my new years art resolution is to treat the 3d models i make as less of bespoke one-time use props, and more like digital little toys i can play pretend with 🤔
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thank you and sorry to all the people who've tagged me in wip wednesday/seven sentence sunday/etc posts in the last couple of weeks while i've been offline and not interacting with posts, i appreciate you tagging me and i will hopefully be less useless going forward <3
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@dreamedfyre continued from here
She dislikes public gatherings. Perhaps not as much as her mother, but Jaehaera prefers the quiet isolation of her nursery to the loud buzz of people drinking and celebrating around her. Unlike her twin brother, who is quite social and likes to mingle, the girl is the exact opposite. Jaehaera does not speak in the presence of strangers, nor does she engage with them. Most people in her surrounding have never heard the girl utter a single word, including her own father, so she will surely not strike up conversations with half drunk courtiers, who pinch her cheeks and tell her for the umpteenth time that she is small for her age and somewhat strange. They do it with affection, but it doesn't soften the sting of their words.
Jaehaera knows that she is growth stunted and odd and doesn't need others to tell her. They believe her to be slow witted due to her silence, but behind the unmoved face lies a sharp mind that she is very able to use. But she has nothing to prove to those people, given that she is just the spare and of no importance to future politics until she is of marrying age. Her brother is heir and should, Gods forbid, anything happen to him, there's Maelor. Girls are just tools to further men's political agendas, something she has already learned at her young age by the way she watches her grandsire scheme and plot. Her own father is not very interested in politics at all, which is probably unfortunate, given he has usurped the throne.
A hand takes hold of her and Jaehaera immediately knows it's her mother's, before her lavender eyes have even fixed on her. She would recognize her among a million people, because she is the only person the girl feels close to. Whisked away into a corner, Haera points over to the dais where Jaehaerys is propped on their father's knee, who is drunk and laughing with his knight, most likely about something inappropriate to her for a child. She has no objection about leaving the feast, because the whole spectacle is wearing her down. Her grandmother has tended to her for the majority of the night, until Haera wandered off after a little mouse she spotted minutes ago. Unlike her mother, she is not particularly fond of insects, but rather small furry creatures, like mice, rats, moles and ferrets. She can tell now that her mother is anxious and wants to escape the loudness of the great hall and the prospect of even more unwanted conversations. "Leave Haerys", she suggests, because her brother seems content and their grandmother and grandsire are still present to watch and return him later. No one trusts their father around the children on his own.
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i haven’t been on tumblr in a hot minute (it’s been a few days)
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💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️
I forgot I had this. I am so sorry 🤦🏻♀️
Uh, let's see. This gets harder every time it comes around.
I love feeling like I have actual friends for once, because school (especially high school) sucked in the making life time friends category
I love that I've come into my own style clothing wise, and that my mother supports me while also being honest if something looks genuinely ridiculous
I love cheese and I just remembered I have mozzarella sticks in the freezer 🤣 (I just woke up like 22 mins ago as of writing this)
I love that I get to meet such amazingly talented people on this hellsite, even though I still feel like an outsider to their social groups
And I love life more nowadays. It's still hard. It's not perfect, but I want to be here and I want to do things so that's got to be good for something.
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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
[text under cut]
1. Have you ever been in love?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. It's me and him
b. Our hearts beat in sync
c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. I couldn't do anything
b. I lost my balance
c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void?
Please answer clearly, in full sentences.
(Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2):
Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours
Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False:
i. It was your fault.
ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances.
iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him.
iv. You would do it all over again if you could.
v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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sketch cover thing for imgur link:
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