Gift for @drew-winchester Hope you like it! Sorry, my style is a mess ; v ;
Your style is absolutely beautiful and perfect 💗💗💗 I’ve been admiring it for a moment and I never thought I’d be blessed with a picture of Neville and Audrey drawn by you TvT It’s so pretty. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart 💗
I am in love with this picture 💗 I woke up to it and still can’t believe my eyes! Thank you so, so much 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
A birthday gift for my dearest @drewwinchester 💕🌸 Because I am so thankful to be blessed with a sister like you. Celebrate your birthday with maximum happiness! You always deserve the best, sweetie. 💞🌸 Drawn by @k.leori 💕
Pancakes and Blueberries - A story I wrote for my sweet friend @drew-winchester ❤️
Since it’s Neville Longbottom’s birthday today, I thought it’s the best opportunity to upload this little writing of mine. 🎉
✨Link to the story on Wattpad -> here!✨
✨Link to my AO3 -> here!✨
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Audrey & Neville, enjoying some ice cream 🍨 at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour ☀️
For my sweetest friend @drew-winchester , love you tons! 💕💜
drawn by DragonPinatas on Twitter 💕
Commission for @drew-winchester of their character Rey and Neville Longbottom.
This couple is one of the cutest thing ever
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Hey !
Voici un texte offert à @drew-winchester. J’ai adoré imaginer ce qui pouvait arriver à Rey lors de cette septième et terrible année à Poudlard.
Enjoy ! <3
💗💗💗 J’aime tellement, merci encore de tout cœur !! 🌸
For @drew-winchester and @haleth – normally I’d go more traditional and write a ghost story for Yule, but it’s been a tough year and I thought it best to be wholesome instead :3
And, I got inspiration from recent posts! So I hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful holiday season!
A great fire burned in the hearth; orange tongues dancing and rising up from logs enchanted to burn for weeks on end. Karazhan’s great hall had been decorated to magnificence, with ribbons and streamers and great pine trees with baubles and lights–
The staff of apprentice mages had already gone off to their respective corners of Karazhan to relax and read and look through the gifts they got. In the great hall, amidst the library stacked with endless tomes, one particular tree stood by the hearth, smaller but somehow the brightest in festivity. A large fuzzy rug had been set down on the cobblestone, and in front of the fire, two couches had grown extremely comfortable and well-worn.
The morning’s jubilation had died down to a humming sweetness. Khadgar silently thanked the Gods that Anaël and Avalon had outgrown getting up at the crack of dawn and tugging on their sleeping parents to see what Greatfather Winter had gotten them. In fact, Perry had giggled to Khadgar as they’d gotten up that morning, it was now the parents who had to pounce and rouse their children!
They’d all gotten up in a timely fashion, prepared themselves as much as they wanted, and gone down to see a set of presents miraculously transported under their Winter’s Veil tree where last night there’d been none. Despite being “adults” now, Anaël and Avalon had both squealed with joy and rushed down the large stairs to the couches and the gifts. Khadgar smiled, shaking his head and looking over to Perry, about to ask if she wanted him to get tea–
–only to have her tugging on his arm excitedly too to rush to them.
The gift-giving had been marvelous; few as the gifts had been to each of them, they were all dearly longed-for items. Robes, stuffed critters, reagents enchanted to be ten times more useful–and to regenerate once used up, candies, chocolates, fictional books, non-fiction books, a new set of arcane tomes for Anaël, a new chi-conducting staff for Avalon–they all found exactly what they wanted.
Khadgar lulled back on the couch, smiling softly and watching his family. In a few hours, they’d have to start tidying up; Karazhan hosted a party of most of the mages throughout the whole continent, if they could make it, and had ever since the Council of Six had approached Khadgar with the idea a few years back. He’d deliberated, but said yes; it gave everyone another chance to mingle and chat and be merry, regardless of their faction or views. And that was what Winter’s Veil really felt like it should be about.
But, in the hours leading up to it, there was a truly blissful quiet where there were absolutely no cares in the world.
Avalon rushed about the vast hall, practicing and twirling the staff around giddily. Anaël sat cross-legged quite close to the fire, bent over the first of the arcane set with wide eyes. Khadgar chuckled softly, arm around Perry on the couch.
“They’re lost to us, I think,” he murmured, nuzzling against his wife. No reply. He glanced over, seeing that she was lost in the pages of Elise Starseeker’s newest book.
He laughed softly to himself, leaning his head back and sighing blissfully.
A sudden, fuzzy feeling came down around his head, and he opened his eyes to find Avalon grinning above and behind him.
“Merry Winter’s Veil, Dadghar!”
She leaned down, hugging him tight, and he patted her arms.
“Merry Winter’s Veil, my cute little murloc.”
Avalon giggled. “Must you still call me that?”
Khadgar grinned. “If you’re still calling me ‘Dadghar’… now what on Azeroth is on my head?”
Perry glanced over and grinned brightly. “Greatfather Winter!”
Anaël looked up, blinking then grinning as well. “He’s already given us our presents.”
Khadgar wrinkled his nose, looking to Perry. “It’s one of those hats, isn’t it, dear?”
She giggled and kissed his nose. “Maybe!” Khadgar sighed, bemused.
Avalon vaulted over the back of the couch and landed on his other side, smiling up at him. “I think you’d be a great Greatfather Winter! You’re already charitable, and you’re fun, and you could get one of those large white beards and it’d be great!”
Khadgar laughed. “I could GROW my own beard!”
Avalon made no comment, simply smiling up at him.
Perry cuddled up closer to his side, her head falling on his chest, quite warm and comforting. She kissed his jaw.
“You’d be a great Greatfather Winter, I think. At least keep that on through the party; we’ll see what the other mages think!”
Khadgar chuckled again. “It’s red clashing against my blue and grey robes; I can expect some smirks.”
“Oh, it’s Winter’s Veil, Bubbly!” Perry said, beaming. “It’s a ‘festive’ look.”
“Uh huh.”
A bell rang throughout the hall and Avalon vaulted backwards over the back of the couch. “I got it!..” her voice echoed back to them and she was already darting up to the door.
Khadgar looked down at his wife. “You really think I’d be a good Greatfather Winter?”
“Yes!” Perry said, still beaming up at him before lowering her voice to a faint murmur. “I could sit in your lap, tell you what I want, thank you for your gifts–it’d be wonderful.”
Khadgar blushed lightly and she stole a kiss from his lips. “And,” she said, “I could get to dress up as Greatmother Winter! Couple costumes.”
Khadgar laughed, managing a faint “oh nooooo..!” Perry laughed with him.
“Bro!” Avalon called from the door. “Meera’s here!”
Anaël shot up from his seat on the rug, wobbling slightly and knocking his fists on his legs to try and wake them up. Despite his attention being pulled from the tome’s secrets, he still looked wide-eyed–in fact, Khadgar thought bemusedly, even more so. The young man brushed his already-tidy hair back, smoothed his crease-less robes out, and started on quickly towards the door.
Khadgar and Perry both scooched around in their seats, watching with faint smiles.
Avalon hummed and trotted away, twirling her new staff around again and practicing strikes against imaginary foes. Anaël helped a young Night Elf woman inside and shut the door against the cold winds and the heavy snow. Meera shook off as much as possible, but it was obvious she was cold. Anaël helped her peel off her coat, exposing a very pretty–if not all that heavy–dress-robe beneath, and they stood chatting with shy smiles in the doorway.
“Anaël,” Greatfather Khadgar called out, “bring her on over to the fire to warm up!”
Anaël blushed and escorted his girlfriend over. Avalon grinned, ears twitching to hear all the conversation, though she still danced around lithely, testing that staff.
Meera sat down on the rug near the fire, still shivering, smiling politely. “Hello s-sir; ma’am.”
“Oh, dear,” Perry said, glancing to Anaël as he joined his lady on the rug, putting a warm arm around her. “You know you don’t have to be formal. Khadgar, now’s a good time to give Meera her gift?”
Meera blinked. “My..?”
Khadgar smiled and nodded. “Anaël, if you’d be so kind? You’re already down there; let my old knees rest, huh?”
Perry bit back a laugh. “You’ve used that line every single Winter’s Veil since your hair turned white to make me bend down to get the gifts, dear.”
Khadgar blinked innocently.
Anaël fetched from under the tree a parcel marked “Meera” from “Greatfather Winter.” She looked up at Khadgar, with his Winter’s Veil cap on, and smiled. “Th-Thanks,” she said.
Khadgar blinked, then felt up on his head and sighed, bemused. Perry giggled into his shoulder. “You’re welcome. It’s from all of us; mostly from Greatson Winter there next to you. He made it.”
Avalon came over again, watching with a smile as Meera opened her gift and pulled out a deep blue cloak lined with thick white fur, back designed in ultramarine and sparkling cobalt to look like the night sky. Meera looked up at Anaël, a blush starting to steal over her features, and he carefully reached around her, wrapping the cloak up nice and warm around her body.
“B– Because you’re as beautiful as the night sky,” he mumbled. “And it gets windy here, a lot; and cold, so I wanted to make sure you were always warm.”
Meera’s blush deepened. She glanced shyly at Khadgar and Perry and Avalon, who all pleasantly looked away at nothing, before she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him long and soft.
“That’s an interesting carving up there, dear,” Khadgar commented mildly, pointing up at a section of stone high up and in the furthest direction away from the young lovers as possible. “See it? The gargoyle face?”
Perry laughed. “Bubbles, that’s just a chip in the stone!”
“Are you sure, now?”
Meera handed Anaël a small wrapped box. “It’s– um– uh, my– would you mind if we opened it more in private?” she asked, glancing at his family.
Khadgar smiled, glancing back at her. “Not at all, dear. Our home is your home.” He looked to his son. “No doing anything I wouldn’t do!”
Anaël blushed. Khadgar harrumphed. “Exactly!”
“Dadghar,” Avalon asked mildly. “Aren’t those books you gave An the same as that set you broke into the Dalaran library to read?”
Khadgar cleared his throat loudly. “NO… they were sitting out on a table! In the section I happened to break into.” He grinned, looking from his daughter to his son. “Point is, go; shoo. I get it; go enjoy your Veil together.”
The young lovers blushed, moving off through the hall and upstairs. Perry sighed blissfully, cuddling up tighter against Khadgar, glancing back over the couch at Avalon.
“How’re you liking the staff, honey?”
“It’s wonderful, ma!” Avalon said, twirling it again, then paused, looking at them and smiling. “And I’ll go wish the apprentices a merry Winter’s Veil.”
She started off towards the door out of the hall. Perry blinked, glancing to Khadgar. “Did I scare her off?”
Avalon stopped in the doorway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you crazy kids!” She giggled, exiting.
Perry rolled her eyes, blushing as a bemused smile hit her features. “Ah.”
Khadgar shook his head, wearing a similar smile, and held her in tighter, hand coming to rest on her hip.
Perry moved a leg over his, nuzzling against his neck then kissing it. He shivered, and she paused, moving up and kissing his ear softly…
“Dadghar.”
She giggled and nuzzled back in at his shoulder. He let out a loud, over-dramatic sigh, and she laughed harder.
Things settled and the fire’s crackling filled the hall again, so very pleasant.
“Mm–Khadgar?”
“Hm?”
“Tell me a story?”
Khadgar looked at her. She smiled up at him, eyes shut–opening to look up sweetly into his. His other hand moved to her cheek, one finger stroking it softly.
“Marlon was dead, to begin with–”
Perry laughed. “Nooooo! A different story! You read us that tome last night–you always read that tome each Veil’s eve! I could recite it at this point!”
Khadgar laughed. “But don’t you want to hear about how a tight-fisted money-loving old Goblin changed his ways again, dear?”
Perry stuck out her tongue. “Something OTHER than the tale of Mr. Scruge and his ghosts, please.”
Khadgar sighed, bemused. “Fine–fine…”
He blinked, then paused, going silent. Perry waited, looking up at him.
“Did I ever tell you the story of my first kiss?”
Her ears perked up.
“No…”
Khadgar glanced at her shyly. She looked up, expectant. He held the pause.
“Oh, go on! Please!”
He grinned, and started:
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Winter had poured out all its snow onto the earth, but still more rained down from the skies. The streets were full of revelry and cheer; banners were hung proclaiming celebration and good-will to all. On each street corner, different groups of friends were singing with all their worth, expecting neither money nor even a crowd; just wanting to do it.
I was–oh, I was a lot younger, back when my hair was still brown. I remember distinctly that the day had been strange; I’d actually forgotten that it was Winter’s Veil proper despite so many people excitedly awaiting it. Many of my friends were out and away, celebrating with their families or having traveled in groups somewhere else for the holiday. I, meanwhile, had gotten up like any other day only to find my employment shut and the winds quite cold, even with carrying such sentiments of mirth.
I think I spent most of the day reading. I hadn’t bought myself any gifts; I was saving up my gold in case of emergency, and for the future of finding a more independent home-life with a family. But, books were entertaining, so I spent almost the full day reading.
That night, however, there was going to be a grand celebration at the center of the city. There’d be a huge feast, rounds of carols around the massive great-tree they’d picked out that year, and I had a friend who was supposed to meet me there. So when it got a lot closer to that time, I wrapped myself up in a scarf and heavy clothes and I went out.
My friend did meet me there, but the large crowd made her rather shy, and so we clambered up out of the way and sat on the deep windowsill of a building, high on the second story. A few people asked if we were all right and needed help down, but we replied we were fine, and as there was no real commotion or alarm on our part, nobody paid us any more mind.
I don’t think she’d ever really enjoyed–or even celebrated–Winter’s Veil before. She had this look the whole time like everything was brand new and the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen. We had a wonderful view of the tree and appreciated its exquisite ornamentation, even at the highest layers.
I can’t honestly remember anything either of us said to each other, though we talked most of the evening and night.
And then suddenly it was late, and I realized we had to get going. The crowds were starting to disperse beneath, and we had to get back to our homes and rest. And I realized too that I really didn’t want her to go. My hand covered hers, and we both paused a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, and just–kissed.
Her lips–oh, they were like heaven. They were so soft; so pure. It felt so fragile; like if I kissed her any deeper, she’d crack like a porcelain doll. And yet with that fragility; us just barely touching together–my heart raced faster than anything more passionate could’ve done. That fragility was as tender as either of us could ever be, in that moment, and we both were.
I don’t think we even said goodnight, after that. We just held hands walking home, and waved, and I know I went to bed not long after but couldn’t sleep at all, staying up thinking about her and how much I wanted to spend all my lifetime with her.
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Khadgar blushed, his voice soft, and he glanced down at Perry again. She blushed too, biting her lip.
“That sounds… remarkably… like my first kiss, Khadgar…”
“Does it, now?”
He smiled softly, and she put a hand to his cheek, drawing him in against her and kissing him again with that fragile tenderness, so light it barely touched… then again, deeper, aching to let him know all her heart’s desires to be near him.
Hours more passed in sweet, pleasant loving.
They lay quietly together on the rug, a pillow propped up for their heads. Perry petted his chest slowly, working her fingers in circles along it. He smiled, petting her side, and they both listened to the crackle of the logs in the hearth. Still half an hour until guests–
The bell rang for the door.
“I’ll get it!” Avalon called out, sprinting through the hall, pausing long enough to see her parents poke their heads up from the floor.
“Old people,” she muttered, shaking her head before getting the huge door, squealing happily at whoever it was.
“Uncle Momo’s here!” she called out.
Móshù, a large dark-furred pandaren mage, poked his head over the couch to the host and hostess on the floor, waving politely and holding up gifts. “Are we all celebrating this year lying down on the rug?”
Perry giggled. “It IS a comfortable rug…”
The pandaren mage grinned. “Sorry to be early; I forget the time differences from Pandaria to here.”
“That’s perfectly fine, Mo,” Khadgar said, hoisting himself up to sitting, the top Winter’s Veil hat flopping over onto the back of his neck, “we’re just glad you could make it. Do you need help with your coat, or any–?”
“I got it, I got it!” Avalon said, helping the pandaren out of his traveling gear. Perry sighed.
“Ava, my darling, please don’t try and spar our guests this year…”
Móshù grinned. “That’s quite all right, Miss Starfallen; I’m perfectly happy to spar your daughter and comment on where she needs to improve!”
Avalon narrowed her eyes playfully. “As if you’ll score even one point this year!”
Anaël and Meera came downstairs, his hair a bit more tussled-up than before. “Who is it?” Móshù waved, grinning heartily, and they waved back.
Perry sat up as well. “So, can we see Meera’s gift to you now, An?”
Anaël paused and blushed lightly, then moved over to his parents. Avalon bounded over too, curious. From his neck, Anaël pulled on a chain, bringing a locket out from underneath his robes, opening it to show a beautifully-painted portrait of Meera and a tender phrase handwritten in Darnassian.
Meera blushed, still a little further back, standing and quite lovely in her cloak. “So that he always can see me if he wants, even if he’s far away doing work,” she murmured.
“It’s beautiful,” Perry murmured back, motioning for Meera to come closer. The younger elf did. “Who painted it?”
“I know he doesn’t take many commissions, but I wrote Mr. Remor a letter and he replied that he’d be happy to.”
Khadgar blinked. “Kaskaeld Remor?”
She nodded.
“Huh,” Khadgar mumbled. “Winter’s Veil’s spirit touches us all, I suppose.”
The bell rang again for the door, and Avalon sprang to it with glee. Khadgar sighed and looked to his wife. “Time to get up and celebrate.”
“Oh, poor us, that we must celebrate with our friends!” she giggled, accepting his hand as he brought her up into his arms. He paused, holding her there a long moment.
“What?” she said, blushing under his loving gaze.
“Just–how on Azeroth did I get so lucky?” he said softly, the fire blissfully wavering along his handsome features.
Perry smiled, moving her hands up his chest and around his neck. “Something made you not afraid anymore to kiss me up on that windowsill, my dearest. Everything seems to have snowballed out of control from there.”
Khadgar grinned. “What merry chaos this is, then. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Perry smiled tenderly and they kissed again, savoring the long, sweet moment, before the guests came in and a most enjoyable night was had by all.
Oh my, thank you SO MUCH, what I wonderful Christmas surprise ;v; !!!! I’m so in love with your writing. Your stories are amazing. And every time you write about my characters I just don’t know how to thank you enough. It’s a huge gift. I’m touched and honored that you do this! Thank you so, so much!!
I am so happy to see Meera and Anaël together!!!! They are so sweet and shy and cute x3 and Anaël reminds me of his father uvu 💕 You also write Avalon perfectly!!! Gosh, she makes me smile, you really understood perfectly her and her brother’s personality! ;v;
Oh dear the way you write Khadgar is so incredible, his little jokes and everything, I couldn’t stop smiling as I read!! It fills my heart with joy! Also seeing him happy -v- I can’t explain but it makes me feel happy myself, haha!
And this part about their first kiss!!! My heart melted! Ahhh ;///; *swoons*
I could see all those moments and it’s so heartwarming. It’s a wonderful Christmas present, thank you! And I am so touched to be able to share it with my dear @haleth it means a lot to me!
Thank you for everything! I wish you wonderful holidays and all the best 💕🌸❄️🎄🎁
Thank you thank you 💕
Day 9 of the Inktober
KHADGAR
avec Peregrin de @drew-winchester parce que je ne peux pas dessiner Khadgar sans elle !
💜💜💜 I love this so much. Et ça me touche tellement ;; Ton style est si joli, tes traits si nets et précis, je suis fan, j’aime trop trop trop. Merci encore tout plein d’avoir dessiné ma Perry avec Khadgar, ça me fait tellement plaisir !! Ils sont trop trop beauuuuxxx ;v; j’aime j’aime j’aime !
I borrowed a couple elves for practice. From the top, left to right, @drew-winchester‘s Nelf Perry; @radikatt‘s Belf DK Rothvir; therealdesastr ‘s void elf Astridyn; and Finally, @kehleryn ‘s Nightborne elf Aenrin. Enjoy!
Ooooh 💜 Your art is so lovely!! All those different kind of faces and you drew them all so nicely *-* They’re beautiful!! You draw the shiny eyes so well~! Thank you SO much for drawing my Peregrïn TvT 💜 This makes me so happy to see her in your style!! Thank you thank you *sends you hugs* 💜 It’s so good *saves preciously* <33
A little something I did for my friend @drew-winchester ;w; I love these two lovebirds, there is nothing more refreshing ! ;;
Soft cuddle..cause they deserve peace ;w; and cuddles are helpful.
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Hun, thank you so much again. You know how much I love it. And back when you sent it to me, it helped more than I can express. You’re a precious friend. And the way you drew them is soooooooo perfectly adorable, I love it so so much. His hair looks sooo soft and nice -w- mhmm! Thank you thank you <333
That’s my part of the Trade with the amazing @drew-winchester. It was a pleasure to draw your wonderful Druid Peregrin again, I just love her so much !
💜💜💜 Sweetie, it’s so beautiful. Thank you so much hun~ You always draw Peregrïn wonderfully!! I am amazed. I love it so much, and I love you ;v;
I made a Chibi sketch of @drew-winchester‘s Peregrïn <3. A lot of stuff happened today that made me upset and drawing a cutie like Perry truly made my day a lot better ^^
This is probably my best drawing so far so I’m really poud of this :D Also make sure you follow Drew in case you aren’t doing that already (her art is amazing!)
💜 That is soooo precious I love it !!! Thank you so much for this surprise 💜 I am sorry you didn’t have a very good day *sends you good vibes and hugs* I hope things will be good and nice for you, and that you’ll be as happy as I am seeing your cute drawing !
Thank you so, so much for drawing Peregrïn ;w; !! This expression is so cute - and so her, hehe - and I love how you’ve colored the shining of her eye~ *-* 💕
