Zoey sketch

Bound: Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose

Typeset, bind, and illustrations by: me, @phoenixortheflame.

Well that got out of hand.

So — I planned to bind this for myself and then another for the author. But then, I had to make one for @reveriepi whose recording lulls me to sleep so very often. And one for @sits-bound because she’s a good girl who deserves good things. And of course one for @maleekamolscreates because the fic begins ON OUR BIRTHDAY!

Anyway, paperbacks are dope. Made using the double-fan method. I think I have the process fully memorized now, but if you're interested in learning how, I highly recommend checking out Mally's video on it, which I've watched a dozen times at least.

Cover is 48-lb glossy photo paper covered with soft-touch laminate. The inside cover design is printed directly onto the back of the photo paper and is not finished in any way.

Cover illustrations done by me in Procreate. Cover design done in Canva. Inside cover design as well as full-title page done in Affinity Designer; typeset done in Publisher.

we are gonna be vacuuming up this post for the next five years

Pinch hitter signups are open for 2025!

art by @pato-roldnart Rules and Guidelines | FAQ | AO3 Collection 

Pinch-hitter sign-ups are now open!!!! Pinch hitting means if someone is unable to continue to participate, we might ask you to step in and create something for their giftee.

If you think there’s a chance you can do a pinch-hit, please sign up! No one loves pinch hitters more than us :) Read more about pinch hitting and find pinch-hitter sign-up forms here.

WHAT!!!!

No

They can leap 36 feet

As in leap forward 36 feet

They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa

#death from above

this post makes me cry every single damn time

This is one of those legendary posts that’s been around since I first made a Tumblr. When I didn’t have access to my Tumblr for a few years I would sometimes reference this post. Iconic lol

"Stop it!" Harry hissed.

It was a brief touch, a brushing of foot against foot, but it felt like a shock of electricity anyway.

"You're hogging the blanket!”

"We have to teach tomorrow! I swear — !"

"I am the guest!" Draco twisted to glare at his bedfellow. "I get the blanket!"

From July 21 through August 31, we are running Drarry Microfic Summer Bingo!

Here’s how it works: you’ll receive a randomly generated bingo card featuring Drarry tropes, narrative devices, and word count challenges. For the microfic prompts between July 21 and August 31, try to fill out five consecutive squares (or more!) in your bingo card by including their parameters in your microfic.

For example, if one of your squares is “50 words”, write a 50 word microfic. Each microfic can count for multiple squares (i.e. “50 words” and “Harry POV” could be two squares crossed off by a single micro). If you hit BINGO, you’ll earn massive acclaim and bragging rights!

Rules: Each week's microfic prompt can be used for one submission towards bingo, however that submission can cover as many squares as you like. I.e. if the week’s prompt is “brief,” you can only count one micro written for the prompt “brief” towards your bingo card, but your micro can count for the squares “50 words” “there was only one bed” and “Hogwarts professors.” You must use the prompts posted from July 21 through August 31, meaning you have 6 microfics in total to hit as many bingo squares as you can!

You must use the prompts posted from July 21 through August 31, meaning you have 6 microfics in total to hit as many bingo squares as you can! Bingo cards will be delivered by July 20. You can join our discord server (send a DM for an invite) for more details or message @drarrymicrofic to get a Bingo card! You may not hear back until July 20 with your card.

Can't wait to see what you come up with!

@drarrymicrofic weekly challenge Prompt: brief (narrator: "holygnocchi was not brief") Word count: 609 Thank you to @citrusses for the beta 🫶

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It’s been nine months since Draco was released from Azkaban, his record expunged, contingent on a stint restoring moth-eaten manuscripts in an abandoned corner of the Ministry archives.

It’s been eight months, 29 days, and 13 hours since he learned the only reason he was freed was because the Savior of the Wizarding World saw fit to save him, too.

It's been three weeks since Draco, nose stuck in a book he’d nipped from the archives, rounded the corner into the Ministry lunchroom and ran smack into the broad, firm chest of one Harry James Potter. It was the first time Draco had seen him outside the front pages of the Prophet. Harry’s hands had flown to Draco’s upper arms, steadying him with a “Whoa there, Malfoy!” 

With anyone else Draco would have apologized, politely and effusively. His reputation being…what it was. But it was Harry. And his dumb, symmetrical face. Infuriatingly, an easy, amused smile had replaced the suspicious scowl from school. Draco snapped.

“I know the sea parts for you wherever you go, Potter, but do try not to run over us mere mortals.” Nose in the air, he beelined to the nearest loo, hyperventilated in a stall, and skipped lunch altogether.

It takes the entirety of those three weeks for Draco to work up the nerve to confront Potter again.

It takes five minutes and 19 seconds to get from the Ministry’s subterranean 11th floor up to the second. Nine and a half, today, because Gilbert from Accounts catches him by the breakroom to drone on – again – about his 15th century gobstone collection. Draco spends about 6.2 seconds contemplating if it would be worth taking the next boat back to Azkaban just to escape this particular form of torture. 

In total, it’s 372 steps from Draco’s bleak, windowless office to the DMLE bullpen, with its charmed floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking St. James Park. Harry sits at a desk in the far corner, afternoon light glinting off his glasses as he throws his head back, laughing at something Weasley says. He sees Draco and stills. The flutter of nerves turns to a riot in Draco’s gut and he’s glad he skipped breakfast.

Draco must say something, or maybe he just stands there grimacing so intensely Harry feels compelled into action once again, because Harry is crossing the room toward him, Weasley watching hawk-eyed from their shared cubicle. The other Aurors are no longer pretending to be engrossed in their paperwork as Harry stops in front of Draco. 

“Do you need something, Malfoy?” His voice is pitched low in an attempt at privacy. Everyone else in the room wears expressions of mild suspicion or blatant distaste. One Ministry meathead clearly expects a fight and is leaning forward in his chair, eyes bright with bloodlust. But Harry’s expression is searching, open.

It sends heat flaring through Draco, an exothermic reaction of embarrassment and shame, resentment and attraction. But he’s come this far. “There are some things I need to say to you. Preferably in private.” Draco tries for a good-natured smile of his own. An unfamiliar contortion that probably comes across as a wince. But Harry just nods, once, and gestures down the hall to an empty conference room. 

When the door clicks behind them, Draco takes a steadying breath. Feels the air pressing against his ribcage, holds it there until it burns in his lungs. His first week out of Azkaban he wrote a letter he never sent. He went through dozens of sheets of parchment and countless words until the ink on his quill ran dry. Today he’ll keep it brief. Just two simple words to start. 

It wimdy

Hi my name is Ozy'mandias, King of Kings and I have two vast and trunkless legs of stone and a frown and wrinkled lip and a lot of people tell me I look like the Younger Memnon (a/n if you don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm a statue but my visage is shattered and lies half sunk on the sand. I’m also a colossal wreck, and I stand in the desert of an antique land where I’ve been for a really long time (I’m ancient). I’m a lifeless thing (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly the passions the sculptor read and stamped on me, which yet survive. I love sculptors and I get all my expressions from there. For example today I was wearing a sneer of cold command and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was standing in the desert. The lone and level sands were boundless and bare, which I was very happy about. A lot of mighty looked upon my works and despaired. I put my middle finger up at them.

harry/draco | 100 words | @drarrymicrofic prompt: steal | nsfw

“This—” Draco’s voice trips rough, matching the snag of his hair on the stone wall he’s getting sucked off against and the hand he’s got brambled in Potter’s curls—everything tangled, everything— “does not excuse you stealing from my storeroom.”

His thief pulls off, beaming sunlight. Levers back on his heels like the cat who got the—well, nearly there. Navy dress robes (Draco’s, fuck’s sake) pool around Potter’s knees like holy water. An obscene, fallen halo. Merlin knows they’ll need it.

Potter tips the last of the pilfered Felix down his apparently gagless throat. “Why do you think I stole it?”

i love being a writer. it’s so chill and easy and stress-free, unless you count the constant mental ping-pong between “i’m a genius” and “this is the worst thing ever written by a human being”

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Ankles 

🎵 Explicit, 36,787  ❗Warnings/Tags: Angst, Infidelity, Auror Partners, Minor Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Minor Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Pining, Jealousy, Recreational Drug Use, Minor mention of an unhealthy relationship to food/exercise  🎵 Song Prompt: 'Ankles' by 'Lucy Dacus' 

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