it's world reef day (and the beginning of pride month!!) so i wanted to scribble smth quick for the occasion between other work i have to get done ofhsdfkd
this is Keel, they're nonbiney :] any pronouns for them are okay!!
whenever i find myself struggling to understand the importance of creating art with love and for yourself, i remind myself of purple cat. purple cat was a little handmade clay cat figurine i made when i was about 7 years old. and it was an absolute fucking disaster of a thing. its ears were wonky and misshapen, its body was an unflattering chunky cylinder, its feet were stubs that chipped off one by one, and its tail and eyes were a nasty puke green color that didn't go with its violently violet body at all. it was also half charred black from being baked in the oven for too long. it looked hideously pathetic and sad. it was a total failure, the ugliest thing i had ever made, and anyone else who saw it would have assumed it was trash and thrown it away without a second thought. but i absolutely loved it. as a kid i played with it constantly; it was one of my favorite toys, and even after i outgrew that i couldn't bring myself to throw it away. i would have run into a burning building to rescue it if it was inside. i kept it and displayed it proudly until it was accidentally shattered while cleaning my room, and even then i had to be persuaded to throw it out, and i was heartbroken that i couldn't salvage it. it meant nothing to anyone except me, but that didn't matter to me at all. and that's the kind of attitude you should approach all your creative endeavours with, in my opinion. yes, it's important to constantly strive to improve your art, and of course it's always nice to get compliments from other people affirming that you did well, but ultimately none of that means a thing if you don't love your art, and if you didn't create it with yourself in mind as much as anyone else. by all means aim high and be constructively critical of your work, make a career out of it if that's what makes you happy. but allow yourself to make some purple cats too.
The thing with Feligami is: it’s not what any of us expected. Not just because they were an unlikely match, but because of the way their romance was written.
We could have had a Princess and the Pauper storyline, with Felix courting Kagami under his cousin’s identity for episodes on end. We could have had an enemies-to-lovers dynamic, chins tilted up by swords, a four-season-long dissertation on how the power of love can bridge even the strongest rivalries.
But none of that would have been nearly as fascinating as what canon did.
Instead, we got two kids who have been scarred in more ways than one. Two survivors who immediately make a connection and bare their souls to one another. Two characters whose love is a rebellion not only against their abusers, but against the narrative itself.
It’s so simple! So brilliant!! It’s spelled out in golden letters against the most beautiful sunset!!! And yet somehow I would still call it a rarepair. WAKE UP MIRACULERS