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Sunsets ~~~~~ Coloured version of this sketch from 2015 ♥

I love it xD

lbr this scene was literally axel friendzoning himself 

Good question but I think that Lou Binghe has children because he is half-human and heavenly demons can’t reproduce so often like humans? And I believe that humans didn’t know that the blood and cum can heal a lot of poison and diseases. I mean most of the demons don’t like to interact with humans in a friendly way.

Tianlang Jun seem to be out of the ordinary and really liked humans and their culture. I guess that they were very rare at the beginning and mostly they kill each other because they don’t like another from their kind? It would be an explanation.

Can I just say that I want more lore from Scum Villain/Proud immortal demon way’s world? Like especially pertaining to heavenly demons.

Because here’s the thing, this is a porn world, with seemingly a lot of fuck or die tropes, and the only reliable cure for seemingly every poison and disease Luo Binghe comes across is heavenly demon cum or blood or whatever.

They also seem to be known as being incredibly powerful, and incredibly beautiful. Binghe is only a half blood and he’s stronger than every other demon, his father is even stronger than him.

So here’s my fucking question. Where are all the heavenly demons?!? Where are they?!? 

It’s not a fertility thing because Luo Binghe had hundreds of children in canon and they’re not like pandas who just don’t want to mate. Binghe was the protagonist of a stallion novel.

If they’re so powerful how did they all get killed off? Entire armies couldn’t kill Binghe and all the sects put together could only subdue Tianlang Jun and Zhuzhi-lang.

They can’t even be poisoned, like what!?!

But besides that, why aren’t the Heavenly demons a protected race? Yes they’re super powerful and bloodthirsty, but once again they’re blood and cum is also the only cure to a lot of poisons and diseases. That’s a big deal! That’s a huge deal.

Like I get it could be a racism thing, humans don’t like demons and all that, they don’t want to be ruled by some ultra powerful empower, I get that. But to kill them all seems remarkably short sighted. Surely medical professionals argued against this, surely? THEY CAN CURE ANY DISEASE AND POISON. THERE IS A POISON CALLED WITHOUT A CURE THAT CAN BE CURED BY HAVING SEX WITH A HEAVENLY DEMON. HOW DID THEY EXPECT TO DEAL WITH WITHOUT A CURE AFTERWADS!?!

And don’t try to tell me, that they didn’t know. Luo Binghe, in his very young life, found this stuff out like first thing. Everyone has to fucking know about this.

I have so many questions about this universe, airplane I’m coming for your ass.

I need more Salric, so I'm writing

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU)

“You’re wizard Harry.”

Oh, really? Should he be surprised? Maybe. But he knew it since he was one year old. Since the green spell was trying to kill him and his magic threw itself against it. Back then he couldn’t understand what was happening. How could he? He was only one year old. A little child who couldn’t handle all these memories which awoke in that night. Sometimes he couldn’t handle it even now. He was an adult caged in the body and mind of a child. He was a child with the memories, magic and feeling of an adult. He was a freak, not because he could do magic. He was a freak before this life and now even more, because he could remember, because he could use his magic from his old life. He was a freak for this family and he would be a freak to the magical world, too. 

But only if they knew, and he would try to be just Harry and not Godric Gryffindor. At least as long as he could to find out why he was back, why the magic decided to activate now. Hogwarts had called for help and he would find out why and how to help his school. It would be easier if wizards and witches didn’t know who he truly was. 

“You must be wrong. I’m Harry. Just Harry.”

He was a liar. Harry Potter died that night ten years ago. Harry died and Godric awoke.

~~~

It hurt to be at Hogwarts. The magic of the school welcomed him happily, taking him in. It was too much. His magic cores were vibrating inside him, fighting each other. The magic of ‘just Harry’ was weak but stubborn. It grew with age and was more aggressive than his old ‘Godric’ magic core. This one was older, powerful and wild, but also more tamed. It tries to protect him. Magic cores grew with time, a reason why children showed more magic the older they got. This was also important because the magic an adult possesses would be too much for a small body - for the body of a child, for a body who was not fully developed. His old magic core had been sleeping like his memories, but awoke to protect him against the death curse. With that it couldn’t just sleep again. It tried as good as it could to retreat to protect the small body. With his other magic core growing and attacking it fought back.

Now, he was in Hogwarts, and his old magic connected with the school was rising and hurting him. He could feel how he lost more and more of his control and was barely standing. That was the moment when Draco Malfoy came to him. The ‘boy-who-lived’ didn’t want to make enemies, but after insulting of the first boy who was kind to him in this life, he just snapped.

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

Godric wanted to slap himself. He could have been out better words. Words that didn’t reject Malfoy's friendship, but also didn’t approve of his behavior.

But there were no words in his mind except ‘It hurts’.

~~~

When he looked into the mirror, he didn't see himself. Not like he was at the moment. There was no scar, no black short hair, nor wear glasses. His eyes were green, not the emerald green he had now, but a mint green. He was older, had blonde shoulder-length hair and a three days beard. His eyes were not so tired, not so empty and filled with sadness. They sparkled with joy, happiness and life. He was smiling and he was not alone. 

He was surrounded by them. His best friends, his family.

The boy who lived cried as he saw this. At least the first time. He never told Ron, nor anyone else. He knew what the mirror was. The Mirror showed the deepest desire of the person who looked into it. He wasn’t dump and he could read. And most importantly… he didn’t need this mirror to know his deepest desire. But it was nice to see them. It was nice to see himself surrounded by them. It was not true but it helped to forget for a few moments.

When Dumbledore found him, he thought he would see his dead parents: Lily and James Potter. Dumbledore was too convinced of his thinking to think anything else, to ask him what he was seeing in the mirror. It never occurred to him that his student didn't long for people he had no memories of. Why should he? The ones you could remember and lose were the ones you longed for the most.

But he never corrected Dumbledore nor did he say what was truly in his mind when Dumbledore told him: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.".

If he hadn't lived a little of his dreams, Hogwarts wouldn't be standing here, full of life. And he wasn’t dwelling on dreams either.

He just remembered his old life and missed it, regretting that he had given himself a chance at a new life without his friends. But when he cast the spell, created that chance, he thought only of Hogwarts, to protect it. He had never imagined how hard it would be. To be Godric Gryffindor, alone at Hogwarts, without the other founders. To be alive while they were not.

And he was nothing more. Alive but not living. 

He asked what Dumbledore had seen, but got nothing but a lie. Fair enough.

He looked back to the mirror, saw Helga giving Rowena a flower crown, saw Salazar looking at them fondly, then looked at him - not his mirrored old self - and smiled his little smile. It hurts but it was a pain he welcomed. It was only a sign how deeply he missed them.

~~~

Sometimes he wonders what had happened to Hogwarts if he would have been longer alive. Would it have been a difference at all? Maybe for his friends at least. Could he have prevented the tragedy between Rowena and her daughter? He was shocked to see the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw. She was looking a lot like her mother in her adulthood so it was not hard to recognize her, even though he only knew her from her childhood.

After he recognized her he was searching desperately in the library about the history of the other founders. The line of Ravenclaw ended with Helena and Rowena - the last one died shortly after her daughter. Hufflepuff at least did not end that early but it was impossible for him to find out more. At least here in the library of Hogwarts. Slytherin had a daughter - Katharina - but she was never mentioned. But a big lie was written. The book stated that Salazar left Hogwarts after a huge fight between him and Godric. That had to be a mistake. He still could remember how Salazar desperately tried to find a cure for him. How Salazar was sitting next to his bed while he died. Godric had tried to comfort his friend, his secret love. Even now he could feel his heart longed for Slytherin. 

He was maybe only eleven years old, at least in this life but his feelings were older and nce someone was in his heart he would never stop caring, loving. And Salazar was more than a friend even though he never told him. Too afraid how his friend would turn away from him in disgust. Back in his old time it was a sickness to love someone from the same gender. But time changed. There were now people who tried to change the mind of people, who said it was okay to love someone regardless of gender. Godric knew it because Uncle Vernon was so angry that the TV was showing something called ‘Pride Parade’. Even there were people now who were fighting for people like him… He still thought he was sick because of it, he still thought he was a freak because of it. He had a whole life thinking that way and even when Salazar would be still alive, breathing and talking next to him, Godric knew he would never be brave enough to say it. The friendship was more important than to acknowledge his feelings to him. But only Godric was alive. Alive alive and Salazar was dead, not here.

Godric knew his feelings would never change. Ron and Hermione were his friends but they would never be so close to him like the other founders. They only knew Harry, not Godric and they never would. And no one could ever take Salazar's place. He would only love him and no one else. Not back then, not now or in the future.

SO. I’m currently losing my job, thanks to the pandemic and the bunch of scavengers who, sadly, are our government.

I’m gonna need urgent extra money while I come back to the joyful world of job hunting. Yeeeeyy!

➡️ If you’re interested by commissioning me, please fill the form.

so cute!!!!

I wanted to relax today and play games. I ended up drawing these little furr-balls and updating the steampage... And now it's 5 p.m..

GET IT? HE’S EXPERIMENT 626

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