#cursed wip

[fakemoo]

Cooking up something very stupid this week

Drawing team 7 in a scene... so much work..

[gobstoneswithhector]

I painted this Albus Potter while flying to Boston.

(I’ve been trying the new brushes that came with the big Procreate update, but I’m afraid that I’m stuck on old favorites.)

[karrotkings546]

He’s bald! He’s bald and he’s torturing people who have hair!

[lynxindisguise]

wip poll game: remus's cursed adventures

predictably, you all voted for cursed sentences, so cursed sentences I shall deliver:

Remus was a man of many curses. There was the obvious, of course, the large, furry, howling one. And there were all sorts of micro-curses—his knack for killing houseplants, for stepping outside the moment it started to rain, for pushing all pull-doors and pulling all push-doors. And then there was his horrendous taste in men. But this was different. This was boring. “Hello. I’m here for...” he checked his clipboard, “a doxy infestation?” “Remus? R-remus Lupin?” Granted, it started out like a porno, but it was otherwise as about as ordinary and uneventful as a relationship could be. “Er...” He studied the young man’s generically English face, jogging absolutely no memories. “Yes?” “M-my, you l-look...” Remus prepared to explain away the fresh scars on his face, or his premature aging, or his general state of dishevelment, but the man’s bashful smile caught him off guard. “It’s me, Quirinus, f-from school.” “Oh...” Quirinus... Quirinus Quirrell. “Right.” Ravenclaw, a few years below him, used to attend his study group. “Hello.” “What have you been up to?” “Erm...” Scrounging for money, smoking, crying, clawing himself to bits, quitting smoking, not thinking about his dead friends or convicted murderer boyfriend, being awkward in public, smoking again. “I teach Muggle Studies now, at Hogwarts,” Quirinus supplied. “Ah, that’s brilliant.” He forced a smile. “So the doxies...” “Yes, yes, right this way.” It was simple, easy, mind-numbing. They didn’t see much of each other throughout the school year, and when they did, it was nothing but afternoon tea and reading by the fire and sex so unimaginative it felt practically straight. When he finally told Quirinus about his condition, he cried about how terribly brave he was, and Remus ended up comforting him. This must be adulthood, Remus decided: eating vegetables and dating kind, gentle men, and finally silencing the part of himself that craved chaos. And then Quirinus announced that he was planning to take a sabbatical.

[stainlesssteellocust]

So these guys drink alcohol and hallucinogen-laced human blood from a cup fashioned out of a human skull, as one does

they have also affixed a heater and an automated little stirring apparatus to one side to make sure the blood doesn’t congeal in the middle of their Weirdass Blood Rituals

which strikes me as pretty on-brand for the setting

[nartothelar]

Rat tails are valid, anon just has no culture /lh /j

Is that true in every case-

[bitterfragile]

@makingthegrintgrunt thank you so much, gorgeous 😙! I started working on this piece when I first got your ask but, I must've angered some minor god because, turns out it's totally cursed?? Two attempts and three dead copics later (and also the water main outside our house... burst???) I'm thinking I'll give it a go on a better day. Maybe after I've consulted an old haggard mystic woman idk. P.S. you're all protected from The Cursed WIPs™ by the power of Love™ and/or your trope of choice.

[gobstoneswithhector]

A very rough, early sketch of Albus for an upcoming story.