#mijn fics

[hypnagogue]

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

some of you might have gotten the notification three days ago, but i just have to post this here now that i’ve opened the tab. but yes, the rumors are true; i have once again fallen to the pit of hellhole that is the kpop fandom. please save me.  

i had an internal debate with myself abt putting this on my old kpop pseud (p sure none of u here knows me from back then but i used to go by kewtsoo) or not but in the end i decided not to, so here it is in the (internet-equivalent of) flesh. 

this is the song i appropriated into the song hansol hummed as he put the blanket on top of seungkwan. this is for you, dangdut connoiseurs. 

[hypnagogue]

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

This is an entry for Tomarrymort Quidditch Event held by The Room of Requirement. Huge thanks and several standing ovations to the mods--you people are wonderful, wonderful being.

Summary:

Today’s weather, according to Wizarding Wireless Network and as retold by his captain before the game began, is sunny; fine and dry, with temperatures ranging from 22 to 25 degrees out. The sky will be bright blue with smatterings of small white clouds, no signs of overcast. Harry doesn’t know if the blue part is true, has no slightest idea what blue looks like, but Hermione and Ron and Malfoy know what blue looks like and they did say that the sky is a nice blue today, so he supposes it is.

Or: that soulmate AU in which everyone is colourblind until their eyes meet their soulmate's. Yep. We love clichés.

after three days of its initial posting date and additional 500 words later, i am finally comfortable to share this with you. too many funky personal shit happened in the times i wrote it--i’d write this here but i’ve already aired all that dirty laundry in the end notes; figured i won’t torture you people with a copy-pasted rant. anyways. i honestly am not that big on soulmate trope, but this idea has been niggling on my head ever since i read shamelessquestions’ the sky is blue (if you’re into shameless us and you haven’t read that, please do read it. if you’re not into shameless us, read it anyway. and maybe give shameless a go. or at least gallavich a go) and i just. kept thinking about harry crashing into quidditch stands bc he’s too busy ogling at tom. so voila. 

the title is indonesian for ‘chromatics romance’ bc i literally can’t come up with anything pun-y in english. does it make any sense? probably not, but hey, it rhymes!!

anyways i hope you like it uwu

[hypnagogue]

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

This fic is written as a birthday present for @goldenzingy46​ and @itsevanffs​. Happy belated birthday, both of you--and congrats on finally being a legal adult, dutch! <3

Summary:

‘I can explain,’ the man starts, putting the spoon he’s been using that is unmistakably Harry’s beside the jar and raises both his hands. There’s a brown smudge on one corner of his lips, and that’s how Harry knows that the jar is Nutella.

There’s also a small, steady trickle of blood on the man’s cheek, but Harry is going to ignore that for now. There’s too much going on—there’s just too many inputs and his not-quite medicated brain is too overwhelmed to compute them properly. He doesn’t even feel angry anymore. He blinks.

The man blinks right back.

A few seconds pass.

‘Okay, maybe I can’t,’ the man concedes.

yes. after (checks calendar) 13 and 11 days, respectively, of delay, the birthday fic is finally finished. wee woo.

enjoy!

[hypnagogue]

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

Summary:

The triquetra of things responsible for the start of their annual affair:

Item #1: The break up of his engagement to Draco. Awful as the whole thing was, it only takes about an eighth of the blame pie.

Item #2: Alcohol, the go-to solution to every real-life problem he’s ever faced. This, despite being the start of his fame within the small circle of staffs at the nearest liquor store and may or may not be the main reason behind his choppy recallings of that night, also takes no more than a quarter of the pie.

Item #3: Himself. No further explanation needed.

The last item, ultimately, is the one feasting on the biggest cut of the pie.

remember when i posted this and tagged it with #snippets to a fic i will never finish? yeah. i lied and finished it bc i started working on my thesis and i needed to procrastinate on it. again. i lead a very productive lifestyle, you see. anyways! i made a playlist for this so maybe listen to it as you read if you want (no pressure dw)? 

spoiler alert: you’ll prolly hate me when you read the next chapter. just saying it up front.

[hypnagogue]

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

Summary: ‘Look, I’m—mmh—so sorry.’ The static sound did come out regretful despite the not-so-discreet mewl. Harry did not want to know how Ron had managed to pull that. ‘But something came up and I just—’

Alternatively: Harry covered Ron’s shift and met one Mr Hep—no, Tom Smith. The man was fit, undoubtedly so, if one can see past the gaudy pieces of jewelry he seemed to be into.

The man might also be an inexperienced murderer slash thief. Either that or he was thoroughly wankered, which would explain the ridiculous amount of staring he did.

bleep bloop. remember this thing? i made an updated version of it. sort of. i may or may not have edited it a thousand times after i posted it. which. i know. big yikes. but i hope it’s less vague than when i first posted it? anw. enjoy!

[hypnagogue]

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

Summary:

Mickey knows that it didn’t happen quite as fast as his brain makes it to be, but only two points within the two-hour timeline stand vivid in his mind: the second he clicked off the safety switch of Terry’s S&W 442, and the second he and Mandy threw Terry’s very much dead body into what seemed like an unused septic tank.

guess who’s been drowning in shameless youtube clips after going through a gallavich scene marathon and watching the last episode right after? correct. moi. this was written right after watching one particular clip of s02e09—because mandy deserves better, because terry fucking milkovich (curse be upon his name, may he rot in hell forever) should’ve died way sooner, and because mickey deserves the right to kill him more than the nun does.