DREW AN ELF BOI

DREW AN ELF BOI

because of that yknow “OC Pause Art Challenge” where you sorta pause at different times to get the features! That’s what this was :3

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I’ve never been someone to post about real life events.

this is an art and writing blog, after all.

but this does kind of match up with writing, considering the way I plan on doing descriptions.

consider this a simple warning for a slight rant.

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We’ve all felt angry. It’s a human emotion. A natural one that everyone has experienced at some point or another.

But there’s something about being angry. A heat, a burning. And that’s what being angry can be, frequently.

burning, heat, a fiery feeling. Fury, or maybe venom.

But there’s this feeling.

Cold. Cold anger, cold venom, frosty and jagged fury.

Not burning fury. But just as consuming.

And the thought, if you wish to speak with me like that, you do not deserve my respect, and if you do not have my respect, you do not deserve to see me. Me.

Just cold, icy anger that feels wrong. wrong

Off

not right

strange

wrong.

An anger so icy and cold that it didn’t belong in me. Didn’t belong in my feelings. Didn’t belong on me. Wrong.

In the end there was no retaliation, no talk back.

in the end all there was was cold, icy, jagged politeness.

Just icy politeness.

Cold. Cold. Cold.

I don’t like when anger is cold.

That sense of cunning and darkness that isn’t right for me claws its way up into the faint, flickery light, and I think.

I could ruin these people. I could tear them apart verbally if I tried. Carefully curated words stitched from observations. Not outside my realm of speciality.

But I don’t.

Because I’m nice.

And eventually that all gets so tiring. Being nice. Exhausting.

it almost occurs to me that these feelings quite resemble a villain arc.

my anger has never been malicious. but if you want it to be?

I will show you malicious.

Rant ended. Do with my words what you will.

In which Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived Twice, finds himself in the Room Of Requirment for an eighth year party.

In which, as it happens, a certain ferret, who has apologized for his stint as a death eater and successfully re-integrated into Hogwarts, is at this party as well.

In which the eighth years are getting remarkably tired of all the unresolved sexual tension, and decide to do something about it.

In which Harry has gotten rather inebriated.

One can only guess at what will happen.

Gonna reblog for mahself and mah peeps

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dam…….. that website “you feel like shit” (it’s like a questionnaire / troubleshooting guide for when you feel like shit) really works………………….. im not even all the way thru it and i even half-assed a lot of the suggestions and i already feel loads better

I was today years old when I learned that I’m not bullshitting my analysis papers as much as I thought ;-;

me: haha oh god this is so bad im making so many unsupported claims and pulling all this analysis out of my ass

my prof in the margins: excellent analysis!

me: