ambitious lioness.

indie hermione granger, via slytherin house. au. will also play canon verse. multi-fandom, multi-verse friendly. mun 21+, muse 18+, nsfw content will be tagged. +ambitixuslioness

[ambitixuslioness]

how does one revive an old blog after being gone for two, almost 3, years? o.o

[ambitixuslioness]

heyyyyyyyy! i haven’t been on this blog in ages, but if anyone’s still interested in writing with my hermione, i’ve moved her to my multimuse fandom blog over here! 

[meraofxebel]

[rosetylecr]

If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river. Not even me.

[ambitixuslioness]

i kind of moved hermione to my multimuse blog because it’s easier for me to keep up with everything through there... so if anyone’s interested in still doing things with her, let me know!! i may still hop on here every once in a while, but for the most part, will definitely be over here. 

[wnq-writers]

If I didn’t write, I’d have to find another way of crying, another way of bleeding; it would be messier and it wouldn’t be half as satisfying.

creatingnikki  (via wnq-writers)

[slythern-princess]

[sociapathic]

that’s what hermione does! when in doubt, go to the library!

[sakura-haruka]

honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer

[ewatsondaily]

Emma Watson photographed by Alexi Lubomirski for Lancôme (2012)

[emmacharlottewatson]

[grangerhermiones]

[cnfucianism]

WHEN IN doubt, go to the library.

[rxbytuesday]

[hewastheirfriendd]

get to know me meme → 2 out of 5 female characters - hermione granger

[tangledxpinblue]

daphne feels a swell of pride whenever she sees her lover in green. while red compliments the warmth and depth of her skin, the green will always look far prettier on the gyffindor girl. not normally one to feel aggressive, she tugs the lace bra down and exposes those pert, dark nipples, fingers pinching them tightly and rolling the sensitive buds between them. there’s a tug, wanting to hear her lioness gasp as she breaks the kiss and nips at her jaw. “you know what seeing you in green does to me,” she murmurs, her alabaster skin flush with desire, starting to grow more pink, bringing life to the pallor that comes with rooming in a dungeon under the lake. 

[ambitixuslioness]

where tears once kissed her cheeks, a pink warmth now claims him as the heat in her blood rises with every soft brush of daphne’s fingertips to her skin. with her assertiveness as she tugs on the lace shielding her dark skin, a pert nipple hardening as the cool, draft of the castle air washes over her heated flesh. what pout once claimed her plush mouth forms into a smile of knowing, into a lightness as if her nightmare is a thing of the past, a thing of non existence because daphne is her light, is her heart where she believed herself to be empty - broken beyond repair. “i love you, too,  you know?” she whispers, the brilliant witch incapable of anything more, her voice hoarse, raspy from hours of misuse and the cobwebs of her dreams. “i had planned on seducing you, before i fell asleep in the library....” her voice fades, fingers trapped inside the fabric of daphne’s shirt as she begins to tug on her own buttons, eager to free her porcelain skin.