Compilation of Detox Doodles!
This me trying to replace the urge to scroll with the habit of sketching daily!
My favorite two are the Quails and Geckos!
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Detox Doodles!
This is one of a series of daily sketches that I've been doing to curb my mindless scrolling!
This page is all about Califiornia Quail, my state bird!
Tied up this cute little fly in hand. The wings were very fiddly. Haven't made one of these since last winter. There are plenty of imperfections, but it's a good first attempt for the season. The gold and green wraps are button hole silk. The collar is some kind of duck. The wings are speckled quail.
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AF21 - Setaoc Mass - Ignez - Quail @ Sub Club - 26 Dec feat. Setaoc Mass, Ignez, Quail
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Twilight had cast across the city, as Penny made her way from the factory to a pub named Yakob's five blocks away. She took a circuitous route, starting her journey in the direction of her own home, and then veering off toward the bar half way.
When she arrived, she paused outside the door, and suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder. "Hwaa!" she cried craning her neck around, to see a young man she didn't recognize.
Three Kings and a Princess
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•──⋅☾.1 The Mad Frank☽⋅──•
Note: For those who have been following The Moon’s Hindmost Wound, this story takes place between chapters 11 and 12, before the debriefing.
When Mao got out of the carriage, she was exhausted. The events of the last two days had been draining. First, there was the Mushroom Princess, and then the attempted assassination of the Moon Prince. Everything turned out fine in the end, but Mao would rather live a peaceful life away from royalty and people with wind in their heads.
Speaking of people who were touched, she sighed. The Mad Frank was standing in front of a neighboring brothel, shouting about a guiding star, gifts, and three kings.
At least he wasn’t raving about the end of times. Some of the younger girls got worked up over that. They hadn’t learned yet that someone was always predicting the end of the world. Sometimes, their followers gathered to celebrate when the event was to occur. She had heard of one group that drank poisoned fruit juice when the world failed to end. They were either the Jonesites or the Seven Stars Approach.
Never mind. She was going to get some rest and enjoy her spoils.
“He’s at it again,” said Ukyou, Verdigris House’s bouncer, greeting her.
“Very,” she replied.
“You look tired. I’ll try to steer Madam away from you if she comes looking.”
She nodded in thanks, thinking, “A fool’s errand. Grams is unstoppable, especially if someone tries to deter her.”
She made her way to the shack she called home when she wasn’t at the palace. Luomen was out, which she was glad about. It meant she could do as she pleased.
Before going to sleep, she wanted to look over her treasures. First was the small pot of poison she had received from the assassin. Then came the mushrooms and herbs she had gathered. Of those, the best were the windhead mushrooms and bugbane berries. She carefully put the lemony deathcaps aside.
On second thought, though, she hid them. No point in risking someone eating them or a lecture from Luomen. She wouldn’t sample them, no matter how tempting. And finally, the three roasted #quail she had snagged coming back.
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