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Ok ale kdo to překládal??
you know he would have been one of Those kids
inspired by this pic:
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VIDEO: Archive footage of Draci Brno
VIDEO: Archive footage of Draci Brno #baseballCzech
Baseball fans in Czech Republic got an interesting gift shortly before Christmas. Draci Brno published 6 historical videos on their Youtube channel, where they show different footage from the past of the club, such as video from the first season in 1972. Fans can look forward to watching more than an hour of interview from 50 years of the club. Whether you are Draci fan or not, they bring a lot…
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so uh i was just casually showering when this short poem about shadowpeach randomly came into my head and caught me offguard
#lmk#legomonkiekid#lego monkie kid#lmk wukong#lmk macaque#lmk six eared macaque#poetry#original poetry#original poem#dracy's poetry#“poetry is in your chromatin material” <- according to a friend of mine#i was SHAMPOOING#AND THEM BOOM IM A SHOCKED BUBBLE & FOAM MONSTER#i will draw smth for this later#smth#angsty#shadowpeach#lmk shadowpeach#edit: you guys REALLY liked this one huh
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Wow it's my birthday!! One year closer to being a tax payer </3 anyways if u love me you'll send me money (/j)
Anyways here's some art for the occasion teehee
And some close ups!
ANYWYAS yea it's my birthday ^^ am officially 17 yippee
#monster high#hee ho ha ho im a funny lil art man#monster high fanart#monster high redesign#nix devolving into madness hours#monster high g3#frankie stein#spectra vondergeist#Draculaura#dracie as sailor moon is something i didn't know i wanted to draw#sailor drac is on the last page of my sketchbook#anywyas yea wish me a happy birthday pls :>
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Chapter 6: "I must not break rules"
No specific age (maybe 16+?)
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryffindor!fem!reader
Time: Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix
Warnings: mentions of blood, scars (basically if you've read/seen Harry Potter you're good), language
Words: 1 and a half long scroll
Summary: After the D.A. is betrayed to Umbridge you are given detention along with your classmates. Draco tries to shield you from Umbridge's rage.
Malfoy took one more large inhale as he stood outside Umbridge's office. The face of y/n as they blew up their way to the Requirem Room would not leave his mind. She could had left, but she stayed with Harry, Hermione and the Red head disaster to insure the younger students cleared out before Draco got there. Not that it made any difference as the paper they all signed betrayed them all.
Now they were all faced with detention. If you could call that torture as such. His lungs and heart grew heavy only at the thought of her being hurt like that. It had been a few weeks since they fought. He could not bare not to sneak a look on her in class and he had caught her doing the same with sorry eyes. But everytime he thought of talking to her, his pained heart reminded him of her betrayal. She had helped the Weasleys prank his friends time and time again. And yet, one though did not leave his head and held his love and hopes stitched to his heat; she did not tell on him. She kept him out of their plans. Even more so, everytime he looked back, he remembered her pulling him away from group meetings and returning to them to find his classmates full of zits or with their teeth bluer than a blueberry. He took one more breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in!", Umbridge's cheerful voice came from inside.
The amount of pink in the office was not something one got used to. It hurt his eyes every time he walked in to file his report of the squad. The walls were covered top to bottom with cats painted on plates.
"Draco, welcome", Umbridge said smiling, "would you like some tea?"
"Uh...no", Draco snapped back to reality, "I needed to talk to you about a student"
"Oh?", she extended her hand to point at the chair next to her desk. Draco took a seat and placed his hands on her desk, fingers entwined.
"Her name is y/n.", he began, "she is among those you caught in Dumbledore's army. I would like to ask you to excuse her from detention"
Umbridge raised her left eyebrow. She took a little silver spoon and poured three, not two, spoonfuls of sugar in her tea.
"And why would I do that?", she took a sip, the smile never leaving her frog-like face, "She broke the rules. It is only natural to be punished accordingly".
Draco took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze to his hands. He had practiced this lie a thousand times before he came to Umbridge. He had thought of the details over and over again. It had to work.
"Because she was working under my orders", he told her, "I urged her to infiltrate Dumbledore's army but it took longer than expected for them to trust her with information"
"Now that can't be true, can it?", Umbridge placed the cup on its plate. Draco raised his gaze to be met with that same smile once more. "Y/n already told me she was one of the founding members."
Those words were like a dagger to Draco's heart. Why would she do that? What was the matter with her? She could had lied. She could had blamed Harry. He was already in the fire anyway, one more crime would not make the flames burn hotter for him. She could had denied everything, there was not a single document to prove otherwise.
"She told us and in return took some of her classmates punishment", Umbridge answered his unvoiced question, "I would had pegged the Weasley twins or that Ginny girl would be founders too but she stepped upfront along with three others and claimed the title. Harry Potter of course was included, as expected"
Draco closed his fists over the desk. His nails buried in the skin of his palm as he squeezed them shut.
"I know what this is", Umbridge continued, "You're a young man. It's only natural for unwanted feelings to form inside you"
Draco frowned. "Professor?", he asked
"Now, I understand that boys your age tend to stray away from logic in favour of other needs but I would not pick you as one of them", she stood up and searched inside a drawer, soon to take out a sheet of paper and a feather pen, "I value you at your current post so I suppose this time we'll only need to imprint your duty on your body."
She placed the quill and paper in front of him. He recognized exactly what they were and knew exactly what she wanted.
"Don't worry.", she said, "Otherwise you've been doing a remarkable job. So just a few times will do. It won't even leave a scar". She tapped on the paper. "Write 'I will be impartial upholding regulations'"
"Why", Draco said sharply.
"Because it's not right to pick favourites Draco", she said, "When someone breaks the rules they must be punished no matter how we feel about them."
He took the pen in his trembling hand. He twirled it among his fingers as he prepared himself for the writing. He had never done this before even though he had seen her give the same detention to others countless times. He could not fathom the pain, the aftermath...nothing.
"I'll tell you what", Umbridge spoke again, "you write it five for your punishment. And if you write five more, I will excuse y/n from detention. This time and no other"
A new flame of determination sparked in Draco's heart. He took better hold of the quill and began writing the sentence quickly. After he wrote it down twice though, and the message began engraving itself to his skin, his speed decreased. The sting on his hand was more painful with each row he wrote down. This was going to be harder than he thought. He finished the five he had to write. He took a glance at Umbridge, still sipping her tea, watching him carefully. He could not stop his anger from showing in his glare. One letter at a time, he continued writing the other five. He caught her shadow moving but he was too focused on finishing to take a better look. Once finished he put down the quill and blew on the fresh wound on his hand. It read "i will be impartial when upholding regulations"
"Here you go", Umbridge handed him over a pieve of paper, a message with her signature inside, "now go on"
"She will not get detention then?", he asked, his teeth gritting as he massaged the sides of thr wound.
"Oh, she already has", Malfoy's eyes opened wide at Umbridge's words, "But you can go retrieve her and spare her from the rest of her sentence"
It took a moment for Draco's brain to process that declaration. His lungs stop drawing breath as his heart began to race. After he returned to reality he wasted no time to speak to Umbridge and ran down the stairs to where the mass detention would be held.
Umbridge was right. The room was already full. The members of the D.A. all had pained expressions on their faces as the marks on their hands deepend with every row they wrote. Under Filtch's watchful eye, none of them dared to let out the slightest cry of pain. He frantically scanned the room for y/n. He finally spotted her up front, next to the bad luck trio. He walked towards her, his steps heavy on the ground but quick. He pulled the quill off of her hand and, without stopping, continued his way to Filtch who was ready to question him. He shoved both the quill and Umbridge's letter in the caretaker's hands. He did not wait for him to read it neither to respond. He returned to y/n and pulled her up by the arm.
"Hey!", Harry protested aggressively, "Don't grab her like that, Malfoy!"
"Shut up", Draco shot and wrapped his fingers around y/n's other arm. The hold seemed aggressive but he didn't squeeze his fist enough to hurt her. That was not his intention. Potter should know to shut his mouth, this was his fault.
He guided her outside the room and relaxed his grip. He moved his hand to her waist and pulled her closer. She had not said a word. He glanced at her eyes. They were examining him in shock. He did not blame them. He was shocked with himself too.
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"What are you doing?", you finally asked Draco as he guided you up another flight of stairs.
"What does it look like I'm doing?", he said, pulling you towards the infirmary and gentlyurging you to sit on one of the beds. "Pomphrey!", he cried a few times but soon gave up and muttered a couple of cuss words. "Why is no one here when you need them", he murmured as he scrumbled among the cabinets and drawers and found a gauze and some alcohol.
He took your hand in his and gently brushed his fingers over the wound. Your breath shook as your skin stung. He huffed in irritation and poured some of the alcohol on a piece of cotton.
"This stupid shit can't be healed with magic", he growled. He gave you a light kiss on the forehead before carefully dabbing the wet cotton over your wound, sterilizing it. You flinched, but he held your hand firmly in place until he finished his work. His eyes were focused on the task, but you could hear his breath catch in synchronization to yours.
Your eyes filled with tears, but it was not from pain. "Draco", you whispered.
"Please bear it, it'll be over in a sec", he said apologetically, as if in a hurry.
You placed your other hand over his. That was the only thing that managed to draw his gaze away from your wound. He slowly raised his head. Once he met your eyes, he immediately pulled you close and hid his face away again, this time behind your shoulder. You lost yourself in that embrace, your arms holding him close. The familiar scent of cologne and books filled your lungs, calming your racing heart.
"I'm so sorry", you wept, your fingers wrinkling his vest.
"Stop", he squeezed you, "don't say that again. Not ever.". He turned his head just enough to steal a kiss on your neck. "Just stay by my side", his voice trembled, "Stay with me"
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#draco#draco malfoy x reader#draco x reader#harry potter#harry potter imagine#harry potter fanfiction#draco malfoy#draci malfoy fanfiction#draco malfoy x you#malfoy x reader#malfoy x you
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basically which pairing out of these do you like best in a platonic context + which ones should be best friends with no romantic feelings involved
They don't have to be canonically friends of course. Headcanons are fully encouraged here
(n = and)
Some of these options are based on platonic rarepairs I commonly see online, some are just my own platonic rarepairs I like
#tmf poll#my polls#tmf#freakblr#rosyblr#the Music Freaks#tmf drew#drew tmf#drew#me personally i cant choose between dracy and dria :((
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Cringetober Day 1 : Heterochromia
I decided I'll try my best to follow @icryink 's cringetober 2023! Trying to get myself out of art block
I don't think there's any characters of mine that I remember who has classic Heterochromia, so I stretched it a liiiittle. Just a tad.
This girl is an old character I had in the back of my mind, Dracy! A girl who was cursed to slowly turn into a dragon, so she has a dragon eye and a normal human eye! It felt fun drawing her again after like, a good 7 years minimum.
#cringetober#cringetober 2023#digital art#artist on tumblr#my art#dragon girl#Dracy#my ocs#tw eyestrain#eye strain#<= I use a lot of bright colors so I rather be safe then sorry#she still does mean a lot to me... baby's first body horror girl
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Droey VS Dracy
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Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter TimeTurners regret happiness rate e, please
Finally found time to get words on page for this incredibly smutty Drarry piece. I can't believe this is only my second Drarry fic outside of some very, very old LiveJournal attempts thank you for giving me an excuse to write it!
TW: Harry does some nonconsensual creepin' that very quickly turns consensual.
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The fall of Voldemort brought many things with it, including an Eighth Year to Hogwarts. Harry had more coursework to make up than most of the students and because of that, he was issued his very own Time-Turner.
It was the stupid thing’s bloody fault he was in this mess to begin with. See, midway through the school year Harry stumbled upon something he shouldn’t have seen, wish he hadn’t seen, but now that he had seen it, he couldn’t get it out of his mind.
At ten o’clock every evening, when Harry knew most of the castle was asleep, he slipped from his bed and down to the common room. From a shadowed corner, he flipped the Time-Turner over and over until he got to the specific moment. The sleeping common room shifted and turned, until it stopped at an entirely too familiar moment in time.
The Night Everything Changed. It lit up like bold letters in his mind. He knew the trodden pathways well, and had memorized where everyone was weeks ago. Including, and specifically, Draco Malfoy.
He slipped around one corner, down a moving staircase that landed him exactly where he wanted to be: the dungeon level prefect bathroom. Harry checked the time and knew by now that if he slipped into the bathroom at just the right moment, the rush from the bathtub’s faucet would cover up the sounds of his entry.
Honestly, Harry couldn’t remember what first brought him to the bathroom weeks ago, but he knew what made him stay: pale skin in the moonlight, covered only in soap suds, sitting on the edge of the large bathtub, hand wandering down a lithe and now-familiar chest. It was the soft gasping moans that transfixed him, the way Malfoy--without even being in full view--could transform from enemy to erotic fixation. Harry’s cock twitched behind layers of fabric.
He knew these moments by heart, and had them fixed to his memory for a lifetime. And that’s how he knew tonight was different. Where there was usually a moan, Malfoy’s head thrown back in pleasure, tonight there was a heated laugh and Malfoy’s dark gaze fixed on the spot he hid. “Like what you see, Potter?”
Harry couldn’t move, could barely breathe, let alone respond. His interest twitched in his robes--the sight of Malfoy, naked and staring at him was a shock straight to his cock--but every other part of Harry froze.
“You’re not the only one with a Time Turner,” Malfoy continued. “Told my other self to bugger off tonight and let me come into the bathroom instead. Been waiting, since I caught you that first time.”
A whirl of thoughts flew through Harry’s mind: how long ago had ‘that first time’ been? When did Malfoy first find out? But, more importantly, why had he continued to let Harry watch. Was this a game? Was he about to be hexed?
But Malfoy didn’t look mad. Malfoy looked, well, beautifully aroused.
At a crossroads, Harry knew he could turn and run away. And he’d regret it forever. Instead, he took a shaky breath and stepped into the moonlight. Once in full view, Malfoy’s smirk morphed into an actual smile. A hand ran water and suds along his chest once more, while the other one wrapped back around his cock, stroking, while knowing fully well that Harry was watching.
Harry couldn’t help himself, he pressed his own palm over his robes, giving his aching cock some much needed pressure. Malfoy’s gaze dropped down to Harry’s hand, while speeding up the stroking rhythm of his own.
“I guess that’s a yes, then?” Malfoy did throw his head back and moan then, only it was unlike anything Harry had seen before, a full performance, just for Harry. “You do like what you see?”
Harry let out a shaky breath, thrusting into his own hand.
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “Answer me or I’ll stop.”
That was the last thing Harry wanted, so he nodded, a short, quick lowering of his chin.
Malfoy’s hand froze. “I can’t hear you, Potter.”
“I’m not the only one hard here, Malfoy.” Harry gritted his teeth. “But fine, yes, I…like what I’m seeing. Now will you continue or--”
Malfoy laughed, his hand returning, only this time with a lazy stroke. “I bet there’s a part of you that wishes your hands were on me. Maybe your mouth. Maybe you’d like me to step out of this bath and walk over to you and drop to my knees…”
Harry wanted to spell away his robes so badly, he had to call back a loose impulse of wandless magic. He needed the pressure of skin on skin, but also wanted to retain some level of self-control.
So of course, Malfoy upped the ante, spread his legs and started running fingers along a hole that Harry could barely make out in the dim bathroom, but still honed in Harry’s focus like a spotlight shining on it from the moon itself.
All remaining control vanished from Harry, he barely kept his magic in check because he didn’t need to spell away his robes, he was too busy making a complete mess out of them, coming from minimal pressure at the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes upon.
It was clear, Malfoy could tell exactly when he came. Harry could tell in the way Malfoy’s smile twisted into predatory delight. The way he didn’t stop staring at Harry as he stroked himself fast and stretched himself loose. With one final gasp and turn of his head, he followed Harry over the edge, coming in long lines over his chest, his hand, his thighs.
Harry’s mouth watered, followed quickly by a heavy curtain of shame and fear falling down over him. What had he just done? And with whom? Few people would ever call him a coward, but Malfoy would, and in this moment he’d be right.
Harry fled straight from the bathroom, all the way back to his bed.
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The next morning Harry woke up still aroused, visions of Malfoy inescapably plaguing him from the moment he slipped into consciousness. He spent the day battling away memories of the night before, trying to focus, and steadily avoiding Malfoy.
Until Charms.
They shared Charms, and Harry considered skipping it but his arousal had other plans, leading him like a beacon into Malfoy’s proximity.
Would he get punched? Hexed? Laughed at?
He didn’t make it into the classroom. Malfoy was leaning against the wall across from the entrance, knee bent with a foot on the stone, arms crossed. Harry pulse raced; no one should look that good covered in layers of Hogwarts robes. But Harry knew what those robes hid, what that face looked like when he came, how his heated laugh sounded as he stroked his cock.
“Malfoy,” Harry greeted.
A smirk in reply. But, Harry hadn’t been punched, hexed, or laughed at yet. Malfoy’s smirk went straight to his cock. “Potter.” Malfoy licked his lips and Harry couldn’t look away. A few students walked past them, eyeing them with curiosity. Malfoy ignored them and continued, “You left before I could give you my notes.”
“...Notes?”
“About our group project.”
Confusion flooded Harry but it was tinged with the beginning flutters of excitement, happiness even. Malfoy wasn’t going to hurt him or yell at him or shame him. Instead, Malfoy was going to proposition him.
Harry beamed. “Right, our group project.”
Malfoy tilted his head to an empty classroom at the end of the hall. “Meet me there after Charms.” The last of the students were walking into class, it was almost time for it to start. “If you want to keep working on the project together, of course.”
Then, Malfoy walked into their classroom, leaving Harry stunned, half-hard and buzzing with the prospect of what exactly they were getting themselves into.
It was nearly impossible to sit through Charms, but Harry managed. Barely.
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TOP 5 of Czech Baseball in 2022
TOP 5 of Czech Baseball in 2022 #baseballCzech #womensBaseball
Same as every year we take a look at the events of the previous season. Naturally, this is our personal opinion and we will be happy to hear yours. 5. Keeping 2 Spots in Champions Cup 1949 Parma defended Champions Cup title © Ladislav Svěnčík For the first time since only 8 teams played Champions Cup, Czech baseball had two teams in the mix, with Arrows Ostrava, and Draci Brno both aiming to…
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BRO WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED IN THE NEW SOLARBALLS EP. NO WAY THEY JUST. DUMPED ALL OF THAT ONTO US OUTTA NOWHERE. NEPTUNE BEING NORMAL AGAIN. JUPITER LOSING HIS MIND ANS SATURN TRYING HIS BEST. MERCURY AND HIS TRAUMA. EARTH PROBABLY GOING THROUGH ANOTHER ICE AGE AND MARS BEING THE SENSIBLE ONE YET AGAIN. AND THE SUN??? WELL THAT WAS SURE ANEW SIDE OF HIM.
Uranus was probably the only one okay with it while Venus was. Actually where was he?
Edit: also Neptune being British too really sells the whole Uranus and Neptune being cousins thing idk it's just silly and cute.
Also Neptune calling earth as "terra" hmm....I think that's was probably what proto-earth was called?
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Já: když jsem poprvé potkala anemo archona, ten měl zdivočelého draka
Já: když jsem poprvé potkala geo archona, byl to mrtvý drak
Já: už se nemůžu dočkat, až potkám třetího archona, jsem zvědavá, co ten drak bude dělat!
Sourozenec: třetí archon draka sežrala
Já: . . . co to kuva jako co prosím?! SežrALA?!
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M. Peksa -> full-time goalie, part-time model
#at least he was... been dwelling in the 4th league the past 2 seasons but he's got a couple of extraliga games to his name#draci šumperk#1. česká hokejová liga#(at the time)#.#m. peksa#(he really is a part-time model. did not make that up)
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Ngl if Charles Xavier ever mentioned deciding to add a nursery section to the X Manor, my insert and Logan would be fucking booking it cause "no no no no terrible idea AWFUL IDEA- where the hell is Erik so he can talk sense into you?"
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