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Do you think that if Sirius had revealed himself to Harry when they first met, he would have attacked Sirius? After all, he had already seen him on the Muggle news. Or how do you think Sirius would act? I've been pondering this question for a while now.
PS: Thank you for all your work. <3
Ha! Funny, you should ask! This was the first fic I wanted to write in 2020 after I took a long HP fandom break. I was just starting to dip my toes into writing again, and I didn't know where I wanted the fic to go. I had about a gazillion different ideas and probably wrote about 50k words on several version of the same story.
But here's the first 8-9 pages that answers your question about how I think it would've gone!
There was something there.
If only it would move, he could tell what it was—but it stood there, motionless, gaping at him with pale, glowing eyes.
Harry swallowed hard. What was it doing? Had it been watching him since he left the Dursleys?
“Go away!” he said.
The thing stared back at him.
The longer Harry looked at it, the more it appeared to him to be a dog—but it was enormous; it was as black as the shadows that stretched from its long, shaggy legs.
The seconds lengthened; time was running out. Ministry of Magic wizards would be swooping in at any moment to arrest and expel him for underaged magic. This animal was holding Harry hostage, keeping him rooted while he should have been running for his life. Harry adjusted the grip on his wand.
“Go away!” Harry tried again. He looked down the street; it was clear, but for how long? “Go!”
The dog did not move.
“If—if you don’t go—” Then what?
For a horrible moment, Harry thought he was hallucinating.
The dog had vanished.
In its place, a figure stood blinking in the blinding light, the beam from Harry’s wand flooding a ghastly pale face. Shadows bit into the hollows of the specter’s cheeks, bones pressed against the skin of its chest, and lank, black hair hung to its elbows.
He was hideously familiar.
“You!” said Harry.
The stranger held up his hands, squinting against the brightness. “Turn out the light!” he rasped.
“Don’t move,” Harry said, gripping his wand tighter. Where had the stranger come from? Harry had seen him a number of times now on the news—he was an escaped convict. Extremely dangerous, they’d said. A muggle.
“Someone will see!” said the convict urgently.
But Harry didn’t dare turn off the light. Even a Muggle could kill a wizard if he were desperate enough.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” said the stranger, slowly. “No weapon, see? You don’t need to lower your wand, just turn out the light, Harry.”
The sound of his own name made Harry jerk back in alarm.
“You know who I am?”
The convict nodded.
“You’re—you’re a wizard?”
“Yes.”
“Then—what are you doing here? You—you’re not from the Ministry, are you?”
The convict barked a laugh. “No.” But his amusement was short-lived, and he frowned suddenly. “Are you expecting someone from the Ministry?”
“I—no—”
“What’s wrong, Harry?” said the convict, lowering his hands. “Has something happened?”
“No—”
“Have you done something?” he pressed. “Are you in trouble?”
Harry’s hand shook. The light wobbled. He was in deep trouble, more trouble than he’d ever faced in his life. At any moment, the Ministry would be swarming Number 4 to discover the ballooned Aunt Marge; they would begin scouring the neighborhood for him, and once they found him, they would snap his wand and banish him from the only place he’d ever felt accepted…the only place he’d ever had friends…
“Get back,” Harry said firmly.
“Listen to me, Harry, if you don’t want them to find you, you’ve got to turn out the light.”
He was right. The Ministry could detect underaged magic, and holding the light on his wand would attract them as soon as they arrived in Little Whinging. Harry smothered the light with a muttered, “Nox!”
The sudden darkness fell upon him. He squinted, trying to keep the convict in his sight, but his eyes were too slow to adjust. He felt a whoosh of wind as he attempted to aim his wand at the stranger; then the stranger moved quickly. A sharp, skeletal grip snatched his wand arm, squeezing tightly.
“Don’t hex me,” said the convict.
“Let go of—” Harry hadn’t finished before the hand released him, but Harry had already jerked back in horror.
Up close, beneath the glow of the streetlamp, the convict was even more horrifying. Pale eyes gleamed out of dark sockets, scrutinizing Harry carefully. Matted locks of black hair draped limply down his shoulders. His robes hung from his bones, tattered and filthy. For a moment, Harry feared that the convict was really a vampire.
“Are you in trouble?” the convict croaked.
“N-no.”
“What’s wrong? I can help…if you need it…”
“Help? You look like you can hardly help yourself,” retorted Harry, leaning away.
A flash of annoyance crossed the convict’s face. “Listen, Harry,” he started. “If you need help, I’ll give it to you. Whatever it is—whatever you’ve done, we’ll figure it out.”
Harry pressed the tip of the wand to the bony chest. “Why would you help me?”
The convict’s eyes flickered to the wand tip. He answered cautiously. “Your parents asked me to look after you if anything happened to them.”
“What?” said Harry. “My parents? You knew them?”
“Knew them?” said the convict, looking surprised. “Of course I knew them. Your father was—” he swallowed hard and looked away for a moment. “He was like a brother to me. I told him I’d make sure you were cared for if he died—obviously I’ve done a rotten job so far, but I’m here now, Harry. Let me help you.”
Harry looked down the deserted street. Time was running out. Where would he go? There was London where his gold sat underground at Gringotts bank, but how could he get there with his trunk on his broomstick? He thought quickly, trying to remember all of the ways that magical people could travel. If only he knew how to Apparate, to disappear and reappear in another place, but Apparating was something only mature witches and wizards could do.
“I—I don’t need your help,” said Harry.
The convict said nothing.
“I don’t!” Harry insisted. Not from you.
“All right,” said the convict after a heavy pause. “I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want.”
“Stay back,” Harry warned.
“I won’t come any closer.” When Harry hesitated, the convict raised his brows. “Go on, then. If you’re on the run, you haven’t got time to waste. You’d better get out of here.”
“I don’t need your help,” Harry said again. Leave! he thought desperately. If the convict wasn’t going to harm him or drink his blood, then why did he remain there watching? Harry couldn’t turn his back to him, so gingerly, he shuffled backwards until his legs hit his school trunk.
Still keeping his wand trained on the convict, Harry moved around the trunk so he could open it and have a look. The lid swung open, revealing all of the belongings he had collected since he’d begun his schooling at Hogwarts. He shoved aside robes and books until he found his broomstick.
“Where to, then?” said the convict, eyeing the Nimbus 2000 with interest.
Harry didn’t answer. He was trying to imagine how he would fix the trunk to his broom. Maybe he could charm it to be featherlight. Although he couldn’t recall the charm, he could look it up in one of his spell books. A little more magic wouldn’t get him into worse trouble, would it? If he were already expelled after all…
He propped the broomstick against his trunk, still careful to keep his wand steady on the convict who was frowning deeply. Harry ignored the concerned look and rummaged for the last bit of the puzzle.
“Your father’s cloak won’t work on a broom if someone looks up,” said the convict.
Harry’s head snapped up. “What?”
“The cloak,” he said. “Works best on solid ground. Better to cast a disillusionment charm.”
The silvery, silky cloak slipped from Harry’s fingers back into the dark trunk. Mournfully, he looked at his broom. It was a stupid plan. If the convict was right, he’d be spotted long before he got to London either by a Muggle or someone from the Ministry. Once more, he gazed down the street.
“They’ll snap my wand,” Harry said numbly.
“Then let’s go,” said the convict.
Harry looked at him.
“Whatever you’ve done, it’s all right, Harry. We’ll figure it out. I won’t let them take your wand from you. Can you trust me?”
There was no other choice. He could surrender to the Ministry, let them snap his wand, severing all ties to the magical world, or he could place his trust in a stranger who looked as if he’d crawled out of a grave. Feeling resigned and hopeless, Harry returned the Nimbus 2000 to his trunk and let the lid snap shut with a finality that churned his stomach.
When he faced the convict again, straightening his spine, Harry knew that he was taking a great risk—a foolish, dangerous risk. Was it worth his life to keep his wand? Was it worth it to live on the run?
The convict opened his skeletal hand.
“Let me use your wand,” said the convict. “I’ll give it back.”
“No,” snapped Harry.
The convict smiled tightly. “I can’t do anything to help without magic. If you can’t trust me, I can’t help you.”
“Where’s your wand?”
“I don’t have one. I’ll explain everything properly once we’re away,” said the convict, waving his hand impatiently. “But I think time is running out.”
Harry heard it too. Someone was calling for him—a voice he didn’t recognize. At first, it sounded like nonsense, but as the voice drew closer, it was very clearly his name. The Ministry wizards had gone to the Dursleys and now they realized he was missing. Before he could talk himself out of it, Harry shoved his wand at the convict.
“Get us out of here!”
Immediately, the convict took hold of the wand and pointed it at Harry’s trunk. It vanished.
“I can’t Apparate the two of us and the trunk. I’ve sent it ahead of us,” said the convict at Harry’s confused look. “Take hold of my arm.”
The voices were getting closer—there were more of them now. The convict held out his arm, and Harry knew it was his last chance to turn back. He could live without his trunk; he could live without his wand. But what would life be like now that he knew he could never return to the world where he belonged?
Harry gripped the convict’s arm with both hands.
“Whatever you do, Harry, don’t let go.”
The bony arm in his grip faded away as every part of his insides seemed to press inward, drawing his eyes deep into his sockets and his tongue and teeth down into his throat. The world was black and squeezing his chest, wrenching the air from his lungs—
He gasped a mouthful of air before he pitched forward, his face plummeting into wet grass. It took a moment to realize that he was alive and heaving panicked breaths, no longer hurtling through space. His stomach clenched as two hands took him by the shoulders and peeled him off the earth.
“Wait!” Harry sputtered, shoving help away. “I think—I think I’m gonna be—”
The convict held his shoulder as Harry vomited.
When he’d finished, his eyes were streaming as he squinted at the hills surrounding them. A bright moon illuminated a largely barren countryside, peppered with pockets of trees, veins of old walls, and lonely houses in the distance. A few feet away sat Harry’s trunk, and beyond that, an old country house with a crumbling roof tiles and half of its dozen windows shattered. The hedges were overgrown, and vines had claimed most of the exterior brick. It might have been an elegant place once, but it looked as if it’d been years since someone had inhabited it.
Harry felt woozy, almost dreamlike as he began to understand what happened. He shrugged off the hand on his shoulder, suddenly feeling ill again. What had he done? The safety of Privet Drive was far gone. He’d exchanged the knowability of Little Whinging and the Ministry for the word of a stranger who had escaped from Azkaban, a criminal who now had Harry’s wand.
“Are you all right?” the convict asked. “First time Apparating…wasn’t it? It’s rough at first…Takes getting used to. Are you going to be sick again?”
Harry shook his head, pointedly looking at the unkempt grass to avoid the convict’s eyes. A voice in his head shouted at him to run to his trunk and grab his broom.
“You’re not missing any body parts, are you?”
Harry’s gaze snapped up. “What? Why?”
The convict eyed him carefully as if expecting to find a leg or ear missing. Harry noticed that the skeletal hand reached out to touch him but withdrew as if he’d thought better of it.
“Sometimes a person can leave part of themselves behind when they Apparate, but I don’t think I’ve splinched either one of us… Have you got all of your toes?”
“Yeah, I think so,” said Harry, wiggling them in his trainers.
The last person who had taken Harry’s wand from him was the sixteen-year-old memory of Lord Voldemort; the unpleasant memory made the sight of the convict holding the holly wand unpalatable.
“Why did you bring me here?” Harry said slowly.
“It’s remote, and it’s difficult to detect magic here with the number of enchantments.” At Harry’s unsatisfied look, the convict went on. “It seemed prudent to leave Little Whinging before the Aurors were upon us. You did say you were in trouble…”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “But…what were you doing in Little Whinging in the first place? You—you weren’t watching me, were you?” Then Harry saw the awkward look pass over the man’s face.
“No, but I—er—thought I’d check in on you.”
“Who are you?”
“You can call me Sirius. Or Padfoot if you’d like. But I told you; your father was—”
Harry shook his head. “Who are you really? I saw you on the Muggle news. They said you’d escaped from prison—that you were dangerous—”
Instead of appearing outraged at the accusation, the convict’s twisted in horrified confusion as if he couldn’t believe what Harry had said.
“Wait a minute,” sputtered the convict, staring at him, his brow rumpled. “You willingly gave your wand to someone you know is an escaped convict? You knew that I was a dangerous criminal and you trusted me?”
“But you’re the one who said—”
“Do you understand how easily I could kill you now?” In the moonlight, Harry could see the blood leaving the pale face. “What if I’d been a Death Eater? What if—what if one of Voldemort’s old followers had wanted to lure you out of town? You don’t know how many of them are still out there, Harry. What were you thinking?”
He already felt stupid—he didn’t need this Sirius person telling him that he’d acted like an idiot, not when it was Sirius who convinced him to do the stupid thing.
Sirius grunted. “Well, it’s done now, and you won’t do it again. Now then,” he went on. “Tell me what happened. Why are you in trouble?”
The lurching feeling in his stomach returned. Harry recalled the image of Aunt Marge ballooning—the buttons popping off her cardigan and her eyes bulging—and grimaced. For an instant he had felt a sickening joy, a small revenge for the horrible things she’d said about his parents, but it quickly turned to horror. He’d broken the law and used magic outside of school. He was probably expelled from Hogwarts, and he was most likely going to be arrested.
“What is it, Harry?” Sirius pressed. “I promised I would help you, no matter what it is.”
“I…” Harry swallowed. “I blew up my aunt.”
Sirius stared.
“You blew up your aunt… Is she…?”
“No!” said Harry. “She’s not dead! I don’t think so, at least.” Sirius’s face was unreadable, so Harry explained. “She was talking about my parents, saying loads of stuff that wasn’t true, and I got angry, and she started to…expand…”
Sirius seemed to be waiting for the end of the story.
Harry went on, growing impatient. “Last summer, a house-elf did magic in front of some Muggles at the Dursleys’, and I got a letter that said I’d be expelled if something like that happened again.”
He was an outcast…a criminal… His two years at Hogwarts had been the last bit of happiness Harry would ever enjoy, and in a moment, it was all gone.
Then Sirius’s face contorted—it was something like a cross between a grimace and a smile. On a face so gaunt, the look was terrifying.
“Oh, Harry,” he said with a sigh. He seemed to be suppressing a bit of exasperation as though he found what Harry said to be very funny but also very stupid. “You’re not going to be expelled for a bit of accidental magic.”
“But the letter—it said any more magic in front of Muggles—”
“Underaged wizards do accidental magic all the time,” Sirius said. “If the Ministry wanted to expel all of them, you wouldn’t have any classmates left at Hogwarts.” The smile faded a bit into weariness. “I thought you were in trouble, Harry… I wouldn’t have taken you if I’d known you’d just had a bit of a tantrum.”
“It wasn’t a tantrum!”
“Whatever it was,” said Sirius, “I promise you won’t be expelled for it.” He rubbed his face, his expression full of weary regret, and he sighed deeply before he spoke again in his ragged voice. “I shouldn’t have shown myself…and I shouldn’t have brought you here.” He looked around, shaking his head. “Listen, we’ve got to get you back to Surrey before anyone thinks I’ve kidnapped you.”
Harry took a step back. “I’m not going back there.”
“Well, you’ve got to. This was…a mistake.”
“No,” said Harry firmly. “They’ll snap my wand. I’m not going.”
“Don’t be difficult about this,” Sirius said. “I agreed to help you, didn’t I? If I thought you were in real trouble, I swear, I would keep you with me. Trust me, Harry, it’ll be worse for both of us if you don’t return soon. Go on and get your trunk.”
Harry moved to his feet, imagining the scene at Privet Drive. Would Marge still be floating around the dining room? Would Ministry employees be there to snap his wand? No matter what Sirius thought, the letter had been very clear about what would happen if more magic were detected at his relatives’ house.
“I’m not going back there,” said Harry, crossing his arms.
“Harry, do you know what everyone will think if you’re missing? If I don’t return you, they’ll think I killed you.”
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Sirius curtly. He flicked the wand, and the trunk that stood a few feet away drove towards them as if pulled by an invisible rope. “Better that you know nothing about me, really. I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough once you return.” Sirius paused as if he wasn’t entirely convinced of his own words, but after a moment of thought, he nodded. “Yes… I’ll tell you the truth about myself and your parents and how they died, but we haven’t got time now. The Ministry must believe you’ve been in Little Whinging all evening.”
“How they died?” said Harry, dubiously. “Voldemort killed my parents. Everyone knows that.”
“Yes, but they might have lived if it hadn’t been for—” Then Sirius shook his head. “No, there’s no time for this! Take my arm.”
Harry backed away. A pained expression twisted Sirius’s mouth.
“Please, Harry,” he said. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I promise you won’t be expelled. Hopefully, I’ll be able to explain all of this soon.”
“You’re the one who brought me here,” Harry said. “Why?”
“Because I thought you were in trouble,” said Sirius. “It was stupid, of course. I would have done anything for your father—I’d do anything for you, but now—”
“Then listen to me!” Harry insisted, his shoes scuffling backwards to creative even more space between them. “They’re going to expel me from Hogwarts! I can’t let that happen—”
“Dumbledore would never allow it, Harry,” said Sirius. “You’ve got to believe me. You’re the reason Voldemort is gone. People would—they wouldn’t stand for it if you were expelled. Don’t you see? The Ministry is already suffering the humiliation of my escape from Azkaban. If you were expelled because of petty accidental magic, the entire magical community would call for Fudge’s resignation. I know what they call you—The-Boy-Who-Lived. The Ministry won’t—can’t— expel you, do you understand? You’re too important.”
It was funny to Harry, considering he’d just run away from a place where he was deliberately told that he was nothing special—where he was a burden and a stain on Number 4. Uncle Vernon wouldn’t even sign his permission form to visit Hogsmeade, a favor that wouldn’t have caused the Dursleys any suffering but would allow Harry just a little bit of enjoyment at school. If Harry were expelled, he would have to live with his aunt and uncle for the entirety of the year until he came of age. Living on the run was better than that.
“Look,” said Harry, trying to keep his voice level. “The Ministry said that if they detected any more magic from Privet Drive, they’d expelme.The letter was really clear on that. I don’t care who you are—I don’t care if they think you’ve murdered me. If—if they think that, maybe I shouldn’t be around you anyway. But I am not going back to Little Whinging, and you—”
Harry stopped, realizing he’d nearly blurted “and you can’t make me”—it wasone of Dudley’s favorites. Harry clenched his fists and said resolutely, “I’m not going back.”
A muscle twitched in Sirius’s jaw. “Yes, you are.”
“I’m not.”
“Don’t forget who’s got the wand here,” said Sirius.
#it's extremely raw and unedited#but i really wanted to write this fic for SO LONG#and then i forgot about it tbh#my fics#unpublished fics#harry potter#sirius black#good godfather sirius black
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📸📸📸 (screenshot redraws :D)
#dddaily4sherin#day 271 IT COUNTS#hermitcraft#hermitblr#solidarity gaming#jimmy solidarity#goodtimeswithscar#grian#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#falsesymmetry#isdoodles#screenshot credits from twt replies#someday i should ask you guys on tumblr about these too tbh. shouldn't be all on twt HAJWJJSKA#these turned more into photo studies but i had fun o7#AAAAAA THOSE STREAMS WERE AMAZING#oh god i just remembered i forgot to tag grian fanart on twt rip LOL
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14 and not 14 😌
#doctor who#fourteenth doctor#david tennant#my art#I drew this a long time ago and forgot to post#I was practicing a more cellshaded style#still not sure how I feel about lines tbh I'm still not comfortable enough with them#leaving on a trip tomorrow again so I felt like I had to offer some extra Davids before I go#anyway Wild Blue Yonder special is great and I love it!!
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watching shows from the 2000s is like Wow! they really didn't let a woman on tv back then unless she was skinny and plucked her brows
#i forgot about that (← blocked it out to cope)#horrible decade for women tbh horrible decade to be a pre-teen or teen girl especially
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let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.
#dragon age#mahariel#lavellan#dalish origin#its so fucking. UGH#its SPICY its TANTALIZING its GIVING MY CHARACTERS MARTYR COMPLEXES#And you. child of the dales. who will remember YOU? not your symbol; YOU#who will remember the meaning of your vallaslin? who will remember the elvish prayers you mutter to yourself?#Who will remember? Not the humans. It's a wonder they remember Garahel was elven. nevermind the wild elves that are so feared#okay editing the tags#GUYS I FORGOT ABOUT AMERIDAN#but also ive never finished the jaws of hakkon dlc so#limited relevance#and tbh given how little is known about ameridan before You Find Him i dont think it's as applicable#like in the greater thedosian memory it's not 'lavellan is just like ameridan!' its going to be 'Whoa! two Dalish heroes in 10 years!'
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catch us if you can! ☆
#the drawings that made my ipad scream in agony#project sekai#polysho#polysho week 2024#emu otori#tsukasa tenma#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#pjsk#prsk#proseka#colorful stage#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#and tbh theyre pretty overt so#emukasa#ruinene#emks walk into a store in plain clothes and see rui and nene and emu goes Tsukasakun its the detectives we have to hide !!!!!#and tsukasa goes heh.. no need emu.. without our genius disguises snd hair extensions on they wont recognize a thing!!!#(both talking at 200db) (nene voice) Are they stupid?#ruis just a bit too happy about being consistently outsmarted to notice. emks is only winning at phantom thievery by looney tunes logic tho#Emukasa are just team rocket-ing it. and wxs miku much like the detestable Meowth#POLYSHOW WEEK IS KILLING ME AND I ONLY DID 2 DAYS#i drew this whole thing literally just bc i wanted emu in the phantom thief suit. everything else was secondary#my petition to abolish the costume gender lock#I NEVER WANT TO LOOK. AT ANY OF THESE FUCKING OUTFITS EVER AGAIN. EVERRRR. NIGHTMARE DRAWING.#COUGHS UP BLOOD AND GOES TO LESVE THE ROOM BUT I HIT MY HEAD ON THE DOORFRAME AND BLACK OUT.#this is gonna be a bitch to post on instagram with it's Stupid fucking Crop. Guh#FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT THE SHADOW ON THEIR STUPID HANDCUFF LINK dont care dont feel like it [coughs up more blood
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I think someone's trying to get into another one of my twt accounts but I cannot be bothered because I never use it and it's an nsfw account anyway
#i made it on the off chance i wanted to practice more risque drawings or nude studies but tbh i forgot about it#so whatever u can have it im too sleepy for this
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Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out
I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs
#mairimashita! iruma kun#mairuma#m!ik#mairuma devizine#illustration#fanart#purson soi#asmodeus alice#suzuki iruma#valac clara#gaap goemon#agares picero#allocer schneider#sabnock sabro#shax lied#caim kamui#ix elizabetta#crocell kerori#andro m jazz#id in alt#yuno art#tbh I had quite a lot of fun designing the water guns for this piece hehe#I completely forgot that Iruma should have another shirt under the jacket so uuh fanservice I guess <- disappointed in myself fr#also the alt text is slightly a nightmare I didn't know what to write so I'm gonna give some thoughts about what's going on :')#if I had a nickel for everytime I drew the misfits together as a whole I'd have 3 nickels. They are a hivemind.#the 13 goobers
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Bartleby...
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tell me i’m a bad man kick me like a stray or whatever
#every time i think about him during pro rev i go a little insane#call it a late birthday piece if you want although tbh i wasn’t thinking about that when i made it#i forgot how fun ink can be :)#mcr art#frank iero#mcr#mcr fanart#frank iero fanart
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had more thoughts about genderqueer layton after my last post. thought about how it would be for her/him in the 60s/70s... then this comic spawned
#nervous about posting this? tbh?#idk its just a heavy topic.#and i dont want people to think im using this topic for angst fodder.#i just wanted to explore how it would work for him in the 60s/70s#and how he can be supported despite that#anyways hello layton fandom im new and so far ive only posted about genderqueer layton. oops.#professor layton#op art#comic#hershel layton#luke triton#cw transphobia#why is she doing this in her office? well. i meant for it to be her home but then forgot. so.#she practically lives there anyway i looked up refs and shes got a fucking TOOTHBRUSH!!! in there!!! girl please just go home.#said her/him btw bc i dont think layton wld use they them yet. so it fluctuates
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humbling requesting gay panic joel propaganda long live smallidarity,, 💥💥💥💥
THANK YOU LIAU!!!!!! Waaayy overdue on this, unfortunately I'm still healing from art block 😭😭 ive been thinking about that prompt all this while tho...
vvv extra doodles vvv
#smallidarity#my art#trafficshipping#asks stuff#this is part of my scheme of getting jimmy out of his fanon charecterization norm as being bottom#like yes he is a boyloser and yes his character is moreless dependant on others...#but this man has the attitude points to support otherwise yk?#with all his energy volume and extrovertednes.... if that makes sense#(though tbf the ratio is more like a 40/60 in support of bottom-ing)#especially in smallidarity where jimmy can act more rough with his bestie yk#as seen with how Jimmy only ever really makes fun of Joel directly to his face#(i purely mean this in relationship power dynamics btw not as anything weird)#(i was also watching this video about how to draw interesting character interactions so im using these new terms)#drawing gay panic joel really enabled me on this tbh#i forgot joel's green streak.... i'll fix that another day lmao
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Embracing you.
#tbh I forgot how to shade midway through oops#I am so not normal about that episode though oh my god#green I am so proud of you….#animator vs animation#ava#alan becker#alan becker fanart#green influencer arc#ava green#leafey draws
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My brain gaslit me into believing that Valerie got her outfit upgrade in D-Stabilized because she was the only remotely acceptable thing about that episode, so imagine my surprise upon watching Flirting With Disaster again and Technus, Lord of Drip and Shipping Gray Ghost, shoots her with the drip-upgrade beam and she (and everyone else standing around her) doesn't even question it.
#danny phantom#text#there's also the fact that she literally has no major appearances between those two episodes so it's no wonder I forgot tbh#it's always been a close contest of “Which DP character got Done Dirty the Most” for me but at least the other characters had SCREENTIME#like what is worse?#Being a good character and then by season 3 turning into a generic caricature of yourself?#or being a good character and then being MIA from the story for no sensical reason?#or being the character whose sole purpose for existing is 'let's character assassinate the family-driven antagonist by being his victim#TWICE and just f-ing off into the void afterward because WHO CARES ABOUT ANYTHING MATTERING OR BEING NUANCED & FUN'?#I love Danny Phantom and I'm not being ironic when I say that. I'll be thinking about this show and characters FOREVER
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This year's big web! This one marks five years of big web!!!
#finished product sans wip updates!!#it's a couple weeks later than usual this year BUT we've literally never taken it down right after halloween so it's fine lol#doing it around halloween is just an excuse anyway tbh. this isn't a halloween decoration this is a 'jay likes spiders' decoration#I do LIKE the free zone but maybe in the future I'll leave a little more space? 🤔 hm#also I could maybe have filled out more of the frame but 1) I'm at the mercy of Amount Of String On Spool#and I forgot I wanted to try starting a fresh spool for the spirals until after I was already doing them#and 2) honestly I'm so sick of doing it by the end of it anyway gkjhkfdg by the time the spirals are that big it's HARD TO DO!!#about me#my art#spiderweb#big web
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Price plays poker properly only when Ghost is involved
(I don't remember how to play poker so they're also playing wrong now)
#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#cod fanart#cod ghost#cod soap#cod gaz#cod price#cod mwii#honestly i just wanted to make a small comic with all 4#to practice drawing them#idk how i ended up with poker tbh#anyways NEXT comic is gonna be Gaz centered#and im very excited for it :D#Gaz and Price werent actually that hard to draw#but Soap... my guy... I literally made whole studies about his face#he still feels wrong for me... like the essence of him isnt there#either wayyy im gonna go start working on the new comic#(while ignoring everything else i need to do)#(what can i say when the brainrot hits...)#oh almost forgot#can you tell what im doing with the colors at this point?#im gonna color code the shit out of all of them like every other character i ever made#theyre mine now >:) they get a color
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