smutgoblin

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[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[finnfrei]

Is it comfy? Probably not.

Someone told me bearded dragons purr when content or gently handled. And while it’s not exactly true, it’s now my headcanon for dragonborns. That’s all I’ve got in my defence. 🌝

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

heres how to fix it

[leegreyarchive]

He never looked outside because he wanted to leave.

He looked outside to remember what he was responsible for.

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

#know your fandom history

[rishnea]

This piece started at least a solid year ago, if not nearly two, vaguely inspired by the various imagined meetings in Narcissa's garden. I ended up picking it back up a month ago, said what on earth was I doing and redrew nearly the entire thing. This time pulled references and I think it improved the outcome quite a bit. It isn't my best work but I am always pleased to finish an unfinished piece.

[alixvander]

The look of love

[finny-red]

Home Sweet Home 🌃🌙

[sympateawithsugar]

Oh Ariel, you didn't need legs for dancing... 🧜‍♂️

This was a wip since May! 😵‍💫 Her dress pattern is kinda based on a folk dress of Kirkkonummi municipality.

[bekazimi]

A wizard who terribly misses his witch when they are not together…

[paperplateprose]

not now kitten. daddy's realizing that the scene he invested 1000 words into could be significantly improved but only if he started over from scratch

[avendell]

Kaine Ferron 🥀

[anxietyproblem]

If only

[writingdose]

[bladeweave]

"they should be in a healthy relationship with good communication" they should be obsessive freaks who stalk each other and have zero boundaries

[thesmutgoblin]

Prompt: "I’ve kept my feelings hidden for so long, I forgot what it feels like to be honest."

“I’ve kept my feelings hidden for so long, I forgot what it feels like to be honest.” There was no distinguishing flavor, or odor to the veritaserum, but Hermione knew as soon as the sentence rolled off her tongue it was facilitated by the potion. She would never say that, regardless of how true it might be.

“And what are you not being honest about?” Draco swished his own, veritaserum-less drink around in its glass as a wave of anger crashed over her. 

How dare he! That insufferable git had drugged her and was asking her about her damned feelings?

“I have desires that could be viewed as unprofessional at best.” She held her lips together tight, shaking her head and refusing to let any more words out. There was no way in hell Malfoy got to know any of this, not today, not ever, and definitely not like this. 

His eyebrow quirked up, intrigue sketched across his face as he leaned back in his chair. “And at worst?”

“Perverse!” Hermione chided herself as the word escaped her lips, which she’d allowed to part for only a fraction of a second. Hadn’t she read about a witch who was able to resist the effects of veritaserum in the eighteenth century? Delilah Baird? How had she managed it?

“Ah— Now you have my attention, Granger.”

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(for list of writing prompts see last post I reblogged!)

Going to continue this as soon as I figure out how to justify the drugging xo