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I don’t see much one sided Severitus so I think I’d like to develop that idea with my Dogwood AU ! Lots of angst potential
Severitus Dogwood AU doodles
I think I’ll do these coloured sketch comics often now; it’s good to just draw every day. This spread took 3.5 hours total
Whole spread ^^
You people sure liked the last comic thing a lot. Here’s the other sketch spread I promised yesterday in the tags
If the quality is garbage, it’s tumblr’s fault
Arnold the Pygmy puff featured
Back to the Dogwood AU; I’ve been trying to flesh it out more beyond just “Severitus but werewolf and half vampire version”
And the fleshing out has made it a one sided Severitus so :P Is it for better or for worse?
It being a one sided relationship def makes way for more interesting angst but what do you think ?
Did you say “more one sided Severitus angst please”?
No?
Well that’s TOO DAMN BAD because that’s all I got for now!!!
Why tf did the sketch alone take 6.5 hours and total 7.5 . I am not efficient
Remus: I’ve got a question to ask you, love
Sirius: Sure, as long as it’s not “will you marry me”
Remus: …
Sirius: Wait!
Sirius: Was it?
Sirius: Was it “will you marry me”?
Remus: Well I’m not gonna ask now!
Sirius: No! Don’t! Restart!
Remus: Nope, moment’s gone
Sirius: THEN BRING IT BACK!
Sirius has a tongue piercing and a nervous habit of licking his lower lip so whenever him and Remus argue it inevitably ends with Sirius nervously flashing his tongue piercing and Remus’ anger melting away and being replaced by horniness
you're so golden, I'm out of my head
dad james who has a crush on the cute boy working at the coffee shop in the mall so he makes a devilish plan to ask him out, but harry wants to take part in it (+ toddlers ARE cute so maybe the boy will be charmed by him)
and it goes like
james and harry, walking hand in hand, not looking suspicious at all
harry, seeing regulus -the cute boy- and running straight to him, arms reaching up and staring at him, smiling: up! up!
regulus: what
harry: uppies!! please!!
regulus, confused as fuck, but taking the toddler in his arms bc hes not letting a kid be alone the fuck: hey, kid, so where are your parents
james, finally emerging, picture-perfect scared parent, his jacket thrown over his shoulders bc he's a whore and wants to show his arms and impress the cute boy, he's desperate ok?: oh My God, harry i told you to stay still, you gave me a heart attack, let go of this pretty guy please
harry, playing his role too well: noooo, i wanna stay here
regulus, seeing the hot dilf vibes + cute toddler combo and going brain empty: ...
james, the tease, turning towards regulus, with his typical flirty smile: im so sorry for that pretty, i think my son just wants us to go out for drinks *wink*
it works perfectly bc regulus is blushing and harry is giggling in his arms and fuck me now i want to make a socmed au someone send help
barty who's another worker in the coffee shop is somehow livestreaming this to all their friends + sirius and dying of laughter
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t count, right?”
Based on a scene from The Domestication of Draco Malfoy by @citrusses <33
Things are bleak. Here’s some Sirius & Harry feels.
heated rivalry but make it wolfstar
Alright imma send in the Charlie Weasley request again: Can I ask for some headcanons of him reacting to reader somehow taming and even managed to ride a dragon HTTYD style? I feel like he would drop down on his knees and ask reader to marry him on the spot.
A/n: I am sorry this took me so long, I get over whelmed and last year was not a good year for me and now with my back injury is just making shit worse.
And I couldn't figure out a way to make these a hc so its a drabble.
The first time Charlie sees it, he thinks he’s hallucinating from lack of sleep.
The Romanian reserve is loud that morning—handlers shouting in multiple languages, chains clanking, the deep, volcanic rumble of irritated dragons echoing off the rocky cliffs. Charlie Weasley is halfway through a lecture about keeping a safe perimeter when the Hungarian Horntail in the far enclosure goes quiet.
Not angry quiet.
Focused quiet.
A stillness, Charlie swears that you can hear a pin drop by how still it is.
Charlie frowns.
That dragon does not go quiet.
The Hungarian Horntail lowers its massive, spiked head. Smoke curls from its nostrils. Its tail lined with jagged barbs, swishes once...a warning for whoever is the person that dares to go near it.
Then you step forward.
No protective shield charm. No bait. You're not even trembling like most tamers would. No instead you speak softly, hand out stretched.
Charlie stops mid-sentence.“Don’t—” he starts.
But the Horntail doesn’t strike.It snorts, puff of smoke leaving its nostrils.
Instead it leans down and Merlin help him—you place your hand between its eyes.
The entire reserve freezes.
One of the younger handlers whispers, “She’s dead.”
Charlie doesn’t blink.
Because the dragon… rumbles.
Not a warning.A pleased sound.
You scratch just under the ridge of its jaw where the scales overlap. The Horntail’s wings loosen. The tension drains from its shoulders.
Charlie’s heart is pounding so hard he can hear it in his ears.
“That’s impossible,” someone mutters.
Charlie whispers, almost reverently, “No… that’s talent.”
And then you do something that makes him forget how to breathe.
You climb.
Not recklessly, confidently. You move like you understand the rhythm of its body. One hand gripping a horn ridge, one foot finding purchase between armored scales.
The Horntail shifts its weight to accommodate you.
Charlie takes one step forward, instinct screaming at him to intervene but the dragon crouches and then launches into the sky.
The wind explodes outward as thirty feet of muscle and wingbeat thunder into the sky.You are astride a living inferno and you're laughing.
Charlie’s jaw drops.
He’s studied dragons since he was a boy. He’s dedicated his life to understanding them. He respects them.
He does not ride them.
That is not how this world works.
The Horntail banks sharply. You lean with it naturally, low over its neck, fingers tangled securely in scale ridges.
Charlie feels something dangerous spark in his chest.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
More of Awe, an possessive admiration.
A thought crashes into his head, uninvited and crystal clear.
'I’m going to marry that woman.'
The dragon lands in a controlled, heavy descent that rattles the earth. You slide down its side, pat its flank, and murmur something affectionate.
The Horntail nudges you.Nudges you. Like some sorta cat!
Charlie walks toward you slowly, like he’s approaching a sacred relic.
“You,” he says faintly, “have just done something that professionals train decades not to even attempt.”
You brush ash off your sleeve casually. “He just wanted someone who wasn’t afraid of him.”
Charlie stares at you like you’ve personally rewritten magical law.
“That’s a Class XXXXX dragon.”
“That's a bit dramatic,” you reply.
Charlie laughs once, sharp and breathless. 'Merlin, you’re brilliant.'
He steps closer, eyes bright with something almost feral in its intensity.“Do you have any idea,” he says, voice low with awe, “how extraordinary that was?”
You tilt your head. “Are you mad?”
“Mad?” He looks scandalized. “I’m in love.”
The words slip out before he can stop them.The handlers behind him choke, some snicker though Charlie does not care.
He’s looking at you like you’re the rarest magical phenomenon he’s ever encountered and that is saying something, given he works with dragons daily.
“You rode a Horntail,” he continues, pacing a little, hands through his hair. “Without a saddle. Without restraints. Without being incinerated.”
“He likes me.”
“He likes you,” Charlie repeats weakly. “Of course he does.”
He studies you, then glances back at the dragon, who is now watching him with smug, smoldering eyes.
There’s a beat of silence.
Charlie squares his shoulders.“All right,” he says decisively. “Two options.”
You blink. “Options?”
“Yes. Either you join the reserve officially because I refuse to let that talent go undocumented or you marry me.”
The handlers choke out a laugh as Charlie shrugs, utterly serious. “I’m flexible.”
You laugh shaking your head, the Horntail growls approvingly.
Charlie grins at you, sunlit and reckless and completely, hopelessly smitten.
“Honestly,” he adds, voice softening, eyes warm and certain, “any witch who can tame a dragon like that… deserves a Weasley.”
And from the way he’s looking at you?
He’s already decided you’re going to be one.
Below, in a shadowy clearing, stood Snape, but he wasn’t alone. Quirrell was there, too. Harry couldn’t make out the look on his face, but he was stuttering worse than ever. Harry strained to catch what they were saying. ‘… d-don’t know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus …’ ‘Oh, I thought we’d keep this private,’ said Snape, his voice icy. ‘Students aren’t supposed to know about the Philosopher’s Stone, after all.’ Harry leant forward. Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted him. ‘Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid’s yet?’ ‘B-b-but Severus, I –’ ‘You don’t want me as your enemy, Quirrell,’ said Snape, taking a step towards him. ‘I-I don-t know what you –’ ‘You know perfectly well what I mean.’
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone — Chapter Thirteen, Nicholas Flamel
i will never stop talking about how remus loves sirius in ways that are soft, quiet, and full of devotion, which is important especially after all those years that sirius spent trying to be noticed. it’s in the way remus looks at him when he thinks sirius isn’t watching, the way he holds him just a little bit tighter when they’re alone. he doesn’t need grand gestures. his love is in the small, subtle ways: the way he cares about all of sirius’ interests, the way he whispers i’m here, sweetheart, it’s okay when sirius spirals, the way he memorizes sirius’ reactions to different things and always makes sure he feels comfortable. his love is constant, like the moon. always there, even when it’s hidden
curiosity kills the uh...how does that go again