#harry close up

[nymdraws]

while we are still alive

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #kimharry #fan #2023 #originalyl they were NOT supposed to be standing this close but every sketch they got closer together #until they were resting their heads together in the final . i had nothing to do with this they chose this themselves #anyway i cant believe its taken me this long to draw The Jackets. long long overdue #song this time is bad bohemian by sea power #oh mmmm jic actually #f slur / #itds covered up but like. you know

[oksfranta]

that's a baby your honour

#harry styles #stylesedits #stylesnews #hlcreators #hljournal #hlupdate #hledit #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #stylesarchive #userjackie #hslot #hslot werchter #that's a baby #i saw this close up video and couldn't resist #still wonder what happened there #he looks like that scared little kitten #my stuff

[julesart04]

#REGULUS #I cry #Regulus 😭 #this one is sad #im sorry #sorry for the sadness #close up and sadder version under the cut #fanart #marauders #all the young dudes #harry potter #my art #marauders era #illustration #regulus black #commissions placed through kofi #from £5 #link in pinned post

[iconicharry]

this is insane

#close up #details #harry styles

[harps-chord]

martinaise blues

#jeangst #disco elsyium #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #pre-canon disco elysium #i sometimes think about these two just before the events of the game and get really worked up about it #these two are so close and know so much about each other and have helped each other through so much for years #a bröderbund #and then it gets totally ripped apart #what does it feel watch your closest relationship shatter into pieces like that #god i need to stop #ok thanks thats all #jeanharry #my art #fanart #illustration #digital painting

[delineate-creates]

Day 14: Castle

The smart thing to do, he knew, would be stay behind the blockade. Perhaps even dropping to the ground and playing dead would have been wiser than what he did next.

He could practically feel Zabini’s glare drilling into the back of his head.

(They had come for Hogwarts.)

Harry stepped out into the open.

“Who,” he returned, tone incisive, “are you?”

•

From chapter 20 of @ambivalens999’s Of Kings, Of Pawns, and Of Men

#inktober #inktober2023 #hp #harry potter #tomarrymort #tomarry #my art #fanart #I’M CATCHING UP #the bg…I’m so sorry #please don’t look too closely it’s so shitty #And it’s neither accurate to the fic nor to the canon hogwarts layout #the spirit is there though 🥲

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

HARRYWEEN — 2021 / 2022

#harry styles #stylesnews #stylesedits #hledit #hljournal #hlcreators #harryween #hslot22 la 6 #harryween 2022 #hslot harryween 1 #hslot harryween 2 #love on tour #love on tour 2022 #2021 #2022 #tw flashing #this is a close up version #i might do a full body one too #idk #*

[eightyuh]

Please tell me when Harry wore clothes for the first time he did the weird doggy step thing

thank you for that mental image i love making him move like a creature HEEHEEEEEEE

#ask #WICK'S END #harry #oc #gestural poses that look cool from a distance but dont make sense up close is my specialty

[guopei]

Harris Reed- RTW Fall 2023

#harris reed #2023 #inspired by @makeupbrush to get some close ups bc i love this line #fall #rtw #florence pugh #haute couture #couture #fashion #high fashion #london #vogue

[starlingflight]

Ginniversary Drabble 9

Prompt: B1 - You sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

AO3 or read below:

It had been an exceptionally long morning. Not, as Harry would have preferred, because of any threat posed by a dark wizard, but because of the sheer amount of tremendously boring meetings he was expected to attend in his new position as the Deputy Head of the Auror Office. 

His eyes flicked to the clock on the far wall of the stuffy meeting room he'd been sequestered in for the past hour. They were now two minutes over the allotted time to discuss the thrilling topic of the proper layout of risk assessments, and still there was no end in sight. 

Harry stifled a yawn behind his hand. Across the table, Hermione was still scrawling furiously across her parchment; it was almost like being back in History of Magic. 

Except he had never been rescued from History of Magic by a very sheepish looking trainee popping their head into the room and declaring, “sorry to interrupt, Mr Potter, but your wife is here, and she says she needs to speak to you.” 

Hermione looked up sharply from her parchment, throwing him a questioning look across the table. Harry shrugged wordlessly, torn between utter delight at being saved from the drudgery of the meeting by an alternative as pleasant as Ginny, and concern that she'd apparently shown up, unplanned, in the middle of the day. 

He wasted no further time excusing himself from the table and slipping out the door, where he immediately found Ginny awaiting him in the corridor beyond. 

“Sorry,” Jenkins, the trainee, said. “I told her I'd fetch you, but she wouldn't wait at your desk.” 

Ginny shook her head. “And I told you, I'd find him myself, if you'd just tell me where he was.” 

In fairness to Jenkins, he only shrunk slightly under the weight of Ginny's accusatory glare. “I'm sorry, Mrs Potter, but as I said, I can't allow you to go wandering around the Ministry unescorted–” 

“Well, I'm escorted now,” Ginny said sharply. Her hand slipped into Harry's, and he couldn't help but notice it was trembling slightly. “Consider the Ministry safe from the threat of an unsupervised Quidditch player.” 

“Thanks, Jenkins,” Harry said in a slightly more amiable tone. “I've got it from here.” 

A look of relief washed over Jenkins’ round face. He nodded his head sharply in acknowledgement of the dismissal, and then quickly took off down the corridor in the direction of the lifts. 

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, now able to focus all of his attention on Ginny. Her hand was gripping his tightly, and her foot was tapping impatiently against the polished wood floor. “I think you might have made Jenkins cry.” 

Only one side of her mouth curved into a smile, and even that quickly fell again. “Surely he's got to have more fortitude than that if he wants to be an Auror.” 

“We usually start them off with something a little bit less intimidating than your temper.”

Her laugh was short; Harry suspected she'd given it over reluctantly. “Is there somewhere private nearby?” She asked. “I don't know this floor.” 

They were on one of the lower levels, a rarely visited section of the Ministry that was, in Harry's opinion, a fitting location for the pointless meeting he'd just escaped. 

He could take her back to the Auror Office, it was almost lunchtime; no doubt he'd be able to find a spare meeting room now, but he could feel nervous energy radiating off Ginny in waves, and he doubted she had the patience for the journey. 

Moreover, Harry doubted he had the patience for the journey when every moment he spent in Ginny's mysteriously agitated presence was causing trepidation to rise more strongly within him. 

“Come here,” he said decisively, pulling her a few steps down the hallway until he reached an innocuous wooden door. It opened to reveal a small, tidy broom closet. 

Ginny hesitated for only a moment, casting him a doubtful look, before ultimately stepping inside. Harry followed her in, letting the door fall shut behind them with a soft click. 

“Lumos.” 

The light from his wand cast an ethereal glow over the tiny space, illuminating the stacked boxes of Magical Mess Remover, several ancient sweeping brooms, and Ginny's tense face. 

Her hand tightened in Harry's; she drew a deep breath. “This is really not the appropriate place to tell you this.” 

“Tell me what?” Her nervousness was infectious in the tiny broom cupboard; his stomach began to tie itself in knots. 

“I probably should have thought of some clever way of doing it.” 

His nerves seemed to tense beneath his skin. “Doing what?”

“I was going to tell you at home, but I couldn't wait that long, it was torture–” 

“Gin, you're torturing me.” 

“Right. Sorry.” She slid her free hand into the pocket of her robes with agonising slowness. When she removed it, she held a small glass bottle out to Harry. 

He placed his wand on the stack of Mess Remover boxes, angling the ignited tip at the vial and illuminating the vibrant purple potion within. 

“Purple for positive,” Ginny said, her voice unnaturally high. 

“You're–” Harry didn't manage more than a single word; his mind was reeling, his brain had ceased functioning, and the only thing his instincts told him to do was pull Ginny closer. 

He felt her breathe a sigh of relief against his lips, and then he was kissing her with such ferocity that neither of them could catch their breath. 

The knots in Harry's stomach unwound, replaced by soaring elation that set his head spinning faster, and made clinging onto Ginny even more necessary than it usually was. 

His elbow knocked into the stacked boxes beside him, sending them tumbling. His wand clattered across the floor. 

Ginny broke apart from him. They were both laughing breathlessly. 

“You're happy then?” She asked, her grin visible even in the dimness of the cupboard. 

“Yeah,” Harry tried to frown, but his smile seemed to be permanently fixed to his face. “Did you think I wouldn't be?” 

“I thought you might be a bit anxious,” she admitted, still smiling widely. “It's a bit of a daunting prospect… y'know, raising a child… making sure you don't mess it up.” 

“True,” Harry agreed, though the scope of the task did not seem capable of penetrating his europhoria at the current moment. “But, you see, the thing about being married to Ginny Potter, is you sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.” 

#hinny #harry x ginny #ginniversary bingo #i'm so close to catching up on these gd prompts

[ravenelyx]

I don't think people understand how deadly Confringo is. Much more than Bombarda, in fact. The reason it was not taught at Hogwarts was exactly that: it's a fiery explosion, literal TNT, and it's also rumoured to be the spell that killed Fred Weasley in DH.

Avada Kedavra was the least of our concerns in the hands of Sebastian Sallow.

#it's also a rebounding spell which means it cannot be used in close range or you risk to obliterate yourself too #it was my fav spell along with impedimenta in the deathly hallows wii game lol #that scene in the movie where it bounced off nagini and blew up like 20 death eaters lmao #hogwarts legacy #raven;rants #sebastian sallow #harry potter #harry potter fandom #wizarding world #sebastian sallow hc #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy hc #harry potter headcanon #confringo #hp fandom #hphl #fred weasley

[nymdraws]

“You’re a sharp dressed man. We could be style buddies.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, detective...”

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #kimharry #again . harry my little dress up doll. #i was going to add more to his ourfit actually but i liked how i rendered the leotard and also his. shoulder. so this is what youre getting #fan #2023 #also tumblr hates my halftone and other post processing effects so youre getting a close up. becayuse i worked so hard on kims face #edit jic anyoneelse gets confused ITS A KEBAB HES HOLDING. A KEBAB.

[even-disco-baby]

CINDY THE SKULL — “Evening, officers. It’s a bit late to be skulking about, don’t you think?” Though she’s lounging around the coal room door as languidly as ever, her pale eyes ringed with coal dust seem to bore a hole in your skull.

YOU — “I’m looking for a place to sleep.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She lifts an eyebrow at you and Kim. “Did the cafeteria man finally decide he wasn’t interested in keeping a pigsty?”

YOU — “No, Kim is still staying there. I just can’t pay my bill.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant clears his throat slightly. “Let’s not give people the impression that officers of the RCM make a habit of dodging their tabs, detective.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She glances at Kim, lips pursing just slightly.

EMPATHY — His little comment irritated her. Curious.

CINDY THE SKULL — “Tough luck, officer.” She shrugs, the faux fur collar of her coat brushing her cheeks. “There’s a perfectly good garbage bin in the courtyard. It’s got a lovely view. Real prime real estate.”

YOU — “I know. Garte said I could sleep there, but I’d rather find somewhere else.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She blinks her coal-smeared eyes at you. Then, she turns to the lieutenant. “Is he joking?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No,” he says drily. “He is not. If you know of any… more *comfortable* places to sleep, we would be much obliged.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She stares openly at the two of you, as if in disbelief.

COMPOSURE — The absurdity of your plight has nearly broken right through her veneer of youthful detachment.

CINDY THE SKULL — “Maybe I’m the one who should be a detective. I can solve your little case for you right now.” She points to the lieutenant. “Your room.”

KIM KITSURAGI — His face is solid stone. “No.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — There are so many reasons why he does *not* want to do that. He has neither the time nor any desire to share them with Cindy. Or with you, for that matter.

-1 MORALE

CINDY THE SKULL — She whistles softly. “Damn. Must be true what they say about pigs and cannibalism.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant does not rise to her bait.

EMPATHY — But there is something playing at the downturned corners of his mouth and the furrow of his brow. Something like guilt.

YOU — “What about the coal room, Cindy?”

CINDY THE SKULL — She outright laughs at you. “Fuck no! You want in my room, get a warrant, piggo!”

LOGIC — While drug possession is not a crime in Revachol, it doesn’t stop most cops from confiscating substances from vulnerable civilians for their own personal use. Including yourself, most likely.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, good idea! Cindy’s an artsy type, she’s probably got all kinds of shit to get her creative juices flowing.

PAIN THRESHOLD — And to get her through the cold and the hunger and the cruelty.

VOLITION — No. Don’t make things any worse than they already are.

YOU — “But then… where do I go?”

CINDY THE SKULL — She shrugs again. “It’s not my problem, is it? Ask your partner, here. Or maybe you should take a hint and go back home to the farm.”

YOU — “I don’t know if I have a home… I think I lost it.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant’s frown deepens. He stares down at his boots rather than meet your or Cindy’s eye.

CINDY THE SKULL — A long, almost uncomfortable silence. Her eyes are hardening as they take you in— you and your bloodshot eyes, your slightly labored breathing, your clothes that are certainly too thin to keep you warm tonight.

EMPATHY — She feels sorry for you, and she resents herself for it.

CINDY THE SKULL — She lets out a long sigh, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “All right, piggy. Just quit looking at me all pitiful… You saw the foreclosed apartment in the hall, right? If you wait for the cleaning lady to go to sleep, and you don’t stay long, it’s not a bad place. Better than the trash, anyway.”

REACTION SPEED — She seems to regret it as soon as the words leave her mouth. She’s not thrilled at the idea of trusting your honor not to rat out or even arrest your fellow squatters. But it’s too late now.

SUGGESTION — Wait. Is it really that simple? What if she expects something in return for the information? Or she could be setting a trap for you!

YOU — “Hang on. What’s the catch?”

CINDY THE SKULL — A wry smile breaks out across her face. It almost looks pained. “No catch, officer. I’m no snitch. Nor a pig.”

RHETORIC — You’ve insulted her more deeply than she cares to let on. She helped you because she knows your struggles intimately. Struggles that have claimed the lives of people she cared about. But now you’ve reminded her of the difference between you: she calls you pig because you sold your humanity for the power to strip others of their own.

EMPATHY — She’s sad. She was born sad and she will die sad. You are the one making her sad.

YOU — “Hey, Cindy?”

CINDY THE SKULL — “What?”

“I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me.”

“You shouldn’t judge me. We’re the same. We do what it takes to survive. You have the Skulls, I have the RCM.”

“Can’t we just get along?”

“I’ll pay you back somehow. I’ll make things right.”

“I don’t want to be this kind of animal anymore.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant looks up at you, startled. Concerned, even. He almost looks as though he wants to say something, but nothing comes to him. He just stares at you, at a loss.

CINDY THE SKULL — She levels you with a steady gaze. Even without the coal dust, her eyes would look sunken into her wan face. If it weren’t for the roundness still clinging to her cheeks, she would have lost nearly all trace of her youth by now.

“I don’t think you even understand what kind of animal you are,” she says coolly.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Homo sapien.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — A tiny, violent ape.

AUTHORITY — Predator.

HALF LIGHT — Prey.

VOLITION — You’re a human, Harry. Nothing more or less.

INLAND EMPIRE — The saddest and cruelest animal of them all.

#disco elysium #cindy the skull #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #i have a lot of feelings about cindy’s interactions w the player… #but anyway. this was inspired by me failing to earn enough money on day 2 to pay garte #and since i asked joyce for money on day one kim never sold his spinners for me #but like he does that to cover specifically the damages right. not for ur 20 real for the room #so he was comically uncaring about my plight LMFAO #even tho I the player knew that he could help me if he wanted bc he still had the spinners 😭😭😭 #anyway this resulted in me panicking and swearing for quite some time bc joyce was gone for the night #and the pawn shop was closed #and eventually i just went and savescummed the check to beat up measurehead until i passed #just so that i could look around the harbor for money until i had enough to pay for the bed 😭 #sorry kim for making you follow me around past 4 am but actually im not sorry #that’s what you get for almost letting me sleep in the garbage SNSGEJDHX

[julesart04]

#wolfstar! #this drawing has six characters #thats the most I've ever drawn in a single drawing #jegulus #and #lilylene #in the background #this one is just cute and bright #I felt so single drawing it though 😩😂 #close ups under the cut #fanart #marauders #all the young dudes #harry potter #my art #marauders era #illustration #lgbtq #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #james potter #regulus black

[tea-earl-grey]

Voyager character dnd classes

see the other series here!

Janeway: paladin. literally no question she literally made an oath to get her crew home, she is a prototypical paladin. i started this series of posts because i realized how much of a paladin Janeway is.

Chakotay: paladin. i struggled a bit with Chakotay but he is obviously someone very dedicated to truth and justice and was willing to go off on his own path to fulfill that dream of justice when he joined the Maquis and that's very paladin of him.

Tuvok: monk. i think a lot of Vulcans have big monk energy due to their intense almost monastical studies and devotion to logic and Tuvok is a prime example who is highly trained in both physical and mental discipline and sought to help others (Kes, Suder) exercise that same discipline.

Torres: sorcerer. Torres very much lacks the formal training that a usual Starfleet engineer (or wizard) would have but (in my opinion) has even more natural talent for ambitious engineering and manages to be a miracle worker not through some pact or intelligence but just through sheer force of will.

Kim: wizard. look in the show, Torres and Kim were kind of presented as opposites (the Maquis vs Starfleet) with the personality differences to match despite having a vaguely similar set of skills and capabilities. so it really makes sense that if Torres is a sorcerer, Kim would be a wizard with all the traditional by the book learning that entails.

Paris: fighter. Tom Paris is a fighter and i don't have much of an argument other than ~vibes~ and the fact that only a fighter would think he could tank the damage from going warp 10 and then start turning into a salamander.

EMH: cleric/bard multiclass. look the EMH was literally designed to be a doctor. when he was first activated that was his entire purpose and nothing else so i don't think i can really argue that he isn't a cleric. but as he started to exist for longer, he consistently wanted to be something more (specifically a singer, see Virtuoso). i need to emphasize. he's not a good bard. he doesn't provide inspiration or support to anyone. but the fact is that he needs to prove he can be something more.

Neelix: bard. do i have to explain myself? Neelix is very much a jack of all trades master of none kind of character. he dabbles in pretty much everything and 90% of his scenes exist to give support and encouragement to other characters.

Seven: warlock. even in-universe, the Borg (when they're at they're best) are portrayed as this eerie eldritch entity so i think it would make sense that in dnd mechanics, even though Seven broke away from the Borg, she maintained that pact with them in order to keep performing sorts of magical acts (like her increased strength and like. bringing people back from the dead). but she also very much has that same darkness and melancholy that a warlock has from a pact with an ambiguously evil being.

Kes: druid. no question about this one. she has an affinity for plants and vague but powerful supernatural abilities drawn from the literal energy of the universe.

please feel free to reply with your own headcanons! i'd love to read them.

#voyager #star trek #kathryn janeway #chakotay #tuvok #b'elanna torres #harry kim #tom paris #emh #neelix #seven of nine #kes #star trek dnd fusion #i'm this close to starting to type up everyone's character backstories and pretending like i'm actually going to write something #but for real voyager would make a great ttrpg campaign (whether it's a dnd skin or not) #my posts

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday Shana 🧡🧡 draco and george are my absolute favourite, continuation of their story please. Thank you 💗💗

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

They're sitting in silence, researching ways to capture and contain a giant magical snake - the chamber of secrets had been briefly considered before Fred pointed out that it hadn't done a whole lot of containing - when Draco says, "My mother asked me if I'm interested in a political marriage."

"You're sixteen!" George protests, and doesn't say the first thing that comes to mind through sheer force of will.

"That's why she brought it up. I'm the age when to start thinking of these sort of things. I told her that the current political climate made it a disadvantageous time to make new alliances." He pauses. "I don't make decisions lightly. Once I've decided to do something, I do it."

"I'm well aware of that," George says dryly, gesturing around them. They're working to defeat Voldemort - and weirdly getting further than any of the adults seem to - all because Draco made a snap decision one day and stuck to it.

Draco raises an eyebrow.

George softens. "I don't make choices lightly either."

Draco smiles, meeting his gaze as a comfortable tension stretches between them. Then he flattens his lips into a line before saying, "Good," and focusing back on his book.

When this is all over, George looks forward to telling his mother he's marrying a Malfoy. Hopefully that'll distract from the sneaking around to kill Voldemort bit.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #harry potter #someone once said it'd be funny to combine this and the harry and the twins universe #and i agree #but the real question is who keeps george in the merger #i didn't really expect george to end up being the fandom bicycle but here we are