From Last Winter At Hogwarts

Sunday morning wip sketch

Hermione let the boy sleep

The hand flex

How @writer-swift-knight got me hooked like never before on this retelling of Pride & Prejudice.

Most Ardently is available to read on Ao3

cowboy like me: a short graphic dramione story

Page 1, 2, and 3 of 9

Hermione finds it difficult to commit to a relationship, and when the opportunity to have a casual affair comes up, her feelings begin to betray her.

I was inspired by Taylor Swift's "cowboy like me" song for this story, so I may have changed the lyrics a bit to fit the story.

You can also read the first three pages here in AO3

Every day is strawberry jam day.

I like it when you come to a post and totally get the reference of that fanfic you like with the slightest sign.

Inspiration from a ff I read recently: Soft As It Began by rubber_soul02

The found family.

Inspired by Secrets And Masks by Emerald_Slytherin

More of my dramione adventures in ancient Egypt

"What happened to us?" "A war." – Manacled by @senlinyu

I don't know whether to refer to them as Manacled characters or Harry Potter characters. I'd like to open a petition to make Manacled an official book please.

“Throughout my whole career, label executives would just say, ‘A nice girl doesn’t force their opinions on people. A nice girl smiles and waves and says ‘thank you’’. I became the person everyone wanted me to be. – Nobody physically saw me for a year. And that was what I thought they wanted. I had to deconstruct an entire belief system. Toss it out and reject it. It woke me up from constantly feeling like I was fighting for people’s respect. It was happiness without anyone else’s input. And it feels fucking awesome.” 

Miss Americana: Taylor Swift, out January 31st on Netflix

Happy New Year ✌🏼

How this scene played in my head. From Manacled by @senlinyu, chapter 13.

If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.

-Lang Leav