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I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

being a writer is so embarassing. i'm sitting on my bed, bopping to my music, kicking my feet, imagining scenarios. and i'm looking at internet pages about asbestos.

To all the fanfiction writers out there!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK!!!

I can complain, whine, bitch and moan but in the end you are-

MAGNIFICENT! YOU ARE A LIFE SAVER!!

to all the fic writers out there who have made 2021 bearable and have given us all countless hours of happiness and escapism, thank you so much

There's not enough hours in a day for all I want to write. 💔

The Umbrella Academy Season 4 (Deleted Scene)

so. this is my first time making an actual post in this page, but this is all happening before my own very eyes and i cant stay still. 

i just wanted to say that it is really sad that most of my favorite authors here on tumblr feel almost the necessity to abandon their passion and their writings because people make them feel obligated to post updates, to finish certain fic in a certain amount of time, to go through asks and asks of hate and disrespect about their writings, to put up with plagiarism… a lot of shit is going on right now on this side of tumblr, and a lot of really talented people are losing their inspiration and their love for the community because of this occurrences. please, try to put yourself in the place of others before you ask for updates, for a specific drabble, before you say your opinion in a mean way or feel entitled to demand an author that they finish certain fic. we are losing artist, we are losing talented writers, people who are kind and love the arts enough to upload their content for free, to work their asses off for a community that’s giving them nothing but shit. please be kind and grateful.

sorry for the rant, and sorry for making my first post in this really mean tone. english is not my first language so if something sounds weird sorry in advance! and thank you for reading

I have so much stuff I’m nervous to post because I think no one will like it or even glance at it. But we miss 100% of the shots we don’t take right?

“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going

OH YAAYAYAY!

I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS!!

Tomorrow is the day!!

(Right? My calendar isn’t wrong?)

I- I'm speechless. This is- wow 😲. I- I love you, I really do. Wow. Phew.

I'm not crying, I just got something in my eye 🥺🥺. Be right back.

* cries*

( I mean I personally am a fan of @drarrily-we-row-along and this is like, wow, still speechless )

Dear drarry fandom,

Just a reminder to protect these two people who give reasons for us to live

@drarrily-we-row-along

@sorry-i-ship-drarry

🥺❤️

We love you

Here's to any writer being hated upon or received with words as such " I've read better" from fellow readers.

Here's a message to those readers- we love nonetheless, it'd be a pity to not offer our love to you, however here's something I suppose you should know before saying" it isn't that good "

1. These writers spend hours researching, trying to find the very suitable phrase like "anche le stelle non riescono a capire il mio amore per te" ( even the stars can't fathom my love for you ) or researching about theories about love or Greek mythologies like those of Zeus or even talking about certain theories like ship of Theseus or trying to find the best way to possibly make the writing sound elegant, worth reading even though sometimes they know that whatever they write, people might not enjoy it.

2. They spend hours framing a scenario in their head while they watch out of the window from that of a bus or while blankly staring at the wall, even enacting dialogue, or thinking of what to write over a request they received on the dinner table while they slowly chew away the smaller portions of their food.

3. Editing. That is the most tedious of all, editing and re-editing like three times and even then somehow they miss certain words, wrongly use a single word because they had that word in their head. And all those writers who had cover picture or even a postable fan art, they spend away minutes to hours looking for that one saved pin on theirs Pinterest board that they know would go along with it so well.

4. For all those who write on notes, and then add over Tumblr, it's one of the worst things ever but they have to keep a safety net because what if they wrote the draft and the internets weird and suddenly when it's time to save, it doesn't save and the whole thing is lost. The pain of writing first draft and losing the entire work is like someone spilling tea over your entire homework and now it's drenched with all the ink everywhere and you've Only an hour to submit it. It feels like that.

5. And writing the begining and the ending. One may even have the most perfect ending,and yet somehow to work on making the begining intriguing enough for people do read it, it's something entirely different of an agony. Or either way,they may have the perfect beginning, yet somehow not the perfect ending and there's no one more disappointed than them in their own self when they can't find the so called perfect beginning and ending.

6. And lastly, when they receive disliking comments, or comments that say" I've read better " of course you have, they're still progressing , they're doing the best of their ability, taking out 2-3 hours from their day to write what you Just read from the busy schedule, putting away their work ( writing ) to the end of the day, sacrificing a little of their sleep time to give reader's the work they've written in hopes that there is someone somewhere sitting having a hard time and their writing is the only thing that makes them happy or someone desperately waiting for it's second part because the writers owe it to them. And comments as such, sometimes not only discourage them but it's nags them all day..

So before you hate on Someone, keep yourself in their shoes and imagine what must it feel like to receive such comments after you've worked long enough to write something like that.

Yet, they wholeheartedly love you because you took out time from your day to read something which you didn't necessarily enjoy but read it anyways because you wanted to see how it ends, these writers still respect your opinion and are still thankful for your read.

Hope this makes the fellow writers feel slightly better because if there's no one in the world, I'm your biggest fan and I'll stay till the end and support you because you deserve it.

For @drarrily-we-row-along @lyssarose @dearly-devoted-dawdler @l0vegl0wsinthedark @slytherco @drarrywords @phoebedelia @slytherinnbitch @lou-isfake @drarry-is-my-therapy @rockingrobin69 @sitp-recs @ladderofyears @railmeharrypotter @toms-diary @bubble-gumhead

Add all those writers who needs to read this because they deserve all the love in the world !

The Butterfly Effect 

- Part 5 

Harry relaxed back in his chair, his finger playing the forward button then replay button over and over again trying to find a clue, any clue but it was all just a video, nothing more. The videos played on loop on the projector, questions after questions being asked and none met with an actual answer. It frustrated him, this entire case did but he was waiting for that one calling that hadn’t made it to him yet. He knew there was something to the case that he was missing or something that was kept concealed but days after trying to find out, he had reached nowhere, a dead end if he must say so. 

So he replayed the video like he had done several times, this time focusing on Draco’s facial expression and somewhere along the way pitying him for the horrid condition he must be in. Azkaban wasn’t people’s favorite place to be in and he was there for a crime Harry was convinced he didn’t commit. 

“ Killers don’t always use weapon, murder isn’t always murder and death isn’t always met. I did not kill Ben Codsworth, someone did and that’s not me ”

He stopped the video right at that second, feeling too exhausted to go on, just looking at the shade of pale screen and his expressions that looked defeated, like he lost at something, maybe convincing that he was infact innocent, shame Harry didn’t know, yet.  

“ What am I not able to find?” Harry whispered in the air then picked up the file and stared at Draco’s face. Looking between the Draco on the screen and on the file seemed like two entirely different people, different yet alike at all time. It was weird how the same person could look so different in such a small span of time, it felt so unreal but it was more real than everything had ever been. It was weird to think of how Draco might’ve possibly thought that he was going to be there only for a short span of time, a couple of days until he would’ve been found innocent like it should’ve gone but little had he seen this coming, little would he had thought about wasting his youth in prison and above that everyone being convinced that he was the murderer, it was like the world was convinced he was a murderer and nobody wanted to hear his story but Harry. It was like living in a tin box, with the same grey painted walls everywhere with the opaqueness of the world convincing that there was no world outside those 4 walls, outside that cruelty.  

Harry stared at the screen for a long time, then picture of Draco in his hand wondering what move should be his next, who to go to, who to believe until he heard the door knob twisting and he immediately unplugged the projector and hastily put the picture in a file. 

“ Harry “ the door opened and in the shadow cast Ginny’s silhouette.

“ yeah ?” Harry asked putting his case stuff away. 

“ Dinner ?” She asked 

“ i’ll be right out “ Harry answered. Ginny nodded and left. He cleared up the mess he made, putting the videos back in the bag along with the files and just as he was about to walk out, he had a good look of the room, his thoughts still running in wonderment. 

Within a few minutes he was at the table and listening to Ginny and filling her in about the new case he received at the same time yet keeping the name confidential. 

“ Seems like some case” Ginny commented 

“ Yeah- I constantly feel like there’s something i’m not seeing. There are just too many loopholes” Harry explained 

“ Of course there are, if how you’re saying this person didn’t kill him, then somebody else did who definitely had a problem with the person who’s in prison, its like he’s being framed” Ginny stated “ Wow- this fish isn’t as boneless as it was supposed to be “ she added but all Harry thought of how Draco could possibly be framed, who would do it?

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Harry was running out of people to reach out to, anyone he possibly could’ve thought of was either dead, disappeared, had lost touch, or currently low in existence as he would like to put it. He was entirely frustrated as he walked into his office and was met with John sitting over his chair. Good thinking of Harry to put the question pin board away last night. 

“ Hello, Harry “ John greeted. Even the small hello seemed to have caused a bubble of blood to rise inside of him. 

“ Hello, John. I think you might be invading my personal space- well office that is” Harry raised his eyebrows as he set his bag he bought over the table and walked behind to sit in his chair. 

The audacity John had to keep his legs over Harry’s table but then again John wasn’t the best guy. 

“ My office Harry- I gave you this office if you can recall- but- I can understand. I’m only here to know your progress on the case, don’t you think that perhaps the case have been dragged on for a little longer than you normally do it, say a week or two more than you would have normally finished the case in ?” John asked with his tone laced with challenge and suspicion. 

Harry huffed then leaned forward over the table, pouring a glass of water for himself “ I would say you are not wrong. The case have been dragged on for longer than usual- almost a week over than i’d normally do it but you see the case isn’t as simple as I thought it was. I have to make sure that there is absolutely nothing which could be questioned later in any inquiry. I want to make sure that Draco Malfoy stays put in there and for that I need to do an intensive study over the files and people who might think he’s innocent “ Harry wished that a door to hell would open up underneath his chair and drag him downright because right now he hated himself more than he hated John for what he said and how he said with a smirk plastered over his face. 

John looked at Harry impressively “ Well- I did not expect you to get so involved but I like your spirit- its as I’d like to put it very impressive. Finally thinking like a true auror “ He got up from the chair and was ready to leave, Harry himself being thankful for that but in the last moment John turned around and looked at Harry in a way he couldn’t himself explain, it was some sort of an unambiguous look that seemed as if John was looking through him and into his soul. Harry didn’t like that look, it left him mildly disturbed. 

And he left the office. Harry soon locked it after him and took out the question board from beneath his table and pinned another post. 

“ Pansy Parkinson? ” 

“ Narcissa Malfoy ?” 

And added a few more question marks after John’s name. 

Thinking upon the conversation he had with Theodore a couple of days ago, Harry couldn’t help but note down everything he could remember from the conversation on a piece of paper and stuck it to the pinboard as well. 

“ The botanist farm “ Harry frowned. How come it was never mentioned before that the botanist farm where Ben worked even existed? That led him to Ben’s investigatory file and doing his background search but reading lines over lines he realised it wasn’t mentioned anywhere when Ben was away for almost an year to the Botanist farm to study. Maybe it could be a start but Harry was afraid that going to find out about that Botanist farm would again be a dead end and if not more so a useless one, what possibly could he even get from there ? Or was it even really connected to the case as such which led him to another thing as why didn’t that come up in any inquiries with Draco about Ben’s disappearance especially about the farm for a while even though it was clear that Draco knew Ben the best. 

Harry was still reading through file hastily when suddenly his eyes laid upon the word Marital status, which was scratched several times then left blank. Harry picked up that piece of paper and put it before the table lamp trying to find the words beneath the ink. He bought his specks closer to his eyes, squinting and underneath the scraping was just one to two letter he could see at the end “ an ” and after that was another scratch. Clearly someone didn’t want anyone to know Ben’s marital status. Harry noted it down and left it over the table to later figure out what it was while he tried running around the office library to find a file on Pansy Parkinson, if that even existed. Apparently not and the reason was clear, despite being a hefty supporter of Voldemort during the second war, she was never really put behind bars and only the people who were put behind bars in Azkaban were the ones who had a file and since Pansy was only presented in the court for a short while and found guilty she was free. If Harry really thinks upon it he can recall sitting in the winzegamot while Pansy’s hearing was in process, she was very nervous and she kept bouncing her leg up and down whilst she was sitting on the chair. It was probably the first time he had ever even seen her that nervous but when your life changing sentence is a minute away, you would be scared. He can’t remember what happened next, perhaps he never really could paid attention or he was sent out of there for something and only returned during the final statement hour, the rest was just a fast blur. 

“ Harry-” Someone called from behind him and he turned around to notice the fellow he works with but had hardly ever been keen enough to remember his name. Harry assumed it started with a M. 

“ How are you doing ?” he asked. Harry smiled at him, answering his question vaguely. 

“ Been noticing you coming here a lot “ He smiled. 

“ Working on some cold sort of case- unfortunately the evidences are very less-” 

“ You’re looking here for evidence’s? Thought you’d know better than trying find them here, its a complete waste- John keeps the actual evidences- Why don’t you ask him ?” He asked frowning. 

“ Can’t ” Harry muttered to himself then gave him a fake smile “ I’ll try that, Thanks” 

And Harry left after that, going back to his office and waiting for the the hole of hell to open up under his chair. 

He was again running in his nuisance of unavailable hints, even thinking of giving up the case but the innocence in Draco’s face called him towards himself. Harry thought of it all and at the end he realised that he was afraid of knowing why he wanted to free Draco. He thought earlier that maybe it was all for a cause, or a sense to prove that innocent people are put into Azkaban without consent but now maybe it was more than that, maybe it always had been, he still doesn’t know why he was so attached to the case, all he knew that this wasn’t just any framed up case, it was so much more than that but if Harry was sure of one thing was that Draco could not have been a murderer.

The annoying clock on his table ticked louder than his thoughts he decided he needed at least something, he couldn’t waste his days away. If he needed to solve the case he needed to know everything about Draco’s life, his past life, his life in general away from school, his family, his relationship with Ben, he needed to know everything to find answers.

And so despite low chances, he was stirring in the pensieve every memory he ever held of Draco. Memories after memories transformed from one to another, some foul and unpleasant to some completely unnecessary but it was enough to prove that Harry knew absolutely nothing of Draco, absolutely nothing. He doesn’t want to blame his own self but it was true that he never really gave himself a chance to take the veil of mask off Draco’s face and look behind it. All the memories he had of Draco from 6th year now were more than just memories, his face was always a cry for help and it was unfathomable how Harry looked past all that and tried to look for suspicious things. He wonders what would have happened if he had ever gave him a chance to prove himself or What would had happened if for once he would had risen from more than just himself and trying to make plans to defeat Voldemort and had lurked a thought over Draco, what would’ve happened ?

Harry was on the last of the memories, the one from the day Dumbledore was on the porch after they had came back to the astronomy tower and Draco was standing with his wand pointed at Dumbledore. Harry walked nearer to Draco and looked at the helplessness in his face, the cry in his eyes, the tremor of his lips. He was hopeless, helpless and broken even back then, more then than ever. He was too young for someone to know what pain was but looking at Draco in his memory with his wand held in his trembling hands Harry felt pity and a strange whim of sadness. He stood right before Draco as he cried to Dumbledore and looked through his eyes but they were dim, closed down, shut off from him because Harry never really had tried to look beyond it but even then he knew it, he knew that he could be anything but a murderer.  

“ you couldn’t had done it ” Harry whispered and pulled out of the memory. He pushed the pensieve away a little and let out a long harsh breath. It had been too overwhelming to watch all the memories more than he could’ve thought of. It had left him estranged and guilty of a lot of things but they were just kids weren’t they. Kids who made too many mistakes and had came too far to apologize for them. 

Harry startled as soon as the door opened behind him and then shut off by whoever entered. He turned around and noticed Ron had came in and was watching his question pin board he had created.

“ You’re still here- thought you would’ve packed your stuff away” Ron commented 

Harry frowned looking at the ticking clock on his table “ Its just 4″ 

“ Yeah but the dinner is at 6 “ Ron shook his head making a point. 

“ What dinner ?” Harry asked confused. 

“ Dinner, At my place. Remember Hermione is hosting our usual dinners- something for the wedding to be discussed. Seriously how did you forget, I just told you yesterday while leaving work” Ron frowned. 

It struck him then, yesterday while leaving work Ron had said something about the dinner but his mind was making plans to cross by the bakery to check Boyce was there, he wasn’t. 

“ Yeah- must’ve slipped my mind- I’ll pack “ Harry retaliated. 

Ron sighed then opened the door to walk out of the door “ I’ll see you at dinner then- oh and try not to bring up the case in between with Hermione” 

Harry nodded and Ron left. 

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In Harry’s opinion the dinner was going pleasantly but in everyone else’s opinion, the dinner was everything but fine. The entire dinner Harry kept playing with his fork more than listening and when called out over it, he responded with ‘he’s not that hungry’ and it wasn’t even just that, when he was asked about the wedding preparations he was only half a mind present there and ended up being silent which for the sake Ron answered. Harry was very disturbed, dreaming in his own world, he didn’t like it but he was always thinking of ways to pin any clue or a hint in his head for the case and currently in dinner he was thinking of any memories he might’ve missed about Draco while watching the memories in pensieve but he couldn’t pin any memory he might’ve forgotten. 

But lost in his world, Ron finally lost his mind and dragged Harry into the balcony. 

“ What is up with you ?” Ron almost yelled. 

“ What ?” Harry questioned back confused.

“ You know what “ Ron replied crossing his arms in his front. 

“ Nothing is up Ron, I’m good” Harry shook his head for emphasis. 

“ You’re far from good Harry, don’t you see you’re losing your mind over that guy who for all you might actually be the murderer and I know you have faith in him and you believe he’s innocent and everything and he might be but Harry you have a wedding coming up, you have your friends and family here and you are being ignorant of them. I don’t know why this case is so important to you or if this have anything to do with your life or people or if its even just about justice but what you’re doing here and everywhere else except your office isn’t valid. You can’t ignore us, your fiance, the rest of the world for that one guy” Ron scolded. With the way he scolded him off Harry knew that it must’ve been something serious or he must’ve done something very wrong, he might even be entirely wrong for all he knew but if there was anything Harry knew about Ron was that if he was yelling at him or if he was calling Harry out on his shit then he had definitely not been a good friend.  

Harry sighed then nodded “ I- I am sorry, I didn’t realize I was being such a terrible friend-” 

“ Its not about being a terrible friend- it- its just that you’ve been so lost and all of us wish that you were just a little bit present” Ron admitted. 

Harry looked at Ron apologetically “I know- I wish I knew why this meant so much to me but I don’t and I know you think I do but I don’t- You know what- you are right, I’ve been very inconsiderate about everything even you guys and you people who mean the world to me- I’ll make it upto you all I promise I will, starting right now. I’ll run down and i’ll bring us guys some good cake and we’ll celebrate, alright” 

Ron huffed then nodded “ Do you want me to go along with you ?” 

“ I’ll be fine “ Harry replied patting his back and left the flat to run down to the nearest bakery but unfortunately the nearest bakery was closed, so was the other, then the other and the next one until he decided to go to Boyce’s bakery at his last resort which was fortunately open and about to be closed. He ran through the door, reaching for air and made it to the counter with little breath running into his system. 

“ I need- “ 

“ You again- Let me stop you- I know why you’re here, I knew it all along but its- it just didn’t make sense but nobody comes as often as you do and I can see you clearly have a reason with all your absurd questions ” Boyce cut him off. 

“ Oh? “ Harry asked in a single syllable. 

“ I know you who you need"  

“ Its Pansy, isn’t it ?” 

PART 1 TO 4 

I’m so so so incredibly sorry for anyone who was actually waiting for this update but a lot of factors contributed to this very specific late update and also as noticed I’ve started december fluff fest, I’ve barely been able to juggle with writing that, updating and my own life as well. 

I’d also apologize for this one being a shitty chapter, I barely had any motivation and headspace to think through it, clearly I do now. Again, Incredibly sorry. I’ll try to update sooner this time. Much Love. 

MASTERLIST/ REQUESTS OPEN 

5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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a non-selective plan for the resurgence of fic commissions

I can't stop thinking about this one time I called my angsty fic "smut" because in my mother tongue sadness is "smutek" and it didn't even occur to me, that it can mean anything else. Just, you know, localized term for angst or somehitn

Me, staring at ideas for my rarepair ship fic: Which one of you should I write sweethearts? Which one? 5+1 fluff? Identity shenanigans with a smidge of angst? Throw them in other dimension and go from there? Make their friends team of matchmaker pulling all of the romance/fic tropes to just make them confess already? Add shipping to the fic I'm already writing? Which one? I need to write something

Thanks for the tag @alpacaparkaseok

Story: "Crown"

OT7!Bts x reader

Supernatural au

Pulling back to look at his face, he half opens his eyes. Still golden but the whites of his eyes have turned black like yours.

“Mine.”

He smiles up at you pulling you into another kiss, filled with more tears.

I know it's more than 1 line but I couldn't help myself...

This story is taking me faaar out of my comfort zone already haha

Tagging: @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue and @girlinthemikrokosmos

last line of your wip ✍🏻

Rules: Type the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line

Tagged by @taemaknae (TY Nicole!! The title of ur WIP is too cute plsss ily) 

Story I’m working on: Fight for You (ugh cliche right huhu I always sucked at making titles)

➡️ bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader

Last line: “I’ll just be here in the pool, Jeon,” you wink at him then close the door. 

Tagging these lovely writers: @kainks, @secretmischief, @dinamitae, @holdinbacksecrets, @nochueso, @lcksndkys, @sahmfanficbts, @parkdatjimin, @illneverrecover, @guklore, @livefree-and-diestrong, @solarwonux, @alpacaparkaseok, @valorkook, @onlyswan, @jiminrings

Why do fic writers write the best fics when they should be studying 

Flufftober 2020, coming soon. Text prompt list behind the cut.

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to all the fic writers out there- whether you get 5 notes or 500 notes, 1 kudo or 1k kudos, no comments or 20 comments- please know how appreciated and amazing you are! fandoms are forever grateful for the continued stories and adventures, and none of that would be possible without you. thank you fic writers, we love you!

“okay I will try to finish this fic I’ve been working on and see if I can post it today!” says the girlie as she continues scrolling aimlessly through tumblr