Pig,,

she’s right

even though nobody gaf here are my potter-malfoy family headcanons… partially inspired by scorpius in the fic ‘a big black sky’ bc he’s literally the babyest baby to ever baby

reblogs would be sooo cool maybe.. aha ha..

4am drarry sketches with some Slytherin!Harry

Sunday mornings are for pancakes in the Potter-Malfoy house!

Family prompt for @the-forbidden-forest challenge. Colour palette 4 (this was done using the procreate marker pen so colours go down light and build up in layers, but just the palette colours were used)

Doomed yaoi forever

Ps: im new here I have no idea how this app works

hermione in the forest of dean

i have mono rn so i thought id just post a little quick attempt i made at trying backgrounds and proper shading! (big thank you to toorumlk on tiktok for her amazing shading advice) if you have any constructive criticism please feel free! im still playing around with my style so lmk!

Lily y Harry en Perú!!! (1/3)

Kreacher has been staring at Harry for weeks.

He opens the door to his bedroom each morning—Kreacher’s right there. Staring. The first two days, Harry shouts in surprise. By day three, he’s resigned to this strange new habit.

When he gets home from practice, Harry sheds his muddy trainers at the door and wanders down to the stone kitchen for lunch. Kreacher creeps after him down the hall, and every time Harry turns, the elf stops, staring.

“WHAT?” Harry bellows. Kreacher just stares harder.

Then he starts leaving weird shit around the house.

The first thing Harry finds is a little wooden box. The lid is etched with intricate carvings. Harry fires off five seperate cursebreaking spells that Bill had taught him after one too many fanatic mail incidents. The box is harmless.

Harry remains suspicious.

Next, it’s a finely crafted brooch. Harry has never seen it before in his life, and now it’s in the middle of the kitchen table: clearly intended to be some sort of message, although he’s got no fucking hope of decoding it.

The third item is a delicate golden ribbon, colour shifting as he picks it up. The fourth is a tiny dragon figurine of polished bronze.

“Kreacher,” he yells. “What does this mean?!”

Kreacher appears with a pop. Stares at him some more.

Harry gives up. He stuffs the dragon, ribbon, brooch and box into his coat pockets and apparates directly to Hermione’s poky little office, pushing the door open impatiently.

“Hermione, can house elves go senile?”

She looks up, bent over a large, complex looking tome. Malfoy, writing notes with an elegant grey quill beside her, does not. Harry still finds it weird that they work together. Every time he stops by, Malfoy ignores him, and today is evidently no different. Fine by Harry.

“Harry,” Hermione says exasperatedly. “Kreacher isn’t senile, he’s just—“

“Watching me like a weird creepy shadow? Leaving random shit around the house and refusing to tell me what it means? Look!” He pulls the items out of his pockets, chucking them on the desk one by one. “What the fuck is any of this shit?”

The little dragon lands in front of Malfoy, whose hand suddenly stills. He looks up, smirking, and meets Harry’s gaze. “Potter.”

Something clenches in Harry’s stomach.

“Your house elf is telling you it’s time for the Heir to the House of Black to start courting.”

Black ♣️ Day two of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s unofficial microfic may challenge

mumbo jumbo brainrot... again

I dont know hes just so silly