Arcane's making me want to write some sort of Dark!Ginny AU where she's gone off the deep end because of Riddle's diary but how do I write that? Should I even write that? The dynamics of orphaned sisters is different to like 4 brothers in a stable home so it won't work.

God I love Arcane so much

Old art from idk when.

"First Morning After"

#Dramione

Hermione ran as fast as she could. Shadows peeked out from alcoves and corners, staring at her as her footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. Everything in her body screamed but she didn't care. Her tears were running, her heart was roaring, and her mind was crumbling.

A door then materialised.

Hermione shoved the door open, a nervous squeak following behind her. The purple-robed man didn't even look up; he knew why she was here. He was writing a letter when Hermione slammed the paper down on his desk.

'What's this?'

His pen stopped. His eyes looked up. 'Miss Granger, how may I—'

'You didn't deserve that.'

Hermione lifted up her head, tears still streaming down her face. There, standing a few steps down from her, was her nemesis: Draco sodding Malfoy. His hair was combed to one side, bowtie loosened, and shirt partially rumpled. Without that evil smirk, he was…

Pleasing?

*Boom!*

Hermione dropped her book when the library trembled. Her wand was already in hand, eyes aimed towards the door. It had been over a year after the war but the instincts were still there. Constant vigilance. A second elapsed. Then two. Then three. Then four.

'What the—'

*Pop!*

'Mistress!'

"Do it, Granger. Hex me."

His gaze drops to her lips.

"Malfo—"

#dramione #artrepost

'Really? From Weasel and Potty?'

Hermione looked up from the letter on her hand. The radiant rays of the early morning sun shone through the window panes, making her husband's blond locks glimmer in the light.

'Don't call them that, Draco.'

He rolled his eyes. 'It's been years, Hermione.'

A little throwback to the Fall of 2023 to share here on Bluesky.

Hinges creaked as Draco stepped through his bedroom door. Or, rather, as he *crashed into* his bedroom door. It should've been painful, but it wasn't. Draco didn't feel much of anything. Not even the warm trickles down his back, flowing over flawless and marred skin all the same. They were nothing.

It feels like the world is falling apart at my fingertips as I try to grab it. The air shimmers and bleeds as this illness engulfs me in its horror. Nothing feels real, nothing feels solid; everything is liquid. My soul yearns for care yet it receives nothing but suffering.

(I have a mild cold)

On this date, 2023. Snoqualmie Falls and surrounding area.

Big fan of mist.

'Don't get any bright ideas, Mister.'

Draco looked up from his desk, eyes twinkling with damned devilry. The corners of his lips curled. 'I didn't say a word, Granger.'

She rolled her eyes. 'I know exactly what you're planning.'

'Yeah?' He leaned back, arms crossed. 'Tell me, Miss Legilimens.'

Hey everyone! I just wanted to introduce myself and share my passion for photography and the stunning landscapes of the Pacific Northwest! 📸 Born and raised in Washington state. I love sharing these magical moments with you all! #PNWPhotographer #WashingtonState

Winter is coming. Getting cold on the canal.

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it all ends

but you know what doesn’t end?

dramione

rt if u cried