Nonsensical ramblings of the weird, awkward, and hysterical kind.
Reblogged from newbrawler
Fleur de lis by Robert Reid | Branches with Almond Blossom by Vincent van Gogh | Amalia de Llano y Dotres, Countess of Vilches by Federico de Madrazo |The anticipated letterby Harry George Theaker|We Both Must Fade (Mrs. Fithian) by Lilly Martin Spencer
Reblogged from verin-mystal
i think my main problem w high fantasy elves is that they often take their template from tolkien elves, which are elves designed to compliment/”fit in” with classic english (notions of) forests, while as an aussie my idea of forests are
and i dont know about you guys but they just give me a really different feel as to the types of elves that would live there
#for scrubland!elves i see like#skin in all shades of dusky brown#more hunters and meat eaters than the way traditional elves ping me#theyre long limbed and sharp toothed and they can stand still and silent better than any other#even their motions are sharp and swift unlike the graceful flowing of rainforest!elves#their creator gods are also water gods#rainforest!elves have shining dark skin and they wear leaves twisted into their hair#theyre omnivores but their diet is heavy in fruits#their eyes are large and see far and well in dim lighting#they move constantly graceful and smooth like flowing water#their dead loved ones walk in the stars#of the two encountering scrub elves is more likely to be fatal but rainforest elves settle firmly in the uncanny valley#dae talks#elves yooooo
ok this would be a really cool project to design a bunch of elves for all the different kinds of forests
imagine bony mangrove swamp elves with big webby fingers and toes and short salt-crusted hair, or the elves of the pacific northwest rainforests who are big fat bastards in cedarbark cloaks and bearskins
Reblogged from tinsnip
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
i think the witches of discworld might be my favorite modern interpretation of the witch archetype ever
they’re not glamorous or ugly or good or evil or mysterious or sexy or wicked
they’re just people who do the jobs that need doing, when there’s no glory in it, because someone’s got to
they’re the women who are just always there, who clip old men’s toenails and give young girls birth control and play cards with death for a child’s life, not because they’re particularly nice, not because they get credit for it, and not even because they have to—but they chose to be the witch, and so they deal with it.
i love the idea that magic isn’t really all that important at the end of the day. i love that most of magic is just knowing things other people don’t, and using them, and thinking. i love that witches are powerful, incredibly powerful, and their magic isn’t flashy at all. i love that a witch’s value is not measured by what kind of spells she can perform but by how she responds to a cry for help. i love that wizards think witching is a perfectly lovely career, for a woman, of course, when witches hold the universe together just as much as the wizards do, and cure sheep.
witches do what needs to be done, because even if it’s not your fault, it’s your responsibility.
I have many Granny Weatherwax moments, but the most chilling of them is when a non-witch midwife berates her for choosing to allow an infant die so that her laboring mother will live. The mother was unconscious, so Granny should have let her husband make the decision, she says. His unborn child lives, or his wife.
Granny looks the woman in the eye. She asks if the husband is disliked. If he is a bad person. The woman answers, no. And Granny says, without blinking, “Then what’s he ever done to me, that I should hurt him so?”