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[crushedsweets]

your mention of sally face in your mask post got me thinking of just how rare it is to see people talk about sally face and creepypasta at the same time! its kinda surprising given how both have very similar vibes / themes and seem like they would make a great crossover, lots of cool character interactions!

MORE ASKS … I’m in my comma professors shed while drawing this so it’s kinda rushed LOL also @ this specific anon UR SO RIGHT but it’s been so long since I’ve watched. A sallyface play thru I can’t remember a thing </3

[dracoandthehounds]

Cruelty - Writing Snippet

“You’re drunk.”

Potter had said it like it was fact. Undeniable. Which, Draco figured, wasn’t exactly wrong.

“And?” Draco asked, his voice petulant. He wasn’t breaking the law. Not this time, anyway.

“You should go home, Malfoy,” Potter said, a quick glance back to his table of friends on the other side of the pub. The good-and-perfect-and-honourable bunch. Draco hated them, sometimes, for what came so easily. What was so true to their nature.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Draco said, reigning in the urge to shove Potter. Because he could. If he wanted to. And he often wanted to.

“Can’t I?” Potter shot back, causing Draco to falter.

“Going to arrest me, then, Auror Potter?” Draco said. “Chosen one. Sodding hero—”

“Watch it,” Potter seethed, finally looking affected.

Draco rolled his eyes, but smirked, at finally managing to get under Potter’s skin. The thing he was so good at. “Aren’t I allowed to be drunk? Or is that in violation of my redemption?” Draco asked, echoing Potter’s own words from his trial. About how Draco deserved redemption, a second chance. Bullshit, probably.

Potter sighed heavily, and leaned back against the brick wall of the pub. Draco followed the motion with his eyes, trying his best not to be so obvious about the way he savoured the lines of Potter’s body as he did. All smooth cuts and muscles, like leather held taut.

“You can do whatever you please,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead. “But I don’t fancy seeing your face on the cover of the Daily Prophet tomorrow because you’ve managed to do something actually illegal, or because some stupid reporter decides—”

“Why do you care?” Draco shot back, interrupting him.

“Because you would.”

Potter said it easily, so open and earnest, and it killed Draco. Killed him to see how genuine honesty came so naturally to him.

“You don’t—” Draco tried, failed. So he returned to his previous tactic, the one that now felt worth it, and put his hand on Potter’s chest, and shoved. 

His hand slid off easily, and he nearly fell over. But Potter grabbed his wrist, righting him, holding him steady, but also tight enough to mean something else. A warning.

Potter yanked him in close. “Stop that. You’re being foolish.”

“And that’s new for me?” Draco seethed back, his neck heating from how close Potter was to him now. From how Potter’s hand still gripped around his wrist, tight enough to hurt. 

And Potter actually laughed, his breath coasting against Draco’s neck as he did. “Being foolish isn’t new for either of us.”

He let him go, and Draco stumbled back. But only a little. He was still close to Potter’s body. Too close, probably. He glared up to Potter’s eyes as he leaned over him, relishing that he was still taller, would always be taller, just by this bit. His last advantage, really. And Potter glared right back. 

Draco wasn’t sure what this energy charging between them even meant. If it meant they were seconds from coming to blows. If it meant…

“You’re drunk,” Potter repeated, but he didn’t sound as sure. His voice sounded different. Softer.

“So?” Draco asked, and he felt himself sway forward, unsure if it was of his own accord.

Potter’s hand went up, palm landing at the centre of Draco’s chest. He held him back with it, and Draco leaned into it. Enjoyed the feeling of being held up by him. The warm pressure.

“So…” Potter said, eyes wide, glancing from Draco’s eyes, to his dishevelled hair, to Draco’s mouth, as though waiting for whatever horrible thing Draco was sure to say next. It was what Draco excelled in, afterall.

Draco licked his lips, and he watched Potter track the movement. 

“So you’ve got to go home,” Potter said, his green eyes darting back up to look at Draco with all that noble superiority that he so excelled in.

“Whose?” Draco asked, grinning. This might not have been how he usually upset Potter, and, fine, maybe it was the fire-whiskey, but he was having too much fun to care, to look beyond the details of this exact moment. To remember the big picture of what acting like this could mean.

“Whose?” Potter repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

“Whose home shall I go to?”

And Potter’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open, his cheeks reddened. “Yours—” he choked out, startled. “Obviously, Draco, you’re so—”

“So, I’m Draco now?”

And Potter stared at him, that disbelief and confusion so present, and he fell speechless. Entirely disrupted, entirely off balance. Draco’s favourite version of him.

“Shall I go home with you, then?” Draco asked, his voice lowering, mouth stretching into a smirk. He leaned harder against Potter’s warm hand, closer into Potter’s space.

And Potter breathed out, eyes darting across Draco’s face. “You can’t— you’re… you’re so drunk. This isn’t fair. You’re—”

Draco’s eyebrows narrowed. “Isn’t fair?”

Potter swallowed, and Draco watched the movement. “Isn’t fair to do— because… you’re drunk— so… so I can’t—”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that, once or twice,” Draco shot back. He glanced around the room, at the faceless people who were nothing, not when Potter was around, anyway. “Might not be a problem for someone else, though—”

And Potter’s grip tightened, his fingers digging in from his palm, as he gripped at the soft linen of Draco’s top. Draco glanced up, and Potter’s face had reddened again. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” Potter asked.

And now Draco was the one confused. “What—”

“Dangling this, in front of me, while you’re drunk,” Potter said, his voice hardened. Angry.

“What—”

And Potter’s grip tightened, until Draco found himself being shoved back against the corner of where they’d been standing, pressed into an alcove, where the music sounded muffled, and shadows fell over their bodies.

Potter leaned into Draco’s ear. “You’ve always been cruel, but this is a new low,” he whispered, his hand still on Draco’s chest as he shoved him harder against the bricks of the wall.

“I don’t understand—”

“Acting like this,” Potter said, ignoring him. “When you’re drunk, so you know I can’t—” Potter cut himself off, and Draco felt his hand release him.

Potter stepped back, smoothed down his own shirt, firm resolve on his face.

And Draco followed the movement, before his hand, surely acting of its own accord, reached out, and hooked a finger in a flap between two of the buttons.

“Draco,” Potter warned.

But Draco didn’t listen, and instead pulled him forward, strong enough to cause Potter to stumble as he did. Potter’s hand shot out, and he steadied himself against the bricks, only an inch from Draco’s waist. Draco leaned to the side so he could close that inch, feeling the warmth of Potter’s arm against his ribs.

And Draco leaned in and took his turn to whisper. “If you think this is just because I’m drunk…” he laughed, “and that I haven’t wanted you… wanted to shove you up against the very wall of this pub more times than I can count—”

Potter’s breath caught, and he felt as Potter’s hand migrated from the wall, to gripping Draco’s waist, tight, almost in warning.

But Potter righted himself, though he was still only inches from Draco, the heat between them palpable. He whispered, “You’re drunk. And you’re cruel.”

And then they were spinning, spinning fast and quick, and endless.

Until they were in the living room of Draco’s London flat, and Potter was shoving him back. Draco fell into the couch, and stared up at Potter, glaring.

“Accio,” Potter said, and a familiar phial whizzed into his hand. “Drink,” he commanded, handing it over to Draco.

It was hard to say no to Potter when he was like this. Commanding. Stubborn. So Draco drank, and felt the haze of the drunkenness wean, until only the remnant of a buzz remained.

His cheeks flushed red and warm. Potter stared at him.

And then held out a hand. Draco took it, and Potter yanked him up, so he was standing.

“Right,” Draco said, preparing for a lecture, or an insult, or a threat.

But instead, Potter only read over his face. “Like I said,” he sighed. “Cruel.”

Draco frowned.

“Right then,” Potter sighed. “I’ll be on my way—”

But it was Draco’s turn to reach out. With shaking hands, he grabbed Potter by the shoulders, and Potter turned to stare at him, startled.

“Who’s being cruel now?” he asked, then let his hand roam, coast up against Potter’s neck.

And then, with a gentle touch, he pulled him closer, until Harry’s wide eyes shuttered shut, and his mouth found his.

[born-to-lose]

The secret truly is to leave on a high note and have them give you their social media handle or number, they'll crave you forever

[lethalleangue]

not exactly a request but it would be cool to see the process on how you draw the characters!!!

day 391

[littlest-bugz]

Shaking in mg boots SOMEONE GIVE ME USERBOX REQS,,,,

[juicezone]

whooo wants to do me a huuge favour <3

EDIT DONE TYSM U THA BEST

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Agony!!

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[infectedrpd]

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₊﹚⠀f2u /w⠀;⠀credits + reblogs

₊﹚⠀recolours / minor edits allowed

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[drive-thru-kin]

"Let me know... where I can go... to save my soul!"

A Headspace Moodboard for... The Swamp Bound Clergy!

[radioroxx]

colour palette challenges i miss you…. colour palette requests i miss you so….

[s-citrus]

for your rain world requests, are you only taking iterators or do you also take slugcats? also is one person allowed to submit multiple requests or? (also love the art style its super neat)

I will take slugcats, iterators, scavs - basically everything else in the game LOL

I'm allowing people to request more than one thing! Just don't go crazy, I am just one guy <:]

If it's an oc I'd prefer if you send a picture of them :]

[techno-rat]

dear punk w full patch jacket who frequents my library … do you listen to the mulims? when will you start listening to the muslims ? whats your favourite part of listening to the muslims ?

[neutrallyobsessed]

¡UN MOMENTO!

Wai-wai-wait! I was talking about the drawing request about the girlfriends saving the boyfriends thinking that I count give worded requests. I didn’t ask for the Junipollo request. lamo

Aaaaaa okok, well like i said, dont worry much about it! Your ask says things like do what you will and can you draw it? so its all pretty clear and thats what im gonna do~~ ^^

And the clip is from Transformers g1 ;3

[juicezone]

(does a sillay little dance)