ripped jeans with fishnet stocking, giggling behind your hand, messy buns, loud parties, running barefoot through grass, comical laughter, beach sunsets, the view from building tops, red and silver glitter, the smell of books, rough hands and soft hearts, beanies, vintage vans, skinny dipping, varsity jackets, letting your hair down, bold lipstick, and brightly colored cocktails Ravenclaw:
Starry nights, city lights, boxer braids, old novels, the smell of pine needles, indie bands, cassettes, volks wagons, incense, dream catchers, grunge tumblr posts, scrunched eyebrows, color-coded everything, bags under your eyes, waking up on a rainy day, chokers, doodling on your hand, jumping in puddles, charm bracelets, painting your toenails different colors, dark eyelashes, and mirrors Hufflepuff:
Warm fuzzy sweaters, bonfires, birds sitting on telephone wires, autumn evenings and hot chocolate, bikes with flower baskets, denim overalls, stuffed bears, carnivals, skirts that flow behind you, vinyl records, country breezes,laughing so hard you can’t catch your breath, washi tape, pretty stationary, forts made out of sheets, bohemian tapestries, dancing around your room with friends, fogged up glass, shirts rolled up to the elbows, and tea Slytherin:
Motorcycle jackets, raising one eyebrow, alternative singers, blck, fog on city streets, dark polaroid pictures, keeping a diary, quotes about anything, vanilla scented candles, edgy nailpolish, waterfalls, silver rings, stone walls, wine corks, standing around the city at night, sly smirks, footprints in fresh snow, french purfume, and photo albums
All the posts talking about how anti-climatic Toffee’s finger being cut off was considering the tapestry is pretty funny. I did think the same thing while i was watching, but as an artist myself i can tell you whoever made that tapestry was clearly exaggerating the entire event for the sake of the tapestry.
It’s art, when you make art of events you WANT to make it look exciting and engaging, and that does in fact mean the event itself can be depicted in ways that aren’t equivalent to real life. Try looking up some paintings of battles and gruesome scenes, some are romanticized a lot more then they could ever be in real life.
If Moon’s tapestry was anything more like the real event, it would probably be a lot more boring. And considering whoever was working on it got their knowledge of what to do from the people who saw moon try and defeat Toffee, they probably imagined it more like Moon going in as a fierce warrior to defeat the one who killed hr mother.
It’s not an accurate image of the actual scene, but it’s a more accurate artist’s interpretation of the emotional weight of the scene and situation.
Or you could even see it in the way of Ludo’s portraits, art being used to change the truth is not uncommon. Ludo wanted to be seen in a good light and as a savoir, just like Moon wanted to be seen as a strong Queen for her kingdom.
One interesting detail in Battle for Mewni I think is that Moon’s backstory of taking Toffee’s finger to stop the rogue branch of the monster armies seems to have cemented that the tapestries inside the wand are depictions of moments that have in some defined each queen’s rule and/or wand-bearer status. It’s made especially considering the other tapestries:
-Eclipsa’s was marrying a monster and by extension shunning Mewni (which we’ll probably get more information on sometime this season)
-Solaria’s was that she appeared to have started the war between mewmans and monsters.
-Celena’s was that she discovered knowledge that she never disclosed to anyone
And of course Star’s defining moment has yet to be revealed.
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Red carpets and tapestries, golden blankets and
pillows all looked muddy and black at this late hour in the common room, when
even the fire went out and the only light source was as the bright moon beamed
through the window. She sat on the soft couch with her legs folded under her, a
half bottle of firewhisky in her lap, her fingers clutched around the bottle’s
neck while she stared off and listened the loud ticking of the clock in the silent
Marlene glanced at her watch: it was two o’clock in
the morning. She gave a long, weary sigh and slammed the alcohol on the small,
round table next to the sofa before she stood up. She just leaned back to pick
up her jacket from the armrest when she heard a clear voice behind her back.
She quickly turned around, seeing as Sirius was just
walking down on the stairs in his light grey sweatpants with a black hoodie.
She’d thought it was daytime, as his hair looked completely clean, not somebody’s
who just crawled out from the bed. Only when the silvery light illuminated his
face she could tell he just woke up; the narrowed, sleepy eyes gave it away.
“Marlene. Marly. Marls. Literally anything else except
Marle, please.” – She answered with a monotone voice while the boy walked
closer. She could see the emerging lips on his lips.
She shrugged and stepped back where the moon couldn’t
light her face. “Because it’s sound like and old lady.”
He gave a short, bark-like laugh. “It isn’t.” – He said
before he pointed his wand at the fireplace. – “Incendio.”
The room brightened immediately, but the sudden warm light
made her growls and closes her eyes for a second.
“What? It’s really cold here and I couldn’t see that
pretty face of yours.”
With a roll of her eyes, she plopped down on the couch
again. Even though she didn’t really want any company, she thought Sirius
frivolity maybe would be good for her. “Can’t sleep?” – She asked, looking up
Sirius watched the big, glistening blue eyes with the
slightly smeared makeup. There was something in her tone that he couldn’t
decide what caused yet. “Lily is up in our dorm, and unlike Remus and Peter, I
can’t sleep that deep.” – He sat down
next to the girl, who laughed.
“Sometimes I’m really glad boys can’t come up our
rooms. But you see, I think it’s still better when they couldn’t stop talking
about each other.”
He let out a dramatic sigh. “Lucky you. James still
can’t stop talking about Lily.”
“That’s so sweet.” – She said effusively. – “I’m so
happy for them.”
“Me too.” – He said quickly. – “I just loved to sleep.”
Marlene chuckled again before she stood up to fold her
legs under herself again, and Sirius realized what he heard in her voice earlier.
“What have you got there?”
She followed his gaze while her eyes fell on the
firewhisky. Grabbing the bottle, she turned back to him. “Happy juice. Want
He accepted and took a sip, not taking his eyes off
her, but he didn’t ask what was bothering her. After seven years knowing
Marlene, Sirius learnt she doesn’t talk about her problems or there’s something
wrong, and he could understand. He didn’t like to talk about them either.
He noticed she wore a pretty, short, dark blue dress
under her leather jacket. “Had a date again?”
She only nodded.
“Was it so bad?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” – She muttered under
her breath, snatching the bottle out from Sirius’ hand and taking a big sip. He
fell silence and let her do what she wanted.
The two of them started became good friends only at
the start of the seventh year, when after the first quidditch match Marlene
showed a great muggle rock band to Sirius, and he quickly realized this girl
maybe much more than he’d originally thought. Because she had her own, harsh
style sometimes, and Sirius have had enough of harsh people. It wasn’t really a
mask; she didn’t try to show herself something else that she truly was. She
just never wanted to give her heart to anybody; what was the point if people
could damage it so easily? Only those whom she trusted at least a bit could see
her kind, big hearted and passionate side.
Sirius also noticed Marlene went on a lot of date
lately. He didn’t know how far she went with them, but he could tell none of
them lasted longer than a few hours. Usually, she laughed after these days,
mocking about how awful every guy was, but now there were no jokes, nor
complains; she was too quiet.
At least for a time being. Sirius made her laugh and
lifted her mood quickly, thought the firewhisky definitely played a big role in
it. After hours of talking, joking and playing truth or dare – which was only
truth or truth with cheeky and embarrassing questions – Marlene was at the top
of the table, singing a song from the Ramones when somebody stormed into the
common room with dishevelled hair.
“Honestly, it’s four in the morning!” – Remus shouted.
– “Can you two please shut up and go to sleep already?” – They looked back at
him in silence with innocent faces, trying to choke back their laughs. – “Thanks.”
“Wow.” – She whispered after Remus left them. She
stepped down from the low table, but landed in Sirius’ lap. – “He’s really
“No. It’s Moony.” – He laughed, wrapping his hands
around her waist, pressing his forehead against her cheek before she could’ve
“Well, I don’t know who and why started to call him
like this, but you should change it. Moody is fits for him better.” – She felt
as Sirius smiled against her skin, but said nothing.
Out of nowhere, a sudden drowsiness overwhelmed the
both of them, but no matter how nice would’ve felt to fall asleep in Sirius’
warm hug, Marlene shifted a yawn and crawled out from his lap. It felt cold
without his arms around her, so she put on her jacket that she earlier dropped
on the floor.
He closed his eyes and rested his head against the
backrest of the sofa. It was the first time in long hours they haven’t said
anything, and the silence brought the melancholy back again for Marlene.
“I think I give up.” – She said with a raspy voice. – “Dating,
Sirius’ eyes fluttered open and turned his head
towards her. “What are you talking about?”
She sighed. “I’ve had enough. Guys see I’m pretty and
they don’t care about anything else.”
He let out a tiny, almost inaudible laugh, so she
continued. “I know it sounds cocky, but that’s the truth. They ask me out but
none of them really want more than one night. It would be nice, you know? Some
to ask me what’s my favourite flower or something.”
“Do you want guys to ask what your favourite flower
is?” – Sirius asked with an amused voice.
She huffed. “It was just an example! Whatever, I’m
talking to the wrong person. You also need girls for only night.” – She folded
her arms and turned her head away from Sirius, but he sat closer to her.
“Marlene, no offense, but it’s your fault.”
She quickly looked back at him with angry eyes. “What
is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you built up walls around yourself and you
don’t let anyone in. Like, I know you for seven years and I only had a chance
to realize how awesome you are a couple months ago. How do you expect from
somebody to know that after one date, then?”
She fell silent for a few long seconds. “Well, maybe
they should at least try to know me
“Do you feel lonely?” – Sirius asked, surprised at
even himself as he dared to ask something so personal. It felt heavier and so
much more intimate when they were talking about their sexual life whilst they
played truth or dare.
But Marlene answered immediately. “No, I don’t. I have
amazing friends, and that’s enough, really. It’s just… now I wanted more than a
one night stand, but I couldn’t get a normal relationship and it makes me feel
unlovable and worthless.” – The words left her lips too fast and she stopped
instantly after the last ones. She never thought she’d talk about this to
“What’s that crap? You’re everything but unlovable and
worthless.” – Sirius said almost angrily. Marlene just rolled her eyes, and he
sat closer again. – “Listen, if they don’t want to know you, it’s their fault,
not yours. Why would you let some blokes who don’t even want to know who you
really are makes you feel like this?”
She looked into his grey eyes, thinking about what he
said weren’t just comforting words; he meant them, and it actually made sense. Really, why would I?
“You’re right.” – She said firmly. – “I’m gonna have
fun and I won’t care about any stupid boys ever again. It’s their loss.”
“Now, that’s the Marlene I know.” – He laughed and
messed up her hair.
She giggled softly before she stood up slowly; as the
alcohol still affected her limbs her moves wasn’t so steady yet. “We should go
to sleep. There’s a quidditch match tomo – I mean, today.”
“I forgot.” – Sirius growled and followed the girl. – “See
you at the after party, I guess?”
“Sure.” – She gushed, eyes widened in excitement,
completely forgot about the hangover will definitely make her to do anything
but going to a party. – “I still have another bottle of firewhisky in the
depths of my trunk.”
They vanished the empty glasses and walked across the
room together, saying good nights, but Sirius turned back before he stepped on
the stairs. “So what is your favourite flower?”
She frowned but smiled. “Dandelions.”
He cocked an eyebrow and watched her disappearing
behind the girl’s dorm’ door, not sure if she was joking or not.
“Stark!” they called as Bran trotted past, rising to their feet. “Winterfell! Winterfell!”
He was old enough to know that it was not truly him they shouted for— it was the harvest they cheered, it was Robb and his victories, it was his lord father and his grandfather and all the Starks going back eight thousand years. Still, it made him swell with pride. For so long as it took him to ride the length of that hall he forgot that he was broken.
Since it is the Feanorian Week why not upload some old art of the fiery bunch?
I made this back in 2014 and it started as a Feanor-Miriel piece but I thought that the woman’s pose and expression fitted Nerdanel better. So I changed the child a bit, gave him a more peaceful look and turned this in a Maedhros-Nerdanel drawing. I thought she would be having some sort of vision of her son fate so I put a tapestry with volcanoes for her to look at(I think Miriel made tapestries of the events from early histories so she must have some of the war of the Valalr with Melkor), but then I realized that was wrong. Nerdanel only had a notion of the tragic end of one of the twins, she knew nothing about the others. So I changed it that it takes place after the War of Wrath when she learns about Maedhros fate and she remembers her innocent little boy and wonders how could that happen to him and why she couldn’t do anything to save him. So I erased the room and had some drapery with a life of its own to indicate that its a memory not a real scene.
Doesn’t fit any of the themes since it’s not Maedhros’ childhood. Oh, well…
I just realized something: Solaria’s tapestry can give us a rough estimate of certain queens’ placements in the family tree.
Remember, Solaria the Monster Carver’s tapestry depicts the meteors seen in present-day Mewni’s sky raining down for the first time. Any tapestry made after that (that depicts Mewni’s sky) shows those meteors orbiting the largest moon, as seen on Moon’s tapestry. So we can safely assume that any tapestry depicting the sky without those meteors was made before Solaria was born.
From this, we know that Solena (bunnies), Festivia, and Skywynne are all older than Solaria.