Day 24 - Blog Posts
DAY TWENTY-FOUR Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[book]
Emmet often finds he doesn´t have that much time to read anymore. Audiobooks still work perfectly fine, though.
Daily Doodles- Day 24- 09/05/24
The tag for this is #agdoodles
another catch-up again, but I actually drew this gal on the day! Just didn't post her in time.
I made a new friend through freelance work and we're teaching each other our skills!
He's showing me animation using Blender and I'm going to show him how to use Illustrator via vector artwork.
I drew a simpler version of this cool goth type girl for the tutorial and I decided to draw her again for the daily doodles!
This is how they met, trust me.
Inktober Day 24: Fairy
Day 24: One dozen
Here's something Valentine's Day themed 🌹 Inspired by the Haunted Mansion's Bride design ✨
Also, does anyone else get excited for discount chocolates??
Here’s week 4 of this year’s inktober! Some of these prompts were tricky to draw ☻
This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean
I'll catch up soon, but in the mean time:
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XXIII. Transparent
The pictures flashed on the screen, a unique sort of magic. Yet Draco’s disdain was transparent on his face.
“I thought you didn’t hate muggles anymore,” Harry said bemusedly.
“I don’t,” Draco spoke, sneer stuck on his face, “It doesn’t really go with the decor.”
It didn’t. The olde black house was not meant to hold anything so modern. So simple. So muggle.
“We should make it the statement piece.”
XXIV. Heated
Draco got home to find a piece of paper on the kitchen counter:
Busy with work I left food in the ice-box xo, HP
He took the left-over lasagna from lunch and placed it in the newest muggle addition to their home: the microwave.
He sat at the table alone with his reheated food still cold in the middle and tasting like an attenuated version of what it would taste like with Harry.
XXV. Brume
He braved the streets of Diagon Alley on a foggy morning, when he could blend in with the crowd.
He walked the cobbled streets, with the expectation of his most grim experiences coming to life, but the people simply walked by without a second glance.
Among the brume on the roads, he spotted him immediately. Horrible hair an immediate give away. Green eyes that could shine through the cloudiest skies, already trained on him—a picked up face in the crowd.
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