amor vincit omnia - love conquers all

There's so much to tap into fashion wise...like what the hell does just "robes" even mean Terf-face McRowling????

And I feel like the fan base has done such a wonderful job to portray their own beautiful and unique designs and descriptions... but not so much on shoes 🤔

Like the most generic thing is for them to be walking around in muggle shoes or "loafers" or "dragonhide boots"....

Hell no. These mfs are walking around rocking THESE bad bois!!!

✨️S L I P P E R S✨️

At least for dress robes, formal wear, and those who are fun, fancy biatches on the daily......

“It’s getting late…”  “Does it matter?”

The aftermath of “Fuck me yourself you coward”

Deamus commission for @jeldenil 👏👏

Harry’s problem has always been that he doesn’t know when to stop pushing. No one bothered to tell him when the war ended he didn’t have to keep pushing, keep fighting.

He isn’t even sure how he and Malfoy went from fighting to fucking to something that neither of them would admit. What started as the last battle Harry needed to win became the only battle he was terrified to lose. But he’d gone and pushed too hard. Too far.

“I need time,” Malfoy had shouted.

“I’m tired of being your secret,” Harry cried.

“Then you’ll be nothing,” Maylfoy had whispered.

And just like that Harry’d lost the one thing he never even let himself admit he had.

Weeks go by without a glance. Enough to convince Harry he really is the nothing Malfoy told him he was when the great hall breaks out in a silence more deafening than any sound ever could be.

Harry turns so quickly he nearly falls off the bench, mouth hanging open when he sees Malfoy standing in the middle of the great hall—pale skin adorned in scarlet—in Harry’s quidditch jumper.

Harry’s leapt out of his seat and across the hall before the shouting as started, the whispers of the other 8th years fading to a din as he brings shaking hands up to grab ahold of the jumper.

“What are you doing?” Harry whispers.

“I don’t know,” Malfoy answers, looking halfway between hexing Harry and kissing him. “But if I spend one more day without you I’m going to lose my mind. I love you, you absolute fucking tosspot.”

“ Got a funny fucking way of showing it.” Harry mutters,Heart racing. “I thought—“

Wow how did I ever finish a comic in 10 or less frames. Thought I could wrap it up in part 2 but well there’ll be a part 3! Wooh

Did you ever have Terry’s chocolate orange?? I can never move to GB, I would only live off that for the rest of my life.

Aaaalso I’m so sorry about the bad gif quality. I tried everything but the post would have been to large to publish *sigh*

Hi! I hope you're doing well too.

I doodled this quickly, I hope you like it :)

Artwork by @bluebutter-art. Do not use/repost without permission.

It's my faniversary, y'all!

One year ago TODAY, I posted my first Drarry fic, Stupid Love. I commissioned this artwork from the incomparable @bluebutter-art to celebrate and HOLY SHIT it's so beautiful! I can't tell you how long I've spent staring at it because I've lost track.

Read my stupid, sappy fangirl feelings under the cut...

Harry: Fuck you.