đ if you could make one character real, who would it be
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đ a kink you would like to write draw but you think youâd be judged
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Dear @emsuemsu,
1. Drarry was, as usual, the first thing that crossed my mind. But then, I started thinking about this character I'd love to bring to lifeâKamaji from Spirited Away, who ever so casually gave away his tickets (to gain freedom) to Chihiro (as if he hadnât kept them for 40 years!) I remember painting him for a project in an idyllic meadow, a deliberate departure from his confined boiler room. I wanted to see him free, at last.
2. This one got me thinking. I havenât tried drawing anything related to this yet, but I think con-non con is something Iâd want to explore in an art form, but, yeah..
Thanks a bunch for throwing this question my way, Emmi!
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Itâs Thursday here, woops. Tagged by @basiatlu, @valoale, and @littlewinnow, who gave us glimpses of so many goodies with their distinctive art!!
Iâm sharing these two wips which are part of something. No pressure tag to @artmistersealy @itsphantasmagoria @soliblomst @gotoemopunk and @faiell whose works I also admire greatly, and to anyone who wants to join in. âĽď¸
Thought Iâd post this Harry separately. No. You cannot tell how fond I am of isnât a kingdom Harry by @garagepaperback.
Glue your eyes on the screen (like me) when you check out my (precious!) fairy-dusted ficbind collab with the multi-talented and amazing @phoenixortheflame here.
wanted to paint this neater but resorted to feelsâ˘ď¸ and hopefully i did a nice job putting all the energy of this lobster slander scene + what @mintawasalreadytaken described as #Harry sturdier than an oak tree you canât stop fantasizing about calling Daddy (ngl i saw the tag/s i clicked with lightning speed)
Those who have seen them mentioned the same thing about the unidentified man: He has striking, platinum blonde hair.
i was gonna do a tiny thing as my contribution to the draw drarry badly challenge and then it turned into a 4-page comic. that i drew on my phone. with my fingers. oh well!
thanks @julcheninred for organizing the challenge!! đ
WIP Snip!
Tagged by @kamaela and @edieblakewrites who shared scrumptious snips and I ask you to scream at me when you publish them thank you very much. Kamaela, I think itâs only fair to share something in the same line to your wip, no? đ
Okay I wanted to tag various mutuals this time so I used a random number generator, picked its corresponding alphabet and the first name to appear from that. I'd love to see/read your wips (but no pressure!) @dewitty1 @kyuini @notti-bianche @xanthippe74 @faiell + ofc @soliblomst âĄ
On Halloween 1981, Woldvale Wizarding Orphanage welcomed two babies. One is the son of the cruellest Death Eater family, the other is The Boy Who Lived. Between constant bickering and occasional fights, Draco and Harry soon form the strongest and most unexpected friendship ever seen at Woldvale.
âWill you stay with me forever?â Draco asked. âYes.â âPromise?â âPromise.â READ HERE
I'm finally back with another long Drarry fic! What a journey⌠and Iâm lucky enough to share it with my lovely beta, @pl0tty â¤ď¸ The first chapter is out!
Nearly finished this fic, final extended scene is a go atm. In this snippet, Harry has just arrived unexpectedly at the Manor where Draco is undercover pretending to be a Death Eater. CW for wandpoint confessions and mild angst.
Dracoâs eyes narrowed but he put his hand inside his robe and then, quicker than Harry could have hoped to notice, Draco had his wand out and was holding it to Harry's throat, pressing hard so the wood bit into the tender skin under his jawline. "You are Harry, I suppose? You seem right, of course, but thereâs always a chance that someone enterprising might come along with a stash of Polyjuice and a gift for impersonation.â âOh, fuck off,â Harry managed, and the point of Dracoâs wand wormed slowly deeper into flesh. âYou knew it was me the second you saw me.â âMmm, I suppose thatâs true,â Draco murmured agreeably, something suggestive about how the sound travelled through the small space between them. His free hand strayed to Harryâs forehead and he brushed his fingers lightly over the dried blood that Harry could feel tightening on the skin there. âBut indulge me. Tell me something only you would know.â Harry scoffed, though he was thinking with his throat tight of Arthur knocking at the door of the Burrow in the middle of the night long ago, and Molly blushing, and how they had exposed the long intimacy of their marriage for safety's sake. âThereâs a lot I could tell you,â he said tightly. âIf youâre really sure you want to hear it.â âBy all means,â Draco said, eyes on Harry, searching for something in his face. âYou fucked me in that bed and afterwards you asked me not to leave because you wanted to wake up with me? Remember?â Draco wanted to look towards the bed, Harry could tell by the way his eyes flickered, but he resisted, and so Harry went on. âYou told me you wanted us to win this war just so you could take me back to London and feed me my favourite ice-cream off your spoon. You told me the only thing you miss about France is how you and your mum really got to know each other properly, and that when she gets back you want to take her for dinner to that little French bistro we went to that time in Edinburgh. I know you remember that, you said the wine was better than anything in the cellar here.â Draco nodded shortly, and almost regretfully pulled his wand away from Harryâs neck. He didnât move away. âYes, fair enough, I believe you.â But Harry couldnât stop, didnât know how to shut up now he had started. âThe last time we were together, you told me that Iâm generous with my love. Do you remember that? And I wondered then⌠because Iâd never said it, had I? Not out loud, anyway. Neither of us had. But I thought, maybeâ Maybe it meant that you knew.â Draco was staring, his eyes wide and shocked, a blush crawling up his neck, blotchy with heat. Neither of them moved, the silence between them growing until Harry could practically feel it. Draco almost raised his hand to Harry then; Harry sensed the arrested movement, the enforced stillness. He didnât know what heâd do if Draco touched him. But he didnât have to find out, because thatâs when the knock at the door sounded.
Does anyone have a snippet they'd like to share? Consider yourself tagged and pls tag me so i can see as i've been off tumblr and i miss every single thing on here. And I'll no-pressure-tag @boxboxlewis @citrusses @fluxweeed @maesterchill @moonflower-rose @skeptiquex @sweet-s0rr0w @the-starryknight plus the FrotCotLot.
Animation I did for an school assigmentđ I'm really proud of this one
itâs k and i kinda draw art on ao3 | sketches here and on twthink itâs a faulty askbox
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