Day 25 - Blog Posts
DAY TWENTY-FIVE Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
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Had absolutely no idea what to do for this one, but since I didn´t include it in the picture and it seems appropriate I´ll just add it here: Happy Pride everyone!!
Daily Doodles- Day 25- 11/05/24
Another catch up doodle! I drew a pretty girl with art nouveau hair!
I loved painting hair like this in the past. It's so flowy and pretty. I did the same with afros, just made the swoops smaller and more clustered.
The tag for this is #agdoodles
A sailor and a siren, oh what tales they could tell
Part 1 [Here]
Part [2]
Inktober Day 25: Tempting
Here’s week 4 of this year’s inktober! Some of these prompts were tricky to draw ☻
Day 25: Prickly. But soft on the inside 🌼
pokémon mystery dungeon but every time someone says anything it gets weirder part two
part one: x
fanfiction source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11298912/1/Pokemon-Mystery-Dungeon-Unhinged
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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