Dec 23, 2024
"Shelly Duvall" by Mr. E Gallery
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"Shelly Duvall" by Mr. E Gallery
Part 12!
At least they have a place to stay now
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Part 10!
That was.. pretty effective??
Start | Part 9 | Part 11
Learn more about Fragment -> Here!
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Silvery-Cheeked Hornbill
Watercolor 5"x7"
I did a whole little series of little 5"x7" paintings that had to be done in one day. Well, this one was done in two... heh
These little dinosaurs are so precious
Fragmented | Wings | Sun And Moon
My three pieces for this year's Swordtember
Soooo, someone posted this in @quackysmackk 's discord server after we were debating if Fragment was considered a princess since someone gifted him a rattie 💙
And I wanted to draw it. I was originally going to do it traditionally in my sketchbook, butttt my markers were too thick. So I opted to draw it digitally. And so that brings us to this masterpiece lmao
Read and ask about Fragment here -> FragmentTale
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exit wound
prompt: ‘wound’ @drarrymicrofic | wc: 209
“It’s spreading.”
His face cracked in two, lightning-split, forked from the crown.
“I know.”
Eyes bottle-bright on either side of the chasm.
“I don’t—I don’t know how to stop it.”
Carbon curls sticking out, soot-storm static inside the bubble-sphere.
“Yes, you do.”
The end of the line caught on his Cupid’s bow. Soon, Draco won’t be able to touch his lips.
“No.”
There’s a cauterised chamber in his mind, the only place he allows himself to cry.
“Draco. I’m not afraid.”
Of course not. Third time’s the charm.
“I’ll put your heart in stasis if I have to. I said no.”
Harry doesn’t smile, but he would if he could. Draco aches to see those dimples again.
“It’s okay. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
He bites his tongue and tastes ozone.
“Sorry, Scarhead. You’re not getting rid of me just yet.”
Green flames flicker between lashes, wild floo-fire—
“…Draco?”
A fulguration of the soul. His heartbeat, winged, a phoenix once more.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Curse-scar, severed core—cauterise the wound. Limit contagion.
“Fiendfyre.”
His gaze is steady, scorching. Black ichor pools in the corners of his eyes, unblinking.
“Do it.”
He’ll need two wands. Holly, hawthorn. He’ll need—
“Just one more miracle, Potter. For me.”
Please.
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