Anyway

seen from Germany
seen from Singapore
seen from China

seen from Germany
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Thailand
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
Anyway
mm more progress
the freaking thangs.......
theyve been coated with paper to make em look like yk.not cardboard
now i just gotta paint them🙏 and at some point.do the part ive been dreading.aka making the wings,,,.,,.,,but i have a clearer idea how to do them now so trust me guys
I RLY LIKE HOW THE TAIL CAME OUT IT HAS THIS COOL UH. DEPTH???? TO IT IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT YEA dont mind folly regretevator in the bg
also just wanna say im cooking up an azuretime art that i rly rly like so far but that im also a bit embarrassed of bc of a reason HELP youll see soon i hope erm
yuh
Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 21 of Underline the Blue:
His fingers were cold. In a single moment, hardly concentrating, he dropped the kettle that was half-full of water and still warm, and it fell with a dull thunk! onto his foot. Nate felt the pain from a distance, but the corresponding rush of fury and hatred towards himself was so bright he could have slammed his fingertips against the counter and broken every single one. Janusz started to say something, and Nate sucked down one shaking breath, hands clenching into fists as pain radiated up his ankle. ‘Why can’t I do anything right?’ Nate hissed at himself. ‘I’m such a- I’m such a piece of shit. Why isn’t anyone making me do the right things?!’ His whole body tensed, and Janusz got up and was walking towards him. Nate felt sick with fear, sick with the retribution that might be coming, and angry too, angry that Janusz was going to talk him down and tell him it was okay. ‘It’s not okay,’ Nate said, like Janusz had spoken. ‘Your foot, Nate,’ Janusz said. ‘I don’t care about my foot!’ Nate shouted, turning to prove he could, moving the sore foot and realising it was probably bruised and that nothing was broken, and disappointed, so disappointed that he hadn’t shattered himself, because he was so angry and furious at his own broken self, it was the least he deserved. ‘I don’t care! And you’re an asshole for caring! Why can’t you make me be better? I’m supposed to- I’m supposed to do things! Things that help! What the fuck is the purpose of this place? Are you all just trying to remind me of how fucking worthless I am? Is that it? Huh? Is that your secret, Janusz?’
Becomes creature and runs
No pressure or anything. Just wanted to say I miss seeing you around. Hope you're well.
IM GONNA CRY WHAT NO IM SORRY FOR LEAVING I WONT DO IT AGAIN FOR AWHILE I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR
SNIFF WAH I LOVE YOU ANON THANK YOU FOR REMEMBERING ME IM DOING GREAT I WAS JUST REALLY FREAKING BUSY WITH WORK AND KEEPING STUFF STABLE (cough politics) BUT THANK YOU FOR CHECKINH!!!!
i'm going cuckoo bananas. i have laid a trap for myself. my own oc is The Character. goddamnit
dynamite makes me physically angry