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DAY THIRTEEN Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
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Day 13 of the HPRecFest part 2
A fic with over 100k words
@hprecfest
Day 13 of the HPRecFest part 1
A fic with over 100k words
@hprecfest
CRINGETOBER: DAY 13
Rule 63 (Genderbend)! Ik I coulda made a whole design for a genderbended character, but I thought Fiona & Cake fit the prompt nicely and I can draw em rlly well (≧▽≦)
Here’s week 2 of this year’s inktober! I’m really happy with the results of these prompts! ☻
Day 13: Teeming Remind me of cyriak’s 7 billion https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKPhjkw3Y84
I'm so laaaaate
Spending most of my free time of my medical retreat drawing. It IS relaxing though.
100 days of productivity
Day 12/100
Week 3 assignment review
Self advocacy training
Day 13/100
Introduction lecture
2 readings
Gotta love Joel's husband and Lizzie's wife!
Inspired off a convo they had about people referring to them as Joel's wife/ Lizzie's Husband and one of them stumbled and said Lizzie's wife or something. I watched that clip forever ago and I don't remember it anymore lol
Day 13- Peachy palette
Pomme worked in hydroponics on the Angel Nest, and on the surface has been struggling to adapt to the old fashioned soil based farms, and trying to make viable crops from wild plants
XIII. Beware
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Draco missed the writing in small script:
Beware to only add .05mml of bauldee extract at a time.
“Fuck,” is barely out of his mouth before the cauldron in front of him blew up.
“Draco?” Potter yelped as the crashing sounds of feet on wood descended towards the temporary lab. He stepped through the door, hair a mess, glasses nearly falling off, and chest heaving with each breath. “Are you okay?”
“I almost died again but it should be fine,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Draco!” Potter yelled once again and started moving forward.
“Stop!” Draco immediately shouted and Potter at once obeyed. “Vanish the potion vestiges, they’re lethal.”
“What the fuck,” he whispered but still complied all the same. “Everything’s good now?”
“It should be.” Draco brought a hand to his forehead—he hadn’t even noticed how sweaty he’d gotten—and continued moving it toward his hair, brushing it softly. When he pulled his hand back, locks of hair came with it.
“Shit.”
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