#Painter Harry Potter

[blinger301]

Muggle! AU

Pansy:*At a music festival, spots a face painter*: Hmm, Hey Dray~

Draco *Glued to his phone*: Hm?

Pansy: Wanna go paint our faces?

Draco *Looks up*: What? No! I will not have my face ruined.

Pansy *Tugging on his hand*: Oh come on~ It'll be fun

Draco: I will absolutely not- *Sees the face painter* see you upset, let's go.

Pansy *Being dragged by Draco*: Mhm

*After 5 mins of waiting in line*

Harry (Face painter): What would you like?

Draco *Sitting on a stool*: Musical notes

Harry gently takes Draco's chin to steady it before starting. He gradually moves his head from side to side until he is done, all while they are in close proximity of each other.

Harry: Done

Draco pays then they leave.

Draco *Dreamily*: I like face painting

Pansy: Mhm. It looks so cool- What's that?

Draco *Pulling out his phone camera*:...

Pansy*Smirking*: He got skills

A number was written under his chin.

[Inspired by a post I just saw.]

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Barty body is covered with tattoos except his back, he leaves that blank because ever since him and reg were young, regulus would always paint on barty back and barty refuses to take away that canvas from reg and he also enjoys regulus straddling his back.

and regulus loves painting on his back and also seeing his name tattooed on barty lower back.

[the-pia-paradox]

Imagine. Muggle AU. Week long music festival. And Harry's a face painter and Draco wants his face painted and he doesn't even give a fuck about his skin anymore because the painter is hot. And just IMAGINE Harry gently manhandling his face, softly holding his jaw, and their faces are like... SO NEAR!!! And Draco's panicking and dying and swooning inside (but of course he keeps his Malfoy Mask™️). And over the course of the week they start to talk and the rest is history... :)

[cupids-crystals]

Painter!Remus Lupin Mood Board

[radiohead-spiderman]

IT GIRL MARY MACDONALD :D

She’s a painter :)

This is the second drawing in my marauders modern AU

Credit to @ahearttomatchit for the painter Mary suggestion hopefully I did her justice lol

She also does fashion design in her free time canon

BONUS: silly drawing of her

[cicidarkarts]

Blood Defied (Chapter List) WIP

Summary: War-stricken America took everything from her. Fleeing from the horrors, Credence Painter goes to the UK and attends the University of Hogwarts. She catches the attention of Ominis Gaunt, a man feared by his peers due to his lineage. But Ominis is nothing like what people think.

Chapters

Chapter 1 — Protego

Chapter 2 — The Duel

Chapter 3 — Vitriol and Venom

Chapter 4 — Thestrals

Chapter 5 — The Forbidden Forest

Chapter 6 — Legilimency

Chapter 7 — Serpens

Chapter 8 — Slytherin's Scriptorium

Chapter 9 — Panic Attack

Chapter 10 — Mudblood

Chapter 11 — Culmination

Chapter 12 — Reprieve

Chapter 13 — Anne

Chapter 14 — Dragon Attack

Chapter 15 — Coming Soon!

[endlessly-cursed]

hppe23: the lady and the painter

Constance Sutton is a lady from a famous noble house whose beauty is celebrated already at the tender age of 15 and is already engaged and patiently waiting for the fateful day to come.

Primrose Gray is a famed painter who has heard the legends of Lady Constance's beauty and has travelled to Winbournshire to just get a glimpse of her. The moment she accidentally bumps into her, a story of impossible love, where society and love will impose between the girls, one can't simply turn away...

event by @gaygryffindorgal

[i-drew-remus-lupin-again]

this painting finally looks good!!

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt ‘mesmerised’ from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 70

Drarry microfic: portrait

Mesmerised.

It was the only way he could describe how he felt as he looked at the portrait in front of him. The colours were light, cheerful. The shapes were soft and round, yet oh so perfect. Is this how he looked through Draco’s eyes?

He turned to Draco standing next to him, his love for the other man almost overwhelming.

“Thank you,” Harry said softly, squeezing Draco’s paint-covered hand.

Prompt from June 21st

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[fabulous-fic-quotes]

Trelawney passes Lavender a tissue with glassy eyes. “The thing is, sometimes knowing the future doesn’t mean you can change it. I did… the absolute best that I could.”

Lavender dabs at her eyes and tries to ignore the jagged teeth marks on her skin. 

Trelawney places one of her hands on Lavender’s. “What happened to you will never be okay, but with time, you will be okay. You’ll be okay, Lavender.”

This, more than anything she’s ever said before, feels like a true prophecy.

Dripping Fingers - May_May_0_0

[itsnotface24]

Instead of Defense Against the Dark Arts just Defense Against the Arts. Teach me how to take down a painter.

[xdarknight8x]

Development Project 02 Update 10

FINAL UPDATE! Really happy how this has turned out. Today is however submission day, so for now I need to stop here, but I will come back to this! Added a bunch of more decals to the scene, added a new camera angle and added a few more props. Added a screenshot of my Master material and the subsequent material functions, these material functions are used across all my projects. The gigantic one is a triplanar material with distance blend and tiling.

Also added a screenshot of the brick material I made in Substance Designer. Some of the textures were taken from Megascans.

Textures [Online] https://quixel.com/. Available at: <https://quixel.com/megascans/home>

January 17th 2023

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Regulus loves to paint and his favorite canvas is Barty back. He loves to create something beautiful on the back that Barty finds ugly, but he does not. Of course, Barty only lets Regulus ever touch his back.

[droidfuneral]

The goblets are almost ready eheh!

Modeled in Maya and textured in Substance painter!

[im-josh-b]

Job Legacy Challenge Rules:

MUST USE ONLY THE SAME PLOT FOR WHOLE CHALLENGE.(Doesnt mean you cannot change house for each gen),

2.DOESNT MATTER WHAT GENDER THE HEIR ARE,

3.THIS IS A BASE GAME LEGACY CHALLENGE DO NOT NEED ANY PACKS TO COMPLETE,

4.YOU MUST MAX EACH JOB,

5.ONLY ONE CHILD PER GEN (if you have twins triplets etc, you must move them out of your lot and continue with your heir of choice, 6.MUST COMPLETE THE ASPIRATION OF EACH GENERATION. Now Time For The Generations:

Generation 1-Barista! The first gen is the barista career, Your dream is to be the best barista in the sim world Aspiration: Master Mixoligist Traits: Clumsy, Outgoing, Loyal MUST: Max Mixoligy Skill

Generation 2-Criminal (Boss Branch)! Your the child of a master barista but you dont like the goodness and kindness of your family, Unlike your barista parent your not telling people to have a nice day… no no no you are going to be turning to a life of crime an d want most sims to hate you. Aspiration: Public Enemy Traits: Evil, Kleptomaniac, Non committal MUST: Have 3 failed marriges with the fourth being the parent to next gen, Max Mischief Skill.

Generation 3-Buisness (Management)! Unlike your criminal parent you want to be more like your Grandparent and be kind to people, Your a buisness man/woman living your best life working in the office and having many friends. Aspiration: Renaissance Sim Traits: Good, Family Orrientated, Neat MUST:Max Writing Skill

Generation 4-Astronaut (Space Ranger)! In your childhood you dream of flying to space andexploring new worlds and galaxies, Your buisness parent for your birthday when turning into a teen buys you your very own rocket in the garden. Aspiration: The Curartor Traits: Genius, Loces Outdoors, perfectionist MUST: Max your fitness skill, Get married during the night with no guests and exchange vowls under the stars

Generation 5-Style Influencer (Trend Setter)! You wanna be popular in the world, Your gonna be popular but a heartbraker at the same time taking after your criminal ancestor. Aspiration: Friend of the World Traits: Cheerful, Self Assured, Romantic MUST: Break 5 Hearts and Marry The Sixth Have 3 best friends by being Young Adult

Generation 6-Painter (Patron of the Arts)! You love art and want a wall in your house dedicated to your paintings, You want a wedding in a museum. Apiration: Painter Extrodinare Traits: Cheerful, Creative, Art Lover MUST: Max Painting Skill

Generation 7-Freelancer (Artist)! Growing up with a painting obsessed parent you have naturally gained a liking for painting and want to make a buisness out of it, You only start painting when becoming a young adult where your parent finally lets you touch their paint supplies. Aspiration: Painter Extrodinare Traits: Art Lover, Creative, Childish MUST: Your child must not see the paintings you create and dont let them gain a liking for painting.

Generation 8-Writer (Author)! Since you were not allowed to get into painting you get into writing instead, You dream of being a world famous author and making books as big as harry potter. Aspiration: Best Selling Author Traits: Neat, Pefectionist, Bookworm MUST: Have made atleast 10,000 Simoliens of off books in your lifetime

Generation 9-Tech Guru (eSport Gamer)! Unlike any of your ancestors you want to be a world famous gamer and have many who want to become just like you. Your goal in life is to make a living off of playing games. Aspiration: Computer Whiz Traits: Geek, Lazy, Materalistic MUST: Max Gaming Skill

Generation Ten-"Final generation"-Baby Sitter! You love kids and want the best for them in their lives therefore you spend your weekdays spending time with your familky and sacrifice your weekends to help fellow parents have a break from kids, Aspiration: Big Happy Family Traits: Family Oriented, Good, Outgoing

!!!CONGRATS!!! YOU HAVE JUST COMPLETED THE JOB LEGACY CHALLENGE!!! If you want to continue with your save file i recommend going from generation one to generation 10 again but the next ten never knew about the previous 10 that they turn out just like!!! Thank you for completing my Legacy challenge an dhope you enjoyed playing -Josh

[cicidarkarts]

Blood Defied - 14: Dragon Attack

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“Confringo!”

Sebastian's incantation came out as an enraged growl. The fiery curse exploded between the group of goblins. Two went flying; the other two teleported out of the way. The head goblin rushed at Credence with his sword raised. A swipe caught her automatic Protego, flinging his arm back. 

From the other side, she heard Ominis engaging the other two goblins. His wind charm blasted one of the goblins into the rocky cliffs. Despite Anne's pain, she pushed through and cast a strong Bombarda. Sebastian's Descendo took two goblins to the ground at once. One recovered so fast that he was a blur of dark colors. His sword sliced Sebastian, cutting through his jacket.

Sebastian didn't even wince as blood stained his clothes. He fired back with a blazing Incendio. Credence took aim at the head goblin before he could recover and hit him with an Arresto Momentum. Sebastian threw the other goblin into his leader's frozen body.

Ominis easily deflected one of the swords with his perfect Protego. He used the energy to cast a Stunner at the second, who had gotten a bit too close to Anne. Anne hit the first with a frigid Glacius just as he regained his footing from the Protego knockback.

Credence and the others drew closer, their wands at the ready. The goblins were gritting their teeth and breathing heavily.

“Tell me how to heal Anne,” demanded Sebastian. “Or I swear to God—” “Foolish boy. Even if there was a cure, you think I'd tell you?”

Credence's heart sunk. But Sebastian's fury rose. He fired another Confringo at the goblins. They teleported in a puff of smoke, scattering along the beach. Sebastian followed the head goblin and summoned him forward. The goblin muttered the counterspell and dropped to the ground.

Credence cast Levioso on her opponent, watching Ominis and Anne from the corner of her vision. One of their goblin opponents teleported behind Ominis. The other was already taking aim. Ominis wouldn't be able to turn in time. The goblin behind him raised his sword. Credence launched her opponent at him. Both goblins hit the ocean, dropping beneath the waves in a large splash.

The leader reached into his pocket and produced a small, black whistle with a row of ridges down its back. Sebastian took aim as the goblin blew the whistle. The piercing screech that filled the air was stopped short by Sebastian's slicing attack. The goblin staggered upon his feet, huffing and panting. His cold eyes met Sebastian's.

“Good luck. You'll need it.”

With that, four plumes of smoke took the goblins away. 

Anne screamed and howled in excruciating pain. She doubled over, clutching her stomach and chest. Ominis held onto her.

“Anne!” He grabbed her shoulders, but then he gazed skyward, his wide eyes wavering in terror. “Something's coming!”

They paused. Credence listened hard but couldn’t hear anything. Ominis tried to drag Anne to her feet and off the rocks.

“We need to get out of here,” said Sebastian.

The moment he took a step, a thunderous clap assaulted Credence’s ears. Then a vicious roar rumbled through the sky. She faced the noise as a shadow engulfed them. An enormous figure blotted out the sun, its wings outstretched. The beast tore toward them with unparalleled speeds. A stream of fire spewed from its maw.

Sebastian and Credence used their Protego to hold the flames off. Lava-like lashes whipped and flickered along the sides of their shield. The heat burned her dominant hand.

“Get Anne out of here!” screamed Sebastian. He struggled against the wall of fire, heels digging into the ground as the force threatened to shove them down.

The shields were at their limit, searing and thick with magic. Not even Protego Maxima could hold the fire back. But when the monster's feet hit the sand and shook the earth beneath them, its flame stopped. The overwhelming power within their shields burst with mighty Stunners. But each bounced off the scales of the ferocious beast like pebbles.

Before them, a black dragon stood poised for attack. It stretched its serpentine neck toward the sky and roared. There was a collar upon it, thick and black like the goblin armor, radiating a sanguine magic. Anne could barely move. Credence heard Ominis urging her to get up, but all Anne could do was cough and moan in agony.

“Bombarda!” called Sebastian, casting at the collar.

Bombarda exploded but neither the collar nor the dragon flinched. It lurched forward, teeth gnashing, jaws snapping. Credence flourished and cast Glacius to freeze the inside of its mouth. It flinched back, pawing at its face with a gigantic wing. At the same time, it swung its tail like a battering ram.

Sebastian snagged Credence around the back of the neck and took her to the ground. The tail boomed overhead like a gunshot and a rush of air forced them deeper into the sand. The dragon whirled around, sloshing through the water. It stopped, eyes upon Anne as Ominis finally got her to her feet. When it saw Anne, it scrambled toward her, screeching and snarling.

“No!” cried Sebastian. He swiped his wand through the air and cast, “Diffindo!”

Three slashes raced toward the dragon and clawed at its sensitive wing. But it barely slowed down. 

Credence and Ominis cried, “Confringo!”

Ominis’ hit the dragon in the throat and hers hit just under the wing. It was enough to make the dragon recoil and stagger. Sebastian rushed to Anne. He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her toward the valley leading back to town.

The dragon swiped a massive wing at them. Ominis was knocked face-first into the sand with a loud thud. Sebastian shoved Anne out of the way. The wing connected with his torso, sending him flying into the cliff. He gripped the bloody slash mark on his stomach as more blood spewed across his hand. He grit his teeth and failed to swallow down an agonized moan.

Credence tried to use something— anything! But all of her attacks were useless: Confringo, Depulso, even Galinn Glacius did nothing to stop the dragon. It still stared at Anne, bloodlust filling its gaze, set upon her like a rabid beast. Sebastian and Ominis had gotten to their feet. Their spells exploded off the dragon’s scales, doing nothing but infuriating it.

The dragon reared back, gulping down air, preparing to erupt once again. Sebastian stood with his wand raised against the unstoppable beast. Ominis stayed in front of Anne, protecting her as she coughed and sputtered and cried in pain upon the ground. Neither of them were a match for a dragon but both stood strong, ready to face death.

Credence knew there was one thing she hadn't tried yet. One thing that would work, that could save her bleeding and battered friends. Her racing heart slowed as she prepared her transfiguration. She wouldn't let them die, even if that meant they would see her as the monster she is.

In the blink of an eye, her body contorted and twisted—elongating, growing. She hissed at the dragon who halted its attack. The gem on her head flashed, entrancing the beast. She swayed, leading it toward her while her coils tugged her friends together. Her body protected them, pushing against their clothes and skin, Sebastian's blood trickling down her scales. Anne called her name, weak and frail between coughs. Credence nudged them toward the path.

“Run!” she hissed. “Credence…?” said Sebastian, a shock and muteness in his voice like she'd never heard from him.  “Run!” Ominis reiterated. “She wants us to run!”

Just as they made a break for it, the dragon snapped out of its momentary trance. When its eyes locked onto her friends, Credence lunged for its throat. Its long neck slithered out of the way. Needle-like teeth jabbed into the back of her neck. She couldn't hold onto her hissing yelp of pain.

She looked to Ominis and the others, ensuring they were out of the way. Sebastian was dragging Ominis up the valley. Their faces were contorted in fear—pale, clenched teeth, wide and glossy eyes. Fear directed at the dragon, not at her, unlike—

Her mind's eye flashed Anaba's wide, horrified stare; gazing as though she were a great evil prepared to kill in an instant. Those striking hazel eyes filled with terror churned her stomach. But that was not Ominis; not Sebastian nor Anne.

Credence wrapped her coils around the dragon and squeezed as hard as she could. Spines dug into her stomach. With a crack, the beast let her go. She whirled her head around and snagged the dragon's wing in her mouth. Her fangs tore through its hard scales and she forced acrid venom into the limb.

The dragon ripped at her with its back claws, slicing open her flesh. She fell, briefly bashing into the sand before shooting back up. The dragon seemed hellbent on attacking her friends—on going after Anne and the familiar dark magic within her. It staggered up the path, scraping its useless wing along the ground. 

Credence struck at its back but her teeth couldn't penetrate. The dragon's tail whipped her face. She snagged it in her mouth and bit down, injecting more venom. Flames inundated her as the dragon tried to free itself. Her magic-resistant scales shielded her from the intense heat, making it feel like the Wyoming summer sun bore down on her. 

“Credence!” Anaba called, smiling bright in her mind. “You're a muggle-born? That's so awesome, so am I!”

Then another memory assaulted her, filling her ears with a young Anaba's sobs. A white boy stood over her, mocking her for being lowbred, a muggle spawn, a mistake, an Indian.

Credence stepped in even then, as her child voice yelled, “Leave her alone!”

Anaba gave as good as she got, defending Credence against prejudiced attacks. “An eye for an eye,” she’d teased, her brilliant smile gleaming. “We get enough crap in the muggle world, don't you think?”

Credence pinned the dragon to the cliffside with her horns and it thrashed and snapped at them. One solid kick threw Credence into the ocean waters, splashing the salty water up the shoreline, dyeing the sand crimson.

The dragon rushed up the path, carving through dirt and rocks in its clumsy wake, that wing and tail dragging heavy behind. Credence slithered after it, shooting streams of venom at the beast. It didn't slow it down. The venom that lay upon its back couldn't get through those tough, keeled scales.

It was going to reach Feldcroft soon. Credence  darted toward it, charging with speeds that burned her unblinking eyes. She latched onto the dragon's throat. It roared skyward as a coppery flavor seeped into Credence’s mouth. Spells were shot in their direction, hitting the dragon and her as she instinctively coiled around it to squeeze out its life. Fire and ice and lightning seared her flesh. She injected venom into the dragon. It retaliated by whirling its serpentine neck around and clamping down on her chest. Its fangs pierced deep into her sensitive underbelly.

She cried out, releasing the dragon and trying to tear away from the assault. But the dragon had her tight. With half of its body useless, it refused to relinquish its only method of defense. Spells peppered her body in tandem, blasting her underbelly and sending shocks of pain throughout her. 

“Don't hurt her!” Anne's distant voice screamed through terror and tears. “Confringo!” came both of the boys’ attacks.

They hit the dragon in the face, one fiery explosion in each eye. It released her. Blood cascaded down her chest, hot and wet, thick as it spattered the ground. So many punctures leaked down her front. She writhed and her coils unraveled from the dragon's collapsing body. Her muscles gave out. Frigid wind rushed past her head as she fell backwards. She couldn't move, couldn't stop her descent.

She hit a body of water, then a gravely bottom. Pond water streaked skywards. As her animagus form failed her, transfiguring her back to small human Credence, the icy water fell upon her in heavy raindrops. It covered her up to the ears, dulling the sounds of the dragon being subdued by the town.

Through the ice, Credence felt something hot burning her flesh. Her chest and stomach were on fire. A trembling, heavy hand reached for her wounds, dousing her frozen fingers in boiling hot liquid. Her heart was so tired it couldn't react when she saw her pale hand dripping crimson.

She was going to die. Whether it was true or not, her mind resigned her to it. She would die here in this pond. But at least her friends were safe. At least Ominis was safe. Thudding footsteps reached her muffled ears.

“Credence!” called Ominis’ voice. The sound graced her ears and flooded her with ecstasy.

Water sloshed as he ran up to her. He drenched his knees when he knelt beside her. She could barely see his face, blurry eyes struggling to make sense of blonde, peach, and striking blue. She focused on the dark brown beauty marks flecking his face, allowing his bleary features to come into view.

“Credence, oh my God,” he called, voice shaking and body trembling. 

His hand touched her chest, then he ripped it away. As his face came into focus, she saw the color leave his cheeks. Her blood dripped off his hand. His blue eyes were wide in panic. He grabbed her again, lifting her head from the frozen pond.

“Ominis,” she groaned, weak and dull. “I'm so glad you're here.” “Y-you're going to be okay,” he said desperately, quivering and sweating.

She tried to take in all the details of his face. Time stopped for her, allowing her to absorb him—his thick brow, his incredible jawline, his high cheekbones. She counted his beauty marks and admired his pink lips. He was so regal. Credence thought back to his stunning smiles, his quick wit, his gentle touches. She longed to marvel at his kindness and his soft-spoken voice, and treasure him for the rest of her life. She reached up with her leaden, exhausted hand. Her fingers touched his clammy face, hot in comparison to her frozen body.

“You're the most gorgeous man I've ever met,” she said. His hand laid upon hers, fingers grasping her and keeping her close. “Credence. I won't let you die. Please. Please—”

She didn't hear him anymore. His lips kept moving but no sound reached her ears. Everything was so cold. Her vision went black.