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The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, voted on by my lovely Patreon members for July, featuring Sybil, Rory and the gargoyle from THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH by Rachel Gillig!

‘It was the Hell you’d feared in childhood, come to devour the children. It was treading over the corpses of your friends so that you might be killed yourself. It was the congealed evil of a century.’

— In Memoriam, Alice Winn

In memoriam book fanart cause I love them

“My dearest, darling Sidney,”

There was nothing else. Only dead white paper, blank and meaningless. A comma, followed by nothing. Death summed up by grammar.

Elwood mouthed the words. “My,” just the word “my” would have been enough to live on, if Gaunt had ever called him that to his face.

“I think you lead people on.” Albus says. “People? Plural? This is quite the accusation, Albus.” Scorpius drawls, an amused smile toying with the curve of his lips. There it is. Albus watches it and remembers what it feels like against his own. “Who do you think I’m leading on?” Albus blinks up to meet Scorpius’ gaze. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Or: Albus and his ill-advised, alcohol-induced, intensely-yearning situationship with his best friend would be a lot more successful if they spent their time talking instead of kissing.

chapter one

chapter two

this is the most beautiful piece of art i've seen in a long time oh my god

when lenore dove comes to me now, she’s not angry or dying (…). she’s grown older with me, her face etched with fine lines, her hair touched with gray. like she’s been living her life beside me as the years passed, instead of lying in her grave. still so rare and radiant.