bessy

potter family stan 🧚🏻‍♀️✌🏻✨ she/her #ccsquad

[ccrux00]

lilies

[madrasaur]

when the rivalry is heated

[fantasyarcanum]

When among crows, you must caw as one.

[avendell]

Never pray to the gods that answer after dark

[iilegaly]

saw this draw of addie larue on twt, now I'm crying like a child that list their best toy friend😭

[avendell]

Darling, I was the Night Itself

[theprettieststarxx]

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Art by @/rosiethorns88 on Instagram

[avendell]

Never pray to the gods that answer after dark

[rosiethorns88]

Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, voted on by my lovely Patreon members for July, featuring Sybil, Rory and the gargoyle from THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH by Rachel Gillig!

This one is a symbolic interpretation of one of the scenes in the book where Sybil divines for Rory. The gargoyle dragging Sybil down, yet clinging to her desperately because he wishes to escape with her. Rory is gently pulling them both up, away from their old ties to the church, yet not forcing it. This art has been officially licensed and prints are available in both shops. (link in bio!)

[taipa13]

Read „In Memoriam“ by Alice Winn recently….it made me very sad but I loved it

[minpage]

‘It was the Hell you’d feared in childhood, come to devour the children. It was treading over the corpses of your friends so that you might be killed yourself. It was the congealed evil of a century.’

— In Memoriam, Alice Winn

[soulsray]

In memoriam book fanart cause I love them

“My dearest, darling Sidney,”

There was nothing else. Only dead white paper, blank and meaningless. A comma, followed by nothing. Death summed up by grammar.

Elwood mouthed the words. “My,” just the word “my” would have been enough to live on, if Gaunt had ever called him that to his face.

“He never called me Sidney. Not once, in five years.”

[breadcanon]

[gneez]

"I love you like all-fire"

[yannfredericks]

go when you're ready

“I think you lead people on.” Albus says. “People? Plural? This is quite the accusation, Albus.” Scorpius drawls, an amused smile toying with the curve of his lips. There it is. Albus watches it and remembers what it feels like against his own. “Who do you think I’m leading on?” Albus blinks up to meet Scorpius’ gaze. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Or: Albus and his ill-advised, alcohol-induced, intensely-yearning situationship with his best friend would be a lot more successful if they spent their time talking instead of kissing.

chapter one

chapter two

read on ao3 here!

[obsessedpages]

this is the most beautiful piece of art i've seen in a long time oh my god

ac: likeafunerall

[scorbuswolfstar-deactivated2025]

I LOVE LIKEAFUNERALL follow them on insta and they are such an incredible and spectacular artist it’s insane

[irlplasticlamb]

when lenore dove comes to me now, she’s not angry or dying (…). she’s grown older with me, her face etched with fine lines, her hair touched with gray. like she’s been living her life beside me as the years passed, instead of lying in her grave. still so rare and radiant.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)