animal coat

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I decided to update my Mayor’s outfit, all ready for the snowy storm tomorrow! I found lots of lovely duffle coats designs, and lots of nice jumpers with scarfs.. but none that had both, so I made my own and I love how it turned out!             ( ノ^ω^)ノ゚ It matches really cutely with the blue pompom hat too c’:

I wanted to put up the QR code for it so other people to be able to wear it too! I’ve never put up a design of my own before so it’s kinda exciting!

More colours can be found HERE by the way! (。・ω・。)

❅ ❆ Happy Winter Holidayys! ❆ ❅

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I now remember why I don’t make these very often x_x They take forever to make and I had to keep going back to fix stuff that wasn’t lining up right.

Anyways, I wanted to make an open raincoat just as something cute for my mayor to wear, and figured I might as well share it. It features the leaf symbol as patches on the sleeves, and the animal crossing background pattern is on the shirt with a button up denim skirt. Enjoy! (Just don’t claim it as your own design please.)

This adorable winter coat is great for the holiday season! It’s pink and white and is line with fur it also has a hoodie on the back with bunny ears!

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If this is your QR code please notify me with your original source and I will full credit you, I do not claim this as my own.

Blind Date | Draco Malfoy

Summary: Reader’s friend sets her up to a blind date on Valentine’s Day, and as she arrives to the Three Broomsticks, she gets a big surprise.

Warnings: usage of (Y/F/N) – stands for “Your friend’s name”

A/N: Happy late Valentine’s Day ♡


“Come on, now. It can’t be that bad!” (Y/F/N) said as she pulled on (Y/N)’s arm, basically dragging her through the Hogsmeade’s entrance.

“Oh, yes! Because setting me up to a blind date isn’t an awful idea!” she spat back in annoyance.

It was Valentine’s Day, and as any other Valentine’s Day there had ever been, (Y/N) was spending it alone. Seeing as (Y/F/N) had gotten a partner herself already, they couldn’t really hang out anymore on such date, since (Y/N) made an awful third wheel –a very grumpy and spoiled one. So that was when (Y/F/N)’s partner came up with the brilliant idea that they should set up the girl to a blind date, allowing the couple to spend their good time alone.

“Really, (Y/N), he’s not that bad!”

As they walked past Honeydukes, the girl in the rather uncomfortable situation huffed and stomped her foot on the vanishing snow that lay on the ground.

“Who is it, then?” she asked.

“Well, well, well –if I told you it wouldn’t be a blind date anymore.” (Y/F/N) winked. (Y/N) groaned and pulled herself together as her friend began dragging her again towards the Three Broomsticks, where she and her “Secret Valentine” were supposed to meet.

As they finally approached the main door to the local, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how crowded it seemed to be, and how most of the customers were snogging or being all touchy –if not all of them.

(Y/N) turned violently to glare at her friend, and through gritted teeth, she said “You owe me.”

“You can thank me later.” her friend said as she patted her on the shoulder and began to leave. “Oh! By the way, don’t forget the red peonies!”

As (Y/F/N) waved an excited goodbye, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and proceeded to enter the bar. The smell of butterbeer and a certain strong fragrance flooded through her nostrils as soon as she placed her foot inside, making her feel warm and dizzy at the same time. She fiddled with her fingers as she looked for someone who could assist her; she was a bit lost, after all. All she knew was that she had to find the bloody red peonies.

Hesitantly, she took a step forward and began to walk across the place, searching for the red peonies on every table. As she passed the fifth table with the lilac flowers, she grew slightly nervous and glanced around anxiously. And then, on the corner of her eye –she saw them.

The red peonies were sitting peacefully at the top of a circular table all the way to the back, in a comfy and inviting corner. Feeling her shoulders relax, she walked towards the table and sat down in the chair against the wooden wall. Taking off her scarf, she roamed the room with her eyes, waiting for her blind date to arrive.

“I’ll kill you, (Y/F/N).” she muttered to herself.

Ten minutes had passed and (Y/N) still sat by herself on the lonely corner of the Three Broomsticks. She kept playing with her hair, and then her scarf, and back to her hair again as she thought heavily. Was her date going to show up? Had she been stood up? Should she leave?

Just as she pondered on her options, the main door opened and she glanced up, maybe for the fifth time she had arrived. A blond boy, wearing black clothes and a confused look had entered the bar. Draco Malfoy.

(Y/N) decided it was best to ignore him, and keep waiting for her date at least ten more minutes, when, suddenly, she looked up again and saw Draco centimeters away from her table.

“Oh no,” she groaned as the boy looked over at her and stopped at the table.

“(Y/N)?” he asked with a hint of surprise.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” she automatically said in defense. Nonetheless, her narrowed eyes widened as she saw the boy sigh, to then take of his scarf and sit in front of her.

“It seems you’re sitting in my date’s seat, apparently.” he said, his eyes fixed on the table until he cast a glance at her.

(Y/N) was speechless, and as she moved her mouth like a fish gasping for air, all that she managed to croak out was “You?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised.” Draco smirked, leaning back on the chair. “I think it was a bit obvious, don’t you?”

“How come?” she asked, still puzzled.

“Well, (Y/F/N) is dating my best friend, so it was no wonder they would do this, either just to mess with us or have a good laugh.”

As the boy stared at her intensely, he waited for her answer, but she still looked as though she had seen Severus Snape wearing khakis for the first time ever. Instead, she didn’t gave him an answer as she raised her finger awkwardly.

“Madame Rosmerta? Two butterbeers, please.”


It was now past 5 and Draco and (Y/N) still sat at their table in the corner. As soon as (Y/N) had downed her first butterbeer, she had finally loosened up and was capable of holding a conversation with the one and only Draco Malfoy, who wasn’t as awful as she thought he was. He was actually a pretty fun person, and nice to hang out with. It didn’t seem like it when he was around his gang.

As the clock stroked six, the candles began warming up the place, making it comfier than it seemed when they entered. They now sat side by side, whispering secrets to each other and laughing at certain people.

“Why would he wear such a hideous green bowler hat?”

“Where did she get a furry purple animal to make her coat?”

As they continued, (Y/N) suddenly watched Madame Rosmerta looking at them with a desperate look in her eyes.

“I think she’s tired of us.” she whispered into Draco’s hair, which was now awfully close to her chin.

Draco glanced slightly to his side to see the woman, but he didn’t want to move. He was too comfortable smelling the sweet vanilla perfume on (Y/N)’s neck. Nonetheless, he moved inches away from her neck, to be inches away from her face. They stared at each other in silence, not daring to move. Perhaps it was because they were too shy; perhaps it was because they hadn’t expected the date to go so well. Perhaps it was because they didn’t know if the other would react well.

“I think we should leave now.” Draco said, his smile softening as he pulled back and sat straight, fishing for money in his pockets.

(Y/N) cleared her throat awkwardly as she reached into her pockets too, only to be stopped by Draco.

“I’ve got this.” he said as he placed the galleons on the table. He stood up and threw his scarf around his shoulder just before grabbing the girl’s hand and helping her up.

They didn’t say anything as they walked out, with their finger intertwined tightly.

They stepped out into the cold, only to notice the white snow falling in the dusky night, decorating the locals and the stone street with its yellow lights. (Y/N) looked up momentarily, until she looked back at Draco to find him staring at her.

“I had a good time.” he said sincerely.

“Me too.” she breathed, and once again, they were stuck in the same situation of not knowing what to do. Suddenly, Draco stepped forward, and in a matter of seconds, his lips were touching hers, so tenderly and cautiously, like it was something forbidden, something he was afraid to wreck.

He pulled away slowly, and yet it felt too fast. And as he walked backwards, muttering a “see you around” to then turn around and leave, (Y/N) stood still, under the falling snow, her fingers now traveling to her face and touching her lips.