Corruptober Day 17: Potion
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“What is it?” Her voice wavered with uncertainty. She should not be here.
“Well.. you asked for some way to get him to stop touching you. The only thing he can do from the grave is haunt you.”
“This will kill him?!” She gasped and nearly dropped the bottle.
“Yes. And he will never touch you or your daughter again.”
As someone who loves soccer and working with kids, it's really bittersweet at the end of a season. On the one hand I lose my current team. On the other, I get to know a new group of players and see my past players grow and learn as they have other coaches and play more competitively.
These kids went through so much this past year. It's said a lot. But it's true. I work with 3 to 8 year old children, and the younger the kid, the more clueless they are at interacting with children and other people. This year I taught not only soccer, but how to make friends and interact in more positive ways. And so I wanted to make them something to remember this crazy but fun soccer season.
I cut and sanded down scrap wood, cut out stencils for the team name, season, and each players name and number. I used a pencil to lightly outline my letters for burning and went at it. The backs all had the team name and season, and the other side was personalized for each player with their name and number.
I was hoping to do more art over break, but have just now recovered enough to sit at my desk for long enough. Not COVID as I initially feared, but some other respiratory thing got me. Not that the people from urgent care told me what it was, just sent me straight off to the pharmacy. I can mostly breathe now though, si that’s much improvement.
A piece I did today. Today was a huge struggle.
I did an entire group project this mornig in 2 1/2 hours, sat in class and did the sketch of this piece. Voldemort was out and made all three tasks very difficult. He insisted on sitting on my finger as I typed, and then got upset with me as I had to use it to type, and of course he was attacking my pencil while I was drawing.
The screens, stress, and bird screeching gave me a headache. After lunch I immediately jumped into another class and did the ink on the piece, class ended early and so I was able to lay down for my now migraine before having to meet my group for yet another class. My alarm went off, I drug myself out of bed and turned on my light and nearly collapsed from pain. Put myself into the Zoom room for my group and sat there. Alone. For 20 minutes. Gave up on them and laid back down until the need for food pulled me up again.
Between food, water, laying down, a bath, and two rounds of pain meds, my migraine is now back down to a sharp headache. Man, I did not miss these days at all.
Attempt 2 at a face. As you can see, I gave up on doing matching eyes. Decorated the one a little bit though!
My boyfriend convinced me to start sharing my art, so here it is! I’m a neurodivergent artist and writer who goes by either Ray or Drachen | 22 | self taught |
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