[ ♡ ] " oh, mr. frog ... " - dmce #art ------------------------- FULLSCREEN. I BEG. scratch likes running over the quality with a bulldozer click the drawing to get the filtered version(s) ! also,, press b for a surprise :] 1. og before i remembered the symbol on the sleeve 2. filtered 3. sleeve 4. sleeve filtered umm lets talk about how many thinking my brain did??? like why did i put so much thought into where legs belong on the body even though emy is wearing a skirt- ALSO. UM. cy drew a background??? WHAT?? and water?? this is seriously unheard of i would like to clarify that the frog is a joke and is supposed to look goofy :] to ggx: WOAH UMMMM cg on 11k (at the time im writing this lol) your art never ceases to amaze,, and the way you form your detailed replies to stuff is just like??? IDK ITS SO COOL and your writing!!!!! aagh your writing for the story was honestly very captivating ,, but um CONGRATS YOU DESERVE IT --- Emy stood in the pond, dress soaked and heart heavy. A frog hopped nearby. Well, she assumed it was a frog. It had rather big eyes. And tiny stick legs. "Oh, Mr. Frog.." She sighed, launching into her own monologue, based off of one she had read in a book. Lucky her, reading it before the Garden Maids whisked it away, murmuring and discussing its contents before returning it to Emy. They had torn out every single page except the copyright. Perhaps they were pretty. Perhaps they were kind. But the copyright, really? Emy wasn't sure if she could forgive them for that. "Oh, Mr. Frog.." She repeated, searching for the right words. "Life with the garden maids is awful, really! It's just awful." The frog croaked. Or choked on it's tongue, maybe? Emy decided that it was telling her to continue. “It’s boring… they have no personality, or rather, just the same one. They tell me to be creative, and that it’d be terrible if everyone was the same.” Emy hesitated. Was she really doing this? Was she really confiding her life’s struggles to a frog? “But look at them,” She huffed. “Clones of.. Something unique.” It wasn't unique anymore. Not to her, anyways. Under any other circumstance, perhaps she'd want someone like the garden maids in her life. Perky, caring... hardly any negatives. There were just too many of the same, she supposed. It wasn't original. There was no.. no 'spice' to her life. Emy pulled the ornate butter knife from her hair, twirling it in her hands. The frog inched away slowly. “Ah, did I scare you? It’s nothing to be afraid of. The tip isn’t sharp. The maids let me eat with it, so..” She froze. “I- I wonder why they tried to take it from me.” There was a rustle in the trees nearby, and the frog hopped away before Emy could wonder any further. --- credits: song: "recently," by liana flores . "A KNIFE!" vine art: code: (zoom) character:
