#mcoctober

tarot card: the hanged man

Sorry for the late upload today... I lowkey forgot

day 15 - alternate aesthetic

illi (cause i missed the prompt for her) in that one sabrina carpenter dress!!

Day 17 LLTBPT

Guys I miss the tour so much I can’t wait for January

✨️Meet Larissa Shelby✨️

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House: Ravenclaw

Age: 18

From: Small Heath, Birmingham

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Wand: Hazel, 12½", phoenix feather

Patronus: Niffler

Nicknames: Shelby, Dodger, Miri Romni from Silas alone - and from Sebastian alone, Trouble

The Girl from the Smoke

Larissa Shelby arrived at Hogwarts late — the girl with a Birmingham accent, a quick tongue, and scars that don’t show on her skin. The Shelby name trails behind her like smoke, a legacy she never asked for. She built herself out of what was left: wit, grit, and a refusal to bow to anyone.

Who She Is:

Clever. Angry. Unbreakable.

Sarcasm is her armour; intellect her blade. She faces the world like it’s already tried to break her - because it has. Beneath the cynicism is someone desperate for a place to belong, though she’d rather die than admit it aloud. Around Sebastian Sallow, her guard slips just enough for warmth to get through. He calls her Shelby when she’s being impossible - Trouble when she’s stolen his breath.

The Power She Can’t Control:

Ancient Magic coils in her blood, answering to feeling instead of logic. When fear or rage grips her, shadows rise and whisper her name, threatening to drag her back into the darkness she’s spent her life outrunning. But when she heals, it’s different - her magic turns gold and glittering, warm instead of violent, light instead of ruin. It pours from her palms like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, stitching flesh, mending bone, breathing life where pain once lived. For a moment, the shadows fall silent, terrified of the warmth she commands. Every surge reminds her that magic -like love - is dangerous when it’s real.

What Defines Her:

Mind like a blade. Quick, caustic, always thinking three steps ahead.

Fierce loyalty. To her friends, to Twiglet, and to those she dares to trust.

Why She Matters:

Hidden softness. She’ll fight for everyone but herself.

Hatred of her name. Until someone promises to make it mean love instead.

Larissa Shelby isn’t a chosen one - she’s a survivor who turned her pain into power. She’s proof that even the most fractured hearts can still choose light, and that sometimes, the fiercest kind of love grows in the ashes.

#mgoctober Day whatever, witch.

The only way I’m going to learn to draw hands is to draw a lot of hands, so get ready for a lot of art with fucked-up hands featured prominently. This one wouldn’t actually be too bad if not for the middle finger being way too long and thin. I’m also making new fun mistakes like placing the eye in the right place in the sketch and then getting baffled by my own pencils. Speaking of pencils

Doodle at a bar while waiting for food, which is my “inktober” for Naga despite me not actually inking it. She was supposed to be making a scary threatening expression and then the phrase “I didn’t kill my wife” randomly popped into my head so there you go. I didn’t get all the details of this 25 year old movie right off the top of my head, but whatever. 

killjoy comics: Val Velocity!!

dayyy 17: lltbp, i dont have a drawing but i have marianne cookie