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this set is all about autumn preserves, suggested theme by @mybigfatcat in the pixel art challenge with @bitmapdreams ! my interpretation includes marmalade, blackberry jam & plum jelly (right now its plum & blackberry season so i’m overloaded tbh) i also included seasonal berries & a Canada goose feather because i live between bird reserves & let me tell you, they’re back
Mmm ( ˘ω˘) we have the same taste in jam! I love blackberry!
Decided to make some pixel planets and space stuff. They’re all in my store on Redbubble too!
Here’s how big they actually are. Pixel art is so much fun!
The boy has never had anything nice and the second he gets his hands on some money he tries to buy a fucking solid gold cauldron like started from the bottom now we here I love him so much
Honestly Hagrid saved Harry from so much embarrassment. Can you imagine him turning up to his first potions lesson with a fucking solid gold cauldron??? Like Snape already hated Harry think about what he would have said if Harry just plonked that on his desk
I think he would have said fuck it to his promise to dumbledore and murdered Harry on the spot
AGAIN WITH THE SOLID GOLD POSSESSIONS HARRY. I’m surprised he never replaced his glasses with solid gold ones the boy clearly has a taste for the finer things in life. Or when he had his bones removed by Lockhart in second year, he probably had to stop himself from asking Pomfrey to just fill his arm up with gold instead of bones.
NO WONDER HE CAN SEE THE FUCKIN SNITCH SO WELL HE’S ON THE HUNT FOR GOLD
this is a cat you meet during a magical adventure.
I feel like this cat is about to offer to sell me potions or give me a side-quest :D
You’re a mystic who runs a shop full of mysterious artifacts and potions and you’re sick of uninformed middle-aged suburban moms asking for energy crystals and herbal weight-loss mixtures while throwing around made-up terms.
When a middle-aged woman rolled into my shop and told me she was looking for ichor, I didn’t think much of it at first.
You get all kinds in a shop like mine, and doubly so when you put up the right signs on your door. The signs that let certain kinds of people know they’re welcome, not just the collectors or the curious or the new age mystics, looking for this root or that crystal or wanting to gawk at a jar of old bones, but the less innocuous individuals as well. The kind who mean business when they come looking for their… less run-of-the-mill specialities.
