i can't begin to tell you


“I don’t give a damn about your powers.
They’re not what made you an agent.

I did.

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#pining #sketches #quidditch

Prompts: @antique-moonglade
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco calmly set about mixing his paints. He’d perfected a particular shade of green only the day prior, and he wanted to get it exact. He had plenty of time to get it right before he needed to begin sketching. Quidditch practice didn’t start for another twenty minutes or so.

He’d set up his canvas quite a distance from the pitch so that the players wouldn’t see him.  Of course, that also meant he couldn’t see them that well either so, as always, he’d brought his binoculars to get the best view of his intended subject - it was a bit of a hassle using them and painting at the same time but it was better than the alternative - being caught.

Not even Pansy knew he was out here. Not for lack of trying of course. She’d even taken to following him in the mornings but Draco was careful. This morning he’d led her on a goose chase around the castle before finally giving her the slip and heading outside.

It was surprisingly warm for so early in the morning, the harsh glares of the sun already in full force. Draco had created a shade for himself - magically stretching out the branches of a nearby tree to shield his pale skin from the sun. But the players wouldn’t be so lucky. He could just imagine the sweat rolling down a particular player’s skin. It would make for a great painting if he could capture it correctly.

The green paint turned out exactly as he wanted it, a perfect replica of its inspiration, Draco thought. He set it aside, eager for the chance to use it later. Since he had time to kill, he figured he may as well get a start on the background, so he began lightly sketching in the lines of the Quidditch pitch and the surrounding stadiums with a thin pencil. He’d just started drawing the hoops at the far side of the pitch when a voice pulled him out of focus.


The second hoop became oblong. He knew that voice.

“Potter,” he greeted automatically, his voice cold - a reflex.  He turned around quickly, his pencil falling into the grass.

Potter was squinting at Draco’s sketch, using his broomstick, firmly planted in the ground, to keep balance as he leaned forward. Despite only heading for a practice he was dressed in his full scarlet Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, complete with a protective chest plate handing loosely from his shoulders, waiting to be strapped on properly. Draco resisted the urge to fix it himself.

“You draw?”

A snarky What’s it you? on Draco’s lips was swallowed when Potter continued without waiting for an answer.

“Just the pitch? Or the players too?”

Panic filled Draco’s body settling itself as a niggling discomfort in his gut. “Just the pitch,” he said quickly, his eagerness to lie making him forget his desire to be contrary. Instead, his voice just came out rushed and squeaky. Lucky there were no witnesses otherwise his tough reputation would have been well and truly demolished, all by a couple of unextraordinary words from Harry Potter.

“Shame,” Potter said, standing up straight and lifting his broom. “Would you consider it? I’ve always wanted to be painted.”

Draco nodded against his will - what? Potter’s confidence was rather disconcerting. It clearly had the power to turn him into a squirming mess as well as a pathetic follower eager to please all at once.

Potter’s face lit up with a surprised smile - he obviously hadn’t expected Draco to be so agreeable - neither had Draco. “In that case, make sure you capture me from the left. It’s my good side.”

“Every side is your bloody good side,” Draco muttered to himself without thinking. Crap. There’s no way Potter hadn’t heard THAT embarrassing revelation. 

But Potter didn’t say anything further. He simply winked at Draco with those devilishly charming eyes (that made Draco’s knees go weak) before mounting his broom and flying off towards the pitch, his shape growing smaller and smaller until he was just a speck in the distance.

As soon as he could wrench his eyes away from Potter, Draco turned his focus to the shade of green paint he had created. He’d have to start again from scratch. It was nowhere close to the real thing.

Now that he had Potter’s blessing, more or less, he had to make everything perfect. After all, Potter would want to see the finished product. And Draco already knew that once he did, Potter would know exactly how Draco felt about him. How could he not when Draco channelled all of his emotions into his paintings? When every stroke of his brush that coloured Potter’s face was a gentle caress? It would be obvious to anyone.

Draco resigned himself to that fact and focused all his energy into the painting. If Potter liked it, Draco might just show him all the other finished canvases locked away in his dormitory too. It was about time someone else saw Draco’s work. And who better than Draco Malfoy’s muse, Harry Potter?

Draco was right of course. Potter returned immediately after practice, flushed and sweaty, expecting results. Draco didn’t have much to show yet - he’d spent most of his time working on mixing the right shades of green. But at the same time, he was almost certainly showing too much. Potter stared at the canvas for far too long.

Draco had started with Potter’s eyes and hadn’t got much further. Sketching over them again and again to get the precise shape, the precise look of concentration as Potter scanned the pitch for the snitch. And then came the colouring. What he had gotten wrong originally was trying to find the one right shade of green for Potter’s eyes, because there wasn’t one. There were a number of shades all swimming amongst each other. Vibrant. Ever changing. Alive. 

Draco thought he’d captured those eyes rather well in the end, but when Potter turned and his real eyes fixed themselves on Draco, all liveliness and wonder, Draco realised he’d never be able to do them justice. Potter’s eyes didn’t belong on paper. But Draco was starting to think, from the way Potter was blushing as he stared, that maybe, just maybe, Potter’s eyes belonged on Draco.

more like this l @queenofthyme

cieratroyart  asked:

The art for this game is SO LOVELY!!! I've been really wondering though, is it all vector art? I know a lot of game assets are vector but I can't tell with Arcana.

Thank you!

Some of the UI assets begin as vectors, but everything is ultimately exported as raster images. The characters and backgrounds are raster from start to finish, and created at 2x the final size needed in-game. For example, here’s Nadia at her original full resolution: 

i have the sudden, overwhelming desire to write a body swap fic where Graves and Newt are on the receiving end of a miscast spell and have to suffer the admittedly hilarious consequences

brandonsgame  asked:

Concept: Lance yelling "That's my girl", whenever Pidge does something awesome. Depending on the situation he kisses her before or after.

Pidge, walking down the wedding aisle

Lance, in awe: ..That’s my girl!

anonymous asked:

Oh, could you please draw more danvid? (If you're feeling up to it?) Maybe Daniel flirting with David and David getting really flustered? (And oh my god, I can't begin to tell you how excited I get when I see your blog name in my notifications!! Your art is so beautiful and well done!! Thank you for sharing it!)


Inktober 2017-04 Shino and Murasame. Belongs to Mairi. 

And we keep up with the Eight Dog Chronicles of Kyokutei Bakin :D Tonight, I present you Shino the first dog warrior of the story and the magical sabre of his dad which can make water appears : Murasame. He is very young at the beginning of the story. His father makes him wear girl’s clothes because he says that educating boys like girls make them stronger as men -w- I wish they explained it further but in my version it’s never deepened U_U

Take care folks :D

Seriously though, thank God it’s Makoto who does the driving.

egyptiandeathgod  asked:

I read asks and stuff about teachers being terrified of teenagers/teaching highschool. Honestly wtf are y'all terrified about. Im barely 20 now but seriously we're not rabid

Uhhh I still get nervous for the first week of school teaching 4th graders, and they’re tiny. My dad has been teaching high school for 26 years and he does, too. Feelings are feelings, even when you’re a pro.

  • ENTP: * On his death bed in hospital*
  • Doctor: It was a cardiovascular attack. It seems that this has been going on for a few years now. He doesn't have long to live... I'm so sorry.
  • INFP: * sobbing* W-why didn't you tell me * sob* about this?! You can't die... You CAN'T. We promised we were * hic * going to be together forever! Didn't we?! You c-can't leave me behind like this! Why would you * sniff* keep this from me? On that windy Summers day of our marriage, I told you I wanted you to tell me everything, good and bad, so we could get through it together, and you wouldn't have to suffer alone anymore! I... just wanted you to be happy!
  • ENTP: B-bae...
  • INFP: Where did this disease even come from to begin with?!
  • ENTP: It's * coughs up blood* ge-Ne-Ti-c...
  • INFP: ...
  • ENTP: ...
  • INFP: ...
  • INFP: H-hello?!
  • INFP:
  • ENTP:
  • ENTP: * flatlines*
  • INFP:
  • INFP:
  • INFP:
  • INFP: You walk into my heart, DIE, leave me wITH A F*CKING PUN-
People Be Like, "Why does Sansa trust Littlefinger?" And I'm like
  • Bitch, where?
  • [S6E5] Sansa, to Littlefinger: Did you know about Ramsey? If you didn't know you're an idiot, if you did you're my enemy.
  • [S605] Sansa, also to LF: You said you would protect me...I don't believe you anymore, I don't need you anymore! You can't protect me! You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down.
  • [S6E10] Sansa, after he brought the Knights of the Vale to save the Stark forces: Only a fool would trust Littlefinger.
  • [Also S6E10] Sansa on LF's dream of sitting on the Iron Throne with her by his side: It's a pretty picture. *stops him from kissing her and walks away*
  • [S0701] Sansa on why LF is even in Winterfell to begin with: We need his men, without the Vale Ramsay Bolton would still hold this castle...[Brienne: He wants something] I know exactly what he wants.
  • [S7E01 -S7E05] Sansa: *snarks at and generally rejects LF every time they share a scene*
  • [S07E04] Sansa: *is immediately suspicious upon hearing that LF gave Bran the dagger*
  • [S07E06] Sansa: *immediately demands to know where Arya got her old letter from*
  • [S07E06] Sansa: *speaks to LF cordially and of her own volition for the first time in two seasons. He suggests using Brienne against Arya. Sansa sends Brienne away at the earliest possible convenience*
  • (*unless D&D have lost whatever storytelling ability they ever had)

anonymous asked:

Hey sorry for bothering you; do you have a "previously answered" page on your blog? I can't see one if you do so sorry :/ My meta question is what do you think about ep. 4 when Yuuri tells Victor he doesn't want to be his boyfriend, but they're obviously getting much comfier with each other and he's now fine with being close to Viktor and small affections (Victor leaning am arm on him)? Sorry if you covered this already!

Keep in mind that a lot of time passes in Episode 4.

Like. A LOT.

When Yuuri tells Victor he doesn’t want him to be his boyfriend, that was at the very beginning of their friendship. Their wardrobe implies this happened in the springtime.

Also, the clouds in the background are moving in opposite directions. A changing of seasons, if you will. I think that’s symbolic of their relationship.

We then see time go by with Victor and Yuuri slowly growing closer. They put together the entire Free Skate performance in this episode - music, theme, choreography. That doesn’t happen in a day.

Little by little, you see Yuuri getting more comfortable with Victor. I believe the screencap above in particular shows Yuuri falling in love.

By the time we get to the Grand Prix assignment announcement scene, their clothing implies the weather outside is warmer. Last year’s GP assignment announcement took place at the end of June (source). Summertime.

So months have gone by between “I don’t want you to be my boyfriend” and the scene above.

Episode 4 is a slow burn. But it’s a blink-and-you-miss-it slow burn.


anonymous asked:

oh ok thanks for answering so fast :) even it's fake that's still nice for my namjin imagination lol can you tell me what was written after daddy please... i can't read it :( Oh by the way what do you think about namjin since the beginning of 2017?, do you also feel that they interact less compared to their early debut where they looked so close to me, always standing next to each other, rapmon always touching jin hand when talking etc... i'm a bit sad, do you also feel it or is it just me?

I think it says “bby sin” - which ??? I have no idea what that means.

Beginning of 2017? We’re only 3 months in so I dont think we can make a general statement and say that “ there werent much namjin moments this year”. But I feel like, with the whole Wings comeback last year, NamJin has just been everywhere and more in your face then it has ever before- 

Exhibit A - when Namjoon and Jin had no chill and were openly flirting at a fan-signing 

Exhibit B - when they gave us this christmas gift and defined the word married

Exhibit C - when they actually got married in Japan and did a whole photoshoot on it

Exhibit D - when they couldnt contain their joy at winning at the AAAs

(lol im Yoongi in the back admiring them)

Exhibit D  - when Jin had some words of encouragement (?? sure) for Namjoon and vkook were all of us

Exhibit E - when they ended all ships with this one v live

And lets not forget:

And when it comes to holding hands and standing next to each other, well…

So anon dont be sad! Namjin is here and to me, 2016 was THEIR YEAR and fingers crossed that 2017 will be too!