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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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occasionally subtle

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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cherry valley forever

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hi! I just read (or rather was consumed by) your fic. hope you're doing well, just wanted to say that it's incredible and i'm so excited for the continuation, have a great day!
Oh, hello there!
What an amazing thing to hear! Thank you so much for giving the story a try; I’m glad you enjoyed the reading.
Things are absolutely crazy since the end of last year, but I’m still working on the next chapter and I really want to get it out there as soon as possible — I honestly thought I would have finished posting the entire thing by now, but life has no regards for my plans.
This shout out gave me an extra boost of motivation, though! I get thrilled every time I see people actually investing their time into my work, even if it’s been 84 years since the last update.
Again: thank you so much! Hope to see you soon on AO3. 🗣️✨🤍✨
Fanfiction exists for TWO reasons:
Dealing with complex thoughts and emotions I can't work through in therapy, like grief, despair, a complicated relationship with pain and addiction
Seeing the same characters fuck over amd over again
“What made you realize you find power dynamics hot?”
Well.
It didn’t surprise Narcissa in the slightest, when she arrived at the Ministry that morning, that the room they placed her in was one of those deep cellar ones surely built to suppress every visitor’s spirit. Really, what else could they expect the high walls, the lack of windows, and the accompanying unnervingly-dense atmosphere to do, other than make one’s skin prickle? If they wished for her to talk, they should have planned better, beyond the pot of complimentary tea that did absolutely nothing to lessen her unease. The narrowly typeset parchment placed in front of her was also too bureaucratically clean – and entirely pointless, like her presence here today.
Still, she sat with perfect posture, hardwired into her post-war self.
The other witch, the interviewer, hadn’t moved in her seat in what felt like several minutes. She was young, still – but the type of young that had already endured a rigorous, involuntary reshaping, leaving nothing adolescent or coltish left in her limbs. Sitting across from Narcissa, today, was the sculpted certainty of a woman who’d passed through fire, personified, – and memorised every single burn.
Hermione Granger.
marginalia
for @viagiordano
A string of ‘slow burn made of napalm’ meetings that fracture the walls between subject & scholar, memory & present, and distance & want.
[Narcissa Malfoy x Hermione Granger, M, 16K, 2025]
on ao3.

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It’s finally here! I finished the poster for the short-story I’ve been working on for MONTHS now! Drawing helped me to keep the fire for the plot burning since I wasn’t able to write it down for a while, and I’m so excited with the result!
Fever is a CissaMione fanfic, currently only 2 chapters in. You should really give it a try.
Synopsis:
Fever
n. 1. Condition in which a system disrupts its own balance to purge a disease. 2. A state of intense exhilaration; a desperate desire burning from the inside out.
Years spent as a soldier in the battle for the future of the Wizarding World have left Hermione Granger with scars no spell could heal. For over a decade, she has managed to contain the fever those wounds inflicted, but in the face of a marriage proposal, the yearning for release becomes unbearable. Drawn to an exclusive club devoted to anonymous encounters, the so-called Golden Girl is paired with a witch as alluring as she is intellectually fascinating. After finally being able to purge her pain, she discovers, too late, that the woman who’d brought her to her knees is none other than Lady Narcissa of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Now, as she tries to maintain the illusion of control over her life, the same lips that drove her to the edge return bearing a secret that could unravel the Statute of Secrecy and plunge magical society into political chaos. In a fragile post-war order sustained by compromise and suspicion, Granger must weigh the cost of truth and commit to a reckoning that blurs the lines between duty, desire, and dissent.
To the current readers: I HAVENT GIVEN UP ON YOU FOLKS, please don’t give up on me as well! Chapter three is coming! Thank you for all the amazing support, we’ll see each other at the next update on AO3.
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Thank god fanfic is free because I can’t afford other hobbies in this economy.
• Guerreiros do sol
nothing but love and respect to all fanfic writers
every time a country is invaded by the US under the excuse of “rescuing” its people, what’s left behind is either a cemetery or an open air asylum.
there isn’t a single case in history where the US actually saved a country from anything, what they did leave behind, consistently, were stolen resources, exploited land, and futures permanently scarred by military dictatorships.
what the US does in the middle east is widely known, what many people still don’t fully grasp is what they’ve done and continue to do in latin america.
they funded, trained, and supported military dictatorships across most of the region, and they infiltrated our cultures in a calculated, orchestrated way that still shapes us today.
to my LATAM stay strong cuz we’re going to need it in the years ahead.

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This post was made 4 days ago. Probably a good time to take another look at these threats
“You want to be an author? That’s awesome! I could never do that, I’m so bad with words”
Me searching for words similar to “slowly” for the fifth time and then going to google the definition of each word just to make sure it means slowly:

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WIP of my most recent obsession; a Cissamione fanfic where you will learn about the origins of the Black fortune and other bloody inheritances — and where you can witness Lady Black and Gryffindor’s Golden Girl find out what “desire” truly means.
Fever.
is already up on AO3, currently only two chapters in.
“Years spent as a soldier in the battle for the future of the Wizarding World have left Hermione Granger with scars no spell could heal. For over a decade, she has managed to contain the fever those wounds inflicted, but in the face of a marriage proposal, the yearning for release becomes unbearable. Drawn to an exclusive club devoted to anonymous encounters, the so-called Golden Girl is paired with a witch as alluring as she is intellectually fascinating. After finally being able to purge her pain, she discovers, too late, that the woman who’d brought her to her knees is none other than Lady Narcissa of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Now, as she tries to maintain the illusion of control over her life, the same lips that drove her to the edge return bearing a secret that could unravel the Statute of Secrecy and plunge magical society into political chaos. In a fragile post-war order sustained by compromise and suspicion, Granger must weigh the cost of truth and commit to a reckoning that blurs the lines between duty, desire, and dissent.”
Me: “I’ll write a short epic retelling.”
Also me: *creates entire universe*