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i was listing this on my etsy but now sunrise on the reaping is out and idk if i should bind it too and sell the babies as a whole family

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the ballad of songbirds and snakes! part 4 of rebinding the hunger games series in honor & preparation of @hungergamesbooks Sunrise on the Reaping! this one was my favorite to bind!! linked on my etsy 🏹

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mockingjay! part 3 of rebinding the hunger games series in honor & preparation of @hungergamesbooks Sunrise on the Reaping! linked on my etsy 🏹

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Catching Fire! part 2 of rebinding the hunger games series in honor & preparation of @hungergamesbooks Sunrise on the Reaping! linked on my etsy 🏹

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rebinding the hunger games series in honor & preparation of Sunrise on the Reaping! linked on my etsy 🏹

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rebinding the hunger games series in honor & preparation of Sunrise on the Reaping! linked on my etsy 🏹

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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a world where an angry Nesta was just a stifled, cursed, locked up Aelin - and Aelin finally found her way back to terrasen and Bryce is about to leave Prythian

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When Aelin caught a glimpse behind Ember and Randall, she stopped in the middle of her sentence. She tilted her head back to Rowan, ever by her side, and he took her hand as they walked forward through a vibrant field of red and orange flowers, to the shimmering boundary where their world merged with this one.

As they stopped before Bryce, Rowan’s arm moved to strap across Aelin’s body, above her swollen belly and below her breasts, anchoring her back into their world. His back was to Prythian, as if it deserved none of his attention, but his eyes laid on the golden queen, deserving of it all.

With a laughing smile, Aelin leaned forward and poked her head out of the boundary.

Within seconds, her sunlit hair began to dull into a quiet mousy brown, her eyes greying, the flames licking her hair sharpening into silver. She lifted a limp lock of hair. “What a cold world,” she mused.

She looked more like Nesta, but no longer defeated and angry and cruel.

She beckoned Bryce forward. “You’re pregnant,” Bryce said quietly.

Aelin laughed. “Yes, I am. Not too big, am I?”

“A girl or boy?”

She smiled softly. “A girl,” she whispered.

“What will you name her?”

“Nesta.”

Bryce froze.

“A reminder that no matter how you are treated, it is not who you are. You are still in there.” She taps on her chest with one finger.

Aelin continued. “I had to know - I have to know that there is not only this. I have to know there is a universe where Nesta is warm, bright, an explosion of color. Not just this cold, angry, muted, shell they loved to beat on.”

The silence of the inner circle, scattered about icy lakeside, was deafening to Bryce.

“She will be loved here. We will take care of her here.” Aelin tilted her head. “Bryce, you need to know. There is always a universe where it’s better. A universe where you’re the best of yourself. And the best part, is that it’s just you. Sitting inside, waiting to come out.”

Aelin pulled back into Terrasen, inhaling deeply with the air of her world. She grew golden again.

Stepping backwards with Rowan’s hand in hers, she called out, “We’ll be waiting for you. Your color will be incredible, Bryce.”

And the boundary burned shut with Aelin walking back to Ember, Randall, and the rest of her kingdom of color.

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a world where an angry Nesta was just a stifled, cursed, locked up Aelin - and Aelin finally found her way back to terrasen and Bryce is about to leave Prythian

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When Aelin caught a glimpse behind Ember and Randall, she stopped in the middle of her sentence. She tilted her head back to Rowan, ever by her side, and he took her hand as they walked forward through a vibrant field of red and orange flowers, to the shimmering boundary where their world merged with this one.

As they stopped before Bryce, Rowan’s arm moved to strap across Aelin’s body, above her swollen belly and below her breasts, anchoring her back into their world. His back was to Prythian, as if it deserved none of his attention, but his eyes laid on the golden queen, deserving of it all.

With a laughing smile, Aelin leaned forward and poked her head out of the boundary.

Within seconds, her sunlit hair began to dull into a quiet mousy brown, her eyes greying, the flames licking her hair sharpening into silver. She lifted a limp lock of hair. “What a cold world,” she mused.

She looked more like Nesta, but no longer defeated and angry and cruel.

She beckoned Bryce forward. “You’re pregnant,” Bryce said quietly.

Aelin laughed. “Yes, I am. Not too big, am I?”

“A girl or boy?”

She smiled softly. “A girl,” she whispered.

“What will you name her?”

“Nesta.”

Bryce froze.

“A reminder that no matter how you are treated, it is not who you are. You are still in there.” She taps on her chest with one finger.

Aelin continued. “I had to know - I have to know that there is not only this. I have to know there is a universe where Nesta is warm, bright, an explosion of color. Not just this cold, angry, muted, shell they loved to beat on.”

The silence of the inner circle, scattered about icy lakeside, was deafening to Bryce.

“She will be loved here. We will take care of her here.” Aelin tilted her head. “Bryce, you need to know. There is always a universe where it’s better. A universe where you’re the best of yourself. And the best part, is that it’s just you. Sitting inside, waiting to come out.”

Aelin pulled back into Terrasen, inhaling deeply with the air of her world. She grew golden again.

Stepping backwards with Rowan’s hand in hers, she called out, “We’ll be waiting for you. Your color will be incredible, Bryce.”

And the boundary burned shut with Aelin walking back to Ember, Randall, and the rest of her kingdom of color.

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Obliviate (Chapter 20: The Lone Witch)

Hermione tried not to think of the horror displayed clear as daylight on Draco’s face as she apparated out. She could only think to go back to her, Harry, and Ron’s last campsite. 

She landed in a whirlwind of leaves, but this time in a very different forest. No sign of them. Her arm exploded in pain from the apparation. She spat out a flimsy Brackium Emendo in irritation and disapparated. 

She backtracked through every place she camped with them, and no one was there. No footsteps, no broken leaves, no sign of life. 

Cleaned up just as she had left it. 

She cradled her arm and screamed in her own throat in pure frustration and panic.

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morning dessert. 🧁☕️

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This started out as a fun experiment and turned into a full blown project but I've designed covers for ATYD inspired by some classic MinaLima covers that I adore.

They are free to use for anyone who wants to print with them, and if you do I'd absolutely love to see a photo!

Here is a Google drive link

I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit

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that's me !! and the wonderful incendiosketches !!

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dramione, fluff

Draco was horrified the first time he learned about the wisdom teeth removal operation. Of course, out of respect for his girlfriend's parents' profession, he still kept an open mind about muggle healing methods.

Until Granger chose to have one herself.

He was practically trembling as he watched Dr. Granger's car pull up outside her daughter's flat, straight from the clinic. He watched as the doctor led his witch inside, her slightly swollen face did not escape his notice.

"Why'z he 'ere?" Granger asked in a muffled voice.

Dr. Granger smiled patiently, "Sweetheart, that's Draco. He's your boyfriend."

The panic must have been evident on the blond's face, making Dr. Granger go on a semi-lecture about the purpose and effects of anesthesia, as well as what he should do to help her recovery.

Once the doctor left, Draco spotted a dazed Granger on the couch. She stared up at him in awe, blinking her big chocolate eyes, "You're 'dorable."

"I am?"

"Yesh."

Draco chuckled and gently placed his lips on the top of her head, "You are adorable."

The brunette gasped.

"Y' kissed me!"

Her mouth remained agape when he proceeded to kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose.

"'re you my husbn'?"

His ear perked up, "Am I your what?"

"Husband!"

Draco smirked, thinking about a certain ring box hidden away in his vault, bidding its time for when he was ready.

"Very soon, my love. Hopefully," he admitted, assuming that she would be forgetting about this conversation tomorrow anyway.

Granger nodded and hummed contentedly, "I wan' apple."

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"His exhale was harsh on her lips. 

She refused to look at his.

In a surge of pure Gryffindor courage, Hermione straightened, but did nothing to change the distance between them. “Who cares, Draco?” she murmured, letting her nose skim the tip of his.

His arms came up on either side of her, locking her to the railing. He took a step closer, if that was even possible. “You’re going,” he breathed lowly, “to get yourself killed.”

She was drunk on him, on his forearms barring her waist, on his quiet rage at her.

She had barely tilted her head up when he pulled her into him and took her mouth as his.

He became everything. The blood in her veins, the thread of her clothing, the star-soaked breeze enveloping them both."

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I have no words. @incendiosketches has truly outdone herself. I've received so much support with Obliviate, and I'm so excited to see where this goes. This artwork is from Chapter 13 of Obliviate - Draco and Hermione's first kiss, at 3am in the Astronomy Tower as Theo and Blaise are covered in paint and asleep on the floor. I've dreamed of this for years, and I'm finally able to see it with my own eyes.

The detail!! The moonlight! The paintbrush in her hair, the ring, the pattern of his pants!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jane. You are incredibly talented. Everybody go show her some support!!

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