#draco is struggling

[mzuul]

commission!

[caspervi]

Made a few drarry doodles, maybe I’ll finish the domestic ones I love the gayness

[blorger]

Draco fumed. He was abundantly familiar with the burn of jealousy, but this was on a whole new level. It was supposed to be him, damn it. This was supposed to be his. Potter was supposed to be his. What did he see in this shaggy, disloyal, envious weasel? Granger had a brain, at least. But Weasley? How could Weasley possibly stand higher in Potter’s esteem than Draco? Draco wasn’t only smarter, richer and better-looking; he had also single-handedly brought Potter this triumph and likely saved his sorry life. But was he going to get a hug for it? Noooo. The best he was ever going to get from Potter was see you around, Malfoy. Because, that was foul, Malfoy. Weasley could ignore him for two months, leaving him at the mercy of bloody dragons, and be forgiven without so much as a blink, but not Draco. Never Draco. Gods, how he wanted to smack Potter in the teeth right now! Why, oh, why hadn’t he done it yesterday, when he’d had the chance? He could smack himself for being so stupid. And Weasley? He’d roll Weasley around in broken glass. Naked. Death by a thousand cuts for the filthy blood traitor!

from The Bubo by @smehur

[rewritingcanon]

one two… snip snip’s coming for you… ✂️

ty @cursedwithwords dearest for tagging me (ages ago, sorry for taking so long) & giving me an excuse to soft launch my wip which technically i started working on writing it feb 11th 2024 so its past its first anniversary (and probs wont see the light of day for another three years so consider this the softest launch ever). the only fic im uploading rn is days after death and literally none of the new chapter feels snippable so have scorbus wip 😭✂️

It’s not the scene itself so much as the reason he knows he’s stuck. Why his father had called him down from the perch in his room– a place he would lock himself up for hours on end until he was fetched for dinner (the happiest prisoner the Manor had known to date). 

‘Why don’t you want to free yourself?’ Draco had never asked. Scorpius, knew, though, that it was the same as saying ‘The weather is nice’ or ‘What did you want to eat tonight?’ 

‘Why don’t you want to leave?’

‘I do,’ Scorpius used to dream of saying. It was true, he did. But it was selfish of him to say when his dad had no one else. When his mother had sacrificed so much for them. Draco and Scorpius. It was destined to be just the two of them.

And what was the point in voicing it anyway? It would never be a reality for Scorpius. Leaving the nest and going to Beauxbatons had proved that. He was an ugly, misshapen butterfly wanting to curl back into his broken cocoon because at least it would be a torture he was familiar with. 

But it was easy to entrench himself in his problems more than it was to look too closely at what his dad had to sacrifice. It was less painful.

More than sometimes, these pattern of events would unfold: a younger Scorpius would have a burning question hot on his tongue, an older Scorpius would piece together a sentence like picking up shards of glass, and Draco would stand there, looking somewhere behind him, or through him, for a few moments. Those moments used to stretch on timelessly, those moments where Scorpius would try to chase where his dad’s mind used to go. He could never catch up, and he hadn’t been privy to it. 

Maybe that was why it felt so cruel– to be called only to endlessly chase something he’d never find. 

But, sometimes, Scorpius felt like he had an inkling. A hint of the truth. It was always just as damningly terrible as he suspected it to be.

Through these little, terrible pauses, it always felt like his dad was responding to the questions he’d never asked Scorpius. With answers that were just as traitorous.

‘I’ve always wished to be free of this too. Even of you.’

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

headcanon that scorpius was a sick child and was in and out of hospital constantly, perhaps related to astoria's blood curse but not directly. his immune system isnt very strong, and everytime he gets sick they're terrified that it's the blood curse but also whatever else it could be, because it's always so sudden and so intense and they call healers over to the house who recommend this delirious feverish 4 year old is hospitalised immediately, and you'd think it'd get easier to some extent because they'd be used to it, but everytime they feel like this is it, this is the time he'll walk in to the hospital and not walk out again

[moonriverfox]

An excerpt from The One Who Sows:

��I’m proud of you, you know. For—” She catches herself before saying something too politically phrased. He's always hated sounding calculated or false. And as she’s learning, he also despises being a pawn on someone else's board. “For what?” he asks, his eyes bracing for the chance to dramatically roll. She moves her hand up to his cheek. “For being strong,” she says, her voice thickening with emotion. “You’re growing up, and while I’ve always been proud of you, you’re giving me more and more reasons to be.” “How have I been strong?” he sneers, clinging to the instinct to spar—but the usual sharpness isn’t there. His eyes gleam instead, cups filled to the brim, threatening to spill. “I’m not leading anyone anymore, Mother. Except when I’m their mule, casting until I collapse. I’m expendable. Some probably wish I were dead.” When she pulls him into a hug, he doesn’t resist. He comes willingly, but his arms wrap around her loosely. He isn’t sure he should accept her comfort. “Oh, darling,” Narcissa murmurs, holding him tight. “It takes far more strength to set aside your pride. To wait patiently for the right moment. To try something new—even something you’re not sure you’ll be good at. And to keep trying when you fail.” She leans back to meet his eyes. “That’s the kind of strength neither your father nor I modelled particularly well. But I’m glad you’ve developed it anyway.” He hugs her back in earnest, and when he says, “Thank you,” his voice is small and wet. For the first time in far too long, she might have done something right.

[pyaari-naari]

Lagta hai dementors ne kiss kar diya hai mujhe chupke se.

Saari khushiyan hi gayab ho gayi. ☹️

[cl0wnstuff]

WHY THE FUCK DRACO IS SO COMPLICATED TO DRAW

[allaboutlov3]

As some of you might know, I’m currently writing a little something. But I just realized that I don’t speak french. Shocking, I know. But I just wanted Regulus to say something in french and I can’t do it. And using a translator just feels…wrong? Ughhh annoying. But I really can’t start learning french just to write a few sentences in my fanfics, can I? It’s crazy. I feel crazy. Is it, tho?

[bitkahuna]

Really truly and honestly …

Not me being 20+ chapters into a Harry Potter rewrite fanfic where he discovers he’s part siren AND I FORGET THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM CAN SEE INTO THE FUCKING LAKE

This is why I don’t start posting until I’m at least halfway through, or, in the case of my LOTR fanfic, I THOUGHT I was halfway through.

Also, lookin like this “rewrite” is gonna extend well beyond Hogwarts. So fuck me and all my free time I guess 👍 but it’s hard cause I wanna start posting it NOW lmao. I’m really bad with beginnings and the first five chapters are just kinda rushed to try and get the establishing premise out of the way so that I can totally annihilate the canon.

And excuse the fuck outta me, but I’ve written 20 chapters, totaling almost 85k words, AND I’M STILL NOT AT THE YULE FUCKING BALL.

Like, I’m fr fr out here bullshitting content evidently. Unfortunately, I have, in 20 chapters, made Draco a jealous prick and Harry a smooth motherfucker. So we’re gonna see how this turns out I guess

edit: oops, fic dropped

[sp1derc1der]

I finished Dragon!Zinnia’s design (note: colours might change)

[ravensincowboyhats]

Xeno’s initials are X.L.

for that extra large schlonggggg

[dracomalfoy--official]

just wasted an hour of my precious life arguing with the Weasel about quidditch. im quite sure that my IQ just dropped several points.

send help

(and maybe a firewiskey or two)

[catchinghammers]

fate grand order is such an odd game

[innocent people blocked from further societal development by sci-fi bullshit]

Protagonist: “Our existence is a zero-sum game. Die. Nothing personal.”

[the mythical incarnation of all bloodthirsty, oppressive empires across history including Babylon, Rome and The United States]

Protagonist: “Yeah sure you can be my waifu. Surely you’ve got that megalomania out of your system by now.”

[kissmypoets-hp]

my dog making an appearance… i have started doodling the rest of the hp ensemble cast in my free time… this is how u know the hyperfixation is SERIOUS

[drakey-wakey]

any adhd folks have any advice on getting started with your days? i have a tendency to suffer from rotting in bed syndrome and it can take hours to get my Get Up Engine started and it can be frustrating as all of my daytime is spent on laying in bed not having the motivation to get up