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Commission for @its-the-allure, thank you! ⚡🍏

Inspired by The Most Splendid Thing by @lqtraintracks

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early mornings… or something idk

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man, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for the friends I made through this blog/in the HP fandom. I really, really wouldn't. I moved into other fandoms after everything with Rowling, but it still makes my day brighter every time I see something from an old friend I made here (i.e. yesterday saw @tsundanire on the masterlist for Fandom Trumps Hate and grinned like an idiot for five min).

love you guys. Thanks for giving me the chance to know you. 🩵💙

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Draw Drarry Badly Challenge

The Draw Drarry Badly Challenge returns on January 20! The DDBC is the Drarry fandom’s uniquely goofy, chaotically inclusive art fest inviting every fandom member to draw our boys badly. Authors, readers, reccers, and artists are all warmly bidden to make fabulously imperfect art, because the joy of making fanart is for everybody! Make it fluffy, make it smutty, but above all make it fast and silly! The Rules: Draw a piece of Drarry art. Draw it as badly as possible. Post it and tag anyone you like!

The first DDBC was thrown by @l0vegl0wsinthedark in 2018. With her blessing, I’ve hosted it every second year since. If this is your first DDBC, please do jump in! Many of the pillars of the fandom have made something exuberantly inelegant for the DDBC. Use fingerpaint. Use food. Draw in the dirt with a stick. All art is welcome and everything can be art! Have a look through past years' wonderful submissions under the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge tag. The bar is high!...er, low. The bar is very, very low! This year’s DDBC will be from January 20 - 31. There will be another post to officially open the fest. I look forward to seeing everyone's Bad Drarry Art! 🙌

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Genderbent soulmates AU? Possibly Draco and Harry please and thanks. ❤

Thank you for the ask! I’m not comfortable writing genderbent, it’s really not my thing. I took the rest of the request tho! Hope you like it! And all the thanks to the amazing @dapperdrarry for the quick beta!!

They called him a freak for a lot of reasons: his skin, his scar, his lack of a red string, the strange happenings that followed him. Harry agreed with them. He was strange.

When he had been young he’d hated being strange. Many a night were spent sitting up in the dark, wishing and wishing with all his heart that he could be white and unblemished and normal. The idea that there was no one in the world tied to him, guaranteed to love him, was terrifying and heartbreaking.

The pain of lacking a soulmate never lessened, but Harry came to cherish the other bits of his oddness. His body was his, and him, and he loved it, even if no one else would. Strange happenings and magic were rather synonymous, and even as he uncovered the horrors magic could create, he held it close to his heart.

Harry had himself, and he had magic. Most of the time, he had friends who stood by him and cared about him as well. Maybe he’d never stop wanting a soulmate—by the time he was fourteen, though, he’d stopped seeing an image of himself in a mirror with a red string tied to his pinky every time he slept.

On the second of May, nineteen ninety-seven, he walked to meet his death and felt glad, for the first time in his life, that there was no red string tying him to someone else. His death wouldn’t cause a soulmate pain. Untied, unattached, he could leave this world with an unburdened conscience.

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The first sensation he was aware of was breath filling his lungs. The cool air stung his insides as it was pulled in and pushed out. Slowly, his hands and arms and legs and aching head and ribs prickled into his awareness, and Harry realized that he was alive.

Had he made the right decision? By the time Hagrid had picked him up Harry came to the decision that he had. He would finish Voldemort, and he would live a life worth coming back for.

Voldemort laid dead a few meters away. The distance was at once short, and an endless abyss. It was over. Harry had prevailed. Hope had won.

This was the moment that he looked down to marvel at the Elder Wand in his hand and saw a splash of red as well. Blood, his mind supplied, but no—

A string was neatly tied to Harry’s pinky finger.

“Harry?” He spun around and stared at Hermione for a moment before dropping his gaze back to his finger. When he looked back to her a moment later he saw the realization on her face.

“They’re here,” he said. His voice was rough but passionate. The tug on the string was sharp, seeming to pull at his magic, begging him to follow it.

“Go,” she whispered. “You’ve earned this. Merlin, Harry…”

He took off running, letting both wands fall to the ground. Harry only had eyes for the string, leading ahead of him and guiding his way.

People would begin to call out to him as he passed them, but then stop and gasp when they saw the string. The marvellous string, famously missing from the Boy Who Lived—but present, now, on the Boy Who Lived Twice.

Cheers broke out, and the exhausted survivors crowded after him in excitement. They’d won, and this seemed a symbol of it. Happiness had been won.

Harry wound his way through the rubble up into the castle. Mrs. Weasley, Professor McGonagall, Seamus and Dean, Kingsley Shacklebolt, a hundred others made way for him as they understood what was happening.

The string suddenly rose off the ground, pulled perfectly taught, and Harry looked up. His gaze met wide, shocked silver eyes. Draco Malfoy was looking back at him, sitting on the base of a destroyed statue, sandwiched between his parents.

Malfoy glanced down at the string tied to his own finger, and then down the length of it to Harry’s, and back. He stood up hesitantly, taking slow, tentative steps forward.

“Potter?”

For several long moments that stretched into eternity, Harry despaired. How could he be tied to Malfoy? They were supposed to stand by each other when no one else would? To care and love and cherish?

But then, he knew, as surely as he knew his name, that that was exactly what they were going to do.

“Draco.”

Something new, and different, and fresh as hope sparkled in Draco’s eyes. He reached Harry and stood just before him, moving his untied hand to lay it flat against Harry’s chest.

“Harry,” he whispered. It sounded like a promise.

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“Crystal Visions” for HD Wireless 2022 by julcheninred and @m4g0rtz For @ladderofyears‘s prompt Dreams by Fleetwood Mac: Draco is a private investigator of dreams and Harry is his client. Before Voldemort could create Horcruxes, Tom Riddle had to practice murder. Although Voldemort often alluded to his earliest victims, they have never been found nor identified. Many years after the end of the war, Harry has begun dreaming of strangers pleading for help. Haunted and desperate, he consults Draco, a dream investigator. Together they have started to match the people in Harry’s dreams to reports of missing persons from Riddle’s time, with hope of bringing a measure of peace and justice to the last unknown casualties of Voldemort’s rise. Title from the lyric, “Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions” (even though Draco’s scrying tool of choice here is a Pensieve). Made from paper, ink, and embroidery With a million thanks to @writcraft for contributing the map we cut up in the name of art! 💜💜💜

In detail on AO3

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3x The Love ❤️

Just finished reading the fic Licurici by Louisfake and I had to draw these 3 all tangled together.

I love how much love there is here.

And I know Tumblr wouldn’t let me get away with posting the original version I made on here, so I put the pants less version on AO3. I like them both 💕.

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gadgets

/insta: kedroboiz/

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Soon after joining Tumblr in 2017, I saw a popular creator talk about their extreme shyness. The image that formed in my head was of a lot of excellent but very shy people all standing on the sidewalk outside a cafe, gazing longingly through the windows, each feeling alone and wishing they were cool enough to be inside, but the cafe is actually empty and everyone is unknowingly standing out on the sidewalk together. I mention this because I was absolutely shattered this past week by an especially awful bout of insecurity, and I felt myself out on the cafe sidewalk all alone. A moment of shyness magnified itself into dead certainty that the whole fandom was sick of my name, my icon, my presence in their notifications. There was no reason for it at all, but knowing that it was irrational was no comfort. The feeling lasted for days. Since I joined Drarry fandom four years ago, self-doubt has frequently kept me from interacting with people I wanted to know better. Even on the best of days, I can overthink the number of exclamation points I use in a brief email; on bad days I’m unable to write a simple happy birthday message, to compose a short comment on art or fic I really loved, or to chat amiably with someone who messages me. I’ve struggled with social interaction my whole life. Always, the essential, overarching question: Am I doing this right? Or am I being weird and offputting? Is everybody secretly annoyed or discomfited when I show up? This nice person who messaged me, are they regretting that they did that? I should end the conversation as a kindness so they can get back to something worth doing. If I’m contending with these terrible thoughts, I bet someone else here is as well, but we’ll never know we’re not the only ones who struggle if nobody ever unmasks and fesses up. So hey, y’all, these are my brain weasels. If you have a few like them yourself, you’re not the only one out here on the sidewalk. ❤️🌹❤️

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GUYS @dracogotgame @l0vegl0wsinthedark

I was just scrollin on Pinterest and cracked up at that post, went to scroll on but got the distinct feeling I've seen that post before, and it's Y'ALL

you are Pinterest famous

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With the drop of the new Fantastic Beasts trailer, let's take a moment to remember that JKR:

1. is unequivocally a TERF + openly supports and allies herself with other TERFs

2. uses her massive wealth and platform to fight against trans rights, such that an anti-trans republican senator has cited her controversial essay to block voting on the Equality Act , and

3. has retained so much control over the HP franchise that giving her money (through movie tickets, book sales, official merch, etc) actively enables and contributes to the platform she uses to target vulnerable people

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IT'S @julcheninred 's birthday tomorrow everybody please wish her okay?! 🎉🥳✨💓✌🏻❤️🎂

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written for @hp-fearfest day twenty eight: contagion | T | No Warnings Apply | thank you to @corvuscrowned for the beta

It started slowly — children who should be showing uncontrollable magic simply didn’t. That year’s Hogwarts class was unprecedentedly small. No one could explain it, families with powerful generational magic suddenly producing squibs. It spread to the adults later, complicated spellwork suddenly out of reach to those who used to cast without thinking about it. Every morning when he woke, he cast a Patronus, just to be sure he still could. His husband’s had stopped appearing weeks ago, and his own seemed to fade with every passing day. The morning his didn’t appear, the lights at the Ministry cut out too.

cori's fearfest🎃

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Eighth year Draco is quiet and distant and though everyone showed up ready to pay him back in kind for years 1-6, they notice the scars peeking out from under his robes pretty quick and decide it's probably fine to just call it even.

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Fanfic Classics, batch 3 (Drarry, spooky edition)

More Serious Literary Work Book Covers I made to prettify my Kindle collection, with a spooky theme. Eerie atmospheres! Ghosts, witches & vampires! Creepy sounds in the night!

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74

Changeling by Obscurus343 (@the-crooked-library)

Shock, Shock, Horror, Horror by @maesterchill and @timothysboxers

Catch Me Before You Fall by @lqtraintracks

In Our Blood by @secretsalex-blog

Saltwater Stain by @thestarryknight

The Unquiet Grave by @magpiefngrl

Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires by @shiftylinguini

You See Through My Disguise by @aibidil

Sex in Trees for Beginners by @phd-mama

Part 1, 2, explanation of what I mean by "classics." Art credits below!

In order:

"Crow on a branch" by Ohara Koson, 1910

"Twilight. A Castle" by Isaac Levitan, 1898

"Electric lamp" by Natalia Goncharova, 1913

"Suprematism with Eight Red Rectangles" by Kazimir Malevich, 1915

"Haunted House" by Thomas Moran, 1858

"Storm at Sea on a Moonlit Night" by Ivan Aivazovsky, before 1900

"Mountain Graveyard" by Kurt Schwitters, 1919

"Night View of Prague" by Jacob Johann Verreyt, before 1872

"The Prisoner" by Nikolai Yaroshenko, 1878

Detail of "Fabelwesen" from Biderbuch für Kinder by Friedrich Justin Bertuch, 1801

I don't know why sometimes I can't tag people even though I can see a tumblr for them. Apologies if I missed you!

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the hjp shit-eating grin, wandless magic, and ponytail/piercings from hanging out with bill and charlie a bit too much

and of course the draco eye roll and pretending not to be turned on by said wandless magic

made with this picrew

@softlystarstruck @drarrymybeloved @drarry-picrew @lou-isfake or anyone who wants to join in

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snake talk 🐍