before dropping money on the table. Wild blinked at the change. “What-” 

“You’ve been here for far too long, why don’t you pick up Wind from school? He’s been wanting to go to that new ice cream place for a while.” 

Before Wild could protest Malon was already walking away, and he fiddled absentmindedly with the money. He idly noticed that she gave him extra, just enough for two people 

Legend slowly turned around to stare at their customer. “You already had seven samples, kid.” 

The 4 foot tall incarnation of the devil huffed. “Are you deaf? I want another one.” 

Maybe college isn't worth it. Actually no, it was not worth working waking up at ass o'clock in the morning to spend his time serving ice cream to bratty kids whose mothers didn’t even bother to watch over. He should be sleeping in, he should be enjoying his summer for crying out loud-

The ding of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Legend glared at the kid, silently daring him to ring it again. The kid hesitated for a brief moment, and Legend could feel himself slowly untensing.

Before the kid rapidly began to hit the bell as if his life depended on it. 

“Listen here you piece of shi-” Legend yelped as a hand yanked him back by his collar. He turned his glare to Hyrule, who paid him no mind and instead attempted to pacify the child who was still obnoxiously ringing the bell.

“Can you please stop? I’ll get you another sample if you do.” 

The ringing immediately ceased as the kid perked up. “Really?” 

Hyrule smiled, “Sure, what do you want?” 

“Mango please!”