seen from Italy
seen from China
seen from Pakistan

seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from China

seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Germany

seen from Australia
#StrengthenYourCore with #psalm 13 #hearttoheart with God. The Psalmist has a major #fleshout Abe we all have been there and done that. But read how it ends with. #truthin miraculously so https://www.instagram.com/p/ByqAAyeHzW3/?igshid=ppmrw2godps9
The #Paradox of a #SingleMinded #Marriage: Marriage combines two into one #complex to #FleshOut #single #mindsets! #STEELYourMind #InkWellSpoken #DoubleMinded #mindset #TwoShallBecomeOne
Thin line work done. Gonna flesh it out tomorrow. Mojito anyone? Working line art. #anime #manga #commission #art #digitalart #illustration #draw #sketch #illustrator #photoshop #lineart #sketch #mojito #girlfriend #woman #fleshout
#fleshout #flushout #idea
Prompt for Avery
Finneas Martin Avery was born to Martin and Ava Avery. his father had been a blacksmith in Lion's Gate City since his apprenticeship, and took advantage of his natural charisma and good looks to court a young woman whose wealthy father was prominent with the expanding mining industry beyond the country's borders in newly claimed Maji Wilds territory. Martin appreciated the man's gumption and willpower to brave the Maji and Sun people's heathenish wrath, but he appreciated Ava Fountaine's , ahem, assets much more.
They met when she was 15, and he 19, during a routine item pickup at his master's smithy. Martin had worked all day, filling molds and dealing with impatient, stupid people who didn't understand just what it took to make the stuff they were griping for. He was a slight looking man for his age who would grow wildly in the coming year or two but showed no sign of it for a while yet. His hair was a mop of violent orangey red and his skin was littered with freckles and burns. His trousers, apron and shirt were varying degrees of filthy and grey colored. Soot and metal filings muddied everything about him and Martin privately felt that if he hadn't been a ginger he'd have disappeared from view and avoided the coming storm walking into his shop. He'd just about closed up when the impatient booming voice of someone used to being obeyed rang through his world. He was greeted by the sight of a large paunchy man in an expensive suit and coat and a ridiculous mustache tickling his fat cheeks. He recognized this man as a semi regular client but because Martin wasn't much higher in rank than the shop's resident billy goat he'd never had to bother with the likes of Mr. Archibald Fountaine. Martin had been deathly tired, and Mr. Fountaine's arrogant demands of reopening the shop and filling an order for two hundred pieces of mining equipment and a silver locket drowned out any polite protest Martin uttered.frustrated an the tragic inability of Mr Fountaine to speak at a volume lower than shout Martin stood ready to tell the demanding man to stick it when a small, stubbornly pretty voice told Mr Fountaine to stuff it for him. Martin turned towards the direction of the helpful voice and saw heaven on heels walking towards him, wearing a crinoline dress of pale yellow and paisley, her almost white hair framing a delicate, dispassionate face.
" Ava, how dare you deride me in front of this boy? go back to the carriage, we'll speak in a moment."
Mr Fountaine's demands fell on deaf ears. It was obvious his daughter wouldn't do anything he wanted unless it was suited her. Leaving so he could bully an exhausted Smithy minion wasn’t on that list.
The girl's eyes narrowed, and Martin could almost smell the burning defiance that glared out at her father. She held her tongue momentarily, then the tirade began.
" I'll do no such thing. That boy's been trying to tell you to shut up and come back tomorrow for ten minutes now. You haven't been listening. You never do." She fumed, turning her back to him and looking directly at Martin to avoid her father's venomous gaze. Martin looked towards the older man and felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. No good would come of meeting that glaring rage face. He met the girl's instead. Ava, was it? A fine, fine name for such a strong tempered woman.Lovely, like the girl herself. Martin went down a rabbit hole of appreciation for a heart beat or two then caught himself. He was smitten, and in a panic he saw her knowing teasing smile. She knew! With a wink Ava turned around to argue with Mr Fountaine further as Martin's face burned in embarrassment.
" At any rate Father, “ she continued.
“it's almost sundown. Do you really want this boy-he's no more than an apprentice, judging by his look- to craft the fine pieces of machinery you need for the mine? Wouldn't the Smith MASTER be a better choice, you'd get a bargain likely too. See, he's not even big enough to swing a hammer, let alone the caliber of tools you'd need for your order! He'd bungle them by merit alone if you forced him to work tonight. I'd really wait for one who looks a little more capable. Even his shoes are on fire."
Martin thought she was laying on inadequacy rather thick, but a burning sensation on his foot distracted him. At Ava's comment he looked down and with a yelp saw he'd let a hot coal fall from the billow onto his foot. It had doggedly tried to burn through his boot and almost made it. He jumped about and swore in a stupid half dance/panic and knocked the offending coal and the burgeoning flames off, sheepishly babbling apology as his senses returned. Ava rolled her eyes.
Mr Fountaine thought hard which looked to Martin like alot of effort for him, then after Martin's showy display of moronic dance steps he agreed with Ava's observation. His eyes narrowed as he demanded Martin to watch in the morning and to alert his master that an important order would come by dawn. Martin bowed and thanked the man for his patronage, apologized again for his shining idiocy and told many pleasant lies to get him on his way. When Ava and her father left, Martin breathed a sigh of relief with a little stab of regret. Ava seemed like someone he would have liked to chat with greatly. He put the thought aside and worked towards the last of his chores before he saw Ava had forgotten her powder compact on his work bench. He ran out to find the carriage, but it was far gone into the night. Worried, he wondered how he'd return it to Ava when curiosity piqued. He opened the little bauble. Inside the compact a little scrap of paper with a dainty scrawl read:
“ Pleasant time in meeting you Hotfoot, perhaps you can teach me to dance so well, someday.” Her name and address were inscribed on the inside.. Martin smiled and took a steadying breath. He leaned on his work tables, weighing his thoughts.
"Oh boy," He said to no one in particular.
"Tomorrow should be fun."