Golden Days...

I let Enji top, too, sometimes 😌

MHA fanart by mangaka Takeuchi Ryosuke

18th century embroidery.

Yule ball snippets from chapter 10 of the Futile Facade. Poor Draco :/

200% hollow purple

After rereading “Dancing in the rain”, it hit me that I haven’t posted this sketch on tumblr omg, the sketch that started it all. Rereading this fic after experiencing annoying stuff and stressing out too many time gives me such happy feeling ahhh~ *pets pan and casey*<3333

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get your own print here ❤️

with these hands i can draw whatever i want

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ikeracity!! <33333

——— “You look ridiculous,” Emma says as she sinks down beside him, arranging her robes with an absent flick of her wrist. There’s plenty of room on Charles’ bench on the account of their fellow housemates pointedly refusing to sit near him even if it makes them cramped. “You’re turning yourself into a social pariah.”

“The game started half an hour ago,” Charles says without looking up. His Transfiguration textbook is propped open in his lap, incongruous with the rest of the screaming crowd holding banners and waving snake-shaped windsocks.

“I had to do my hair,” Emma says unconcernedly. “Really, Charles, you don’t even like Quidditch.”

Charles has to wait to respond on the account of Slytherin scoring another goal: around them, their housemates go wild, screaming and cheering as the Chasers do a quick victory loop overhead. “It’s not so bad. Just because my family doesn’t own a team—”

“Two teams, actually,” Emma says with a smirk, “Father bought the Harpies just before last season, remember?”

“Hey Charles!” A blur of crimson heralds Erik’s arrival, and the Slytherin section boos loudly as he comes to a stop hovering overhead. “Oh shut it, you cowardly pit of—”

“Don’t harass the fans, darling,” Charles calls up to him. “You don’t want to get kicked out of the game.”

Erik grins. It’s all teeth. “Anyway, watch this!”

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