it wasn’t all anne media but i have submitted anne media in the past, i usually use the procreate program. i will share here. top is anne and gilbert in the anne of avonlea book setting. below is a redmond era fantasy that anne got her head out of her arse sooner rather than later which makes for why redmond is in the background. i’ve also done blue castle art.
MYSTERIOUSGREG I AM BEGGING; STOP BEING SO MYSTERIOUS AND START BEING PUBLIC SO THAT YOU MIGHT BE PROPERLY APPLAUDED HELLO THESE ARE GORGEOUS AND I WANT TO CRY???? THEY ARE SO GOOD? I honestly cannot decide which one I like more?!! I AM OBSESSED.
Also. also. ALSOGWLAHS I think there’s some kind of Blue Castle art challenge that recently went off here on tumblr??? Consider submitting??? I’m sure it’s never too late for such things!
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so here i am (re-)watching Black Sails (let's talk about that some other time), and there's a bit where a priest is reciting psalm 23 at a funeral (warning, spoilers, there's a funeral in a 10-year-old TV show about pirates)
the words are a bit off, so being me, i dig up the text from the book of common prayer, 1662 edition (which would have still been current in the time of the show, aftermath of the war of the spanish succession). Some similarities, but not the text.
reader, they were using the text from the nineteen-seventy-eight new international version. that priest was a time traveller with no poetry in his soul, i tell you.
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dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever
the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.
"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."
your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.
"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."
your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"
you suppress a giggle. "coffee."
"coppee?"
"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.
you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.
"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"
"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.
"i want coppee."
"hm? what?"
"coppee!"
"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"
you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.
"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."
"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.
“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”
“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”
sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"
"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."
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Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
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