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9:00am -decides the schedule for the day... has 5.5 hours to write! proceeds to have writers block for 5.25 hours.... then just like that the flow gets going and suddenly it's time to leave (gasp!) and drive in traffic for the foreseeable future *cries in despair* why does this always happen?!?!?!
I swear it's like the universe knows that I'm making plans & trying to be organized & adult-y and it's all like "hold my beer" :/
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The Boy Who Missed The War
One-shot story * POV Draco Malfoy * Time Turner * AU Voldemort Wins * Draco Takes Matters Into His Own Hands * Pining Draco
I wrote this short story last year and it's still living in my head rent free haha! Hope you like it!
CW... maybe? Draco hits his younger self with a spell in the hopes of a better future... is that self harm technically? idk. It's not traumatizing, more of a merciful act tbh.
It’d been many years since he traversed the corridors of Hogwarts, and yet, it didn’t feel as if any time at all had passed. The tapestries were just as he’d remembered; the faint echoes of ghosts still a comforting lullaby. Draco ran a finger along the stone wall as he walked, reminiscing of childhood memories come and gone. The Hogwarts in his time had long since crumbled under the Dark Lord’s reign. It survived the first battle with most of the ramparts and buildings intact, but barrage after barrage saw the castle taken down to its very foundations in less than a year. What wasn’t destroyed in the battles was soon demolished by trolls enslaved by Lord Voldemort until all that remained was Dumbledor’s grave. It’s said that the Dark Lord himself visits the old headmaster’s grave to boast of his accomplishments. Draco didn’t care to know if the rumors were true; to know that knowledge first hand would require gaining the Dark Lord’s favor more than he already had, and that prospect sent a shiver down his spine. As the Death Eater that started the war, he was already a prominent member of the Dark Lord’s army.
Draco paused at a junction of hallways, peering down first one, then down the other. It was nearing midnight on a chilly October night. Would his younger self still be within the Room of Requirement or would he have departed for the dungeons by now? He’d set the Time Turner to deposit him back into his 6th year at Hogwarts on a Sunday night in October; October was the only month he could remember spending every single Sunday evening within the Room, working on repairing the Vanishing Cabinet and hiding out. It’s been so many years for him since then that his memories for the other months couldn’t be trusted. October though… that’d been the month he’d first noticed her. Hermione- bloody -Granger became something more to him then. A dream that he could never obtain. She haunted him throughout the halls and classrooms so much that he took to hiding in the Room of Requirement more than even Snape expected of him. Draco spent that October running away from her and from everything that was good in his life.
With the remembrance of how powerful that fear was to him back then, Draco made his way down the corridor that would take him to the Room of Requirement. Surely his younger self would still be hiding in there, toiling at all hours of the night on that blasted cabinet in lieu of facing his emotions. Draco tapped his wand and placed yet another disillusionment charm on himself. If anyone was likely to spot him, it would be himself. He couldn’t be too careful; this mission meant everything to him, to his family, and to the wizarding world.
Once he reached the tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls ballet he found an alcove to wait in. He couldn’t get too close to the Room’s entrance, else he’d trigger the warding spells he used to place around the area on nights that Crabbe and Goyle didn’t guard him.
Draco didn’t have long to wait. A small arched doorway appeared on the wall across from him and to the left. After a couple of minutes a 16 year old version of himself emerged from the room. Draco couldn’t delay as he needed the element of surprise on his side, and so he silently rushed forward to grab the boy in a headlock. Without a moment’s hesitation he cast the strongest Obliviation spell he could muster.
Without the knowledge of even his name this boy couldn’t repair the Vanishing Cabinet. He couldn’t let the Death Eaters into the school, and he couldn’t fight in battle after battle. He couldn’t watch his friends and classmates die because he couldn’t remember who any of them were. With his memories stripped, young Draco would spend the next few years living in St. Mungo’s trying to retrieve his memories to no avail. This particular form of Obliviate had a time lock release built into it; after 3 years his memories would be returned to him. By that time hopefully Potter would have defeated the Dark Lord and Draco could re-enter the wizarding world not as the Death Eater who started the war , but as the boy who missed the war. Better to have never fought than to have killed innocents. Maybe then he could have a chance with her...
only 34 huh?.........
Diagon Alley Business Owners Guild (DABOG) Annual Gala
Have you ever had a booth space at a business conference/convention/trade show? The place you worked at might've had a booth and they sent you there to represent the company? It was your job to speak to attendees to garner new business for your company?... WELLLLLLLLL I'm creating a Ronsy fic that's taking place during the wizarding version of a business conference lol. I'm having SOOO much fun!
Side WIP: ronsy
WIP from 3 months ago: lunarry
passion project: dramione(s)
imaginary project: Lucius x Pansy
WIP I keep open in the background so I don't feel guilty: lunarry (from above)
WIP I'm actually working on: just posted "When Love Isn't Enough" (dramione)
The Lucius x Pansy is one that I've been dreaming about for YEARS lol but I'm not good enough to write the naughty scenes that it requires so it stays in my head. I kind of freakin love the thought of "betrayed by the son, date the widowed dad as revenge and then accidentally fall madly in love with him" trope, what can I say?
so I was minding my own business writing a happy cutesy fic and then outta nowhere I get hit with this whammy.... it's sad AF and I was ugly crying as I wrote it. I hope you cry too.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Me: writes a fucking NOVEL for my prompt for @hpdrizzle, panics at the thought of self-editing the thing let alone finding a brave beta reader willing to slog through 10,000+ words in about a month's time, locks the google doc into a time out folder, pulls open a fresh doc to REWRITE THE ENTIRE PREMISE WHILE TRYING TO KEEP IT UNDER 3K WORDS! because rewriting is easier than editing lol in my fucked up logic
Also me: why am I so stressed all the time?....
“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.
I am writing for myself.... I also want to know that I'm not alone in my fantasies lol
Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.
sighs.. yeah those friends are super critical to getting the weird shit actually posted (at least for me). my husband is probably the only person who truly enjoyed my Firenze/Ron shipping last year but that's ok because he totally did like it! He's my rock and I couldn't write without him (especially the weird stuff!)
starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes
honourable mentions
editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability
*just* huh............
Dronmione Bluesky / AO3
Romione Bluesky / AO3
whoa!!! sooooo hot in here lololololol
A horror story in 10 words or less.
“You have already left kudos here. :)”
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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo flower.”
i found it
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i found it
this should have the opportunity to be on everyone’s blog.
the rubber duck
For anyone curious what they mean by the rubber duck, rubber duck debugging is a tactic used by programmers to figure out bugs in the code. To do it, they explain the code, verbally, line by line, to the rubber duck until they find it.
It’s also very useful for writers, and I’ve used it multiple times with rubber ducks, stuffed animals, and my friends.
“when i say it out loud i realize where the stupid was”
I literally cannot count the number of times I’ve gone to someone and told them ‘I can’t figure out what’s wrong with my story, please let me explain it to you’ and that was all it took. Sometimes they ask helpful questions like ‘did you remember to feed them’ or ‘so is this all on the same day’ but other times I don’t even need that, it just figures itself out as soon as I try to explain it to someone else.
It’s one of my go-to pieces of writing advice. You’re stuck on your story? sit down and tell me/someone all about it.
Nothing of mine gets published onto ao3 unless I have read it out loud, word for word, to myself at least once. And the bigger stuff gets read aloud by my husband so I can hear how it sounds when someone who doesn't know where all the emphasizers in a paragraph are supposed to be. Sometimes there's a sentence that sounds fantastic when I read it but then when he does it sounds like f*cking garbage haha
