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Happy new year everyone 🎊
A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm
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He’ll get there... one day...
Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost : here
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A guide for people perusing my blog just to hate on the content I consume and spend my time on 👍
What level are you at? 😶
#Do yourself a favor and get help#Mental health issues and trauma#Hurt people hurt people#live and let live
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"With the development of our supposed relationship, grand romantic gestures should be on the table by now, don't you think? To give the people more to talk about."
The ship lights gradually lowered just as images started to reflect against the large white screen across from them.
Hermione's brows rose all the way up her forehead the moment she caught sight of the large cruise ship on the screen, taking in passengers from all walks of life. She blinked at the large, bold letters painted against its outer walls.
TITANIC
"Are we seriously going to watch a movie about a boat that sinks… while we're on a boat?" She turned to look at Malfoy in disbelief, watching him pause midway from tossing a piece of grape in his mouth.
"You've seen it?" He gaped at her incredulously.
"No, I haven't. But it's pretty famous so–"
"Well, way to ruin the ending for the rest of us, Granger!" He chucked an annoyed hand in the air. "Couldn't have given a spoiler alert?"
Hermione flushed at this, taken off guard by his petulance. "Sorry I-" The sudden realization that she'd forgotten Draco sodding Malfoy was a pureblood, and therefore had no knowledge of the famous sunken muggle cruise ship, rendered her speechless.
When it hit me that Draco and Hermione had the same physical attributes as Jack and Rose... the Titanic ended up being in one of their fake dates 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
#Dramione#fake relationship with a twist#draco malfoy#hermione granger#False pretenses#TheUniverseofFP#Dramione fanfiction
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"You are you, Malfoy. I'm sure I don't need to remind you why I never want to have anything to do with you."
Draco was taken aback by the unbridled look of disdain she sent his way. It's been awhile since he's seen such a look directed right at him. Memories of the war came flashing before his eyes, forcing him to look away, pushing back the memories into the corners of his mind.
Hermione watched him tear his eyes away from her own. Every prank. Every mocking remark. Every scathing tease. Every hurtful retort. She remembered it all. And he did it to her for no real reason at all. His actions and words were the root of all her childhood insecurities. Her teeth. Her hair. Her blood. Everything she had no control over he ridiculed. Her hatred towards him and everything he stood for had no bounds. But more than anything, she hated the fact that his words knew just where to hit her to make it hurt.
"Now if there is nothing else–"
"I heard Australia is a wonderful place."
Hermione felt her blood chill all the way down to her bones. She watched as he darted his gaze towards the picture frame on her table, before looking back at her knowingly. He knew. The bastard knew. "You fucking conniving son of a-"
"Before you start thinking about-"
"That was classified information-"
"If you would just listen-"
"How dare you even try to-"
"Would you calm down-"
"I will kill you with my own bloody-"
"Let me explain-"
"Get the fuck out!"
Draco stared at the red-faced woman before him, standing with her wand pointed straight at him. Her eyes were wild and her hair buzzed with sparks of magic. He raised both his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt your parents, Granger."
"I said, get out." Her tone was low and quiet, but there was a feral undertone to it.
"I'm here to offer help."
"Like I would believe anything–"
"Money, Granger. That's what I'm offering." Draco cut her off as he stood up slowly to his full height, hands still up in the air. "You're researching ways to reverse obliviation." He stated frankly, not bothering to ask for her affirmation. "Your current position at St. Mungos and the salary it provides you aren't enough. There are memory experts all over the world, both magical and muggle. If you're going to explore all possibilities, you would need a nearly inexhaustible amount of money."
Hermione was silent now. She still had her wand pointed at him, but all her anger was gone. She was looking at him with wide eyes, torn between wanting to listen to his offer and wanting to call his bluff.
Draco brought his hands down to his sides, his gaze on her firm and unyielding. "My family's peace, in exchange for your family's reunion."
As much as I adore the 'they were secretly attracted to one another' Dramione stories, I will always prefer a legitimate enemies to friends to lovers set up 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
#Dramione#fake relationship with a twist#Draco malfoy#Hermione Granger#False pretenses#TheUniverseofFP#Dramione fanfiction
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"Ah, this I know." Draco pulled a book out of the shelf, flipping through it nonchalantly.
Hermione failed to hide the surprise on her face as she watched him scan through a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. "You know this book?"
"Theo wouldn't shut up about it. Said something about watching a play, and how tragic the entire story had been." Draco pushed the book back onto the shelf carelessly. "If anything, I think it was stupid."
Hermione was incredibly curious about how Theodore Nott, of all people, managed to know about Shakespeare, let alone watch a play about Romeo and Juliet; but the urge to reshelf the book back to where it should have been took precedence. She was annoyed that Malfoy didn't have an ounce of courtesy in him.
"Faking one's death, then dying together? All for the sake of love?" He snorted. "Don't tell me you actually like these kinds of stories?"
"Not all of them talk about tragic love affairs and teenage hormones, Malfoy. Besides, I don't particularly like Romeo and Juliet."
"What do you prefer then?"
The question caught her off guard. Was he seriously doing this? Was he going to deviate from the script, and instead, have her recommend a muggle book for him? She could see that question surprised him too. He hid it well, but the slight panic in his eyes said it all. He probably saw it as an opportunity to proceed with the plan, but when he realized the implications of his actions, it had been too late.
Hermione scanned the bookshelf quickly, figuring out what to pick before he could change his mind. It would be his first legitimate exposure to muggle literature. It needed to be something that could personally impact him; something he'd be able to relate to, something–
Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on a title that told her it had to be it. Grabbing it off the shelf, she handed it to him with determination.
Draco eyed her skeptically, surprised by the intense way she was staring at him. "Pride and Prejudice?" He plucked it off her grasp, flipping the book to eye the summary on its back cover.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of great fortune, must be in want of a wife." He chuckled. "Is this a proposal, Granger?"
It's hard not to give a nod to the OG of all enemies to lovers stories. There were so many lines in the P&P book that fit perfectly with Dramione 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
#Dramione#fake relationship with a twist#Pride and prejudice#Draco Malfoy#Hermione Granger#False Pretenses#TheUniverseofFP#Dramione fanfiction
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"Is there really nothing I can do to make you reconsider?"
Draco looked down at his feet, shaking his head in reply.
"Draco…" Narcissa whispered in appeal, closing her eyes to conceal her desperation.
"I'm not leaving for good, mum. I just need time away."
"From what?"
"Mum, we've talked about this. I need to get better. I want to get better."
"And you can't do that here?"
"No. This house… This place…" He looked out into the horizon to avoid having to look her in the eye. "I just can't."
Everywhere he turned there was a memory he wanted to forget. Everything about this house was a trigger. Every single time he closed his eyes, he would remember something, hear something, feel something… And he was just…
He was done.
"Is it really the manor you want to be away from? Or is it me?"
"What?"
"Is it me?" Narcissa pursed her lips to fight their quivering. "Is it me you're running away from?" She scanned the wide gray eyes staring at her in stunned silence. "Are you still angry with me? Do you… Do you still hate me?"
Draco felt something in his chest crumble at the sound of her broken tone. "No… No, mother. I don't." His hands were on the sides of her face, running his thumbs through her cheeks, hoping the gesture would reassure her. "I don't hate you, mother, I swear. I just… It's just that sometimes it's–" It's hard to look at you, he cut himself off before the words could slip through his lips.
He'd forgiven her. That much was true. And he loved her. That wasn't even a question. But sometimes… Sometimes his heart would ache at the sight of her. Sometimes he would still find himself blaming her. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder how different his life could have been if his parents hadn't done what they had.
"Sometimes it's just really hard to be here."
Narcissa and Draco's relationship to me should be as complex as his relationship with Lucius. She played a part in his upbringing, so she should also be held accountable. Complicated familial relationships in fiction is the best 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
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Draco eyed the blunt plastic spoon Lucius held in one hand, scooping a portion of the roast duck into his mouth as gracefully as he could. It seemed life in prison hadn't sullied his table manners.
He eyed his father's platinum blonde hair that was a mirror of his own, much longer than he had ever seen it – grazing the top of his hips. He looked gaunt and somewhat sickly. The stubble on his jaw emphasized his unkempt look even further, but his eyes were the worst.
What were once liquid mercury had turned into a lackluster steel just a breath away from corroding. They shifted between unfocused to disoriented, glazed then manic. It was a strange sight to see, an inexplicable thing to experience – sitting right across his father, the one person whose approval he withstood an entire war for, looking like the shell of the man he once was.
"How's the food?"
Draco wanted to roll his eyes at his mother's attempt at conversation. They haven't seen each other in almost two years and all they could muster up was small talk about the cuisine?
"Wonderful." He heard his father reply, bringing down the cheapest cutlery Draco was sure the Malfoy patriarch had ever laid his hands on. He wanted to say something, anything really.
How are you father? Have you been eating well? It didn't look like he did. Not at all. Do you have nightmares when you sleep? Because I had, for a time. Until I learned to hide them away. Far far away where my mind couldn't reach them. He couldn't remember the last time he dreamt. But it certainly wasn't something he missed. Do you regret it father? Do you wish you could take it all back? Because he did. He really did. Every damn fucking day.
"By the way, I heard something interesting. Would you care to elaborate on it, Draco?"
Draco felt his eyebrows raise at the sudden mention of his name. It felt strange to hear it with his father's voice after all these years.
"I've been told you're dating a muggle-born witch."
Draco swallowed, dropping his gaze down, no longer able to handle the weight of the silver eyes staring right at him. He heard his father hum in understanding at his overt evasion. His silence was more than enough of an admission. It wasn't like he could tell his father it was all an elaborate ruse – a desperate act to try and nudge things in their favor, no matter how small. He was certain there were eyes and ears in every nook and cranny of the bare room they were housed in.
"What's her name?"
Draco forgot how to breathe, feeling his blood chill all the way down to his bones.
"Draco."
His eyes landed onto identical gray ones right across from him. In that moment, he was seven again, being told repeatedly how to show respect towards his father.
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Do not, and I repeat, do not ever raise your voice at me.
Never question my decisions, Draco. I'm always right.
Do not speak out of turn. Do not interrupt me when I'm talking.
Do what I tell you. I know what's best for you.
Lucius' next order came before he could snap out of it.
"Tell me who she is."
Draco barely had time to recollect himself. The compulsion to follow was stronger than his resolve.
"Hermione Granger."
He blinked, and in the next moment, his father was on him – lunging over the table, toppling them backwards onto the ground. He winced when the back of his head hit the stone floor. The steel chair dug mercilessly into his spine, but he had no time to recover. A pair of hands were on his neck, squeezing the life out of him with a vengeance he hadn't felt since the war.
Lucius and Draco's complicated relationship is something I will always enjoy reading because this conflict alone is enough to fuel an entire story 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
#Dramione#False Pretenses#TheUniverseofFP#Lucius Malfoy#Narcissa Malfoy#Dramione fanfiction#Draco Malfoy#Malfoy family
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"Was I happy with Ted?" Andromeda reiterated breathlessly. "Very… Ted made me very, very happy. Marrying him was the best decision of my life."
Narcissa felt her lips part at the sight of her older sister's devotion. There was a heartbreaking yearning in her gaze, and a quiet despondence in her demeanor that left her utterly speechless.
"So I ask you again, little sister. Were you happy with your marriage? Don't even try to lie to me. You know I'll know."
Narcissa huffed at the accusatory look her older sister was sending her. She had always been unfairly gifted at detecting dishonesty. "It was… adequate."
Andromeda choked on her tea, snorting out loud as another bout of laughter hit her. "God damn you haven't changed a fucking bit, Cissy!" She wiped the tears off the corners of her eyes. "Always so bloody clinical!"
Narcissa folded her arms on her chest, annoyed at being laughed at. Her marriage with Lucius wasn't perfect, but it was a suitable union. They may not have had a lot of things in common, but they never had much to argue about. He never maltreated her, never told her what to do and how to act, and most of all, she was free to do as she wished as long as she remained faithful to her duties as the matriarch.
"Now let me ask you this, Cissy. Ten, maybe twenty years from now… If you ask your son that same question, what answer would you want him to say?"
Narcissa, Andromeda and Bellatrix could have had a better chance at having their story told in canon, so I always adore fics that give their narrative justice 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
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"Fine." Blaise replied through gritted teeth. "Bring her here."
He didn't have to wait long. The annoying redhead was in his office in the next minute. He busied himself with paperwork, not bothering to spare her a glance. He scratched his quill across the parchment, waiting for her to say something. But when the silence stretched into minutes, wearing his patience thin, he eventually gave up.
"Well? What do you want?" He lifted his head to glare at her, narrowing his eyes when she moved towards his table, dropping a stained, wrinkled envelope on his desk. He fought the urge to run a hand through his face.
It was the same damn letter her owl's been attempting to deliver to him for several days now.
Ginny jutted her chin at it, folding her arms on her chest once again in wait.
Blaise wanted to throw his hands up in frustration, but decided against it. He swallowed down his annoyance, grabbing it off the table to tear it open–
I'm sorry.
He blinked at the tiny words written on the paper, feeling his exasperation vanish in the blink of an eye. Replacing it was an overwhelming warmth he wasn't used to feeling.
If there is one thing the Dramione fandom has drilled in my head that I absolutely adore, it's this side pairing. Blaise and Ginny would have been a perfect Slytherin-Gryffindor couple 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
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"Potter, you were…" Pansy cleared her throat, sauntering through the street, trying her best to appear nonchalant. "You were raised by muggles, right?"
"Yes…?" He answered, not quite sure where the conversation was going. He watched her tuck an imaginary strand of hair against her ear, flipping the rest of her straight black tresses.
"And you only found out about magic when you were…?"
"Well, just before I enrolled at Hogwarts actually."
"Right. Right." She nodded her head. "So… How did you… You know, how did you feel when…" She gestured her hands out randomly as she tried to make her point. "When you found out that there's this… whole new world you never thought existed? That there's this… place full of people and things that you never imagined could be real?"
Harry fought the grin itching to crawl up his face, having an inkling as to what she was trying to indicate exactly. "Well, to be perfectly honest?" He stopped in his tracks, prompting her to pause as well. "I was thrilled."
Her shoulders sagged at his answer. "Right. I forgot I was talking to a Gryffindor for a moment. Forget I said anything." She flinched when he blocked her way before she could move.
"No, no. Go on." He nodded at her. "I want to hear the rest of it."
"Forget it, Potter." She stepped to the side, annoyed when he mimicked the motion. She moved as quickly as she could to avoid him, but wherever she turned, he was right there in front of her. She huffed at him in frustration.
"I'm serious, Parkinson. I want to hear it."
She huffed once again, crossing her arms in aggravation. "Muggles don't believe in magic, and werewolves, and witches, and elves, and everything else in between, so why was it so easy for you to just… accept everything?"
"It's true I wasn't taught to believe in them growing up. Everything about magic in the muggle world is folklore and fantasy. It's not real." He shrugged, bringing his hands into his pockets once again. "But the thing is, I wasn't taught to fear them, hate them, or think I was superior or inferior to them in any way. So I had nothing but curiosity for the things I had yet to see and understand."
No one is born a racist. It is learned. And it takes a whole lot of effort to unlearn. Like any other thing that was handed down to us as children, it's up to us to decide if we want to keep it, or throw it away.
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
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False Pretenses
Turns 2 tomorrow 🎉 And I'm reminded how much I need to get off my ass and continue the series so I can finally put it to rest!
And because I'm feeling weirdly sentimental, I collated a bunch of scenarios from the story and will be shamelessly posting them on FP's completion anniversary (so my deepest apologies in advance lol) 💕
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Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
Grief and love are interconnected
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glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector
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Hi hello! So I read False Pretenses again a third time when I saw you were updating the universe again. I don't read WIPs but couldn't help it so I read The Road to Sobriety. It's only at four chapters now but reading it made me feel more at peace with how FP ended. I desperately wanted to see how D & H and everyone else in the story heal and have a HEA.
Part 2 and some of the stuff you posted here on tumblr made me understand your vision for the story better. I hoped for a romcom ending where Draco changes his mind last minute or Hermione somehow finds Draco and convinces him otherwise but if that happened it would have been a cop out. It would have gone against the themes and messages you wanted to convey so I really admire how you held your ground throughout the story.
This isn't really an ask but just a show of encouragement and appreciation. Thank you for sharing your work and please know that there are many more like me who will be sticking to the FP universe till the end!
Hi hello as well ^^ First of all, thank you for that last part it made me feel fluffy! But do know that I will not take offense if anyone at any point drops any of my stories :)
As a person who also does not read WIPs, I do not understand how people can haha it's probably been more than a decade since I last read an unfinished fic mainly because I'm still not over the heartbreak from previous WIPs (probably now abandoned T.T but I'm still holding out).
I do have a very clear vision of the Universe of False Pretenses. Like I mentioned in the series description on ao3, it is cut in three-parts. Why?
1. I don't want to write a fic that is too insanely long. FP is way over the intended length already. 273500 words is crazy. I do want to work on cutting it down.
2. I want to create a main theme for each part. FP was for the fake dating arc. Now TR2S is about how everyone is going to heal. The last part... Is a secret for now, but I'm sure you have a pretty good guess ^^
The image I had was that of a TV series – when you finish a season, and they give you a preview of what happens next. That kind of thing. And I enjoy the whole jigsaw type of story telling where you flit back and forth between the past and the present so I wanted to continue that!
I'm not going to lie, I really considered ending the story right then and there and not making a series. Giving everyone a happy ending seriously would have made my life easier, but alas, that is not the case.
I can't promise when any of the updates will happen, so I highly recommend that you wait for the works to be finished before reading them! The Universe of False Pretenses is the type that is best read in one go, but hey, who am I to tell people how to spend their ao3 time? Read WIPs and live dangerously if it makes you happy ;)
Thank you for the ask, and I hope you are safe and well wherever you are ^^
#TheUniverseofFP#Dramione#False Pretenses#The writer is once again berating herself for making her life complicated
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