#elvenwinters

[swymsuyt]

may i request an extremely flustered draco and flirty harry <33

*angrily whispering* potter u cant just say shit like that in the middle of the hallway

[cibeewastaken]

HELLO omg ok i literally just realized your username is cibee-was-taken 😭😭?? IVE BEEN READING IT AS CIBEE-WASTA-KEN 😭 anyways love u hope you have a good day

Hahaha I also often misread peoples username for years thank you love you too and I hope you have a great day!!!

[proboscidea-althaeifolia]

top 5 favorite books!! 👀💞

do you wish death upon me Erin (i love this ask very much but it’s hard)

5. Rura (The Pipe), Anatolij Krym (i didn’t find an actual English translation of the title - not sure if the book was translated to English at all)

4.5 The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett (it should be number 5 or 4, but i only remembered about it after writing all of the others down)

4. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

3. Murder in Orient Express, Agatha Christie

2. the entire Princess Diaries series, Meg Cabot

1. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Honourable mentions of books that i love, but couldn’t place them on the list for different reasons:

- The Chronicles of Narnia - Crime and Punishment - O psie, który jeździł koleją (lit. “About the dog that was riding trains” - no English translation) - The Six Bullerby Children - Master and Margaret - Polyanna - several other i won’t list cause they’re in polish and about highly triggering topics but deserve at least a tiny mention

...and like, a lot more that i can't think of rn

as you can see i’m not very good at choosing

[hephaestiions]

16, 17, 22, 34 for the fanfiction questions! 💖

erin!! thank you for the ask, love, you’re the sweetest <3 

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? gangbang pwp’s i’m a rather shameless reader (as is evidenced by the fact that i have no private bookmarks) so i don’t really think i have a guilty pleasure trope as such. if i like it, i like it, i stalk the fandom for the tag and all the rec-lists for the trope, 😂

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. as a writer of mainly the drarry/hp fandom, i don’t think i’ll ever be able to write a voldemort wins AU. i don’t have an explanation except that even considering it makes reading seven books and getting invested in the characters and their arcs feel pointless (that said, there are some much beloved fics for this trope in the fandom by writers i respect immensely, this isn’t shading the trope itself, just explaining why i wouldn’t be able to write it). i’m also not a big fan (personally) of the conventional a/b/o’verse, and though i’ve read a few fics that do the trope extremely well, i don’t think i would ever be able to do it justice. 

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

depends. sometimes it’s impossible to focus if there’s anything playing, but sometimes music helps keep the disconnect between the thoughts flitting around in my brain and the words i am supposed to be churning out to a productive minimum. i can’t listen to music with lyrics while writing (that’s always distracting), but i have some favourite playlists that can be found here , here and here . 

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

ahhhh, it feels so vain to answer this, but i’ll try my best.  “I don’t find being you undesirable,” Draco says after a second. His eyes are brimming with something Harry can name easily. Something Harry will dare to name in a few days from now, when his Gryffindor courage will spill from his lips, and his eyes, and his hands. Something he will not be able to shutter away in the narrow cell behind his breastbone, between his ribs, because it is much too large to contain within brittle bones. “But I like you the way you are,” Harry responds. The light in Draco’s eyes shines brighter. He leans in, pressing his wet lips to Harry’s forehead in a chaste kiss. “You’re clean now,” he says. The blood I spilled has been washed from your body. If I kiss you, you will not taste of the metal of his scream or the saltwater of his grave. Harry brings Draco’s left wrist to his lips and presses a kiss to the flutter of Draco’s pulse. The thud of his heartbeat is slower now than it was before, but under Harry’s lips it speeds just a little. “So are you.” – My Hands Are Of Your Colour  send me asks!