I’m gonna have to accept my brain may always be soup at this point. But it beats feeling tortured all the time?
Anyway, pointless tattoo plotting. For myself. I don’t think it’s wise to consider what is basically an upper arm sleeve for my first, but it’s fantasy land if it’s just in the sketchbook and honestly? Anything to kick at the art block.
It’s all birds: blue Jay and Baltimore oriole, with fresh spring green ash leaves and an autumnal red oak. And maybe a hexagon in there somewhere, I can’t sort that out.
Anyway, this would encapsulate a lot of my favorite things in one go. All that’s missing is bugs! And a loon and pines, but that’s going on the other arm!
Maybe it’s futile to say this, but this humble scribble is for my use only.
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Behold. A drawing out of the desperation to draw something. The adult kid eclipse au (@digimonlover09 ) children holding Black Star, Blue Moon, and Ravenous respectively.
I will admit the entirety of this is rushed. Details were vaguely thrown on when I remember them. And a lot of proportions and other things are just fucking guessed out of the air. But I tried. I succeeded in drawing something. Even if it took me a good half of the day.
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(this gets mildly heavy and majorly cheesy, and the grammar is terrible so beware)
To Henry,
The character who is quite possibly the main reason I am still here today. The character who has given me hope for the first time in my life; hope in both the future and myself. The character who has not only inspired me to keep on living, but who teaches me everyday how to, as ridiculous as that may sound. Who brings me endless joy and comfort.
He's the safest place I know, the personification of a hug, a guy who feels like the words "it's gonna be okay, dude" come to life. And he's REALLY good at projecting onto lol, as I'm sure the majority of you know. He has a way of making it all feel manageable, or at the very least, survivable, and is proof that you can survive the very worst things, and the next very worst things, with your softness and capacity for kindness still intact. He's proof that those painful things do not have to be the end-all be-all to defining you. They're a part of the picture, sure, but not in the same ways that your loving heart and budding (if questionable) passion for cooking are.
I'll love you forever, Mr. Fox. Bravest guy in the world.
I've been a part of this fandom for over three years now, and I don't know how much longer this will last (my hyper fixations always fizzle out eventually) but I do know one thing:
Happy 27th ya old fuck 🫶
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