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ch4 of inspiral is up!!
yes the chapter title is a shitty pun😌 now, onwards!
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something terrible is happening within my psyche rn as i realize this song fits with this goddamn chap
they DO have REPUTATIONS ooooohhhhh my goddddddd my shaylaasssssss ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
so bye i'm gonna go finish crying to this now
y'all alr know the dron tag hates to see me coming [steeples hands for a transaction] but here i am again with a new chapter !!
here's ch3 in screenshots bc i can't promise it's all comedy this time:
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y'all alr know the dron tag hates to see me coming [steeples hands for a transaction] but here i am again with a new chapter !!
here's ch3 in screenshots bc i can't promise it's all comedy this time:
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mkay dron nation, i present to you: the fic that stemmed entirely from the offhand thought "Ron would have more emotional intelligence than this" while reading a random mention of the sectumsempra sceneâ„¢ and then summarily took over my entire life.
inspiral
[in which Sirius lives, Harry chills out (relatively), and Ron is forced (by absolutely no one) to pick up the Malfoy-stalking slack.
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Ron was growing weary of Harry and Malfoy circling each other like a pair of feral street cats gearing up for a fight. It reminded him of Mr. Mittens, the raggedy cat Ginny had smuggled home once, and his . . . friend. He sometimes worried that this all might end up like that, what with Harry throwing around wild accusations and Malfoy sneering cryptic shite at them in response. It was ridiculous, but Ron suspected whatever Mr. Mittens had going on back then wasn’t very rational either, and they’d still ended up with a cat, a corpse, and a bloody living room floor.
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Ron paused with his hand reaching for the bathroom door, debating turning back-- back to dinner and his friends and pretending he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
it's. long. this thing. so weekly updates, with ch1 up now💞
He drew in a breath before easing it open. The sound of sobbing -- choking, heaving, desperate -- was no longer muffled by the heavy wood. A high, whiny voice crooned empty platitudes like backing vocals for the world’s most depressing song, and it was with a creeping horror that Ron realized Myrtle wasn’t the one crying.
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onto the ch1 highlight reel!!
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social interaction is a game to ron and 9/10ths of the time he's winning, he's being a goddamn sleuth, he's having the absolute time of his life
social interaction is a game to draco and it stresses him tf out--if he makes one wrong move he keels over and dies