WIP, beloved Borgin Boy. Just another boring evening at B&B.
I say do you wanna fight meeeee, do you wanna catch these haaaaands
sorry that ask yesterday made me remember this
He is indeed catching these hands. Quite literally.
Cna i see your regular art pretty pls with a lemon drop on top
I'm not sure what exactly do you mean, but then again I am a bit slow sometimes haha.
If you mean the regular stuff for this blog, I'm really sory for posting doodles and shitposts, I swear I'm working on serious art too! (Like Horcruxes, one comic and a Fiendfyre piece). I'm too tired to draw properly lately X)
Or if you mean other art aside from Riddle and HP.. I'm afraid I can't dish out the links. I recently nuked my instagram, and my remaining stuff is horribly old, not at all representing of what I do now. Both my Twitter (I hate that place) and regular art Tumblr are dead. I mostly draw other things either for work or concept for my game. Though one is not showable, and other I just don't post online. Wouldn't want to dump that stuff here in my brainrot space and bother you guys with disconnected topics ๐๐ฟ
Have some Paint Tom for good measure. Thanks for the ask!
Hellooooo I saw u seemed to be doing a few asks, and was wondering if u'd consider drawing a Tom throwing Dumbledore's bowl of lemon drops in his face pretty please๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน
Maybe not that, but a Gentle Persuasion. It's always troublesome when Tom smiles.
Or ride our bike around the hallsโฆ โ๏ธ
Professor Dumbledore beefing with a teenage edgelord since 1938. Thank you for the good ask, Anon.
Do you wanna build a snowman
Freshman Tom ๐ค Thesaurus. Sorry. anon, he's just- Lorem Ipsum.
Spoiler: the devil spawn never gets adopted. Oh the misadventures of small Riddle at Wool's...
Another happy birthday at the orphanage, this time with a kidnapped companion (the bunny lives until Ms Cole tells him to give it back)
Alllll right, for this one I wanted to say a bunch of things that don't fit so neatly in the picture itself. It is a robe Merope was meant to wear on her wedding with Morfin, but, obviously, never did. Before her his grandmother-aunt wore it, and before her many others. It was in awful condition, but Tom restored and redid it for himself meticulously and obsessively. So, he made a horrible sanctuary where he put himself in her clothes, in her heirloom, in her in a way.
Is he marrying his mother? His father? His destiny? He would give a long speech about it, probably, but truthfully he doesn't know himself. He just had to do it, and it had to be perfect.
And it was.
I'm in love with long haired Tom, I'm going to CRY.