woolpuff 👒

my witch hat atelier blog ✨ she/her 🤍

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᪥ woolpuff salad ᪥

hiii!! my name is orange but for witch hat purposes i may also be known as woolpuff :)) i have been writing for seven years or so but recently started publishing :)))

you may find me on ao3 at my witch hat pseud @/woolpuff_salad!

find the Amalgamation Of Salads (my main for alll of my salady sides) at @mixed-fruit-salads

love you all 🤍

my masterlist:

hold me closer, count the stars [G]

tranquileaf green [G]

olly knitting agenda (ramble)

[letsdontdie]

One day

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im having so many brainworms about coco and olly combining forces, nobody in the atelier buys clothes ever again because they have you covered

olly is visibly offended when qifrey picks up a sweater at the local market — “put it down qifrey” “what? why?” “put it down”

coco doesn’t mind so much, people can have their preferences after all, but she has a similar reaction seeing the price of a skirt tetia wants to buy at a tailor’s(?) — “no tetia” “awww I thought it was so pretty tho? :(((“ “yes it is but i’ll make it for a tenth of the price let’s leave”

I might write a fic of coco making something specifically for each member of the atelier because I have so many IDEAS rahhhhhh

edit: im so glad this is inspiring people but pls tag me if you write something directly inspired by thissss :DDD

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I’m gonna watch project hail mary soon and I will be insufferable

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I want to write a modern au but I am so awful at writing modern aus

I have ideas tho maybe I’ll just have to give it a go 🤔

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gf doesn’t believe i am a ceo of knitting olly, boutta break our game and show her hold me closer just so she can see

she knows I haven’t shown any irls my writing since like year 8 ohhhhh my god

[ochiody]

FUCK the virus got to me

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should I make a woolpuff salad twitter would we be like into that

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does Coco have a last name, I don’t think she does, I need a last name for her and idk where to look or how to make one up for her 😭

[norvyarts]

apparently it's father's day so it seems fitting to post this thing i made a while ago

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standing in my kitchen and papa woolpuff saw a tumblr notif on my phone 😥 im wayyy old enough for it now but still gives me anxiety lol

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starchild

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im writing some arkco and im scared people are gonna think im mischaracterising her but #myagott is actually really sweet when she puts even a shred of her brainpower into being nice, and like come on yall in my little fic they’ve been dating for four years i think i can make her not be a bitch for a bit 💀

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trying to convince my gf to read ao3 because she’s desperate for more witch hat content

in doing so i told her that her challenge was to try and work out what i wrote

“challenge accepted”

*visible sweating*

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expanding on my ‘olruggio knits’ agenda (see hold me closer count the stars on my ao3 for where this started lol) IM IGNORING CANON bc it’s 11pm and i cba

he learned when he was younger, still too young to cast outside. if he wasn’t allowed to help people in ghodrey’s awful winters with his magic just yet, he’d find another way to do so and his mama suggested he should (and taught him how to) knit. little creatures for the kids in the village, woolly hats and cozy scarves; quick things to whip up that brought a smile to every recipient and a ‘thank you, mister witch!!!!’ even without magic

he continues in the great hall, and by god do they have yarns upon yarns in there, just so you’d never have to go back to the surface to get anything. he’d stick to the creatures and the scarves for now (witches couldn’t wear different hats, after all)

he remembers first presenting qifrey with a little stuffed brushbuddy a few weeks into their friendship and the bemusement he’d been met with. he didn’t know if qifrey had liked it at first or if he’d thought it was silly — but that brushbuddy had gone everywhere with him, clipped to his coat and curled around his neck as he wandered through the halls. it would sit on his desk and watch as qifrey practiced his spells; it would be cuddled in his arms as he slept. olly made him countless over the years; replaced one as the yarn frayed, or after qifrey accidentally spilled ink while drawing, or just to add another one to the rapidly growing collection of brushbuddies of all shapes and sizes on his bed.

he quickly found the gratification from qifrey’s smiles beat any other praise or thanks he could have received. when they’d first moved into the atelier olly had sought the softest, thickest, most expensive yarn he could find and set out on making qifrey a blanket with it. qifrey had loved it so much he’d cried, an expression of gratitude olly had never once been met with before and it had taken a good ten minutes for qifrey to convince him im not sad, really, happy tears olly i promise! the blanket had taken pride of place spread over qifrey’s bed right next to his extended brushbuddy family he’d insisted on bringing with him from the great hall.

many years later, they’d sit down for coffee after a busy morning of wrangling four apprentices with eating breakfast (including veggies, richeh), washing up, getting dressed, gathering ink pots and wands and palm quires and heading out with Alaira for the day for a field trip lesson.

“olly?”

he didn’t like that look. that was qifrey’s ‘im going to ask you something you’re going to say no to’ look, one olruggio was painfully familiar with from his decades experience of dealing with his partner. “what?”

“would you make coco a blanket?”

“…you what?”

qifrey continued stirring the spoon in his coffee, but olly could see his hands just slightly trembling with the barest hint of nerves. “she came in to see me the other night, couldn’t sleep. I think she liked the blanket you made for me — remember that one? — so i thought maybe you could make her one, too. i think she’d like it.”

hm. the girls hadn’t been keen on his attempts at knitting sweaters, as a general rule of thumb; but he’d made one for coco once in a frankly beautiful shade of pastel pink and he could tell she’d loved it from the sparkle in her eyes and the worn patches on the elbows from how often she’d worn it. she’d liked that colour; he could find the same yarn he’d used for qifrey’s — damn the price if it was for his… apprentice, yes not daughter, totally not — maybe even tuck a tiny warming seal or two somewhere in there, keep her warm in the winters, he knew they were bitter out here, after all.

“olly?”

“…I suppose I could make one.”

qifrey had beamed.

he’d set to work immediately, putting his commissions aside temporarily ‘for an important family matter, miss, im sure you can understand’ (though if anyone asked, he’d finished it in his spare time. only qifrey seemed to raise an eyebrow at that excuse). he’d left it on coco’s bed with a note on top and his heart in his throat — would she like it? was qifrey right? or was it too much, was he not close enough to her? was it an odd thing to gift someone?

coco had come down for breakfast the following day and barrelled into olly’s torso at such speed it nearly knocked both of them over and certainly sent cold coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug in his left hand. her arms wound around his waist like a little limpet and she’d buried her face in his robes and her back was shaking — dear god, was she crying? what on earth?!

“thank you,” she’d sobbed once olruggio had been able to convince her to stand up straight and breathe, coco, it’s okay. “I-i love it. thank you, master olly, thank you.”

he’d sent her away with a pat on the back and ideas for blankets for all of the girls already coming together in his mind.

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attention all olly knitting fans there is a new mini fic go read it (please 🥰)

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tranquileaf green [G]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Any witch worth their conjuring ink knew of Olruggio of the Torch; his cold disposition, withering glares, snippy conversations if you were so unfortunate to speak with him.

Which is why the entire Great Hall were rather surprised to find Olruggio… knitting?

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Olruggio Knitting: The Fic has dropped to your local AO3, while stocks last

go read angiosperms by @sleebyshrub nowwww if u haven’t already pls I beg

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all the trauma of the wha s1 finale aside — brushbuddy was adorable, star of the show as always, brilliant, loved him, no notes

[magadauthan]

they should let the animators do the bonus brushbuddy chapter for an episode. as a treat.

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for how brilliant (and traumatising) that season was, and how sad s2 will be, they deserve to do a brushbuddy episode as a little break. have some fun before The Terrible Happenings of Season 2 begin