#dirgewithoutmusic

[ink-splotch]

Hi I just wanted to say I read some of your stuff on AO3 and is so amazing I loved it so much and I just wanted to if you have any original stuff that is published that is available to read!

I do! My novels are all free to download as ebooks (or you can buy print copies) from my site ejadelomax.com. I recommend starting with Beanstalk!

I also have interactive fiction games at https://ejadelomax.itch.io/

And if you like a little audio drama, I produced and co-wrote Second Star to the Left, which is a completed ten episode sci fi adventure @secondstartotheleftpodcast . You can find it on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Castos etc.

Lots to explore if you’ve run out of my Ao3 backlog!

ejadelomax - itch.io

[thecorvidhoard]

don't burn the milk

Author: dirgewithoutmusic Fandom: JJK Ship: Genfic Rating: T Length: Oneshot Website: Ao3 Link Here My Rec:

This fic is so sweet... It is a theoretically canon compliant fic about Fushiguro and Tsumiki's childhood being raised by Gojo. I extremely love it. They did their best and it wasn't always correct but it was always their best.

[heyjude19-writing]

HP Rec Fest: Day 25

Today's prompt from @hprecfest: A fic rated T

Fic: ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson

Author: dirgewithoutmusic

Why I rec this: this is the first dirge fic i read and oh my god. this is THE fic i hold up when people ask for character analysis examples. it is perfectly done. i'm someone who rereads canon once a year and this story is one that sticks with me when i go back to the series and consider other characters' perspectives. beautifully done.

[falliblefabrial]

Ok so I finished the leagues and legends books and realized that apple books doesn’t highlight the same way as kindle and that none of my saved quotes were actually saved

Anyone have favorite lines from the books? There don’t seem to be many quotes on goodreads at all for me to steal from

[ceejayheff]

dirge without music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[weblectricity]

I don’t really post much, but in light of the author of Harry Potter being a transphobe i want to post the one fic that came to mind when i heard of this.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic / ink-splotch

summary:

Molly tried her best. When Harry had told them, Arthur had asked excitedly, "is this a Muggle thing?" Hermione had hurried out a "no!" and a frantic history of gender diversity in the wizarding world.  

"It's just that I'm a girl," Harry had said, and Arthur had nodded and asked her about how telephone booths worked. He would call her by the right pronouns until the day he died at the respectable old age of one hundred and thirty three, and he would make it seem easy.

But Molly had to try. Hermione explained things faster and higher-pitched every time Molly messed up a pronoun. Molly frowned and muttered and put extra potatoes on Harry's plate at breakfast. Harry slept in Ron's room, which didn't bother either of them but which made Hermione scowl.

Harry got boxes of sweets and warm hugs, as Molly chewed things over. For her fifteenth Christmas, the Weasley sweater she would receive would be a bright, friendly, terrible pink.

The next time Harry visited, Molly put her on Ginny's floor to sleep-- for some definition of sleep that involved Hermione hissing threats at three in the morning if Harry and Ginny didn't "shut up about Wronski feints, do you know what time it is."

I adore this author and if there’s one fic you’ll read from them make it this one, just to spite j.k.

[call-me-schmidt]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, The Weasleys, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Chosen One Ron Weasley, Seven little Weasley orphans, Lily Lives, Sirius and Remus live, James doesn't, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 9 of boy with a scar Summary:

On the train platform, Harry suffered a hug from Remus, a hair ruffle from Sirius, and a "don't do anything I wouldn't do" from his mother, and then he ran for the brick wall, cart rattling before him. The snowy owl they'd gotten him hooted softly in protest. Harry had named her Ororo after the Muggle comic books his mother had introduced him to. Lily took Harry to the comic store every time he sat through a whole visit with his aunt, uncle, and cousin and didn't kick anybody unless they kicked him first.

Bill tried to wipe some dirt off a dodging Ron's nose. Ginny complained loudly about being left behind. Fred and George ran off to see Lee Jordan's spider. People watched the Weasleys from all directions--they were hard to miss--and Ron's shoulders slowly rose up and up to his reddening ears. He missed the big empty orchards behind the Burrow already.

Ron was one of the last people on the train. He slid past staring eyes and finally stepped himself into an almost unoccupied compartment-- there was just one small boy tucked in there. He had messy dark hair, slightly askew round glasses, and a comic book held up in front of his nose.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" said Ron. "Everywhere else is full."

[unified-multiversal-theory]

mood: contemplative? I don't have a req right now, but I'll look through my list and see what I got lol

Ooh, this is one of my favorites!  on the verge of understanding something extraordinary by dirgewithoutmusic Summary:

“Jane, you’re an astrophysicist, not a storm chaser,” said Erik Selvig, and he was wrong. She was just an astrophysicist too. (A Jane Foster character study)

Send me a fic rec or a mood, and I’ll send you a fic rec, too!