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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Enid, Xavier, and Tyler:
Childhood friends 🥺🥺
sneaking off 🤎
Let The Dark In Hermione my beloved
Some Hermione doodles from @senlinyu’s fic Let The Dark In because it’s all I’ve been able to think about for two weeks now
Day 42/100.
1st Date in muggle London.
Birbs keep perching on top of him for some reason. Just keep it cool.
This one took me ages to finish, hope you like all the tiny details. What did he buy? What’s in his pocket? Who is behind the pigeons? 😂
I forget to breathe on Tumblr too, p.s. as its my bday I'll be posting them here too😌😌😌
Moam Dramione
For rendering tips check my Twitter thread
Draco secretly loves it when she defends him. Also her head makes an excellent perch.
Super rough sketch, but anyway
playing footsies to establish dominance
Hello people of tumblr! I am new to this platform but im hoping to know some of you that likes art or makes them!
dramione drabble | prompt: i really hate you
"You think you're so better than me?"
Silence.
"Everyone thinks you're this harmless little angel now." Draco scoffs, crossing his arms. "Your tricks don't work on me. I know how cruel you really are."
Those infuriatingly knowing eyes finally settle on him.
Then, as if to gloat, Crookshanks arches his back, paws kneading gently on the soft material of Hermione's sweater.
He meows, and Draco swears it's a sound specifically calibrated to make his blood boil.
The orange monstrosity settles back onto Hermione's chest, curling up with his tail flicking imperiously in Draco's direction.
"I really hate you," mutters Draco, watching jealously as his wife and her stupid cat doze off on her favourite armchair in the Manor's library.
fin.
word count: 119 words | read it on twitter
Happy Halloween! 👻 the Malfoys dressed as The Addams Family this year ☺️
dramione drabble | prompt: you're thinking about it
“Admit it, Hermione.”
“Don’t know what you’re on about, Gin.”
“You’ve thought about it. You’re thinking about it.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong.”
“I couldn’t be more right, you mean.”
That does it.
“I HAVE NEVER, NOT ONCE, THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT DRACO MALFOY LOOKS LIKE TOPLESS!”
Hermione’s voice is loud enough that she looks around, red-faced with alarm, before sighing with relief.
They’re at the end of an empty corridor. No one could’ve heard her little outburst.
Except the devil himself.
They turn the corner only to come face-to-face with Malfoy.
Malfoy who, to Hermione’s horror, wears an amused grin and is curiously a little pink at the cheeks, as well.
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Granger,” he says. “But if you ever change your mind, Slytherin’s got the pitch on Thursday evenings.”
With a wink and one last insufferable smirk, he walks away, leaving Hermione to deal with a hysterical Ginny and a racing heart.
fin.
haha test post *taps mic* is this thing on am i doing the tumblr thing right
word count: 157 words | read on twitter
how did you learn to write well?
well first you have to be a very sad child
Duo #21 emsallthat & where_ivy_grows
Prompt: Child(ren) - reading - domestic fluff
Art by @emsallthat
Fic: the dragon prince by @where_ivy_grows Wordcount: 1702 Summary:
Draco could think of a thousand ways a man of his age might choose to spend his Saturday night.
Twenty six, single, good-looking, and heir to a not-insubstantial fortune—any other man in his position might have preferred to go out, socialise, maybe find somebody to take home for the night.
And yet, here he was. Twenty-six, single, good-looking, rich, and… currently babysitting a precocious six-year-old with a knack for worming her way into his cold, cold heart.
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