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prompt a day May - day 9, puzzle(d)

a continuous story! earlier parts here

It feels different; magic cast through Potter’s voice and Draco’s hand. Balmy. Somehow smoother. A sun-warmed pebble of a spell.

Draco holds his wand aloft, sending out the Lumos to upset the dark, but it only reveals a greater puzzle.

Grimmauld’s empty hallway, fashioned out of smoke, stretching into eternity.

Drarry May Dailies | Day Eight: Crystal

The early dawn light refracts through Draco’s tiny crystal Merlin and falls in broadening rays across his pile of quilts. It’s one of the things he’d liked best about Dorthea House when he toured. The light had been on full display that day: the acid yellow and red and cyan of his precious rose window, the tall windows of his study, flung open, curtains fluttering breezily. 

Walking the house was almost sensual, like the feel of a still-cool day in early summer, or a steaming bath, hot against aching muscles. When Draco looks back now, he can see it for what it was: a seduction. 

It wanted him here, wants something from him still. There’s a bleary-hazy feeling in his head when he thinks this, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold on the thought—if only he could write it down. 

He reaches, flailing, for the notepad on his nightstand and knocks it to the floor. Something clatters to the floor alongside the notepad and Draco’s favorite clicky Muggle pen: atrociously smudged, silver-framed glasses. 

“Harry.” 

“Morning.” A voice from the other side of the bed, and a hand, resting steady between his shoulder blades. 

Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven

When I was seven I spilled glitter all over my bedroom floor. It was a glorious, sparkling chaos, and even as I got yelled at, I thought how beautiful it was, golden glimmers winking at me in the sun.

Despite multiple attempts to clean it up, every now and then I’d still catch a glint, now and again, in between the cracks in the floorboard, the bottom of a drawer or caught in the tread of my slippers. I am three decades older and have moved house six times since then, and the other day I opened a box containing bits and pieces from my childhood (old toys, diaries) and a small shower of glitter fell once more to the floor.

All these years later, and my beautiful mistake is still ingrained into my universe, impossible to extricate or forget.

Remember me, the glitter says, bright and bold and irrepressible. Remember how happy I made you for one brief moment before you spent your life trying to get rid of me.

microfic may day 8: crystal

microfic may day 9: puzzle

drarry. 220 words.

Rainbow scattered light dappled over Draco's skin. He was asleep, chest moving down and up in the crystal refracted morning sun.

It was early, too early to be awake after the night he'd had yesterday. And Harry was yet to put the puzzle pieces together and figure out exactly why Draco Malfoy was in his bed.

He wasn't complaining. The guy was oddly soft when he wasn't using his mouth-

Oh, fuck.

Harry wiggled his hips. Flexed his thighs. Stretched his back.

Zero soreness.

He bent forward, scrutinising the milky skin along Draco's neck and shoulders and clavicle. Harry knew he was a biter and a bruiser, but Draco was spectacularly unblemished.

He shifted under the blanket and Harry paused, not moving an inch.

A dream heavy, bed warmed arm slung over his waist, pushing Harry back down into the pillows.

Harry blinked at the fuzzy ceiling.

A voice murmured into his ear, "Go back to bed Potter, I'd never ravish you drunk."

He turned to face Draco, forehead to forehead. "Wait, so we didn't-"

"I swear on Merlin Potter, let me sleep for another hour and maybe then I'll do to you exactly what you asked for last night."

And well, Harry might've flushed a bright red but he did in fact curl in closer and let Draco rest.

VIII. Crystal

<- previous

Turned out having breakfast with Harry Potter also meant having dinner with him.

The bastard eased Draco into it. “I’m making curry tonight, you want some?”

Spiraling out of his control, Draco went from rarely seeing Potter to twice a day. Potter’s cooking being just as good at night as it was in the morning was the only upside. 

The rising daylight was accompanied by, what Draco regrets to acknowledge, was amiable silence as they prepared for the arduous days ahead of them. The nighttime was accompanied by actual conversations. It start menially: a bunch of “how was your day?”s and “who do you think will win Quidditch?”. Then Potter would bring up a memory from their eight year and Draco would start gossiping about their old classmates.

On it went, from polite chatter to affable talk then friendly banter—or from an outside perspective: verbal war. 

“You almost murdered me once,” followed by: “Like you wouldn’t’ve.”

“You were a prick in school,” proceeded by: “You weren’t?”

One night they finished eating and Potter asked, “You want a drink?”

Draco, exhausted and always susceptible to alcoholic bribes, said yes.

Potter took out firewhisky from the liquor cabinet and poured it into two matching crystal cups.

Their conversations reached their inevitable climax: quasi-flirtation. Perhaps it was the heat from the liquor—the heat radiating off of Potter—but the air felt tight-knit with tension. It might have been Draco’s imagination warping the way Potter smirked around his glass. The light from the room refracted off the crystal somehow made his green eyes shine even brighter.

“Draco,” his name coming out of Potter’s lips sounded indecent, like intruding on a tender moment. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

Draco pretended he said it with sober fondness and not drunken impulse. He allowed himself this one thing.

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prompt list previous days

Mid-Story Lines Game

thank you for @jupitersbetrayal (her post) and @mourningliliesmorningglories (her post) for tagging me! I always feel like a hermit coming out of its shell whenever I get tagged lol

rules: drop a mid-story line from 10 of your fics/wips and tag 10 people

You're My Magical Spell | bakudeku, 12k

So who else could it be? Nobody ever visits me in the hospital wing.

I Will Put You Back Together | ankoha, 1k

She fell to the floor, still tightly squeezing her arm and sobbing. “This won’t bring me back.”

I'm Not Paid Enough to Care | xiaoven, 7k

Xiao asked a question that had plagued his mind the entire evening, “Are you staying in Liyue for long?”

The Enchanted Bicycle | xiaoven, 253

“Ta-da!” he exclaimed showcasing the band-aid as if it was a precious treasure. Xiao was, and always is, unamused by his friend’s shenanigans.

Now onto the WIP cove... These are all drarry lol

Five Apologies and Once Sincerest

He says again for emphasis, maybe it’ll finally cement in her brain how odd this all is. He knows she’s used to odd things as an Unspeakable but this has to be at least a slice of the cake. 

Capacity to Give Him All He Needs

You see, I was not completely honest in my last letter. The reason my husband and I no longer get along is because I suspect he is cheating on me.

Everything is romantic

Harry doesn’t have a moment to think. He’s over the counter in a heartbeat and his fist’s in Malfoy’s face.

I am tagging @smehur because you always tag me in these and I really appreciate it <3 Also to any other hermits who may see this and want to participate.

mid-story lines

thanks for tagging me @garagepaperback <3 @faiell <3 and @astralrainn <3

rules: pluck a juicy morsel from somewhere in the middle of up to 10 of your fics (I've taken garage's invitation to pad things out with material from the WIP mines, and you should too) and tag up to 10 people accordingly

rational economic actors

Trapped like a fish caught euphoric on its hook.

the bower

There must be an overflowing abundance of pleasure, a cornucopia of sensuous flavours and savoury sexual favours. A hearty ravishing, a Bacchanalian rhapsody in blond. Harry’s performance must have perfect pitch from overture and hors d'oeuvres to satiated ovation.

gimme friction

“Do you guys know any, y’know—spells?”

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and a bonus from the un-published stuff:

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Harry said, dropping Malfoy’s hand as if he’d been caught pinching his coin purse.

“Freak.”

Surely this wasn’t romance.

the long game

It was reckless, almost, to go around in such a state of sexual frustration.

🚧 📂 WIP zone 📂🚧 (ooh, ahh, mysterious)

orgy for two

"The Auror orgy isn’t real, Draco."

untitled sex magic story

Was it awkward, having Draco Malfoy’s penis in his mouth? Was it erotic? All he could officially say was it certainly was happening.

untitled role play thing

He’d signed up for a bit of cheeky role play, sure, but he wasn’t prepared to keep track of side characters.

untitled sad auror academy story

He knew most people didn’t need to come close to losing their lives in order to feel them.

without having at all kept track of who's already done this (although consider - there are always more lines) I'll tag @fluffyunderneath @its-the-allure @the-forbidden-forest @toomuchplor @tackytigerfic @jupitersbetrayal and whoever else sees this and wants to join in :)

VII. Yawn

<- previous day

After the first accidental encounter with Potter in the kitchen, they kept running into each other. At first Draco thought nothing of it. He got in, made his tea while Potter’s loud machine worked, got his breakfast, and got out.

One day, Potter said, “I made extra, want some?” And Draco stayed around while they ate in silence.

The next day it repeated and before he knew it, they started eating breakfast together.

Draco would go in while the growling machine spat out coffee and the frying pants sizzled. He made tea while Potter loaded their plates. They atd together almost like in school but now at the same table. Across from him, Potter’s hair was still a mess but he wore his sleeping clothes; still bare feet and eyes red from sleep.

Throughout the meal he’d yawn and zone out. But everyday he was in the kitchen and everyday Draco showed up.

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prompt list previous days

A few skateboards on the drarry <3

if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost

take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle

fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism

now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning

microfic may day 7: yawn

drarry. 258 words.

Whoever drew up this seating plan was fucking crazy. Twelve tables, over 120 guests, and of course, of course Harry Potter was seated right next to Draco Malfoy.

Harry thought it was a big joke. He stood in front of board, waiting for the loops of the cursive to morph into another name entirely. Until he heard a throat clearing cough behind him.

The devil himself.

And god, he looked fucking delectable. Tailored suit, huge ass, golden hair - he was straight out of a wet dream and it made Harry mad. Irrationally.

Draco smiled. Coy and calm. Wrapped a hand around Harry's bicep and squeezed a little too hard to be polite.

"A pleasure, Potter," his grin turned razor sharp. "I'll catch you at our table."

Harry could only smile back with a gentle nod. He wanted to fuck Draco so bad, he knew anything he could say would make him sound stupid.

The hand slipped slightly lower, lingering just below his elbow, before slipping to the small of his back.

Harry yelped. No, he was not proud of it.

Draco leaned in, lips barely brushing the shell of Harry's ear. So close that Harry could smell his cologne, feel the condensing of his breath on his skin. "And don't make me yawn, Potter. It's uncouth to look uninterested at a gala."

The hand slipped lower yet again, nails digging into the soft flesh of the curve of Harry's behind.

Then Draco slipped away as if they'd just been discussing the weather.

Fuck.

Harry was so, so fucked.

prompt a day May - day 7, yawn

a continuous story! earlier parts here

They Apparate directly there. Side-Along.

Draco releases Potter's arm. He's crumpled the sleeve of Potter's shirt.

Grimmauld creaks into view, but it's little more than a brick facade.

The windows and door are gone. In their place, yawning voids, dark as night.

They climb the steps. An inky breeze beckons.

VI. Floral

<- previous day

Draco was not distracted, and certainly not whilst brewing his potions. Draco wasn’t many things but if there was one, it would be his dedication. But that day his mind was lingering. On a soaked shirt sleeve and lips on a ceramic mug. On green eyes swirling inside verdant liquid.

So instead of adding a teaspoon of bog moss, he ended up using a tablespoon. He had to scrap the whole thing but the potion was easy enough to make if one was paying attention. It was a simple error to fix without much trouble. Except for the smell.

Draco, in the immediate range of the cauldron, was hit with a facefull of green fog. Eyes watering as he coughed deliriously, he didn’t notice Potter had walked into his temporary potion’s lab. 

There was a strained inhale of air before he spoke a bit muffled, “What happened?”

Draco looked up from where he was dying on the floor. 

“Nothing to worry, just a little mistake.” 

Potter raised an eyebrow but, smartly, chose not to comment. Then he waved his wand and the thick fog vanished from the enclosed space. However, the stink still lingered. As if it had absorbed onto every surface, Draco could feel it seeped into his skin. He urgently wanted to go upstairs and shower, to scrub at his skin until it peeled off and took the horrible stench with it. Then Potter waved his wand again and the air in the room shifted. 

The atrocious smell was gone. In its place was now a curiously floral tone. It took a moment for Draco to place the smell: honey and citrus. Potter’s refreshening spell smelled like honeysuckle.

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prompt list previous days

hang

There’s a moment that feels, every time, like suspension. When I can smell the wind off his skin and feel the heat of his gaze but I can’t taste the press of his lips. Not yet.

And every time, I hang there, strung up in the wires that run between my flighty eagerness and his silver restraint, until he sees whatever it is that he needs to see.

And then—he kisses me, and I land safely, swiftly. Every time. 

microfic may day 4: pathetic

microfic may day 5: hang

drarry. 302 words. forgive me in advance.

“God Potter, to the left.”

“There?”

“No, uhh, a little more?”

Harry was sweaty. Draco was sweaty. Both of them had patience that was running thin. The sun was setting rapidly and the living room was still littered with half empty boxes.

Draco swore he’d only bring necessities. Apparently that meant everything he owned was necessary.

Harry had no illusion that this would be a painless crusade. Draco was a stubborn, stubborn man. He liked things his way, he liked his tea steeped his way, he liked to go to bed at 9:45pm because it suited his circadian rhythms.

“Do you know your left and rights or is this just an attempt at sabotage?”

Harry shifted the frame just slightly. “There. Straight.”

“No, it isn’t.” Draco was being petulant and Harry was trying not to let it irritate him.

“Yes it is, Draco. Please.”

The stair creaked like Draco was crouching to perch on the edge of a step. “Maybe it was pathetic to think this could work.”

Harry’s neck swung like a whip crack. Throwing in the towel already? Over deciding how to hang a picture frame? Well, he supposed, it’s clearly over more than just that. But Draco was here! Here, in Harry’s space, in their space, so surely half the battle was won?

Draco’s head was sunken between his knees and Harry gently clambered down from the step stool he’d been using.

It was strange, to know someone so well just to have it all thrown into disarray by a closer proximity.

Had it been any other scenario maybe Harry would’ve known what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t have touched Draco with such hesitation and comforted him with a stutter.

“It’s not pathetic to want this to work.”

And all Draco could give back was a watery, tight smile.

V. Hang

<- previous day

He’d used the floo at the Leaky to get to Diagon Alley. Only to find out the ingredient he needed was out of stock. Deciding it was a nice day out, he stupidly chose to walk around muggle London. 

It wasn’t a completely terrible idea at first. After many exploration trips, the loud car noises had stopped alarming him and muggle pedestrians weren’t very unlike the wizard ones. At least the muggles didn’t cast hexes and jinxes at him while he passed. 

It was one drop and then water was pelting from the sky. The few muggles that were still in the streets fled indoors or pulled out their umbrellas and with no better choice, Draco hurriedly hid under the overhang of a random building. 

It was there that Potter found him, some unknown time later. He had an umbrella in one hand and a stupid grin on his face.

“Got caught in the rain?”

“How did you even find me?” Draco asked.

“Do you want to go home or not?” Draco had already become impatient with the storm and Potter’s attitude. Saying nothing, he walked away towards the nearest secluded area. 

Potter hurried behind him and Draco’s hair only had a brief moment to soak before Potter stepped up next to him and blocked the rain. 

They walked side by side, Potter having to hold the umbrella at a weird angle to cover both of them. Draco as the taller one did nothing to help as Potter’s sleeve, out of reach from the umbrella’s protection, got drenched. Once they reached a deserted alleyway, Potter reached with the same arm that had been exposed to the water.

The next moment, he apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.

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prompt list previous days

Welcome to the second instalment of G to E, a series where I share themed drarry fic recs. Each list has four entries, to cover the four main content ratings used on AO3.

Today’s list theme is epistolary!

💌 Matters of the heart by nerakrose (G, 5k)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Married drarry! Draco and Harry’s lives feel so lived-in in this fic; there’s career busyness and yearning for closeness and above all else, affection. Deeply romantic, I particularly love that their letters also reference the letters of historical couples (magic & muggle, both), positioning letter writing as a longstanding queer tradition!

💌 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Dear Mr Potter, The answer is, and will remain, a no. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

I deeply relate to this author Harry, who’s trying to avoid working on his new novel. Arguing with Draco, of course, is the ideal distraction! This fic is delightful, and the epistolary format hints at the state of the wider magical world in a super clever way; through scribbles on napkins, fruitless job applications, and fun with anagrams.

💌 AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish (M, 4k)

Alrakis • I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "it’s even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA? prongymcprongface • i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.

What would happen if Draco and Harry got internet access? They’d alienate everyone on Reddit apart from each other, of course! This is such a funny, brighten-your-day fic, told entirely through Reddit posts and text messages. It shows that Harry and Draco are weird about each other in the same way, and always have been. No one matches your freak like a nemesis!

💌 Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Wolf’s epic non-magical AU has so much to offer (queer community in the 1980s! The trials of new adulthood! Background wolfstar!) and the epistolary element is no exception. The letters in this fic are used really skilfully to explore identity and expectations, and Draco and Harry’s personalities are perfectly reflected in the way that they write. The slow build of intimacy and trust is gorgeous!

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Microfic May: Day Five

Hang - Dronarry (157 words)

Ron’s shoes are kicked off inside the door, scarlet robes thrown at the wall in a hope that they’ll miraculously hang themselves.

From upstairs, the cadence of the shower changes as someone moves beneath it.

No. Not someone.

Some… two.

His shirt is next, lost halfway up the stairs as he trips himself closer, whilst his trousers end up draped on the bannister. He’s just in his pants when he pushes the bathroom door open, half-hard and thanking the Gods for an early finish.

They don’t notice him at first, too wrapped up in each other. Harry is gasping, breathy and loud over the top of the water fall. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, fingers tightening in the shock of silver-bright hair. He’s close, Ron can tell.

Draco’s on his knees, looking as utterly perfect as usual even with his mouth full. Especially with his mouth full.

Harry’s eyes snap open. “Ron.”

Ron steps straight in.

“Authors should not be ALLOWED to write about–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“This book should be taken off of shelves for featuring–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Schools shouldn’t teach this book in class because–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Nobody actually likes or wants to read classics because they’re–” you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot

“I only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and features–” you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.

Winter, spring, summer and fall, four seasons, four loves

(i did this art for the zukka week of a couple of years ago but zukka still real and true 🤟🔥)

Lindas

Microfic May: “Pathetic”

Day 4 of the unofficial Microfic May by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean Thank you to @the-forbidden-forest for the alpha read!

“You’re pathetic,” Draco says. But there’s no bite to it. It’s not like how he’d said it in school, when he’d made a sport of riling Harry up, of looking down on him and his friends. Not like in Auror training—paired together as equal-opportunity punishment by a boss who disliked them both—when they’d taken the one upmanship to a new level, but somehow Draco always seemed to best him, spurring Harry to keep aiming higher. It’s not even tenderly mocking, like on their wedding day, tears streaming down Harry’s face after Draco had slipped the band onto his finger. “Pathetic,” Draco repeats, barely a whisper, as he hooks his chin over Harry’s shoulder to gaze down at the sleeping bundle in Harry’s arms. “How long have you been sitting here?” “Since he fell asleep. I just can’t put him down,” Harry admits, running the pad of his finger under the fold of blanket to reveal the face of their newborn son, nestled inside. Draco sighs into the curve of his neck.“I love you.” “That," Harry says softly, not a bit of bite to it, "is because you’re just as pathetic for me as I am for you."

Read day 3 | Read them all on AO3

IV. Pathetic

<- previous day

Draco laid in bed. He stared meaninglessly towards the ceiling, brooding the whole pathetic situation he’d found himself in. If he let himself think too hard, all his life would start to look it too. So he didn’t. 

He thought of that morning and of Potter’s lips on the ceramic mug. Of last year and Potter’s lips around a spoonful of food in the Great Hall. Of Potter’s messy hair, from the early morning and the late nights at the Quidditch pitch. Of Potter’s bare feet on the kitchen floor and the showers of the eight years’ dorms. He thought of it all and bottled it up like his potions. He stored them on a dusty shelf in his heart, to be soon forgotten.

He closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was his green blanket. That night he dreamt of Potter’s green eyes and in the morning he’ll remember his pathetic besotted heart.

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prompt list previous days

day 4: pathetic

drarry microfic, 333 words

The weight of the curse is heaviest in moments when Draco catches Harry looking; his gaze a loaded, lonely thing across the High Table.

It should remind Draco of a time when they, too, were only children in this very same room—but years have softened the edges of Harry's glare, turned the devoted heat of his hatred into another, a sweeter form of passion altogether.

It's just Draco's luck that Harry is too scared to word what Draco can't—no Malfoy of his proclivity has been able to properly court, or even voice whom they desire. Not until they've produced an heir.

Threads of fate and duty woven together, always, always for the likes of him, cruel where they mark bleeding lines around his heart, as if he doesn't have enough.

Still, Draco's eyes must not lie. Nor does the returned fondness of his touch when their fingertips brush and linger over a cup of sugar. But Harry's gaze just keeps shifting between his porridge and Draco, one corner of his smile sad, and Draco wonders how he doesn't notice when he's studied his every move for years.

It's pathetic—really.

Luckily, there are things even Draco's ancestors hadn't thought of.

Because it's been years since Draco has known; it's this, him, and if Harry hadn't approached him for help, taken that potion, Draco would have rather chosen to die with the curse, with lonely nights and an empty house, for all he cared—if it wasn't with him.

The curse made it so that he couldn't have any of it—but when Harry rises from the table with his hand on his swollen stomach like he does each morning now, a tiny sprout of hope springs inside Draco, too, as if he were the one carrying their child. That in three more months—he might just get it all.

Threads are easy to weave into new shapes, after all, once something as simple as a sprinkle of chance joins your side.

ed zitron, a tech beat reporter, wrote an article about a recent paper that came out from goldman-sachs calling AI, in nicer terms, a grift. it is a really interesting article; hearing criticism from people who are not ignorant of the tech and have no reason to mince words is refreshing. it also brings up points and asks the right questions:

if AI is going to be a trillion dollar investment, what trillion dollar problem is it solving?

what does it mean when people say that AI will "get better"? what does that look like and how would it even be achieved? the article makes a point to debunk talking points about how all tech is misunderstood at first by pointing out that the tech it gets compared to the most, the internet and smartphones, were both created over the course of decades with roadmaps and clear goals. AI does not have this.

the american power grid straight up cannot handle the load required to run AI because it has not been meaningfully developed in decades. how are they going to overcome this hurdle (they aren't)?

people who are losing their jobs to this tech aren't being "replaced". they're just getting a taste of how little their managers care about their craft and how little they think of their consumer base. ai is not capable of replacing humans and there's no indication they ever will because...

all of these models use the same training data so now they're all giving the same wrong answers in the same voice. without massive and i mean EXPONENTIALLY MASSIVE troves of data to work with, they are pretty much as a standstill for any innovation they're imagining in their heads

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catch a falling star

Prompt: "Stardust", 2007 Written by: flintandfuss Narrated by: Anonymous Length: 3:12:08 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Blood and Injury

Summary: A star falls. A hidden evil stirs. And beyond the wards of The Wall, three friends embark on a quest in a twice-magic land. Their mission? Retrieve the fallen star and win a date with the lovely Cho Chang.

But nothing across the Wall is what it seems. And for Harry Potter, finding the star is only the beginning.

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Harry was off his broom in an instant, lost in a fantasy of bestowing Cho with a glittering rock the size of his fist. Its beauty would pale beside Cho’s soft smile.

“I knew it would be you, Harry,” she’d whisper, her hair falling in a gentle curtain as she leaned in to—

“Were you trying to kill me with that glorified tree branch, or are you as blind as those hideous glasses suggest?”

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covert operatives to boring dads (back in action)

Prompt: "Back in Action", 2025, Seth Gordon Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: CW: Kidnapping

Summary: Harry and Draco are parents to an adopted Muggleborn Meera and Teddy. They live a quiet life, until the past comes knocking.

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Hurry Pottah

Prompt: The Harry Potter series, 2001 to 2011 Prompted by: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Movie adaptation for the Wizarding best-seller "Hurry Pottah", coming this summer. Check the closest theatres.

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1 May 2025 | LCDrarry Double Feature: Fic

Twenty’s Plenty

Prompt: "What's Your Number?", 2011, Mark Mylod Prompted by: veradubhghoill (ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 21,811 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; Infidelity but not between Harry and Draco

Summary: After a string of failed relationships and a Witch Weekly article that proclaims anyone who has dated over twenty people is more likely to end up alone, Draco decides enough is enough. There must’ve been someone in his past who he missed a connection with, so there’s only one thing for it. Hunt down all of his exes and find The One. What he didn't account for was Harry Potter coming along for the ride.

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Life As We Know It

Prompt: "Life as We Know It", 2010, Greg Berlanti Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 25,803 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Minor character death, death from terminal illness

Summary: When Andromeda suddenly passed away, leaving Teddy in the care of both Harry and Draco, neither of them knew how they’d manage to live together without killing each other, let along survive as parenthood was thrust upon them. Raising a ten-year-old boy would be hard at the best of times, but raising one who had just lost the only parental figure he’d ever known was another thing entirely. Would it be possible for Harry and Draco to put aside their (very many) differences in order to provide a stable family for Teddy? And what would they learn about each other – and themselves – along the way?

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