Cérès

Emancipation

In another world

Maybe you'd have loved me

But those are mere words

Manacled redo/

Style evolution 3 years to the day.

Still haven't found one fic that comes even close to the masterpiece that is Manacled by @senlinyuwrites .

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Sectumsempra~

My will is as strong as porcelain

Ready to break at any moment-

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Virginity

"She opened her eyes, praying that it worked, and found Lucius Malfoy's face boring over her in the candlelight.

No. Not candlelight. A ball the size of her fist hovered over her stomach. Just like the spell the Mediwitches cast months ago, burning so white it looked blue.

It cast shadows across the pitch-black room, sparking warmth in Lucius's grey eyes.

Narcissa's fingers threaded through her hair gently as every pair of eyes stared at the ball of energy, symbolizing what hadn't yet been taken from her. She watched the light fluctuate like fairy wings held it afloat.

A glass jar pushed into view, scooping under slowly, capturing the orb, and closing a lid over top. She looked up to see Draco screwing the lid on, watching the light breathe. His eyes danced with its glow, and she watched his lips part in wonder.

Victorious.

She tried to remember if she'd ever seen him catch the Snitch."

The Auction - Chapter 19 by @lovesbitca8

The One O'Clock Gun

""There is a lake with still waters," he whispered. "A mountain range surrounds it. The waters are deep with hidden secrets, but the water is still."

She blinked, legs swaying, feeling her breathing even out as she let his words wash over her. His hands slipped around her stomach, pressing her close to him.

They lit the cannon. And screamed and stomped while they counted down.

"Think of your mind as a library. Shelves upon shelves of novels and journals and biographies," the voice lulled. "Find an empty shelf for this moment."

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"An empty book in your hands. Its blank pages between your fingers. Write this moment into the book. Give it a title."

The One O'Clock Gun, her mind supplied."

The Auction - Chapter 18 by the talented @lovesbitca8

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Soooooo, I'm back 😅😭💀

One double jaw surgery and a new year later, here I am with another Dramione piece inspired by the amazing "The Auction" fanfic by Lovesbitca8. I've only recently started to read it and 'The One O'Clock Gun' part really struck me with its intensity. This fic is just amazing it put me right back into my Dramione phase and I'm not even mad about it héhé (I may or may not have developped a preference for *Voldemort wins* fanfic tags tho because of all the romantic angst/comfort it provides... /help me\)

Quicksand~

The memory of you never goes away

Like a rock in the wind I lay still

Sand washing over me night and day

Feeling your presence drawing me in--

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First Reylo piece out.

More than Meets the Eye~

When one can see

Through false pretend

When one has been

Through the worst pain

Then they will see

What a few can

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Theodore Nott living his best life.

Diadems and Egos~

Revered by all

You needn't be

Treasured in kind

By only me

Sweeter the lie

Bigger the fall

You will be mine

Or not at all~

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Helena Ravenclaw meeting her terrible fate at the hands of the Bloody Baron. When love turns into despair and despair turns into hate.

Twin Visit

One for sorrow,

Two for joy

I'll watch you grow

From above

I'm not gone

I simply sit

Closer to you

Than you think

So don't cry

And remember

The magpie

Of your brother

George Weasley visiting Fred with his son, and being visited in return.

Signs show up to those who know where to look for them.

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P.S.:

Hey guys, I know it's been a while, like forever, and I know it may be disheartening to follow someone who's been posting so few, but I just wanted to let you know that I don't forget you or my art, I just have had a difficult time with my mental health lately and I'm slowly getting back on tracks, so just be patient and don't give up on me just yet. I've still got a lot in store.

Thank you for your lovely dms and for being there. Hope you like this twin piece, it's been in my mind for some time now and its concept means a lot to me.

Second Chances~

Turning Evil~

Fear my power

Praise my name

Time has come

To embrace death

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Redraw of the Dark Lord in the making.

Tom becoming "the one you shall not name" 💀🐍

Model reference : Dominik Sadoch

Keeper~

Courage comes in many forms

And often requires physical force.

But sometimes courage simply consists

In being there when no one is.

A friend's sometimes all you need.

Forgiveness~

Little Nightmares II inspired :)

So I finally caved in with the Little Nightmares video game series and almost one month later, I'm still recovering from the ending 😱💀

This is a way for me to come to terms with it : a happy ending where everyone forgives everyone! Yay! :>

"[...] But just remember, life without me would be ever more unbearable" 

-Lestat.

Interview with the Vampire : The Vampire Chronicles ~

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Plums~

An afternoon of solace

Laughs and plum flavoured lollipops

The extraordinary of a day

Filled with acceptance and joy

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It's never to late to form new friendships 👓🦋🧚‍♀️

Devotion~

Devotion is a dangerous thing

Ever lurking in the recesses of one's heart

Waiting for the perfect opportunity

To be unleashed like a thousand cutting knives

Of obsession and absolute loyalty.

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"You fought well."

It was small compensation, but it was better than nothing at all. Eventhough he didn't need to hear it from her mouth to feel vindicated, it still felt nice to hear the words aloud.

He kept staring at the sun setting on the pine trees far ahead of them, so she continued :

"You know, you don't have to start a fight everytime someone calls me a mudblood."

Silence still. She pursued :

"Used to be it was one of your favourite qualifier for me if I remember correctly."

There. There she went again. The golden witch. The little miss know it all. He should have known it'd been quiet for too long for her not to resurface and rub it all over his face.

He sighed then stated, matter of fact :

"Only I get to call you like this."

She gave him a sidelong look. A reluctant admission. A bittersweet feeling. The perfect description of what they had, what it was that they shared. She hated it but cherished it all the same.

"Last time I saw you with a sling was in third year, she cooed, even back then it suited you just fine."

With that she tilted her head on his good shoulder, feeling him leaning into her, resuming their silent contemplation.

Sometimes silence was the better option.

Signed : my headcanon.

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