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“Red Raven, what is it that you wish for? Be wary of your own wings, and where they bring you to. White raven, what is it that you are searching for? To pay the price, for yourself or the others? Whoever burns your wings, shall burn in your dying flame, and drown in the last drops of blood.”
Ch 19 -- Tea party under the branches
Oh jeez its been months!!!
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momochi-owo · 1 year
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Not necessarily building my vocabulary, but more so including his speech pattern into mine, the most common example:
My mom: Are you writing your story again?
Me, slowly looking up from my severitus fanfic without stopping to type, raising an eyebrow: “Obviously”
Non-native English speaking Snovers:
What are some English vocabularies you built after joining in Snapedom 💀
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momochi-owo · 1 year
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"Could one really be blamed for tardiness if they were given a different time and destination in their invitation?"
Everyone except Snape and Harry points their wands at the voice behind Dumbledore, whose face drops into a deep frown. Lord Prince, alongside two cloaked and hooded personnel, stands unperturbed on the office's balcony, the repaired halo-like rose window behind him. For a moment, the scorching light of the midday sun bleached the walls through multi-coloured glass panes, stretching the shadows into stark long stripes, overshadowing half of the long table. The Lord's posture is that of grace and confidence, though lacking the arrogance that Harry tends to link with, his eyes gleaming with an otherwordly glow, similar to what he demonstrated in the infirmary. The serene expression reflects his keen perception from experience with a peculiar youthfulness.
Ch 18 Orphans
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momochi-owo · 1 year
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"Constant light and constant darkness, you are split into two, but thy reflections never lie, brightness that shines upon, and the darkness that surrounds. Insidiously, gracefully." --Cantus Argenteum-- Ch 17 What he knows, what they don’t
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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“ “Malfoys aren’t to be refuted, as they are always right.” is something grandfather taught father, then to Draco himself.
But for once, it is good to be proven wrong.” Ch 16  Malfoys, refuted Before you kill me, lemme explain myself. This chapter is initially posted on 4th of September. However, I’ve only finished and updated the chapter art today. Why is that, you may ask with a torch in your hand? In mid-September I flew for 13 hours to the UK and officially started Uni as an Illustration Animation student (yay!), but it almost means the whole month was about induction workshops and a lot of homework. Hence my uploading schedule is in shambles. After grappling with my new workflow, I now have better time management, which means the next update will hopefully be around 14-18th, as I have forcing myself to type at least 1000 words a day. Thank you very much for your kind consideration,  and please don't kill me I will update my fic I swear :’)
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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John fishes out the two apples, showing the other boy, “D’ya wan’ an apple?” The boy stares at him in a long silence, then shows his palm up, “Sure. Where did you get them?” John puts the apple firmly onto the other boy’s hand noting he can in fact cross the barrier, “Dunno, maybe I stole em.” The boy’s lips briefly quirk up, before returning to his impassive expression. They continue to eat in silence.
“So… what’s yaw name?"
The boy looks up from his meal, his eyes are red like the glimmering skin of the fruit, and answers. Ch 15 A beginning of something
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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“A flare of light, glowing apparitions comes forth behind the man, hands outreached to the crowd witnessing. …Two brighter figures are standing behind Lord Prince, a man in garments that of Middle-east origins, and a woman with a gold crown and long robes, her hand holding a bundle of plants.  …when he looks down, a small, glowing and blurry apparition standing close next to him, his small hands in holding onto harry's larger one. The same boy from those dreams.”
Ch 14 The Sacred Twenty-Ninth
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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Ch 13 The Prince, The Treacherous, and The Unwanted (special 10k hit comic)
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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“Gazing straight into every soul of those who are present in the room at once, he smiles serenely, then simply gestured with a movement at his chin.
“He is Severus, correct?” ”
Ch 12 No longer human
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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“And when the tip of the sun finally breaks upon the horizon, harsh lines of sunlight come through the window above the bed, covering the man’s face. 
She let her tears fall, head touching the man’s still chest, and wails.”
Ch 11  Sunrise
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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Albedo | Kreideprinz in the style of art noveau :)
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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“Poppy, calm down. What’s wrong?” McGonagall asks again, holding the nurse up. “No time.” Madame Pomfrey’s legs are trembling by now, “Just come with me.”“What—” “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO, I DON’T CARE WHAT ALBUS SAID! JUST COME THROUGH AND BY MERLIN HELP ME KEEP THAT DAMNED MAN AWAKE!”
Ch 10  Waited, Awaits, Waiting
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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Hexing Severus and lesson plans can wait, but for now, she only wishes to rest, and perhaps another dream, back into the cottage in Hogsmeade, sharing a pint of scotch with Elphin in front of the hearth in the middle of a snowy night.
Ch 9 — Scotch and Tabby
A re upload of the chapter, here’s the illustration! I suck at drawing cats, or animals in general :’) or everything in general 
Thank you to @pixiesandstarlight​, @professorss19​ and @mmad-lover​, for all the inspiration these greater beings bestowed upon us m(._.)m
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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@zutaramonth day 4: Southern Water tribe Zuko
Thought about a scenario where he has to participate a tribal hunting event? (Diplomatic/marriage idk) I guess most people weren’t expecting he can use weapons (or more than one weapon) :D
I had a quick look at Inuit clothes, but to satisfy my odd desire to mix and match clothing I come up with this outfit, tell me what you think :p.
Also this drawing is incredibly rushed, I apologise, but im still quite busy with course work, so I’m only drawing every two days. Again sorry for the quality.
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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Katara's crown looks unique! What inspired you to make that?
Had a look through the canon comics (mainly the couple panels in Ursa’s wedding) :D
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Mostly I just thought about how to put the shape of the moon and fire together, unlike canon, the flame’s end flicks towards the left so I can show part of the crescent.
The city wall part is a bit random, I came up with that when looking at water tribe architecture. While I’m not sure what state Southern WT is in when they’re married etc, figured they’d have rebuild their defence system. So the city wall kind symbolise “guarding” or “look over”, kinda like how their marriage is a type of union while she looks over both nations.
Or to put it simply, the silver ornament might look too plain with nothing on it :P
Hope that answers it!
Original post for @zutaramonth https://momochi-owo.tumblr.com/post/680310586084589568/zutaramonth-day-1-fire-lady-katara-thank-god-i
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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@zutaramonth day 1: Fire lady Katara
Thank god I started this a day early, my first somewhat successful attempt in semi realism.
I saved the speed paint clip, if you guys are interested I’ll post that as well :)
Hope you like it! :D
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momochi-owo · 2 years
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Draco flips it over, and is greeted by a family photo they took when he was three years old, charmed to stick on the loosened piece of parchment, his younger self in a white suit with leather straps at the sides along with shiny black boots, sitting on his mother’s lap and smiling at the camera, occasionally back to the woman.
Ch 8 — No promises
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