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I may or may not (plausible deniability) have written six pieces of MyChem fic, ranging in temperature from mild to spicy. If this intrigues you, comment with your email for the URL that may or may not exist.

Today shall go down in infamy as the day when

For posterity's sake, I've put up a list of past and present RPs at http://ms-semicolon.7-d.org/rp/ - just in case anyone's interested. This includes links to the current RP we've got going.

I'm hoping that we'll be able to do future RPs on Scribblit.com, as I grow weary of LJ's antics.

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Does anyone know what's up with Scribblit? I haven't been able to get through in the last two days...

Despite the fact that our current roleplay is still in progress, my imagination was recently rudely interrupted by yet another version of Draco, who's insisted on making his presence known. So in a heretofore-unprecedented move, we're going to try to do two different storylines at once: our current characters, at a_draconis and harry_bokeh, and these new boys as well. We'll see how well it works.

And who are these new characters, you might wonder? Well...



He left England after the War, to start a new life. He's crisscrossed the U.S., living in a half-dozen cities and visiting a double-dozen more, settling finally in a cozy neighborhood in northern Seattle. He's had girlfriends and boyfriends along the way, including one relationship whose memory haunts him still. He's come to love the great outdoors; he'll take any excuse to throw the camping gear into his Jeep and take off for the deep woods with his German Shepherd-mix, Lady. In spring through fall, he plays softball in an amateur league, on a team called the Sabertooth Crotch Crickets. He's also a devotee of local indie rock, and enjoys the music of bands you've never heard of. He's acquired a nickname, over the years - people call him Dark. You can find his journal here:

http://actaeonsdog.livejournal.com/



After a less than amicable break-up with Ginny, Harry left England for the states and eventually ended up in San Francisco where he had his first fling since breaking up with Ginny and had a one-night-stand with a red-headed, blue-eyed man. After waking up feeling awkward, yet satisfied, Harry went to Golden Gate Park, sat on a blanket, and thought long and hard. He came to the conclusion that he no longer cared much for San Francisco and that he obviously liked men as well as women. Harry decided to move again and found himself in Seattle. He fell instantly in love with the city and felt at home right away. One day, in a fit of boredom, he walked into his local Starbucks and got a job working as a barista. He found himself enjoying the work and the basic knowledge of coffee he was getting, but had a growing disdain for the company. He quit and found a job at an independent chain where he learned about as much as there is to know about coffee. Eventually, the owner of the company sold out to Starbucks, leaving Harry jobless and bored again. One day during a walk Harry passed a newly renovated building with a "For Lease" sign on the front. He called the number and within a few months, he opened "Harry's Rainy Day Coffee & Cafe." He's had a couple of girlfriends and more than a couple boyfriends, but after a rather strained relationship that ended in a bad break-up, Harry has been single ever since, focusing on making his cafe the best damn place for coffee and sandwiches in all of Seattle. His journal can be found here:

http://rainy-day-cafe.livejournal.com/



Come and have a look at our new boys, read the journals - the Draco journal in particular already has several longish entries that give a fair glimpse into his past and his personality - and friend them, if you wish to participate by commenting or simply follow along!

Will you all - everyone, everywhere - do me a small, small favor?

Go to this page:

http://7thstpub.com/ip.php

It will tell you where it thinks you're currently located, based on your IP address.

Then come back to this URL:

http://draco.scribblit.com/16593.html?mode=reply

and tell me whether it's right, wrong, or close, or whether it failed to find you altogether.

I'm testing some code, but all I can tell from testing it myself is that it's reasonably accurate for me. Only by getting input from other people will I know whether the database of IP locations is reliable enough for me to continue working with.

Thanks in advance for your help!

http://www.livejournal.com/abuse/policy.bml#minors_journals

So now it's my responsibility to make sure I don't have anyone friended who's a minor? Fuck that. Livejournal can bite my shiny metal ass.

Do note that I'm mirroring all content at insanejournal. If my LJ goes bye-bye, you'll know where to find me.

Someone on my f'list is going to Tybee Island for some pirate weekend thing. That's neither here nor there, but somehow the mere fact of it inspired this.

( Inexorable )

His mother used to paint. Watercolors: and he would watch her at work, delicate daubs of pale color forming petals on a flower, the blush on an apple, a wash of blue across a windswept sky. Her paintings were never hung anywhere visible, but lined the walls of the airy room she'd used as a studio, stacked in corners, and it is only now, years later, that he's thought to revisit them at all. Over her protests - for when are the artistic dabblings of a proper pureblood wife considered anything but the mildest affectation, a way of passing time to be spoken of only lightly and then forgotten? But Draco remembers now, he remembers those days of childhood, of watching her form pictures from the small tubs and tubes of pigment; and in the uncertainty of a too-abrupt adulthood, he finds himself reaching for any trace of comfort that might be found in the memories of his youth.

He gazes around at the walls, hung heavy with canvases, as reverently as if the room were a sacred chapel; he flips through the stacks of canvases, perusing each one carefully, pausing to pull aside any which catch at his heart and tug at him there. A bird, portrayed in a flutter and flurry of quick, abstract strokes - lilies-of-the-valley, newly-risen from a patch of snowclad earth - a young girl-woman of uncertain provenance, perhaps Narcissa herself, mid-whirl on a dance floor, a graceful swirl of dress robes and loose blonde hair. And then, there, toward the back, unexpected treasure: a quick study of a lean-bodied man holding a blanket-swathed infant, gazing at the child in his arms with an expression that manages, even in its few swiftly-painted lines, to be inscrutable and awestruck at once.

Draco holds this portrait before himself and studies it, humbled by the display of skill in portraying so acutely this scene he'd never known or even imagined; and he wonders if he looked this way, when first he held his own infant son in his arms.

In the end, he takes them all along with him to the fine new home in Essex - the bird, the lilies-of-the-valley, the dancer, the portrayal of his father and himself, and others; more, in the end, than he can carry - spurning the ancestral portraits which would be more proper to display, the stern visages of Malfoys and Blacks which had glowered down upon Draco in his own youth. He is a Malfoy, and a Black, and an adult, and an heir; but in the end, Draco decides, he will gaze by choice upon his mother's artistry, and know for just awhile longer that remnant of his youth, so that his Scorpius may also grow up bathed in that delicate wash of color, of movement captured, swiftly and silently as a memory of a dream.

I have officially mirrored my fic at InsaneJournal. I'm ms_semicolon over there (and ms_semicologne for my personal ramblings).

Feel free to friend me, ping me here or there if you want me to friend you back.

STORY NOTES AND WARNINGS: This is a lightly-R rated story of H/D, which I started writing back in 2005. May contain background SB/RL, R/Hr, Led Zeppelin references, and I reserve the right to use the Dreaded Nickname "Remy". Having been originally conceived after book four, this universe disregards books five and six utterly. Any similarities are either (to me) logical or purely coincidental. Unedited, un-beta'd, and quite possibly unfit for human consumption. Read at your own risk; all feedback welcome.

Past chapters of this story can be found here:
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15644

Ten Years Gone (5/?)
by ms_semicolon

( Harry awoke the next day to patters of rain against his window... )

STORY NOTES AND WARNINGS: This is a lightly-R rated story of H/D, which I started writing back in 2005. May contain background SB/RL, R/Hr, Led Zeppelin references, and I reserve the right to use the Dreaded Nickname "Remy". Having been originally conceived after book four, this universe disregards books five and six utterly. Any similarities are either (to me) logical or purely coincidental. Unedited, un-beta'd, and quite possibly unfit for human consumption. Read at your own risk; all feedback welcome.

Past chapters of this story can be found here:
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15644

Ten Years Gone
by ms_semicolon

( On the wings of maybe, downing birds of prey... )

For those of you who may have recently decided to friend me and follow my writings - first of all, THANK YOU, because d00d, that's the coolest thing in the world! - but you also might want to take note of the fact that I've brought my Skyehawke account up-to-date with all of my past Harry Potter writings:

http://archive.skyehawke.com/authors.php?no=2012

Maybe you'll find something of interest to you there. :)

Give me the name of ONE Harry Potter character - any character at all - and ONE other word - any word at all - and I will write a short fic, ideally a 100-word drabble, to match. (WARNING: Drabbles are likely to be Deathly Hallows-compliant: spoilers ahoy.)

ETA: This challenge is now CLOSED - thanks for all who helped!

Here's a shout-out to those who would rather pretend that the dreaded epilogue never happened at all.

Swollen Ankles - Harry/Draco, One-shot, COMPLETE
Rated PG - warnings: DH Spoilers, MPREG

( Harry hates being pregnant... )

If you've enjoyed this fic, it's just barely possible that you might like reading this RP-ish sort of thing I've been writing at journal a_draconis (AU-Draco, run by me) and harry_bokeh (AU-Harry, run by my partner in crime). There's also a meta community for discussion, wamas_meta... have a look if you're so inclined; if you think you might enjoy following the story, feel free to friend the journal/s.


Anyway... we're at the end of the line, folks. Here's the last part; and thanks for reading.


Harry Potter and the Origami Soul
Part 8 and last

H/D, rated R

WARNING: Picks up after Deathly Hallows leaves off, THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

( Read Part 8 (Last Part) Here )

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The entirety of this story can be found at Skyehawke, here.

Harry Potter and the Origami Soul
Part 7

H/D, rated R (this section)

WARNING: Picks up after Deathly Hallows leaves off, THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

( Read Part 7 Here )

FIRST, a note to those who've been following this story:

I am not the sort who responds to every journal comment, in fact I rarely respond at all. It strikes me that this is a really terrible habit of mine, seeing as feedback - especially the type of glowing reviews I've received - is so incredibly precious to me. Every time my email chimes with yet another comment notification telling me that someone's given me love for what I've written, I warm a little more from the inside, and especially now - as I am unemployed and fighting off despair about the matter - your notes of appreciation for my writing are just massively important to me. Yet if I were to reply to every feedback note, my comments sections would grow huge - and it would take away from my time to write more fic. So please, accept my apologies for not issuing more personal replies... and know that I am so, so thankful for every bit of feedback I've received; I love it, I adore it, and I cannot thank you enough.

Now, on with the show.

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Harry Potter and the Origami Soul
Part 6

H/D, rated R (this section)

WARNING: Picks up after Deathly Hallows leaves off, THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

( Read Part 6 Here )

Harry Potter and the Origami Soul
Part 5

H/D, rated R (this section)

WARNING: Picks up after Deathly Hallows leaves off, THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

( Read Part 5 Here )

Harry Potter and the Origami Soul
Part 4

H/D, rated PG (this section)

WARNING: Picks up after Deathly Hallows leaves off, THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

( Read Part 4 Here )