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@lilyprongspotter
Hey hi I wrote a 117k word fic on what would happen if George went to Australia with Hermione after the war to find her parents!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
characters said this is my story and i get to choose the actions
“Sometimes when one wakes up in the morning one thinks that truth is right next to the bed, like an open grave with a few wilted flowers, ready to receive.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something
reading aloud was common historically! we need to bring it back!
Creating is such a cruel paradox of both giving and diminishing my sense of worth and belonging.
On one hand, I never feel more alive, more human than I do when I’m writing. I never feel more in touch with my raw emotions, more empathetic and aligned with other people — even those I have never met.
Posting my writing, even if it is just on digital fan fiction forums, makes me feel like I am part of a community.
Yet without fail sending my work out into the world always feels like yelling into the void. Even when I know logically the community is there, and even when I see occasional kudos and comments come through, I feel like I have just hurled my heart off a cliff.
I feel like I am living in these dream worlds all on my own, desperate to share them with others.
And I don’t know how to move forward other than writing about the experience and starting the whole cycle over again.
Headfirst, Ocean Vuong
Nobody here is brave enough to ask the important question* that needs to be asked.
*What is Arthur Weasley’s theory on Kate Middleton’s well-being?
Potentially controversial but I strongly believe Fred/Hermione and George/Hermione to be superior variations of Dramione.
Years of school-time bickering and a handful of unpleasant confrontations? Check.
A shared vocabulary and ready-made intimacy derived from surviving the same war? Check.
A pure blood wizard guiding and educating Hermione on wizarding culture while she in turn introduces them to muggleisms? Check.
Yet in this case it is free from the ickiness that is Draco’s deeply embedded classism and bigotry and the unmitigated abuse he hurled at Hermione while they were at school.
And this is why I will stand behind a hermione/twins pairing forever
my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
Please give me feedback! :)
I got an AO3 comment once which summarised said, 'I've been reading this fic for years and I keep coming back to it over and over because it's so amazing and I feel guilty that all this time I never commented, so this is me letting you know how much it's meant to me for so long.' And that was incredible, because five minutes before I didn't know that person existed and then they tell me that I've made such an impact on them.
It is never too late to leave a comment - the author will always be thrilled.
oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through
Just rediscovered potentially the funniest thing I’ve written in recent memory
Imagine if people wrote all their Les Mis modern aus in the style of Victor Hugo
An excerpt
[ID: A screenshot of OP’s “Les Miserables” modern day AU fanfiction, written in the style of Victor Hugo. It reads as follows:
“‘What time is it?’ enquired Enjolras.
“Finding himself ignorant of the answer, Grantaire reached into a pocket of his jeans and withdrew his phone- an Apple iPhone, so called in the manner of the bulky computers which were its predecessors, and which were forced over time to become ever smaller and more compact, driven by human ingenuity according to some parties and capitalist greed according to others. Some, typically those with more wealth in their pockets than their minds, would cry hypocrisy at a revolutionary carrying that symbol of the very structure he claims to oppose, that tainted apple, that original sin. Certainly it seemed as such; but even when one is wholly morally opposed to the society in which he lives, it is an unfortunate truth that he still must live in it.
”'Half past two,’ he replied.“
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In which shit gets really real
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In which Hermione has a lot of angst, and George is rather good at cheering her up.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In which George shows off his healing knowledge and Hermione finds a favorite book.