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Ron/Draco Fest 2023: Submission Info

SUBMISSIONS ARE DUE ON FEBRUARY 15, 2023. POSTING WILL BEGIN ON MARCH 1, 2023 (RON'S 43RD BDAY!).

Submission Info

The claiming post can be found here. Claiming is available until February 14, 2023.

All participants must be over the age of 18.

There are no minimum or maximum word requirements for fic. Art needs to show a comparable amount of work and be of a decent standard. Everything must be betaed, proof-read, checked, and edited.

Posting will be anonymous, so please don't give the game away by posting anywhere else, or replying to comments, or hinting on your socials until after reveals. Also, because this is an anonymous fest, the piece you submit must be a complete, stand-alone work and can't be based on any of your other works, prequels, sequels, etc.

All submissions will be hosted on AO3, at the Ron/Draco Fest collection. Feel free to check it out, but please only post your submissions there yourself if you are 100% sure you know how. One mistake can make the difference between your fic being posted before its time - or revealing your pseud too early, which would unfortunately disqualify you from further participation - so if you find yourself unsure of how to do this in any way, please feel free to send everything to the mod email, and I will take care of it.

Headers with a link back to AO3 will be posted here on Tumblr.

Regardless of whether or not you choose to post your submission yourself on the AO3 collection, you are required to send the following header info to the mod account at [email protected]. In the subject line of your email, please enter your AO3 username, whether your submission is fic, art, or both, and your prompt number. Please also let me know whether or not you have chosen to post your submission to the collection yourself or if you are sending it to me (and of course attach the gdocs or Word file to said email), and include your AO3 username only in the space for Author/Artist in the header.

Please use the header below in your email:

Title: Author/Artist: Rating: Prompt: Word Count/Medium: Warning(s)/Content: Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Notes:

If your fic requires any html coding - such as italics or bold text - YOU are responsible for making sure that code is in your document. Your mod will NOT be adding any of that in for you. Whether or not the code is included, your submission will be posted as is - so if you want it in there, please make sure to double check before posting/sending in your entry. In addition, I, as the mod, reserve the right to send back your entry for further editing if I feel it is needed.

And finally, you are required to add the mod account as a co-creator when submitting your work to the AO3 collection. The mod account is rdfestmod. This is for general admin purposes ONLY, and will never be misused on my part as a mod. For a more detailed explanation, please see our announcement post from the 2021 round, and always feel free to reach out to me at [email protected] if you have any questions or concerns.

Resources

If you don’t have a beta, I always recommend asking in any of the various fanfic writers' groups out there! In keeping with the stress free style of this fest, your beta is not necessarily required to be someone official in fandom; if you'd be more comfortable having a friend or family member look everything over, you are welcome to have them do so!

phoenixacid’s Basic HTML Guide

hd_writers’ handy guide to

placing HTML tags in a Word Document

And please utilize potterwords for all the correct spellings that you might need for creatures, characters, or anything else for your creations.

Your mod, @fangqueen

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cavendishbutterfly · 1 year

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I posted 302 times in 2022

That's 113 more posts than 2021!

73 posts created (24%)

229 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sorrybutblog

@softlystarstruck

@ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

@corvuscrowned

@moonstruckwytch

I tagged 297 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#drarry - 178 posts

#my writing - 40 posts

#harry potter x draco malfoy - 39 posts

#hpdm - 38 posts

#hp fanfic - 22 posts

#queue - 15 posts

#drarrymicrofic - 12 posts

#inertia - 10 posts

#bday stuff - 8 posts

#asks - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#i’ll be honest windy city was an exercise in how do i live up to fwooshy’s gorgeous writing even a little bit

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hi, I’m looking for fics where Harry has to come to terms with his sexuality (internalized homophobia angst is welcome) after realizing he likes Draco with the support of Hermione (and maybe Ron). Know any?

Hi there! It looks like @lettersbyelise and @sitp-recs have posted lovely answers to this here and here.

I'll add an additional sprinkling of my favorite Harry-explores-his-sexuality fics (can't guarantee Hermione's involvement though!):

Harry Potter and the Bisexual Awakening by @writcraft (23k)

This fic scratches all the parts of my brain and is so delightful to read and reread again. Driving lessons, Snitch the dog (the bestest girl), Harry grappling with identifying as bisexual in the midst of some harrowing biphobia, and the beginnings of my personal obsession with Seven Minutes In Heaven in any fic whatsoever.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (23k)

Liv has written such a gorgeous review of this fic that I'll leave here--it's the reason I read this fic and I'm so grateful I did. It starts off with such a strong concept and then follows through perfectly, with secrecy and faint memory and hot smut that truly kept me hooked from the very beginning.

Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (27k)

I am a long-term fanboy of crow for many reasons but this is one of them. A fantastic Harry and Ginny friendship, and their plant shop(!!!) which is full of storerooms for one Draco Malfoy to pull Harry into and ah, Help Him Do Some Research. Harry and Ginny explore their sexualities in gorgeous parallel, including how and when they feel ready to come out to themselves and their friends.

I'll also add in a fic of my own!

Bridges by cavendishbutterfly (16k)

This is a fic I wrote to shower lots of love on Budapest as a city, but also to tell the story of a Harry just beginning to test out his bisexuality. It's a fic that's close to my heart, and I wanted to play with the ways that exploring one's sexuality can feel complex and muddy and confusing. Hopefully it succeeds in that :)

107 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

how they save each other

rated M | 50 words | for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “kind”

it's a different kind of love. they fuck in the mornings. soft light through old windows. new sheets. scrambling for purchase as Draco presses into him. they used to be loud. now whispers: there, darling. just like that. why did it take so long after the war to know peace.

193 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

For Worse, For Better

A joyous fanniversary to @sitp-recs, a beautiful person to whom I and my fandom experience are indebted. Just over a year ago I’d started to drift away from drarry after reading a few fics, until I discovered Liv’s incredible blog and so many more fics to love and reasons to dig deeper. I wouldn’t have found my way into this community without her, and am so grateful for her kindness and presence here. Liv, I hope this lil story gives you even a fraction of the joy you and your blog have given me over the past year.

Of course, it’s the one eventuality he hasn’t planned for.

“It’s raining,” Draco says, clutching Pansy’s arm and watching the windows streak.

“It sure is,” they say. Their lipstick is sharp and red—any overt warmth from Pansy is rare, but a corner of their mouth tugs upward, not even in a sneer. They tuck a piece of Draco’s hair behind his ear and smooth out his robes.

“It’s a Muggle venue,” Draco says, realising. “No Weather Charms. We can’t even cast an Impervius.”

“No, we certainly can’t.”

“Don’t laugh at me, Pans.” Draco clutches their arm harder. “Oh Merlin, all the guests are going to be wet, they’ll hate me.”

Pansy shakes their head, tugging Draco gently toward the door. “It’s just a bit of rain, Draco.”

The quartet starts playing outside and Draco thinks, Salazar, all those wooden instruments out in the wet, and there’s nothing to do but push open the doors to the outside. Draco sees the aisle first, a thin carpet lined with flowers and splotched with raindrops. A couple guests have thought to bring umbrellas, which unfurl over small pockets of the crowd. The attendees are dressed in a smattering of Wizarding robes and Muggle dress clothes, all dark with water. The rain hammers on the roof behind them, and on the platform at the end of the aisle.

And there, on the platform in the midst of everything, is Harry. His hair clings to the back of his neck, waterlogged and uncharacteristically flat. His glasses are spotted with droplets, and for a moment Draco thinks, Is he cross? He must be cross. But as Pansy guides him down the aisle, he sees Harry’s smile, impossibly wide.

Draco steps up to the small stage.

Harry grins at him. “Look at you,” he says.

“Yes, well,” says Draco haughtily, smoothing out his hair. “Imagine how you look at the moment, you’ve been out here longer.”

Harry laughs, one of those big belly laughs Draco hadn’t known was possible until Harry came into his life. He reaches for Draco’s hands. “I meant that you look quite handsome,” he says, squeezing Draco’s fingers. “I love those robes on you.”

“You look handsome too,” Draco says quietly, because even with his hair plastered to the sides of his face Harry still looks stunning. “I just—“ Draco glances at the quartet, finishing their song, and knows he only has a few more moments. “It feels like a bad omen, all the rain. It’s grey and horrible out, I just feel like it must mean—“

Harry pulls Draco’s hands to his lips, kisses his knuckles once, twice. “Bad omens are usually good ones for me,” he says. “Black dogs, prophecies, curses. I’d be more worried if our wedding went off without a hitch.”

Draco laughs, despite himself. “I planned for everything. I thought I had it covered.”

“You didn’t plan for me, though.” Harry wiggles his eyebrows nonsensically. “I always make things go sideways.”

It’s not so far from the truth. From the beginning, Draco had never planned on Harry. Harry is a force of nature, something impossible and glorious that has happened to Draco, and somehow keeps happening. He seems to defy all logic.

“I didn’t plan for you,” Draco agrees. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Somewhere behind them, the music stops. The rain continues. And Draco and Harry, hand in hand, begin.

An enormous thank you to the wonderful @lqtraintracks for betaing, and for the prompt “rain on their wedding day” <3

203 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

If you decide to start writing fic

you’ll post something on Aug 22. Nothing major. It will go out to your fresh-faced AO3 and your followers on tumblr, fewer than ten, including your friend the gymnast who is also very good at reccing. You’ll write more microfics, wait to see whether anyone notices, loiter in your office bathroom to scroll through the precious tags of a reblog. A tiger will offer you an invite to a discord server, a first gateway, a beginning. You’ll talk about transness with a chameleon. You’ll talk steadily more to a black cat who lets you onto a whole sea of servers and that will make all the difference in the world. And then the cat will make all the difference in the world, a hundred times over, a thousand. You’ll meet a small community: cacti, witches, rocks, birds, cat owners, apricots. A local of the city you love. You’ll meet fellow hufflepuffs and acespecs and writers you’ve quietly followed for months and months; stars and sweets and quills, readers, healers and academics and degree-holders, and people who take your breath away in fifty words. You’ll remember why language is beautiful. You’ll remember why you write, or maybe learn it for the first time. Four thousand words will feel impossible but you’ll build the first story brick by brick, rewriting and rewriting. People will take the time to read it over for you. They’ll volunteer, even. Sometimes they’ll even thank you for asking them, and it will blow your mind; you’ve forgotten how giving people can be, or perhaps you’re still learning. You’ll meet a chemist by passing your phone to your partner, and by some stroke of luck she’ll anchor you in all her brilliance and warmth. When you post your first longer fics, they will receive love beyond your comprehension. People will leave you long, gracious comments. They’ll write recommendations that floor you. They will say, we saw your heart in Eastern Europe. In the scene with the hair, on the shoreline, in the small cramped flat, in the cabin. You will create things you did not think were possible for you. Strangers and friends will choose to keep you company online, small strange boxes of text made infinitely precious on lonely days and bright ones. You will write a horrifying (wonderful) story with someone halfway across the world and cackle far past your bedtime. You’ll trade paragraphs about eighth year fics, recipes, disco cowboy memes, gifts and prompts galore. A bee, a white cat, milk, honey, geese, a chickpea, an octopus, an artful mouse. These people will teach you queer joy. It is not a small thing to learn. There are so many intricacies captured—here, this is a new way to love your body. Here, this is a new way to stoke your soul. And all the while you will have been becoming yourself, surrounded by art and artists, and you will remember what a beautiful way this is to grow. Fostered by the generosity of strangers, and strangers become friends.

251 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

he finally finds out

Rated T | 50 words | for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “evidence”

Harry frowns. “There’s no evidence he fancies me.”

“He took your quill,” says Pansy.

“Insulted you three weeks straight,” Greg adds.

“Trust us, we know,” says Blaise.

“He’s just a ponce!” Harry says. “He’s always been like that to me. Always.”

A pause.

“…You’re not saying—”

“—Oh, we certainly are.”