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Been thinking about drawing this for ages and now I did it. That’s it...

This is an inaccurate depiction of Remain Nameless because Draco does not immediately consume the blueberry scone on sight 🤣

ff: Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

enselius

sophiesstreet

This might be my favorite piece I’ve ever done for reasons…

ivmaruva

Fantasy AU A/B/O. The Lord and his little omega pet.

He makes her wear little bells so she jingles all over the place 😏

This came out of my own personal brand of dramione brainrot. If it inspires you to write something, go ahead and tag me :D

ivmaruva

Day 79

A quick sketch that inspired the sweetest twitter drabble from the talented @caitybellfics. Highly recommend giving it a read.

karinagiada

I couldn’t resist! A color version of my recent fanart and I finally was able to capture him like I wanted.

welshdramaqueen

in which the reader thinks a lot about HOWELL JENKINS flying up the wing for his university

sarahlisahleb

I’ve recently finished the book “Howls Moving Castle” and I loved it. Howls character is IMO more interesting in the book so I drew a bunch of sketches of him, this is one of them. They turned out to be something of a mix between the book description and Ghiblis version haha.

cookiekappa

movie vs book (i adore them both)

pigeonsympathiser

How could you leave this in the notes, excellent addition

crowtrail

A hearts a heavy burden…

runningquill-art

“They streaked across the desert, meteoric. Draco wished for a shooting star, so that they might race it. Since Granger was doing so well, he gave the broom her head, and she spiritedly jetted forth even faster, and now the dunes were a silver radiance below, and the stars were a dazzling whirl. He held Granger tightly, partially to keep her safe, partially because he wanted to, because the feel of it was enjoyable – the holding of this slightly mad, brilliant witch, who passed her weekends skylarking about crypts, and who provoked him at every turn. She was warm between his arms, and she smelled like travel dust and adventure and exhilaration. The whole thing was mad – the holding of Granger as though he wanted to, the flying over these unsettled wilds, the having no actual clue where on Earth they were, the illegal and unfinished Portus, the talking skull, the whole of it. Absolutely mental. He had loved every minute.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 15: Noli Me Tangere, by isthisselfcare

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