So my friend wanted me to draw Rogue with a ribbon and Sting in dorky clothes, and this picture just kind of… expanded from there. The sweaters are made by Yukino. She discovered knitting and embroidery and worked so hard on them that no one had the heart to tell her that they were the definition of fashion train-wreck. Sting and Rogue wears theirs with pride. The Fairy Guys laugh at them until Erza decides that knitting is an excellent girl bonding activity and none of Fairy girls apart from Juvia can knit.
Metaphor isn’t just decorative language. If it were, it wouldn’t scare us so much… . Colorful language threatens some people, who associate it, I think, with a kind of eroticism (playing with language in public = playing with yourself), and with extra expense (having to sense or feel more). I don’t share that opinion. Why reduce life to a monotone? Is that truer to the experience of being alive? I don’t think so. It robs us of life’s many textures. Language provides an abundance of words to keep us company on our travels. But we’re losing words at a reckless pace, the national vocabulary is shrinking. Most Americans use only several hundred words or so. Frugality has its place, but not in the larder of language. We rely on words to help us detail how we feel, what we once felt, what we can feel. When the blood drains out of language, one’s experience of life weakens and grows pale. It’s not simply a dumbing down, but a numbing.