#Rattlebag

[theoutcastrogue]

Rattlebag - The Tyburn Sisters

"A retelling of the supernatural murder ballad ‘Two Sisters,’ set to a traditional Swedish tune (Sörgsen Tön) and presented as part of London’s bloody history. Many miscreants danced the Tyburn Jig beside that infamous stream, buried now but still flowing. The river doesn’t forget." [x]

Two girls both young and fair of face walked by the rushing river One girl, her heart the blackest stone, had grown to hate the other And though she wore a smiling face, she’d fallen far from human grace Her sister she did murder

And by the lonely Tothill Marsh the girl did breathe her last Thrown from the twisting Tyburn's edge into the stream so fast The killer watched her sister drown, smiled as her body floated down Beneath the rushing river

The river hid its guilty face beneath the dirt of ages But hidden deep and far below the angry water rages And on this murdered daughter’s bones there grew the city’s ancient stones One death among so many

And others came to die in time upon the stones of Tyburn Hung from the twisted gallows tree to face a justice stern The blood that flowed into the ground was now the blood of London Town And of that hidden river

Death, plague and dreadful poverty are suffered by the living Still for the restless angry dead there will be no forgiving The seasons pass and bring a fool to build a house at Old King’s School Above the secret river

He dug the soil in that fell place where he had made his home And as he worked he found himself holding the whitest bone He took his blade to carve a horn and from his work a flute was born To sing the song of Tyburn

And from that time, until this day, the only song the flute would play Was of the hidden Tyburn

[m60ig1oult6xu]

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[grimbeau]

Gaudete

[jutsomethoughtsihave]

The state of my hyperfixations

[shortstorytournament]

Pre-Tournament: Neil Gaiman Brackets

CLICK-CLACK THE RATTLEBAG (2013) (link) - tw: death

"I don't think it should be too scary, because then when I go up to bed, I will just be thinking about monsters the whole time. But if it isn't just a little bit scary then I won't be interested."

MAKING A CHAIR (2011) (link)

Making a book is a little like making a chair.

A STUDY IN EMERALD (2003) (link) - tw: death

A murder had been committed in that little bedsit. The body, what was left of it, was still there, on the floor. I saw it, but, at first, somehow, I did not see it.

[thelastofthebookworms]

Part 2 in my pinned post ( > Gaiman > short stories > poll 2). I'm considering a third poll, feel free to make suggestions.

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

YOU...

trick or treat!!!!

for you..... i dunno if you've read anything by neil gaiman...... but here's a continuation of his short story Click-Clack the Rattlebag that i wrote today :3c

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It was more than a little unsettling, the strength with which the boy pulled me forward. His grip felt as if it held the strength of a vice within it, and I could not have pulled away if I tried.

Our steps creaked as we climbed slowly up the rickety attic ladder. I was not sure why I was following with such an easy gate, what with the paranoia that was setting in. 

“I thought we were going to your room?” I asked, a feeble attempt at putting a halt to whatever was going on here. The boy’s hand only tightened around my own. 

His fingernails were sharp, much sharper than they should have been. Claws. The word sprung to my mind, unbidden, and I did my best to shoo it away, though it only served to further the feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was very wrong. I cleared my throat, which was beginning to feel quite dry, and again received no response.

The boy only led me further and further up, until the trapdoor was right above us. Only then did he turn to me.

“Will you open the door?”

His voice sounded older than it had only moments before, a dark cadence underlying the spring of youth that so defined it. His eyes were different too, something sharp shining from the pupils, a kind of hunger that set my teeth on edge. I wanted to flee. 

But his hand still held on tight to mine, nails digging into the soft, unworked flesh of my palm. I swallowed, a shallow attempt to wet my throat. 

“I said, will you open the door?”

I looked down to the wooden floor, and back up to the trapdoor still locked and bolted above us. I had the key ring in my pocket, there was no doubt in my mind that had I wanted to, I could have ran. And I would have, had the boy not extended another hand just then to wrestle out the keys.

“I’ll just do it myself then, I suppose.” And he inserted the old, rusted key into the worn and dusted lock. A click sounded through the quiet darkness.

I watched with a foreboding curiosity as the boy’s small fingers clumsily worked to undo the latch, sliding out the catch and pushing open the wooden slat. His eyebrows were furrowed, brow beaded in sweat, and I could not help but notice the extent to which his appearance had changed in the ten minutes we had been walking the house. The soft but sharp noise was still prevalent in the air, and I felt the steady rhythm ticking down my seconds, a morbid clock of sorts.

I began to pull back against the boy, attempting to worm my hand out of his mighty grip, but he only smiled down at me from his higher position on the ladder. I could feel a slight seeping of blood from where his claws were biting into my hand, the sharpness only increasing with every passing moment.

From somewhere far downstairs, muffled through the layers of oaken floorboards, I heard the front door slam open.

And then my world evaporated slowly, and I saw no more.

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

odd comparison to make i know but as i listen to the magnus archives i am reminded of neil gaiman's horror short stories like how to talk to girls at parties and click clack the rattlebag. or maybe i just like always think that the stories would be just as natural in his voice? my brain is an odd place

[neil-gaiman]

hey we're reading click clack the rattlebag and we're gonna do a Socratic seminar on it

any advice

Avoid any Socratic seminars that conclude with sharing a nice cup of hemlock.

[soracities]

what are your suggestions for starter poetry for people who dont have strong reading/analysis backgrounds

I've answered this a few times so I'm going to compile and expand them all into one post here.

I think if you haven't read much poetry before or aren't sure of your own tastes yet, then poetry anthologies are a great place to start: many of them will have a unifying theme so you can hone in based on a subject that interests you, or pick your way through something more general. I haven't read all of the ones below, but I have read most of them; the rest I came across in my own readings and added to my list either because I like the concept or am familiar with the editor(s) / their work:

Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times (ed. Nick Astley) & Being Alive: The Sequel to Staying Alive (there's two more books in this series, but I'm recommending these two just because it's where I started)

The Rattlebag (ed. Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes)

The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (ed. Ilya Kaminsky & Susan Harris)

The Essential Haiku, Versions of Basho, Buson and Issa (ed. Robert Hass)

A Book of Luminous Things (ed. Czesław Miłosz )

Now and Then: The Poet's Choice Columns by Robert Hass (this may be a good place to start if you're also looking for commentary on the poems themselves)

Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World(ed. Pádraig Ó'Tuama)

African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle and Song (ed. Kevin Young)

The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing (ed. Kevin Young)

Lifelines: Letters from Famous People about their Favourite Poems

The following lists are authors I love in one regard or another and is a small mix of different styles / time periods which I think are still fairly accessible regardless of what your reading background is! It's be no means exhaustice but hopefully it gives you even just a small glimpse of the range that's available so you can branch off and explore for yourself if any particular work speaks to you.

But in any case, for individual collections, I would try:

anything by Sara Teasdale

Devotions / Wild Geese / Felicity by Mary Oliver

Selected Poems and Prose by Christina Rossetti

Collected Poems by Langston Hughes

Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein

Morning Haiku by Sonia Sanchez

Revolutionary Letters, Diane di Prima

Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved by Gregory Orr

Rose: Poems by Li-Young Lee

A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor / Barefoot Souls by Maram al-Masri

Deaf Republic by Ilya Kaminsky

Tell Me: Poems / What is This Thing Called Love? by Kim Addonizio

The Trouble with Poetry by Billy Collins (Billy Collins is THE go-to for accessible / beginner poetry in my view so I think any of his collections would probably do)

Crush by Richard Siken

Rapture / The World's Wife by Carol Ann Duffy

The War Works Hard by Dunya Mikhail

Selected Poems by Walt Whitman

View with a Grain of Sand by Wislawa Szymborska

Collected Poems by Vasko Popa

Under Milkwood by Dylan Thomas (this is a play, but Thomas is a poet and the language & structure is definitely poetic to me)

Bright Dead Things: Poems by Ada Limón

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire,

Nostalgia, My Enemy: Selected Poems by Saadi Youssef

As for individual poems:

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

[Dear The Vatican] erasure poem by Pádraig Ó'Tuama // "The Pedagogy of Conflict"

"Good Bones" by Maggie Smith

"The Author Writes the First Draft of His Weddings Vows (An erasure of Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)" by Hanif Abdurraqib

"I Can Tell You a Story" by Chuck Carlise

"The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" by Albert Goldbarth

"One Last Poem for Richard" by Sandra Cisneros

"We Lived Happily During the War" by Ilya Kaminsky

“I’m Explaining a Few Things”by Pablo Neruda

"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" //"Nothing Gold Can Stay"//"Out, Out--" by Robert Frost

"Tablets: I // II // III"by Dunya Mikhail

"What Were They Like?" by Denise Levertov

"Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden,

"The Patience of Ordinary Things" by Pat Schneider

“I, too” // "The Negro Speaks of Rivers” // "Harlem” // “Theme for English B” by Langston Hughes

“The Mower” // "The Trees" // "High Windows" by Philip Larkin

“The Leash” // “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance” // "Downhearted" by Ada Limón

“The Flea” by John Donne

"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore

"Beauty" // "Please don't" // "How it Adds Up" by Tony Hoagland

“My Friend Yeshi” by Alice Walker

"De Humanis Corporis Fabrica"byJohn Burnside

“What Do Women Want?” // “For Desire” // "Stolen Moments" // "The Numbers" by Kim Addonizio

“Hummingbird” // "For Tess" by Raymond Carver

"The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin

“Bleecker Street, Summer” by Derek Walcott

“Dirge Without Music” // "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Digging” // “Mid-Term Break” // “The Rain Stick” // "Blackberry Picking" // "Twice Shy" by Seamus Heaney

“Dulce Et Decorum Est”by Wilfred Owen

“Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”by Wislawa Szymborska

"Hour" //"Medusa" byCarol Ann Duffy

“The More Loving One” // “Musée des Beaux Arts” by W.H. Auden

“Small Kindnesses” // "Feeding the Worms" by Danusha Laméris

"Down by the Salley Gardens” // “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats

"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass

"The Last Love Letter from an Entymologist" by Jared Singer

"[i like my body when it is with your]" by e.e. cummings

"Try to Praise the Mutilated World" by Adam Zagajewski

"The Cinnamon Peeler" by Michael Ondaatje

"Last Night I Dreamed I Made Myself" by Paige Lewis

"A Dream Within a Dream" // "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (highly recommend reading the last one out loud or listening to it recited)

"Ars Poetica?" // "Encounter" // "A Song on the End of the World"by Czeslaw Milosz

"Wandering Around an Albequerque Airport Terminal” // "Two Countries” // "Kindness” by Naoimi Shihab Nye

"Slow Dance” by Matthew Dickman

"The Archipelago of Kisses" // "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel

"Mimesis" by Fady Joudah

"The Great Fires" // "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart" // "Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert

"The Mermaid" // "Virtuosi" by Lisel Mueller

"Macrophobia (Fear of Waiting)" by Jamaal May

"Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong" by Ocean Vuong

"Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou

I would also recommend spending some times with essays, interviews, or other non-fiction, creative or otherwise (especially by other poets) if you want to broaden and improve how you read poetry; they can help give you a wider idea of the landscape behind and beyond the actual poems themselves, or even just let you acquaint yourself with how particular writers see and describe things in the world around them. The following are some of my favourites:

Upstream: Essays by Mary Oliver

"Theory and Play of the Duende" by Federico García Lorca

"The White Bird" and "Some Notes on Song" by John Berger

In That Great River: A Notebook by Anna Kamienska

A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance by Hanif Abdurraqib

The Book of Delights by Ross Gay

"Of Strangeness That Wakes Us" and "Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky" by Ilya Kaminsky

"The Sentence is a Lonely Place" by Garielle Lutz

Still Life with Oysters and Lemon by Mark Doty

Paris, When It's Naked by Etel Adnan

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

.•♥︎The Incident♥︎•.

Type: Not Fluff

Format: Oneshot

Catagory: yandere x reader

The sound of the rattlebag Grimm had gotten became more irritating with every passing second, the repetitive noise becoming like nails on a chalk board to me as I sat on the porch.The sight of the bright shades of yellow, orange, and pink mixing together for the perfect ombre slowly fading into the darkness to become gloaming. The feeling of irritation from thr displeasent noice bubbling under the surface eventually becoming more prominent as my patients for the gremlin began to run thin.

I began to snap as I aggressively stood from my chair storming over to the door as I aggressively turned the nob while pushing the door open with a tremendous amount of force causing the hinges to shake as it slammed against the wall with a thud. Storming over to the stairs my hand sliding up the old worn down banisters as I practically stomped up the stairs, a storm brewing in my head. The ear piercing noice of the bag all common sense and calm from my being.

Slamming the door open to our shared room, practically screaming as my voice raised and temper flaireding "You little Rat I swear to god if you don't stop shaking that rattlebag i will light it on fire and chuck it at you." Even more furious when He denied it with an attitude and snarky comments. "What did you eat some bad food. I don't have it, Hench-Human! Stop trying to scare me. I know the ghosts are gone" Clenching my hands and jaw while grinding my teeth as she acussed me of the exact thing she was guilty of. "You little brat-!"

The noise of the Rattlebag filled the room once more as we went completely silent. We both stood staring at each other Hearts pounding In our chests as we heard the rattle once more all annoyance disappearing from my body being replaced with a sense of pure unfiltered dread. The atmosphere becoming incredibly incredibly eerie at the lingering feeling of fright from the shill noise and knowledge. Suddenly the noise stopped, causing the only noise to be susurrus. The feelings slowly faded as time passed, my body relaxing as the instincts screaming run slowly faded and my heart rate went down. My mind scolding itself for psycing itself out. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the muscles and nerves in my body relaxed. The feeling of resentment from earlier no longer present as I flopped on the bed staring at the ceiling. The room suddenly going completely dark.

Looking outside the window and seeing tim lights of lights and electronics through my neighboring dorms. The sound of Grims voice chastising me as i did so. "You Human! You said you paid the power bill." Staring out the window as i mutterd "....... I did." the fear and Creepy atmosphere returning as my blood went cold at the realization that someone else was in our house and my mind hadn't been scaring me. Whispering quietly, panic and urgency seeping into my tone as the panic sunk in. "Hide now!" Scrambling to find something, anything to defend us since grim had used all his magic earlier while fucking around with deuce. Desperately going through the drawers with shaky hands searching for my utility Keychain as Grimm protested. "Why do I need to hide? It's just a power outage Human!"

My mind screaming fuck as It's refusal to take order made this situation more stressful, hands shaking as they grabbed the Keychain. "No its not, someone is in the house, and you cant use your magic anymore without overblotting." Watching as he reluctantly crawlwd under the bed. My mind screaming that's a obvious spot and to just run but not saying anything because as of currently we didn' know where the Intruder was in the house, so we couldn't leave. Blowing the Secented candle out before turning and hurriedly speakwalking to the closet and shutting the door. Trying to hide my body behind the clothing as the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon still filled the room. The situation feeling uncanny as she tried to stay still while listening anxiously for any noise as she was filled with unease. It's felt haunting like there was someone's gaze on me even.

The mystery of where the intruder was in our house building a rising tension in the air and "what if's" in my mind. The sound of footstep drifting down the hall, coming right in front of their door and the creak of the handle turning alerting me that he was entering as my body froze and breath hitched. The sounds of humming and footsteps filling my eardrums as I stood completely, still burying myself into the darkness of the closet.

Horror setting in as I realized the intruder wasn't there for our belongings or they would be searching our drawers and jewelry box.

My heart pounding In my chest as my hands shook, realizing that he already knew we were here, why else would they turn off the power. They were fucking with our minds and playing with our emotions practically bathing in our terror.

Not able to call or text anyone due to that fugly joke of a headmaster not paying my phone bill. Alarm and Terror setting in as the doors to the closet swung open, the moonlight shone light on the closet. Backing up as I saw a glimpse of a gloved hand reaching out for me, clutching the utility Keychain and scrambling to get the small knife portion open hearing a familiar voice speaking softly like they were talking to a startled animal. "Calm down {Name}~♥︎"

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Walter Pach, The Subway, 1919. Oil on canvas.

Photo: Rattlebag & Rhubarb

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 7)

Dramione Valentines 2023:

Flowery Confessions by Oftendisenchanted - G, one-shot - Narcissa insists Draco accompany her on a trip to the florists.A conversation ensues.

brb. by ellieauthor - M, WIP - An ominous message from a boy Hermione doesn't want to hear from generally, let alone on Valentine's day, leaves her scrambling for an alibi.There's only one other person who is usually on campus at this hour.And it's just her luck, he's already online.//or: a Dramione AOL Instant Messenger fic

See where it goes by Kaarina_Riddle - G, one-shot - Hogwarts has returned after the battle of Hogwarts and begun with a Pen Pal program. Hermione signs up and finds out she has a lot in common with hers and begins to fall for them. How will she react when they meet face to face

Like a Moth to a Flame by anne_ammons -  M, WIP -

Objectively, she could list his redeeming qualities. They’d been around each other enough for Hermione to know that Draco Malfoy had changed. On the positive side of the ledger — he was smart, decent with a wand, and even she could admit he wasn’t bad looking. Though certain things might have changed, however, he still was Draco Malfoy, replete with all the pompousness and righteousness which made her regularly want to throttle him.

The Runaways by rattlebag - T, one-shot - Draco and Hermione get hitched… but is this the wedding they really want?

Natural 20 in Theory by iftreescouldspeak - T, one-shot - When Draco asked her if she’d be interested in a new game, he sounded so excited that she couldn’t help but to say yes. He smiled at her so brilliantly, it made her melt.

Where Flowers Bloom by iftreescouldspeak - not rated, one-shot - “Mistletoe,” she observed. “Still a bit leftover from Christmas. Have someone you’re planning to pull under it?” She teased to ease the tension, to cut through the sharpness of his stare. He looked away.“I surmount difficulties,” he murmured.

The One Where Draco Moves Hermione's Stuff by iftreescouldspeak - G, one-shot - no summary

Yours, Inevitably by ChaosAndCrumpets - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is Hermione Granger's soulmate.Allegedly.

Draco Malfoy: Dungeon Master by ChaosAndCrumpets - M, one-shot - A thorough analysis of a conversation overheard at the bar of The Leaky Cauldron between one Hermione Jean Granger and one Luna Pandora Elizabeth Constance Chrysanthemum Lovegood led Draco to the establishment of the following facts:1. Hermione Jean Granger was looking for something called a D.M 2. There were a number of possibilities for interpretation of this acronym (one of which was rather dizzily Draco Malfoy). The most likely of these, after much research and consideration of the context of the conversation, was Dungeon Master. 3. A Dungeon Master (according to a response received to a hastily dispatched owl from a Muggleborn Theo had once had sexual relations with) was responsible for the dictation of play in a Muggle game known as Dungeons and Dragons. This was an RPG (Role Playing Game) in which participants were subject to the whims of the D.M 4. Dungeons and Dragons was, after much investigation and a fair amount of educated guesswork, in all likelihood, a Muggle subset of the BDSM (Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Masochism) community.

A Diverting Distraction by Oftendisenchanted - E, one-shot - Twenty-five minutes.Twenty-five agonising, unendurable minutes.That’s how long Draco had been forced to sit by and watch as McLaggan salivated all over his witch, hands drifting far too close to her thighs for his liking. In fact, if the wanker tried brushing his palm up her leg again, then Draco was determined to remove the offending appendage… permanently.

So You Think You Want A Marriage Law? by iwasbotwp - T, WIP - There'd been marriage laws before and Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before someone in power decided there should be one again. Instead of waiting for it to happen and hoping she could either fight it or somehow end up with the person she wanted, she'd use her knowledge to her advantage. She'd write the law herself and get it passed before they could.

Old Books, Ink, and Spearmint Toothpaste by EvergreenTuesdays - T, one-shot - In which Draco defects to the OrderThis is part II of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖

Lavender, Fresh Laundry, and Milk Breath by EvergreenTuesdays - G, one-shot - In which Draco plans a romantic Valentine’s date for his wifeThis is part III of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖

Freshly Mown Grass and New Parchment by EvergreenTuesdays - M, one-shot - In which we find out what the Amortentia potion really smelled like to Hermione.This is part I of a short story trilogy I wrote for the DFW Valentine Exchange Fest 💝 Each story can be read individually as a stand-alone, or out of order, but will have more depth together as a trio 💖

Unlikely Assassins by Astrangefan - E, one-shot - Mental health in the Wizarding World was as taboo as Voldemort's name used to be. Those who physically survived the Second Wizard War were often at loose ends afterwards. They turned to anything that would help them cope their undiagnosed PTSD. Potions, alcohol, even muggle drugs.Hermione and Draco get caught up in a web of organized crime, drugs and blackmail when all they want to do is figure out how not to get killed in the process.Theo Nott is the means to their success, but a what cost?The Natural Born Killers meet Breaking Bad meet Thelma and Louise Dramione you didn't know you needed!

The Battle of the Taviton Street Flat by Somandalicious - E, one-shot - After being placed together by a Flatshare agency, Hermione's plan to get under Draco's skin backfires. Or does it?

Be Mine by Fawkes_in_sox - T, one-shot - Hermione has the perfect plan to cut ties with Ron, but it's riddled with unintended consequences.

With Shaking Hands: A Marriage Law by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - A Marriage Law Ficlet for Valentines! Happy V-day EvergreenTuesdays!

Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.

Puh-sgetti and other catastrophes by Miamii - T, one-shot -  Lyra wants to set up a date for her dad. But things go very wrong.

"It's Like Rain On Your Wedding Day" by Astrangefan - G, one-shot - Hermione loves the rain. Draco not so much. But he'll brave it for her.

Valentine's Day: A History by Astrangefan - G, one-shot - “What? That’s it? Straight from murdering a priest to candy hearts and flowers? That’s quite a jump."orDraco learns the origins of Valentine's Day

a use for sorrow by ellieauthor - T, one-shot - “No apology?” he asks as the door closes behind her.She doesn’t hear him, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just a joke.People don’t apologize to Draco Malfoy.//Or:While Hermione drinks, Draco falls in love.

pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “Welcome to the Apothecary, home of the magic latte. Pick your poison.”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.

Crookshanks? More like Cockblockshanks by iwasbotwp - E, one-shot - Draco has a clear goal in mind. But Crookshanks always seems to be there to ruin it. Except the one time when maybe he isn't going to.

First Flight by Fawkes_in_sox - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione fly the muggle way to reach their holiday destination. It goes about as well as one might expect.

Teddy Bear by Miamii - M, one-shot - Sometimes it takes meddling friends and a rough night to see what's right in front of you.

The Currency of Gossip by rattlebag - G, one-shot - Hogwarts, renowned school of Witchcraft and Wizardry; no matter how famous, how lauded, how magical it is, no matter what wars have shaken its foundations, or battles have dented its halls, it remains, at its core, a boarding school. Consequently, it still runs on the same energy, the same waves, the same currency, as any other: gossip.or: the fic where everyone tries to work out who Hermione Granger is married to

Nefarious Intent by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - Draco gets a Valentine from Cupid himself, but gifts aren't always what they seem.

The Best Way to Get Over Someone… by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot -...is to fuck Draco Malfoy against his office door.Or however the saying goes.

The Obvious Choice by slytherindiaries - T, one-shot - Hermione wins a free Valentines holiday for two at the Ministry gala and has to figure out who to take with her...while all of her friends are busy conspiring against her.

The Business of Bribery by LiloLilyAnn - T, one-shot - "Are you asking me to be your Valentine, Granger?""No, I'm not. This is a bribe actually."*****Hermione has a need.Draco has a big mouth.Why put a cupcake in it when his foot is so much better?

Now I Got Closure by Abraxas52 - T, one-shot - Hello All! This fic crept into my heart in such a big way and every moment stays with me. For those that may or may not connect the dots, this is giving HEAVY Ross and Rachel in Central perk vibes. <3 Honestly, this fic really became what it is because of my dearest collaborator EvergreenTuesdays. She helps me bring the passion in the best way!To my good friend, quicknotesquim, I hope you thoroughly enjoy this lil moment in time between our two favorite star crossed lovers.

A Taboo of Gardenias by Abraxas52 - G, one-shot - Hey Everyone! This prompts was so much fun to write and has a bit of an innocent tone to it. Just three friends in the Gryffindor common room hanging out until madness ensues! My dear HufflepuffMommy, I hope you enjoy lil read! <3A big thank you to EverygreenTuesdays for your help on this lil package of cuteness. Exploring the magic is always fun when your around.

I missed you! by Miamii - M, one-shot -  Hermione is gone for a month to travel for work. Once she returns her two boys are eager to claim her.

Valentines Over the Top by Miamii - G, one-shot - Draco wants to impress the most impressive witch he knows and the only way he can think of doing so, is by using muggle technology to organise his Valentine surprises. Only he asked the wrong people for help.

The one where Draco moves Hermione's Stuff by Miamii - T, one-shot - Draco just wanted to help and go on a nice lunch with his girlfriend. Little did he know that Potter had so many opinions about that.The heading really says it all, if you have watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Reference to the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episode where Chandler moves Monicas stuff, written for the DFW Dramione Valentines 2023

This fest is ongoing.

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Getting to Know You Tag Game

Thank you @ambpersand and @roseharpermaxwell for the tags!

Three Ships: I imprinted on Dramione in 2021 and that was it for me. But I also adore a NottPott and a Panville. You could probably sell me on any ship.

First Ship: Before I knew what fanfic was I kept a spiral bound notebook under my bed that I filled with Cassie/Jake from Animorphs. But also Tobias has my heart forever.

Last Song: Ok but 99% of what I’ve been listening to right now is Brown Noise, despite that the words “brown noise” next to each other in that order are heinous. The most recent thing on my Spotify history is “Stirring Brown Noise” by Loud Lowness. Great track. Highly recommend.

Last Movie: RWRB and I loved it!

Currently Watching: New season of Lower Decks. I wish Mariner would adopt me to be her bestie 🥺

Currently Reading: Supposedly I’m reading RWRB, but I’m currently working on a big, all-consuming work thing and holding RWRB hostage as my reward.

Last Thing I Wrote: In June I wrote a Dramione one-shot (with beautiful art by @tinyq and podfic by @etl-echo-audiobooks) about a lab accident that’s going to destroy all magical life in Britain, and Hermione has to stop it except she’s lost her memories. There’s a lot of popsicle stick-esque dentist jokes that I’m proud to say I made up myself.

Currently Writing: The big, all-consuming work thing that necessitates me listening to such heat rocks as “Mother Nature Sings the Brown Noise” by Breez Bing.

Tagging (I don’t know if people are around on tumblr or not but I’m tagging you anyway, and anyone else who wants to play!): @zeebee3 @thatblondebitvh @rattlebag @ellieauthor @chaoticcrumpets @tinyq @katsitsiyo

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October Reading Wrap Up

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo - ★★★★★ - Review

Click Clack The Rattlebag by Neil Gaiman - ★★★★★

Don't Ask Jack by Neil Gaiman - ★★★★☆

The Gold-Bug by Edgar Allan Poe - ★★★☆☆

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe - ★★★★★

The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe - ★★★★★ - Review

The Fall Of The House Of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe - ★★★★☆

Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History Of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain - ★★★☆☆

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Carriage B Seat 43a

Carriage B, Seat 43a https://ift.tt/woYfrKU by rattlebag Hermione is on her way to Aberdeen for a wedding, and finds herself with a most inhospitable seat mate who has no regard for correct train etiquette. Surely there is no way this combination ends with her having sex with said seat mate a few hours later… or: the one where Draco has to sit in second class and gets an orgasm out of it Words: 7530, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: train smut is the best smut, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Enemies to Lovers, ish, to pretentious idiots arguing, pussy slapping, Rough Sex via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/H14aBAe October 31, 2023 at 11:32PM