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Don't let go

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writing isn’t about inspiration. it’s about spite. spite against the blank page. spite against everyone who said you wouldn’t finish. spite against your past self who didn’t outline.

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As much as I like Alan Rickman as an actor and his portrayal of that stoic, restrained, and cold Snape in the movies, I don't love Snape because of Alan Rickman. The Snape I like the most is not the cold and super controlled one from the films; it's the one from the books, the one who behaves like an abusive child in front of other kids, lowering himself to the level of teenagers while he's 30 years old. He's the one who throws out sassy comments worthy of the top mean girls at the most unexpected moments. He's the one who suddenly goes from zero to a hundred because something triggers him and he completely loses his composure, because no matter how good an Occlumens he is, he can't keep it together when it comes to things that touch his inner child. He's the Snape who needs therapy, and it's clear that he does, and he's a resentful person who doesn't forget and, deep down, is a diva. And if people really can't understand why this Snape is the one that most of us like, then they don't understand anything.

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and this is the Snape in my head

Eyes up, Severus. You’re almost done.

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What does Harry Potter look/sound like in your head? Singer/songwriter Jacob Lee is my grown up HP

(PS - a new chapter is up in my drarry fic Forced Landing)

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Complete! A snarry hanahaki story, 38k words, rated E.

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My next snarry fanfic is almost completely written except for the places where it says [put sex here]. Sex remains the hardest most difficult to write yet the most fun to read. (Just me?)

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Before 2024, I was a writer who had tried so many times to be published (and was rejected) that my passion had become the thing that hurt me. Then, last year, I began writing Harry Potter fanfiction and posting it, and suddenly I was waking up each day to kudos and the sort of comments that could make me cry from happiness.

I wrote and published 313,873 words in 2024 (two finished works, two in progress), and this year, I'm going to write even more. I'm 42 years old, and this is the most fulfilled I've ever been.

(Come hang out with me on AO3.)

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Stance

Day 21 of Snapetober is a bit of a younger Snape, fresh from the end of the first war and still a bit rigid but always wary.

And for Hogwarts Kinktober Day 21 is "Foot Fetish". I think it turned out fun, it was a bit outside my bailiwick (word of the day). If you're curious the link is below.

💚Severus's Every Flavor of Smuts💚

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Just a little joint flight over the black lake.

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My Snape/Hermione fic is one of only 45 with the rimming tag. Snape/Harry has 361. I wonder how many cishet readers I'll lose with this... development in the story.

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Trash Tuesday

Ahhh thank you @smehur for tagging me. Your snippet is fantastic! This little thing has been rotting away in my drafts with the title "pathetic draco" because I love him when he's pathetic. Background: Malfoy is developing interesting potions for Auror use, including one that Malfoy is currently abusing to keep himself invisible to one specific Auror.

"I can't even hate him anymore," Ron complained. "He's too pathetic."

Harry glanced around the Ministry canteen and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. "Who?"

"Malfoy."

For a few seconds, Harry's mind went utterly blank. "You mean Draco Malfoy?" He turned in a circle, straining to see every side and corner of the canteen, but none of the blondes were the shade of spun silver-gold he remembered from years ago.

"Of course, Draco Malfoy, you numpty."

"Where?"

"Are you blind, Harry? We just passed him on our way in. He was rushing out and tripped over his own feet. Or Dirk Mountbatten's feet."

"But that wasn't…I would've…" Weird. He remembered passing Dirk but not Malfoy. How had he missed him? "Has he changed?"

"Changed how? I mean we all have, haven't we?"

Harry could still picture him clearly. First he thought of Malfoy Manor and the faint panic that had been stirring beneath Malfoy's blank expression when he'd refused to identify him. Then he thought of the Room of Requirement and the abject horror they'd shared as they flew away from certain death. Then he settled on his very last memory of Malfoy sitting huddled with his parents in the Great Hall after Voldemort's defeat, looking shell shocked and no less terrified than before. There'd been ashes smudged on his cheek and red burns on his hands. Harry had handed him back his Hawthorn wand without a word spoken between them and that had been that. In the nearly five years since, Harry hadn't seen or heard a thing about him.

How could he not have noticed him? "Are you sure it was Malfoy?"

"You really didn't see him just now?" Ron's worried side-eye seemed to be evaluating him for spell damage. "He's in the Ministry all the time. He's in and out of Robards' office once or twice a month. Eats in the canteen sometimes. I think he must be working here somewhere, though he doesn't wear a uniform, just plain black robes."

Harry was beginning to question his Auror skills. "I've never noticed. Does he look different?"

"Not exactly," Ron hedged. "Just less poncy, I guess, and a lot quieter. Stringy hair, shabby robes, kind of unhealthy, like a blond Snape. He keeps his head down and gets shoved a bit in the corridors. I think he was spat on last week in the atrium. You know how Corlick and Steiner are—they never miss a chance to hassle a Death Eater. Malfoy looks like a light breeze would knock him over. It's just, you know, pathetic. You seriously haven't seen him?"

Harry shook his head.

"I guess you really have changed since school." Ron clapped him on the shoulder and steered him toward the salad bar.

It wasn't until they were seated at a table and Ron had his mouth full of pie barm that Harry asked, "Someone actually spat on him?"

Ron shrugged.

"And he didn't respond to that?"

Ron swallowed. "What's he going to say? 'My father will hear about this'?"

No, Harry didn't suppose he would use his father, currently serving a life sentence in Azkaban, as a threat anymore.

I'm new here and don't have anyone to tag, but I'm going back through all these to follow the awesome writers/artists being tagged!

Trash Tuesday

thank you @faiell for tagging me! 🥰 this scene was written for my story more than i can say. i cut it out because it's overly dramatic, but also because i decided against making draco's relationship with blaise into a full-out subplot as i had originally planned. for those who have read the story, this takes place in the transfiguration class on the morning after harry's and draco's encounter in the ruins.

“Oh. My. God.”

Draco turns to Blaise with a start. For a moment there, the classroom and everyone in it ceased to exist, but now it all rushes back. The shuffle of pages, the murmurs of students, McGonagall’s tireless voice, saying something about ravens and writing desks.

Blaise looks like he’s seen a boggart. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“It’s Potter, isn’t it?”

“What about him?”

Blaise leans in and whispers furiously in Draco’s ear. “Your mystery lover.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco hisses.

“You’re ridiculous, trying to deny it. I just saw you!”

“Saw me what?”

“Uh, eye-fuck him?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

McGonagall’s pacing brings her too close to continue, and both Blaise and Draco bend their heads, pretending to copy down. But as soon as she turns away, Blaise whispers again.

“Are you out of your bloody mind? He hates you!”

Draco clenches his teeth.

“So he keeps you like some dirty secret, or what? Did he make you swear you wouldn’t tell anyone? I bet he did. Saint Potter wouldn’t wanna be seen with a Death Eater, would he?”

“Shut up.” It comes out louder than Draco intended and McGonagall looks at him, thin brows raised over her spectacles. “Sorry,” he mouths, and bends over his parchment again. From the other side of the classroom, Potter watches him: Draco can feel his gaze like the beam of a searchlight, but he can’t risk looking up.

“We’re talking about this later,” Blaise says through his teeth.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Fine. Be that way.”

But it wouldn’t be Blaise if he just gave up. He catches up with Draco in the hallway and once the crowd thins down, pulls him by the arm behind a tapestry.

“What do you want from me?” Draco cries, yanking himself free. “I told you—”

“Draco. He hates you.”

“He doesn’t! Not anymore. He saved my life thrice now, for Merlin’s sake.”

“So what, you owe him? To be his whore?”

Draco’s vision darkens and before he knows it, he’s got Blaise pinned to the wall with a wand in his navel a forearm at his throat. “Fuck. Off.”

Blaise stares at him defiantly, breathing hard and trying to swallow to no avail. But he says nothing, and after a few moments, the dark haze clears from Draco’s eyes. He steps back, straightens his robes, and walks away, shaking like a leaf.

would love to see discarded bits from WIPs or posted things from @fluxweeed @cailynwrites @arminaa8 @thecouchsofa @sayschu-fanfic and anyone who'd like to hop onto this train! ❤️

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not potter stalking malfoy

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my take on post-war severus :')))

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Why finish one thing when you can start ten new things

Oooof, a roll call of what I'm working on while I try to decide where to FOCUS...

I'm 68k words in on my sevmione story Supported Flight.

5k words in on a fun drarry where Harry keeps accidentally apparating on top of his old nemesis.

5k words in on a Lucius/Arthur post-war story.

4k words in on a short and sweet snarry hurt/comfort.

3k words in on a drarry/severitus epic retelling of books 6-7.

3k words in on a snarry time travel fic where Snape (during canon) regularly travels to Harry in the future for brief segments of comfort.

3k words in on a Ron/Draco story, where they both work at Hogwarts.

1.5k words in on a snarry hanahaki-style fic.

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I refuse to read/watch fantastic beasts because my brain physically cannot contain any more fanfic ideas.