#face painter harry potter

[the-pia-paradox]

Imagine. Muggle AU. Week long music festival. And Harry's a face painter and Draco wants his face painted and he doesn't even give a fuck about his skin anymore because the painter is hot. And just IMAGINE Harry gently manhandling his face, softly holding his jaw, and their faces are like... SO NEAR!!! And Draco's panicking and dying and swooning inside (but of course he keeps his Malfoy Mask™️). And over the course of the week they start to talk and the rest is history... :)

#draco x harry #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry fanfic #face paint #hp fanfiction #ao3 #face painter harry potter #give me this story. i want this story. make me oneeee #can someone please DRAW ME A PICTURE

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Of Love And War || B.P

Pairing : Bloody Painter// Helen Otis X Reader Genre : Angst, fluff, yandere (also x hogwarts) Summary : Helen had always been in love with yoou. What will he do when he has to choose between the dark arts and you? Wordcount:7k Triggers: uhh, people die, Helen’s obv crazy,, Harry Potter spoilers I think that’s it, oh also reader isn’t entirely sane either

[ A/N: It took a while, but it’s finally here. : ) ]

Hogwarts, 1st year

" Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. I see you haven't got a project partner yet. Wanna partner up? " 

Helen glanced up from his desk as he's approached. He's aware of who you are. You're nice, a stereotypical Hufflepuff. The only thing that sets you apart from your housemates is that you've actually got a bite to your bark when provoked. 

This makes you quite popular amongst your housemates. 

" Why? Did your friends ditch you? " Helen snaps back rudely. 

His housemate, Theodore Nott, snorts. Helen doesn't get why he's listening in, but as long as Nott won't bother him, he doesn't care. 

" They partnered up with each other. If you don't want to be partners, that's fine, I'll just find someone else. " You shrug, seemingly unbothered by his rude attitude. 

You turn around to walk off, but before you can take a step, Helen suddenly finds his own hand clasped loosely around your wrist. 

" No, I need a partner too anyway, when can we meet? "

-

" Hey Otis! " Draco Malfoy calls out into the commonroom as soon as Helen enters. 

Helen sighs, not in the mood for Malfoy's bullshit. 

" Yes? " 

" So, L/N, huh? I didn't estimate you to be that low. She's a muggle born, is she not? " He scoffs, a disgusted look on his face. 

Helen barely glances his way. 

" I'm surprised to know that you manage to find time to butt into my business, Malfoy. If I were you, I'd study more for Charms. Your last grades were rather, embarrassing... Were they not? " 

Draco's eyes widen. No one's ever spoken to him like that before, but then again, he's never bothered to cross paths with Helen before. 

-

Hogwarts, Year 2

" Y/N, what are you doing here? " Helen whispers harshly as he spots his best and only friend. 

" What? Oh, hi Helen. I was looking for a good book to read. Why, is something wrong? " You ask him. 

" There's a monster loose who's out for muggle borns and you're casually hanging out by yourself. Don't do that. " He crosses his arms as he stands beside you. 

" Don't worry. I'll be okay. Besides, it's broad daylight-"

" I doubt the monster would care. Do me a favor, just stick around me. "

Your big eyes look up at Helen's words, before your lips turn up into a teasing smirk. 

" Awe, do you actually care about me? " 

He raises a brow at you. 

" Of course I do. You're the only person who's... I don't know, durable, I guess. " He shrugs. 

" I find you durable too. "

-

Hogwarts, Year 3

" Helen? " 

Said male woke up at the sound of his name being called. 

" Huh, what is it Y/N? " He grumbles. 

All of the students have been gathered in the great hall, the reason for it being Sirius Black on the loose. 

" Can I sleep beside you? " You ask him, no further explanation said. 

He slightly opens his eyes, glancing at you. Once he realizes you're most probably scared, he nods. 

" Yeah, whatever. "

And so you take the sleepingbag beside him. He's surprised you don't immediately quack his head off like you usually do, instead, you get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes. 

Helen can't help himself. He keeps looking at you for a while. He never really realized, but you really are gorgeous. 

It doesn't take long before you've drifted off. 

Neither of you mention it when you wake up cuddled into each other. 

-

Hogwarts, Year 4

" Helen, look at how cute this creature is! " You yell as you thrust the book of magical creatures you're looking at in his face. 

Helen blinks, needing a few minutes to be able to read what's on the page. 

" Bowtruckles? Really? They're not cute, they're pests. " 

You blink. 

" You say that as if you've seen them before. " 

" Because I have. They live in the trees behind the mansion I live in. " Helen says unimpressed, pushing your book aside to go back to reading his homework. 

" Wait so you have?-"

" Yes I have, no I will not show you. Also stop blabbering, and focus on your homework for once. " He says, smiling wryly at the end. 

He takes your book gently, closing it and setting it aside. Once it's placed on the table, he places a hand behind your head, suddenly pulling you close. 

" Study. " He says, his voice giving you shivers before he pulls away again. 

You blush faintly as he pulls away. 

Had Helen always been that attractive? 

-

" I dare you to swap wands with Y/N for a whole day. " Lui grins evilly.

You cough, before choking and eventually breathing again.

" What? That's not fair. My wand is the biggest traitor in the world, it works for almost everyone. Helen's is more loyal than,, I don't even know. That's how loyal it is." You complain.

Helen grins, holding his wand out to you. You huff and roll your eyes, before holding in out your own as well.

" Please don't listen to him." You whisper to your wand as you hand it to him.

Helen snorts, taking yours as you take his.

About twenty minutes later, you're in your defense against th dark arts class, and you feel sweat break out as you're stood on a dueling table, a classmate of yours stood opposite you.

You swallow, glancing down at Helen's wand which you're holding.

Time to test his wands' loyalty.

Your classmate opens her mouth, ready to fire a spell at you, but although nervous, you don't back down.

" Expelliarmus!" You shout.

To your ( and your friends') surprise, your classmate's wand flies out of their fingers.

" Well done Y/N, well done!" Your substitute teacher calls out with a proud grin.

You and Helen blink owlishly at one another.

-

Hogwarts, Year 5

" I think I'm going to join the Inquisitorial Squad. " Helen suddenly says as the two of you are chilling near the Black Lake. 

" What? Why? " You ask him. 

He shrugs. 

" For the extra credit. "

" You don't even need that though, you're top of the class. " You point out as you lay down in the grass. 

Helen glances at you for a moment, before scooting closer to you, pulling you into his embrace. 

" Promise me you won't engage in any stupid activities. "

-

" Bombarda Maxima. " 

Draco seemed smug when he pulls Cho Chang in front of the broken down wall. 

Helen felt anything but as his eyes connected with yours. 

Why didn't you listen to him? 

-

Helen and you barely spoke after he caught you being part of Dumbledore's Army. That doesn't mean he actually let you out of his sight though. 

​​​​​" I caught these two trying to help the Weasley girl! " Draco exclaimed proudly as he walked into Umbridge's office, holding who he recognized to be Neville Longbottom and you. 

His cold eyes never left yours the moment you entered the room. 

He had originally been called to fetch veritaserum so Umbridge could question Harry Potter. 

" I'm afraid you used the last of it already, professor. " He tells Umbridge, though he keeps his eyes on you. 

Umbridge opens her mouth, ready to tell him to go fetch Snape, but he's already towering over Draco before a word can leave her mouth. 

" Hand her over to me. " 

Draco doesn't think twice before pushing you into Helen's arms. 

" I thought I told you to stay out of trouble. " He whispers harshly to you. 

" Yeah, well, that's pretty hard when she's headmaster. " You bite back. 

" Shut it, you'll only get into more trouble. " He hisses. 

​​​​​​Meanwhile, Snape has dropped by, Harry said something sketchy to him and now Hermoine's yelling something about a secret weapon. 

Moments later, the golden three are out of the room, along with Umbridge. 

" Well then-"

" Do with them whatever you like. I'll have a good talk with her. " Helen says before Draco can even finish his sentence. 

Next thing you know is that he's roughly pulling you out of the room and into the hallway. 

" Hey! No need to be so rough! -"

" If you don't want me to be so rough, fucking listen to me! " He yells suddenly, slamming you into the wall. 

You blink, fear slowly seeping into you. He's never been rough with you. Nor have you ever seen him mad before. 

When he finally catches up to your reaction, he slowly lets go of the shoulder he's had pressed against the wall. 

" Look, sorry, but-"

" I'm not someone you can boss around Helen, you should know that by now. " You tell him carefully. 

" Boss around?! The only reason I'm bossing you around is because you easily manage to get into trouble- Which I in turn hate, because Umbridge is a major bitch. " He bursts out suddenly, running a hand through his hair. 

He turns to look at you, his crystal blue eyes boring into yours with an unusual amount of emotion and affection. 

He carefully steps closer to you, and when you don't step away, he cups your face with both of his hands. 

" I'm in love with you, Y/N. " 

Your eyes widen at his confession. Yes, you most definitely have a crush on him too, but love? 

You carefully place your hands on his sides. 

" Helen, I like you too. " 

He doesn't need to hear anymore as he connects your lips together. He gives you a soft peck, never having kissed anyone before. 

He's your first kiss as well, but you're less shy. You move one of the hands on his sides to cup his face, pulling him back to you. 

You might not know what the future holds for you, but you believe you'll be okay in the battle against he-who-musn't-be-named with him by your side. 

-

Malfoy Manor, summer before 6th year

Helen's monotone expression remains the same as he comes face to face with the dark lord himself. 

" Ah, Helen it is? I believe you'll be a great addition to my army. I trust you accept? " The dark lord speaks to him. 

Helen doesn't need to look at his parents to know that this is what they want him to do. 

" Of course. " He answers, voice holding no tone of flattery. 

" Good, good, just the answer I hoped. You see, I've set a mission for your friend, Draco. I, however, believe it's best if you help. " The dark lord tells him. 

Helen nods, shortly glancing at Draco who's seemingly trying his best not to quiver. 

-

Your eyes widen as you look at the letter your friend Hermoine send you. 

Dear Y/N, 

Hi, Hermoine here. I was out with Ron and Harry the other day when I saw Malfoy and Otis acting suspicious by Borgin and Burks. I know we're not close, but I thought that Malfoy and Otis weren't either. Just giving you a heads up in case he's now on you-know-who's side. 

Can't wait to see you in school! 

Hermoine Granger

Did Helen really join him? 

-

Hogwarts, Year 6

So far, things have been relatively grim between you and Helen. The two of you talk, as you always do, but sometimes he randomly runs off with Malfoy, sometimes for hours on end, without any explanation. 

" What's going on with you and Malfoy? " 

Helen looks up as he hears you ask the question he dreads to answer. 

" Nothing. We don't talk all that often, why? " 

" 'You don't talk that often? ' He literally came to pick you up from our study date yesterday. " You raise a brow. 

He sighs, but doesn't say anything otherwise. 

" Look, I know you're hiding something. I also feel like it's got something to do with you-know-who being back. I need you to tell me Helen, are we together in the war that will no doubt be coming, or not? " 

He remains silent, confirming your fears. 

" Okay. I guess I'll see you arou-"

He's pulling you right back down beside him before you can finish your sentence and properly get up from the grass. 

" You're right. I'm afraid we won't be on the same team when it comes to the war Y/N." He sighs, his eyes turning sad. 

You haven't seen him so emotional since last year, when he confessed his feelings for you. Now, he's got a tight grip on your hand. He's avoiding eye contact, but his deep blue eyes look sad whilst he's looking out on the black lake. You know what it means; he's worried about something. 

" This summer wasn't like any other. Malfoy and I were approached by the Dark Lord to join his side. We know better than to say no. Now we've been charged a mission. I won't burden you with what.... " He explains. 

You look at your boyfriend, shocked by what he's telling you. 

" Just, please tell me, are you asked to kill someone? " You ask, taking the hand he's holding into both of your own. 

In return, he pulls you into his side, wrapping the arm you were holding around you as he replaces it with his free hand in your own. 

" Yes. "

-

" I once knew a boy, he was quite like you you see, he made all the wrong choices-"

" Get it over with Malfoy. " Helen hisses, stepping out from where he was hidden in the shadows. 

" Otis?-"

" I don't need a peptalk. I'm morally much worse than you know. " He says. 

Dumbledore could tell he was right. Helen's eyes were dark, filled with some kind of unexplained rage. Like he's been carrying around anger for a very long time. 

In a quick attempt to keep Helen from doing what Dumbledore has asked Severus to do, he tries to get through to him. 

" What would miss L/N think, Helen? "

" She'll never know. " He says, slipping his wand out of his pocket. 

Just as Dumbledore hoped, the sound of more people arriving catches their attention. 

" There's others? How? "

" The vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement. It has a twin. "

-

The Burrow, summer after 6th year

" What was the first thing I said to you when Helen became our housemate?! " Link yells as he points his wand at you and his own twin brother Ben. 

Ben is quick to react, pulling his own wand out and pointing it back at his twin while he pulls you protectively behind his form. 

" What the hell is this about Link-"

" Answer me! "

" That he looks like a damn angel and smells like flowers! " Ben yells frustrated. 

You pop your head out from behind his back. 

" I mean, I agree- but,, what? " 

Link grins, lowering his wand. 

" We have to check everyone this way, they knew we were coming. " Link says, stepping inside of the burrow, letting you and Ben in as well. 

Today, the trace has finally faded on Harry, and because of that, you, Ben, Link and Lui were helping with bringing him to the Burrow, the Weasleys' household. You had been paired up with Ben (with you morphing into Harry, thanks to the Polyjuice potion. Now, you're thankfully back in your own skin.) Everyone is also staying at least until the wedding of Ron's brother Billy and Fleur. 

" George! Are you okay? " You ask as you see him nearly passed out on the couch, his twin by his side as always. 

" Oh, yeah, feeling kinda holy, don't worry.-"

" Y/N! Thank Merlin you made it! " Hermoine calls suddenly, running to you to give you a big hug. 

" Hermoine! You too." You smile as you return the hug. 

It thankfully doesn't take long until the rest arrives. 

" Mad eye's dead. Mundunges fled as soon as he saw the first death eater appear. " Billy says, bringing an uncomfortable silence with him. 

-

You smile sadly at the couple who're dancing. You're happy for them, truly, but you're also sad, as they remind you of what (or rather who) you're missing. 

" Pitty party for one I see, mind if I join? " 

You look up from where you seated to see Link standing there. 

You snort. 

" Sure, sit down. "

" Kind of sad that they're having a wedding right now." You say as soon as he sat down. 

" You think so? " He asks in return. 

" Yeah, you don't? " 

" I think it's rather cute that they choose to die married, kind of. " 

" I mean, I guess you could see it like that too. Never expected you to be a 'till death do us part' kind of guy. " You tease. 

Understandably so too, Link had always been a player for as long as you knew him. 

" What can I say, I suppose I'm full of surprises. " 

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you after that for a moment, until he spoke the words you dreaded to hear. 

" You know, I saw him. " Link started carefully, looking at your face. 

" When we escorted Harry here. He didn't shoot a spell at me, but I can't read him. He didn't exactly seem to be there against his will either-"

" He was forced Link, just like everyone else in that wretched army. "

" I know, but still. You should be careful.... I think there's a chance- DUCK! " Link cut himself off as he threw himself on you, pulling the both of you down. 

Death eaters started breaking down the tent, shooting spells left and right. From the corner of your eye, you could see the golden trio apparate. 

" Wand out, Y/N." Link says as he gets up, throwing spells right back at them. 

You get up too, intending to do the same. However, before you've even properly drawn your wand out, someone knocks you out. 

-

When you wake up again, you're in some kind of underground cellar, Luna, and who you recognize to be the wandmaker Ollivander are with you. 

" Y/N was it right, are you okay? " Luna asks. 

You cough, carefully getting up. 

" Uhm, sort of I think? You're Luna right? Luna Lovegood? " 

" Yes, that's me. "

" Where are we? What happened? "

" We're in the basement of Malfoy Manor, I'm afraid we're taken. "

-

" We did not manage to catch him, my lord-"

" Fools! How is it, that even a simple task, you cannot manage! " He-who-musn't-be-named booms as he walks over to the poor man, who gulps in fear. 

" M-my lord, we did manage to take two girls. We believe they're relatively close to Potter. Mayhaps they could help? " Another, who had been part of the wedding crashing, asked carefully. 

The dark lord looked him cold in the eye, contemplating on whether he should kill him or not, but eventually waved him off. 

" Get them, perhaps we can get some information out of them. "

The man immediately scrambles off, doing as told. 

Draco turns to carefully look at Helen, who's sat beside him. The black haired male was much colder than he had anticipated, in fact, sometimes Helen seemed to enjoy torturing people, hurting them. 

He was unbreakable, nothing seemed to get to him. 

Until today that is. 

-

Helen's eyes widen as he recognized the pair of (E/C) eyes who seemed to stare right back at him. 

However, knowing better than to show emotion in this environment, he quickly wiped his emotions off his face. 

No one is to know you two were something. 

And so he watched. He watched as another death eater started using the cruciatus curse on Luna whilst questioning you. He watched as you didn't give in. He watched as they in turn used the curse on you. He watched with pain as Luna didn't give in. It went on like that for a while, until the dark lord grew impatient. 

You didn't look him in the eye once. 

" Enough. If they don't want to speak, that's fine. Kill them." He ordered. 

Helen felt his heart stop as you finally broke eye contact, hanging your head, ready to die. 

" Don't. " Helen says suddenly. 

He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't yell, doesn't show any emotion. 

The dark lord's cold eyes turn to him now, daring him to give an explanation. 

" They'll be no use to us dead. Lovegood's father will look for her. As will Drowned's for Y/N. " He says, not stuttering once. 

" Mayhaps, we should sent them a note. Lucius, I trust you own an owl? "

-

Eventually, hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. 

Helen watches you suffer sometimes, not budging with interfering. 

Luna was at some point left alone, for she seemed to be more of use as long as she was alive. 

You on the other hand? You were close to breaking. The torturing truly got to you, and Helen watched painfully as you turn into the ghost of yourself. Your skin which once shined was now dull and dirty, your hair matted, and you've lost so much weight. Your eyes get to him the most. They don't look at him with the hope you once had for him anymore. 

One day, he finally has enough. 

" That's enough. She'll die. She'll be useless to us dead. " He stops Bellatrix from murdering you. 

" What, it sounds to me as if you have a soft spot for this one, Otis~" Bellatrix laughs cruelly. 

" Not at all, Lestrange. But I doubt the dark lord would be happy with her dead when he specifically told you to keep her alive. " Helen glares back, stepping closer. 

Due to his height, he towers over her. Her heels barely giving her enough height to make them face to face. 

She scoffs, obviously bummed he interrupted her fun. 

That night, Helen finally goes down to see you. 

" Y/N? " He asks carefully as he opens the door to the cellar. 

" H-Helen? " He hears you call back to him. 

The basement is dark, and he whispers a small spell to create light. 

" Y/N." Helen breaths out as he walks over to where you're cuddles up in a corner. 

" Leave her alone! " Luna suddenly jumps in his way, pushing him back. 

" Haven't you done enough damage to her?! " She yells, although she keeps her voice soft. 

Helen feels a new emotion dwell up in him. He doesn't like Luna. How dare she say that when she didn't budge to say anything when they tortured you? 

He can't seem to control himself as he pushes her aside roughly, her head hitting one of the columns.

He doesn't watch to see how she does, instead he stalks over to you. 

It scares you to the point where you try to press yourself further into the wall. But he's having none of that, instead taking you into his arms and taking you upto his room. 

Once you've arrived in a different room on the third floor, you look at him. 

" What are you doing? "

" Saving you. "

" Why? "

Helen glances at your face, but doesn't say anything else. 

" Do you need help getting yourself clean in the bathroom? " He asks instead pulling you up with one hand on your lower arm and one on your waist. 

He doesn't miss how your skin shivers at his touch. 

" No. " You say as you try to push him away. 

However, the moment you're on your feet by yourself, you nearly collapse, had it not been for Helen who caught you. 

" Seems you do though. "

-

A few weeks later, Malfoy Manor

So far, Helen has been keeping you in his room. 

You've been walking around in his clothes, sleeping beside him in his bed and did well by keeping quiet. 

He says he's planning an escape for the two of you, but you know better than to believe him. 

He's always been calculated and quick, if he had a plan, it would be put to action by now. 

Instead, you're left to wait for the right moment. 

He's made the stupid mistake of giving you your wand back, with the empty promise that you wouldn't use it. 

For now, you can't yet, considering it would most probably only bring you trouble, and impossibly more pain.

Currently, you're seated in the window sill. It's a relatively sunny day out, but of course, you're stuck inside.

The moment you hear footsteps in the hallway, you turn your head to face the door, your hand on your wand beside you.

The door opens, but like always, it's just Helen.

" Hey, how do you feel?" He asks, face void of a smile.

You miss his smile. You miss the Helen you used to know.

You don't respond, instead turning to face the window again.

You hear Helen sighs, before you hear him approach you.

" You wanted to see Bowtruckles sometime, right?" He asks suddenly, pulling out a chair to sit on from the desk beside the window.

You turn to look at him, but don't say anything, though the question is clear in your eyes.

He reaches into his hoodie's pocket, and pulls out a small green twig-leaf like creature.

Your eyes widen.

It's a Bowtruckle.

For the first time in a while, he actually smiles, and holds his hand out to you. And for the first time in a while, you take it.

The Bowtruckle seems to be scared of the both of you, but still jumps onto your hand.

The window sill is low, and as Helen scoots closer, into your personal space bubble.

You put your wand in the same hand which is holding the Bowtruckle, something the creature appreciates.

While you're busy fawning over the Bowtruckle (you even tell Helen you're naming it Twig), Helen has his eyes on you.

This is the happiest he's seen you in a while, and he can't help himself when he turns your face, kissing you full on the lips for the first time.

Your eyes widen, but you don't push him away, instead pulling him in closer with your free hand, you don't even realize when you start crying. He also pulls you in closer, holding the back of your neck.

When the two of you pull away from one another, he wipes your tears.

" I know I've made all the wrong choices, and that I don't deserve you- but please know, I really do love you, Y/N."

-

A few months later, Malfoy Manor

You've always been patient, something you're very grateful for right now.

Finally, today seems to be your lucky day. 

" Come. " Helen calls you over suddenly from the doorway of his room. 

You were on the other side of the room, looking through the window, aimless on what to do.

" Why? " You ask carefully. 

Helen rolls his eyes but walks over to you, taking you by your arm. 

" You're going to identify Harry Potter. Don't do anything stupid, I can't do much with the other death eaters around. "

And so, seconds later, you're sat down in front of a man who's most probably Harry Potter. 

" I-I don't know. " You stutter out. 

You're scared out of your wits, surrounded by some of the people who've tortured you the worst. 

" Think harder! " Bellatrix screams at you, making you flinch. 

" I really d-don't know. "

" Get Draco. " 

Draco, who was just as 'unsure' as you, didn't clear much up either. 

However, in a sudden turn of events, Bellatrix spots a sword, and Harry and Ron are ushered to the basement. Bellatrix makes a move to come for you too, but to everyone's surprise, Helen actually draws his wand out. 

He wraps a possessive arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close against his body, and raises his wand to her chin within a quick motion. 

" Touch her. " He hisses out. 

" I fucking dare you. "

Bellatrix glares back at him, hard enough to make you shake in fear. 

" You can't keep your pet forever. I'm going to kill her one day or another. " Bellatrix hisses before turning around to torture Hermoine. 

When Helen feels you start to shake even worse at Hermoine's screams, he turn you around, pushing your face into his shoulder, as if to offer comfort. The hand which is holding his wand wrapping around your waist. 

After a while, it thankfully stops.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bellatrix' wand goes flying. 

Harry and Ron come up from the basement, and suddenly you feel something you haven't felt in a while, hope. 

However, Bellatrix isn't easily defeated, and brings a dagger up to Hermoine's throat, making Harry and Ron stop as they were fighting Draco and Narcissa. 

You're not sure what to expect from there, but then suddenly the chandelier squeaks, and eventually it falls down, as an unfamiliar house elf drops it. 

You take this as your moment to run, you elbow Helen hard in the stomach as you run over to Ron, Harry, Hermoine, a gringgotts creature and the house elf, picking up everyone's wands on the way there. 

" You stupid elf! You could've killed me! " Bellatrix screams. 

Helen just looks at you, emotionless, unreadable. 

You don't know what he's thinking. 

" Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to seriously injure. " The house elf, you guess Dobby, says. 

Narcissa raises her wand to do something about it, but with a click of the house elf's fingers, her wand flies into his hands. 

" How dare you take a witch's wand?! How dare you defy your masters?! " Bellatrix screams, outraged. 

Dobby stands up straight, the look on his face serious. 

" Dobby has no masters. Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends. " He speaks bravely, before he nudges everyone to hold hands. 

The last thing you see is Bellatrix throwing a dagger at you before you disapparate. 

When you arrive at the new location, you feel sand. You're momentarily numb to your surroundings. You can't hear anyone, you only see. 

Freedom. 

Finally. 

After only being able to look into the sad yard of Malfoy Manor, you're finally outside. 

After a minute, you register the pained screams from Harry, and it takes a moment longer before you've registered that the dagger that Bellatrix had thrown had hit Dobby. And that he's passed now. 

Silent tears escape your eyes as you walk over to the group. 

" There, he looks more peaceful now. " Luna says as she closes his eyes. 

" I'm so sorry. " You whisper. 

Luna wraps a kind arm around you, as everyone else is too broken about what happened. 

-

" Y/N! " Link yells as he all but runs over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. 

" I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let go of you-"

" Hey, sush, you couldn't have done anything, Link. Nothing could've saved me. " You sniff as you hold him just as tight. 

" Still, I'm so sorry. "

" I was so scared." You cry.

Link rubs your back comfortingly, and after a while, you calm down a little.

" I was with him most of the time." You confess.

Link's eyes widen, pulling away from him slightly.

" You mean with Helen? What was he like?"

" I don't know. With me, he was sweet. But when there were other people around he just, seemed like an entire different person."

Link sighs. 

" I'm afraid we'll have to see what's become of him when it comes down to it."

-

" Hello, I'm sorry to bother. Can I ask you a few questions?" You ask as you step into Ollivander's room.

" Of course, come in. " He tells you kindly, straightening his posture in awareness.

" How are you?" You ask him as you sit down on stool opposite him.

" I'm alright. Healing I'd say. How are you?" 

" Quite the same. You see I have a Bowtruckle. I just.. don't know how to care for it." You say as you fish the creature out of the pocket of your hoodie.

Ollivander smiles, and you hold out Twig so he can hold it if he wants to. To your surprise, Twig actually moves onto his hand as soon as it's offered.

" Peculiar creatures, Bowtruckles. Much like the wood of their hometree, they rarely bond with more than one person. Did young Otis give you this?" He asks.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

" Don't worry. I don't judge you. I remember back when I was in school and in love. it seems so long ago." He says with a smile.

" I saw the way the Otis looked at you. I believe he might be mad, but there's a big chance he's also mad for you."

He doesn't look at you as he speaks, instead looking at the bowtruckle.

" They eat bugs. I'd recommend letting it go, but I have no idea where a tree with wood worthy of a wand is." He finally tells you, holding his hand out to yours, Twig jumping back onto your hand without second thought.

" Uhm, thank you." You eventually say, not knowing how to react.

How did Ollivander know?

-

The Burrow, A few weeks later

" Harry got into Hogwarts. " Kingsley says. 

" This is it. " Tonks says as she takes her lover's hand. 

" The last battle. " Lupin sighs. 

" We better go. " Fred says, and one by one everyone starts disapparating. 

" Link, disapparate me with you, I can't do it by myself yet. "

" No, stay here-"

" I'm going to fight, Link. I have a right to make them pay after what they did to me. " You say, although you don't fully mean it. 

But you can't let your friends fight alone. 

" If you panic or can't handle it anymore, you run and hide, deal? "

" But-"

" Deal or no deal? Otherwise you're not coming. " He says. 

" Fine, deal. "

-

The preparations for the battle scare you. You're stood with Link, Ben and Lui. The friends you've made this year. 

All of you are just watching as the shield is drawn up around you, eventually connecting. 

" This is it guys. " Ben says softly. 

" Never figured we'd make it this far. " Lui says. 

Link scoffs, giving him a look. 

" What's that even supposed to mean? " 

" You slept through all your classes. Ben was busy drawing random doodles instead of actually taking notes and Y/N was usually busy bullying Helen- speaking of him, what will you do if you come face to face with him? " Lui asks, turning to face you. 

You shrug, you hadn't thought of that. 

" I don't know, I guess I'll just actively avoid him. " You say, not entirely sure on what to do either. 

" I don't think you can, Y/N. From what happened at Malfoy Manor- I think he'll go looking for you first thing. " Link points out. 

You hum, thinking for a moment. Truth to be told, you're scared. You don't know what'll be of Helen. You know he's definitely done some horrible stuff. And you could barely recognize him when you were locked up with him. 

" Just stay close to any of us. Well all be taking the back flank anyway, right? " Ben suggests. 

" Yeah-" Link starts, however, he's cut off as hundreds of spells hit the shield. 

-

" You'll go looking for L/N, won't you? " Draco asks Helen, who gave him a blank look, before throwing another spell on the shield. 

" Why do you need to know? " 

" I've got to go get something. From Potter. I could use some back up. " 

" Ask your aunt, she seems to quite enjoy herself. " He says, throwing a short glance at Lestrange, who was indeed, having 'fun'. 

The dark lord however, was not, it seemed to be taking too long, and so he finally drew his wand. 

And so, the field collapsed. 

" Look, I doubt Voldemort will win. I just want Y/N. I don't care about him or his fickle obsession with power and eternal life. " Helen spat, before apparating straight into the Great Hall, on his way to you.

-

You're running. Chaos is surrounding you from everywhere. As expected, You've lost Link. Instead you thankfully did find Jeff, Lui's brother. You have no idea who's side he's on if you're honest, but he seems to have your back. So you'll have his for now.

Unbeknownst to you, Helen is already out looking for you. From a distance, he looks untouchable. Like always, he remains unbothered and untouchable, making his way through the crowd without much trouble.

He doesn't look at who he fires a spell, he doesn't care who's friend he just killed, he has his mind set on only one thing. You.

He's done waiting.

He'll do whatever it takes to have you now.

Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to find you. He's less pleased to see you're not alone, instead back to back with Jeff.

He doesn't need to call you before your eyes connect.

You freeze. Jeff turns around to yell at you when he feels you freeze up, but when he turns to see Helen a short distance away, he too freezes.

No one says anything, everything around you happens in slowmotion.

Untill the building starts to rumble.

Jeff is the first to react, running off without second thought. Helen is next, pulling you into him before he leads the two of you away.

He covers you as the roof of the hallway you're stood in breaks, and when he trips over a fallen piece of brick, he makes sure you don't hit the ground.

He holds you close to his body, reveling in the feeling of having you close to him.

After a moment, you finally seem to come to your senses when you get up again. And after a moment of pondering about it, you hold out a hand to Helen.

He takes it without hesitation.

" Y/N I-"

He's interrupted with Voldemort's message. He's withdrawing his forces, calling out to Harry personally this time. By the time he's done, you swallow.

" Seems you have to go." You swallow.

Your grip on his hand loosens, , but his tightens.

" I'm not going anywhere, N/N." He says

You don't know how to reply. Your mind is overrun with opinions and thoughts of him.

Before, you seemed so sure he had gone bad, that he was a terrible person. But now? Everytime you look into his eyes, you feel yourself melt.

Will it be so bad to be a little more selfish and choose for yourself this once? Will it be that bad if you choose for him?

Before you can make a choice, Lui comes running in your direction.

He doesn't seem to care when he spots Helen, and that immediately makes you concerned.

" Y-Y/N, It's Link."

Moments later, you're stood in the make shift infirmary which used to be the Great Hall. There's tears streaming down your face, and you're holding Ben close as the both of you sob together.

Link is laid on a makeshift bed, his eyes closed. He doesn't look peaceful, he looks like he's in pain, something that makes you sob louder.

Helen's watching the scene with sad eyes. Although things between him and his old friends had been tense the past year, he still holds dear memories with Link.

About twenty minutes later, you and Helen are sat on a curb outside. The weather seems to have cleared up the slightest bit and you're tucked into his side, your eyes closed in exhaustion, though you're very much awake.

" Let's run away."

You open your eyes at his words, a few tears escaping as you're stuck in grief.

" W-what? But what about Ben, and Lui, and-"

He wipes your tears as he cuts you off.

" I've told you I would help you escape. I didn't back than. Now is our moment, let's leave the war, N/N. Let's create our own paradise."

You want to say yes. You really, really want to.

But what about your friends?

He kisses the top of your head, before letting go of you and getting up.

" This isn't our fight. It never was. Let's go."

You look at him, studying him for a few minutes.

Will you take it?

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2022.12.16

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Sagehaven by Thunderbird587 [E, 89k]

►After his death and resurrection, Harry Potter gained the ability to communicate with the dead. He now works as a medium and “ghost detective” with his business partner: magical theorist Draco Malfoy. When they’re hired to cleanse a haunted manor by a desperate young couple, Harry and Draco stumble across a haunting unlike anything they’ve ever seen. As they work to uncover the dark and painful history of the home, they also uncover the feelings they’ve been hiding from each other for years, just in time to face the most dangerous case of their career.

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Fest/Exchange

1. and the world is tumbling down by Anonymous [E, 27k]

►Draco is thirty-five and content. He’s a writer, a painter, and has built a life for himself totally separate from the one he envisioned as a sullen, fearful boy at Hogwarts. Everything is calm—until his house begins trying to kill him. ★ H/D Erised 2022 | @hd-erised

2. Nighthawks by Anonymous [M, 13k]

►In which Harry and Draco frequent the same diner when they can't sleep. Except--Draco left the UK five years ago, right after he broke Harry's heart. ★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2022 | @hdowlpost

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paint

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PzeUlZk by burningthediscodown Albus spends the day at the fair with his nieces, yet finds himself distracted by the handsome man in the face-painting stall. Words: 6295, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: face painters, my first oneshot in ages, i've had this on my computer for a year, Scorbus, this is pure teeth rot, my boys - Freeform, Alternate Universe read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51104086

#ao3feed #fanfic #scorbus #harrypotter #albus #scorpius

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Congratulations on 100 followers!!! You deserve many many more <3 I was hoping you could write Painting Remus with "3 - things you didn't say at all" I'm in love with how you write him, thank you for being amazing!

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Hi! I’m glad you liked Painting because I’m taking advantage of your request to write….probably the angstiest thing I’ve ever written. I couldn’t fit in the story because the painter wasn’t there for this moment, but readers of Harry Potter were never given an explanation for what made Remus and Sirius stop trusting each other during the first wizarding war, and I’ve decided that the catalyst for their mistrust in one another was the letter Sirius sent to the painter after death eaters destroyed their muggle family. Sorry if you weren’t looking for angst, but here comes a tall order for it.

I feel like most of my fight scenes have been a little underwhelming, so I hope this one… whelms :D

You had been trying to sleep when you heard the sound of someone apparating. Adrenaline filled you as you jumped up, Sirius's letter in one hand, your wand in the other. Your best guess was that it has been four days since you had apparated into James and Lily's home. You were still wearing the same clothes, as you hadn't had anything else.

It was Remus.

You felt yourself go limp with relief at the sight of him. "Remus-" You breathed, taking a step closer. At first, Remus' expression mirrored yours, but as you stepped close he raised his wand towards you.

"What creature unlocked your door at Hogwarts?" He asked, voice low.

"What?" You drew back, eyes wide.

"Answer me!" Remus hissed, tightening his grip on his wand.

"Um- A, a rabbit? A little jack rabbit on the ring?" Your voice shook. It had been 6 months since you had last seen him but what startled you more was having never seen Remus look so intense. You had never before noticed how easily he could fill a room when utilizing his full height, how much space he could control.

Remus lowered his wand with a relieved sigh. He closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Your mind was a mix of relief and despair, so grateful for the comfort while constantly being reminded of what had happened.

"Where are we going?" You asked, looking up at him.

Remus's face softened momentarily. You felt his hand come up to hold your jaw. He looked into your eyes, frowning slightly, before his gaze fell to the letter in your hand. "What is that?"

"Sirius wrote me." You replied, gripping the letter tighter. "To let me know that I should expect someone soon."

"Sirius?" Remus repeated, his voice hardening. He looked as if he was about to ask something more, but thought better of it and turned to the wall behind him. "Alice, Frank!" He called out, tapping his wand on the wall. "We're ready."

At the tap of Remus' wand, an archway appeared, opening the wall up to the living space you had heard around you the last four days. A man and a woman were on the other side, looking at you with a mix of sternness and sympathy.

"C'mon then-" Alice said, gesturing over to her fireplace. Frank was grabbing a bag of floo powder.

Bewildered, you obliged. "Where-?" You asked again, voice shaking.

"Don't worry." Remus assured, "Peter is going to take you in for now. Alice is going to make sure you get there."

You turned back to Remus, eyes stinging. "You're not coming?"

You noticed that while Remus' expression was stoic, his chest was noticeably rising and falling with his breaths. "No." He started. There was a pause, in which Remus glanced at Alice and Frank while he thought of how to explain. It seemed as if it was becoming harder for Remus to look you in the eyes.

"What Remus means is that we're all doing our best to keep sensitive information known to as few as possible." Frank said in a gentle tone from near the fireplace. Alice nodded encouragingly. "For example, we knew we were protecting someone in that secret room, but we don't know how to access it."

"And I do not know where Peter is, but Alice and Frank do." Remus continued, fighting a tone of guilt in his voice.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could Remus gave Alice and Frank a nod and with a sharp popping sound, had disapperated.

-X-

Remus let out a shaky breath as he apparated back into Sirius’ flat. He had always been good at shaking off unpleasant feelings, discomfort, but watching Alice guide you into that fireplace was too much. The expression you’d had, that sadness- and what was worse, surprise. Remus knew that you had wanted him to take you to Peter’s, he knew you were upset to realize that he was hardly involved in helping you. A shudder fell through Remus’ body as he closed his eyes- all he could see was the look of betrayal, of unfamiliarity that had crept into your eyes. That would be burned into his memory forever. 

Remus’ throat felt thick and heavy, as if it was going to fall into his stomach. He could feel a sob fighting its way out of him, but Remus bit his lip, tamping it down. Crying, Remus reasoned, would be too much of a release. Better to keep this feeling, better to be marked by it, remember it and use it so this never could happen again. 

The fireplace on the other side of the flat flared to life. Remus turned, watching as Sirius stepped through, his heartbeat quickening at the sight of Sirius’ gaunt, sleepless face. 

“How’d it go?” Sirius asked, looking at Remus with wide eyes as he dusted off his robes. 

“As well as you could expect… thanks to Alice and Frank.” Remus answered, trying to keep his voice even despite the fact that it felt like his neck had been tied into a knot. Sirius sighed heavily, shaking his head. 

“I wish I could have been there.” he lamented.

Remus felt his face twitch, his skin suddenly felt so very, very hot. He took a deep, slow, breath and tried to pass it off as a sigh in unison with Sirius’. So, Sirius wished he could have done more? Remus winced as the image of your hand gripping Sirius’ letter flashed in his mind. “I’d say you’ve already done too much, Padfoot.” he answered, forcing himself to stare at the floor as looking at Sirius just made him angrier. In his periphery, Remus could tell that Sirius had turned to stare at him. 

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, plainly confused. 

Almost too innocent, Remus thought bitterly. Remus glanced at Sirius’ face, at his wide eyes and the pit of his chest turned into a fire. “That letter?” 

Sirius shrugged, his brow drawn together in further confusion. “What about it?” 

“Because, Sirius-” he barked, only becoming more irritated by the jump Sirius gave at Remus’ biting tone, “Because you know better than that. It’s a very, very dangerous time and you’ve jeopardized Alice and Frank, you jeopardized me by sending that letter.”

“Oh Mooney-” Sirius started sadly, his shoulders slumped as he took a few steps towards Remus. “But you didn’t see, you weren’t there when James and Lily told The Order what happened. You didn’t see the pain on Lily’s face, as she talked about them losing their entire family and crying on her lap. They’ve been alone, Mooney, they might be safe but they’ve been alone. I couldn’t stand it.” 

Sirius held Remus’ gaze for a long moment, his face falling as Remus remained stern. It was true, he hadn’t been there, because he’d been asked to go do what he was always asked to do- find a group of werewolves that hadn’t already pledged themselves to Voldemort. Thinking of that just made Remus feel worse. Seeing what people like him were like- 

“You…” Remus sighed and pinched his brow. Was it hard for him to reply because he feared it would sound too harsh, or was it because if he said anything more he might not be able to stop himself from shouting? “You could have completely compromised their safety by sending that letter. You can’t do that, Sirius, you can’t put your friends above the order. Nothing can be more salient than the orders we’re given, nothing! Or you won’t have friends to protect.” 

Sirius raised his brows, looking at Remus like he was impressed. He tilted his head, mulling over Remus’ words as if chewing them. The hairs on Remus’ arms rose as his shoulders tensed, like he was preparing to withstand a storm- which, with Sirius’ tongue, might not be too far from reality. Remus swallowed dryly as he watched Sirius’ eyes narrow.  

“So you’re frustrated with me.” Sirius clarified, taking a step towards him. 

“Very.” Remus nodded. Sirius shook his head- there it was, that sharp smile. 

“...I’m having a hard time, Rem.” Sirius said, standing before Remus, eyes glinting. 

“Oh yea?” 

“Yea…. I’m having a hard time believing this has anything to do with protocols.” 

“Well it does.” Remus shrugged. He looked down at Sirius and could feel his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth. “So you either don’t care about the Order enough to be true to it, or you’re trying to wriggle out of taking accountability.” 

“Right.” Sirius smirked, “Perfect, Mooney- It couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you weren’t there? That we weren’t there? That their family is gone because we didn’t think they would be targeted and that is on us? Because they went to Lily and James and not you? Because I found a way to give them some shred of comfort, of love- and when you got there you were all business?” 

Remus felt like he might go blind with rage. 

“You don't think it wasn’t hard for me? You think I wouldn’t rather have them with me?” he spat. 

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Of course you would rather, Rem. But that’s the problem- it's always a “would” and never a “will” with you. You get all your life’s meaning putting out the fires James and I start. You’re all too comfortable just sitting back and letting people think you’re the sensible, witty one that will smooth over all of our mistakes, but you’re not. You’re the one that’s never taken the first step to do anything, you’re the one watching life fly fucking by as other’s wait for you to catch on.” 

“Oh stop this, Sirius.” Remus’ voice shook. “Don’t try to turn this around and make this about relationships. If you can’t handle not seeing them, not sending them letters, then maybe you should just keep away. Just stay away from them.”

“Why, don’t they already have you for that?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking bored. 

“I’m not kidding, Sirius.” Remus growled, drawing himself up to his full height. He took a step towards him. “You’re endangering them. I don’t want you around if you can’t fucking control yourself.”

He watched Sirius’ eyes fill with a malice Remus had only ever seen at Sirius’ worst- fights with his family, fights with Death Eaters he’d grown up around. Remus’ eyes widened as he stopped a shudder from running down his spine at the effect Sirius’ glare had. 

“Do you love them, Remus?” Sirius asked. 

“That’s not what this is about-” Remus stammered, shaking his head. 

“Do you?” 

“Of course I do-” 

“Not like how you love James, you ass.” Sirius seethed, pushing his hand against Remus’ chest. “You know what I am asking. It’s sad, you can’t even answer.” 

Remus pushed Sirius away forcefully, a cruel satisfaction rang through him as he watched Sirius stumble backwards. “They know I care about them-” 

“Bullocks. How the fuck do you fathom that?” Sirius yelled, leaning towards Remus again. “You either have to tell them or show them- YOU haven’t DONE anything!” 

Before Remus could register that he had moved, Remus had the collar of Sirius’ robes balled up in his fist. Remus held Sirius before him, a terrible grimace contorting his face. 

“Fine.” Sirius snarled, his face transformed sharply, darkening, willful and wild. “Do you know who you’re reminding me of, Remus?” Sirius started, voice loud. “How little Snivelleus would traipse around Lily. Admit it- you’re jealous seeing me be there for them the way you SHOULD BE, because you CAN’T get over yourself being a danger, being a risk. Well now you have no excuse, they’ve handled worse than a werewolf Remus, and you’re still inept. I’m not your problem mate, you are.”   

Sirius noticed Remus' hand had flexed into a fist before Remus did. His eyes widened. “What, you’re going to hit me?” he hissed, a sliver of hurt and vulnerability showing through his eyes. His mouth bent to a pained frown. 

Remus let go- forcing his hands to relax and fall to his side. Another long silence followed. 

“I always hoped for you, Remus.” Sirius said, voice rough. “I knew that you felt you had to hide, but I believed you’d overcome that for the right person, just like you did with us. Now-” Sirius shook his head with disgust, looking at Remus as if he had transformed into a stranger. “They deserve better than this. Better than you.”

Remus’ eyes stung with hot tears. He held his breath, staring at Sirius’ sharp, unloving face. 

“I’m not going to have you blame me because you’re too scared to be honest with yourself.” Sirius breathed, his shoulders shook with anger. “You can go hang around that oily twat Snape if that’s the lack of life you want. Get out.”   

“Fine-” Remus growled, and with a flick of his wand he glimpsed the last he’d ever see of Sirius’ flat. While Sirius stood, wide eyed, incredulous, and in pain as the world spun and then spun again.

-X-

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"face paint" please!

Oh, face paint. I started this for @martsonmars over (surprise surprise) a tiktok I shared with them. Basically, instead of strippers Simon hires a kid’s party face painter for their joint stag. The whole thing is centered around a joke that Baz gets his face painted with the David Bowie lightening bolt and Simon asks him why he’s dressed as Harry Potter 🤣. I feel okay doing the thing where I’ve given away the best jokes in the trailer because I know I won’t finish this anytime soon.

A snippet:

I release a deep sigh and sip from my drink while the two men I’ve chosen to stand beside me on the most important day of my life wrestle on the dirty limo floor.

“Truly an impressive display of maturity.”

They ignore me in favour of grunts and elbow jabs to sensitive regions.

From this ask game

#face paint #snowbaz #fanfic #ask game #wip

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I hope you're answering questions and this one doesn't bother you. I'm curious about Tin/Jupiter and the roles it may have in an alchemical story.

I'm away from my reference books for a while, but off the top of my head the one character who is associated with Jupiter/tin is Ron Weasley in Harry Potter. Ron refers to Jupiter a few times in the series--he exclaims "By Jupiter" for example, if I recall correctly.

I know @hamliet has a copy of Lyndy Abraham's dictionary, so you might want to ask her to look up Jupiter/tin.

One of the plates in Splendor Solis is devoted to Jupiter, so that's a potential source of story ideas for an author who wants to work the "lesser" metals in. I'm unable to upload the image, but here's a description of it by Jorg Vonagel, an art historian at the State Museums of Berlin.

Drawn by two peacocks, their tail feathers down, Jupiter’s planetary chariot navigates its way across the heavens. Holding two arrows as attributes in his right hand, the planetary god sits enthroned in his chariot while an aid, kneeling before him, offers him a bowl. The more noble circles of society fall under Jupiter’s rule, including the nobility and the clergy. The painter of the Splendor Solis expands this group to include alchemists, whom he depicts in the right midground in a state of industrious activity. Here, one of the adepts can be seen leaning over towards a helmet-shaped oven-top known as an alembic, while the other one inspects the flask he is holding in his left hand. The left-hand side of the picture is occupied by a pigeon-blue palace building which is based on an engraving by Daniel Hopfer. Out the front of the building a pope seated beneath a red baldachin is crowning a new emperor. As is the case with several of the illustrations in the Splendor Solis, the coronation scene incorporates a number of details drawn from a woodcut in Hans Holbein the Younger’s series Bilder des Todes (Pictures of Death). Showing the emperor kissing the feet of the pope, Holbein’s woodcut “Der Bapst” (The Pope) signals the submissiveness of the secular world in the face of the church’s omnipotence. In the Splendor Solis, however, the emperor not only receives the crown with his head upright but is also endowed with the physiognomy of Charles v, who had just been crowned Holy Roman emperor in Bologna in 1530. This discovery is quite remarkable in an artistic sense insofar as the painter of the Splendor Solis took the liberty of updating the stereotypical pope and emperor featured in the original source of 1524-26 in order to capture the latest historical developments. Set within the angular niche of the inserted panel is a glass flask upon a green laurel wreath. Inside the flask, three birds – black, white and red – are fighting with one another. This renewed allusion to the three principal colours of alchemy is discussed in the text that precedes it. The painter copied the motif of the three fighting birds from the alchemical illuminated manuscript of the Aurora Consurgens. It symbolises the separation of matter by heating, its subsequent purification in the next stage of transmutation, and, as will be seen in the following miniature, its fusion into one bird with three heads.

#alchemy #asks #jupiter #tin #splendor solis

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Word Find

Thanks to @bumblerhizal-art for tagging me in their word find post. The words I was tagged for are Time, Breath, Long, and Keep. All of these excerpts are from my Harry Potter Fanfiction, We Must Be Killers.

Time: From We Must Be Killers - Harry Potter

Later, when it was time to practice, Pleasant trailed around the room, watching over the students as they attempted the spell. She spent a moment with each student, correcting pronunciation and helping them envision their desks as pigs via the formula on the blackboard. Pleasant remembered how ridiculous this spell seemed to her, with no practical application, but now she understood the importance of connecting the dots between these two unlike things. 

A trio of students were whispering in the back corner as she came around. She could hear one of them say “... fought You-Know-Who…” as she inched closer.

“How’s it going back here? Having trouble with your transfiguration?” Pleasant leaned down to keep quiet. It was clear they were not attempting the spell. 

“I was just telling them that I saw you in the Prophet over the summer. That you helped Harry Potter fight You-Know-Who at the Ministry,” a dark-skinned boy said in hushed tones.

“Is that true?” the girl beside him asked. Pleasant wasn’t sure how much to say. Their expectant eyes softened her resolve to ignore their questions. She sighed.

“Yeah, I was there.” The trio gave each other excited looks.

Breath: From WMBK - Harry Potter

“First question?” Pleasant asked. Bellatrix faced her; eyes dilated. She was not playing games anymore.

“Godric Gryffindor’s sword has been in my possession. How did you get it?”

“Magic.”

“Pleasant,” Gaynore said. “It’s no time to be cheeky.”

“I think she needs some persuasion,” Bellatrix continued. She cast a curse. Pleasant felt her lungs constricting; she gasped in an attempt to draw in air. “You stole it from my vault at Gringotts!” The curse did not end. Pleasant’s vision began to blur, her head began to scream for oxygen. “What else did you take?!”

“Mother.”

Air rushed back into Pleasant’s lungs. Tears stung her eyes as she gasped for breath.

Long: From WMBK - Harry Potter

Pleasant sat in the back of her uncle’s car. Though her face was stoic, she gripped the strap of the backpack in her lap so strongly her tanned knuckles were white. The swelling in her cheek had yet to go down, but she was grateful for no longer tasting blood. Neither Pleasant nor he had eaten lunch yet, and Mr. Granger was trying to hide how angry he was. 

“You’re lucky I had an open afternoon, Pleasant. My patients wait three months for an appointment with me.”

She didn’t respond, trying not to acknowledge that she was the reason he had to take off work. 

“Alice and I will be having a serious talk with you before dinner,” he continued. He was holding back from raising his voice, but the fervor of his tone gave him away. 

Pleasant watched a playground full of small children screeching with laughter as they drove by. The rest of the area was residential.

“They are threatening to expel you, Pleasant. Do you understand the gravity of what you’ve done?” 

She saw his brown eyes look at her grimly in the rear view mirror with her peripheral vision.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I dunno what’ll happen if I do,” she replied. 

Keep: From WMBK - Harry Potter

“So… maybe Gaynore being a painter is innocuous, or maybe it’s a ploy. Could be diplomacy work,” Pleasant continued.

“And it wouldn’t be the first time,” Hermione said.

“But what about Erasmus?” Harry asked.

“I’m not entirely sure what his specialty is, but we do know that he’s ruthless. Unrelenting,” Pleasant said.

“He’s the most dangerous person in this school,” Harry agreed. “We should definitely be keeping an eye on him. But I’m still wary of Draco. And Snape.”

At the mention of his name, Pleasant looked over to the staff table, but the slimy bastard was nowhere to be found. Another cursory glance proved that Dumbledore was also gone.

“Pleasant?” Hermione asked, snapping her back to attention.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think the Apprentices could be planning?”

Pleasant wasn’t sure if it was worth alarming the others with what she really thought. Their mission could range from kidnappings and interrogations all the way to a solidified takeover of the school or the ministry. From what she’d heard during her time at the manor, the Death Eaters had detailed plans at least ten years ago, something she didn’t quite grasp at the time. From what she could recall at that moment, it seemed like a full plan of action to take over the European wizarding world within fifteen years. And they’d already had a whole year of unfettered activity.

Pleasant took the middle ground, making an educated guess in light of what Draco had revealed to her a mere hour ago. “I don’t want to scare anyone, but I think it’s very likely they might be gearing up for assassination.”

#wmbk #harry potter #tagged #@bumblerhizal-art #writing #wip

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

Alexander Skarsgård: ‘I still wake up shivering in the foetal position’

By Kevin EG Perry

October 1, 2016, The Guardian

A few years ago, Alexander Skarsgård turned up at a Hammarby football match in Stockholm noticeably… what’s a polite way of putting this? Worse for wear? “I was shitfaced,” says Skarsgård. “I went up in front of the crowd and started doing this chant. Someone put it on Youtube. I’m very drunk, going: ‘You fucking cunts, listen to me!’ I thought: ‘This is real embarrassing.’”

During the bleak hangover that followed, the 40-year-old Swedish actor thought he might have torpedoed a career that had just seen him get the part of Tarzan in this summer’s blockbuster. In fact it made him an even more perfect fit for the role. “Warner Bros had said they needed someone primal and animalistic,” he says. “So my agent sent them the video, saying: ‘Isn’t this motherfucker primal enough for you?’”

Another one of the half-million people who watched it was John Michael McDonagh, writer-director of The Guard and Calvary, who was on the lookout for a hard-drinking detective for his pitch-black buddy comedy War On Everyone. “He saw the video and went: ‘That’s the guy,’” says Skarsgård. “It got me the job. The moral of the story is: Make a fool of yourself and people will love you. Remember that, kids.”

When we meet around midday in the lobby of the Hotel Normandy during the Deauville American film festival, it seems he’s taken his own lesson to heart. The previous night he was so smashed that he invaded the DJ booth at War On Everyone’s afterparty and proved that while you can take the man out of Sweden… “I played strictly Abba,” he says. “When in doubt, Lay All Your Love On Me. We closed that place down.”

As he concertinas himself into the back of a people carrier for the two-hour drive to Charles de Gaulle airport, sheltering his eyes behind dark shades, it’s somehow reassuring to know that savage hangovers afflict even movie stars who’ve been blessed with the sort of face that led Ben Stiller to cast him in Zoolander so he could ask him: “Did you ever think there’s more to life than being really, really, really ridiculously good-looking?”

Yet he was back with his pecs out this summer for The Legend Of Tarzan, a blockbuster that, like many in 2016, struggled at the box office. He says he was drawn in by the character’s search for a place in the world and impressed by Harry Potter director David Yates’s ability to make a £140m film feel “intimate”. But it was in some ways a change of scale. “I work mostly in independent movies so the scope of Tarzan was definitely different,” Skarsgård says. “I didn’t feel pressured [by the box office demands] though. It wasn’t like: ‘Oh fuck, this is a big movie.’ It was an incredible experience, but it was also nine months of just gym, work and bed. I didn’t have a sip of alcohol. It was robotic.”

Which explains the appeal of War On Everyone, a film in which he both downs and takes shots in every direction. Skarsgård plays Terry, a perma-drunk, Glen Campbell-obsessed, unapologetically corrupt detective partnered with the lightning-witted Bob, played by The Martian’s Michael Peña. It’s the old bad cop/worse cop routine, but laced with fierce cleverness. Where Shane Black’s The Nice Guys were bumbling dunces, McDonagh’s pair trade wisecracks peppered with esoteric references to everyone from Simone de Beauvoir to realist painter Andrew Wyeth.

“It’s so un-PC, it’s so me,” says Skarsgård. “You could tell John didn’t give a fuck about anything, which I found refreshing in a script. I’d read a couple of comedies but nothing that was fun or intelligent enough. When I got this script and it was dark and twisted and weird and completely out there, I was excited.” And besides, he adds, “[John is] a beautiful soul, which helps when you insult everyone.”

He even sees some similarities between his dirty detective and the king of the swingers. “As with Tarzan, there’s dichotomy in the character between being a civilised man and a beast. That’s something we can all relate to. We live in a civilised society, but 12 hours ago we were beasts dancing to Abba.”

The young Skarsgård’s first taste of fame was his own. His appearance at the age of 12 in TV film The Dog That Smiled made him a child star, but he soon found he hated the attention and quit acting. “I was desperate to be normal and blend in,” he says. He saw his chance at a life on the straight-and-narrow by enrolling in the Swedish military at 19, “unheard of” in his family. “That was my way to rebel,” he says.

Afterwards, still in search of himself, he decided to head to university in the UK. But he swerved London to find a more authentic British experience, and enrolled at Leeds Met. “It doesn’t get more British than a northern, working-class town,” he says. “There was a club called the Majestic where they had student nights and it was a pound a pint. We lived in Headingley, near the pubs on the Otley Run. Uni was a bullshit excuse for being there. I was studying British culture. I loved it.”

Deciding at 20 that he may have been a little hasty quitting acting, it was while visiting Stellan in LA that he won his small part in Zoolander – at his first Hollywood audition – but it was a false dawn. It would be another seven years before he got a major role, and he spent the time in between shuttling between theatres and coffee shops. When he was cast in David Simon and Ed Burns’s Iraq miniseries Generation Kill, he spent a month convinced he was about to be sacked. “It was only after four or five weeks I realised they weren’t going to recast,” he says. “Before that all I could think about was how much it would cost them to reshoot the big fight scenes after they fired me.”

Imposter syndrome is a common feeling – although a little hard to believe from a handsome, 6ft 4in movie star. “That shit doesn’t change,” he assures me. “I felt like that on Tarzan. I was on set thinking: ‘When is the director going to come over and say: Dude, you can go home. We’ve got Tarzan here now.’ That was 10 years after Generation Kill.”

Alexander Skarsgård, then: just like the rest of us. Fond of a pub crawl, obnoxious at sporting events, constantly waiting for that tap on the shoulder telling him the jig is up. So life is still pretty much the same when you’re really, really, really ridiculously good-looking?

“I mean, fuck, I still wake up shivering in the foetal position,” he says. “I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunities I get. Getting drunk on someone else’s dime listening to Abba is brilliant, but my life is still shit. I’m still agonising. What the fuck am I doing with my life? Where do I belong? Who gives a fuck? Let me assure you, it doesn’t get any better.”

War On Everyone is in cinemas from Friday

#alexander skarsgard #saw the video before when he mentioned it in a separate interview #but it gets me wheezing every time #GET SOME BRADLEY GET SOME #the translation in the youtube comments is a blessing #SAHLEN LOOK AT HIM #Hammarby IS the most handsome !!! #also I'm so hung up on drunken alex invading dj booths and subjecting everyone to abba

[painting-by-numbers-kit]

The eternal Pleasure of Paint by Numbers

Finding time for leisure and creative expression has never been more crucial than it is in the fast-paced world of today. There is a certain nostalgic allure to conventional creative forms that enables us to unplug from screens and connect with our inner artist, even while digital art and virtual platforms have their role. The famous artistic activity known as paint by numbers is one of these valued pleasures that continues to enthrall people of all ages. In this article, we explore this concept's continuing appeal and the reasons why it continues to be a popular option for people looking to express their creativity.

Disney paint by number sets invite us to reenact memorable moments and characters using vivid colors and deft brushstrokes, transporting us to the fantastical worlds of our beloved animated classics. These kits provide a special chance to interact creatively and practically with Disney's classic stories. It gives fans the chance to show their affection for their favorite characters while producing beautiful works of art, whether they choose to paint Mickey Mouse's cheery face, Elsa's icy powers, Cinderella's glittering ball gown, or Cinderella's sparkling ball gown. Every brushstroke turns into a chance to connect with the magic and nostalgia connected to Disney's extensive past.

Millions of people all over the world have been enthralled by the Harry Potter series, which has taken us on a fantastical trip rich with love, adventure, and friendship. Discover the magical world of Harry Potter paint by number, where fascinating tales and recognizable characters come to life on canvas. These kits perfectly reflect the spirit of the fantastical locations we've grown to know and love, from the Quidditch pitch to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts Castle. Painters can recreate situations starring Harry, Hermione, Ron, and other adored characters with each stroke of the brush, allowing them to enter the wizarding world for themselves.

Some gems in the world of art never disappear. Art lovers and collectors alike have a particular place in their hearts for vintage paint by number. These classic works of art convey a sense of joy, simplicity, and ageless charm with their vivid colors and distinctive numerical patterns. With this category, you can enjoy a lovely assortment of patterns that draw inspiration from olden times, timeless themes, and heartfelt motifs. As you bring these timeless works to life with brilliant colors and artistic perfection, rekindle the appeal of vintage art.

With the introduction of personalized paint by numbers, the world of painting by numbers has undergone a pleasant transformation. These customized kits let professionals and amateurs create one-of-a-kind paintings using their own photos. This category presents a wonderful chance to transform priceless experiences, precious moments, and cherished images into beautiful pieces of art, and enables people to add their own personalities to their creative pursuits, whether it's a beloved family portrait, a gorgeous scenery photographed during a special trip, or a pet's adorable face.

The power of paint by numbers to turn blank canvases into engaging artworks has endured the test of time and captured the imagination of numerous generations. Its accessibility, therapeutic advantages, and adaptability make it a popular hobby for people looking for a creative outlet. The timeless appeal of paint by numbers never fails to inspire and enthrall us, serving as a constant reminder that everyone is capable of being an artist, whether it be for the pleasure of producing something lovely or the contemplative experience of painting.

#painting #painting by numbers #art #paint by numbers #artwork #drawing #paint art #painting by numbers kits

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 116: Silver

The problem was that the entire house was grey.

Not metaphorically speaking, of course. No, Harry was actually a little in love with the house itself. It was a cozy little two bedroom home with a nice big kitchen that had an island in the center and a breakfast nook in the corner by the window. And the bathroom had a giant bathtub for soaking and relaxing. The living room had bookshelves built into the walls and a cozy fireplace that Harry couldn't wait to use in the fall and winter.

Metaphorically speaking, the house was sunshine-yellow. Harry adored it.

But every wall in the house was literally grey. His realtor had assured him that grey walls were very fashionable and that he'd grow to like them in time if he just gave them a chance.

So he'd given them a chance. He waited to fall in love with the walls for three whole days before he decided that he simply couldn't take it anymore.

He went to the little muggle hardware store down the street and bought seven gallons of paint; sea foam for the bathroom, coral for the kitchen and breakfast nook, cerulean for his bed room, emerald for the guest bedroom, raspberry for the living room, crisp white for the entry way and all of the doorways, and crimson for the front door. Harry bought paintbrushes, rollers, drop cloths, painters tape, and even a fancy tool to get the corners.

Thankfully, the shop owner let him borrow a little wagon to take everything back on and in no time Harry had the tape up to protect ceilings and doorways, he had drop cloths covering the hard wood floors, and he was ready to start.

He didn't know how long he was at it, but he'd finished the front door, the entry way, and the kitchen when a familiar voice was calling out to him from the open front door. "Potter?"

"Draco," he said in surprise, making his way through the stacks of covered furniture to find his bemused looking auror partner standing on the front steps with a bottle of wine and a house plant. "Hi," he said.

"Hello," the other man replied. "Is it a muggle custom to simply leave one's door open?"

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"No," Harry said with a laugh, "My paint is just drying."

"Have I come at a bad time?" Draco asked, brow furrowing slightly. "I should have sent a patronus ahead of me to check, I'm sorr-"

"It's fine," Harry assured quickly, "I told you to come by any time. Come in. Please."

"Are you certain?" he asked.

He nodded, "Come on. Just don't touch the walls."

Draco followed him inside and held out the wine and the plant, "These are for you," he offered, "house warming presents."

"Thank you," Harry said, genuinely touched. "Really, you didn't have to-"

"I wanted to."

"Thank you," he said again.

After a moment of simply staring at one another, an activity that was becoming increasingly, worryingly common for the two of them, Draco said, "So! Show me your house." He grinned, silver eyes twinkling with mischief, "Give me the grand tour."

Harry laughed, "Well, you'll have to forgive the mess," he said as he headed toward the kitchen, "I'm painting."

"I can see that," he teased. "What was wrong with the color the walls were when you moved in?"

He made a face as he tucked the wine into the refrigerator, "They were all grey!" he said. "Every. single. wall. Grey!"

Draco laughed, "Alright, tell me about your vision for each room."

Happily, Harry complied; taking Draco around the house room by room and telling him about the color palette for each space, the new furniture and decorations he was thinking about buying to complete each room.

By the time they made it back to the living room, Draco was chuckling under his breath.

"What?" he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Just you," he said with a little shake of his head. "This is so like you."

"How so?"

With a wistful little smile, Draco looked around the room like he could already see what Harry was going to do. "There's just so much life here, you know? You just," he shrugged a little helplessly, "Everywhere you go, you make things come to life."

He blinked at him and opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out. He swallowed back what felt suspiciously like tears and then managed, "That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

A flush flared across Draco's cheeks and Harry admirably resisted the urge to trail his nose over the blush. "Don't let it go to your head," the other man said with a huff.

Harry laughed, "Do you want to stay?"

"Sorry?"

He shrugged, "Do you want to stay and help paint? It's actually pretty fun."

"I don't have the appropriate attire," he said after a moment.

"I have extra joggers and t-shirts you can borrow if you'd like?" he offered.

The corner of Draco's mouth tipped up, "If you don't mind. I've never painted the muggle way before."

"It feels good," Harry said as he started off toward his room to fetch clothes for Draco to borrow. "It feels like you've really accomplished something."

Draco laughed, following along behind him, "Ah, yes. I can see how you, who brought in only thirteen criminals to the DMLE this week alone, might feel the need to 'really accomplish something,'" he teased.

"Shut it," Harry said good naturedly as he dug out clothes for Draco to borrow and threw them at his head.

Draco caught them and Harry's eyes snagged on Draco's, holding them for a beat too long again, before he cleared his throat, "I'll see you in a few minutes," he offered lamely before fleeing his own bedroom.

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After several hours of painting (and laughing, and singing and dancing along with the wireless, and cleaning dripped paint off of several surfaces that it should never have been on in the first place) they decided to take a break for dinner.

They ordered a pizza and ate it sitting on the floor in the living room while they drank the bottle of wine Draco had brought. And as Harry stared at the rosy blush coloring Draco's cheeks from the wine and the laughter, he tried to remember the last time he'd felt this free and happy.

When he couldn't eat one more bite, Harry flopped down on his back on the floor in the living room with a groan, "My shoulder hurts from painting."

Draco nudged him with his knee. "You're getting old, Potter," he said with a little smile.

And he meant it as a joke but it twisted something in Harry's gut uncomfortably, "I never imagined I'd grow old," he confessed softly.

The smile slipped from Draco's face, "Harry, I didn't mean-"

"It's alright," Harry said quickly, reaching out to press his pinky against Draco's. "It just my parents died really young, and there was everything with Voldemort, and for a long time after that I thought that surely one of his followers would finish me off," he shrugged. "And I just didn't expect to get old."

"You listen to me, Harry Potter," Draco said fiercely, his eyes bright in a way that made Harry's heart clench in his chest. "You are going to live to be ancient. Older than Dumbledore and infinitely happier."

"Oh?" he asked, smiling in spite of himself.

"Yes."

"How do you know?" he asked.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, "Because I do. And if there is something else destined for you, I will make it so by sheer force of will." He wrapped his pinky around Harry's and something thrilled in the pit of Harry's stomach, "You deserve the world and if the world will not hand itself over on a silver platter, I will give it to you."

He sat up and pressed his lips to the other man's without another thought because it was honestly nothing short of a miracle that he hadn't done it before now. And honestly, how was he supposed to resist kissing him when the other man said things like that? "I love you," he breathed when he pulled back. And then he immediately wanted to take those words back, "Sorry," he spluttered as he collapsed back onto the floor and covered his face with his hands, "Godric, I don't know what's come over me. Sorry. Just forget-"

Draco's lips covered Harry's and stemmed the flow of words coming from his mouth.

"Mmrmph," Harry murmured against his mouth inelegantly before giving himself over to the kiss completely and reaching up to cup Draco's face with his hands.

"Don't be sorry," Draco whispered when he drew back a moment later, "Please say you meant it."

"I meant it," Harry replied softly as he brushed Draco's hair back.

"Good," Draco said, leaning down to kiss him softly once more. "Because I love you, too."

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Day 115: Soft | Day 117: Movie

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #I should probably just change the tag to one year of drarry drabbles at this point #one year of drarry drabbles #drarry #fluff #love confessions #happy #like they just deserve to be happy and I'm feeling emotional about that so here this fic is #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #my writing #thank you for the prompt!

[kellyvela]

Am i the only one who has noticed a repeating theme of dark haired hero with a red haired girl in art and literature? Even Persephone (with whom Sansa shares many parallels) is mostly descripted in art as having red hair, and Hades is well... dark and associated with death. Heck, Harry is dark haired and Ginny has red hair. And I have seen so many arts, I've lost count of, with this very motif, perhaps because this contrast of black/red is very pleasing to eyes?? Also, I think red hair is greatly seen as a symbol of beauty in literature, as irl its supposed to be very rare. Thoughts?

(Have you read HP bcz completely unrelated but a beautiful coincidence, Harry once describes Ginny "her face glowing like the setting sun" ... quite some time before he has any romantic interest in her because he is 12 and Ginny is about ... 11 😬😬)

Not the only one Anon, and there is an actual trope called Heroes Want Redheads. Dark hair and red hair make a handsome contrast indeed.

GRRM certainly loves redheads, he married two of them.

Dowd: What’s with you and redheads?

Martin: I like redheads! I’m married to a redhead. And I’ve known other redheads in the past. But I also like blondes and brunettes and other people, even women who occasionally shave their heads. So there’s — I think redheads are amazing.

—New York Times - 2018

He has written multiple redhead female characters and among them just a few with auburn hair, the most notables are Laurie Blackburn from A Song for Lya and Sansa Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire.

When asked: Superman or Batman, GRRM said Spiderman, and Peter Parker loved his Mary Jane Watson, a renowned redhead.

GRRM loves Pre-Raphaelites art, and all those painters loved their redheads princesses, goddesses and ladies.

I haven't read Harry Potter but you are also right about that, there is a lot of books when the hero/protagonist describes his love interest as radiant, a friend of mine started to collect some examples but she never posted her findings. I remember one example was from Twilight, Edward describing/calling Bella "radiant." The term has romantic implications for GRRM, as it was explained here.

Thanks for your message <3

#anon asks #sansa stark #grrm

[the-starryknight]

ART + DRARRY RECS: ARTIST!DRACO

In many of these fics, Draco’s art practice is a vehicle for his redemption and his healing. It’s also often a symbol of his (growing or established) connection with Harry. He’s often a painter, but this list also includes Draco as a graffiti artist and a burgeoning knitter. I hope you’ll enjoy!

[Fic] Painted Bodies, Painted Minds by Lomonaaren 2008 | M | 3k

Harry keeps interrupting Draco at work, and Draco is getting tired of it.

★ Sexy and funny all wrapped into one, this fic was written by the incomparable Lomonaaren.  Draco being incredible competent at his job was a delight, and Harry’s obvious eagerness made this fic such a treat to read. ★ 

[Fic] Paint It Red by @dictacontrion 2014 | E | 5k

Draco's a graffiti artist with a bone to pick. Harry's the P.I. tasked with catching him. Or, apparently, stalking him all over town, asking a lot of questions, and showing surprising artistic talent.

★ Dicta_Contrion has written some of my favorite Drarry fics, and so it was no surprise that this fic had all of the hot intensity between these two. With snappy dialogue, tension that will keep you on the edge of your seat, and an incredibly creative plot, it’s amazing what Dicta has packed into 5k. ★

[Fic + Podfic] Exposure to Morning Light by Geneva, podfic by create_serenity 2015 | M | 4k, 25 minutes

Harry's taken up photography. Landscapes are great, but his muse beckons.

★ Evidently I was asleep when I made the Artist!Harry list because I slept on this brilliant one! Nearly all the eighth year students are artists in this fic, including Draco and Harry.  And wow, the dynamic between these two is incredible! Geneva has created such vivid images I feel I’m gazing on Harry’s photos myself, and Sivany’s voice brings gorgeous life to this fic. ★    

[Fic + Fic Rec] The Destiny You Sold 🔒 by @tryslora, rec by @dewitty1 2015 | E | 59k

In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

★ This fic is dripping with shared desire between Draco and Harry, spoken, felt, and needed between them. Their constant negotiation is one of the biggest draws of this accidental bonding fic.  Plus, there’s an incredible stream of creative yarn names, wand lore, and an excellently written cast of side characters that make Tryslora’s world feel vast and beautiful. Check out Dewitty’s thoughts and excerpts too! ★

[Rec List] Drarry + Career: Artist by @dragontamerdame​ 2016 | 12 fics 

★ Though Ash is no longer doing rec lists (and instead is making stunning art), this list is chock full of great fics (some of which I haven’t yet read!). I highly recommend you check it out if you’re still thirsting for artist-centric fics after this list, including both Artist!Harry and Artist!Draco. ★

[Fic] Borrowing Courage by @xxthedarklordxx 2018 | E | 70k

After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.

★ A poignant, intimate exploration of Draco’s redemption, this fic is full of incredible magical portrait theory, a deep character study of Draco and his portrait sitter, and so many soft moments shared.  Though Harry does not appear until almost half way through the fic, he is unmistakably present.  This is not a fic to miss! ★

[Fic] All Your Stars In View by @alpha-exodus 2019 | M | 18k

Life after the war is difficult for Harry, especially when the only thing that makes him feel better is, oddly enough, being around Malfoy. So when Malfoy asks to paint his portrait, Harry can't refuse, even if it means baring himself in more ways than one. 

★ This is a truly unusual take on the eighth year trope, and I absolutely loved it.  Alpha_exodus has created a gorgeous story of these two growing closer over the deep intimacy of having one’s portrait painted, made more poignant by the challenges between Draco and Harry. ★

[Art] [Draco Painting Harry] by @mad1492​ 2020 | G | Illustration

After the war Draco gets  home confinement for a year. Being at home almost alone gives him time to thing about things he suppressed before and figuring out certain feelings.

★ I have adored this illustration since the first time it came across my dash! The dynamism of Draco’s hand holding the palette, the expression on Harry’s face, the open window (a nod towards Draco’s soon to come freedom, perhaps?). It’s stunning! ★

[Fic] Prepare The Brush For Me (I'm Craving With This Need) by @ladderofyears 2020 | E | 3k

Harry Potter is feeling artistic. Draco is his canvas.

★ Did I mention the edible paint? This fic is a sweet treat of an established relationship + flirting + paint.  I love the dynamic between these two as they seduce each other through the tactile and visual deliciousness of a little tube of green paint. ★

[Fic] Potter's Portrait by @ariz0nababy​ 2020 | M | 50k

After the war, Draco spends his days at Malfoy Manor, curtains drawn, paint brush in hand. When Harry Potter requests a portrait, Draco scoffs. However, Pansy has other plans for Draco. 

★ This fic is stunning, with such gorgeous dynamics between Draco and Harry as Draco completes the portrait (Draco looking at Harry while he paints? It’s the longing, baby). Plus, add in some wild happenings at the conclusion, this fic is not one to miss! ★

More Art + Drarry Lists: Artist!Harry | All 

#anyway #imma keep including things like fic rec lists on these! #these take so much time and work and are a form of content creation imho #so enjoy ;) #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #artist!draco malfoy #art + drarry #artist #art history #fic recs #drarry fic recs #drarry fic #drarry art

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Susan and William: Magic Blessing

Designer’s Reflection: Magic Blessing

Obtained: Sea of Fantasy, Gleam

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Pink/Sweet

Awakened Suit: Magic Wish

Story - Transcripts from Designer’s Reflection

Chapter 1 - Incredible Secret

Chapter 2 - Perfect Plan

Chapter 3 - Starsnow Surprise

Chapter 4 - “Magical World”

Story - Summarized

Susan loves designing magical dresses on her live broadcast, but one day a troll leaves her horrible comments. Other viewers come to her aid and shoo away the hater. Susan feels bad, but more about the other person not believing in magic.

After she finishes her broadcast, she gets her brother, William, to help her find out who was the troll and how to make him feel better. They find out he used to be a painter, and even did his own videos, but one day, he gave up. All that’s left of his work is a half-finished painting of a magic girl.

The twins get the idea to finish the design for him and then give it to him as a gift for Starsnow. William dresses as Papa Winter, Susan as the Snow Elf, and they head to one of the neighbors’ houses. The man is surprised to see the children and shuts the door in their faces.

Susan’s cries draw the man back. He awkwardly tries to be polite and welcoming, but before he can say much, Susan and William cast their magic to fill his design with color and present it to him. They leave right after.

A few days later, they get a message from the man apologizing for how rude he was. He wants to paint again, and he wants to do better. He thanks Susan for the magic, and the twins are proud their magic plan worked.

Connections

-While we know that Light Elves and Water Elves exist in Miraland, it’s unknown if there are other elves, so it’s possible that Snow Elves exist here, too.

-Susan mentions a realm of magicians other than this world. She and Peppermint are close friends, and Peppermint often describes the world in terms of dimensions and traveling between them.

-We first meet Susan in Chapter 3 when she thinks Loen is Major Snowhawk. He helps her to believe still in magic as they escape from the exploding train.

Fun Facts

-Starsnow is based after the secular version of Christmas.

-Chapter 2 mentions “muggle,” which is a term from the Harry Potter series meaning “someone not born into magic.”

-Will doesn’t seem to believe in magic, yet he loves alchemy. Alchemy is a type of magic.

#susan and william #susan #william #shining nikki #game #designer's reflection #magic blessing #pink attribute #sweet #winter #holiday #gift #starsnow #ninir #magic #child designer #christmas

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The Man the World Forgot pt 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chris and Scarlet followed the old lady to a dark room at the back of the store. The walls of the room where painted a dark orange and the left wall was all bookcases filled with really old leather books and tiny viles of strange things from an amber liquid to hair to baby teeth. There was one of those tiny shrunken heads hanging from the bookcase as well. Scarlet half expected it to talk like the one in Harry Potter. The old lady sat at a table and motioned to the two chairs on the other side. Chris walked over and pulled out the seat for Scarlet then proceeded to take the seat next to her. He watched as Scarlet took in her surroundings, even though she didn’t believe in this, she never dismissed it or made fun of the craft.

“Give me your Hand,” the old woman said grabbing Chris’s hand and giving it a once over. She then dropped his hand and grabbed three decks of the most beautiful tarot cards Scarlet had ever seen. The lady waved her hands over the three decks and pointed to them. The young woman knew that she wanted them to pick a deck so she reached for the middle deck. Before Scarlet could touch them the voodoo priestess smacked her hand.

“Not you girl. Are you the one that’s cursed,” she asked.

Chris looked over at Scarlet to make sure that she was ok the grabbed the same deck his new friend was reaching for. The actor picked up the cards and looked at the pictures on them. There was so much detail and color Chris could have sworn they were hand painted by one of the renaissance painters. Each brush stroke was deliberate and perfect.

The shop owner took the cards from Chris’s hand and started to shuffle the cards while staring into his blue eyes. The stare down from this stranger was making him very uncomfortable and Scarlet could tell. In an attempt to calm his anxieties she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. Chris squeezed her hand in return as a thank you and waited for the lady sitting across from them to speak.

“What is it that you want,” she asked placing the deck down between the actor and herself.

“I want my life back,” he replied in the hope that she will be able to fix this mess.

“Cut the deck.”

Chris picked up half of the hand painted cards and placed the now two decks side by side. The lady have a little hum and put the half that Chris grabbed under the other deck. She hovered her hand over the deck then placed a single card in front of the actor.

The card faced up on the table was a man sitting on what seems to be a throne holding a scepter with the words “The Emperor” in gold at the bottom. From the way the Chris and Scarlet was sitting it was upside. The lady hovered her hand over the “The Emperor” card and hummed in agreement.

“You are full of doubt and insecurity. You second guess your decisions,” she said while looking Chris up and down.

She pulled another card and placed the most ominous looking card next the the serious one. This card had a creepy looking skeleton in a black cloak with a scythe. The word “Death” was staring Chris in the face. Thoughts swarmed both Chris and Scarlets minds. ‘Death I'm going to die’ ‘Chris can’t die’

“Calm your minds children. This card isn’t what you think it is. It doesn’t say you will physically die. It's about transformation, ending a chapter and staring another one. The process may be painful but it is necessary”

She waits another second then pulls another card and places it on the other side of “The Emperor”. This new card had a man in a chariot being pulled by two sphinxes. This card causes the old woman to smile and give an approving nod to Chris.

“You will go on a successful journey,” was all she said before she got up from the table.

“Wait what. What does that mean,” Scarlet asked shooting out of her chair. “How is he supposed to go back to his life?”

“Its simple. Once the wish is fulfilled, everything will go back to normal,” the lady said picking up the cards. “So what was your wish?”

Chris still sat at the table; he was a still as a statue. He shook his head knowing that it will not be easy, in fact he believed it to be impossible. Scarlet stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. She vowed that she would do anything to help the man she idolized.

“If falling in love was easy I would be married by now,” Chris said in a low but aggravated tone. “Is there another way for me to go home?”

Scarlet was taken aback by Chris’s confession. ‘Fall in love. He said he just wanted to be normal’. She looked at this man; she didn’t stalk him but she knew he didn’t really have a serious relationship but she didn’t realize that it bothered him.

“That takes to much magic that I do not have,” the voodoo lady explained as she started to clean up.

Chris finally got up and was now full of disappointment that he might never get his life back. He was about to leave the room when Scarlets voice stopped him in his track.

“Do you know someone who can perform the magic,” she asked not looking back at Chris.

Something in Chris warmed up. He was happy that Scarlet was still trying to help him even after he didn’t tell her the whole truth to why is happening. Scarlet was going to help him no matter what and he was very grateful to have met her.

“Perhaps but it will be a long journey,” the lady said in almost a warning tone trying to convince them to not find the person.

“It doesn’t matter and besides you said he will go on a successful journey,” the college student said with a smirk and a slight attitude.

The lady give Scarlet a knowing smile and writes an address down on a napkin that she had lying around and gave it to the college student. “Be careful. Keep an open mind. The journey you seek may not be the journey you are destined to take.

Scarlet thanks the lady and walks past Chris to the counter to pay for the tarot reading. The man behind the counter shakes his head telling her that it was on the house and that he hoped that they found what they were looking for. But not paying didn’t sit well with her so she looked around the shop and grabbed something.

“We will take this,” she said placing a pre-made gris gris bag on the counter.

“What is that,” Chris asked looking over her shoulder.

“Gris Gris bag. It helps with curses if i’m correct.”

“But im not cursed it’s a wish right,” the actor questioned as the man told her she made a good choice for the bag. “Am I breaking a cursed or fulfilling a wish?” Chris asked slightly frustrated.

“I don’t know son. You tell me,” the voodoo lady said sitting in the chair they found her in when they first came in the store.

Scarlet grabbed the gris gris and the two of the walked out of the store back to the busy streets of New Orleans. She took her knew purchase and stopped in front of Chris. He was expecting her to be mad about him lying which she was but it really wasn’t her place. Scarlet put the gris gris back in the pocket of his blue bomber jacket and kept walking.

“Wait Scarlet. Where are we going,” Chris asked catching up with her.

She took a look at the napkin and saw it had the address of a place in Reno, Nevada. Scarlet put the napkin in her back pocket and turned to look at the actor.

“Home,” She informed him as she crossed the road.

“What do you mean?”

She showed him the address on the napkin as they continued their trek to Scarlett’s vehicle. Chris grew even more confused. Was Scarlett giving up? He didn’t have a way to get to another city let alone another state. Instead of voicing his questions, the actor just kept quiet and tried to solve the problems in his head.

Chris was too deep in thought to notice that Scarlet stopped walking. He bumped into her and was about to question her on why they stopped walking when he saw the biggest smile on her face. Seeing that smile warmed him up.

“Chris, this is my baby,” she said running her hand over an old, slightly rusted baby blue Volkswagen bug. “Meet Bart.”

Chris looked at this car that was just one tire rotation from a death trap, but then he watched Scarlet run her hands over the hood and look at him in anticipation. He could see the idea form in her head, an idea that could very well end up with both of them dead. Suddenly having her help him was making him queasy and he could have sworn he saw his life flash before his eyes as the word left her lips.

“Roadtrip.”

PART 5

#chris evans imagine #the man the world forgot

[elvencantation]

yin yang master liveblog

feat. @thursdayplaid​

what

blue

omg the magic is so pretty

also why is it always Chinese dramas will have someone, if they need blood, bite their finger?

also the gold spirit is very cute i like

i love a young countenance but an older soul

i also want them to take off their hats 😂

wait he ain’t dead he’s just sitting there?

or he’s dying i guess

Thursday

This movie is pretty throughout, aesthetic on point 

Sharp teeth?

We simp gold spirit

Too true, amazing combo XD 

He's dying

Please don't let me disturb your liveblogging. It brings be much joy

blue

oh hot demon boy!

love that he’s fighting with a fan

Thursday

Who will win? Uptight fighting bro vs gentle fan uncle

blue

gentle fan uncle is an amazing title

Thursday

@^_^@

blue

i love how he’s just like ‘bet u wouldnt stab a precious instrument’

Thursday

XD I love how playful he is during the whole fight too

blue

it’s adorable

dude rly loves his transportation talismans

WAIT I THOUGHT DEMON BOY HAD TATTOOS NOT CUTS

Thursday

He does. If it ain't broke, don't fix it I guess. And it's a good way to redirect violence without doing harm

Demon boy has had a Rough Time

blue

i wanna give him a hug

i don’t think he’d appreciate that but still 😂

Thursday

He's just sad and misses his girl friend

blue

why his reincarnated shufu look evil tho

Thursday

Who can say~~~

I love how Boya was just repeatedly defeated by Qingming and is like: you won't fight me because you're scared.

blue

what’s a himbo but not nice 😂

hey! they put my boys hat on crooked. rude.

Thursday

Give that boy a straight hat.

He's just such an Angy Boy

blue

he rly is 😂

ah i love the lady master she’s so pretty

Thursday

She's amazing and I love her.

blue

awww boya defended him

Thursday

He's so angry, but this fan man flirts with him

blue

ofc they all spying on each other 😂

Thursday

Saved by your opponent's gay discovery

blue

omg yes

Thursday

Spying required

blue

aw he looks nice with his hair down!

drink tea with him angy boy!

Thursday

He just wants you to chill out before you deviate. Sit and look at his amazing long hair. It'll be good for you

blue

HAHAHA

honey bug!!!! i love her!!!!!!!

Thursday

Also the ability for the fan man's actor to go from calm to worried to angry to calm again

Honey bug is good and important and I love her

blue

thank u for the recommendation yes

i love them

Thursday

The intrinsic eroticism of a man who's having his racist beliefs totally shaken by a hot guy who's hotter and smarter than him while holding a sword to his throat and looking like he wants to cry while saying cool lines.

They are such a great pair

blue

angy boy is angy like how dare fan man make him have feelings

Thursday

How very dare he make a good point about morals and ethics!

Also with that hair drinking tea in the morning

Angy boy with clenched teeth: I'm Not Yearning. I'm Just Like This When I See A Fan.

Angy boy with clenched fists: Complex Feelings? Disgusting.

blue

HAHAH OMG HES JUST HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF LADIES LIKE HELLO YES ANGY BOY COME HAVE TEA WITH US ITS NOT WHAT U THINK

OMG THIS TIME ITS BOYS

ITS LIKE UR TRYING TO GIVE ANGY BOY AN ANEURISM

Thursday

Clenched fist intensifies

blue

I CANNOT

maybe he just wants to hang out with cute people

i get that

Thursday

He's just a friendly guy

blue

if i could summon pretty spirit friends to hang with me i so would

ok so maybe he’s not evil. but i’m still suspicious

NOW ANGY BOY IS HAIR DOWN WITHOUT HAT OMG YES

Thursday

I do get the vibe off him he's not the sort of guy who would put his spirit friends in sexual situations. But also I get the vibe he's a very lonely guy at his core and he enjoys the feeling of physical and emotional closeness.

blue

mood ™

Thursday

Let's be honest, the hat is a bit cute, but that hair though. Respect for the makeup department

blue

HAHAHAH

Thursday

Angy boy, you're just walking to being teased now. At this point its a hand written invitation with gold leaf.

blue

oh i love this moment with the water

it’s so intense

JUST DO IT ANGY BOY

U KNOW U CARE ABOUT HIM

“you’re too obedient” 😂

Thursday

The priest is in the range of gentle or teasing and hovers there. Seeing an actual intense situation is great

blue

ikr????

ah that is exactly what i love

that situation

Thursday

Me too! It's great when characters hover in a range and then swing over sharply

I really makes both extremes more dynamic

blue

HAVE SOME WINE WITH HIM DO IT

U KNOW U WANNA

Thursday

Go For It Angy Boy! He'll be gentle!

blue

😏

Thursday

XD I mean he will continue to ruffle his feathers, but for fun, not for mean

Also, I really love the depiction of a fox demon that isn't sexed up.

Qingming is a trickster, a tease, a bit of a flirt, and enjoys the pleasures of life, but he isn't the stereotypical half naked sexpot fox demon that seem to pop up everywhere

blue

OH NO HE HAD TO KILL HIS SHUFU???

Thursday

The only person he had in the world but he didn't want him to suffer and be corrupted

blue

also I hate that my two associations with someone being turned into ash is firstly the avengers and secondly that stupid fucking scene in the last harry potter movie

god this movie is so beautiful and lovely

Thursday

That set is outstandingly gorgeous

Everything is so beautiful. I want to live in this world!

Sometimes I just see a kind and lonely character trying to live their best life and just vibe with them. Also the wigs on this movie 😭 So beautiful!

blue

DONT HURT MY GIRL

Thursday

Run girl! Move!

She's so smart and brave!

blue

oh the DRAMA

Thursday

The Drama is right, I love this movie!

blue

HE WILL SAVE U BOYA

Thursday

HE'S COMING FOR YOU FRIEND

blue

omg the drama of his hand slackening

Thursday

That slackening hand though...

blue

why it didn’t work until then tho???

Thursday

For the drama mostly XD

blue

HUGGGG

is she giving birth to the serpent? 🤢

Thursday

She is giving birth to the serpent

blue

hey it’s better to be possessed by the literal incarnation of evil in snake form than be dead am I right?

Thursday

I mean is we're making a choice...

blue

OMG IS IT FINALLY SPIRIT TIME?

thursday

It is ~spirit time~!

blue

HOT DEMON BOY IS BACK UPGRADED

SO PROUD

Thursday

He is back and he is Fancy!

They're looking good they're doing poses

blue

omg the painters face painting is so pretty

Thursday

I love the painter ;-; so noble

blue

the music when he summons spirits just makes me think of like pro wrestling intro music for some reason 😂

Thursday 

And now from the WWE, some hot chinese spirits

blue

oh no ice boy!

Thursday

Poor ice boy, he's just getting beat up

blue

don’t u dare touch my other demon boy

Thursday

He just signed up for this adventure and now a snake is beating him up

blue

OMG HE NOW HAS SOMEONE HE WOULD PROTECT WITH HIS LIFE DOESNT HE

Thursday

He Do!

blue

WAIT WHAT NO BOYA

Thursday

Boya is just having a rough time right now, he's a good good boy

blue

and now the painter???

Thursday

I almost cried about the painter and he was only there for like five minutes

blue

PLS DONT HURT MY DEMON BOY

Thursday

Demon Boy goes yeet

blue

oh my god the drama of the dripping blood i can’t

Thursday

This movie has so much drama It did

blue

not my demon boy 😭

FINALLY IT WORKED

wait shit spirit boya is super hot

THE BLACK WINGS?!????

the tattoos??? the hair?!?!!! the messy goth skirt??!

Thursday

Spirit Boya is Choice, I'm looking respectfully 👀

Goth spirit aesthetic is on point

blue

where the other guardians tho?

yes this is a very touching little last reunion but where my boya at

omg yes give him a glowing sword

the avenging angel look is 💯 on him

Thursday

The sword on fire look is Really Working For Him

blue

tell me boya’s spirit form has no influence on his actual body. no he said he trusted qingming to protect his body it’s ok

OMG YES I KNEW THE PROTECTION SPELL MOMENT WOULD BE BACK

Thursday

It's back and it's shiny!

blue

ok but u still have a hole in ur torso my dude

oh ok apparently that’s not a thing anymore but i can’t be mad cause boya’s outfit 😍

Thursday

I guess he used his cultivation or his demon powers or something IDK, It would have been nice to have two extra minutes of Boya being worried about him

Boya wears some excellent clothes

blue

love a good romantic flute moment 😭🥰

Thursday

I have to say Boya's like let me play you this song about promising to fall in love in the next life for fun and me time

blue

omg i thought he was gonna kiss the arrow

Thursday

I mean emotionally did he not kiss the arrow?

blue

omg i cant

Thursday

I know right? How many censors did they have to pay off

blue

WAIT IS MY GIRL OK????

Thursday

I Chose To Believe She's fine and is now living happily on a farm or something

yeah i do love being worried for each other

but i guess they didnt have enouhg time and they already had that moment at the beginning of the movie 😂

Thursday

Two people? Respecting, worrying, and caring about each other? 👍 There's never enough caring for each other!

blue 

exactly

Thursday

Also, this is one of the best examples of be careful how you word your spells that I've ever seen.

The old master was like care and protect her forever and his spirit guardian was just like: 👍👌💯

blue

heheh

yeahhh

AND U MADE ME EMOTIONAL AGAIN

#yin yang master #the yin yang master #dream of eternity #onmyoji #blue watches #yin yang master liveblog #this was fun!!! #thank you for the rec! #i liveblog at those who recommend me media #content #qing ya ji