Art for rus ff «Серебряное сечение»
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni
will byers stan first human second
taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor

pixel skylines
Cosmic Funnies
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
DEAR READER
noise dept.
dirt enthusiast

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kiana Khansmith
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Art for rus ff «Серебряное сечение»
“Care to Walk?”
GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Constellation 🐉
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy (ft. Snape and Zabini Sr.) at Studio 54 in the 70s
AU Ancient Egypt
“Mortal.
One day he will touch her for the first and last time.
She will die. And the stars will fade in the sky, condemning the God of Death who accidentally fell in love.”
Gorgeous. Stunning.
candidate minister of magic hermione granger and her advisor draco malfoy at gala dinner and before
(idk if anyone will notice but i dress them in persephone+hades themes because of course theyre)
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I Cannot wait for the next chapter of Let The Dark In. Is there anyway we could get a snippet of what’s to come? I love this story so much. Cannot wait to see where you take it:)
She studies him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says in a gruff voice, shrugging, but it’s clear by the way he says it that something is Very Wrong and he wants her to figure it out.
Hermione sighs, impatient and desperate to get warm. “Ron, I just climbed out of a lake in midwinter, if something’s bothering you, can you just tell me?”
His head moves jerkily sideways at that, irritation flashing across his face. “Oh well, you know, it wasn’t great realising I’m your second place friend.”
Hermione stares at him in confusion. “What?” She furrows her eyebrows, trying to think of what he could possibly be referring to, then she realises it. “Are you upset you weren’t used as a hostage?”
Draco
Draco Malfoy 🐍
Any chance of a sneak peek for chapter 21?
I posted chapter twenty less than a day ago! 😂
She feels his eyes on her, and his breath brushes against the top of her cheek, sending a shiver through her.
“Do you know what would make my parents furious?”
Heir to the Handsome Snob Throne
After 84 years, I drew a thing again!
I was worried there I had forgotten how to but this handsome devil reminded why I do this 😏
okey. I know I did a post with coloring version of pt 1, but tbh I like more sketch one idk🙃 so here we go. my favs in hogwarts and their beloveds🎃
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there's so much pathologizing over why enemies to lovers is a popular trope (something something the normalization of abuse something something) when the simplest and less moronic answer is that narratives thrive on irony and reversals, and there's no greater irony than characters going from hating each other's guts to loving each other unconditionally. raw thesis-antithesis-synthesis.
also opposites attract. oldest trope in the book.
Seventh Year Draco 🍂🐉
feeling v nostalgic about my teenage otp
Notes: How Hermione probably flirts.
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“Yes, Granger?”
He looks up over his book to find her sitting in close proximity, leaning forward with sparkling curiosity. Her eyes gleam, a smile steady on her face. Unafraid of him or to be seen with him. He ignores the thudding in his chest, instead affecting bored disinterest.
She shakes her head, still smiling, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she stands up, looking down at him.
“I was looking for that,” she says. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it more.”
He stares at her for a brief second before casting his eyes back down again, searching for where he left off, and ignoring the way his eyes ghost over the words.
“You smile a bit when you read. When you think no one’s looking.”
He looks up sharply, but whatever defense he has prepared dies instantly at her still-smiling face, the way it captures light and encourages the strange flutter in his chest.
With a small wave, she turns away and walks to another section of the library. It’s a minute after she’s out of sight that he blinks and begins to read again, slowly at first as if anticipating another interruption, and then pauses again.
“Granger,” he calls out.
A beat, and then he sees her stick her head out from an aisle she had previously disappeared, her thick and wavy hair cascading over her shoulder. She looks ridiculous, he thinks to himself.
He rolls his eyes and maneuvers exaggeratedly to the side, holding the book back up until she disappears from view. A moment later, he can feel her settle down beside him, shyly sitting as close to him without startling him.
“I read fast,” he warns, pushing half the book in her direction so she shifts into a more comfortable position.
Granger is ahead of him, turning the page of the book to the next chapter.
Without looking at him, she smiles and shrugs.
“I’ve read this twice already.”
Writing has eluded me for these past few years, but when I look back on what I've done, I maintain that this is still my favorite piece. I also acknowledge that I probably wouldn't have come up with this on my own had the art piece not existed to inspire it.
I think it's sometimes strange how creativity works (or refuses to work, as it were).
Don't mind me, I'm just reminiscing and feeling nostalgic.