Day 23 - Blog Posts
DAY TWENTY-THREE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[fishing]
Day 23!, once again celestial but eh, i love this prompt
Behooollddd
Daily Doodles- Day 23- 08/05/24
A doodle of an OC!
This is Alice from my story idea currently labeled as 'The Puzzler Bunch'. It's a cute mystery story starring 3 primary schoolers known for their skill in solving puzzles.
Someone stole one of their classmate's cherished items and has left a trail of increasingly more difficult puzzles for them to solve.
They were promised a large sum of money (large in the mind of 10-year-olds) in exchange for finding the thief and Alice makes sure that their paid for their troubles. Preferably before the troubles.
-Here's a post about the story idea
-Here's a post with some character art
The tag for this is #agdoodles
Shenanigans in the Sanders Household
Inktober Day 23: Booger
Day 23 of the HPRecFest Part 2
A soulmate fic
@hprecfest
Day 23 of the HPRecFest part 1
A soulmate fic
@hprecfest
Day 23: Slow
Revisiting one of my old inktober pieces ✨🦥
And relating to the prompt - can time just slow down a bit? January's almost over!
Here’s week 4 of this year’s inktober! Some of these prompts were tricky to draw ☻
the coolest hammock ever
This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean
I'll catch up soon, but in the mean time:
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XXIII. Transparent
The pictures flashed on the screen, a unique sort of magic. Yet Draco’s disdain was transparent on his face.
“I thought you didn’t hate muggles anymore,” Harry said bemusedly.
“I don’t,” Draco spoke, sneer stuck on his face, “It doesn’t really go with the decor.”
It didn’t. The olde black house was not meant to hold anything so modern. So simple. So muggle.
“We should make it the statement piece.”
XXIV. Heated
Draco got home to find a piece of paper on the kitchen counter:
Busy with work I left food in the ice-box xo, HP
He took the left-over lasagna from lunch and placed it in the newest muggle addition to their home: the microwave.
He sat at the table alone with his reheated food still cold in the middle and tasting like an attenuated version of what it would taste like with Harry.
XXV. Brume
He braved the streets of Diagon Alley on a foggy morning, when he could blend in with the crowd.
He walked the cobbled streets, with the expectation of his most grim experiences coming to life, but the people simply walked by without a second glance.
Among the brume on the roads, he spotted him immediately. Horrible hair an immediate give away. Green eyes that could shine through the cloudiest skies, already trained on him—a picked up face in the crowd.
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