#Edward the Seventh

[mariocki]

RIP Timothy West (20.10.1934 - 12.11.2024)

"We met when we were cast with small parts in that really boring play, so had both brought the crossword to stop us going mad. We saw each other across the rehearsal room doing it, so decided to sit together. Then we couldn’t record because of the strike one day so we went to the cinema, Pru and I, to see The Grass is Greener with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. The show was cancelled, but a bit later Pru sent me a card saying ‘they’re reviving that terrible play, are you in it?’ I wasn’t but we started writing to each other then."

"Humour is vital, and respect for what people do and what people think. Kindness is important, and we’ve always had the same humour, laughed at the same things, been interested in the same things, got cross about the same things. And been in the same business. We have often been away from each other work-wise and therefore we’re always very glad to see each other again."

[travelling-my-little-pony]

It's the first day of the month, so it's Love Wishes with a letterbox day!

Love Wishes has found a disused letterbox.

In Skenfrith, in Wales.

[gone2soon-rip]

TIMOTHY WEST (1934-Died November 12th 2024,at 90).English actor and presenter. He appeared frequently on stage and television,and was well known for roles on stage in Shakespearean plays. His many role including his break-out title role,in the 1975 historical drama series,Edward the Seventh,and later,as patriarch Bradley Hardacre,in the ITV series,Brass.and stints in both Coronation Street (as Eric Babbage) and EastEnders (as Stan Carter), and Not Going Out, as the original Geoffrey Adams.His many film roles included The Day of the Jackal (1973),Nicholas & Alexandra (1971),Masada (1981),and Iris (2001),the biography of autrhor Iris Murdoch.He played the character of Maurice,and his real life son,actor Sam West,played his characters younger self. He was married to the actress Prunella Scales for 61 years. From 2014 to 2019, they travelled together on UK and overseas canals in the Channel 4 series Great Canal Journeys.Later in life,Prunella has begun to suffer from Alzheimer's disease,for which Tim had been very supportive and open about his wifes failing health.showing such devotion as evident in their Great Canal Journeys tv series.Timothy West - Wikipedia

[kwebtv]

Edward the Seventh - ITV - April 1, 1975 - July 1, 1975

Historical Drama (13 episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Stars: (brief listing) (Complete Listing)

Annette Crosbie as Queen Victoria (episodes 1–10)

Timothy West as Albert Edward ("Bertie"), Prince of Wales, later King Edward VII (episodes 5–13)

Helen Ryan as Princess Alexandra, later Queen Alexandra (episodes 6–13)

Robert Hardy as Prince Albert (episodes 1–4)

Felicity Kendal as Bertie's older sister Princess Vicky, later Empress Frederick of Germany (episodes 2–5, 8, 10 and 11)

Michael Byrne as Fritz, later Frederick III, German Emperor (episodes 2–5, 8)

Charles Sturridge as Young Bertie (episodes 2–4)

Simon Gipps-Kent as Younger Bertie (episode 2)

Deborah Grant as Young Alexandra (episodes 4–5)

Christopher Neame as Bertie's nephew Kaiser Wilhelm II (episodes 8 and 10–13)

Gwyneth Strong as Minny (young Dagmar) (episodes 4–5)

Jane Lapotaire as Empress Marie of Russia (older Dagmar; Dagmar was the sister of Bertie's wife Alexandra and later wife of Tsar Alexander III) (episodes 6–8, 10, 12–13)

Alison Leggatt as the Duchess of Kent (episodes 1–3)

Joseph O'Conor as Lord Melbourne (episode 1)

Michael Barrington as Sir Robert Peel (episode 1)

John Welsh as the Duke of Wellington (episode 1)

Arthur Hewlett as the Earl of Aberdeen (episode 2)

André Morell as Lord Palmerston (episodes 2–5)

Peter Collingwood as Lord John Russell (episode 4–5)

Michael Hordern as William Ewart Gladstone (episodes 5–6 and 8–10)

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Horned Turtle

It doesn't like having visitors . . . unless it's having them for lunch.

Artist: Edward P. Beard, Jr. TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[thevioletscout]

Because I can't tell if no one understood what I was going for or if everyone understood and it was obvious

Obviously its not a perfect one to one. The Seventh Coil is an eldritch abomination while Tyria is just the run of a mill child of two people who really should not have had children. But as mentioned previously there is potential scandal with Fingerking aligned Poor Edward and honorary cat Emery getting married in the end and having a daughter. And we know the horror last time a cat and a snake came together.

As for why I was dancing around it and being weirdly cryptic, it was mainly because I'm not sure how good this comparison actually is and was operating under the mindset that if someone else said it before me then it would be fine but I just kinda made my insecurities worse. So lesson learned lol.

[countvonreutern]

His Serene Highness The Count of Münnich and Reutern extends his heartfelt best wishes to his esteemed cousin, His Majesty King Charles III, on the occasion of His Majesty’s 76th birthday.

His Majesty is His Serene Highness's seventh cousin twice removed through Her Majesty the late Queen Elizabeth II, and his tenth cousin once removed through His Royal Highness the late Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.

[cleowho]

Dragonfire - season 24 - 1987

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would happen if Bella's gift had melted James a la Hong at the ballet studio?

The Seventh Seal

Nothing.

It's assumed by everyone (mostly Edward) that Bella's not responsible. Perhaps it's an act of god/miracle or James lit himself on fire off screen from the camera.

Edward will go to his grave though before admitting that Bella could possibly have done this.

As Bella doesn't realize Bella could do this either, it's not discussed.

Aro may have questions but that meeting is already getting weird as it is so he's not going to bring that up.

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Love You Seven Times (2023)

Gifs of Ending of cdrama “Love You Seven Times”

【FULL】 Love You Seven Times EP01: Xiangyun and Chukong Accidentally Fall in Love | 七时吉祥 | iQIYI

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xyp7WQ07NNA

[shadow13dickpistons]

No, seriously, I love this miniseries. I'm a George VI girlie and think Edward VIII was too much like his grandpa but now I love his grandpa and I'm not going back.

Don't think about the Love Chair, do not think about the Love Chair-

[sherdnerd]

Thanks for the tag @enlitment!

rules: post 4 pieces of art you like and make a poll so that people can vote for their favourite, then tag 4 friends to do the same

Be glad that I didn't just do 4 of the course of empire paintings! Also not me taking literally the entire day to think about this oops

I'll tag @tunathena @wilted-wizard @sparrowsarecool & @english-soda if yall feel up to it! And If I didn't tag you, feel free to jump on anyway!

Tagged by @permanenthistorydamage (my sister in many things).

rules: post 4 pieces of art you like and make a poll so that people can vote for their favourite, then tag 4 friends to do the same

Tagging @enlitment @echo-bleu @clove-pinks @fleur-de-paris

[nottslove]

i keep spamming vixen by ayesha at the gym

main character vibe

event; profile; nav; hi honey!! believe me, i squealed when i saw you participating in the event... i'd never heard this song before until now, and i actually like it.

totally gives off main character vibes. so, i figured, this song would have to describe two, extremely stubborn main characters, both fighting for the upper hand....

enter you and enter mattheo riddle. 2.6k words

warnings: slightly nsfw, fwb, toxic relationship

song: vixen, ayesha erotica slytherin boy: mattheo riddle.

YOU had always been attracted to danger, always liked the thrill of putting yourself in risky situations, perhaps that was why you found yourself fascinated with him in the beginning.

the dark lord's son, the boy who was feared by half of hogwarts, and envied and respected by the other half.

he had it all; the looks, the brains, the charm, and even the arrogance and big-headedness that came with having to deal with all of that.

you didn't know how you stood him. but then again, the rest of your friends in your group did act as good buffers.

you always hung out in a group, from first year, to seventh.

things began to change during the end of the sixth year.

pansy got a girlfriend, so she would hang out with her, instead of the rest of you guys.

the get-togethers still went on, and you would all sit by the fireplace in the slytherin common room, or in the local pub at hogsmeade.

draco was the next to leave after pansy. he too, got a girlfriend.

lorenzo left too, eventually, trailing after this hufflepuff girl he was smitten with.

still, you, mattheo and theo would continue with your meetups, until theo transferred his attentions to chase after another witch he had a one night stand with.

leaving just you and mattheo.

you did try to hang out with him in the beginning, but after the first ten minutes of him smoking a cigarette and you reading your book, filled with mindless chatter here and there, the awkward silence that filled the space grew suffocating.

eventually, you decided that you would rather hang out alone.

"doesn't make sense for just the two of us to sit in silence since there's no one else," mattheo had agreed with you.

your friends did inquire why the two of you didn't hang out— "we're too different..." was your answer.

your friends also asked why the pair of you didn't find romantic partners to hang out with.

"you know me— i'm a low commitment guy..." mattheo had shrugged with a smirk.

"edwards and i broke up again," you replied, mentioning your ex-boyfriend; surely, an uncomfortable topic. "i'm not looking for anything serious right now..."

edwards had been your first love; and you had been dating steadily for a few months, until you broke up once over a small fight. ever since then, it had been an on and off relationship with him, and you felt suffocated in the relationship after he kept cutting ties with you, then winning you back with some grand, romantic gesture.

your friends, feeling a little uncomfortable at the mention of edwards, never brought the topic of you and mattheo hanging out with each other, or with other people again.

and the first few times the rest of your friends left to chase after their own romantic interests, you and mattheo dispersed as well; you going to the library and him staying in the common room, you realized there were only so many places you could go without running into mattheo.

suddenly he was everywhere; your paths kept tangling.

in the library? he was there.

quidditch pitch? he was there.

even when you got detention, he happened to be there.

eventually, you stopped trying to fight the forces that brought you two together and embraced it.

turned out, you had a lot in common with mattheo. and you did get along pretty well, even though the dialogue mostly consisted of unhinged flirting, dirty jokes, constant bickering, dissing, arguing and laughing.

it was exhilarating, to say the least.

you couldn't recall the last time you'd had this much fun in detention, and mattheo made up his mind that perhaps you weren't the uptight girl he thought you were.

sure you did contribute a lot to your conversations as an entire friend group, but alone?

god, he never knew you were so witty and flirty.

it drove him insane.

especially when he insulted you and you retorted by harshly slapping his shoulder and using the filthiest curse-words known to man.

or when he teased you about the amount of books you read and you flipped him off.

the worst moment for him was when you wore those slutty, short skirts of yours and it would hike up slightly as you would sit down. that was when he would catch a glimpse of the lace garter strapped to your upper thigh, holding a tiny flask of what he was sure was not water or pumpkin juice.

whether you were talking, or in class, his eyes wandered down to your thigh more often than he would care to admit, and he would have to excuse himself to the men's room.

he was growing addicted to you, and he didn't know it. he constantly had to deal with his urge to pin you against every surface and fuck the shit out of you.

as the pair of you walked back from detention together, you decided you were having too much fun together to part ways once you got to the common room.

hence you both found yourselves in front of the fireplace in the empty common room, casually betting on whether or not professor snape and the new ancient runes professor were sleeping together.

before you knew it, mattheo had pulled out a joint and offered you one. placing it between his lips, he fished around his pockets for a lighter.

"shit, you got a light? can't find mine—"

you gave him a sultry smile, and an understanding nod. "don't worry, i got you covered..." and then, you placed the death stick between your dark, red lips, and before mattheo's very eyes, you undid one of the buttons of your blouse and dug your fingers into your bra, looking for your lighter, unaware that he was losing his fucking mind.

he had never seen anything hotter.

you didn't realize the effect your actions had on mattheo, until you saw the slight rise in his pants. you knew exactly what you were doing when you pulled out the lighter and used it to light the tip of your cigarette, which was still dangling from your lips.

it was still warm from your body heat when you gave it to mattheo, and him, just knowing it had been stuffed inside your bra, pressing against your tits was struggling to hide his growing erection, which was straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

he simply couldn't stop staring, and he did nothing to hide his painfully obvious boner.

you noticed.

"close your mouth, darling, you'll catch flies," you drawled, your voice dripping with confidence.

"did— fuck, doll— did that just come out from your bra?" mattheo asked, head spinning. he simply couldn't believe it.

"they don't stitch pockets in girls' skirts," you replied vaguely, fully aware of mattheo's gaze on your tits that peeked out from beneath your shirt. "you can keep it if you like..."

you trailed off lightly, your eyes flickering up to meet his.

he stashed the lighter in his pocket, patting it lightly as if it were his most valuable possession.

his eyes never left yours as he says his next words, fully prepared to catch you off-guard.

"is that why you carry a flask of whiskey strapped to your thigh as well?" he drawled.

your breath hitched, and your eyes widened. no one was supposed to find out about that.

still, you weren't going to let him know he had the upper hand here.

"been staring at my thighs, matty?" you whispered, leaning closer, at an angle that gave him a perfect view of your tits right down your shirt.

"more than you can fucking imagine," he muttered through gritted teeth, your little nickname driving him feral.

"now now, be careful—wouldn't want you to cum in your pants now, would we?" you whispered, fingers reaching softly to caress his bulge over his jeans, your long, manicured nails grazing against the material and causing him to hiss lightly through his teeth.

that was when all hell broke loose. he didn't ask for permission any more. he wasn't going to treat you like a gentle princess when you were right there, acting like a whore.

his mouth collided fiercely with yours, emitting a possessive growl as he pulled you into his lap, cigarette dangling from his fingers.

the cigarette smoke had definitely messed with your mind, because you were grinding against him whilst making out with him, and it simply wasn't enough.

you wanted more. you needed more.

your manicured nails were buried into his hair, the other clutching his shirt, skirt riding higher and higher as your gyrated your hips over his.

"i need more," he muttered, hand flitting to your garter, pulling it away from your thigh and letting it snap back into place, causing a slight sting of pleasurable pain to kiss your delicate skin.

"this is a one time thing," you warned him, before you gave him all control of the situation, knowing all too well he would satisfy your needs.

the amount of times his sexual conquests had been discussed in your friend group was too many for you to count.

"agreed," he replied, before he took you to his empty dorm room.

both of you never expected to do it again. you both assumed you merely needed to get each other out of your systems, but you were proved wrong the next time your friends left you alone.

it wasn't even one minute since their absence that the pair of you were already making out.

and then, you put a label to it.

friends with benefits.

it didn't end there. you swore to keep it a secret from the rest of your friends, but it was only a matter of time before they found out.

draco had forgotten his phone in the dorm room, and he had come in to get it, only to find the two of you in a very compromising position.

naturally, he had informed the rest of the group.

it was easy for you to contain your relationship with mattheo within the four walls of his dorm.

outside, you were friends. the benefits only came out when you were alone.

he didn't do relationships, or commitment, and you had just gotten out of a relationships; you weren't looking for anything serious.

until feelings began getting involved.

and until mattheo started behaving like a boyfriend outside the bedroom.

he would hold your hand, pull you into his lap randomly and make-out with you in public.

not that you minded.

he was so goddamn addictive.

when you started catching feelings, you tried to squash them, suppress them, but that proved to be difficult when he hung around you every waking moment of the day.

"we need to stop," you told mattheo one time, after he had pulled you into an empty classroom to slide his hand between your thighs.

"stop what? we won't get caught, doll—" he replied, fingers brushing against your panties.

"us. i can't keep doing this with you—"

and then you walked out.

he had helped you get over your ex. and though you hadn't been looking for anything serious, catching feelings for mattheo had made you realize how much you craved the feeling of being loved.

and to get your mind off mattheo, you began seeing another guy, hoping your feelings for your friend would go away.

they didn't.

you couldn't kiss him without thinking of mattheo.

mattheo was jealous. glaring at you from the distance, sitting on the table with all your friends around him.

"i think it's nice she's finally giving someone else a chance," pansy commented.

"shut the fuck up," growled mattheo.

"what's gotten your knickers in a twist?" scoffed theo. "thought you don't do commitments."

"i don't," replied mattheo. "that asshole doesn't deserve her."

"you should stop seeing him," mattheo commented later that evening, when you were left alone with him in the common room.

"yeah, like suddenly you know what's best for me," you replied dryly.

"oh, but i do," replied riddle, leaning in closer to your ear to allow his words to drip through, like venom.

"i know exactly where to touch you to make your toes curl. i know how how to pleasure you; until you're screaming my fucking name— does he know how to touch you? does he touch you like i do?" mattheo murmured, his hand sliding underneath your thigh, softly drawing circles on your thigh, fingers caressing your garter. "he doesn't know how gorgeous you look, screaming my name as i eat that sweet pussy..."

you slowly shook your head, your heart lurching.

and thus, mattheo knew exactly how to manipulate you.

the cycle began.

you kept calling things off, and he kept worming his way back into your pants, and your heart.

until you had enough.

"mattheo—stop," you told him, halting his hand from where it had begun to venture across your thigh. "i.. i can't do this anymore. please..."

catching the vulnerability in your tone, he looked into your eyes and distinguished the slightly glassy stare. "why not? what's wrong?"

"i just can't."

he didn't do relationships; telling him the truth would just make things worse.

"why not? because of the other guy? you still whoring around for him?" he scoffed, sounding completely pissed.

suddenly, a small sob cracked through your body, and you shook your head, completely hurt by his words.

"no," you replied back, your voice reflecting your hurt. "because i made the mistake of falling in love with an asshole like you."

instantly, he knew he had fucked up.

his heart stuttered with your confession, as dread slipped into his blood.

"doll—" he tried, trying to catch your wrist, but you slipped out of his grasp.

"don't doll me," you demanded. "we're over. i can't stand to be near someone who thinks of me as nothing but a whore."

he didn't apologize to you.

you stayed away from him; from everyone, in fact. you kept to your dorm room.

you couldn't face mattheo, or your friends. you couldn't deal with all their questions and sympathy stares.

your friend group was now split between you and mattheo; none of you hung together any more.

you were broken, and mattheo went back to picking up a different girl each night.

it didn't help that you were madly in love with him, heart clenching at the thought of him with any other girl.

eventually, you and mattheo had to talk. where you go back to tolerating each other's presence so your friends could hang out together.

mattheo was stubborn.

he had caught feelings for you; it was obvious. your friends knew, the teachers knew. everyone fucking knew.

he was just too fucking stupid and dumb to admit it.

every girl he brought back, he would moan your name. he would imagine you underneath him.

it was only until another guy asked you out that mattheo lost it all. he couldn't stand another guy touching you, being with you.

enough was enough.

"can we talk?" he asked one night, when your friends had thrown a party in the slytherin common room.

"no," you brushed him off, walking right past him.

"please, doll. one minute; that's all i need..." he begged, his brown eyes full of vulnerability. "i.. i know i fucked up. big time.."

"yeah," you replied, a dry scoff punctuating your words. "one minute only."

"i'm... i'm sorry for what i said," he admitted, after much difficulty. "i was.. i was jealous of the other guy; and pissed at him."

"you're the one who said you didn't do relationships," you quoted him. "so you shouldn't have gotten mad when i wanted one."

"that's the thing," mattheo breathed, raking a hand through his dark curls. "i didn't want a relationship until i met you."

your heart stopped. your eyes flickered up to meet his.

the rest of the party faded away.

the music dimmed, the faint beat of the woofer made the floor vibrate in sync with your heartbeat.

it was just you and him.

you, and mattheo.

"you— you... you drive me fucking insane," mattheo breathed. "i can't stop thinking about you— i love you—"

you didn't need to hear the rest.

your hands gripped his jaw and you crashed your lips against his.

the last thing you heard before you snuck away to mattheo's dorm room was his voice.

"i love you, doll."

"i hate you, riddle," you replied.

but you didn't.

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[violant-apologia]

the FL MtG cards are here!

this is like my fourth batch, but i haven't posted any of the previous ones, so let me show off some of the cards from all the batches!

briar and his three mr stoneses! these are the face commanders of the deck. there are alternate commanders that you'll see later, but this is the pair that i like using the most often.

more masters! (and bazaar-aligned entities). all the masters in the deck are vampires, and they also all have the seal of the bazaar as a watermark. just a neat bit of visual clarity, i think!

ocs! incuding mine. not all of them will be able to make it into the deck proper (for deck size and colour identity reasons) but i'm still so happy to have them all.

basic lands: seven of each. these gave me so much hassle back when i made them, but i think they turned out well!!! apart from the edge mountains which are like 70% black.

more lands! a triplet of creatureland which i feel work very well. the rest of them are neat too. whenever i say i have an underground sea proxy in the deck, people give me a Look, but how could i not! it's a perfect fit.

dfcs! the frames of these all had to be done by hand, which always took a while. i still think they turned out incredibly well, all things considered.

more creatures!! some legendary, some not. i made the decision pretty early that if i represent a named character with a nonlegendary card, i'd just cut the "the" from the name (see sallow spirifer and voracious diplomat). i think it works!

and noncreatures!! there's a vague treasure theme in the deck (as can be seen in the fall of london, revel in riches and spirifage (as well as a lot of the creatures)) but honestly most of the cards are flavour picks. still, artificial evolution has gotten me out of some jams. fun card!

aaaand tokens! which is everything. i reckon when i play this deck properly, i'll report back any fun scrapes that anyone's characters get into. like getting turned into a bug, or killing the god of death.

again, thank everyone who contributed OCs or art to this project. i'm very happy to have so many flumblr characters appear in the deck. all of the cards have art credits on them, but some probably aren't visible in the photos. so for proper credits (and as a ping list) i've included a list below the cut:

@alexis-royce: The Ex-Disgraced Academic; Mr Pages; Mr Stones (x2); New Blood. @anomalouscorvid: Darcy, the Appalling Artist; Furnace Ancona; Mr Transport; May, the Merry Gentleman; The Seventh Coil. @capn-twitchery: Captain Twitchery Lazaret. @ciriparipa: Mr Sacks. @dualclock: Oswald, the Decadent Parvenu. elena-illustration: M. Melchor. @esteemed-excellency: Haunted One; Hiram Hargrave. @feivelynart: Black Ribbon Duellist; The Carnelian Exile; The Grand Geode; London Ascends to the Stars; Thopter Token; Voracious Diplomat. u/Galvatyr: Poor Edward. @hells-dear-heart: Isidore Carter. @letters-of-fire: Boots the Cat; Giorgione, Crooked-Cross. @madame-butterfly-knife: Inessa Fonseca, Lyon. @milleart: Snuffer. @mledoesart: Mr Eaten. @oneirotecture: Warden, Scarred Silverer. @pinchbees: Merry Darthfellow. Sarah Warrington: Orsino Elderwood. @shazzbaa: Griz, the Efficient Commissioner; Mr Fires; Stargaze; Tragic Slip; Virginia, Lord Mayor of London. @sorrow2art: Cardiac Echoes, Spymaster. StagyTryout: The Avid Horizon @sunlessveils: Parabolan Kitten. @tears-n-tarot: Charlie and Artemis Burnet-Lin. @the-insouciant-scientist: Briar Hathaway, the Apologist; Mr Stones; Noman. @the-masterless-press: Betty Horvat, Pugilist. @the-noted-collector: Endemannus Korabl'nikov. @thedeafprophet: Harper Faraday. @thegreatyin: The Bandaged Scoundrel. @thunder-threnodies: Captain Francis Morgan Dargor. @torturingpeople: Edison, the Sybaritic Laureate; The Tender Pathologist. @velvetlinedbox: Doe, Waterlogged Detective. @viric-dreams: The Boil of Calamities; Drown in Dreams; Horiatio Digby; The Six Finger'd Scrimshander. @waterlogged-detective: Brett Heroux, Dandy Detective; Marian, Prickly Bluejacket; Namkuzu, Avaricious Meddler. @yuuuyang: Sigil-Ridden Navigator; Storm, God of the Roof; The Woods in Winter. @zeebreezin: August Shaw, the Black Rook.

and @failbettergames: Arcane Signet; Artificial Evolution; Beseech the Queen; Betty Horvat, Pugilist (bg); Black Market; Blood Token; The Cave of the Nadir; Censor; The Chapel of Lights; Clothes-Colony; Clue Token; Copy Token; Darkness; The Dawn Machine; Dreamscape Artist; The Echo Bazaar; The Fall of London; Flood of Tears; Food Token; Hecuba, Doomed Obliterator; Hideaway; Hillchanger Tower; The Horticultural Show; The House of Chimes; The Implacable Detective; Inessa Fonseca, Lyon (bg); The Irrepressible Heiress; Island (x7); Jack-of-Smiles; Khan's Heart; Laughable Reconstruction; Miniature Hellworm; Mountain (x7); The Mountain of Light; Mr Chimes; Perigee of Silver; The Prismatic Dowager; Probably a Coincidence; Revel in Riches; Rise and Shine; Road // Ruin; Sallow Spirifer; Salt, God of the East; The Scuttering Company; Shapeshifter Token; Spider-Council; Spirifage; Stone, God of the South; Swamp (x7); Treasure Token (x2); Underground Sea; Venderbight.

[mustelidsinlove]

Dramione one shots that are never far from my thoughts

[in no particular order; mind the tags — some of these are dark]

As Sharp as Any Thorn by Argosy [E, 8.8k]

The road to redemption is a winding one. Christmas at Grimmauld Place, Post HBP.

Art: Night and Her Daughter Sleep (detail), Mary L. Macomber, 1902

Scenes from a Marriage by hiddenhibernian [T, 5.4k]

They say love isn't about what you say, it's what you do. If you see it that way, Hermione doesn't have any reason to complain.

Art: The Lovers, Akseli Gallen-Kallela, c. 1907-1917

Grit by witchsoup [T, 4k]

Hermione attempts to diagnose a secretive patient suffering major curse damage.

Art: Hands Grasping 7, Susan Manspeizer, 2018

remedia amoris by magneticwave [M, 14.7k]

The most amazing thing about Malfoy is not that he managed to build a successful Ministry career out of the total disgrace of his family, but that somehow Hermione only despises him half of the time that they work together.

Art: Circe Offering up the Cup to Ulysses (detail), John William Waterhouse, 1891

Inside by onebedtorulethemall [M, 7.5k]

Something is wrong with Draco Malfoy.

Art: Illustration from The West Wing, Edward Gorey, 1963

With Teeth by provocative_envy [M, 5.4k]

Albus Dumbledore had been wrong about Voldemort’s horcruxes.

Art: Escape Before the Dawn, Devinez, 2023

On the Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning by PacificRimbaud [T, 5k]

In which Draco Malfoy wrestles geology and Hermione receives several gifts.

Art: Saint Augustine (detail), Philippe de Champaigne, c. 1645-1650

I am Sleeping on a Time Bomb by i forgot to blink [M, 4k]

The war is over, and they go to Antarctica.

Art: Barne Glacier, Herbert Pointing, 1911

Tromp as Writ by a_rum_of_one's_own [E, 7.2k]

‘Merlin and Morgana, what’s that?’ he breathed. ‘Muggle underwear. We’re beyond chemises, you know.’ ‘Granger,’ he said. ‘Granger. You can’t. This isn’t fair.'

Art: Saturnina Canaleta de Girona (detail), Federico de Madrazo y Kuntz, 1856

Reset by provocative_envy [M, 4.5k]

And the fear—the fear that he’s learned to swallow, choke on, bury the crushed and fragmented shards of—it's turning the space between him and her and the last six weeks, the last six months, into a gaping yawning brutally invincible chasm; a wall to scale and a cliff to jump and a step he’s never quite been brave enough to take. She takes it for him. Of course she does.

Art: Joan of Arc, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1882

Chiaroscuro by ifyouwereamelody [T, 5.1k]

Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts for sixth year a changed man. Marked, dangerous, and tasked with something terrible, he finds himself haunted by memories of the year before — a bright spark of connection that now he's got no choice but to douse.

Art: Vengeance is Sworn (detail) from the Revenge Triptych, Francesco Hayez, 1851

The Street Where You Live by scullyvasan [T, 10.5k]

Muggle childhood AU. Single mother Narcissa Malfoy co-parents her son Draco and functionally parents the little girl down the street. Light homages to Books 1-4 but no wands, no wizards, no Hogwarts — just human magic and the passing years at work.

Art: Daydreams, Thomas Couture, 1859

The Running Club by winterwells [E, 10.4k]

Hermione returns to Hogwarts for the "Seventh Year Was A Cluster F*** So Let's All Do It Again!" year. The war has left its mark, and she copes in the best way she can. Running. And she might pick up some stragglers along the way...

Art: Stripes of Silence, Lu Guada, 2012

Whistle by witchsoup [T, 1.5k]

Hermione spends the majority of her time on the tube, or dashing around Sainsbury's hunting for the last of the vegetarian wraps for her two-thirds-complete meal deal. Though it would be somewhat off-brand, she feels that it's well within her rights to ask David Cameron to lower the price of a meal deal, while he's at it. Possibly her rent, too.

Art: Untitled, Isabel Bishop, c. 1940s-1960s

Lights Out by Phoebe [E, 10.2k]

She smiles, and it enrages him further. Granger is afraid of many things. She's afraid of what lies outside Hogwarts, what could be lurking within the walls. She's afraid of Voldemort, and probably of his father. And she is inexplicably, illogically afraid of the dark. But she's not afraid of him.

Art: The Woman with the Candle (detail), Cornelis Visscher II, c. 1643-1658

Salvage by storycat9 [T, 1k]

Who is Hermione Granger when there’s no one left to protect?

Art: After Igor Svyatoslavich's fighting with the Cumans, Viktor Vasnetsov, 1880

The Object Lesson by Fleurizel [M, 13.6k]

When Hermione is forced to spend a weekend at the Bulstrodes’ country estate glad-handing for the Ministry, she finds an unlikely ally in the only other house guest who hadn’t fled the country when the war broke out: Draco Malfoy.

Art: Hands of the Puppeteer, Mexico City, Tina Modotti, 1929

i think i've seen this film before by magneticwave [T, 24.8k]

It doesn’t occur to Harry until supper that night, while Luna makes a Spanish tortilla with pink and blue potatoes from her garden, that Granger might actually be his friend now. Not just a transferable friend, comfortable with him because she’d grown up with a strangely domestic alternative version of him with short hair, but a real friend. Since he’s not sure how to feel about it, he eats his half of the tortilla in a silent daze and then helps Luna go over the last of the proofs for next week’s Quibbler. 

Art: Still Life with Orange by Süleyman Seyyid Bey, c. 1900

Party Lines by PacificRimbaud [E, 10k]

As the dust settles in the 2000 United States Presidential election, Ivy League student Hermione Granger goes to three different parties, in an effort to think about something- anything- other than the state of Florida. So does that argumentative trust fund prick, Draco Malfoy. A college AU all about enemies who...aren't.

Art: Jasper Johns, Edisto Beach, Ugo Mulas, 1964

i have gone at dusk through narrow streets by i forgot to blink [T, 4k]

Draco, Hermione, and what came before and after the end.

Art: Interior Strandgade 30, Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1901

Breathe by Argosy [T, 14.5k]

The war is over and everyone wants something from Hermione. But that's nothing new; she can handle it. Really.

Art: Cupid and Psyché (detail), François Gérard, 1798

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Horned Turtle

It doesn't like having visitors . . . unless it's having them for lunch.

Artist: Edward P. Beard, Jr. TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link