We are blessed everyday by millions of artists taking their time out to write fanfiction, draw fanart, make edits etc. These people take their precious time and spend it trying to make us happy
They do not have to do this. They do it because they want to not because they have too but those feelings of passion soon turns into feelings of obligation as more, often ungreatful, demands come in.
So be kind. Appreciate your artists. Leave kudos/likes on fanfiction or dabbles whether it’s 90 words or 90,000, 1 chapter or 100. Write comments on fanart saying how much you love their style and how they chose to portray the characters is something to be loved. Say please and be kind when requesting more/certain styles from artists and say thank you to every single one who fills out those requests. Pay for a work of art occasionally to support someone paying bills - and NEVER complain about how they should “be doing this for free” bc they need to make a living somehow. Don’t be stupid.
Be kind to artists because I can’t tell you how many times one of my favourite artists has deleted all their accounts with no announcement of where they’re going because people have become hostile and ungreatful and made their passion into an inconvenience.
Treat them with respect, love, patience, appreciation and gratitude. It literally costs you nothing to do that.
A little progress shot of a piece I started before school consumed all of my free time. RIP me.
I feel like if you asked Draco why he’s so in love w Harry, he’d just silently show you this picture and you’d understand.
Step 1 : A light kiss on the nose should be enough
a quick doodle to figure out if the sensitivity of my tablet is working correctly again. Turns out it´s not, my lines still end up edgy and crooked. Is there a Wacom intuos pro out there who might know how to help me? :´(
Outside, people talked. Whispered. They all knew someone was there.
There, with Harry Potter.
Draco wished they knew it was him. How he’d made Harry shiver beneath him, how Harry had pressed him against the mattress. He wanted all of them to hear his name coming out in between gasps for air from their saviors’ mouth. And the way Harry’s name became his prayer the night before.
Draco wanted Harry’s kisses tattooed on his skin and the bruises to burn everyone elses. A throbbing reminder of how he’d felt when Harry pushed in.
But at the same time, Draco didn’t want anyone to know. That Harry had a sweet spot in his inner thighs and when Draco kissed him there the boy melted. That Harry didn’t know how to go slow and Draco had to pin his arms down and take control just so Harry could breath in relief. Or that Harry kissed so deeply, gave himself away so fully that Draco feared someone else would take him away from him.
Jealousy coiled in Draco’s stomach just from the thought of someone else seeing Harry right that moment, on top of him, sleeping peacefully and completely vulnerable.
When Harry’s lips touched his chest some time later, a sleepy smile taking form, Draco wasn’t ready to meet those eyes yet.
It was out of his control. He had to reach out and cup Harry’s face like that, bring their lips together slowly, kiss him like nothing else mattered.
‘Morning’ his voice came out weakly once they parted. They stayed there, close enough for Harry to give Draco small kisses one after the other without even having to lean closer. The whispers filling the room were more intense now, right behind Harry’s thick bed curtains.
Guessing the Muffliato they’d cast the night before had probably worned out, Draco eyed Harry hoping the other would understand the question in his eyes. Harry smiled again and whispered in Draco’s right ear, so quietly he knew no one else would be able to hear his words but him.
‘We don’t owe them anything’
It hit Draco what it meant for them. What it meant for Harry Potter to love Draco Malfoy and choose not to care if the world approved it or not. Harry gave him that wide, infuriating smile that could brighten the whole room before straddling Draco’s hips. The Gryffindor flame was there before he could process what he was doing.
I’ve been thinking about high school drarry for a while and then pillowcasey was like “HIGH SCHOOL AU” and then she was like “DRACO IN HARRY’S FOOTBALL JACKET” and I was like “do you want to kill me or was that unintentional”
So Harry forgot his jacket at Draco’s place on purpose last night, and Draco put it on and completely outed their relationship also on purpose, but he would never admit to that