Day 11 - Blog Posts
DAY ELEVEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
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Babies´ first formal event.
Daily Doodles- Day 11- 27/04/24
Wrote the wrong date. I did this doodle at 12 am. I was still awake, so why not? Also needed to catch up, because I was THREE DAY behind!
She's supposed to have bubble hair, but they also look like scales 🫧 🐉
The tag for this is #agdoodles
Ectoberhaunt day 11: "Dark and stormy night"
This one is actually the piece that got me out of my art block, and for that, I will be forever grateful 🥲
Day 11 of the HPRecFest
A dark fic
@hprecfest
MIND THE TAGS
Day 11: Transport
Here’s week 2 of this year’s inktober! I’m really happy with the results of these prompts! ☻
Day 11: Cruel
This was rather difficult to figure out what to draw. In the end, I came up with a feeling that I'm certain a lot of us struggle with. It sucks, but it's also kinda reassuring to know that it's not an uncommon thought, and we're not alone in this
100 Days of Productivity
Day 9/100
duolingo (three languages)
looked into Irish textbook options
attended lecture
Day 10/100
Reorganised craft space
duolingo (three languages)
Day 11/100
three readings
forum contribution
reviewed lecture notes
developed work style matrix
Inktober
Day 11: Snow
I don't know why but it just didn't want to be focused! Sorry :(
Franstober, Day 11 "Soft"- @uhhbananafrappe
Au:Overtale
Day 11- Hot Cocoa palette
Red Girl and attempted fisheye, I might be a bit too colorblind for this palette
Corruptober Day 11: Statue
@zrex-utau
So much for trying to keep on time this year. Yesterday was a whirlwind of cleaning and preparing for guests and my little downtime was spent doing other things.
It felt slightly like cheating using Weeping Angels from Doctor Who, but I just love their concept and execution so well that I couldn’t find anything else I wanted to do.
XI. Forgotten
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The end of the war wasn’t long ago yet it still felt like decades had gone by. Even further in the past were his early years at Hogwarts. Every once in a while, Draco would think back to the boy he used to be. There’s lots he felt regret for.
But deep inside, he still sometimes missed him. The way he used to not have to worry. The future, something in the distance he needn’t bother with. Back then he felt on top of the world, untouchable.
Above all he felt jealous. The way his younger self could so easily feel joy in a way he would stop being able to. Angered at how it became like letting himself stop to bask in glee would sever his presence in the present. So those jubilant moments had to be hidden away.
Later to be forgotten.
Or were they stolen from him?
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