Babe

redeemed draco is great and all but barely redeemed (really just domesticated) draco who is untouchable cause he’s dating the chosen one is 10/10

After a long time stalling, I’ve finally read Dwelling. Also because of this immaculate work of @sits-bound, and @tackytigerfic’s caution encouragement. I may have survived, but not without a crater in my chest made by thousands of shards. Here’s my sloppy attempt to patch that up.

PS. Dear @pl0tty and my irl friends, you’re the OG. Thank you for your insights. ♥︎

HI. The_Sinking_Ship here (sneaking in on anon because my tumblr is a side-blog)! I wanted to ask for permission to put a link for your art into the author's notes for Never Mind the Bollocks??? Circle YES or NO.

(also no pressure! i just want everyone to SEE and ENJOY and SHARE it).

Thank you! <3

*circles YES with thousands of hearts*

zinetober day 12....

I know some of these characters can be killed but you get my point lol 😂

i was gonna do a tiny thing as my contribution to the draw drarry badly challenge and then it turned into a 4-page comic. that i drew on my phone. with my fingers. oh well!

thanks @julcheninred for organizing the challenge!! 😎

where are my hjp girlies at

You’ve created and shared something so, so beautiful, and so devastating.

You owe us tissues. Lots of tissues. I ugly sobbed and had to remind myself I have the ability to breathe.

The Boy from the Piano Shop

Harry's hand lingered a little longer on the scarf, even after Draco had released his wrist. He wanted to know everything Draco knew, so he asked,

"What colour is the scarf?"

"Purple," Draco replied, "dark purple, like a plum or a violet."

"Purple," Harry echoed.

Harry touched the colour, trying to etch the feel of purple into his fingers, before his hand reached down and brushed against Draco's soft skin: his cheekbones, his cheeks, his jaw. Harry nodded and returned to his shirt, pulling it off with one hand while keeping the other on Draco's face to make sure he didn't remove the scarf.

"I won't take it off, I promise," Draco whispered.

For some reason, it was one of the few promises Harry knew he could trust. He withdrew his hand from the scarf. His T-shirt was on the floor, and now they were both exposed only to each other's touch.

From The Boy from the Piano Shop, chapter 11

Read HERE

Who we are on the shadows by @quicksilvermaid

It’s an understatement to say I love this story. I’m on my knees. My heart on my throat. So I just spilled everything through art.

Note: There’s a bit of blood and wound on the second artwork, so please click/view upon your own discretion.

Dear Wolf,

3 and 28 for the ask game? ♥︎

PS. Long Haul follow-up omg? (flailing and screaming)

Kismet! 💖🥹 So lovely to see you in my inbox.

3. how you feel about your current WIP

I have two active WIPs (as in, wips I have started writing vs. all of the others that are either in the outline or research stage) at the moment, I feel good about one, and a bit shaky about the other because it's quite skeletal and has a deadline 🙈

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

It sounds cliche to say, but beginnings and endings. I cannot tell you how many abandoned beginnings I've had for almost every story I've published. It's a similar situation with my endings; it's so hard to land a good one. They're the parts of my fics I feel the most self-conscious about.

ask game! writer asks ✍🏻