HANNIBAL + art
Hieronymus Bosch, Ascent of the Blessed (1505-15) | Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare (1781) | William Blake, Spectre over Los (Plate 6 of Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion) (1804-20) | Jacopo Vignali, Cyparissus (c. 1625)
please do not send me asks about whether you think a founding member of AO3 is a “proshipper”
I’ve gone on at length before about how AO3′s refusal to punish honest labeling with deletion makes them the safest fanfic site for me. Consider the following scenario:
There are two brown paper bags in the company fridge. One of them contains a sandwich, and the other contains a dead dove. I am looking for a sandwich, and opening a bag with a dead dove in it will ruin my lunch hour.
In the AO3 fridge, it’s allowed to store dead birds as long as it’s a species that doesn’t violate the Migratory Bird Treaty Act. Unless it violates the MBTA, the managers will not throw it out. The paper bag with the sandwich is labeled “sandwich” because it contains a sandwich. The paper bag with the dead dove is labeled “dead dove” because it contains a dead dove.
In the [insert any other large fanfic site] fridge, the managers will throw out any bag they find to contain a dead bird. The paper bag with the sandwich is labeled “sandwich” because it contains a sandwich. The paper bag with the dead dove is also labeled “sandwich” because there are tens of thousands of bags and the managers can’t look inside all of them. The managers also regularly throw out perfectly good chicken sandwiches, just in case.
I’m so invested in the silver trio - book club head-canon. So invested.
Reading trashy romance novels up until the early hours in the slytherin common room, annoying every single soul in the dungeons with their loud comments about it? Yes please. And nobody would dare to go up against them.
Please tell me you’re with me.
Remembering the War: It doesn't get easier as the years go by. But at least they have each other.
Created for the Drarry Discord Server's Drawble Challenge, March 2020. Thanks go to this month's hosts, @potter-art and @ana-iliad.
Prompt: 'Remember when...'.
Art restriction: Earth tones/browns.
Thanks so much for including my fic!!
🖤 mind the tags 💞 surprisingly sweet 🔥 this sex is on fire
It's Yours by @greenmegsnoham E // 3K // 💞🔥
oh ho ho - what a FUN pairing! this fic went for the "coming untouched" prompt and my oh my was it a fun one. I'd not thought of these two as working well together before but, phew: "'Well, you see,' said Neville, looking down at his Butterbeer. 'I know people look at me and think otherwise, but…' He lifted his gaze to meet Percy's. 'This Longbottom is the bottom.'"
Narcissa's Kindness by @thistlecat M // 3K // 🖤
intense. Narcissa rescues Lily from the Death Eaters, but at what cost? "'I didn’t realize how much blood there was in your hair. The red disguised it.' / 'Not all of us can have white blonde hair to show off our pure blood, Narcissa.' / She hoped her blood - her mudblood - got under Narcissa’s nails and never came out."
Choke On It by @p1013 E // 498 // Drarry // 🔥
god I was hoping p1013 would be doing kinkuary again and, friends, the universe has blessed us: "Malfoy pulls back, and Harry gasps in a breath. His eyes are watering when he looks up, and through the blur of tears, Malfoy's expression is difficult to make out. There's pleasure in the curl of his lip, in the darkened shade of his grey eyes. But it's unclear if Malfoy really wants to feel pleasure from Harry's mouth wrapped around Malfoy's cock."
The Prisoner by @lushrooms E // 1695 // Drarry // 🖤🔥
we've got gagging on gagging, folks. 👀 "Malfoy’s gaze dropped down to Harry’s crotch and then back up again, eyebrow raised — somehow managing to look mocking despite being gagged and bound. Harry’s resolve to leave the gag on only strengthened."
This artwork by @kryptidfox E // Pansy/Ginny 🔥
For more info on my Kinky Shipuary posts, check out this post. Tomorrow we'll be back with "Voyeurism" and Draco/Pansy, Remus/Peter, and Hermione/Bellatrix.
Sometimes a flower is just a flower, and the best thing it can do for us is die.
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"His blood was draining away quickly. There was no time. The witcher cursed and bit her hard on the neck, just below the ear. He dug his teeth in and clenched them until her inhuman howling became a thin, despairing scream and then a choking sob—the cry of a hurt fourteen-year-old girl."