a random draft where i was ramblingg about witch hat & art to myself for myself :)
rare time i feel like actually going off about the thing i’m having fun with right now in more detail ... but not on twt where strangers might try to discuss back at me lol sorry but that is scary. (not that you even have the room to soliloquy on there)
i love how there's characters for varying types of artists to relate to. people like agott who have been adept at drawing from a young age but feel overwhelmed by feelings of not meeting their expectations. and are driven mostly by feelings of wanting to prove their worth..
people like oru who have always been around the art but now are burnt out from commissions and wondering just what they're drawing for... and ones i relate to the most personally like coco and qifrey, who started drawing at an older age to the skilled people around them. like coco i'm so happy that i'm in the world of drawing(/magic) now and excited every day but also weighed down by fears that i'll never get to what i where i need to be after starting at this late stage and also whether i'm really cut out for this....
and like qifrey i only started drawing after a narrow escape from trauma... i started drawing to make sense of what my life is now, just as he was invited by beldaruit to become a witch because it was the only safe path he could take. (although i've not been through anything quite like what he's been through... ouagh)
and there’s tetia who just wants to draw to make other people feel happy about what she’s made, to have fun, and spread hope and happiness and gratitude. who feels so happy whenever someone thanks her for what she’s created - i understand now how it feels to want to thank them for thanking her and how making art, when you get a meaningful response, can be a truly warm communal type experience. but you do need that response - her overwhelming happiness when the dragon thing was happy and she said it was the first time she’d ever felt fully appreciated for her magic and it made her soooo happy. she had been drawing until then, but it was the last puzzle in place to make her realise the breadth of what magic can be for her.
and riche who is determined to not lose the “her”-ness from her art, doesn’t want to learn new techniques and become more regular and orthodox in style if it means she feels she’s losing something... i get that!!! precious autistic-coded child... the ways we feel about our art differ depending on our own mental landscapes. hahhhh... shirahama said she began this series because she was having a conversation with artist friends about how it feels like drawing just really is magic. i mean..... it is.
i think writing feels like magic too, and i’m glad i can do both now. any creation is total magic. i’ve drawn scenes that were in my head and that’s let other people see them and if i can trust their comments about it, has moved them in some way or at least let them imagine a scene or a situation that they wouldn’t have imagined otherwise. but it’s different from just telling someone about it. when you draw something, or write something it really exists now - outside of you. THAT’S SO WEIRD.
i liked drawing a lot of takarazuka things (before i realised i got kind of burnt out drawing all this transcore stuff that people were not exactly responding to because it’s so niche and weird lmao) but drawing fanart for something that also ONLY exists in art is so special. it’s not acted by real people. like.. they’re just little people that someone drew and now i draw them too. total magic. and she gets up and draws them every day the same as me...
i love that a manga isn’t just art, it’s storytelling too. doing both writing and drawing at the same time - it feels like such a perfect and fascinating combination of skills and facets of creation. i’m better at writing than drawing, so i don’t feel like i can express my original stories well enough in comic form just yet. but i might just get there.
the world is so confusing and overwhelming and terrible every day. only creation is something i can understand. sometimes i can’t understand it - when i feel REALLY bad, it’s definitely like, what’s the point. and i wish i had more things to experience at present than just creation - i want to be outside and just feel and be as well as create. and at some point i’ll definitely stop posting my creations online. but creating has become something that i don’t need to understand the reason for it - so at those times when i wonder what the real point to any of this is.... lately, i usually still create anyway. just as you’d still breathe and sleep even though you’re hurt and confused by the horrors of the world. it’s becoming how i express myself. i find myself drawing pretty much every day because it’s part of how i make sense of shit now and i naturally want to do it. not doing it is painful.
i hope this magic continues. i hope it becomes far more wonderful than i can even imagine from here.
and i won't lose.
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which bts somg do you think suits each member the pack's relationship most? Still with you really fucked me bad rn I cannt get it out of my mind,,,
ooooooooh this is a really good question.
yoongi and the m/c - like we'll never have sex by lela ross (ooh, if i think about the 'de-polute me' line too hard i'll cry).
jin and the m/c - sweet nothings - taylor swift (i think this song shows like- a willingness to indulge, which is how their relationship functions- the m/c is willing to indulge jin's controlling behavior and jin is willing to indulge her and her needs)
jk and the m/c - kitchen song by tessa violet (jk is such a light charecter i think their relationship needs a light song as well- this song actually makes me cry every time i listen to it though, especially the "all my love" part.)
namjoon and the m/c - J's lullaby by delaney bailey (this has such a sweet lullaby vibe to it, very much feels like namjoon is telling the m/c all of these things as she rests against his chest.)
tae and the m/c - Naked in manhattan by chappel roan (I really like the way this song describes their wanting at the very beginning of their relationship, to be honest i think that every bit of chappel roan's discography could be their song- i know i've shown my love for pink pony club in particular in regards to their relationship).
jimin and the m/c - Like real people do by hozier (yeah, the m/c doesn't feel like a real person because of her trauma and jimin doesn't feel real because of his undiagnosed autism).
Hobi and the m/c- meet me at our spot- willow smith, birds of a feather by billy eilish (hobi gets two because meet me at our spot has always been their song, but i heard BOAF a little while ago and it's been stuck in my head.)
if you want me to do the other realtionships! like jin and namjoon and stuff! i can do that~ it will just take me a little while cuz there are alot of bily pairings <3
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hc that hunter and willow end up sharing a lot of clothing and because hunter has issues with the texture of certain fabrics, he sews that little W patch to remind himself that this or that belongs to willow. theres ceirtaintly an easier way to remember other than sewing an entire patch, but he enjoys designing patches that match the clothing. anyways look at what uve done to me im thinking up domestic huntlow hcs
I could imagine that during the time spent in Camila's house, mixing up clothes was a frequent occurance. Usually between Luz, Amity and Gus. They're all roughly the same size so they'd pull out a shirt, take one look at it and be like "yeah this is probably mine." Considering they're GFs, Luz and Amity wouldn't mind. But Gus would definitely complain if he saw either of them in one of his dino shirts tho lmao.
Willow and Hunter are also susceptible to this but less so. Hunter accidentally wore one of Willow's T-shirts once and when she was like "Borrowing my shirt, huh? ;)", he was absolutely mortified.
"O-oh! Is this yours? I didn't-- I-I'm so sorry. I mean, looking at it now... obviously it's yours. It's got mushrooms on it. Like, duh, am I right? I'll-I'll take it off immediately lemme just--"
"Now I know you're not about to take the shirt off right now in front of her, right?" Gus quickly adds before he embarrasses himself any further.
Hunter freezes, hands bunched in the hem, seconds before yanking the shirt over his head.
"ObViOusly not!" His voice cracks, face scalding. "That'd be weird. So weird! No I-...I'll wash it for you! I know you don't want my weird smell on it..."
Willow tilts head to the side, cocking an eyebrow "I don't?" She asks innocently.
All Hunter can manage is a confused but horribly flustered squeak. It's amazing the heat didn't melt the skin of his face off.
Gus has to give Willow a stern talking to later that day. ("You WILL kill him if you don't tone it down. Stop the violence, Park!!!")
Anyway, after that happens, Hunter does not throw on just anything. He carefully scrutinises every article of clothing he dons and makes absolute certain that it belongs to him. So yeah I could imagine him sewing in little name tags just to keep Willow's clothes out of his pile.
However, this is the point where Willow starts "accidentally" wearing his clothes in return. She bounces into the kitchen for breakfast in one of his rocko button downs and it makes his galdorstone fucking flatline. Sees his life flash before his eyes as he chokes on his cereal. He cannt TAKE this shit anymore man.
You know his sweater? The soft yellow one? Willow once asked to borrow it. She, Lumity and Vee were heading out for a girls day and she had this cute skirt that she wanted to wear and that sweater would match it perfectly and... ���
Anyway when Hunter gets it back, there's a strong scent of perfume on it.
"You'll probably wanna wash that." Willow winks, fully aware that he hasn't a notion of washing it. She leaves Hunter a pile of mush, clutching the sweater to his chest for dear life.
He wears it the next day. There's still traces of Willow's scent on it. He tries to be casual about it but fails miserably. She grins like an idiot all day long.
But yes YES absolutely. In a few years time they are constant clothes sharers. Deliberate this time. Very funny to think about Willow intentionally avoiding textures that Hunter doesn't like when clothes shopping, even when they're for her. Cuz like...they'll end up on him at some point probably. If she owns fabrics that bother Hunter, it's clothes that aren't really his style anyway. But shirts, pants, jackets, hoodies. These are all fair game.
Hunter STILL distinguishes every article of clothing with the personalised little patches but you want to know the biggest reason I think he does this?
He wants people to know. He likes flaunting who he's dating honestly.
Luz: *pointing at the leaf patch on the sleeve of Hunter's jacket* Lemme guess. This is your girlfriend's?
Hunter: *is not a teenager anymore and tries to resist the urge to giggle. Fails anyway* yeah 🥰
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@legoriel-fan this is the one inspired by that link you tagged me in, so I blame you.
Legolas x reader: Not All Come Back.
Word count: 1279 (pretty short, oops)
He understands.
Finally he understands. What causes his fathers protective nature, the reason for his closing the borders of his kingdom. Why King Thranduil keeps those he cares for so close, so protected.
It has taken this. No arrows fire from Legolas' bow, as foes and friend alike make a barrier between himself and you, you who are locked in combat with a troll that is at least six times the size of yourself.
You take it down, but not without a sickening crack from your leg, broken by a final sweep from the horrid creature's mace.
Legolas cries you name, but despite his elven strength he cannot clear a path to your side. He is forced to pull his daggers free, slaying many, but not enough. Never enough.
You are unbable to stand, and glancing at your leg provides a hopeless sight. Not bothering to stiffle the sound of pain that escapes, you drag yourself against the troll and pull free your belt of knives.
Each throw finds a target, but there are only so many of the weapons, and the enemies are endless. Legolas fights against the tide as you loose the last knife. An orc steps close, jagged dagger in hand and malicious smirk on it's face.
Legolas is pressed in from all sides, silver in his hands flashing on auto pilot, he cannit move.
He can only watch.
The orc stomps on the already shattered leg and your body wrenches in pain. You lash out with a half spear from the ground, the orc dodges to the side, but to late and his side is slashed open.
Ripping the weapon from your grasp, it mimicks the movement, cutting your stomach open. It's other hand still holds the knife, which he applies to your face; slicing from right below your hairline, through your brow and down to your chin.
Back. He's been pushed further away, the tide of battle will not allow him closer, but he needs to, he needs to get to you. The accursed orc kicks you, hitting the wound. You roll a few feet before landing, absolutly still.
The Eagles have come, but Legolas does not notice. The majestic birds however, do notice the sound that next escapes the fair prince's body; it is the sound of a shattered heart, breaking the body.
And Legolas understands.
Suddenly by his side is a red haired windmill of fury and determination. Axe hewing oponents with a will, Gimli shouting in Khuzdul.
When a small area is cleared, the dwarf kneels, Legolas taking only a moment to see the idea. Once he does, he feels enough love for the dwarven race to orchestrating an epic balled in their honor, maybe thirteen of them.
"You are mad," Legolas says placing a foot into the double hold of Gimli's hands. "But bright stars I am as well. Away!"
And on his shout, he is launched into the air. The weight of elves is very little, and coupled with the strength of a dwarf the effort is more than sufficient to send Legolas tweanty feet into the air.
Drawing the bow of Lothlórien the orc falls dead before it can touch you again, the next two orcs follow their fellow to deaths door before Legolas touches the ground, a third joins quickly.
You lie still as a corpse, and for a time he thinks that is all he protects. That is all he can see, your face mangled and bloodied so that he cannt even discern your features, but at last his quick eyes catch the shallow choke of breath.
Hope renewed -though still shallow- he stand by your body until the ground shakes and the forces of Mordor retreat. Until the Eagles collect the hobbits. Until Aragorn is running to Legolas, and a short while later you also are in the sky.
Though there is little chance that you will live, he sees the dispare in Aragorn's eyes.
He cannot leave.
Four weeks you have laid in the bed in comatose state, no recogniton for anything, the only sighn of life is your now steady heartbeat, and steady rise and fall of your chest.
The wound on your side misty healed, and all cuts and bruises have now faded, but your face...
Wraped in bandage, skin reknit by nothing less than magic and the work of a wizard, an elven lord, and, to Legolas relief, an Elvenking. At the three week mark, Legolas asks if there is a way to wake you preemptively.
"Not that I see. And indeed the pain of healing would be... Highly unfortunate. Unconsciousness is, in this case, a blessing." Legolas nodds wairaly at Elrond's words, but does not look away from you. Elrond sighs and leaves the room.
Elves can go long without sleep, but this is far to long, and though Elrond worries after the moral stansing of such a plan, Thranduil is not above drugging his own son.
"Four weeks Elrond,"
"Yes Thranduil I know, however-"
The king waves a gracefully impatient hand. "Four weeks my son has gone without proper nourishment, and no rest to think of. I will not tolerate my son's ill health because of your stubbornness."
Elrond rubbs his temples, Thranduil's voice carries still the tone of a King, but there is such worry beneath the surface that the effect is somewhat lessened. "Alright, I concede, " at the last Elvenking's smug look Elrond scowls. "I still remember exactly how to do so. After all I've had practice. Your famil2u is rather self destructive under mourning, Mellon"
A tilt of the head. "Your administering the tonic after my Maereth passed is exactly what gives me this idea. Legolas is far to muvh like me for anyone's comfort, and I cannot loose him," the piercing blue eyes make contact with Elrond's, they glisten. "Not to the loss of his love, and especially if there still is hope still."
A short while later, when a caring Sam apears with a cup of tea, Legolas has not the heart to turn him away. Elrond smirks despite himself when Thranduil moves his son over to the cot in the corner, covering him gently.
Though Legolas is decidedly displeased when he wakes, he is eventually convinced to take at least a two-hour rest each day, or the threat of removing him from your side will be carried through.
As fate -and the author- would have it, when Legolas has finally layed his head down to sleep (on his own, no more druging thank you father) he hears a movement from the the bed on which you lay.
He's never moved so quickly as this moment, kneeling beside you he grasps your hand, staring anxiously.
"Legolas?"
He moves his head in a movement of affirmation. "Yes Meleth, it is me."
You sit up, and Legolas startled as you rub your eyes vigorously. "Y/n, don't, you are unjured still!" Your breath has vecome eratic, and worried he calls for the guard outsude the door to fetch Elrond.
He snatches your hands away from your face befire you can open the healing wounds. Whispering your name brings yoyr attention back to him.
"Legolas, I cannot see. I cannot see anything."
His heart stops for a moment, before, "Worry not, it is dark still I'm sure your eyesight will be fine my love. It us only temporary."
Elrond arives, immediately checking over your person. When he places a hand in your forehead, tilting your head back, his face is grave. It is not much larer when he leaves, unable to do anything.
You are permenantly blind.
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Which TSC characters do you think would be the biggest swifties?
im stoned as BALLS so DO NOT rb this (you are encouraged to reply)
matthew 10000% is the #1 biggest. his favorite eras 1989, reputation, tortured poet department. but he likes all. kinda like me, i have eras i like more and some i like less but i like all eras <3
thomas loves fearless and lover. alastair is not a swiftie. he only likes some songs from folklore and evermore. but he loves thomas so so much and lets him play it in the plane and in the train, not in a boat not in a ferry and definitely, definitely not through a mirror. that was not relevant. anyway, he lets thomas play it all over the place. <3333 thomas and alastair are genuinely the perfect ship. they fit together in all of the right ways and make the jagged edges whole. i just think they are so sweet together and bring the best in each other, and i think they challenge each other and also support each other.
but i digress. another swiftie group i think is clary, simon, isabelle, and magnus. not jace and alec. but clary is a speak now girlie. simon and isabelle both like midnights best and they will go to the roof in their apartment and play it on spotify and dance around to it in the middle of the night. i think simon does a dorky bad rendition of the midnight rain synth and izzy thinks it's hilarious. (also have i mentioned that bdilh is like. the ultimate sizzy song for me. okay). oh and magnus loves evermore btw not just the bubble pop albums. he likes those but evermore connects with him on the deepest level. it's about how not all things lasts forever but there's good in the fleeting things too, and he vibes
ummmm okay so objectively speaking i am sorry to say that emma carstairs has hardcore swiftie vibes. at least .... others close to her do not. god i want to like down bad SO badly
kieran probably likes it a lot too lol it would be so fun, he would understand like half the lyrics and mark and cristina would be soentertained
ALSO HOT TAKE BUT WILL. WILL FUCKING HERONDALE. HE WOULD LOVE RED, FOLKLORE, AND MIDNIGHTS. YOU CANNT CHANGE MY MIND.
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