Harry discovers what a waistcoat is
For @julcheninred and Draw Drarry Badly! I might keep doing this 🤣
proboscidea-althaeifoliasent a message
how about 2, 20 and 25 for the eoy asks?
A piece you’re proud of and why
Sleep, My Love, my Minerva McGonagall character study, which is not my usual topic! I really love how it turned out even though there’s only the slightest hint of Drarry in it
Something that made you laugh
Draco imagines his thoughts as fish.
All the fish are wearing round glasses.
“Ridiculous,” he hisses under his breath, and imagines swishing the fish away with his fingers.
“Fuck,” Harry Potter’s voice booms over the soothing rhythms of the class’s background music, played at a low volume along with sounds of the seaside.
“Bloody hell fuck. Bollocks.” Draco snaps his eyes open just as the stag Patronus leaps over his grunting yoga-class compatriot, landing atop Draco’s pelvis and knocking him bodily to the floor. “Fuck fuck fuck bollocks fuck. Look, I-I’m quitting. I can’t. Back me up, okay? Just-I know you’ve already-” Potter lets out another stream of curses as the Patronus bends to poke its snout into Draco’s side.
He lurches off his mat and smacks at the corporeal nuisance. “What are you doing?”
Neither Potter nor his Patronus seem to register Draco’s irritation. Once again, everyone is staring at him. The instructor, maintaining a flawless tree pose, blinks in slow-motion. Several leaves she had charmed to hover above the class fall to the floor. One of them lands directly in the mouth of the grunting bridge-pose wix and he spits it out a bit too theatrically.
The Patronus lets out an anguished cry.
“I’m coming,” Draco whispers as loudly as he can, though he has already caused a horrible and embarrassing disruption to the class. “Give me a moment!”
The Patronus does not give him a moment.
It head-butts him continuously as he yanks his yoga mat into his arms in a crumpled mess and carries it out onto the pavement.
Writing almost everything in this fic :)
A scene or image that lives rent-free in your head
“Oh.” Draco’s breathless, his voice thick with all the emotions that shine in his magic. “Oh, look at you.”
They look good together, in the mirror. Draco’s hands on Harry’s belly are all bathed in this golden glow. Draco’s glowing, too, his hair almost white in the sun. The way Draco grins makes Harry think he must look better than he feels, if Draco is that into him. Tears glint on Draco’s cheeks. Harry reaches up and threads his fingers through Draco’s hair, then kisses his neck.
I can see them in the mirror—from See Me and Live! Maybe these are supposed to be from other people’s fics, but too late now 😬
When it’s been three hours already and your husband just popped his hip
I did this piece for @julcheninred and the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge, which I have never participated in before for an unknown reason?? !! I’ve wanted to try drawing for a long time but never got around to it, so I have almost zero experience, so unfortunately I did spend three hours trying really hard on this, LOL. I am extremely thrilled to finally use the tag MY ART. Behold, ye mighty, and despair!!!
silverquillsideassent a message
Hello! Would you mind sharing which writing app(s) you use? I'm trying to find a gdocs alternative bc I can't deal with the nonsense AI spell check anymore 🥲
Hi! I’m so happy to share what writing apps I use, although TBH GDocs is still a big part of it 🙃 For several years now I’ve done most of my writing (like, the actual typing) in 4theWords, a writing game online. In November of 2024 I discovered a site called WritingHabit with some similar functionalities as 4theWords, namely timed sprints within the site, and switched to that.
The way 4theWords gamifies writing was amazing for me for a long time, so I do recommend it, especially for people who want a game and to do writing sprints with a community. I write a lot most days and most years, and I’m saying that because it’s not 4theWords’ fault that the quests/gaming eventually became a distraction for me–that happened because I was a power user and wore out (wrote out? LOL) the novelty faster than it’s meant to wear out. A total me problem.
Anyway, that’s why I’m writing in WritingHabit for the time being.
After I write in WritingHabit, I transfer the new words/chapters to GDocs to share them with betas and cheer readers. I do a lot of editing in GDocs still, but not as much actual typing-writing for writing sessions, mainly because of the lag once a document gets long-ish. I start to notice lag at around 45k in Google Docs, and I find it super distracting, and I haven’t found a dark mode in there that looks how I want.
Anyway, I’ve found that a multi-platform process really works for me, because the words look different in the different documents, and I have to look at them many times (including once they’re posted on AO3) to see everything clearly. I hope you find something that works for you too!!
…there’s always one tiny piece of his white-blond starlight hair that’s got folded over another piece somehow. When Harry runs his fingers over the spot, Draco’s hair falls obediently into place, but the more interesting—murderously attractive—part is that Draco vibrates like a purring cat during that brief touch.
See Me and Live by @dodgerkedavra
Another badly drawn Drarry for @julcheninred! Hey, this is fun. I tried to include Harry’s face but it was terrifying. Even more terrifying than that hand, if you can imagine.
Go Up to Gilead [H/D Erised 2024]
The Aurors are Harry’s whole world—right up until he carries Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban in his arms.
Harry can’t keep both, so he’s got to choose: forfeit the world, or forfeit his soul?
Word Count: ~106k
Rating: Explicit
Malfoy doesn’t move as Harry gets closer. Only his eyes follow Harry’s crouch-shuffle. Harry wedges himself into the corner next to Malfoy and slides his hand behind Malfoy’s back.
There’s almost nothing to him. The striped grey-on-grey rags hang off skin and bone with so much fabric to spare that Harry’s knuckles don’t touch the wall.
Harry repeats this process with his other arm, easing his hand under Malfoy’s knees. Makes his chest hurt and his eyes burn to feel the spindly, fucked-up joints hanging over his arm, and when he’s done, their faces are only a few inches apart.
Malfoy’s eyes swim with tears. The silver-grey colour stands out, bright and feverish.
“Malfoy,” Harry says, his heart sore and stinging. “Draco—”
“Not Dementors,” Malfoy whispers. “Please.”
Tags and author’s note under the cut ->
Spring Term. Harry's off to teach DADA, but he'll have his Floo set up and ready for Draco to crawl through by the evening.
sweatersinthesummersent a message
12!
Dark magic addiction and also a secret one that I have been thinking about since last summer that I might be ALMOST done thinking about
And also 2 ronsy fics!
Are those concepts??
vukovichsent a message
EOY asks!
17. The creation that took the least amount of time
18. The creation that took the most amount of time
dodgerkedavraanswered
In terms of just typing:
Least Amount of Time
A secret fic I may have written (20 minutes because there was a time limit)
Most Amount of Time
Go Up To Gilead (60 hours)
Runner-Up: Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound (33 hours)
The fic that took the longest in total time spent was probably En Passant or One Warm Line, since I was desperately trying to understand chess (En Passant) and I thought about One Warm Line for pretty much all of May.
Time. Boy, I don’t know
My dude are you tracking billable hours when you write fanfic?
When I meet God, He will have to reckon with Me
vukovichsent a message
EOY asks!
17. The creation that took the least amount of time
18. The creation that took the most amount of time
In terms of just typing:
Least Amount of Time
A secret fic I may have written (20 minutes because there was a time limit)
Most Amount of Time
Go Up To Gilead (60 hours)
Runner-Up: Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound (33 hours)
The fic that took the longest in total time spent was probably En Passant or One Warm Line, since I was desperately trying to understand chess (En Passant) and I thought about One Warm Line for pretty much all of May.
Time. Boy, I don’t know