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Harry's post-war, post-Voldemort depression shows like Howl's, turning him into a sad, sad green goop <3

A messy sketch about this omegaverse thread that have been haunting me over twitter. Imma copy&paste some of it here, in case you want some context: Tom Riddle Jr was a prince, and an alpha. He had the chance to have any omega he wanted, he just needed to choose. His father presented him with each and every single one of them, and each and every single one of them were rejected. No matter how sweet the scent. Harry, the Potter's son, is a beta. He visited Riddle manor every full moon, to supply the family with new dinnerware, as their young was too used to destroy everything in sight since he came of Age. His ruts were terrible awfuls for everyone, but terrible awfuls that paid well. Harry heard of the constant parade of beautiful omegas that waltzed in and out the manor, and pitied the poor lad or lady that caught the young Lord's eye. He was glad he never had to fear that fate, and he thanked the High Mothers for his lack of scent. With that in mind, he went on with his business, replacing the broken china with gorgeous pieces made by his calloused hands. The knot of his heavy coin pouch was about done and fastened when he heard the heavy steps rushing down the stairs. The laboured breathing echoed the halls, as well as the screams. "Stop! Stop right there!" Harry walked backwards to the door, still quite sure that the voice didn't mean him, for he did nothing out of the ordinary, yet there he was: Tom Riddle Jr, with his wild hair plasted to his sweaty forehead, and his wild eyes, almost blood red. Harry took a step back, and the red in the Lord's eyes turned bloodier. "Stop, I said" he all but growled, like a dangerous animal. Like flesh-hungry demon. "I'm sorry, I don't--" Harry didn't even have the chance to finish his thoughts when everything turned into madness. The Lord pounced, someone screamed, the help rushed into the kitchen to try to stop their Master from ripping Harry's throat out. Cries of 'Master, please! Lord Riddle! Please, stop!' filled Harry's ears. The next thing Harry knew is that he was seated on a plush chair, all patched up and dizzy with a glass of strong smelling spirits in his hand while Lord Thomas Riddle Sr stared at him with a mixture of pity and remorse. "I'm sorry--What?" Harry shook his head and looked at Lord Riddle, mouth agape. "My son," the man repeated stiffly, "he has chosen you." "You must undertand-" "I'm a beta." "You must understand-" "He almost killed me." "If you listened for a-" "No." Lord Riddle Sr pressed his lips and stared at Harry for a long moment. Harry stared back. The bite at his neck looked nice and bloody, so much Lord Riddle had to look away. "You have no option, child. I've been waiting for my son to choose, and even if I tried, my son won't change his mind." Harry stood, ready to fight this madness but he fell on his ass right back, mauled and drained as he was. It was Lord Riddle Sr's turn to stand, his tall figure looming over Harry. "Mating with an Alpha, as a Beta, can be incredibly tasking, even dangerous, as you may have noticed." There was a heavy pause. "You will receive the proper care, all the medicine you will need. All you need to do is... stay alive."

Ugly little sketch to pass some time. Scarcrux watching baby Harry pulling the weeds. He's trying to convince Harry not to do it. Gardening is beneath him (them), but Harry is happy to spend some time out of his cupboard with Scarcrux, under the sun.

Harry bring snakes to his flat after the war, clinging to Parseltongue the same way he clings to the feeling of Voldemort's soul inside him. His scar is healing. Harry should be, too, but he feels like crumbling into dust with Him. The cigarette buds pile up around his cup. The emptiness goes on and on.

If you are interested, please go have a little read · ✶⋆ Maybe I'll flesh some ideas out a little better and post them here  ‪‪❤︎ https://x.com/AlectBeck/status/1931212257607684533

I finished it! ✨💖V won't admit it, but pretendig to be that Diggory boy is a little too fun, and Harry is a little too lovely, too lovable to just give up the ruse. His blindness make him clingy, and V loves it.

I needed to take a break to be able to finish this, but… holy shit, thank you @ wnterdeath for inspiring me to push myself out of my comfort zone. This was SO much fun to draw, and I actually dig them together a lot! I hope you love them just as much as I did!

Same pose, different hotties for my dear @ wnterdeath, since she loves Harry x Bucky/Winter Soldier so so much. Your wish is my command, my dear.

A little gift ✨@wnterdeath 💖

Ah, the scar has become my favorite aprt to draw <3

Am I going to finish this?? Maybe I will, maybe I won't. This was supposed to be a QUICK sketch. Clearly, I don't know how to fucking chill 🙃

After Lord Voldemort got what he chased after for so long, and the Hero fell, what had he left but a hollow chest full of longing and a stone that would not look at him? "My boy, they couldn't quite catch your fire. "

Quick sketchy sketch that I needed to get out of my mind, based on this thread I posted before: "Voldemort won, Harry Potter is on the run, still trying to find a way to destroy Voldemort and the horcruxes. He's been living as a woman with a faulty glamour gone wrong, and a baby in his arms since he tried to remove the horcrux from his forehead."

Am I improving with this "simpler artstyle" thing?? I don't know, but I do know that I missed drawing Harry with long, untamed hair.

"No, babygirl, don't be scared 😩😣 It's just a little amortentia, do it for your rightful husband🥺"

I needed to draw them. It was impossible to resist.

I'm so weak when it comes to my mooties suggestions, I dropped whatever I was doing at the moment and pick up my tablet to draw this RIGHT AWAY.