A tutorial for a workskin that allows you to make text messages that look similar to IOS messages!
I made this tutorial in January but it only recently occurred to me to post it here on tumblr. It basically looks like IOS messages and you can scroll through the messages like you’re scrolling on a phone. It works with LADS emojis as well.
As you can see from the GIF, the emojis are animated, not still images. The skin can also display still images if you’d like.
I hope this skin can be helpful to anyone who’s writing text fics!
Am I hallucinating or did the entire lpk series by the CoffeeDragon87 disappear from ao3?
I searched under works, series etc. On their profile, it's missing... I usually find it by going under sub draco tag sorting by word count and LPK 1 is the first fic on the page/list.
normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
So people have harrased goose to the point where she don't wanna even touch her own show she worked on are we fucking deadass
In fact this is a perfect example of how ungrateful people can be
They just consume content without a second thought
Let me just remind you that there is literally the only one creator of this show. One person with her own dreams and goals, who just wants to create cool stuff
But instead of saying the simple "thank you" people just go into absolute madness
And I understand if it was just some ordinary criticism, because let's be honest, nothing is perfect and you can find nuances everywhere. And everyone has the right to express these nuances
But going with a pitchforks and torches against a person who just said 'these two chars are both protagonists' (which, by the way, was only clearer with each episode) and HARASSING author for making decisions for their own show.. This is really far from criticism
people can be mad about creator's decision but they never should go into harassment mode just because they dont like it
The golden rule of literally everything
If you don't like something, don't look at it
ahhhh finally the weekend is beautiful and wide open ahead of me. surely this will be the weekend I finally get my whole life in order and do the twenty-seven things I've been putting off and fix my sleep schedule and make memories with friends and discover my purpose in this world. surely
Written for and inspired by @drarrymicrofic August'25 prompt: Reflection
[Bingo squares: Non magical AU, arranged marriage, bets and wagers, mystery]
Draco inspected his reflection in the mirror one last time, before it was time for him to walk down the aisle.
His dad's old suit was a perfect fit, yet he felt like a child playing dress-up.
His phone buzzed inside his pocket. He did not have to look at it to know that it was a text from Harry.
"Draco?" His dad called, knocking on his door, "Are you ready yet? I bet even the Bride would be ready by now."
This was it. No turning back now.
Draco exhaled through his mouth. He placed the neatly folded suit on the bed and picked up Harry's leather jacket, draping it over his shoulder. He checked his reflection again, smoothing down the wrinkles in his jeans and shirt.
A reluctant smile touched his lips for the first time in what felt like weeks.
He unlocked his door to the sight of his parents dressed for his wedding that he was planning to elope from.
Let the song and dance begin.
When his parents thought he was rehearsing his wedding vows, he had actually been practicing how to break the news of his relationship with Harry to his parents.
In true Malfoy fashion, he decided the best time and place to do it would be minutes before he was expected to walk down the aisle.
"Well," His dad trailed off.
"Mom, dad..."
"Pay up Lucius!" Narcissa exclaimed in absolute glee cutting off the start of her son's monologue.
And bingo across the board! This was such a fun challenge for me to do (yes even the agonising part where I had to write 1000 words :) This bingo card is the reflection of a competitive yet lazy person.
Thank you drarrymicrofic team for organising this wonderful challenge and for also taking you time to read through each and every microfic as well as leaving your thoughts on the tags. Those truly make my entire week.
Written for and inspired by @drarrymicrofic August'25 prompt: rebuild
[Bingo squares: Dark/Morally Grey, Vampires, Veelas, Auror Partners, Rated M & E, 1000 words]
Draco was leaning too close to McLaggen. Closer than a slow dance at a ministry ball warranted. He was also laughing too much, at whatever drivel was falling off that bastard's mouth.
And Harry could not stand it.
He threw back his whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the counter, signalling the Bartender for a refill. Meanwhile, his eyes followed Draco and his dance partner glide around the dance floor.
The fire inside his stomach burned and expanded.
Draco laughed again, loud and unrestrained. Exposing his bare neck in subtle invitation.
Harry abandoned his untouched whisky, and made his way to the ornate French doors leading to the balcony.
The frigid air was a welcome relief on his sweat slick skin.
Direct exposure to the moon did not help the wildfire coursing through his veins. The whisky, even less. And Draco Malfoy...
He lit the match in the first place.
"You are sulking." For someone walking around with their occlumency shields pulled tight, Draco was very predictable.
"I am not, I am just tired."
"Already?" Draco taunted, coming to stand beside Harry. He passed him a whiskey glass, brushing their fingers as he did.
Harry shivered but not from the cold.
When one Veela sky-lord touches another sky-lord, the consequences are usually painful for the pair.
Many believe that Veelas evolved this way to avoid clan wars, and only touches of anger and resentment cause pain.
However... if love burns in the heart and desire blooms like a Veela's flame, the consequences are much more pleasurable.
Because Harry couldn’t have nice things, a romantic relationship between sky-lords is frowned upon in the wizarding world.
"I remember someone who promised to set the world on fire for me," Draco leaned against the stone railing, looking at him from the corner of his eyes, "Now he is tired after one measly ministry ball."
"I did promise that, didn't I?" Harry drawled, vanishing the glass. He draped one hand over Draco's shoulder and placed the other on his hip, over the sliver of skin showing beneath his shirt, effectively trapping him between him and the railing.
Harry smirked in satisfaction, when he saw the red crawl up Draco's neck and splatter across his cheeks.
He got up on his tiptoes and hooked his chin on Draco's shoulders.
"I am a bird of my word, my darling. I promised you the ashes of the wizarding world, and I could start now now, by burning every single wixen in this building. Including that scoundrel of your Shadow mate."
"Alright my blood thirsty chicken, rein it in. We can't blow up your cover just yet. The Vampires did not agree to sign the treaty yet." He sighed in mock dissapointed.
Harry agreed with the sentiment. The Vampires were smart but apparently not smart enough to stop their intra clan wars, to look at the bigger picture; wizarding world domination.
"Mhmm, I don't think I have too much restraint left in me darling," Harry whispered, drawing circles on Draco's bare hips, his other hand trailing up and down Draco's clothed torso, inching closer and closer to his nipple.
"I was watching you all night, Malfoy," he rotated his right shoulder blade, "I saw you with your Shadow." Left shoulder blade, "Touching him." His shoulders felt heavy, "Laughing at his dumb jokes." Finally, finally his wings escaped the confines of his dress shirt and and unfurled, "Being the wizarding world's typical Veela partners."
Harry's wings fanned out around him. In anger. In jealousy. In restless energy.
He did not give a fuck about his boy saviour persona. He couldn't give two fucks. However, his darling had a plan, and at the end of this plan he could see a different world. Harmony between all beings. Acceptance of oddities. Harry as one of the Kings.
"Harry," Draco's stern voice melted into a throaty growl as Harry pinched his nipple.
"McLaggen almost caught us, when we were releasing the Were Omegas from the Ministry dungeons. We could not allow him to run straight to Robards with that. It is too early in the plan to get caught, I had to distract him somehow"
Harry tilted his head, resting it against Draco's. "I am quite sure that Robards wouldn't have fired us over it though."
"No, but he might have re-assigned us. Believe it or not Potter, I would resign on the spot if you were not my auror partner anymore."
"I hate it when you are right."
His hands wandered lower and lower until it slipped into Draco's trousers.
If you can't beat them, jerk them off till they lose all brain cells - temporarily, of course. As much as Harry adored the idea of breaking his cunning little sky-lord into a Shadowed, he was the grandmaster of this different world revolution. He needs to protect Draco's brain cells
"No pants Malfoy?" Harry hissed. Or maybe not.
His wings flared in response, and and joined Harry's hands.
Draco writhed and cried under the ministration of Harry's fingers and vanes.
"I can't believe you danced with fucking McLaggen like this." He curled his hand around Draco's cock and squeezed.
"What are you going to do about it Harry?" He tilted his head back, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Oh how Harry yearned to make them gleam with tears instead.
"Draco." His vanes cradled his balls in warning.
They have played these games before. The rules were simple.
Push. Pull. Taunt. Mock. Fight. Kiss. Fuck. Cry. And of course, plan world domination.
"Are you going to punish me Sky-lord? Did you forget that you can't touch me with the intention to hurt me?"
"Of course not sweetheart." Harry trilled. "I never intend to hut you. Not even when you decide to be a menace and tease me all night long. I simply wish to obliterate you. I intend to take you apart cell by cell and build you up just so I could break and rebuild you again and again and again."
Okay, new headcanon: whenever a snakelet gets in trouble with a professor, prefect or the headmaster a mysterious snakelet shaped shadow follows Snape around for the whole day. Also, coincidentally his robes do not billow on those days.
