Omer & Owyn - By Fatharani Yasmin

Éomer & Éowyn - by Fatharani Yasmin

Just because it's digital art, doesn’t mean it has to look fake. Now more than ever, it’s so important to show that what we create is made by a human being ♥️

This is a preview of my latest patreon tutorial - find it here!

Its zelda time~

Attention Wingfeather fans—Episode 2 of Season 2: Fingap Falls will be FREE on the YouTube channel for 24 hours, starting tomorrow (7/12/24)!

Check it out here when the stream starts:

According to a comment made by the channel, there WILL be an encore airing of the S1E1: Flight of the Wingfeathers for any who missed it—so if you weren't able to catch it before, you'll have a chance to again! 💎

So like excuse me but when was someone gonna tell me about WingFeather Saga? Like sure it starts out a little slow but boy the soup got THICK in book 2 HeLLO?

Of Summer I'll Sing

Of summer I’ll sing, and joyous is the song That mingles in the dusk with smoke and sparks Or stretches up to greet the skirting sunrise This quiet hour bleeds with fervent praise.

Warm work-filled days and chilly nights, Humble adventures come knocking at my door. No job’s a chore when no job is beneath you And so the song is lifted up while washing cars Or stacking wood, or patching up a scrape.

Of summer I’ll sing, and singing  Twines with cicadas in the evening air. I’ll sing of warmth, of crowded afternoons peopled with delight Of deep water, and the coolness of memory.

Knees sometimes bruised and bug bites bandaged over, Calloused fingers skipping over pages,  Braiding hair and making fires, The song humming from throats made sore by laughter.

I sing of forests still and yet alive The song twines round the trees  And swoops through daisy meadows  And leaps again up, up To fields where stars add harmony

The song goes on, it tells the tale Bright and lithe, winding on for ever “In every masterpiece is proof of hope, In all our joys the mark of He who made them.” 

And so I add my stumbling melody Unto the tune that turns and turns forever, My eyes behold each day of beauty fresh And cannot help but wonder at the glory.

So sing will I of summer, As long as song and summer still live on, And hope and laughter mingle with the dusk, And stars emerge to add their harmony.