"I never asked for this. I don't want this!"
"It's true. But we don't decide what we can and can't have. It's written in dirty scrolls that burn brighter than any fire ever could. It is seen on the dark night skies when the stars are shining and the moon casting its light on you. It's in your mother's blood. It's every breath you take.
You are the LEGACY, Aliria Morrigan McLeary;
whether you like it or not."
Violette Laurant - (New) 5th year - Hufflepuff 🦡💛🖤
.
My 2nd Gouche attempt. I'm getting better (I guess...), still having a hard time figured out how to use it. My husband told me maybe I would work better with gouche than watercolor cuz my paintings are always too thick 🥲
Read the third part of @daisiesinchampagne 's fic (dont be me, read from the start) , and not only was it absolutely incredible but finally got a complete drawing out of me from the clutches of my art hibernation!
It's been so long since I've actually sat and drawn properly that I feel like my style has shifted again, and I've had to reteach myself how to actually draw-
There's a shaded version of this, but something about it feels off to me, and i can't for the life of me figure it out.
Anyways! We pretend poor Hara was shown not just the wonderful fic but also the random depressing AUs my brain has conjured up for them (because it seems to do so automatically whenever i hear a clip or song that could be close enough to them 😔) so she put aside her usual rules and this was the result!
Besides, for what's supposed to be the main couple of my account, I have drawn these two together a shockingly little amount of times.
As Annie's condition got worse, Jonah always hoped that in every owls that he received, it wouldn't be about her last wish.
That day, she made a request, asking him to take her to her old family's house, one that she left after her parents' death, and it happened to be in Aranshire, the same hamlet that Jonah had lived in for the past six years.
He had heard about the family that used to live in that house, but he never knew it was the Sallows. As the house became vacant, another family moved in.
They were kind enough to receive Annie as their guest. They knew her parents once, and they spent over an hour talking about them over a cup of tea.
That time, her pain never came back, as if to let her cherish that moment.
Jonah could notice how light came back in her eyes as she took a stroll inside the house.
The new family hadn't got rid of the height mark that her mother scratched on the wall, Anne laughed as she recalled how she used to make fun of Sebastian being shorter than her.
It was only a couple of hours at the Hamlet, but it was enough.
~~~~~~~~
HL MC: Jonah Wilkinson
My best friend made this for me as my birthday present (it was in December). ❤️
I wonder if i should post this in my Annie fic when i finally do a revision 😭