I Dont Know What Im Doing - Blog Posts

I just got a drawing tablet.

I like undertale.

I wanna make an oc.

I suck at drawing and I'd have to make a whole backstory and au..🥲

Just some quick questions--

is it normal to be in pain after writing? More specifically your face? Just wanna make sure of something.

Uhhh does this work?

@snowcapmt @ahrva

Starting a picrew chain! X

Tagging @twilight-idiot @jay-the-local-acetronaut @whisp404 @twink-between-worlds @star-ocean-peahen if you guys want to :)

Here's a little challenge for any artist: draw one mouse that's part of this thing I will never finish

As you can see, I don't need AI "art programs" to draw the weirdest stuff possible. Also, little poem thing that mostly doesn't rhyme cause fuck no I am bad at poetry, and also because it fits the drawing. Don't ask why there are some buildings, I have no idea either.

So, i dont know if this is a post that i actually saw somewhere.. or if this is one i saw in my dream. I feel like it was in my dream. But there was this post i dont remember the first post but someone has rebloged and said wizards and warlocks are just magical boys but doing it wrong. Do with this what you will.

don’t question it I have no answers

This is just weird but somehow kinda impressive that I made this? Although the eyes are images that I found on google

A Finale Dance

As they danced in that empty, dimly lit gym hall, with none to criticise or see ,they were free from the chains that held them down. They could dance and sing to the beats of their hearts, like the day in the ice rink or the woods.

He was like fire, filled with love and compassion, twirling around letting the air guide him, as his steps were full of life.

She was like water, following through an endless ocean fording her own path, destroying those that doubted her as her heart guided her, making her steps were light and sure.

And as they dipped and lifted each other up, it was like a swirling tornado of hot and cold air. As they twirled around each other, pulling each other close and pushing each other away. Like their hearts verses the world. Forcing each other apart as they desperately wished to pull each other close.

But as the song came to an end, and the heavens finally looked away they knew that it would never be the same even if they wished it to be. They needed each other, to dance, to believe, to be.  

But now was not the time, not for them but for the world. So as they stepped apart they decided to let the stars die, before something tried to kill it. Cause they weren't ready for the task ahead, they weren't ready to make history. Not ready to write all the desperately needed to be written, to show all that needed to be known.

Cause they were just two people with stars in their hearts wishing to reunite, they were people with a thousands of stories of tragedy hidden on their skin and a fire in their eyes. They had no armour, no skin of steel, no hearts with barricades. They were just two people wishing to hold each other, two people with souls who have never had the time. Two souls that fell at the wrong time and in the same way.

And so in that empty, dimly lit gym they knew that the right time would never come, it would always be to late or to early. But they couldn't risk it. They no longer had army's guarding their hearts or armour guarding their skin they were human. And they were carrying exhausted souls through the same streets of tragedy, carrying they same love and pain.

So as they looked at each other, hearts heavy, souls tired and deeply in love they turned away. Each walking their own path waiting for a when the time was right. But they knew that the only chance would be to look back and run to each other.

However that  would be the guilt and pain they would bear. Alone and healing, wishing for another dance.

But time goes on. Even in heart ships, they will heal, cause they've survived a lot more hardships trying and failing of course. One day though they may succeed. They might get that last dance.