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Harry Potter Characters + Love Languages
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I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it. I recently saw a theory which posited that we receive affection in the form we lacked during childhood and that we express love the way we received it. It made a lot of sense to me and I thought it would be cool to do something with it.
Part II
Fred Weasley
Expressing
Quality Time
The Weasleys spend a lot of time together. Like, a lot. In fact, Fred sometimes thinks it's too much!
Because of this, though, he wants to be around you as much as possible.
Very clingy. He's the type to hug you and not let go for the next fifteen minutes, and an innocent kiss on the cheek from you can turn into an hours-long makeout session. If you're stupid enough to cuddle him you will not emerge until the next day, if then. He will literally wrap himself around you to prevent any chance of escape.
He will force you to attend his quidditch practices, and he will force you to wear one of his Gryffindor sweaters.
Shows off ridiculously whenever you attend a practice.
After practice, Fred swoops down on his broom to where you're sitting in the stands. "How's it going, gorgeous? Your champion has returned," he grins. You smile playfully at him. "Champion? It looked to me like George was doing most of the work." Fred gasps with indignation. "Your accusations wound me!" "Forgive me, Freddie," you say sarcastically, "Whatever can I do to make it up with you?" "Come for a ride with me. We can be like on of those old witches and her cat. You can be the cat," he adds. You roll your eyes. "Fine, but if you drop me I'm telling your mum.
Receiving
Words of Affirmation
As we know, Molly and the twins have had a *complicated* relationship.
She compares them to their siblings quite a lot, and I see that becoming a problem for them.
In Fred it manifests as excessive bravado covering low self esteem and/or insecurity about his intelligence.
This is why I think he melts a little when you praise him.
He'll put on a smug face but inside he kinda wants to cry.
It doesn't even have to be a lot, one day you nonchalantly go, 'Nice work, Fred. You get it right every time.' and he fucking passes away.
"You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for." Fred stills over his latest gimmick. "What?" "Feels like you don't appreciate yourself enough sometimes," you reply, not even looking up from your book. "You're so creative, and I think it's cool." He swallows hard, and it takes him a moment to come up with a suitably cavalier response. "You're right. I should have a bigger ego."
Hermione Granger Expressing
Acts of Service
We don't really get to learn much about Hermione's childhood, so we can't draw conclusions there. However, we can look at the way she treats her friends for clues.
She does Ron and Harry's homework a lot, and she makes Ron a schedule without any reason to, other than affection. She also spends hours in the library researching things in order to help Harry.
I like to think that Hermione would find out your specific learning style and then meticulously craft a study schedule suited to your precise needs.
Constantly checks up on you. Have you had something to eat? Have you drank water today? Are you warm enough? A little overbearing, but in the best way possible.
"Hermione, I'm fine," you grumble. "There's no need to be worried." "I'm not," she protests, face heating up. "I'm sorry if I'm irritating you, I just want to make sure your cold doesn't get worse." "It won't even have the opportunity," you assure her. "Not with you taking such good care of me. I appreciate it, truly I do." "Best start acting like it," she sniffs, turning away huffily. But you can tell, behind that cloud of golden-brown hair, she's smiling.
Receiving
Words of Affirmation
This one seems kind of obvious, right?
For the first three books, Hermione is described as plain and a bit of a pain. She also has a mildly abrasive manner which I think causes most people to feel ill at ease around her.
To summarize, I don't think Hermione receives many compliments, at least not from her peers.
So if you were to praise her, she would be putty in your hands.
She reacts in a very salient manner, stumbling over her words, false and performative annoyance, refusing to make eye contact, fidgeting.
"Ah, here she comes, the brightest witch of her age," You exclaim as Hermione comes down the stairs towards you. "Miss Granger, sorceress supreme, enchantress eximius, tell me, how does it feel to be near divine?" "I-that's not-no-I-Oh, you," she sputters finally. You give her a shit-eating grin. "There's another thing I love about you: your ability to form coherent sentences." "Oh, shut it," Hermione says, taking your arm. "All this sweet talk and not even a shred of intelligence." "Not a one," you reply. "I leave it all to my gorgeous genius of a girlfriend." With satisfaction, you watch her come undone again.
Draco Malfoy
Expressing
Giving Gifts
Another very obvious one.
The Malfoys are rich and, in rich people fashion, probably spoil Draco horrendously. As we see in CoS, they buy him anything his small ferrety heart desires.
Expensive gifts. I'm talking silk house scarves, jewelry encrusted with precious stones, miniature replicas of your favorite animals done entirely in diamond.
He will constantly try to give you money. Like all. The. Time.
You can try to get him to stop but he'll just ''anonymously'' leave money around. You have no idea how he even gets it into your dormitory, but there's always a random stack of coins somewhere on your property.
He'll deny it too, but he's a terrible liar. He somehow still thinks he's slick.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Why on earth would I want to give my money to an ungrateful brat like you?" "Excellent question," you say. "Why are you giving money to an ungrateful brat like me? And how did you even get into my dorm?" He rolls his eyes. "What makes you think it's me?" "Because you're always trying to give me cash or something expensive? Because you want to do nice things for me? Because you're a big old softy?" you suggest. Draco colors violently. "I am NOT a softy, and I resent you for suggesting such a thing." "Who would have guessed it? Draco Malfoy is nothing but a teddy bear," you crow. "Shut up," he hisses. "To think I was about to buy you another suit." "Oh, Draco," you exclaim. He looks at you expectantly. "How very soft of you."
Receiving
Physical Touch
I know, I know. It sounds crazy, but that's exactly why it works so well.
I mean, think about it. Draco's constantly surrounded by adorers like Pansy Parkinson, and I'm sure people are constantly sucking up to him in to get on the good side of his father's money, so words of affirmation would likely have little effect on him.
He's used to getting gifts and likely thinks of it as a given. The same goes for acts of service.
He clearly has a close relationship with his mother, meaning that he didn't really lack for quality time growing up.
So, by process of elimination, physical touch!
He'll fake irritation when you try to hold his hand or hug him, but Merlin forbid you try to let go of him, because all hell will break loose if you do.
Melodramatic ass bitch.
"If you want to break up with me just say so." You glance at him, startled. "What?" "Just break up with me already," he says sourly. "I'm obviously not enough for you anymore." "Draco Malfoy, what in Merlin's name are you on about?" you ask in consternation. "You threw my hand out of yours ten minutes ago, and you haven't tried to put your arms around me at all," Draco responds haughtily. "If you won't perform your stupid acts of affection anymore, you may as well admit you're tired of me." Your mouth opens and closes in shock, and then you burst out laughing. Draco flushes angrily. "What's so funny?" You shake your head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm sorry, Draco, come here."
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angellilou-art · 4 months
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Lineart done 🐍✨
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egophiliac · 8 months
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I love your take on Crowley!
I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?
I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.
thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.
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that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...
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reanimationstation · 1 month
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I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DRAW SAMMY AND ARCHIE INTERACTING FOR A WHILE....technically i already have, but i wanted something more serious. i just think sammy is going to have some Thoughts once he finds someone Like Him.
he's crawling because he's workshopping trying to be less intimidating to new sheep by making himself lower to the ground. its not working. i'm also drawing sammy more realistically to reflect how early in the cycle it is
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bowelfly · 4 months
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Fly guy
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lemonspades · 9 months
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Mooaarrr sketches
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b4kuch1n · 8 months
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fanciful stories (you're way too good at this)
(that's not what it's about. being good at it)
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foundinthevoid · 9 days
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Macdennis for you!!
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wolfart-09 · 10 days
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I love that 1940s swing dancing era.
Here’s some pen and ink 1941 Aziracrow to hold you over until the next GO Horror post.
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bendysinitiation · 1 month
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Might as well put this funny guy here too
Just a walk cycle test trying to get down the certain way Sammy moves! He’s a bit more cartoonish here but what can I say, he’s silly. Not for the au either, just because the fixations have taken hold.
(Image ID: A sketchy gif of ink Sammy Lawrence in a 3/4ths view walking in place. He’s slouched over and swings his arms side to side. There’s a perspective grid under him.)
Here are my other, a bit sadder, attempts:
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Here is also this absolutely horrible gif I made in order to study how he moves
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And now it’s in the public eye you’re welcome
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magicicephoenix · 2 months
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could you pretty please draw the deformed version of the butcher gang with the pallette bonfire? /nf
-your "average" butcher gang enjoyer
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why yes i can! :) here are your lovelies
the butcher gang with #25 - bonfire
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Headcanons | Hermione Granger
For @soffsh, thx for requesting<3
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Hermione insists on sitting next to you in class. She insists that it's because she wants to make sure you're paying attention.
But every time you look over at her she's staring at you, so she isn't paying attention either, the hypocrite.
To branch off that, Hermione stares a lot at you. Literally cannot keep her eyes off you.
She gets upset if you're gone for a long time without telling her where you are. Not in a possessive, toxic way, more in a worried, anxious way.
She worries a lot about you and always makes sure you're taking care of yourself.
You can feel her eyes on you, heavy, warm. "Are you cold?" "A little," you admit. Her brow furrows in concern, but she rolls her eyes. "I told you to wear your jacket, ninny. Here, take my scarf." "I can't do that. You'll freeze," you protest. "You should have thought of that before you forgot your jacket," Hermione snaps, stepping closer to you. She pulls her scarf over head and wraps it around your neck, fingers brushing over the bare skin of your throat. She grins when your breath hitches, and then pulls you in by the scarf. Her eyes glimmer out from under the mass of her hair. "Still cold?"
Makes a huge deal about your birthday. She always makes a point to personally bake you a cake and write you a heartfelt letter.
Hermione overworks herself constantly. You literally have to drag her to bed some nights, and then she'll be grumpy until you give her a kiss on her forehead, and then all is sunshine again.
Loves to read with you. Her favorite is when she has her head in your lap, hair spread beneath her like a halo, reading out loud to you.
She usually hates having her hair touched, but very, very rarely she will let you style it. Will pretend to be cross but secretly loves the clips and braids you put in it.
Hermione isn't the best at communicating her feelings, but she shows it in the things she does for you<3
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angellilou-art · 4 months
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Serpent of Eden 🐍
(original for sale on my Kofi shop)
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umeboshi--bones · 11 months
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dont imagine ink? :)
Don't imagine Ink popping half his head out of a puddle of paint that spilled in your art space, eyesockets big and blinking his mismatched eyes up at you, eyebrows are raised.
'Hey!' He would exclaim, seeing a clenched fist of frustration in one hand, a drawing implement in the other.
'Oh...oh oh!' In one fluid movement he leaps out of the paint, Broomie strapped loyally to his back, and peers onto your canvas, tilting his head to and from, seemingly in thought. No thoughts head empty
Don't imagine his sudden exclamations of praise for how far you've gotten, look at your color choice! The shading! THE PERSPECTIVE AAAAAAA LOOK AT YOU GO!
Don't imagine his eye lights match up suddenly with bright yellow stars and he grabs you into a hug and spins you around.
'See what you can do, when you try? Even just putting pen to paper, when you create, a new unique beauty enters the world. YOU did that! Don't beat yourself down, I'd miss your talent, your emotion that rises from your creations!!'
Don't imagine he gathers you into a hug and peppers your face with little kisses until you Starr to giggle. Perfect! Goal achieved!
Oh, please don't imagine him sitting himself on the ground near you, to chatter away brightly as you find the resolve to keep drawing, putting your words together, creating. Because some people just need company. He'll keep quiet or try to if need be, drawing on some paper he pulled from seemingly nowhere, concentrating with a rainbow colored tongue poking from his mouth.
Don't imagine that he stays there and stays there with you, until the piece is finished. He takes it in, eyesockets widening and a grin splitting his ink splattered face.
'YOU DID IT! See it was in you the whole time! What else is in there you think? Hey let's draw together! Whaddaya say?'
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simsim54 · 4 months
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Months before cake-gate, Alex shared an Instagram story featuring the quote, ‘Just once, I’d like to be the poem and not the poet.’
Henry, who maintained a secret account solely for admiring Alex’s bright and infectious smile on days when everything seemed amiss, had stumbled upon it. That brought to mind the numerous journals and diaries he had meticulously stashed away in his sock drawer, brimming with poems and quotes all dedicated to the particular American with an extremely loud mouth, beguiling curls, and endearing chin dimples. He had thought of how he had written each verse, etched with the hope that one day Alex might read the hidden chapters of his life. But he knew deep down it wasn’t possible, the same way he knew the only emotion Alex Claremont-Diaz would ever feel for him was hatred.
With another look at the story, he had turned off his phone, whispering to himself or maybe to Alex who at that time was busy hate-stalking his arch nemesis's official account oceans away, ‘If only you knew, sweetheart. If only.’
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foxglovefaun · 5 months
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got a new pencil broke out my 15-year-old gouache got my hands dirty felt good
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