Pull on your seven-league boots! At long last, my Drarry re-imagining of Howl's Moving Castle will begin posting tomorrow, February 27! There are six meaty chapters (a total of about 60K words), completely written, edited, and ready to roll out. New installments will post on Tuesdays and Fridays. For those of you who prefer to wait for the whole enchilada, the final chapter will arrive on March 15.
Featuring: Harry as Sophie/Draco as Howl, a sassy house-elf apprentice, a Fire Demon who needs to make a bargain, a witch with a grudge, a house that floats in a cloud, some displaced spiders, and one very hairy disaster.
I hope you'll join me for the adventure!
It’s just the messy hair (would run his hands on it), those ugly forest-green eyes (would stare at them all day) and his towering savior title that made him look taller. Really.
Previous Harry was supposed to be this but the beard and long hair just spilled out. Your reactions were lovely (and quite feral), and I share the same sentiment, folks. I really do.
☆ Happy Holidays from the fam! ☆
Phoenix, this has been a cotton-candy dream. Thank you for banging on my door so I could do my first ficbind collab with you. Brainstorming on discord and over our mood board is one thing but seeing it in completion is another level of sparkling-eye emojis.
This is me returning to the comment section and hitting a thousand kudos/screaming all my bookmarked excerpts back at you, @garagepaperback.
PS. @phoenixortheflame bts process, yes!! incoherent feels over the fic and ‘hmm, okay draco’s hair has a part as a spoiler alert.
Dust jacket and end paper art by: @kk1smet Typeset and bound by: me, @phoenixortheflame.
“Pride must suffer pain.” - Hans Christian Andersen A fairytale retelling featuring: barnacles, pine trees and coarse beaches in Maine, a heart-attack, hair-pulling, fireworks, and loving someone whether or not it's enough, whether or not there's a real chance to.
When I first read isn't a kingdom, it was still anon as part of this year's HD Hurt/Comfort Fest, but I knew - I just knew - it was the work of Silly Goose Supreme @garagepaperback, and the next thing I knew I was banging on her front door (DMs) to scream about the puddle - ney, salty tide pool - she hath reduced me to.
At the same time, I was banging on @kk1smet's door, because while I had already decided I was going to bind the fic, getting an artist to collab with me on the project would be not only a super fun way to spend my time, but also be the thing to make garage fully lose her mind.
Two months later, and garage has finally received her copy of the bound fic (!!!!!!!).
A few details on the bind:
This was my first time doing a lot of things, like using colour in the typeset, gold foiling, and hand-sewing the end bands (shout out to @maleekamolscreates for holding my hand through the latter).
I'm really happy with the final bind - and how everything came together so beautifully. I might share a bit of the BTS of the collaborative process between @kk1smet and me, if that's something y'all would be interested in. It was really fun and energizing to jam on this with someone, and I could not have asked for a better collaborator. Thank you, K!
“Praise for” quotes from: @mintawasalreadytaken @vukovich @ghaniblue @kamaela @mallstars
You’ve created and shared something so, so beautiful, and so devastating.
You owe us tissues. Lots of tissues. I ugly sobbed and had to remind myself I have the ability to breathe.
Harry's hand lingered a little longer on the scarf, even after Draco had released his wrist. He wanted to know everything Draco knew, so he asked,
"What colour is the scarf?"
"Purple," Draco replied, "dark purple, like a plum or a violet."
"Purple," Harry echoed.
Harry touched the colour, trying to etch the feel of purple into his fingers, before his hand reached down and brushed against Draco's soft skin: his cheekbones, his cheeks, his jaw. Harry nodded and returned to his shirt, pulling it off with one hand while keeping the other on Draco's face to make sure he didn't remove the scarf.
"I won't take it off, I promise," Draco whispered.
For some reason, it was one of the few promises Harry knew he could trust. He withdrew his hand from the scarf. His T-shirt was on the floor, and now they were both exposed only to each other's touch.
From The Boy from the Piano Shop, chapter 11
I needed to remind myself that this is a drarry blog
me, after any minor inconvenience: the first thing that happened was theodore nott came back from france
touch starved harry and practiced casualness draco is nailed, taped, stapled, laminated, into my brain.
scene from: 9-1/2 Days by magpie_fngirl!
when ppl are like oh Draco is so hot I’m like ❓❓❓ that scraggly wet rat of a man? That torn umbrella with an attitude problem? That angry little peacock hatchling? You think he’s hot??
Harry gets special dispensation on that tho. Harry is like ohh my god? He is so pretty 🙈🫣🤭 and everyone else is like 🙃
Another submission for Draw Drarry Badly Challenge 2024 because I'm avoiding real work =v='
Someone is going to have to buy take away tonight (they don't seem to complain though).
it’s k and i kinda draw art on ao3 | sketches here and on twthink it’s a faulty askbox
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