Ngl One Of The Main Reasons I Ship Romione Is Because Hermione Got A Cat That Is The Cat Version Of Ron

《Time-out》9-17

mid-story lines

thanks for tagging me @garagepaperback <3 @faiell <3 and @astralrainn <3

rules: pluck a juicy morsel from somewhere in the middle of up to 10 of your fics (I've taken garage's invitation to pad things out with material from the WIP mines, and you should too) and tag up to 10 people accordingly

rational economic actors

Trapped like a fish caught euphoric on its hook.

the bower

There must be an overflowing abundance of pleasure, a cornucopia of sensuous flavours and savoury sexual favours. A hearty ravishing, a Bacchanalian rhapsody in blond. Harry’s performance must have perfect pitch from overture and hors d'oeuvres to satiated ovation.

gimme friction

“Do you guys know any, y’know—spells?”

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and a bonus from the un-published stuff:

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Harry said, dropping Malfoy’s hand as if he’d been caught pinching his coin purse.

“Freak.”

Surely this wasn’t romance.

the long game

It was reckless, almost, to go around in such a state of sexual frustration.

🚧 📂 WIP zone 📂🚧 (ooh, ahh, mysterious)

orgy for two

"The Auror orgy isn’t real, Draco."

untitled sex magic story

Was it awkward, having Draco Malfoy’s penis in his mouth? Was it erotic? All he could officially say was it certainly was happening.

untitled role play thing

He’d signed up for a bit of cheeky role play, sure, but he wasn’t prepared to keep track of side characters.

untitled sad auror academy story

He knew most people didn’t need to come close to losing their lives in order to feel them.

without having at all kept track of who's already done this (although consider - there are always more lines) I'll tag @fluffyunderneath @its-the-allure @the-forbidden-forest @toomuchplor @tackytigerfic @jupitersbetrayal and whoever else sees this and wants to join in :)

idk much about the watcher lore but i like it when it turns grian purple

also here are some things about their designs i’d like to mention!

cleo - i don’t see much fanart of her contorting her body like a zombie!!! so here we are

bdubs - i was watching empires s2 when the hermits visited, and subconsciously drew him in the mc skin he had on at the time 😭

impulse - i remember watching a clip of someone saying that artists drew him as an “imp” because of his username so i ran with that!!

skizz - i dont come across much fanart of him and only had his mc skin (and vibes) as reference 🥲 i hope i drew him the way he sounds like though🤞

grian - i drew him before but i wanted to draw him with his beady eyes and his glasses this time!

watcher grian - tried going for a seraphim angel vibe (and added the lighting based from that arcane s2 scene of jayce getting possessed by viktor?? idk)

anyways i can’t promise if i’ll draw the rest of the members but…….here’s part 1!

please don’t spend your life convincing yourself that love or joy is reserved for the idealized version of you that only exists in the future

and i will be loathing

for forever loathing

truly deeply loathing youuuuuu

my whole life long!!!!

it’s been a Long time since i last posted…. so sorry guys

i made this when i was going a little crazy about elphaba and this song and i had to draw something or i would’ve combusted

i love fem drarry… i’m obsessed with them so expect more drarry yuri fanart

also here’s the unfinished yaoi version that i made just a few days after because i just couldn’t get it out of my head 😭 but i don’t like it that much because draco looks too much like lucius for my liking…

today the song is a repeated one… next fanart there’ll be a new one trust 🤞🏻

my girls 💌

Some phone wallpapers from the Project Eevee Twitter for Eevee Day!

microfic may day 2: black

drarry. 277 words.

Harry had no idea how Draco drank his coffee like that. He thought it was abhorrent.

Even so, every morning at 6:00am, Harry Potter would peel himself out of bed and smile softly at the pile of blankets, tufts of blond locks and short puffs of breath that lay beside him. He’d take a moment to observe the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders before venturing downstairs and greeting their house with a gentle pat on the banister and familiar rap to the kitchen door.

He’d go through his motions: procure two mugs, set the kettle to boil, fiddle with the French press, measure out exactly 16 grams of coffee grounds and then he’d wait. God only knows what he’d think about until the kettle whistle would gently crescendo and Harry could carry on.

He’d traverse back up the stairs and back into their bedroom. He’d place a both mugs on the bedside drawer closest to Draco. Harry would wake him up with a caress and not a jolt, a feather press of lips, a gentle press to the curve of his shoulder.

And Draco would rise, golden like the light filtering through their curtains, and smile at Harry like he was glad he stayed. Even all these years later.

Harry would pass him his mug with a purposeful brush of their fingers and say, “Awful, awful stuff.”

Draco would only grin and reply, “It’s in my blood, don’t you think?”

And Harry would snort into his tea and hold his husband’s hand. He’d make a mental mark of exactly how many cups of black coffee he’d made but never drank.

2,537.

But who’s really counting?