rip to hiiragi in the moon-splitting festival arc though. first she paints a protection charm on natsume's arm, standard stuff, but even though right before this he was in a huge hurry to get back to everyone else to make sure they're safe, he's like okay now let's do you. and takes the brush and paints the same charm on her arm. uhhhh. okay. this is fine. okay. then minutes later he throws himself in front of her to protect her from a ton of falling logs with his fragile human body. like not only is he actively making it harder for her to do her job, which is to protect him, by doing stupid heroic shit that puts him in danger, but he's doing said heroic shit to protect HER? like he thinks she's a PERSON??? the fuck is she supposed to do with this shit!
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Most of what I can picture in my mind and put on paper as art is a bit fuzzy and vague, as much vibe as picture. Except sometimes I am slapped with a mental image so vivid and clear it's like I'm looking straight at it and can see down to the most minor details. Which frustrates me so much because I know I won't be able to draw it like my brain is showing me. Which it wants me to, because it's shoving the idea on my metaphotical face very insistently.
What I mean is I am haunted by a muse that only shows up on rare occasion but is very annoying when she does give me something.
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