Eat Me, Drink Me

shimmer - Chapter 1 

A girl who can’t stand to be touched. The trees are listening, and something wicked brews in the heart of the jungle… 

SUMMARY: Nineteen-year old Zada Evergreen doesn’t know anything about science – or monsters. She came to the Caribbean for a summer to remember, not a jungle of wild beasts trying to kill her, and a sassy boy named Vlad who thinks he knows everything. That was definitely not in the program description. 

But when a deadly prehistoric bacteria called ‘shimmer’ is discovered, Zada finds herself pulled into a team of scientists bent on finding the cure… and they need her to do it. Shimmer can’t be seen with human eyes, and yet Zada is the only one who can sense it. What makes Zada so special? The scientists want to know. 

As the bacteria spreads in the tropical country of Pangea, mutating animals into flesh-eating beasts and turning the very trees into spies, Zada must help the team find shimmer and stop it. That is, if the jungle doesn’t get them first…

and other days i’m crippled by self criticism and hate everything and can’t bear to look at my own work because i know it’ll never compare to the greats

but i live for the days i love my work. because it’s mine, and i made it. i didn’t wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.

so don’t feel like your work is awful

it’s the stuff you dreamed about. it’s the stuff you decided to make a reality. it’s not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because it’s what you dreamed and it’s what you wanted to see, so you made it.

keep writing; it’s yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. it’s all yours and you can make it whatever you want.

Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger - Touched (by bblackswann1)

Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger for Witch Weekly magazine

The many faces of Tom Riddle

Who’s your favourite?

Chapter 10

“Snidget?” Hermione repeated dumbly. “You mean like the bird?”

“Yes of course, like the bird,” Tom mimicked. “And the game doesn’t start until the Quaffle is released.”

“How barbaric!” she declared hotly. “You mean to say the Snidget is used, like, some ball?”

“Well of course,” he replied slightly befuddled by her apparent ire. “Catching the Snidget can win the game—it’s worth 150 points.”

“But the birds are fragile. I would imagine plucking them from the wild severely depletes their population, as there are so many Quidditch matches. And what if they are harmed in the match?”

“Collateral damage I suppose,” Tom responded easily.

Hermione said nothing, fuming in the seat next to him.

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TWENTY SHADES OF GRANGER by bloomsburry

Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama

Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle Jr., Draco Malfoy

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger

Eventually: Threesome (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy)

Chapters: Planned Multi-Chapter

Words: 6,620

WARNINGS: NON-CON, BDSM, THREESOME, DP, ORAL, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.

Here’s the link: Twenty Shades of Granger (AO3)

Summary: After she had taken a young and new House-elf under her wing, Hermione had never expected the House-elf to give her a present during Christmas. So one Christmas Eve, after she had unknowingly ingested a lust potion during the ball, Hermione couldn’t stop herself from pouncing on the man, who had been tied up, blindfolded and gagged on her bed,  the instant she arrived in her Head Girl’s Dormitory. AU

VERY LATE CHRISTMAS PROMPT FOR TOMIONE CONVENTION

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She really did try to fight off the effects of the lust potion. She really did. But it was hard - so difficult when all she could think about was alleviating the foreign ache that throbbed between her thighs; while the sight of the attractive man, who was struggling stark naked on her bed, made it a lot worst. 

He made her feel unusually hot.

Hermione didn’t know whether to cry at her helpless state, or give in to that new and overwhelming emotions that thundered inside her.

And when she could not stand it any longer…

HP house aesthetic » hufflepuff

“They’re just friends”

“But they hate each other.”

“But they’re not gay.”

“But they are like 2 feet apart in height.”

“But one of them is dead.”

There sat a literal nun on the chair right beside me.