How is it possible something that used to make me so happy eventually turned into something that makes me depressed as heck til the point not even staying away is enough..
hi sun!!! i just wanna say that your blog is still my favorite and has been for like almost a year now, ever since i found you. ive had to start over multiple times bc i was getting stalked by people i blocked but i still come back to follow you every time ! 🩵
HII omg this is so sweet thank you so much🥺🥺 and im sorry you have to keep making new blogs :(
Working on fleshing out/drawing some more clangen stuff >:3c got a whole cast I'm working on (both present day and ancient sc cats hehe) as well as a whole proper mythos! It's gonna be a whole thing
But in the meantime I might go in and queue up a bunch more of my dnd stuff 😌 gotta bunch more mouse lady art to post hehe
Also if anyone wants to chat dnd or wc stuff 👀 I'm nothing if not a slut for talking about ocs with ppl
Also also-- if you guys like my art I'd really appreciate the reblog! Thanks guys :')
here’s a little description for that one! and a snippet that’s not the best but it’s the only one i could salvage lol
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Harry couldn’t hear anything except the blood rushing through his ears. The screaming that was going on for so long now had been reduced to white noise at this point. The only thing that mattered was keeping his magic under control because he couldn’t lose that. He couldn’t have gone through all the effort he did in the last five years to keep a low profile only to completely lose it now because of some raised tempers but oh, was it hard.
Harry didn’t much care if someone said something about him; he was used to not even being considered human for most of his life. The Dursleys treated him like gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes more often than not and he had always been overlooked, ignored by everyone else (what else could explain the lack of attention given to his home life, his hideously oversized clothes, his taped up glasses, his too-skinny body, and his pale features? He was practically the poster boy for an abused child.). However- and this was something he only discovered after he came to Hogwarts and finally had friends (people who were all and only his)- he was incredibly protective of those he cared for. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to getting things he wanted, or having someone care for him, and it developed into this almost feral possessiveness over them. Perhaps it stemmed from a desperate need to protect his loved ones from being hurt by the world the way he never was. Whatever it was, over the years, he’d discovered this fun fact about himself. He could never stay quiet when someone else was being abused, or treated like crap.
Which is what what was currently happening in front of him. Mrs. Weasley and Sirius had gotten into yet another argument (it was becoming depressingly common these days) but this time, Mrs. Weasley’s words were particularly vitriolic, specifically designed to hurt. And designed to hurt Sirius, who Harry cared for more than anything in this world. His godfather had done so much for him, starting with loving him unconditionally and Harry could never repay him for that, not ever.
So to see him being literally spit on like this was so, so enraging and Harry had never, not in his entire fifteen years had to work so hard to keep his temper under control. Which was really saying something when one considered the kind of situations he’d ended up in over the years. And that was the problem at hand.