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so i rewatched titanic a couple days ago…

please mind the quality…if anything this is a colored sketch lol. i have the famous “jack, i want you to draw me like one of your french girls” scene(as well as the ~car scene~) all drawn out, so you guys let me know if that’s something youd wanna see on my twt account 😉

also, please give me lighting tips!!

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four kisses

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as if canon hermione isnt also black💔

my hermiome is based on how i see her in the books (with inspiration from other artists as well)…just because i drew a scene from the movies doesnt mean i have to draw her white..sigh.

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the babies :(

u guys they have my heart. (speedpaint under the cut)

i thought it’d be cool to show my process because this took DAYS. to finish. DAYSSSS. i have been practicing a lot though, and i think im getting better with limb proportions. YAY! i still have a lot to work on (like colors) but this is progress!

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the importance of art and safety.

(in this period of descent into fascism)

If you're a liberal/left-leaning person like me, you have been voraciously keeping up with local, provincial/state and federal politics, and with the world news, using all avenues available to you to try and make sense of the tumultuous time were living through. And thus, with each passing day, you've probably been inundated with the F-word more and more from the news/political commentators you follow, from the images attached in the articles you read, and the academics and journalists you trust. Fascism. With the recent ruling from the UK Supreme Court saying that the legal definition of a woman is solely going to be rooted in biology and seeing the jubilant celebration surrounding it, I can’t help but feel like we just took one more monumental step in the global death march towards fascism.

I’m scared and very worried.

Of course, this isn’t really about my own personal feelings of fear because overall, I will be quite alright. I’m a bisexual, leftist woman and arts and culture person living in Canada, in a dependably liberal-to-progressive riding and city. Yes, my country has a federal election coming up and there is a chance we might (strong emphasis on ‘might’) elect a right-wing reactionary buffoon of our own in the form of Pierre Poilievre, but center and left-of-center Canadians were given a hail Mary in the new liberal party leader Mark Carney, who’s performing better in the early polls everyday. So, we might not have to worry that much at all. Yes, the cost of living is still abysmal (as my friends and I keep saying: girl, the tariffs), and going through life’s very human struggles is still excruciating but ultimately, bearable. Spring, the best season, is well on its way and the days are getting longer and you see that your neighbour’s tulip bulbs are peaking out from the soil and you’re able to go home and give your cat a big kiss on the cheek as they reward you with an annoyed and disgruntled meow.

And so you feel emotionally regulated enough to then go on your daily news binge and find that another university student in the US got black-bagged for expressing pro-Palestine views, you see images of the destruction of Gaza and the concentration prison/camps in El Salvador, and then that the boomer British lady who authored the books that have been bringing so much joy and fulfillment to your art practice donated 70 000 euros to a feminist organization that was the plaintiff fighting to disenfranchise an already marginalized minority group. And you’re left feeling quite… dirty and doom-ridden and powerless while standing in the middle of the cushy imperial core.

Your cat who was annoyed you picked them up earlier has forgiven you now, though, and is headbutting you for some catnip.

But this isn’t about me, not in the slightest. I/we know how these things go. I’m not a history buff by any means (though I really want to be) but I have a basic enough understanding of world history to know we’re already in the throes of fascism: with the targeting and scapegoating of vulnerable minorities like the trans community or the complete hatred and want for disposal of migrants – I feel a deep and suffocating grief for my fellow comrades.

This pain, I believe, is all our duties as human beings with the gift and responsibility of empathy, to feel.

I’m also hyperaware that with the downward fall into fascism comes the defunding and eventual erasure and censorship of art. Now I’m not saying my art is worthy or important enough to be censored. But I am saying we need art; we need as much of it as there can be for our emotional needs which is imperative for our survival. I don’t mean to say this in a hyperproduction/hyper consuming way, of course, we just need human artists, humane art (whatever that means to you) now more than ever.

I’m a political person, and my leftist and feminist principles and values I think show up quite plainly in my work but again, I don’t think I’m making anything radical here – my art I think is just one small piece in a greater human need to make and experience art. Therefore, I’d be remiss to say it wasn’t important. I know my work is important in that I know it means something to people. This community here for instance, or on twitter/x, Instagram or tiktok, which I feel like the luckiest person alive to have somehow conjured, that means something to me, and I’d be glaringly obtuse if I didn’t acknowledge it. So, I sincerely want you to know my art exists not only as the physical manifestation of this vocation of mine, but also as a source of safety and comfort for your senses, if you need it to be.

As much as I want to be, I’m not an activist, I’m just an artist. And my art is the one (I hope) iron-clad thing I can give to the world and the beautiful, worthy of lives of dignity, people within it. Joy and comfort aren’t a solid political program on its own and I know art consumption alone is not going to lead us to liberation, self-determination and lives of dignity. But, my god, do we still need joy, comfort and safety in the form of art to get through each day.

To my nonbinary and trans friends and siblings, I am so, so fucking sorry powers greater than us are using you as pawns for political theatre, and that so many restless people are using you as political punching bags. The world we’re living through is incredibly unfair and unjust at the moment. Your pain is our pain, none of us are free until all of us are free. So, I want you to know that my little pictures and I are here, fighting alongside you.

I know Harry Potter, the IP and the storyworld with its characters, isn’t what’s causing our dissent into fascism. And I know, realistically, I’m not the devil’s spawn for still liking it, for making cute artwork of the titular main character’s best friends for its fandom. I can’t explain in words why I feel such an affinity to this story, this very entry-level story about fighting fascism, with its anti-social megalomaniac villain and its painfully liberal/reformist politics. My pull towards it is deep, abstract, and almost spiritual, and if I could succinctly put these feelings and magnetism into words, I probably wouldn’t be making this much art like my life depended on it. And the awful truth of it is, I’ve never been more artistically fulfilled. I’m so happy while making this work and my cup becomes fuller after each drawing, I selfishly don’t want to stop. Does that make me awful?

A lot of my peers, fellow fanartists, have been considering leaving the fandom altogether and it’s left me feeling a kind of panic because, quite frankly, I don’t want to. Not until the creative reserve (which is rooted in my love and other abstract feelings for the story) within me has run dry, which it hasn’t. And after I realized this, I felt a little ashamed that I wasn’t feeling what others are also feeling, but I think the knee-jerk reaction to leave and disavow this community because of the cartoonishly mean-spirited author (who ironically made this story about love, friendship and fighting fascism) also feels hasty and reactionary. I understand the impulse, I really do. I recognize I have a vested interest in saying this, but I sincerely think we need art now more than ever, if any of my peers are reading this: your art. Thoughtful art, art that is an exercise in empathy. I’m also saying this because I feel a deep sense of responsibility to my friends (majority of whom are also queer and trans) I’ve made through our shared love of this story, to fellow fans and the people I’ve been privileged enough to have touched with my art.

This discomfort of still harboring love for this flawed but ultimately lovable and beloved story during this time of political unrest and chaos, and continuing to express my love for it by creating artwork for it… is something I will just have to live with until it’s run its course. I don’t think this is a righteous grief by any means – I think the mundanity of it is what’s making it especially annoying.

Quivering in the face of good art is I think one of the best feelings in the world, and though I sincerely believe the HP story to be good and adequate in its political and class commentary, this squirming isn’t exactly that. I’m immensely (and selfishly) resentful to JKR for being the mean-spirited bully/troll that she is, not only do I wish she weren’t a right-wing reactionary, I wish her tomfoolery didn’t make me squirm uncomfortably (the word I’m looking for here is ‘cringe’) while still genuinely enjoying this work. Nonetheless, I’m confident in my ability to engage with this story intelligently and I hope to continue to share my thoughts and love for this narrative through posts and meta/cultural analyses and many, many drawings of Ron and Hermione kissing. I am also steadfast in my political convictions, which are so much older than the just-over-a-year-old love I have for these books. My political convictions which have always been and will always continue to be pro-trans, feminist, anticapitalist and grounded in my love and empathy for people.

I don’t have all the answers to how and why we are so drawn to certain stories and characters and tribes (because fandom in a fundamental way acts like a tribe), and why we so profoundly need to keep making and keep experiencing art. Or how to even best live with the contradictions that exist within and outside of us. I’m just a young artist, still in the infancy of my career in many ways, but something in my bones is telling me this is important work, and I should keep doing it – with all its squirming discomfort, and its wonderful, beautiful fulfillment.

Again, we are living through incredibly difficult times, but we must make it through, and we will. I will keep making work that I hope is thoughtful and politically principled, and I hope you’re able to find some joy and comfort in them as I do while making them.

- nus :)

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everyone LOOK, i will always love hermione beyond words i dont even CARE

(notice how literally every hermione i draw is different someone pls teach me)

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the granger-weasley family members!!!!

(i’m obsessed with drawing romione’s little family)

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sigh. late night chatting in the dorms 😔

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sunday dinners at the burrow

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Genderswap! Harry Potter

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hermione’s school photo for her fifth year

so, i’m trying to find my style 💔 it’s so hard! i did buy a new brush pack thankfully, so my art is looking a little bit better!

bonus: stitches and pins hermione has on her bag (molly stitched it for her over the summer), and the photo ron keeps secretly in his bag

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sleepless nights but a beautiful sunrise

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The main problem with darry or dramione ship is that all three of them aren't in their true personality which is utterly nonsense.

And the shippers know that if they took canon personality, these ships won't be possible.

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hermione in the forest of dean

i have mono rn so i thought id just post a little quick attempt i made at trying backgrounds and proper shading! (big thank you to toorumlk on tiktok for her amazing shading advice) if you have any constructive criticism please feel free! im still playing around with my style so lmk!

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“BUT ITS PLATONIC!! THEY’RE JUST BEST FRIENDS THEY’RE LIKE SIBLINGS ITS GROSS TO SHIP THEM” and they’re also in love and having filthy sex. hope this helps

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Gryffindor common room

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Teddy Bear (Harry Potter)

It's Dudley's birthday today. Harry knows because Dudley yelled about it all morning before Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took him to the amusement park. The house is quiet now. Harry likes it when it's quiet.

He sits on his blanket in the cupboard, his tummy rumbling. He thinks about the teddy bear under Dudley's bed. It has a glowing belly. Harry saw it last year when Dudley got it, but then it disappeared, buried under other toys. Dudley doesn’t even remember it. But Harry does. He wants it.

His little feet move carefully across the floor. The hallway is big and scary when he is alone. The door to Dudley’s room is open just a little. He pushes it and it creaks. Harry freezes. Nothing happens. He sneaks inside.

The floor is messy. Wrappers and toys and clothes everywhere. He kneels by the bed, reaching under. His fingers touch something soft. He pulls it out. It’s dusty, but it’s the bear. Harry hugs it and hurries back to his cupboard, shutting the door behind him.

He sits, legs crossed, holding the bear in his lap. He brushes the dust off its soft fur. His fingers find the belly. He presses it.

The bear glows pink.

Then, it speaks.

"I love you."

Harry blinks. He presses it again.

"I love you."

His heart feels funny, like it’s trying to be big but doesn’t know how. No one has ever said that to him before. Not Uncle Vernon. Not Aunt Petunia. Not Dudley.

He presses the belly again.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Harry closes his eyes, hugging the bear close. He presses the button over and over. The tiny voice fills his cupboard. It makes him feel warm inside, like maybe, just maybe, someone really does love him.

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