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bythepen98 · 7 months
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I've been so busy that I can only spend a handful of hours at night to draw before I get too sleepy to continue.
As far as wips go, I'm currently working on a Tomarry one. Been at it for days because I keep adding more to the canvas, which is nothing new at this point,bso I won't be able to post it yet today....or tomorrow depending on how much progress I'll have later.
Then again, maybe I'll surprise myself by finishing it in record time. Predicting these things are difficult.
In the mean time, I already have an idea on what to draw after that, although not hp related, and it has temporarily made a lodging in my brain so that I wouldn't forget or lose the motivation to make it.
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semina-art · 2 months
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WIP - Cover for A Future Without a Face by Divida
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delineate-creates · 2 months
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Tom yanked with enough force that Harry fell into him.
“Whore,” Tom whispered into his ear.
Harry’s nostrils flared with rage.
From chapter 18 of @ambivalens999’s Of Kings, Of Pawns, and Of Men
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kagariasuha · 6 months
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Just Harry.
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codeinetylenol · 21 days
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Wip dump: Tom Riddle @ St John's, Cambridge. Unfinished atm. This is like 16 (?) hours in, my aching hand vs. the cloister.
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heavytexture · 23 days
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Some sort of au where Harry is a London hipster and Tom is his silver fox sugar daddy??? Can’t write to save my life though so all you’ll get is this sketch
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starshiningao3 · 3 months
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It's a MoD Harry time-travel Tomarry WIP! ---
The first time Harry tried to change the course of Tom Riddle’s life, it had been too late.
He’d saved Myrtle, thank Merlin, but Riddle had known it was Professor Evans that had thwarted him. Within just a few weeks Harry had been led out of the Great Hall by an aptly-named Professor Burly, his lip turned in disgust and his grip on Harry’s arm crushing. Three fifth year girls had accused him of being far more… hands-on as a DADA professor than was appropriate. They even had the memories to prove it, apparently.
The girls were from families just influential enough to sway the school board and just unimportant enough to not make the headlines. Professor Evans would fade into obscurity, and the girls would suffer no long lasting damage to their social standing.
It was calculated. It was artful. 
It was Riddle all over.
Riddle’s face had been impassive as Harry was marched from the hall that evening, but his eyes glittered in triumph. Riddle’s mind glanced across his own, grasping carefully for surface thoughts in a way the Slytherin likely thought was undetectable.
Well played, Harry thought forcefully, and watched with satisfaction as Riddle’s brow first crinkled in confusion and then furrowed in earnest when Harry flung him from his mind. Harry had never mastered Occlumency himself, never had the knack for it, but there were some perks that came with his… position.
Death? Harry thought. An iciness bloomed in his temple and blew across his mind like a cool breeze localised entirely within his skull. It shouldn't have been comforting.
Master. Death said into his mind, an echoing whisper of infinite voices. You are done with this life?
Can I stop him from mutilating his bloody soul in this one?
Death was silent for a moment, tracing the strings of his and Riddle’s fates. He'd shown them to Harry once, gossamer webs glowing faintly gold and spanning infinitely through the white fog of limbo. He wasn't sure how Death made sense of them, and he wasn't keen to learn.
No.
Harry glanced at Professor Burly, his wand drawn as he marched Harry through the halls towards the professor's wing.
Will they think Burly killed me if I leave right now?
Death’s Yes rattled with something like amusement as he breathed it across Harry’s mind.
“Good,” Harry said out loud. Burly startled, his grip loosening a bit in surprise. Harry stopped walking and turned to face him.
“You’ve always been a bit of a prick, Burly.”
Harry wrenched himself back, his vision white as he untethered his soul from his body. He blinked the fog of the transition away and watched from the outside as his body crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Burly’s rage at Harry’s last declaration morphed into increasing horror as he first cast a diagnostic spell and then desperately tried to shake Harry back to life.
Smug in the knowledge that Burly’s life was about to get very unpleasant, Harry returned to Death’s domain to rest before he tried his hand at changing the course of Riddle’s life again.
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Let me know what you think!
Edited to add: This story now has 3 chapters on Ao3!
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johnmalovartist · 3 months
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worshiper-
Reference ->
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basiatlu · 3 months
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✨️Sunday WIP Snip✨️
Thanks to @vukovich for the tag! Here I come strolling in with an hr-ish to spare (for my timezone at least)
Here are some out of context thumbnails, some unused sketches, and some preliminary drawings for stuff and things and bits:
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notcherub · 5 months
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They're SO PRETTY and I want it to be done SO BAD I just don't want work on it ughhhhh
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plummarvelous · 1 month
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tomarry wip, ✌️
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Harry glanced over his notes, shuffling them around once, then twice. His eyes fell on one of the many, many questions he and the other Gryffindors had compiled over the night.
“Would you say your field is expanding or decreasing?” Harry asked.
“Decreasing,” Voldemort replied without hesitation. Harry’s scar prickled with something vast and telling - something that felt a lot like immense satisfaction.
A morbid curiosity reared its ugly head. “Really?” he asked and squinted his eyes a bit at Voldemort, looking him up and down. “You don’t seem to be taking that very hard?”
“Yes, and why would I, Potter?” Voldemort leaned back and crossed his legs, definitely looking smug. “It is not Dark Lords; it is Dark Lord. If my field is narrowing, and I remain the only one, all’s the better.”
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semina-art · 3 months
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WIP. Well, it takes a little bit longer than I expected 😖
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delineate-creates · 3 months
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Piano!!
This one was a sketch from Lover’s Spit! The scene where Tom’s teaching Harry to play the piano (from a Safe Distance ofc…)
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kagariasuha · 11 days
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For "Trenches" by @shadow-of-the-eclipse. A Dark Lord Harry role reversal AU.
Read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52642585/chapters/133157872
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chiocchi · 1 year
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WIP Last Lines Tag Game
Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.
Thanks @mishqua for the tag!
I'm not exactly a writer, but I'm working in a new comic! I'll probably call it 'Would You Still Love Me?' and the context for these particular panels is that Tom and Harry are in an Established Relationship but with 'it's complicated' vibes jskdlsajkla
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I also have this sketch for Mermay. Tom is not going to save him, he's going to keep him.
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tagging (no pressure!): @hazelnut1 @cringe-queasy @odyss007 @kagariasuha @solavonn
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