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26 / she/her this is slowly turning into a HP blog (we don’t support JKR in this house)

[driftycities]

Nine perfect strangers but dramione 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

AH i don’t have a snippet yet it’s just a rough outline!! But basically imagine the gang at a fancy rehab where they’re micro dosing acid the whole time. I’m still scared to write normal Draco so I have not worked up the nerve to write a tripping Draco.

One day 😶‍🌫️

[driftycities]

*pushes you against wall*

Gimme your seb fic snippet

hahahaha may I introduce you to Depressed Sebastian™️:

He fiddled through his modest potion collection at the counter – Calming Draught, Pepperup Potion, Draught of Peace, Invigoration Draught, Wiggenweld – and chose quickly, reaching for the Draught of Peace and downing it in one practiced motion. Temporary quiet, manufactured calm. He returned to the settee, pulled the grey blanket from the back, and wrapped it around his shoulders before sinking into the cushions. He reached forward and fiddled with the papers stacked neatly on the coffee table – letters from Callie and Ominis mostly, opened and read but largely unanswered. Buried under the correspondence were documents he happily (anxiously) ignored over the course of the past year. A Ministry-issued Notification of Orphanhood (lovely, how kind of them to formally notify him of the fact!), complete with embossed seal and impersonal wording – “This notice certifies that Sebastian Sallow, born 15 September 1874, is hereby recognized as an unaccompanied minor in the eyes of magical law following the death of his legal guardian, Solomon Sallow.” He figured he could throw that one away now that he was 17 and nearly 18. He was actually quite impressed with himself that he’d managed to keep track of it for over a year. It would be satisfying to burn it. Then there was the Property Abandonment Form, which he probably shouldn’t burn, but desperately wanted to. He was meant to sign it to indicate whether he intended to claim or forfeit the Feldcroft cottage. He really didn’t want to put the energy into thinking about that decision. He’d never go back, that much he knew, but checking the box next to “abandon” filled him with that all too familiar feeling of dread that he really preferred not to feel. There was also the parchment from Gringotts, stamped in goblin ink. A balance transfer authorisation, moving what little remained of Solomon’s vault into an account under Sebastian’s name. He hadn’t touched the money, and he never would. A folded parchment at the bottom of the stack bore the seal of the Department of Magical Records. Certificate of Death, it read at the top, in tidy inked script that didn’t belong on a page about Anne. Eight months later and he still hadn’t read it all the way through.

It's only at 4k words right now but it WILL eventually be a full-length fic. I need to write over half of it before posting because I have commitment issues ✨

[driftycities]

WIP Game!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you for the tag @malfoyesque!!! I do NOT have 20 WIPs BUT I am slowly dipping my toes in the HP fandom 👀

Second Serve

Sebastian TBD??

Nine perfect strangers but dramione

July (rip)

tagging my fellow LITG turned HL victim: @sage-pages

[sage-pages]

eeeeeeeek my FIRST Hogwarts legacy fic is up!

Chapter 1: The Bludger Backbeat

AO3 | Wattpad

Sebastian Sallow/female OC (rated M, for now)

Summary: The Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry is a tale as old as time, especially when it comes to Quidditch. So it should come as no surprise to anyone that Gryffindor chaser Maeve Clancy can’t stand that smug, infuriating, entirely punchable Slytherin beater, Sebastian Sallow.

When one of her hopelessly romantic friends gets dumped, Maeve makes a reckless bet: she can get any guy to dump her before the Yule Ball and prove, once and for all, that men are the problem. Unfortunately for Maeve, Sebastian’s got a bet of his own — he wagers he can get Maeve to fall for him before the next Gryffindor-Slytherin match, throwing her off her game and securing Slytherin’s win. It’s a shame neither of them know about the others’ bet…

*chaos Elmo fire*

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sports Romance, Romantic Comedy

inspired loosely by ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’

[driftycities]

There is something so unsettling about Tristan’s sprite…

[libelle949]

So yeah, looks like even on loyal route your pre casa LI says he’s cheated on you in Casa if you decide to take the money.

That means canonically our pre-Casa LI cheats anyway and just doesn’t tell us if we choose love over money. And all the sappy stuff they say are just lies 🤷🏻‍♀️

Our Casa LIs though say that we broke their heart and are really hurt (cause they are all Stefan’s route that is canon this season).

Fusebox once again hated on loyal girls, what can i say

[driftycities]

Dare I say Emily in Paris is the best Netflix stories game yet…

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My Benedict Bridgerton

[mrsbsmooth]

New Fic posted

You don’t have to worry about anything, love.” He said. “You’re ticking all my boxes so far, alright? My head isn’t going to tur–”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jin’s jaw drop. Jack’s eyes widen. Oakley stop mid-throw.

The girls seemed to take a collective breath. Claudia was looking past him, her face paling, and her lips parting. Theo had said his head wasn’t going to turn, but his gaze followed everyone else’s.

Directly over his shoulder.

Read now on Ao3

(Yes it’s the Theo villa fic 🤭)

[rebelrayne]

We should have been able to pick Hamish for the Hideaway so....

imperfect & flawed on AO3

Zoe liked men that were mature. Sophisticated. The type that knew how to pair just the right glass of Merlot with an Italian dish. She loved a man that dressed in a suit—perfectly tailored and crisp. He dressed well, but he’d change into his gray sweatpants and cuddle her on the couch. Leaning in, he’d kiss her tenderly. So slowly that her heart pounding behind the bars of her ribcage would burst. The perfect kind of man—that was what she liked. But Hamish was not that.

[driftycities]

Stuck between two basic brunette boys

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Update: Hamish is taking it

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I know it’s early but Taz and I are getting married

[driftycities]

Hamish is just gonna have to accept that me and Cassius and him are in a throuple now idc

This is the only possible solution honestly

[driftycities]

Stuck between two basic brunette boys

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which 3 litg islanders are the most your type on paper?

Oh godddddd this is hard.

Okay, I’m going to go with:

1. Jake: Even with the S1 art style that man is fine. His personality only makes him hotter.

2. Lewie: I love a good football captain. I was NOT into blondes before litg but here we are. His personality is 1000/10 so I couldn’t resist.

3. Noah: 100% my type looks-wise.

Thanks for the (impossible) ask ❤️

[driftycities]

This is how I imagine Kat and Finn

[mrsbsmooth]

Chapter 21 Posted Today

“We’re not gonna beat them on pure sex. We all know those girls are absolute flames and if they wanted us on our knees we’d be down on them. Right?” The guys shrugged and nodded agreement.  “And we can’t even really outsmart them. Because let’s face it, we’re all kinda stupid.” Elliot and Andy glanced at each other, but shrugged and nodded.  “But we’ve got the element of surprise.” Silence fell, and Lewie grinned, his competitive nature suddenly pounding through his chest. God, it had been too long since he’d something to compete over. The adrenaline felt good.  “We know they’re gonna be hot. We know they’re gonna be wearing basically nothing, and they’re gonna grind in our laps and whisper filthy shit in our ears, right?” Jamal cleared his throat. “Right.” “They’re probably expecting us to just come out, show off a bit, and grind on them. We have to go bigger. So you boys are gonna have to commit. Wear so little that they have to cover their eyes. Go out in full drag if you have to. If you want that money, you’re gonna have to work for it.” Awkward shuffling started in front of him.  “Anyone seen that video of Tom Holland doing the Rihanna lip sync?”

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