Ok I guess I at least made (some) progress on tonight’s livestream.
Dipping from the skies, winds at her will, her voice alive on the scorching southern air. So tranquil a demeanor belying a voice of thunder and a soul on fire; Wind-bringer of the South.
FINALS ARE OVER, MOVED BACK TO TEXAS, TIME TO CELEBRATE. ARTTT
[dying whale noise]
I’m feeling really under the weather so I’m trying to chew through this painting instead of doing something real like cramming for finals
Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire’s in your eyes
And this chaos, it defies imagination
Ooh, 5, 6, 7, 8 minus 9 lives
You’ve arrived at panic station
Hemlock Grove-inspired werewolf appreciation art.