people don’t talk about hilda (from the netflix show) enough and how absolutely insane she is. and by that i mean how she takes the Traditional Hero trope to the absolute extremes. she is filled with overwhelming whimsy; adventure is drawn to her like a goddamn magnet and absolutely NO ONE can stop her from pursuing it. and if they even try to get in her way then fuck them. this kid’s normal tuesday means possibly dying multiple times and fighting The Horrors. everyone around her is concerned for her and the unstoppable magical girl powers that she wields but she absolutely WILL be a little shit about it because she was pulled from her whimsical littol cottage in the woods where she played with trolls and forced to move to fucking Normal Non-Magic Town. turns out going to Normal Town is only a minor setback and soon she’s back on the befriending magical creatures (a GIANT TALKING RAVEN) grind. she’s so Magical Girl Protagonist that even her own mother is terrified for her.
put simply: hilda subverts the magical girl trope in such a way that makes her a threat to normal society. and i love her for that
For this week’s video, I officially closed the book on the “Heartless” chapter of my Concept Corner series by delving into the dark powers and potential pasts of the story’s villains, the Wonders! 🖤🤍💛🧡❤️💚
This is a compilation of all the finished pieces -- it’s wild to think how long its been since this silly lil' video series started, but I can’t wait to see where it goes next! Hope you’ll keep an eye out for whatever may come along on the horizon 💖
▶️ The full speedpaint is available NOW over on YouTube! ▶️
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I did these all by myself outside of a lovely little holiday gathering.
I am learning to love my skin again.
I held on to these for so long because I kept wanting it to be an intimate moment between myself and … myself… 😂 but I am ready to share.
and yeah .. I look pretty conventionally unconventionally …
and most days, I’m grateful for my mothers fine angles, full cheeks, and abundant lips. (despite her .. difficult attributes and personal struggle that spans through time and space to echo through me from birth to now …)
but deeply, I SEE A HAPPY HUMAN AGAIN. I see a healing human. I see a CHANGE EMBRACING powerhouse of fucking stamina and grace. I see a body excessively scarred but solid, strong, disciplined, determined, and resilient … and so so so so soft at the same time.
When I think about the methods they used to bring my little soul back to this body .. again and again… the shiver is molecular.
(supposedly)
a human being’s most inherit trait: the will to stay alive
I’ve betrayed this body by brutalizing it for every mistake, for every whisper of my mother or father’s voice, for every previous misstep, and every challenged choice, for every emotional explosion, for every mentally ill moment of grief and pain and sorrow and FEAR…x10000000 times over… and all it’s done … is keep me alive!
I see ME…CLEARLY for the first time … in a long time.
I know I have so much… wreckage from my past to wade through… but I look forward to it now. With these clearer eyes… maybe I can repurpose the absolute TAR into creativity.