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Draco read the article and let out a heavy sigh. He watched the three second reel of Potter walk through the mob of people, looking like a homeless wizard, with not a trace of emotion on his face.

The article read; The Boy Who's Lost?

Our Golden Saviour baffled shoppers in Diagon Alley earlier today, walking aimlessly around - looking bedraggled and world weary. Harry Potter ignored all of people's attempts to get his attention and finally disappeared into Knockturn Alley.

What was the matter with him? Why did he look so dreadful and utterly emotionless? He used to at least get agitated with the crowd. These days he was aloof, and seemed oblivious to his surroundings.

If you could rely on anyone to get his wand in a knot and embarrass himself in public, it was Potter.

Right, enough was enough. This was humiliating. As Potter's former nemesis he could not let this stand.

He got up from the breakfast table. Dipped his last soldier into the soft boiled egg, ate it in one go and called for his dressing elf, Bertrum.

A Wip but it's getting there 😋

*Drops a wip of Kalpas wearing shades*

Here's the scrunkle 🤲

no im not providing context on why he's wearing shades, y'all will see soon 😎

Work in progress for my Aro Ace Cupid character 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

ANIMATION PRACTISE

I’m new to animation and wanted to put a practise on here, here’s a wip of my OC 🩷

ANIMATION PRACTISE 🩷

(added colour)

It’s still rough but here’s a coloured animation of my OC Aimee🩷

Corvina Briggs and Her Clone Son’s

WIP

(Left to Right)

Roscoe, Lorne, and Qrow Briggs

Masked dread

A/n: Just a Ghostface wip because I love this rat man ♥️ Also I plan to finish all my request don't worry I just had writers block and wanted to write something for me. Also gn reader ^^

EDITED because the format was atrocious

Warning: Cursing, Knifes, Blood, Mention of injurys

The walls of this silent house seemed to scream in anguish. Hot blood trickled down your bruised and muddied hand, the crimson liquid spilled out tainting the polished floor beneath you. Your hair was matted together, tangled alike with blood and dirt.

You knew the cloaked figure would be on to you in a matter of seconds, your trembling gaze shifted desperately to the red locker pressed against the concrete wall. You quickly limped to the locker. Your heart sped up, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the situation you now found yourself in.

Your ragged breath was going to give away your now painfully obvious position, if it wasn’t that then surely the blood trial now tracking behind you was.

Suddenly your body froze, at the sound of the heavy slow footsteps getting gradually closer. Swiftly you opened the door, backing all the way up to the back of the locker in one clumsy panicked movement, you slapped your unsheathed hand over your mouth.

Eyes darting from what you could see from the small misshapen holes in the locker. Your heart-stopped, your entire body ceasing to make as much as a sound.

The dreadful black robe, and taunting white mask, covering the face of a person you’ve oh so grown to hate. Every round you had with this man was fucking hell, he’d go out of his way to chase you completely ignoring the other survivors.

Any chance he got he’d use it to leave some sort of wound on you, you’d never leave a match untouched.

The masked man hunched down slightly, moving his head to the locker slowly. Your face went pale, as he slowly stepped closer and closer and closer until he was pressed up against it.

“I know you're in there…” he whispered, your eyes widened and the pit in your stomach twisted, as the doors flew open.

You let a mangled scream fly out of your mouth as you tripped trying desperately to scatter away from the locker as quickly as possible. Your heart sunk as you felt a harsh grip take hold of your shoulder.

You felt your body being pulled back as you coiled with the wall of the building, knocking the air out of your lungs in one harsh movement. Your muscles were yelling in pain as you laid defenseless, unable to move.

The man clicked his tongue solemnly, crouching down to your level, taking a hand full of your hair as you let out a pained gasp.

“Aw, I really thought you were going to put up more of a fight than that” he mocked, venom dripping from his snake-like tone. You felt the cold metal of a sharp blade being placed to your completely exposed neck.

“Don’t expect me to be gentle when you're the one who decided to make things difficult” he spat, his voice climbing down an octave leaving a hollow feeling in your gut.

“Now just hold still and be a good little -” he wasn’t able to finish his cooing as he was silenced with a swift punch to the face, his mask flung to the side. Revealing a raven haired man behind, now scowling at you with the fresh blood dripping from his nose.

“Still got some fight for me to stomp out?” he seethed the words managing to slip out from his gritted teeth,

“Fuck you.” you spat at him stumbling to arise quickly from your slumped position. You didn't get a second to think before you were being lunged at, the masked man now atop of you.

He held the knife dangerously close to your throat once more except this time you could feel the stinging pain of the blade now cutting through your skin. He smirked

“Tell ya what? You want to get out of here? You give me something and I’ll go easy on you, the rest of the round” he sneered, his voice oozing with confidence, he knew you couldn’t refuse he had the upper hand here and anything you tried to fight back with would be easily avoided leaving you with another bruise.

“What do you want from me?” you seethed, through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to avoid any movement that would send the blade deeper into your throat. “A kiss.” your eyes widened

“What!? No!” he shrugged,

“Your loss” you felt the blade cut deeper. You frantically tossed your head away from the knife, only cutting your neck a little.

“Fine! Fine! Just put the knife down” you shouted, eyes clenched waiting for the feeling of your throat being sliced in half, but to your surprise you felt a weight being lifted off of you.

You looked up to see the man now standing above you with a shit eating grin. You glared at him, he closed his eyes pointing to his cheek cockily. You rolled your eyes

“One kiss okay?” you said taking a deep breath you hesitantly leaned in. Suddenly the dark haired man turned to you grabbing your jaw harshly, as he pulled you into him kissing you passionately.

His lips were so soft, they brushed against your lips hungrily with a feather like quality to them.

As he pulled away smirking at your now flustered estate, you stuttered trying to think of something to say, anything, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to slap him across his stupid face or kiss him again with twice the force this time.

He came closer to you, his hot breath tickling your bare skin leaving a shiver crawling down your spine.

“Call me Danny” and with that he crept back into the shadows leaving you behind, light headed and trembling in delight.

‘Danny huh?’ perhaps he was starting to grow on you

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WIP!!

oh boy.. {THIS IS A WIP}

making a mountainside basegame house! woohoo.. this took like two hours to do because of the exterior and terrain alone. I'm gonna upload this when I'm done, also gonna put this on the gallery when I'm done.

Drawing WIP, I think it looks really good so far!

wip

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

Working on a lil smt. I've been thinking about inscryption non stop (and developed a crush on Leshy the tree peepaw but we don't talk about that) so I decided to make an oc to write some fics.

I don't have much yet but here's Domenique, pronouns they/them. Initially they were a human who lived in PO3's island and worked at the factory, but after volunteering to let PO3 test his game mechanic of turning cards into beasts, the process went horribly wrong and they ended up as a satyr-like creature, half fawn half human. PO3 prioritized building back up the failed machine before helping them so they ran to the others scrybes for help, eventually finding Leshy. Despite the initial dislike and mistrust they felt towards the Scrybe of the beasts and his domain (because lets be honest, PO3 probably brainwashed them hard into hating anything that wasn't robotic or technology), they eventually got used to the forest and organic beings and ended up bonding with Leshy too. Now Nic lives happily in Leshy's domain and plays a blood deck, eventually becoming one of the mini bosses others have to defeat before fighting Leshy.

Some small details I've added are the clover on their head from the mechanic of re rolling cards in certain encounters, a hook from the angler, their top being made out of a golden pelt from the trapper, a few of their earrings being made out of gold from the prospector, and ofc, a moon necklace from Leshy himself

Sketch of Ellie and Kaylee!!

Testing out colors. I definitely like the the pajamas better on the Himiko on the left, but let me know which pajama color scheme looks best on Ochako!

Sooooo turns out digital art is SUPER FUN! I was able to color for many hours today without hurting my hand!

Anyway here is a progress photo!

Sorry to anyone who got super invested in my color scheme pole, i chose a secret third option!

Current wip 'cause i cant get them out of my head🩷💛