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the brightest witch of her age

#sweetheart! #hermione granger #fanart #😍

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professors lovegood, longbottom and potter

#THIS is what my friday needed #sweeties! #the outfits! #nev's pin! #🤩 #harry potter #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #fanart

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Do you take fic requests?

thank you for asking! i have a few unfulfilled fic requests sitting in my inbox, so i don't want to say no, but at the moment most of my fandom writing efforts are going into chasing. but if you've sent me a request, just know that it means a lot and i do hope to get to it someday! the prompts i've received are pretty fun (with one exception, and you know who you are...)

cheers, anon!

#continuing to realize exactly what i've gotten myself into with this longfic #asked and answered #harry potter #fanfic

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I'm really missing Chasing! isthere any chance we can get a little sneaky peek of the next chapter? hope all is well with you

thank you so much, anon! chapter 5 is getting some finishing touches and has so many fun snippets to choose from, it's one of my favorites so far.

spoiler-free sneak peek below! (catch chapters 1-4 here)

The longest day of '97 had been a Saturday. He'd been released from the dungeons with hours of daylight to go, she'd skived off revising so they could both hide from Hermione on the grounds. Grasses still lush from May rains, midges wandering sleepily through humid air. Under a blazing sun he had drifted toward sleep and back again, tangling her hair around his fingers, brushing a knee against her thigh. "D'you ever feel a little disappointed I didn't ask you out properly? Take you to Hogsmeade, sit around Puddifoot's..." She had grinned toward the sky. Lifted a chain of yellow flowerd from Luna off her neck, slung it across his chest. "All the time, actually. Really lacked fanfare, you know, way we kicked things off..." "... Bollocksed that right up, I reckon." She'd rolled to one side for a better look; he had gone a bit red— maybe from the sun or maybe from talking about it— but either way he'd looked at her with something reflecting back, that same desperate, overwhelming ache she could reach by reminding herself he was hers. "You can make it up to me," she had murmured, nudging his knee back. "Next year."

#chasing #chapter 5 #come for the quidditch stay for hinny and hogsmeade #ginny weasley #hinny #harry potter #quidditch #anon ask #answered

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Hello Green hope things are going well! I'm the same asker with the theory about Binns from chapt 2, and now I have more thoughts... I can tell you clearly have something planned here, but i can't tell how it will tie in to everything else yet. After chapt 4 I'm wondering if we're going to find out that he actually left during Ginnys 6th year instead, because he would be the only teacher that couldn't be tortured or killed for breaking the Death Eaters rules. And that makes me wonder if any of the other ghosts left, too? We haven't heard much about them.

ANyway, can't wait for chapter 5!

Thanks for your ask, anon! I can't tell you how happy it makes me that out of everything else in this fic, Binns' absence is the thing you keep noticing.

I love the theories and this is no exception... and I don't want to give too much away on this particular matter (do with that what you will), but I'm so stoked you put this much thought into your predictions about this little fic 👀

Chapter 5 coming very soon!

#cuthbert binns is just taking his long-awaited sabbatical wym #sipping a piña colada brushing up on giant wars #asked and answered #chasing #hogwarts ghosts #chasing chapter 5

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Apologies for gushing but your last fic twenty-two was just so beautiful! I'm wondering how you come up with so many good details in all your fics? I'm working on getting better at imagery and would love hearing more about your process, you just have such way with descriptions!

first off, thank you so so much anon! this made my whole week!

but oof, this one is tough since i'm definitely not an authority on descriptive writing (or any sort of writing, really), and i'm not particularly introspective about the process. and twenty-two more or less fell out of my head in one piece, which doesn't happen very often for me, so i'm working a little backwards here.

so at the risk of sounding incredibly preachy, i've taken a stab at articulating how i tend to think when creating scenes. maybe some of this will be helpful?

for me as a reader, details that tend to stick out are both extremely specific and concise. the specific part comes a little easier for me when writing - picking out little actions and details from everyday life that i don't tend to read about very often - but the language precision takes more work. if a detail requires too many descriptors to convey the full picture, i'll usually revisit and search for more specific words or axe it completely.

i think it's really important to trust our abilities to describe things uniquely! which sometimes means swinging for the fences and missing entirely with an analogy that doesn't work, but i find that so much more interesting than relying on clichés.

i'll add to the choir of advocates for killing your darlings. deep down, you know if something doesn't fit. i keep a "dump now use later" doc as a personal pacifier, because it feels easier to delete an *incredibly clever* bit of wording if i think i can recycle it someday (spoiler: i won't).

i try not to think about this too hard, but syntax is a really helpful tool for flow and for characterizing a narrative voice (she says in full awareness that hermione's inner monologue in her fics sounds a lot like ginny's which sounds a lot like harry's... 😬).

i like to let descriptive verbs do the talking over adverbs an adjectives. again this is based on my preferences as a reader; i find actions to be much more immersive when they can stand alone without modifiers.

a wonderful beta changed my life by ruthlessly trimming the fat from one of my works. this is a little different than cutting out entire ideas that don't fit, more like removing filler from your sentences that dilute the point. i'm not necessarily advocating for a minimalist tone (lord knows we're far from that), but this kind of editing really helps the details pop.

a n y w a y , all of that feels very boiled down to a science, which might go against the point? i think it can be good to consider these things while editing, but i guess the biggest piece of 'advice' i would offer is to try and let your voice and your plot/ideas speak before any of the language mechanics. i usually feel most stuck when i'm too focused on phrasing something that doesn't serve the bigger picture, and zooming out to "what is this scene even doing here" often helps me realize that (ahoy, we've circled back to killing our darlings).

maybe some of that made sense, and if not i apologize, but thank you so much again anon for this humongous bit of flattery and for letting me ramble!

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#sweated my whole way through typing this out #not much to see here kindly keep scrolling #anon ask #answered #writing thoughts #the craft

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chasing au in which the party scene between ginny and zacharias ends in a good snog instead? thoughts?

'bet your hols were pretty mellow...' 👻

damn anon, way to call out this fic's true endgame: a slow burn enemies-to-lovers quidditch rivalry between hogwarts' mouthiest captains 🧹

jfc

seriously though, in prepping for chapter 4 i revisited all of zach smith's appearances and he's just... so mean. and not even in a cute flirty way like draco.

so i won't be the one writing this one, but if you feel so inclined then by all means! love that for you! 👏

#zinny

#more inbox answers coming today! #including some sneak peeks! #about time amirite #anon ask #answered #chasing chapter 4 #chapter 5 coming soon

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Luna Lovegood

#gah what a queen #in my lovegood era #luna lovegood #fanart

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More Luna!!

#🤩 #luna lovegood #fanart

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twenty-two

That year, the seventh month dies on a Wednesday and they leave town.

for dearest @turanga4, if a little belated. thank you for being so wonderfully you.

preview below the cut, full piece on AO3:

It has them both feeling like kids again, like sneaking out— stuffing his rucksack with shorts and sun cream after work in the dead of night, rolling the top to force it closed around a broken drawstring. By the time he’s shouldering the bag she checks her watch and it’s gone midnight. Twelve minutes into the thirty-first.

She doesn’t acknowledge it, but now he’s looking at her with his brow furrowed and a question forming on his mouth. She kisses it away, sweet and nutty from leftover Thai. Takes his hand from her hip, locks the flat behind them. She’s thinking they just might Apparate somewhere way out west this time— Charlie says California’s beautiful— they could nudge right up to where yesterday’s only half gone, buy him another day before he’s older than his parents ever got to be.

But they won’t. 

He leads the way down the steps and around the corner. There’s hardly a breeze, but the night is cool on the back of her neck as the street slumbers under orange lamplight. A block away, back doors of pubs are clanging open for closing staff, bin bags thrown in the skips, keys and change jangling en route to bus stops. The light over the mouth of their usual alleyway is burnt out, so they slip into the dark.

He’s looking at her now, tugging her close till she can smell the soap and linen from his shower, something a little richer in the crook of his neck like the cologne on his top shelf. He’s motionless, concentrating— it’s always like this for a second before Apparating so far. Last week for a laugh she offered to book a Portkey this time instead, something about him getting on in years. Earned herself a spatter of marinara flicked from a spoon.

“I can do it,” she offers now. She’s already picturing cobblestones and stucco and a blue door.

“S’fine,” he murmurs into her hair.

He twists, and for a long moment they’re somewhere between here and there.

#this one's for when we don't care much to celebrate #yet another birthday by the sea #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #summer 2002 #non-linear narrative #drabbles

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Sunlight Through the Curtains

She was well past ready to get up. She didn’t know how long she had been lying there awake, but it was long enough that the slant of bright sunlight slicing through the gap in the curtains had moved in an arc across the ceiling. From the angle of the light, she calculated it was likely at least half-past ten, but she couldn’t see the clock from here. Her bladder was fit to burst and there was a rumble in her stomach as she contemplated what to cook for breakfast and hell, but she could murder a cup of tea right now.  Still, she didn’t rise. Her head turned to look at the sleeping face on the pillow beside her. He’d fallen asleep with his hand on her breast. His breath moved in and out through his nose in long, soft snores. Harry always could sleep like the dead on a Sunday morning.  She looked back to the ceiling, feeling the weight of his hand holding her there as though, even in sleep, he feared losing her. It was sweet. But damn, she really had to pee. Slowly, so as to avoid waking him, she rolled to her side, intending to swing her feet over the edge of the bed. His hand slipped down to rest over her navel as she did. Reflexively, without waking, Harry let out a soft sigh, wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her backwards against him. Her body moulded against his snuggly, arse pressed firmly against his pelvis. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, feel each exhale ticking the hair at her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the resigned smile stretch across her lips. She groped blindly for her wand on her bedside table. When at last her fingers had managed to grasp it, she flicked it at the curtains. The gap snapped shut with a slight clatter of the rings, and the streak of sunshine flickered out.  Her bladder could wait a little longer.

On AO3 here

#ficlet rec #microfic #warm and fuzzy saturday #ala baguette's a rockstar per usual

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Golden trio? Maybe this one?

#l e g e n d s !! #gryffindor bamfs #quidditch #fan art #chasers #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #katie bell

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Ramona Wultschner on Instagram

#this is the vibe this weekend in my neck of the woods #watercolor #art

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Scottish Landscapes By Gustave Dore

#moodboard

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Chasing chapter four - Feint

She stood there in her towel a little longer, pressed up over the sink the way she remembered watching the older girls do. Longer, curvier bodies than she’d ever imagined herself fitting into, impossibly grown up. Women. Searching for imperfections, she’d assumed— anything they could magic or pluck away before slipping on higher skirts and fuller bras. But maybe instead they’d been doing what she was now, studying themselves to figure out whether this was it— a glimpse beyond the fleetingness of adolescence— if the person staring back was the one she had grown into, not one she would grow out of.

Reflections, rain, and revelry.

Many, many thanks for all of your check-ins/questions during this unexpected hiatus; they've truly meant the world! This one's long and a little heavy— prepare for teenage riffraff and two parties for the price of one— and if you're craving more scenes with a certain green-eyed someone, stay tuned for chapter five!

Listen below for Hermione's party soundtrack and Ginny's character theme!

Playlist can be found here. 💫

Songs for chapter four (real bangers here): Maybe Sprout Wings - The Mountain Goats Begging for Rain - Maggie Rogers Flying Sails (Ginny's Theme!) - The Gothard Sisters Bones - Radiohead I Hope I Didn't Just Give Away the Ending - New Radicals

P.S. - Quick update on the progress of this fic:

Life and work have been a runaway train these past months, but I'm finding more time for ~balance~ (read: writing) and am hoping to keep that going. That said, I won't continue promising quick updates because I'm terrible at delivering those, but rest assured this fic isn't going anywhere, and I'm looking forward to posting more regularly. Thanks a million to all of you following along; answers to asks are forthcoming 💕

#at long last #teenage ennui by the truckload with this one #and the boys split up a bar brawl #my favorites from the playlist so far #chapter four #chasing #ginny weasley #hinny #hermione granger #quidditch

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summers at the Burrow

(harry wants to read but ginny is determined to get his attention)

#darlings! #skinned knees and sunlit days #hinny

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i wrote this for remadora fest | explicit | ~3k words | prompt: their first time being intimate after months of mutual pining and awkwardness.

“Come lie down with me,” she says. 

on ao3

image: william mortensen, ho ho off to sabbath (1928)

#gorgeous! #heartbreaking and funny and romantic! #peak evestyves right here #remadora #fic rec