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crumple-hornedsnorkack · 4 months

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Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey having tea together.

This was part of #BLISSEMBER2021 prompt "cosy". Here, cosy has a double meaning, since it also refers to the cosy covering the teapot.

Honestly, this is all I want to do these days.

#hp fanart #harry potter fanart #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #madam pomfrey #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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slimmwrites · 2 years

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'He is half of my soul, as the poets say'

#Patrochilles #the song of achilles #patroclus #tsoa achilles #tsoa #madeline miller #artists on tumblr #digital art #tsoa fanart #patroclus x achilles #lgbt art #romance #queer #greek myth art #fanart #digitalartworks #blissember2021 #commissionart #art challenge

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, thats my man.

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #hands #blissember2021 #day 5 prompt #digital art #marauders #fanart #i want exactly zero things in my inbox about this #unless theyre complimentary #because im amazing

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bubblytonks · 2 years

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lily taking her boys out for a night in muggle london 🥂

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smolbus · 2 years

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Blissember Day 7 - Royal

#blissember2021 #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #prince henry

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girlwithacrown · 2 years

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@kidovna and I (@wolfstars_) are back with #blissember2021 prompts to put the BLISS in December ❤️ Hosting on instagram, but you can also post here or on A03 (Collection BLISSEMBER_2021).

Open to all kinds of contents: art, writing, edits etc.

Don't feel obliged I do all or be on time - it's just for fun and games!

#blissember2021 #blissember #all fandoms #writing prompt #prompt list #challenge #December prompts #wolfstar #Harry Potter

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historicalley-art · 2 years

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Wolfstar for prompt 13, TATTOO for #blissember2021 hosted by @wolfstars_ and @kidovna 💕

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msblackx · 2 years

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Dear Diary - Blissember 1

hope you’ll enjoy this little piece here :) I’m actually proud of myself, since it’s the first thing I’ve finished in a lot. I love this blissember’s prompts, and I hope to be able to partecipate to all of them!

In the text you’ll read names that will probably make you wonder what the hell you’re reading… Don’t worry! Those are some new characters, from the fanfic I’ve been writing for almost a year, now. Context will be given either in the next days of blissember, or posted here on my tumblr.

Dear Mum,

Today the air’s cold, for the first time in a while. It surprised me, I was not ready, at all. It’s not snowing, though. Dad says it won't snow until at least November (but then, again, he also said it wasn't going to get this cold until at least next month).

The first week of school has gone by, longer and even more dreadful that I’d predicted it to be. Since the very first day, Diana has insisted to take me out on the Pitch, always saying she has to practice her new strategy with someone actually skilled, and, since Albus and Adhara have refused to put up with this nonsense, the most obvious choice was me. I know why she’s really doing that, and I know that Adhara wouldn't have missed a single opportunity to breathe the green and wet grass of the Quidditch Pitch. And also, Diana is a monster on the Pitch, even her new, unpracticed method seems flawless. But, honestly, I’m grateful for it, and for all of my friends.

My mind sometimes forgets. And, before guilt spills in and through me, it’s beautiful. It’s warm, and peaceful, and quiet again for fragments of time -though short, not even enough for a second, let alone a lifetime- and it’s bittersweet. Because my ribs still hurt. And so does my chest. And so does my head, full of memories of you.

I don't know how many times I’ve fought the stupid urge to cuss in this letter, but you hated it. You said that it made me sound ugly, and that I was too pretty for that. If you knew how many fucking times I’ve felt like screaming every word that sounds hideous. Because that’s how I feel. You taught me to never keep anything inside, to never be ashamed of my emotions, and to always speak them out-loud. I don't think you’d like to hear me doing that, now. But you can’t, can you? You can never hear anything again. You can't hear my emotions ever again. And I have so many… too many. Overwhelming me. Flowing into unknown, with not enough time to even process them. And I had in mind to say a lot to you. A lot. A lot. A lot.

But I’ve barely said “I love you”, and you’ve left so early. Too early. All the things we’ve left unsaid, they weigh on me deeply, day after day. But, I suppose, that’s what grief really is, isn't it? All the laughs, the confessions, the fights, the hugs, the midnight talks, the complaints about Dad, our Love, left unsaid… lingering in the, now thicker, veil between you and me. It’ll become like a comfortable silence, sooner or later, and grief’ll become somewhat pleasant, maybe even sort of warm and enjoyable, and I’ll wish it to never go away. Because that’s you, and that’s us, and it’s more magical than magic itself.

Maybe you’ll never write to me again, or constantly send me sweets behind Dad’s back. And you’ll never hug and kiss me each time I’ll come back home. And you’ll never take me to King’s Cross again. And you’ll never tell me again, for the millionth time, how you and Dad met, or kissed for the first time. And you’ll never call me Scorp again, or even call me at all. Maybe you’ll never wake me up, in the middle of the night, with an Howler, just because you promised to sing me Happy Birthday every year, right when the new day began. And it hurts. It hurts so much, I can’t breathe. But that’s what has made those memories even more special and unforgettable. And I’ll never forget how much I’ve loved you.

I still love you Mum. And I miss you forever.

Always, your Scorp.

@kidovna @girlwithacrown

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purplerainbow-butterflies · 2 years

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Blissemeber Update - Portrait!

“Andromeda Nymphadora Malfoy and Regulus Draco Malfoy, no! ”

Scorpius chuckled. It seemed that Andie, who was eight, and Reg, who was three (and a half, you can’t forget the half Papa!), were refusing their nicer clothes. He walked over to their youngest, Astoria Minerva, and smiled at her sleeping figure. Like her siblings were currently doing, she had initially put up a fight putting on the small dress-onesie she currently wore, and promptly fallen asleep once it was on. He picked her up gently and softly rocked her against his chest.

Prompt 17 for Blissember is live! Go take a read - https://archiveofourown.org/works/35674126/chapters/89184022

#blissember2021 #scorbus #i had fun writing this it is my favorite so far

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regulusfate · 2 years

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blissember2021

dear diary. hp , narnia .

“Penny for your thoughts.” He could hear the smirk in his brother's voice, dancing on the edge of his lips and somewhere a flower bloomed beneath the aching sun.

“Knut.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s knut for your thoughts, not penny.”

Peter shifted, his fingers half tucked into his pockets, a loose thread spilling down the edge towards the floor. The smirk fell, faltering under the dimming library lights and a spill of hair billowed into his eyes. Swept up in the ocean.

“You know, this is why you’re alone.” Dry, unimpressed, and Edmund’s fingers twitched beneath the table, instinctive, a rolling urge to grip the air and drag those spoken words to depths of his lungs once more.

“Please, don’t take an interest in my love life.” He groans instead, letting his spine bump against the back of the chair and push against the table to rock backwards.

They tell him there’s no need to be ashamed of where you come from, his mother tucking a strand of hair behind his ear ( vacant fields and far fetched dreams and-), dough beaten on the wood and flour coating his fingers. He traces the freckles on his arms through the dust of white, like moments of skin poked from the languishing sun, warm drops of molten gold. It’s honey on his tongue.

He’s not ashamed.

But there’s no harm in trying to fit in.

Those eyes are staring at him, head half cocked to the side and they know something. Then, Peter’s drawing back a chair, and folding himself into its confines, long legs stretching past Edmund, bumping his shoes. ‘don’t scuff them’ is a listless wisp, an echo.

“I meant the feast you numbskull,” Peter snorts, absently glancing at the shroud of books becoming his visage from the hollow corner he’d filled out. It wasn’t like he meant to sit there, it just happened (‘you’re hiding away again’). But no accusation comes, even as Peter’s eyes roam the expanse of shelves and labyrinth of tables, a glimmer touches the edge of his lips, a soft longing built behind walls of sleeveless passion.

“I wasn’t – alone – yesterday.” He sighed, half heartedly, “Cadmus was late that’s all.”

“I’m not ,” Peter paused, hands coming to rest on the table as he sat forwards, frowning. “I’m not trying to criticise your friends Ed. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

He would be fine. As soon as he got this ridiculous work figured out. Dream Diaries. Absolutely bloody ridiculous-

“Come on, everyone loves the Halloween feasts.”

“Lucky them.” A snap, breathing harshly through his nose and scowling at the lines of words beginning to scramble within his head, to the blank pages waiting underneath his arms.

“Lucky you, if you turned up.”

“Pete.”

A soft touch, and Edmund’s glad he chose the back corner amongst the diligent shadows, as his shoulders melted to the warm hand closing around the nap of his fallen neck, rubbing lightly. The low noise of a shifting chair, his mouth moves to protest but doesn’t, glued together in some sudden entrance of peace he was unaware he was missing.

Peter’s knee bumped against his.

Inhale. Exhale. This great heaving breath in a symphony of unopened words clogged within his throat, rolling from his chest. And his brother, steady, constant (‘ your name means rock peter !’ , ‘ well he does have two lumbering left feet.’) a stronghold of battlements upon a hill.

“ It’s this stupid homework.”

“Divination Diary things right?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s okay, what do you need help with?”

That question, a blessing and a curse. But he did need help.

The hand stays on his shoulder even as he sits up, half leaning into the chair as if the warmth from his body would be reciprocated. Instead the cold wood burrowed sharply into his stomach.

“It’s just .. I don’t understand what to write about.”

Peter stared at him for a moment.

“I could be wrong,” he began slowly, “but usually in a dream diary, your dreams tend to suffice.”

“I know that , I – know – that .” His palms dig into his eyes, feeling the pressure pulse through his skull and sucked in a breath.

“Hey come on,” Peter sat forwards, face shifting, squeezing the nap of his neck once more. “Talk me to me, I can try to help.”

Edmund lets the movement seep a little reassurance into his bones, tired and aching against the library light.

“My dreams,” his voice lowers instinctively, though they’re undisturbed by the two Hufflepuff first years across the room. “My dreams they’re .. nightmares.”

The hand on his neck stiffens, and drops to his arm.

“I can’t write about them. It would – she would read them, make some prediction or something and, she can’t , not about that.”

There’s a billowing silence, as though the wind and snuck through the cracks in the stone, vacuumed to their very moment through the echoing walls.

“Okay, so lie.”

Edmund blinked.

“Did the head boy just tell me to lie ?”

“If that’s the worst a head boy does I’d say they’re doing pretty well.” Peter grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. A lump crawls up his throat. Guilt.

“Clearly not humble.”

“Who said I was talking about me?”

“What’s the worst thing you’ve done then?”

Their knees bump once more, and there’s a spark in the ocean of Peter's eyes that shimmers with a bite of mischief. Now Edmund has to know.

“Nothing Ed,”

Definitely lying.

“But you realise most of your classmates will be doing the same thing. As long as you have the work done it doesn’t have to be true.”

For a moment he considered pointing out that once again, the head boy was implying he partook and condoned lying to a teacher. But the blank pages lurched horribly up to his face and her face reflected in the light against the ink pot.

“Right.” Edmund sighed instead, leaning back and letting his head roll to stare up at the arching wood of the ceiling. “That’s .. easier.”

“Yeah.”

So distinctly those eyes bore into the side of his head, never far from the storms of concern captured amongst the frothing waters. The urge to apologise grew larger. He wasn’t ashamed. But before his mouth could open, his brother was speaking, and even a thank you fell from his throat.

“So , I’ll see you at the feast?”

His nose wrinkled automatically. Peter chuckled, taking his non committal silence as a yes and started to rise.

“Hey Pete,”

His golden haired brother paused, letting Edmunds fingers scrape the cuff of his sleeves for a moment as his hand snatched out, and eyed him curiously.

“Penny – Pennies are good too.”

It feels silly to say out loud, but worth it all the same, as Peter’s face lights up with a barking laugh that makes the first years jump.

Maybe he’d get away with just giving Peter his old piggy bank for Christmas this year.

Dear Diary, Day One.

Accosted by an enemy who turned out to be a friend.

Because of the alignment of Mars and Venus, probably.

#harrypotter #blissember2021 #narnia #hp crossover #narnia fanfiction #narnia fandom #hp fanfic

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heatherwiththeweather · 2 years

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merry christmas! Here are my two Christmas fics that I posted today if you wanted some festive reading :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35952214

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35956171

If you do find that you have time and interest to read them, I hope you enjoy! Heather🌸

#ao3 #fanfic #harry potter #cursed child #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #potter family #malfoy family #dad draco #blissember2021

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themoon-phases · 2 years

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Promet 1 for #blissember2021 ‘Diary’💞😢 • I know its a bit late, but school has been really stressing, hope you enjoy this hurried piece anyway❤️🥰 - Dear Diary,i Met a boy He made my doll Heart light up with joy Dear Diary, we fell apart Welcome to the life of Remus Lupin #remuslupinfanart #harrypotterfanart #siriusblackfanart #deardiary #fanart #themarauders #siriusblackdeath https://www.instagram.com/p/CXCf53UqVfG/?utm_medium=tumblr

#blissember2021 #remuslupinfanart #harrypotterfanart #siriusblackfanart #deardiary #fanart #themarauders #siriusblackdeath

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slimmwrites · 2 years

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'When I think of Nathan, I think of warmth. Of reds, and oranges. But most of all, I think of yellow. That just seems like such a Nathan-y color. Happiness, joy, his optimism, that smile.'

My rendition of the painting Ben made of Nathan in I Wish You all the Best

#Mason deaver #Iwyatb #i wish you all the best #Ben and Nathan #Nonbinary #artists on tumblr #lgbtq #fanart #digitalartworks #blissember2021 #romancebooks #Comfort reads

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moonyandtoasts · 2 years

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Socks prompt for #blissember2021

Moony and Padfoot ❤️

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanart #hp fandom #harry potter #my art #atyd wolfstar #wolfstar ao3 #wolfstar supremacy #wolfstar art #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony x padfoot #moonytoyourwolfstar #padfoot #remus x sirius #gryffindor

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elyonblackstar · 2 years

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BLISSEMBER – DAY 2 Traditions

I know I’m suuuper late but I’m doing my best :’D here’s the second prompt for the #blissember2021 list! I choose to portray a Christmas for little Harry in a scenario where he got to grow up with Sirius and Remus, so despite losing his parents, I think he would have been a lot happier and safe with his uncles! In this scenario their tradition it’s to honor Lily and James by decorating together always including deer in the bunch :3 I’m sure they would never forget them, and this would help feel them closer even if they’re not together anymore :’)As always, I hope you will like this, and let me know your thoughts

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanart #wolfstar #Sirius Black #remus lupin #christmas #hp fanart #hp fandom #Fanart

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girlwithacrown · 2 years

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Sirius' diary for #blissember2021 prompt DIARY

#wolfstar #raising harry #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #my fanart #potter #hogwarts #marauders era #wolfstar fanart #dadfoot

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