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thenothlng · 1 year
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YOUNG WIZARD FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE JOIN THE SERVER CALL
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cherrybombrs · 1 year
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im your biggest fan
You Want To Kiss Me?
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zoskyto-art · 2 years
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Merry Christmas Everyone!!! Art inspired by a lil ceramic snowgal I saw holiday shopping ⛄️❄️
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pixeling · 5 months
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Snowboll: It hides a fragile body in a case made of slush and sticks. When startled, it digs under the soft snow.
Snowgall: It stacks up lumps of snow to hide where its true body is. It is reluctant to abandon its snowy disguise, but will do so if forced.
Snowmite: It has gained enough skill at stacking up snow to make a large, intimidating display. Hikers are sometimes startled when they mistake one for a manmade snowman.
FInally finished this line, they came out pretty cute I think. Like I mentioned on the Snowmite individual post, these guys could be visible as lumps of snow on the overworld.
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Cats of Thundergrowth: Bishop Blizzardstorm
Names: Blizzard, Blizzardpaw, Blizzardstorm
Identity: Cisgender molly- she/her
Orientation: Bisexual- Tom leaning
Rank: Bishop
Former Rank(s): Crafter Apprentice, Bishop's Heir
A large blue-gray tabby molly with patches of yellow scales on her shoulders and the back of her neck. While large she is very skinny for a Thunder and has very long thin legs, making her one of the tallest cats in all of Thundergrowth, which makes her very imposing when she lectures you.
Blizzardstorm was born to Loonflower of Thundergrowth and Shreddedear of Windmoor, but she wouldn't learn of her father until he came barging into the camp all but demaning her and her sister, Snow. Her mother giving her up without a fight formed a crack in her heart, and it only got bigger when she learn that her uncle Goosefeather was the one to force Loonflower to fight for the sisters, which caused her death under the claws of Hawkheart. This also strained her relationship with her father, who the Bishop of Windmoor had exile him to Thundergrowth to be the father he wished to be. Blaming him for the death of her mother, and turning his attention to Harpyshine, a Drifter who recently joined, as if Loonflower didn't matter...as if she and Snow didn't matter. The nick in her ear was the last gift Shreddedear gave her when she tried to gain his attention. The crack grew bigger in her heart.
Of course her relationship didn't help with her relationship with Snow, the two sisters pulling apart once they were made into apprentices. While Blizzardpaw wanted to make Shreddedear proud of her and pay attention, Snowpaw wanted nothing to do with their Sire. She hated that she share the blood of someone from a different Kingdom, hated the fact that she started grew feathers along her neck. Blizzardpaw and then Blizzardstorm had tried her best to help her sister, but it didn't help with Thistleclaw of Riverglade started whispering in Snowgale's ears, saying that maybe a new start would help her. The two sisters would argue about it fiercely, but Blizzardstorm would gain claw marks as a goodbye as Snowgale went to Riverglade to join her mate. And thus the crack grew even more.
The only good thing in her life that Blizzardstorm thinks is her kit, Rosetteanthem. Born from in a litter of three from a bout of weakness between her and Haddockbounce of Riverglade, she couldn't help but love her three kits. But that winter from Chinoa's wails were fierce. She needed to bring all her attention towards her kingdom as her predecessor and uncle was slowly wasting away, she was all but ruling Thundergrowth. So with a heavy heart, she gave two of her kits to their father, while keeping her strongest daughter. She is very attached to her, but also strict, fearing for what the Gods have in store for her daughter and hoping to sway her to a new path.
She is very tired, but she stands strong for her comrades, the burden of their faith for her on her shoulders. Though she finds herself staring at the newest member of the Kingdom, and is wondering if the stars are finally giving her a break, if they will finally allow her to rest
Mentor(s): Stonethroat, Goosefeather (deceased)
Apprentice(s): Cricketleap (deceased)
Parents: Loonflower (mother/deceased) and Shreddedear (sire/deceased)
Sibling(s): Snowgale (littermate/deceased), Raven (Half-brother), Dust (Half-brother)
Mate: Haddockbounce (separated/complicated)
Kits: Rossetteanthem (daughter), Stonelull (son), Mossflower (daughter)
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hd-remix · 3 years
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Uncle Harry and the Overly Wise Six-Year-Old
by @snowgall
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Inspired by Harriet Evans and the Happily Ever After (2K | G) by @lower-east-side
Rose Granger-Weasley knows how the fairy tale should go. Shouldn’t Harry get a happily ever after?
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Author's Note: LowerEastSide - I've been a fan of yours for years. When it came time to choose a remix, I was immediately charmed by this adorable story and knew it had to be the one! I hope this peek into Harry's POV will make you happy :) Thanks so much to agentmoppet for the great beta and cheerleading and to MaesterChill for the last-minute Britpick! Any remaining mistakes are of course my own :)
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Mod Note: While we would always encourage reading the fic which inspired a remix, you shouldn't feel you have to do so. It's OK to just dive straight into the remix!
Uncle Harry and the Overly Wise Six-Year-Old
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creeeee · 3 years
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my piece from 2019 for @cauldronzine that I never posted! sleepy draco and harry :)
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gingertodgers · 7 years
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If you're still taking Secret Santa prompts, could I please request Drarry art gallery + bells + cookies for @snowgall Thank you for such a nice idea.
Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy - 9th December in the HP Secret Santa(thanks for the ask, Merry Christmas @snowgall )
requests are still open here
Potter was late. Very late. Very very very very very very- Draco stopped to cast a discreet Tempus to check how very very later Potter was. Twenty minutes. Twenty whole minutes that Draco had spent rattling around The National Gallery foyer, buffeted by crowds, eyed by security guards, it really was too much.Resolving - once again - to only give Potter one more minute before leaving; Draco resumed his vigil next to the information kiosk.
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“M’drunk Mafoy,” Potter slurred, leaning back against the damp brick wall. “Want this, want you, but want to do it properly, yuh’know?” Earnest, bloodshot eyes gazed up at Draco.
“Of course, of course, I… I…” Draco trailed off, grinning helplessly at Potter who started grinning back. “I…”“You…”“I’ve wanted this, you, for a while now,” Draco exhaled, reaching forward to run his hand through the black and grey curls behind Potter’s right ear. “So…” Draco took another deep breath as Potter turned to nuzzle his wrist, “I can wait, of course. I’ll wait.”“Not for long,” said Potter, his lips moving against Draco’s wrist. “Just ‘til tomorrow. M’just drunk is all.”“Yes, I think, I might be too. I… but that’s not why this happened?” Draco took a step back, untangling his hand from Potter’s hair. Frowning, Potter hooked an arm around the small of Draco’s back and pulled him back in.“Course not, meet me tomorrow.”“Alright, where?”“Gallery, National-” Potter paused to hiccup, “Gallery. 3 o’clock, yeah?”“National Gallery, 3 o’clock.” Draco found himself smiling again.***He was a fool, a sentimental fool who should have known better. Finally leaving the National Gallery, Draco was met by a gust of freezing sleet. Trafalgar Square was crammed with shoppers and tourists, a group of shivering buskers were playing Jingle Bells on steelpans.“So this is hell”, Draco thought to himself as he hustled his way through the crowd. The nearest Floo-point was Charing Cross Station but after nearly colliding with a hen party Draco turned left.Heading up St. Martin’s Place, Draco wrapped his arms around himself. It hurt. The promise of Potter, the lack of Potter. All the important parts of Draco had been scooped out by Potter’s green eyes and dopey smile and now the only thing left was hurt.The traffic roared as he stumbled along, so distracted by the sleet and the pain that he almost didn’t hear the shout.“Oy Malfoy!” A hand latched onto Draco’s elbow and swung him around. “Didn’t think you were going to come,” Potter smiled up at Draco, white flicks of sleet sticking to his eyelashes.Huffing in outrage, Draco drew himself up to his full height, ready to unleash a world of pain. Potter’s lateness and then this near-Slytherin attempt to cast Draco as the late party was too much. It would not be born, Draco may be a Malfoy but he was also a man of blood and nerves and hopes and for Potter to play with him in this manner-Unaware of his impending doom, Potter continued to burble on, steering Draco towards a doorway where a sign welcomed visitors to London’s National Portrait Gallery.“Couldn’t remember if we said the National Gallery or the National Portrait Gallery,” Potter explained, bashfully gazing up at Draco. “But you’re here so it looks like I guessed the right one. Shall we go in?”
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Draco never did get around to unleashing a world of pain. Instead he finally agreed to call Potter “Harry” and snogged him senseless next to a portrait of the queen’s favourite Corgi.
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Um because the anxiety would eat me alive and what would I say anyway?? Geez tumblrbot try to kill me whydoncha.
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firethesound · 7 years
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I don't think I've seen anyone else pick "Matchmaker, Matchmaker" yet? I think that's my favorite, or at least, one of :) It's just a lovely, entrancing little story, and I love the whole premise. (And if I could add another, I'd pick the "Don't Think Twice" series, because it's full of smutty goodness, but also because I still care about those characters!)
No, no one’s mentioned it yet! I’ve been really pleased to see how spread out everyone’s answers are, and it’s so interesting to see that people have connected strongly with different fics. And omggg Don’t Think Twice! XD XD XD
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eidheann · 7 years
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I love "The Green Vial" but I've seen a lot of people picking that one, so let me choose "And Back Again (Where You Belong)" because I love the reunion sex scene, and also "Dear Uncle Plume" because I thought it was an absolute treat :)
Aw thank you
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cherrybombrs · 10 months
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THANK YOOUUUU @essential-npc mwah mwah
Last song: oh man. ok. "chuchu lovely munimuni muramura prinprin boron nururu rerorero" by maximum the hormone............ Favorite color: shades of red :3 Last movie/TV show: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY OK. LOS CAMPEONES JUSTICIERO. its a 1971 lucha film and i watched it with my friend it was so fucking funny Sweet/savory/spicy: savory.....i just ate hamburgr Relationship status: in a straight passing relationship with my stupid bisexual boyfriend Last thing I googled: .......the name of the movie i mentioned above IDCGKJDFDHKJDFUHKJ Current Obsession: no more heroes and wizard 101 O_O
tagging, do this if u want (mwah): @chainsawmen @deadpostteenager @snowgales and whoever else sees this that wants 2 do it :3
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doo doo snowball ace and others have been explicitly racist and transphobic and not in a funny way and joked about 1nc3st :-(
Oh wtf -_-
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corromon · 4 years
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Dunno why I have such a soft spot for snowgolems, they melt my cold lil heart lol. You guys got any favourite mobs?
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I am really going with the allegiances this time. Voleclaw of Riverclan and Thistleclaw of thunderclan have switch places, now Voleclaw is the son of Swirlflight (Windflight) and Poppydawn, brother to Rosetail and Oakpaw while Thistleclaw is the son of Hailfall and brother to Petaldust and Beetlenose, mate to Snowgale who was formerly a Thundergrowth cat
And Haddockbounce. He now has a sister name Sweetlily, who is his Attendant
Like seriously people I’m taking inspiration from @twilights-800-cats
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hd-remix · 3 years
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“Uncle George says when boys are mean, it means they like me,” Rose said sagely.
Harry thought that was a pretty idiotic and immature way to show someone you liked them and was about to say as much when Rose added helpfully, “mum thinks boys are stupid.”
Hermione was fighting a grin. “I said sometimes, Rose.”
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Uncle Harry and the Overly Wise Six-Year-Old by @snowgall
part of HD-Remix 2021
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