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Updates on the soot Sprite pin!! I’m so excited to be having these made. The pre-order for them is still available on my kofi!
I’m making my first enamel pin! I have preorders open on my kofi!
me, crushing crystals: yes, perfect for charging spells!
also me: f a i r y d u s t ?
an old project i still kinda liked
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Fall 2019, Visual Literacy
Product Design: Homebrew Ingredients
My love can't take it no more, gotta caste it on you, on you ♡
The Prince and the Snake {Drarry One-Shot}
“Today, class, we will be making an exciting potion!” Professor Slughorn pipes. “Each of you already has the ingredients on your work table in front of you. Don’t touch them yet!” he ushers as one of the arrogant Gryffindors went to grab something. “These ingredients in particular make the creatura corpus potion. This potion works much like wolfsbane, but a short-term verion. You see, this concoction will turn any mythical creature and shift it to a human form for a small period of time depending on how well the potion was brewed.” he states. After he was finished explaining, Draco lazily flips to the page in his advanced potions book and began cutting the ginseng root into seven equal pieces, grinding the preficus wing into a fine powder, and mincing the calyfairvor. His partner, Blaise, was doing his tasks on the other end of the cauldron of boiling water. The blonde noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Blaise dropping pounded phealis crumbs before he could stop it from happening. The potion started bubbling, making ‘goop’ sounds. Blaise and Draco started pacing back, backing into the next table behind them. A large bubble of the murky green substance grew and popped, splattering in Draco’s direction. “Blaise! You so owe me!” Draco wiped the substance with his hands as his partner chuckled. Sparkles of light started shining around the blondes fingers and enveloped his whole body, stopping everyone’s laughter. Draco started to shrink, a terrified look on his face. His last reaction until he totally transformed was to look across the room on the Gryffindors side, straight into the green irises that watched in horror. The room went silent as the place where Draco Malfoy once stood was replaced with a white cobra snake. It lifted it’s little head and looked around the class at the amused/scared faces. It appeared to open its mouth to speak but it only came out in a hiss. “What are you all looking at?” Harry heard it say. The brunette stood and walked over to the dazed snake and started speaking in parseltongue. “Don’t freak out…” He said, apparating a mirror and showing off Draco’s new form. The new Draco sat there for a minute, staring at his reflection, not saying a word. Afterwards, he slithered over to his partner and started wrapping his body around their neck, choking them. Blaise let out a few strangled laughs before saying ‘worth it’ through his blocked air pipes. “Mister Malfoy, enough.” The professor stuttered while braking out of his surprizes daze. Draco, reluctantly, un wrapped himself and slithered onto the desk. “How do we reverse this?” he hissed at Slughorn. “He’s asking how to turn him back.” Harry acted as a translator. “Well, uh, there is one way I know. But it’s ridiculous. It may not work.” the professor nervously chuckled. Another series of hisses broke out from the cobra, and Harry coughed to stop him after he long made his point. “He asked to just say it anyway.” Harry chuckled, though he left out the rude parts. “Ah, yes. Well. The mishap can be undone by… a kiss from your chosen love.” Slughorn mutters loud enough with a deep sigh. “But surely something as ridiculous at that cannot work.” he added. “Is there some other way, professor? Malfoy is unable to love.” Ron mocks from his corner. “I do love someone, you insufferable prat.” Draco rolled his beady, little, blue eyes. Harry’s mouth gaped as he was the only one who could understand. Laughter broke out from behind Blaise and Draco’s worktable. Pansy Parkinson was brimming with her giggles. “Go on, Dray. Kiss whom you most dearly love.” she laughed even more when Draco pulled out his pure white hood and hissed venomously. She wiped a tear from her eyes and calmed down, smiling at the cobra. “I dare you.” She notes, and they stare at each other for a moment. “Potter, I need you to take me to someone.” Draco looks back to the emerald eyed Gryffindor. Harry nodded and picked Draco up, holding him close to his chest as to not drop him if they ran into someone, and left the classroom. After a bit of walking, the cobra tells Harry to stop. “Go into that alcove right there.” The Gryffindor was confused, but complied nonetheless. “I swear, Malfoy, if you bite me and leave me here to die, I will be so upset.” Harry closes the curtain. “I need you to kiss me.” Draco suddenly blurts out, leaving a following silence. “What?” Harry gulped, unable to hide his quickly spreading blush. “The professor said a kiss from your chosen love, correct? I’m sure you could fill it in from there. You’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be.” Draco snaps back, avoiding eye contact… I think. Harry’s brain seemed to stop thinking at that moment. The only thing it pointed to was ‘do it’. He hadn’t an idea why. Maybe just to turn Draco back and get done with it. “Okay.” He said before he could convince himself otherwise. The little snakes head looked back at him (and as far as snake facial expressions could go) he could really hide his shock and confusion. “You better not be joking around cause then you just waisted both of our time.” Harry sighed, leaning over and placing a small peck to draco’s scaly lips. It wasn’t long until he felt his hands cupping soft cheeks and he was being smothered in affection. The kiss didn’t last long. Maybe a minute or two of slow, gentle movements. They separated, partially, still standing an inch away from each other. Draco felt Harry’s breath and could smell his woodley aftershave. “Thank you for changing me back.” he stepped back, feeling an emptiness when he didn’t get a response. Harry hated him. As Draco tried walking out of the curtains, a firm hand stopped him, holding his upper arm. “Draco, I-” Harry stared, but bit his lip when the blonde looked back in his adorable confusion. “Astronomy tower. Tonight. Uh, be there.” he blushed, quickly getting flustered by his vague instructions. Draco stepped back into the alcove, a small smile gracing his, usually stubborn features. “See you there, Harry.” He leaned forward slowly and placed another chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. The brunette’s hands found themselves to Draco’s chest, resting on his slim figure, fingers running over his silk robes.
Power Outage #92 Kept in the Dark and Fed...
It's a quote from the fanfiction on Ao3 'Harry Potter and the Problem with Potions' By Wyste, specifically chapter 62. It's very good, please check it out!!
Original Sketch Below!:
Power Outage #91 The Mind BOGGLES
It’s a quote from the fanfiction on Ao3 ‘Harry Potter and the Problem with Potions’ By Wyste, specifically chapter 88. It’s very good, please check it out!!
Alternate Below:
My dream is a fanfic about a female Severus Snape who is a lesbian. BAM! And so the story of Severus Snape becomes even more tragic~
Prompt #47
You are a witch and you took the wrong potion. That‘s not good. To your defense: the potions look all the same.
Anyway, now you are a frog and have to find someone stupid enough to kiss a frog. And that’s why you sometimes hate your life...
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 *ੈ✩‧₊˚
The last you see of them snsjsjnk, I just wanted to have them all together (video under the cut) ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
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I finally drew enough potions to make another pause game and this turned out soooo good! The vibes are so on point and I'm just so happy with it ✨🔮⚗️ Ps- I also have another new short on my channel, not art related but it was a trend I wanted to try, check it out if you want to 🩵⬇️
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⋆˚꩜｡ 𝓒𝓪𝓴𝓮 / 𝓯𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 ⋆˚꩜｡
⚗️🧪🔮✨ Idk if I'll draw more of these but... something tells me I will... ⚗️🧪🔮✨
What I do all day when I don't even make new art
(Colourful ver under the cut)
I don't know if anyone from Russia/Belarus tried to watch my video and couldn't but apparently it is restricted there because of the spirited away music I used (･ัω･ั) there's nothing I can do about it because it's literally in the middle of the video but here's EVERYTHING I made in that vid. If you can watch it and haven't yet though...haha please do. Don't let the spoilers distract you 🤗💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 Link under the cut 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
The maximalist girlie in me is happy ✨
(idk why I do this, I'm leaving home later this year ಥ‿ಥ)
I got some new markers awhile back and decided they were the perfect colors for some of @nonetoon lovely lotions. (This was of course not long after they were posted originally so you can guess how long I’ve had these 😅)
Honestly, I love the art style and the designs. The luck potion was my favorite until more recent designs came out, though my lemon loving self would probably start with the Sour potion.
So I drew the avatar I liked best interacting with some of these cute potions.
I may color these digitally at some point but idk. I will probably draw more in the future as well if that’s ok. They’re such cute designs.
I'm back 😈
Here's chapter one! The prologue has been heavily edited, up to chapter five lightly edited. So please be nice with all the grammatical errors if you find them! (Also feel free to point them out; I've obviously missed them as of this far lol, much appreciated!) Thinking of maybe doing a character post regarding the main characters you meet here, Oryn and May.
tw: mentions of death and funerals/burial, grief, blood
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Our dearest Oryn,
Our faith is strong. Knowing it’s unorthodox means nothing; our souls don’t fear the plaguing nags of Chaos any longer. You can’t harbor any doubts as to where we will go once our souls leave our bodies: know they will all find their homes with the Gods. You needn’t waste your breath praying for us.
Knowing you, this cabin will soon find itself empty. The home we built together will be barren. It’s okay—you can go. We trust you. But remember who you are. Remember who we raised you to be. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, remember what we taught you. You’re too smart for the world, so be prepared for the way they’ll treat you. It won’t be kind. But don’t let that discourage you. Know that here, in the forest, there is always our home waiting for you to return. Let it be your haven.
There are no others like you. You know what the world does to the things it’s never seen. Don’t go looking for answers in places where none will be found, even when it all becomes too enticing. That lure, that pull at your soul, it’s Natural Chaos slowly wrapping you in its snare. Don’t let it.
You’ve been loved, and in turn loved us. If you’re going to take anything into the world with you, let it be that.
Maureen, Elisa, Starla
Ch. 1
It seemed like mere moments, yet the two of them sat there for hours. As the sun bathed the sky in its hues of oranges and reds and purples and pinks, they sat in front of the three fresh graves in silence. Oryn turned the unlit torch over in their hands. The forest wasn’t mourning; it was empty. The life that the three of them had built here didn’t stop with Oryn or what they gave May; they kept the forest here full of purpose. Without them, it was like every living being knew that Oryn wouldn’t stay, so they didn’t need to, either. Once they left, they’d have nothing to protect anymore.
May wanted to give Oryn all the time they needed but didn’t know how time worked for them. She didn’t know how time worked for any of them; everything she seemed to learn about the three women they were about to bury only unearthed more questions that she never had the nerve to ask.
As the sun made its final dip over the horizon, Oryn stood, lighting the torch. May didn’t have the chance to stand before they dropped it in the first grave—Maureen’s.
The flames roared to life, like they knew they were releasing a soul to the Waters and Winds. Lighting two more torches, Elisa and Starla joined her.
May shuffled where she stood, clearing her throat. “Did they want us to perform any… rites? Or say any prayers?”
Oryn took their time to respond, making sure May understood their conviction. As a solitary tear ran down their cheek, they barked, “No.”
“You need time,” May nodded.
“No,” Oryn said. “Let them burn and fill in the graves. Then, we go.”
They stood their long after dusk, letting the flames turn to ash before filling the graves they sat in. Amongst the flowers and herbs and fruit trees would be three women who defiled every god in the name of building a home.
The silence surrounding them wasn’t one that bode dread; it was like the subtle breath of your lover lying next to you as you slept. The forest was letting them sleep in peace.
As May untied her horse from the post near the hut that was both Oryn’s home and prison, she could hear the wood sigh with relief.
They took their time leaving the forest, knowing they wouldn’t be back any time soon. The footpaths seemed to bleed into the plant life surrounding them, slowly rotting the roots and bushes into dust. It was a slow decay, the trees slowly dropping their leaves and petrifying within the few hours of travel it took for them to reach the forests’ edge.
“You should know,” Oryn said, clearing their throat as the steed took its’ final step from the forest into the field, “I don’t sleep well.”
As the crackle of the final trees solidifying rang behind them, May turned over her shoulder. “And by that you mean?”
“I talk sometimes,” they started, “and other times I’ve broken a few things.”
“In your sleep?” May asked, Oryn nodding a bit. “Should be fine. You’ll be on the other end of the manor so I’m sure it’ll be no bother. And there’s not much in the room to break, anyway. I’ll let the guards know not to worry if they hear you mumbling.”
“Guards?”
“Just a few,” May started. “They patrol the manor at night. Since I started commanding the New Guard…” she trailed off, her jaw tightening. “It’s just better to be safe.”
Oryn nodded, taking the two flasks from the small bag they carried. “We should drink these before we make it into town,” they said, reaching their worn hand over May’s shoulder and handing her one.
May slowed their horse, coming to a stop on the path in the lush field. Here, all the living things were normal, singing and chirping and fleeting from one patch of grass to another. She took the flask, holding it up to the moon to see the cloudy brown liquid inside. Taking a deep breath, she smelt something that took her back to the puddles of blood staining the manor’s floor.
Her hands started to shake, the brass ring she wore clinking against the flask. “How many times can someone take this?” she struggled, her throat and tongue contorting as each word barely made it from her mouth.
Oryn sighed, running a hand through their braids. “I know,” they said, downing their own concoction and gagging on the aftertaste. “It’s safe. It won’t break what you’ve built here.”
May sat up straighter, her free hand tightening around the reigns. “You know?”
“I know they gave this to you before,” Oryn stated, “and I know it worked. Drink it again and it’ll work now, too.”
May hesitated.
“I’m Oryn,” they started, their voice flowing freely and with a quality anyone would strain to hear. They starting listing prices for goods they didn’t know anything about, naming duchy’s they didn’t know existed and comparing them to men they’ve never heard of.
May wasn’t concerned if it would work. The hair stood on the back of her neck as the thoughts of the broken bottle and pounding feet ran through her mind; the gold sitting in the cove dug underneath the stairs in the manor by her grandfather. There were things worth killing over.
She put the flask to her lips, letting the taste of tar slide down the back of her throat.
“Good!” Oryn chuckled, a low hum droning in May’s ear. She gagged on the taste and dropped the flask, Oryn reaching around her to tug the reigns. “It’s sealed now. But you know that already.”
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The cracking of wood rendering itself to splinters rang down the hall, sending another shiver down Alec’s spine. He turned to his lieutenant, looking up at him the way small boys do.
“Dutchess said not to worry,” he started, a yawn creeping from the back of his throat. “Besides,” he sighed, “we have to stay alert for real threats.”
Glass shattered, followed by a metallic grating that could only be a nail ripping itself across the stone walls. A deep hum started creeping its way up the base of Alec’s neck.
“But, sir,” he said, his brows furrowing. “Somethings not right.”
His lieutenant rubbed his temples before conceding, nodding at Alec and starting down the hall towards Oryn’s bedchambers. Alec followed in his wake, his falchion gripped the way he was taught.
Reaching the door, Alec stepped forward when he was gestured to and slowly grabbed the knob. The soft click as he slowly started to turn the handle made a bead of sweat start dripping down his back, the low drone of humming building pressure in the back of his skull. But, after a point, the handle wouldn’t budge.
“Locked,” he mumbled to himself, turning back to his superior. “We shou—”
Alec was flung back down the hall, the shreds of door shielding his front half from whatever came barreling down onto his Lieutenant. He couldn’t see it, but Alec heard the snapping and creaking of flesh tearing from bone mixed with the screams and pleas of his superior, which were cut short by a quick pop of his head. His gray brain matter hit the wood Alec was shrouding behind.
There were footsteps hitting the ground immediately heard down the hall, quickly running to the source of the commotion. As Alec trembled and tried to remember how to breathe, another man’s hand was yanking him up from the ground and pulling him back down the hall.
The beast was of no shape that any of them had ever seen. In a matter of moments, more guards were thrown back against the walls, the demon’s shrieking echoing off the stone. If anyone in the manor happened to still be asleep, they weren’t now.
As one guard after another went with spear after falchion, their meaningless cuts and stabs were rendered useless. As the thick, opaque blood started seeping from the gashes, the skin would mend itself, transforming itself into something new.
The hulking mass of meat and bone would grind, creak, and snap as its limbs changed, its agonizing cries of pain accompanying the transformations. The skin would contort itself, stretching and thinning to contain everything within.
May came barreling from her quarters, untied robes messily hanging over her old nightwear, sword brandished and glowing in the dim light. With a look of determination on her face—the one her men always looked to—she barked out an order and shouted the command calling the bulk of the guard to her back. As the echo of May’s voice started bouncing off the cold walls, a rush of wind flew through an open parapet, the torches amongst the walls hissing into darkness. The soft sigh of relief amongst the darkness turned into a quiet sobbing.
“I’ve…” there was a soft shuffling of skin on stone, a hiccup of a cry emanating down the hall.
✨Fortune favors the bold! But dangers untold lurk behind every corner. Will the duo succeed in their glorious quest?
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Battle of the Brews! On the left, our potion queen brews up a storm with her elixirs that mend and soothe. On the right, the deer shaman dances spells for nature's balance. Who will win the title of Forest Guardian Supreme? Stay tuned! 🧪⚔️✨
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Free the end
Sequel to my first animated illustration - Find a Tree, Punch it to collect wood.
The cuteness believes they can fly!
I miss Bland Potion and the bad wizard that made them. They were adorable together. I would join the Bland Potion club!
They are the perfect duo!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1268017280/potions-a-curious-tale/widget/video.html
Potions: A Curious Tale - Adventure through an enchanted world where your wits are your greatest weapon and combat is not always the answer. - http://kck.st/1oIP0qQ
The leading creative director of this project is Renee Gittins. She was a frosh at Harvey Mudd my senior year so while I didn’t know her well, she and I have several mutual friends who are excited about this. From what I’ve seen on the kickstarter, this game looks like it has a lot of potential so I wanted to spread the word.
Severitus sketchbook page! I love them so much it’s unreal
Projecting my recent Guns N’ Roses obsession on Severus with his t shirt lol
Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.
Hermione: Make me.
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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.
Hermione: What
Draco: What
Snape: What
Hogwarts: What
