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ac1d6urn · 5 months
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War Effort
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"Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany That's why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire It's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango" - Tom Lehrer, The Masochism Tango Inspired by that one meme pic of Superman and Batman.
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ac1d6urn · 6 months
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<3
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See the gorgeous painting that @ac1d6urn sent me! 😍 My poor photography skills do not do it justice. Thanks so much!
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ac1d6urn · 8 months
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So, I recorded a thing. OK, not me specifically, thank you to all involved, namely Snapecentric! The last fandom thing I remember recording would have been 15 years ago with me sounding like a completely different person. So, thank you, Snapecentric, for making this wonderful! P.S. Where else would I get to brag about reading the intro to a rather dirty -- and sweet -- romance story on the internet for all to hear? BTW, if, by any chance, you do want to hear the intro to a rather dirty -- and sweet -- romance story I read on the internet for all to hear, all you have to do is fast forward until you hear a music soundtrack, then you’re likely in the right place. Not that any of us would do such a thing, I am sure! 
Great show with the amazing @ac1d6urn!
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ac1d6urn · 8 months
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Here’s to 2023, the year of finished WIPs!
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The Boggart
Fic by @sinick and @ac1d6urn, banner art by @ac1d6urn
Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dobby (Harry Potter), Hedwig (Harry Potter), Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Voldemort (Harry Potter) Tags: Patronus Form Changes (Harry Potter), Matching Patronus Forms (Harry Potter), Dementor Attacks (Harry Potter), Dementors (Harry Potter), Boggarts (Harry Potter), Succubi & Incubi, Azkaban, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Hedwig Lives (Harry Potter), Dobby Lives (Harry Potter), Voldemort Dies (Harry Potter), Living Together, Godric's Hollow (Harry Potter), POV Harry Potter, POV Severus Snape, Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape Lives, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Wizengamot (Harry Potter), Order of Merlin Awards (Harry Potter), Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Hogsmeade, The Burrow (Harry Potter), Bigger On The Inside, Seduction, Powerful Harry Potter, Gardens & Gardening, Fred Weasley Lives, Coming OutClosets Words: 30,282 Summary: Imprisoned and out of options, Severus encounters a friendly Boggart. Adrift after Voldemort's defeat, Harry allows his worst nightmare to become his guilty pleasure, that is until Severus asks for his help. Harry remembers the advancing Dementors and the Patronus cast on the night of Voldemort's final attack, but what really happened between them? And why does he keep suspecting that nothing will ever be the same?
Banner description: Amidst swirling shadows of deep blue, Harry confronts a darker incarnation of Severus Snape. Their faces are inches apart and their chests are bare. One of Severus' hands is extended to Harry's temple while the other hovers over Harry's elbow. A faint green glow emanates from where a concealed Dark Mark -- not visible from this angle -- might be. Severus Snape is a shadow shape in contrast to Harry, surrounded by orange glow. Harry's hands are raised to Severus' chest and neck, his touch shines with a bright yellow spell accompanied by faint magical motes swirling around the glow. Below them, set against the black background, the title "The Boggart" glows in vivid blue, followed by the authors' names: "by Acid & Sinick".
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ac1d6urn · 9 months
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Our creation is finally revealed!  Here’s a very quick sketch that didn’t make it into the final draft: Harry, choosing his next place to live. (No, it doesn’t have ‘Snapes in the Deep’, that’s just the banner font playing tricks on you.)
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Shapes in the Deep
Fic and art by @ac1d6urn, podfic by Cailynwrites. From a draft by Taxonomic!
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Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Dredge (Video Game) Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Rita Skeeter, Original Characters Tags: LighthousesSea Monsters,Fog, Small Towns, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Available, Lovecraftian Monster(s), Fish & Chips, Seaside, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Polyjuice Potion (Harry Potter), Angst and RomanceSeverus Snape is So Done, BeekeepingBars and Pubs, Sunsets, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Gay Character, POV Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Severus Snape Lives, Good Severus Snape, Books, Redemption, Scars, Banter, Career Change, True Love, Romance, No Tentacles Words: 20,068 Summary: In Greater Marrow, there are but a few simple rules to survive the night: porch lights stay on till dawn, quirky fish dishes are a standard fare, and the fog keeps everyone inside after sunset. Newcomer Harry learns this from the gruff bartender who tends to the lighthouse beacon. What lurks in the fog -- surely, not monsters? Would the press discover Harry's private hideaway? And why does his new acquaintance remind Harry of Severus Snape? Let's find out.
Banner description: Image description: behind the title 'shapes in the deep' in a curlicue tentacled font is a red and orange sunset over a green-tinted sea with a supernatural glow. The saturation and the contrast leave the viewer with a sense of unease. On the distant shore, a steady beam of light comes from a toy-like red and white striped lighthouse behind the letters. Dark, sharp tentacles curl from the bottom frame upwards. Over the sunlit waters are three names: Taxonomic, Cailynwrites, and Acid.
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ac1d6urn · 10 months
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The Wrong Kind of Prince
The portrait of Eileen Prince (not yet Snape.)
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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ac1d6urn · 1 year
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Thank you for tagging me, @perverse-idyll. I am mostly keeping to myself, trying to both edit and finish the final chapter of my 80K monster novel-length. (All the thanks to my beta-reader’s valiant efforts to wrangle it into submission right now! Thank you, truly! You know who you are.) But anyway, may your draft-writing be timely and poignant, and may your stories touch many hearts and find the right readers. That goes for all tagged above, by the way. My current favorite quotes (I can’t pick between the two) are the revised ending’s: "From past experiences," Severus' voice rumbled, deep and teasing, stirring up a guilty pleasure along the streak Harry didn't think he had in him, not as intense or as captivating as this. "Once you're in sight, caffeine is always an afterthought." and the revised beginning’s: The mouldable surface extended upwards and held a round mirror at his eye level, no bigger than a poor man's portrait. " Face yourself! " it mocked Severus, as if that could make any difference. What amalgamated personal demons, praytell, was he supposed to confront on command? The mudblood offspring of Eileen Prince or the punching bag of Tobias Snape? The professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or the murderer of Albus Dumbledore? A decorated war veteran or a lifelong outcast unworthy of his pardon? A spy for the Order of the Phoenix or Potter's reluctant protector? Argh, The Spell for the Lost and Lonely will be completed, one way or the other, I swear. Pictures-wise, my current stab at the cover art for it will probably change, but for what it’s worth, here it is right now, tentacles and all:
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A little challenge: pick out your favorite sentence that you’ve written recently. One sentence. No context. Tag some friends.
Shout-out to @lizzy0305, @danpuff-ao3, and @ripeteeth for tagging me! It’s high time I crawl out of my cave and socialize a bit.
All of my recent fanfic lines currently reside in Shitty First Drafts, and as such are not allowed out unprotected because my inner critic is just waiting to tear them apart. So here’s a line I wrote a while ago, embedded in a chapter I won’t reach for months. “It” is his heart, by the way, since without context that’s not immediately obvious.
For the rest of his life (and his life is very long) he will feel it beating somewhere else, beating in the shadow of Snape’s love for someone else, someone Al loves, too, whom he didn’t save, strange and far away, the coolness of Snape’s caress dimming any passion Al might have felt for others.
Tagging @ac1d6urn, @titconao3, @necromanticnoir, @liladiurne, @yletylyf - and anyone else with a line to share!
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ac1d6urn · 1 year
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A couple of my favorite close-ups from The Bravest Man, Chapter 6 (ao3, tumblr). The backgrounds and the faces are way too inconsistent, but hey, I do love the way these two panels fit in with one another.
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ac1d6urn · 1 year
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The Bravest Man Chapter 6: Home Transcript available on AO3. (I definitely suggest checking out the newspaper article there instead of squinting at it within the comic page if you’re interested in the villain backstory.) That’s it, we are at the end of this particular story, folks. Thank you for your patience with the long wait between the updates and for taking this journey alongside Severus and Harry.  All the best.  
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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How To Rite Gud [Fic]
aka fiction stages, a summary
A bit of introductions first: I am a writer in a now-obscure fandom (what can I say, I am boring and consistent). I have a perfectionist streak, therefore I take notes on how to be better and even try to follow them. I have been reading fan-fiction since the last century. I have even written a few since the beginning of this one. Let me summarise what I wish I’d known about writing back in the day. Namely: How To Rite Gud (Fanfic or not.)
To write well, first, we need to start somewhere and document the scene and the mood, no matter how brief or unpolished. (Because this is a fandom I know, I'm going to jump straight into an old school controversial tumblr ship as an example. Ready? Set? Go!) (Ohnoes!)
Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual and oddly arousing. The other man exhaled and realised that he wanted Harry as well.
All right, so. Now we have a starting point. We have conflict. And we have some semblance of character progression. But wait, we're not done (I've read a lot of drafts as 'done', trust me! But how do we go beyond that?)
First things first. At the first pass-through at our rough draft, we will need to choose one protagonist, the one that will learn from the scene the most. Once we do so, we will stick to that point of view. In this case, we are choosing Harry, so that means he cannot see what's on the other side of the door or what is going on in Snape's mind. He can try to guess it or wish for it instead.
Harry slammed the door angrily. Snape's snide remarks were annoying as usual, and oddly arousing. Behind the door he heard a sigh. Perhaps Snape felt the same? That couldn't possibly be true. 
All right then, all fixed! Easy enough. Onward.
The next step is to 'show not tell', in terms of emotion. The aim is to identify and remove every direct mention of how the protagonist is feeling (”angry”, “aroused”). We can show or hint at it instead, or we can project his feelings onto guessing how others feel, but Harry has to be the one doing the guessing or the admitting or the denying. In short, let's play a never-ending game of skirting around how the protagonist truly feels as described in one word, but show or hint at it instead with Harry's actions, urges, or dialogue. We'll leave the reader with the satisfaction of discovering the rest since that is one fun part of reading. Ready?
Harry slammed the door. He thought of kicking it for good measure. Snape's snide remarks were about as welcome as a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, but there was something else, an odd and guilty visceral thrill, unimportant and untimely. Behind the door, he heard a sigh. Snape? What were the odds of Snape understanding how Harry felt: wrestling with being a freak? Impossible! No one would understand.
Now then. Better?  A bit. We're still not done.
Afterwards, we're going to expand and put anything that can become dialogue, a sound, or direct thought in that format. (Begone, ‘guilty visceral thrill’!) Harry (in denial as an unreliable narrator) is quite a bit of fun to play around with. This is also a good stage to add detail: where are they during this scene? Let's say the dungeons. Snape's domain. Dramatic enough?
Bang!
Harry slammed the door so hard that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. That lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect! But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark. It's not like the arsehole was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, waiting to rile him up. 
Prick!
He leaned forward against the door and pressed his forehead against the polished oak. The boards felt cool.
Someone sighed, right on the other side of the door.
Wait, what was that? Not Snape, surely, can't be. What were the odds? 
What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. No one ever does.
All right, now we're onto something. But we're not done quite yet. Challenge accepted? (Y/Y? Of course!) What we're after now is parsing through the draft with a fine-tooth comb, leaving behind no script of the protagonist 'doing things'. This means: no movie script; it turns into a personal real-time diary instead. (The "I am/he was doing the dishes" becomes "the water is too hot; I have to get a new sponge soon"). We are after the direct stream of consciousness, which means precision and detail, no ambiguity. Dialogue works, direct quotes work, immediate thought, concrete detail in recollection of memories or in current setting, anything! Please be creative with 'accuracy' of dialogue or any turns of phrase if it’s true to the protagonist’s stream of thoughts. Grammar rules be damned. Misconceptions, misunderstandings, and lying to oneself or others, depending on the character, is a fact of life. This is the perfect time to inject that into the narrative.
"- of all the times to act like a child!"
"Wait a second, I am not the immature arsehole here!” You absolute twat!
"Oh? Isn't it past your bedtime, Professor Potter?"
Oh, so be it! I’ll bite. "Fine! So what if it is?"
"Mr Potter, for once in your perfect, predictable --"
What's that, you arse? It was so easy to let go. Simply let go of everything. Of the door as well.
Bang! The door slammed so perfect and so satisfying, right in the middle of Snape's smug tirade that the hinges squealed and the potion bottles rattled in the aftermath. Bloody things deserved it too, every single slimy jar and every single beetle. If he kicked the door, would they shatter right in that pompous sod's face? Fuck it! Fuck it all! His ears burned hot, even after the ominous ringing stopped. His lesson plan was fine as it was! Great! Bloody perfect. But like a blast-ended skrewt at a Sunday brunch, Snape just had to leave his mark by pointing out the missing bits. It's not like the meddling git was teaching the bloody class, not anymore, Harry was, and Snape had no reason to meddle! So of course Snape was just doing what he did best, lurking about, just waiting to stab him in the back and twist the paring knife for good measure. 
Prick!
Pressing his forehead against something, anything, like the polished oak of the door, felt like a necessity, something to stave off the headache. The boards felt cool. Stable. Breathe in, breathe out. Right then.
Wait! What was that?
Someone sighed on the other side.
Not Snape, surely, can't be. What are the odds? 
What did Snape know about being a freak? Nothing! Not a thing. He wouldn't even think twice about tonight, hell, he already forgot about it. Did Snape even care? Was it all for nothing then? Their stumbling, stammering, starlit walk back from Hogsmeade. The Astronomy Tower, that slow twist and turn of the telescope as Snape's fingers hovered over Harry's, just for a second, and withdrew, with a nervous twitch...
Screw this. I'm going home. I quit!
So, we're onto something now. The last task is to tweak a few bits. The 'Sunday brunch' may become an 'afternoon tea party'. Italics-as-direct-thought is still off. The class, a Defense class (since Harry is kicked out of what seems like Snape’s Potions classroom.) The pacing is on the right track, the details intrigue us, the conflict is still there. We are getting somewhere. The emotions, the decision, the character progression in this scene (Do you still think I’m a child? -> I am done with you!) is complete. Whew.
And now you know the process. One scene down, a few more to go! (Onward!)
Honestly, this is how 1K drafts become 100K novels. The winning formula seems to be: one protagonist -> in denial with hints at deeper emotion (no explaining feelings) -> with thoughts and dialogue and bias on glorious display -> stream of consciousness controls everything else and all the surroundings or all action is filtered through it. ("The hinges squeaked and the light within was blinding and warm" instead of "he opened the door".) Needless to say, ease up on the plot twists, since writing this way is about x10 word count of whatever you’re expecting right now.
P.S. I've been told to 'finish the fic' already. I don't know what to say, it's a product of three short sentences and one evening and I have way too many drafts. So I'm sharing something better: a formula for making any three sentences into a functional scene. May it unblock you in your next draft. Please write something wonderful.
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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Snockhart drag duel. The final night of Harry Poofter and the Chamber of Secretions. Thank you, SF Oasis! (The performance allowed and encouraged photos and videos.)
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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The last night of Harry Poofter and The Chamber of Secretions at SF Oasis. <3  (The performance encouraged and approved pics and videos taken.) I have a few that I would like to share and preserve within the fandom. If you would like to suggest a good avenue, please reach out. 
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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So, Harry Poofter and The Chamber of Secretions (thank you, SF Oasis a thousand times!) was a wild ride, everybody. Brace yourselves...
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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Tingle
So, a short while back, someone messaged me asking to tone down the Harry Potter stuff: since, bad tone and all, in the light of recent news of JKR being a giant TERF doing her best to dehumanize the already vulnerable UK trans community...
Which has been an indisputable fact. For years. Fifty, hell, sixty shades of all sorts of valid that JKR’s TERFdom is a stain that bears to be rehashed until it’s driven home and beaten like a dead horse and then lashed with collective consensual passion and fury forever more. If you are an ally, Anon, thank you for your rage and your dedication. I appreciate you saying something. It matters.
If you are one of us, going through some tough times as I did a few years back, deciding which inspiration to keep on functioning day to day you may abandon and which you must reclaim; what parts of your own past survival you must not surrender because they are yours to keep: all the best to you. If necessary, may you scream into the void for as long as it takes but also find hope and healing at the end.
(On a personal note, I couldn’t reply but picture me biting my fist, doing my best not to, since... it’s not about me, but in case I’m like you, you do know I’m trans, right?)
Instead, mysterious stranger and anyone else, you may have this picture of a quiet afternoon in the life of Harry Potter reading Harriet Porber of Chuck Tingle’s fame. Pair image to The Crownless (Severus reading LOTR). Not quite the response anyone hopes for. Regardless, thank you for caring deeply enough in the middle of the night (or morning, or afternoon, or evening) to type out a message to a stranger. As all of us, may you find some rest and peace at the end of the day.
I can’t find a good quote for this, I really can’t. I’m just going to go with...
“While this type of situation is not for everyone, it is not entirely uncommon in a community known as BDSM (Bigfeet and Dinosaurs Screaming Meanly).”
- Chuck Tingle
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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I don't know if you will answer this, and it is okay if you don't but I have been wondering what inspired you to do anything that you do, writing, drawing, anything!
A daily reminder to make something, anything. Life in general: rage, loss, regret, fear, joy, and that rare glimmer of hope. The realization that life is far too short for imperfect old works and ideas to remain unseen and unfinished.
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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The Bravest Man, Chapter 5: Al (Part 2 of 2) transcript is available on ao3
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ac1d6urn · 2 years
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The Bravest Man, Chapter 5: Al (Part 1 of 2) transcript is available on ao3
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