Art For A Fic - Blog Posts
I just read The Ballad of Himawari by Demyrie and had to sketch this because I loved this idea and could not leave it without at least a sketch.
Art for "foot, meet mouth“ By jonphaedrus on AO3. ♥
Go read, it’s super cute!
EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ART I GOT!!!!
Don't listen to Cyn when she says it's not perfect, because it very much is!
I love the art and I enjoyed working together for the bang a lot, even if it has been a while since.
(also, please go read Cyn's fics too, I am obsessed and her AUgust works are a big part of why I started writing Dumpster Bros in the first place)
HOLY COW I MEANT TO POST THIS MONTHS AGO This is art for @42donotpanic's fic Seeing the Darkness - Hearing the Silence! We were paired together for the Marvel Rare Pair Big Bang and I completely forgot to post the art after... so at this point it's just fan art for this incredible story!! It's not my proudest piece, this story deserves something a lot better, but I hope it still captures a bit of the concept! (please go read the fic, I love everything that 42 writes with these characters, they are utterly fantastic and know the characters so well!!)
Thought I’d post this Harry separately. No. You cannot tell how fond I am of isn’t a kingdom Harry by @garagepaperback.
Glue your eyes on the screen (like me) when you check out my (precious!) fairy-dusted ficbind collab with the multi-talented and amazing @phoenixortheflame here.
wanted to paint this neater but resorted to feels™️ and hopefully i did a nice job putting all the energy of this lobster slander scene + what @mintawasalreadytaken described as #Harry sturdier than an oak tree you can’t stop fantasizing about calling Daddy (ngl i saw the tag/s i clicked with lightning speed)
Reblogging with the dust jacket & endpaper artworks for this ficbind collab ♡
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.
Bound: isn't a kingdom by @garagepaperback
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
To Be Punished (M, 1k)
Fic by me
I wrote a fic for a discord challenge: Outsider POV. Read below or on AO3
Tags:
POV Outsider, Major Character Death, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Angst and Tragedy, Hallucinations, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Auror Harry Potter, Sad Ending
Summary:
An Azkaban guard bears witness to Draco and Harry and all that stands between them.
***
Inmate #227: D. Malfoy. High Risk. 24-hour guard. No visitors.
Don’t interact with the inmate. That was one of the first things she’d been told during training. She was to stand guard, silent and alert. She was not to engage.
—
“What the fuck did you do that for?” Harry Potter spat. He was angrier than she’d ever seen him in the papers.
He wasn’t a visitor. He was here on ‘official Auror business.’
Malfoy lay in his cot, staring at the ceiling. He’d been that way since he’d arrived, straight from his trial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb. I was there!” The wards stretching between them shuddered.
“I’m not sure why you’re asking me about it, then.”
“I want to know why. We had a plan. You didn’t just stray from it, you blew it up. With wandless fucking magic!”
Malfoy sat up, turned. “They insulted her! You know how I—I couldn’t control it.”
“They’re gonna use this to jack up your sentence. All that work we did—”
—
Malfoy’s sentencing hearing lasted no more than 15 minutes. Two Aurors escorted him back to his cell. Harry Potter, pale and unsteady, wasn’t far behind.
“Draco, I—”
“Twenty years,” Malfoy said. His voice shook.
“It’s okay, I’m going to fix this. I’m gonna get Hermione and I—we’re gonna fix this.”
Malfoy laughed. “You’re an idiot, Potter.”
—
Harry Potter visited every few weeks. Today, he vibrated with fevered enthusiasm. She watched his steps as he paced in front of the cell.
“There’s heaps of evidence of corruption, not just in the Wizengamot. With the right angle, Hermione thinks we can build a really strong case. Maybe—Draco, are you listening to me?”
“No.”
—
“No luck?” Malfoy was leaning against the wall, picking his nails. He seemed unconcerned, but she knew better. He’d paced in his cell right up to the minute Harry had stepped through the door.
“I don't know why you're so smug about it.”
“Even the Boy Who Lived can't save the poor teenage Death Eater.”
Harry ran the toe of his boot along the stone floor.
“Twenty years Draco. I'm not sure I can—”
“I'm not asking you to.”
—
“I dreamt about that night on the rooftop, when we—”
“Oh.” A small private smile flickered across Harry’s face.
She started to wonder if it really was Auror business he was here for.
“I think you should stop coming by, Harry.”
—
It had been a few months, but Harry came back. It seemed he couldn’t keep away.
Draco’s voice was sharp. “What are you doing here, I told them I didn't want—”
“I paid off the guards.”
A scoff. “Of course.”
Harry stepped closer to the barrier. “You look—have you been sleeping?”
Draco laughed, shifting his gaze to her as if they shared an inside joke.
—
“They agreed to a hearing,” Harry exclaimed.
She hadn’t seen Draco get out of his cot for 72 hours. Today was no exception.
“Well, aren't you pleased?” Harry prompted.
“I have no feelings about it one way or another.”
—
“I saw Mother last night.” Draco’s eyes were puffy. Her colleague had said he’d been crying all night.
“Oh.”
“This place, Harry. I need to get out.”
Harry tugged his maroon robes.
“I'm so sorry. They upheld the decision.”
Draco put his head in his hands.
—
“I saw Mother again. He was there, too.”
“I'm sorry. Let's talk about something happy.”
“Happy?”
“Christmas. At The Manor? You remember, we tried to make gingerbread?”
A soft chuckle, “Oh yes, that was…”
—
“I can’t stop the dreams. I could never—the only time they stopped was when we—”
“I know,” Harry rested his forehead against the barrier. “Gods, I wish I could hold you.”
The dementors were gone, but the infection they’d left behind was vicious. She wondered if she should log an incident report. Nightmares were an early sign.
—
Draco had been pacing and muttering for hours before Harry arrived.
“Draco.”
“I’ve still got that twelve inch charms essay to finish.”
“Draco, it’s me. Harry.”
Draco kept pacing.
“Will you look at me?”
Draco did. “I miss you.”
—
“Mother visited last night,”
“Oh really?”
“She says hello.”
“Well, that’s nice of her.”
—
“Harry, I keep seeing him. I keep—I don’t want to go back there.”
“I know.”
“I’m scared.”
“I know. It’s okay. I’m gonna fix this.”
She felt it was rather unfair of Harry to give him false hope.
—
“We’re going to keep trying, I’m not giving up.”
“It’s okay, Harry.”
A strangled sound. “No. Don’t—”
“At least we got those months. That’s more than I ever…” Draco pressed a hand against the barrier, and the gesture seemed like a declaration.
“Don’t,” Harry whispered, a plea.
—
“I wish we’d had more time,” Harry said.
Draco laughed.
“Draco, what are you—”
“They took away my bedframe. I have no sheets.” He kept laughing.
—
Draco’s hair was matted. He’s been refusing to shower.
“Potter, what are you doing? You can't be here.”
“Draco—”
“He’ll be here any second. My Aunt, she called him—”
“We’re not at—”
“No! Harry, you have to get out. You have to win. Please. Go.”
“Okay, Draco. I’ll go.”
Harry hadn’t let her see him cry, until then.
—
“Harry.” Draco sat pressed right up against Harry, touching, if not for the magic weaved between them. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”
“I know.” Harry’s voice was small, kind. “I won’t ask you to.”
“In a different life, do you think—” Draco’s face crumpled. She had to look away.
Harry rubbed his eyes repeatedly. “Yes, love. In any life.”
—
He wasn’t a next-of-kin, nor a registered visitor, so he hadn't been notified.
He arrived as usual, glasses askew.
She hadn’t been trained for this.
“Mr. Potter.”
“Where is he? Have you moved him?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
His green eyes dulled as he collapsed onto the floor. She wondered then, as the hero’s sobs rent the air, who this place punished more.