my cringefail autistic babygirls nine and ten in the style of "doodles i'd do during class back when they passed out actual physical worksheets"
turns out if you set your procreate pencil to 60% opacity on accident, the graphite effect becomes a lot more believable. who knew!
[Image ID: A digital drawing of the busts of the Christopher Eccleston Doctor and the first David Tennant Doctor in profile, facing right and left respectfully. they are offset vertically, and the style mimics that of a traditional graphite pencil on computer paper; the background sports slight texturing to reinforce this. both doctors are wearing their traditional outfits. each has text written next to them, saying 'nine, last of the Time Lords, the one who loved' and 'the one love bore, Time Lord victorious, ten' respectively. / .End ID]
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Solomon: what is that wonderful smell?
Solomon enters the NRC kitchen, where Lilia cooks a pot of....something. It has various foods, black sludge coming out of it, and it looks like something is trying to climb out of the pot. (RIP Silver for enduring Lilia's cooking)
Lilia: hello, stranger! I was making my famous dish for my sons. Do you want to try some?
Solomon: sure. *Takes a bite*. THIS IS DELICIOUS!
Lilia, laughing: at least someone appreciates my cooking! I am somewhat of a chef myself and the students here do not appreciate when I experiment in the kitchen
Solomon: how about I help you? We can feed the whole school!
Later
Trey: That looks like everyone. Did everyone bring their assigned stuff?
Jade, Jamil, Simeon, Barbatos, and Luke: yes/yeah
Trey: good. The kitchen should be open for us to use-
The group opens the door to find Solomon and Lilia cooking together and laughing maniacally. There is a dark cloud over them shaped like a ☠️
Trey:....should we go to Heartslabyul instead?
Jade, Jamil, Simeon, Barbatos, and Luke: yes
Barbatos: I'll teleport us there now before they make us eat that
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>watching a period drama set in an 18th century brothel
>scene of a constable raid on said brothel
>guy comes out of a room naked with a tricorne over his crotch, yells WHO DARES INTERFERE WITH AN ENGLISHMAN’S RIGHT TO GO WHORING
>i scream in delight at seeing arthur kirkland himself depicted so faithfully
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Share your lastest WIP! If you want 👀
which one 🥲😂😭💀 i have a few - will this do?
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“They’re quite odd, aren’t they?”
Abraxas is snickering when he says it. He’s just loud enough to grate - nothing new - but in what should be the quiet sanctity of the library, his tone sufficiently pulls Tom from his reading.
His eyes lock on Abraxas across from him and flick to the ‘they’ in question.
And, of course, it’s the Grangers.
Since entering the magical community, Tom has learned a thing or two about their societal norms. An interesting component being that it is surprisingly challenging to be seen as ‘odd’ here. A wixen can be any number of things: lazy, stupid, poor, muggle - the list goes on, but ‘odd’ is a category used sparingly when directed towards each other. Much unlike the muggles Tom has known and grown his whole life around.
He was always seen as odd by them - freakish - and continues to be whenever he returns to the orphanage for summer. So he doesn’t much care for the word.
Besides, if anything, the Grangers aren't even worth gawking over and snickering about. Their worst can be summed up to anti-socialistic, codependent, and exclusionary behaviours - probably a trauma response from the war. They clearly have no interest in playing house with their dormmates or the rest of the school, so why bother?
They are sitting beneath the second-story stair landing where the elves have managed to shove one last table. It’s one of the more tucked away and private places on this level — a place Tom would not consider and will not consider; he needs to be visible, available — and they’ve claimed it like it’s never belonged to anyone else. Like it was placed there just for them. Their ease of acclimation to Hogwarts as a whole has certainly raised some eyebrows, yet still, he isn’t concerned.
He had also known Hogwarts was his home the moment he had stepped foot in it, after all. He is not so foolish as to believe himself an outlier.
Hermione Granger’s hands are waving wildly, turning in circles and gesturing in a vague sphere-like shape. She’s talking aloud - not that Tom, or anyone else, can hear it - and doesn’t seem to like what she’s saying, given the harsh line between her brows. Ronald Granger is sitting in front of her and starts shaking his head. He says something and reaches across the table to take her wrists — expands them — the sphere becomes an oval.
Harry Granger sits beside them pensive, with his head down and reading carefully from a book in his hands. He starts to turn the page but pauses; he frowns and looks up.
He looks right at Tom.
Granger blinks once, slowly. He mouths something, but it’s not directed towards Tom because his siblings turn to look at him. It only lasts a moment before they suddenly turn around to stare at Tom as well, their eyes wide and alarmed.
Tom watches on as Harry Granger slouches - maybe sighs? He shakes his head and palms his face in something like dismay. It doesn't take a legilimens to read his lips now—
“You are both such idiots.” He says.
The corner of Tom’s lips curl. It’s possibly a smile. He’ll never call it that out loud.
“Very,” he finally replies to Abraxas.
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Since Barbatos is a glitched soul, he doesn't fully "exist" in all realities unlike others and if he dies in one, he will disappear in everyone of them. this is something all "sentient" version of him know though, trying to keep the peace between themselves.
however... that does not mean that it's all chocolate and rainbows. only gods know the number of ruined realities and non-existing places created by one to torture the self, or to keep one from killing himself.
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