“the malfoy family consists of an ancient line of pure-blood wizards, most of whom attended hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and were traditionally sorted into slytherin house. the family first arrived in britain with armand malfoy, who founded the family estate malfoy manor on land obtained from king william i.”
I’m alive, but holy heck am I worn out. Here’s a snippet of proof that I’m working through it anyways: Illustration #3 for the National Eagle Center of a 4th year bald eagle is coming along alright, despite me needing to update tablet drivers again. (Always? Always.)
I’m going to try to scrape together what’s left of my free time* and try making headway on those Aequis customs this week. LET’S DO THIS.
(these are the girls who failed their parents in some way. they didn’t become doctors, maybe- or they fell in love with someone who their parents didn’t want. maybe they never drank the appropriate amount or said the right things at a party. maybe didn’t wear dresses enough- or wore them too much. maybe it was as simple as turning left when their parents expected them to turn right. but they’re here now, these disappointing daughters. they’re here and they’re ready to fight. because maybe their parents won’t be proud anytime soon, but they are. they’re proud they made it here, they’re proud they’re who they are, they’re proud they are alive. and that’s enough, no maybes about it.