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I noticed that I haven’t made it clear on this blog yet. Fuck racists, fuck sexists, fuck homophobes, fuck terfs, FUCK JKR. Fuck misanthropic people. Fuck people who blame every little problem in their miserable life on people who haven’t done a single bad thing to them. Fuck people who use the naivety and despair of people to pit them against minorities.

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Is there a Drarry fanfiction in which there is a parents day at Hogwarts where the parents watch how their kids do in class and Scorpius and Albus do everything together so Draco and Harry have to sit and do shit together and in potions the four of them somehow fuck up a potion so they all get bound together in a way that they have to be in close proximity all the time or they die or whatever so they have to live together until there’s an antidote and everyone’s like „I’m so sorry for you Harry/Draco“ cause they loath each other but while living together Harry sees how loving Draco is to Scorpius, hugging him and helping him and teaching him and reading him bedtime stories, and paying Kreacher (they are at Grimmauld Place since Harry has more children and that just makes it easier and Harry is ignorant towards elf enslavement ig) and Draco sees how Harry is playing with the boys and cooking them food and just treating them real good so they kinda fall in love with each other? Cause I need that. With all my heart. I need a detailed explanation of how much they hate doing shit together at Hogwarts (cheering their kids on for Quidditch, eating together and just spending time together), how they fight in potions and causing the accident, how they get scolded for it and how devastated they are to have to live together. And how Scorpius and Albus are so excited living together! And of course about how for example Harry sees Draco hug Scorpius and he feels this weird feeling and he doesn’t know what it is so he thinks he’s disgusted but it’s obviously attraction. You know? Plus points for adding Lucius somewhere in there in a way that doesn’t paint him as the most evil bastard, just you know, the Canon annoying, spineless, but still family loving, „my family is too good for you, but I love my son even though he’s annoyingly obsessed with you so whatever“ kind of way.

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Am done. I swear to god, I feel like my art style changes with every drawing and I’m not sure if I like that.

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I’m currently really depressed and I put a lot of time in this weird universe I’m working on for so so many years but I really had to do something else for a while.

So to honor the soul reaver remake here is some Raziel x Kain in their fresh vampire fledgling form.

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Nothing is more erotic than the rivalry between two men written by a woman.

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Had to get this outta my head.

What if Draco had his mommas hair and is bleaching/glamouring the black parts to look more like his father? (Embarrassingly he forgot to do it while his life was falling apart so everyone found out. (The Weasley’s knew from the start, don’t ask))

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Potion Gone Wrong 🧪

It started with a contraceptive potion. Narcissa brewed it every month in the secluded quiet of Malfoy Manor, a task as mundane as choosing the day’s tea blend. Lucius never concerned himself with such trivialities, too engrossed in Ministry affairs to consider any potential danger. Until the day everything changed.

The crash had been his first warning. The sharp sound of shattering glass, followed by the hiss of vapour escaping into the air, and Narcissa’s scream, high-pitched and alarmed. Lucius had dashed into the room, wand in hand. He expecting chaos—perhaps an overturned cauldron or some minor explosion. What he found, however, was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

There, amidst the dissipating smoke, stood someone unrecognizable. A man. Towering, broad-shouldered, with jet-black curls spilling down his back; his appearance resembled that of an ancient Greek statue of some long-forgotten deity. 

"N-Narcissa?" Lucius’ voice faltered as he stared, disbelief rooting him to the spot.

The figure blinked, equally wide-eyed, and with a rich, deep, rumbling voice that resonated through the room, replied, “I believe I made a miscalculation.”

Miscalculation didn’t begin to cover it. Narcissa had transformed entirely. She had grown from a petite five foot two to an imposing figure well over six feet tall, all sinew and strength. Her pale blonde locks, once sleek and immaculate, had darkened into a wild cascade of black curls. Her robes hung awkwardly over her new muscular frame, threads straining against the transformation. The sight of her was both unsettling and, inexplicably, captivating.

Lucius, trying to maintain his composure, swallowed hard and managed to rasp out, “I… I see.”

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The hardest moments came at night.

Lucius lay stiffly at the edge of their bed, his body rigid and his nightshirt uncomfortably clingy against his skin. He could hear Narcissa—well, Narcissus now—shifting behind him. The man who had once been his little, delicate wife now took up more than half the bed, with broad shoulders and a new imposing height that made Lucius feel unnervingly small. 

He dared not turn around. Not tonight. His cheeks were already burning from the memory of the previous morning; waking up to Narcissus being entirely way too close. It was something that had made his stomach twist and his heart race in a way that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Come here, love,” Narcissus murmured, her deep voice a gentle rumble. “I miss you.”

Lucius froze. “I’m right here.”

“Not close enough,” Narcissus whined, and before Lucius could protest, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into her embrace.

Lucius sputtered. “Stop manhandling me like—like some… some common troll ! This is entirely undignified.”

“Shh,” Narcissus hummed, his breath warm against Lucius’ ear. “You like it.”

“I most certainly do not —”

“Liar.”

Lucius scowled into the darkness, his heart betraying him with its rapid pace. He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to sleep. But the sensation of Narcissus’ arm curling around his waist, the heat of his chest against Lucius’ back, the solid weight of him that was both foreign and… maddeningly comforting.

He hated how he enjoyed it. He hated that Narcissus was right.

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As the sunlight brightened their room the next day, Lucius swallowed hard, trying to ignore the morning wood pressing against his lower back, and the confusing swirl of emotions that came with it. Was it fear? Was it something else entirely? He could hardly think straight. 

Narcissus was everything Lucius had never wanted in a partner: muscular, big, undeniably male. But in those quiet moments, when he was pulled close, when Narcissus’ breath tickled the back of his neck—he felt safe. And that frightened him more than anything.

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Days turned to weeks. Tension simmered between them like a potion on the verge of boiling over. Lucius kept his distance, burying himself in Ministry affairs and clinging to his routines like a lifeline. It all came to a head one evening.

“Cissa, you wouldn’t believe the incompetence I’m surrounded by,” Lucius snapped as he stepped into the drawing room, his voice sharp with irritation. “Fudge is an utter imbecile, the Aurors are barely literate, and the paperwork—” He broke off, waving a hand in frustration as he poured himself a drink.

He didn’t notice the way Narcissus was watching him, her dark eyes fixed on the exposed line of Lucius’ collarbone where his shirt was undone.

“Lucius,” Narcissus said, his voice softer than expected, but no less commanding. Lucius turned, startled. Before he could reply, Narcissus crossed the room in a few long strides. Without a word, he reached out, his hand cupping Lucius’ cheek.

“What—” Lucius’ protest was cut short as Narcissus leaned in, their faces mere inches apart.

“I’ve been patient,” Narcissus murmured, his voice low, deep and intimate. “But I miss you. I miss us. Please, forgive me for what I'm about to do.” Suddenly, in one swift motion, she grabbed Lucius, lifting him effortlessly and tossing him over her shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?!” Lucius shrieked, his pale hair spilling over his face as he squirmed.

“I’ve waited long enough,” Narcissus growled, striding toward their bedroom. “You’re mine, Lucius, and I’m going to remind you of that.”

“Put me down!” Lucius huffed, although his protests lacked conviction. He was too preoccupied with the way Narcissus’ hand held his thigh so firmly, so confidently.

By the time they reached the bed, Lucius had stopped struggling. As he was unceremoniously dropped onto the mattress, he glared up at Narcissus, trying to summon his indignation. But then Narcissus leaned in—close enough that Lucius could feel the heat radiating from him—and kissed him. It was rough, demanding, and entirely overwhelming.

And, for the first time, Lucius allowed himself to stop running.

⚠️ Smut on chapter 2 ⚠️

This is a gift to the lovely @vawobefanart 💕 I really hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for encouraging me to post it :)

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Found a professor who is really interested in the theme for my master‘s thesis, so I got excited and drew some assets.

I really like this board game, I hope I’ll do it justice :)

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I have lots of respect for every artist who draws normal sized cocks.

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Roughest idea I’ve ever had:

Draco and Ron having some sort of orgy with their respective girlfriends (Hermione & Pansy/Astoria(idk)) and Harry (Probs the girls idea). And the girls are all over Harry, and Ron and Draco are just hanging around like:

Ron: thats not what I had in mind…

Draco: …

Draco: …….

Draco: do you wanna fuck me? /////

Ron: ……..

Ron: sure, why not. /////

Extremely rough sketch beneath cut

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Quick fanfic idea dump:

After school Harry, Draco and everyone live like they do „in canon“ BUT when Voldemort lives at the manor, Dracos mother (and maybe Severus and Lucius) used some dark magic, so that IF Draco dies, he’ll get revived.

So… Draco doesn’t die. He lives his life, gets Scorpius, his wife dies, blah blah blah.

Then, 2020 he does die! Of some sort of sickness. And he does get revived! But at the age of 15 (the age he was, when Narcissa used the spell). And he only got the memories from when he was still 15. For him it’s like 1996-2020 did not happen. So he needs to go back to Hogwarts. And he’s gonna meet James Sirius Potter. And he’s gonna fall in love. And I don’t know shit about James, but I know that he’s gonna fall in love with Draco. Because he’s also had a crush on Draco when he was an adult anyway. And Scorpius is gonna be like „What the fuck, that’s my dad, dude.“ and Albus is gonna be like „What the fuck, that’s our fathers nemesis, dude.“ and it’s gonna be hilarious. And Harry’s gonna be so confused and overwhelmed when he finds out, when James brings Draco home for the holidays.

Bonus points for making it Omegaverse. There’s (almost) nothing better than Omega Draco.

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I can’t believe I’m almost done with my masters degree in computer science… and what do I do with it? I make programs of my overly complex silly little board games because they are too complicated to remember every fucking step of the game such simple games that programming them is sooooooo easy q.q :)

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Deadpool x Wolverine is giving Hidan x Kakuzu

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Tumblr chill! I klicked on one(1) fucking Miku post, stop suggesting me more!! How many fucking times do I have to tell you I’m not interested. Just stop.

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Hello 🩷🩷🩷

Can you please draw Draco in a crop top and with a bellybutton piercing (or waist beads) 🙏🏼 thanks!!!

Love your art btw <3

I totally can! here ya go :) went for a smoother style today :)

I hope it’s what you were looking for. I went for the waist beads since my version of Draco wouldn’t get something as ‘rebellious’ as a piercing. He ain’t a goody-two-shoes but he wouldn’t do anything his parents could find out easily.

Seems like Lockhart has an underwear label now lulz. And obviously he also commercialises pride month. How could he not.

Bonus (Reactions) under the cut:

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I miss becoming friends with online strangers by drawing each others OCs 🥲

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Is 2024 too late for an Akatsuki Mafia AU? Probably. But I felt like drawing it anyway.