I wanted to write something for dear @gryffindorhearts birthday month, so I asked @the-starryknight for some prompts (she gave me the color yellow, illustration, an old stone wall). Thank you, love!
GH, I hope you have a wonderful month! <333
Like this then, just like that Drarry Teen and Up (seriously just for the word ‘arse’) ~400 words Featuring: falling in love; artist Draco; friends to (future) lovers
“There, just like that,” Draco says, holding up a hand to forestall Harry shifting around any more.
“Like this then?” Harry checks, his arse a little numb from the low stone wall he’s perched on.
“If you’re okay in that position.” His paintbrush is already lifted though. He’s got that light in his eye.
“I’m good,” Harry tells him. And he mostly is.
It’s the sixth day of posing like this, right here beneath this oak tree as the leaves turn, the sun setting over the far-off hills.
He would have declined—Harry doesn’t like being the focus of anything and doesn’t consider himself worthy of being immortalised in a painting, but… The way he sees it, he’s helping out a friend, which is what Draco has sort of become, oddly enough.
So when Draco tells him to lift his chin a little more and let his eyes fall shut, Harry does. He feels the light stroke his face, even as the wall digs into his arsecheeks, and he listens to Draco’s little noises as he works—the fwick of a brush, the contemplative ‘hmm’, and now, just once, so softly, “Beautiful.”
Harry slants his eyes open to see Draco’s face after having said it, catching him blushing like a summer apricot, the sun washing his hair gold. Draco grips his lip between his teeth, glances up, says, “Eyes closed, Potter,” with a small, indulgent smile.
Harry shuts his eyes, lifts his chin toward the syrupy sunlight, and tries to embrace the moment and not ache with a pre-emptive regret for the day Draco finishes. Because he started out posing for a friend, and now he’s falling
“Mm,” Draco says again. Fwick, fwick, fwick.
Harry’s heart pounds with every moment, silently begging the sun to set slower, to give him more time. Time to screw up his courage and ask Draco out. Time to sit here, bathed in ripe autumn and cooling light, letting himself slip further into it, inch by inch, until he’s miles and miles gone. Time to sit here in the heady warmth of Draco’s regard.
Whether or not Draco knows it, he’s painting Harry falling in love. He’s capturing every moment of it and committing it to canvas. And Harry will let him, wondering if he sees. He’ll stay here, quietly aching with it.
After inktober ended, I had planned on starting a prompt list with mini watercolour paintings featuring animals, since I have loved Beatrix Potter since I was a little kid. I had wanted to keep up my good rhythm I made during October. But I got hit with 2 personal tragedies in just over a week, so it’s been a struggle to get back into painting. Hopefully I can get back into a nice grove (if life can just chill lol)
At some point, surely someone must notice the pattern… right? Note: Beginning slightly edited for clarity.
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It took a while, but I’ve convinced Maggie to tell me when she goes out of town. I’ll feel better, I say, if I know for sure where she is when a body makes the news.
Which is true, of course. The sheer frequency with which that little lunatic does it keeps me awake at nights. But it also enables me to take certain precautions.
Like this one.
“Hello, Branford County Police Station, Constable Ford speaking.”
“Hello, Constable Ford, this is Detective Inspector Winsbury. I’m going to need to speak to whoever is in charge there about a possible murder.”
As usual, there was some back and forth at that point, but eventually I got through to an Inspector. “What do you mean, a possible murder?!” he asked, irritated.
“Just what I said. Tell me, Inspector, have you ever had dealings with an amateur detective? The real thing, I mean. The genuine Carrion Crow.”
His tone went from hostile to guarded. “I’ve… heard some things. Never met one.”
“You’re about to. Mine’s visiting Branford, ostensibly to see an old school friend, and I wouldn’t bet you the price of a beer that she’s not going to show up to report a murder within a few days.”
“You can’t possibly - “
“Her count’s at fourteen, to my certain knowledge.”
oh, to be a toad knight hugging a toy version of yourself…
makeship contacted me about making a plush together, so I took my most friend-shaped character and made him real. the Balthazar of Blueberry Pond plush campaignwill launch via Makeshipat 5:00 pm PST/8:00 pm EST on Thursday March 3rd!
Alt title was gonna be “tonedeaf” lmfaoo. I enjoy the fandom’s music headcanons (personally, I joke to myself that they get attached to train related songs because it funny.) NOW are they good at singing? Up to the reader. I just know that its painfully loud. Fittingly chandelure has no volume control and exclusively screams.
I think they get to be a little silly and sleepy off the clock, as a treat.
Its this song btw, in case it wasn’t readily obvious.
