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It's been about a month since I've updated the fic. I've written what i think is a decent amount for the next chapter, but I'm unsure about what to do next since I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to write more

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today i wrote zero words! but i did think about my story twice in passing. that probably counts for something

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Making myself some ramen before starting my movie night, still thinking abt what to watch first, gonna be fun though!

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Google how to come up with new ideas for my fic Google how to continue writing when the sentences are wrong™️ Google how to-

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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Ive gotten back to continuing the fic, finally, but its probably gonna take a bit to get enough to update it on ao3, its my last week before graduating and i have to write a short story, do an entire project, and catch up with some other stuff. Ill do my best to get something out soon though!

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I’ve come to the harrowing realisation that the only way to write my book is to write my book

I may never recover

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I just wanna say. There's something deeply poetic to me about how Nigel thinks about the Templar knights. They were, to him, the epitome of greatness and something to look up to. Something he seemed to wish he could be. But the crusaders (and thus the Templars) ultimately lost, there were like 10 crusades and they didn't win a single one. And Nigel absolutely has to know that, not just from how obsessed with it he is but it's a religious school for crying out loud. And also just common info.

Nigel wanted to be a person who partook, though not directly, in a battle he knew he wouldn't win. He wanted to ultimately die, alongside so many others, for what would ultimately be nothing. They protected people as they traveled, that's really all the Templar knights did. He saw himself as a protector in some way. Dying in the name of a god that didn't save them.

No clue if this actually makes sense I'm very high. Just food for thought.

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microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour then had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.

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I'm having trouble thinking of where to go in the fic I've posted, and in hopes of being slightly productive with my time, have returned to an unfinished Au. I've gotten stuck on one part though, which isn't too big of a deal, but I'd like some input. If they were forced to stay in a room with only one bed, do yall think Alex would let Nigel take the bed and sleep on the floor, or would he make Nigel sleep on the floor? I'm kinda torn bc I feel like he'd think he deserves the bed more, but I also think he'd have a bit of a soft spot for Nigel and wouldn't want him on the floor

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pansy: okay, draco, we’ve been at this for hours. i know you can do it. just say it slowly, okay?

draco: okay.

pansy: now repeat after me

pansy: will you

draco: will you

pansy: go out

draco: go out

pansy: with me

draco: with me

pansy: harry

draco: harry

pansy: will you go out with me harry

draco: choke on a snitch and die, potter

pansy: DRACO NO!

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I find it mildly hilarious that Alex's first words after hearing condolences from Nigel is "fuck off freak"

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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OK but Draco getting visibly annoyed every time he hears someone say that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin is so relatable because which among us hasn’t had that reaction when we hear people wildly mischaracterizing one of our blorbos?

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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What the FUCK. What the FUCK.