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good old Hogwarts AU. I was able to take a break, tomorrow is the last test week. god, i needed this. anyway, here it is! this is not the last Hogwarts-themed drawing with them, i already have a couple of ideas

(n it's also little crooked, I drew quickly)

Warren is a Gryffindor by the way. I hope. No questions about that. He fits into Ravenclaw as well, I know. There shouldn't be any questions about Nathan either. Why Slytherin? It seems to me that he would be from a pure-blooded family, in which there are a fuckton of generations, you know... each of his ancestors was in Slytherin, it's a tradition and blah-blah-blah!

Anyway, it's all interesting. I'm a huge Hogwarts fan. So creating this AU was just a matter of time.

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The picture I sent my mom:

The picture I sent my husband:

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but have you ever truly left is the question

ohhhhh welcome me back to grahamscott hell because i am IN it now folks. fuuuuuck

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Barbie (2023) + Letterboxd

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went to miami to recover father sotirios. and made some new friends.

these animals... they are wise. I recruited them to avenge my dear brother. I was then escorted out of the sea world.

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thinking very heavily about grahamscott on this fine tuesday evening

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i usually only post doodles/sketches like that on instagram but i like these two, might delete later if i decide to paint them digitally

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"A fistfight CAN be romantic. If you're fucking gay."

- Nathan and Warren, probably

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Grahamscott! "The soul was a live one and he didn't know how to kill it."

The soul was a live one and he didn’t know how to kill it.

“H-How,” Warren starts, stuttering, then backs up a step when the human’s head snaps up. Blood pours from its mouth, dripping down the pale length of its throat and staining the collar of its shirt bright red. Warren stares a beat, then tries again, “How did you get down here?” How are you alive? he wants to ask, but knows that’s not something he should disclose before making sure it wasn’t going to happen.

“I fell,” it growls simply, then makes a wet, gargling noise.

“Who are you?” Warren asks the human next, because, at this point, he had no idea what to do. They were supposed to be dead when they came down. How was this one not dead?

“Nathan,” it wheezes back, then turns and spits a glob of blood onto the ground. It’s not until just then that Warren realizes it’s holding a blade in its hand. “My name,” it tries again, and this time when it looks up, Warren knows he’s in deep trouble, “is Nathan Prescott, and I’m not going to let you kill me.”

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And they were roommates...

@warrengayram forced my hand sry

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Come get yall's dinner, you animals.

Some Halloween costumes with grahamscott bc yeah.

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i get a notification from this blog every once in a while and it’s nice to know the grahamscott fandom/lis fandom is still kicking

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Nathan’s fingers are cold against the warmth upon Warren’s hand.

It’s a feeling so lovely, so calm, and so serene that Warren wants to stay in it forever. To be with him forever. Something he feels so much deeper down when he wills his eyes to close shut.

“This is so, so nice,” Warren says, making his voice soft enough so as to not overwhelm Nathan from the near non-existent distance their connected foreheads have established.

Nathan says nothing, but Warren can feel him. He’s right there. He’s right with Warren.

“I want to stay here forever,” Warren says, his breath ghosting against Nathan’s lips. “With you. Right here.”

Nathan answers with silence once more.

Warren begins to get worried.

“…Nathan?”

Nothing.

Temptation whispers into Warren’s ears, a deceitful force of natural human instinct telling him to look, to see, to perceive.

But this feeling—stirring, heating, pooling in his gut—brews the same feeling over and over again.

Don’t look.

Curiosity is in human nature. It like is an itch that continues to itch until it scratches through skin, to muscle, all the way until our fingernails scrape along our bones.

Warren opens his eyes.

And he looks.

Fruitless, that feeling had been.

Barren to the wasted hollow that follows when Warren gives in.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Though, Warren does not see.

He isn’t supposed to be there.

After all, Nathan is already gone.

Gone at the hands of the puppeteer that pulled his very strings.

The soft streams of sunlight seeping from the cracks between the curtains are harsh on Warren’s eyes as he tries to rub them clear.

A voice, sweet and friendly and inviting, speaks beside him to say, “Bad dream?”

Warren nods, sniffling a little. “Yeah. It’s just—nightmare after nightmare, Stella. I am… exhausted. I’m just so tired from all of it.”

Her arms gingerly wrap around him, and he falls apart—sobbing into her arms and streaking tears on the fabric of her shirt.

Nathan’s presence is distant against the longing upon Warren’s heart.