Aria Rambles - Blog Posts

i disappeared from tumblr for 5 months and 1 day and only today, the 10th of june 2023, i announce that this account has gone dead. i'm no longer going to post here, as i have nothing to and i am 1 foot and 7/8 of the other out of this fandom.. @lesbianmckinnonn is the only mf keeping me here with our stupid ideas

so yeah, if you'll see me again on tumblr, don't expect harry potter content. consider me out of this fandom, and you're free to scroll through my page and cringe. i probably will too, someday.

tw-caps

Bro has been working on the same fic for more than half a year and she hasn't posted anything more than 7 chapters and is just about to put it on hiatus because she's brainrotting over another fic.

Sounds like a stupid dude we have.

THAT'S ME!

I've completely run out of ideas for Dare Lovers and what happens between Christmas and what actual action is so I might as well write another fic while I sort the Dare Lovers crap out? Possibly.

OH AND NOW GUESS WHO IS GOING TO START WRITING ON THE FIRST CHAPTER OF HER NEW FIC BECAUSE SHE'S BRAINROTTING OVER IT JUST THE WAY SHE BRAINROTTED on Dare Lovers and then decided to leave it on hiatus because "Hmm what else is happening? I need some fill-in!"

Correct, that's me.

First chapter of the fic is going to pose itself on AO3 until the end of the week! (if I sort myself out to stop procrastinating)

I could not post this on the bug day (meaning yesterday) so here it is.

Today, the 19th of December 2022, is one day since the 2022 World Cup of Qatar ended with a victorious Argentina. As much as I am not interested in football, I need to say that Dare Lovers' Skittles went big on the final.

Dorcas and Evan were, probably, the happiest people on Earth. As they saw Argentina taking control they kept shouting things like 'Suck it, baguette!' and 'Shove that up your ass, colonizer!' until Mbappe set it to an equal.

Argentina still ended up winning and, as Cas and Evan were cheering and cussing the shit out of France, deep down in his 'uninterested-in-football' soul, Regulus was boiling.

Pandora and Barty were playing cards and watching the match on half, but they were still on Argentina's team.

This can't be happening...My motivation to write escaped! I'm finally going to post chapters from my fic more than once a month! This is the best day of my life! Wait... *WRITER'S BLOCK*

Look, I know that my blog was atrociously dead for almost a month now, but a fucker that picks to waste their time on sending mean asks and can't even send them as themselves but as an anon has sent a very mean ask to My Bestie Grant, a.k.a @queerdeadwizards

First of all, the fact that they needed to desperately hide their identity behind the anon icon is...some phenomenon that I cannot put into words.

I agree, not only people on the genderqueer spectrum hate her. But I disagree with the groups Grant picked, and I'd like to make it easier for him to explain who is against her very-famous-person behavior. Having a working brain works just fine with hating that terf.

Also, what's Miss JKR right about? Fighting with people on the internet who are definitely not going to harm her innocent, untouchable life? Or portraying people suffering from AIDS as non-human creatures (see Remus being an "AIDS mentor")? JKR's not right about anything, and I don't think you are either.

Seeing the fact that Anon has invested their time into sending derogatory messages to people wandering around the internet, it may be that Anon is not allowing themselves to disconnect themselves from their technologic device. I may be wrong about this one.

And, you, Anon, are so obviously a person that is trying to make people feel bad for purely being themselves, and will end up embarrassing themselves instead of giving said people a life lesson. Friendly advice: occupy your time with what's better for both you and people around you.

Peter and Sirius were best friends. Agree, disagree, but you are not changing my opinion. James and Sirius were so much more than best friends, even more than brothers. Hard relationship to explain. But Peter and Sirius were best friends. They'd sneak into the kitchens daily, steal something and watch the world burn as the house elves were looking for the pancakes. They'd go outside after an unsuccessful attempt of skipping school and climb trees to the point where they could see all of the schools' campus and even Hogsmeade. Peter once threw Sirius' pillow out the window, 'as a joke', and they needed 3 hours to convince the Whomping Willow to let go.

And on the 31st of October, Sirius completely lost their mind.

News!!! and announcements, of course

After a thousand years, Dare Lovers is on Wattpad! If you don't have AO3 and you want to read my amazing fanfic, you can go straight to my Wattpad page (by the URL of littlequeers)! All 5 chapters are ready to be read, and the page will be updated every time I post a new chapter! And if you haven't read the new chapter, now it's available in two places! 👉

I am planning to start an event next month! I haven't decided what it's centered on, but I'll cover it up quickly! If you want to take part in it as a co-host, you can easily message me :) Me and Austin (@queerdeadwizards) were actually planning to host a Jily event this month, but we forgot about our plan. 😅

And as horrible as I might be at digital art, you can start leaving me commissions in my ask box! They're totally free, I am not going to empty your pockets. This is a promise (I really need to get back into the posting scene and writing things like what I posted today isn't much).

amazing modern au in which me and ravi ( @queerdeadwizards ) share ideas because just imagine the guys living among karens and woke kids

anyways have chibi lily and dorcas

just so you know, if i don't post the next chapter of dare lovers until monday i died.

HEY BITCHES GUESS WHO'S BACK

yes, aria's back. the same aria who hasn't posted in 18 days. what a long time i know

NO I SWEAR TO GOD I WON'T PULL A FULL APOLOGY OUT OF MY ASS

anyways guess who's planning to start writing a fic about the girls??? ME

oh also i posted the 3rd chapter of dare lovers today my brain hurts

this is me writing the next chapter of dare lovers. life is hard

aria is back to rambling!

this is actually a subject i'd like to elaborate.

shipping lgballts is just as bad as shipping countryballs.

since you are a person living in 2022, you most likely have an idea of what the two things above are. if not, here's the explanation:

polandball, also known as countryballs (mentioned above) is an art style & internet meme made (mostly) as comics in which countries are personified as spherical characters (excepting characters like kazakhstan, israel, singapore, nepal, bermuda etc.) colored with their country's flag. you can look up for more information on google, you'll sure find something in there

lgballt is kind of similar to countryballs, except their flags are the sexuality, romantic orientation or gender they represent. the only non-spherical lgballt is genderfluid, sometimes represented as a puddle ( taken from the very funny genderfluid joke)

there, i defined both of them for people that may not know /gen

and now, some people may disagree with me on these, mostly the lgballt part (we know to this day how not-so-logical is to...ship two masses of land) because "they also represent sexualities and romantic orientations". and as much as they do, i want to remind you that they are still flags. of course, one pan person can definitely be with a bi person, but that doesn't mean that shipping their flags is as good as shipping the people (if the people agree to being shipped; that could make them uncomfortable)

of course, i'm just stating my opinion on this. i will not judge you based on your opinion, but this is just how i feel about shipping spherical objects like lgballt and countryballs are.

i am on holiday and i need to get back into posting😭

send me fanart prompts ig

marauders and co. as things me and my friends said

remus: I WAS IN THE FUCKING ELEVATOR

remus: fuck me, fuck you, fuck the president, fuck your mom. --- sirius: i don't dress to get paid. i dress to get layed. sirius: *laughs hysterically at a fly* ---

james: COME AND FUCKING EAT BITCH james: no. shut up, you are amazing and you deserve love. --- peter: ...i don't need that shit, i have biscuits and frogs peter: i for one second thought you were more mature. i was wronger than answer a. --- marlene: and you're gonna spend valentine's day alone or what??? marlene: i agree. i'd look like the typical 12 year old boy who dyed his hair for the first time if i dyed my hair blue --- lily: [name] stop being a pussy lily: nobody mentally stable here? --- dorcas: *gets up on chair* I'M GAY dorcas: he invited you to McDonalds???? damn i wish i'd have a partner like that --- mary: what in the name of motherfucking fashion are you dressed in??? mary: i am beautiful no matter what you say. i am a guru. --- regulus: WHY THE FUCK DOES NOTHING GET TO MY HEAD?? regulus: i'm not here to listen to your shit, goodbye

idk created a discord server, would be cool if some people would join!

https://discord.gg/q3tY2BvU

i felt like i really had to make a post about this so here:

i am 100% conscious i went inactive since the start of this month.

i had a lot of work for school, like tons of homework and lots of tests, i had some big exams tuesday and last friday, and i had to prepare myself for the holidays.

since i'm going to be on holiday 23 dec ---> 3 jan, i may post a few things and write some stuff and maybe continue working on my fanfic.

(also i know that nobody really cared or notice i was gone but here i am, making a post about it lmao)

i hope you respect the decisions i've made in the past month and i'm gonna come back soon with things :)

also thank you for the almost 2k notes you left on this post! i really appreciate it and i promise that i'm gonna start the thing i promised right after my birthday!

this is my fav marauders edit!!! it's so cool!

should i start writing a text fic on ao3???

and if i do, should i start after we finish the hogwarts champion? (wip)

or before??

idk!!!

my fancast for snape is loki from marvel but uglier that's it that's the post

@drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. wc: 1099

"Harry, why is there a hair tie on your wrist?"

"Don't lose it," Draco says. "That one's my favourite." Harry slips the blue elastic onto his wrist, as the fall of soft, white-blond hair cascades over his hand, his forearm, the ends tickling Harry's face.

"I won't," Harry says, surrounded by the coconut scent of Draco's shampoo, by the curtain of sleek, lustrous hair, isolating them from the world.

"Er... found it," Harry said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're good for..." Harry cast around for a less ridiculous lie, "wand grips."

Hermione frowned in disbelief, but looked down in thought at her own wand. "Huh."

Harry removed the elastic from his wrist and twisted it around the hilt of his wand, to demonstrate—it felt closer to his heart that way, anyway, mingling with his magic under his fingers.

"I want to tell them," Harry says, his head pillowed on Draco's chest. "I want to be yours." His face rises and falls with Draco's heavy sigh.

"No, you don't," Draco mumbles. "You don't."

"I do." Harry rolls on top of him—his hair isn't long enough to hide them. Draco's hair is splayed out on the pillow, tangled from sex and sleep, his pretty mouth pursed in a familiar, stubborn line. Morning light shines through the window, illuminating them with a reality they can't escape.

No one saw the ambush coming. Aurors lunged and dodged and threw protego after protego, but they were surrounded, they were sitting ducks, and something had to give. Harry ran out from behind the shipping container, reductos on his lips, red light and destruction bursting from his wand, his grip tight and unmovable around a thin blue elastic—

"Harry," Draco pleads. "Why would you want to be tied to someone like me?"

"Draco." Harry leans down and kisses him. "I've been tied to you, for so many years—" —Tangled and knotted and twisted in him, since the day Harry learned he was a wizard.

Draco doesn't let him speak for the rest of the morning.

Harry blinked himself awake, his mind heavy and hazy with anesthesia. The quiet, rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms interrupted the silence, and he took a deep breath of a familiar sterile scent—St. Mungo's—then coughed violently as his ribs throbbed, which only made the pain worse.

A slender hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him down, a wash of warm, soothing magic in his throat. As his coughing subsided, someone slid his glasses carefully onto his face, and he could finally see.

Draco stepped back, his handsome face exhausted and unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot, his lime green Healer's robes partially buttoned over his normal clothes, a shocking discomposure. His long hair fell loose and limp over his shoulder, frizzing where he'd run his hand through it too many times.

"Hi," Harry rasped. Draco didn't answer, his mouth set in that familiar, foreboding line. "Can I sit up?"

Draco frowned a little, but swished his wand, maneuvering Harry's bed until he was sitting upright. He then stood there, awkward and silent and sullen, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off Harry for even a second, and even more unwilling to admit it.

"Come sit," Harry said. Draco hesitated, but eventually made his way to Harry's bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. Harry tugged on his sleeve until he rolled his eyes and scooted closer.

"Mind if I sit?" Harry asks, his hand on the back of the empty barstool. Draco looks up, surprised, then schools his face quickly into a sneer.

"Far be it from me to turn away the Saviour," Draco says, but it sounds ingenuine, automatic. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Harry smiles, excited and curious and something else, like he's found something he hadn't known he was looking for. He feels real, now.

"Good." Harry sits, feeling triumphant. He waves down the bartender. "Two of what he's having."

Harry reached up to Draco's neck, gathering his soft hair to one side, separating it into three sections. Draco's whole body was tense, holding himself still, his face strained. Harry began to weave his hair with practiced ease, over and under.

"You're reckless," Draco finally said, his voice cracking. "Utterly harebrained. You could have been killed, Potter. You nearly were. There was so much—you weren't breathing—" he cut off with a harsh breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed.

Harry finished the plait, smoothing it down and holding the end with his fingers.

"My wand," Harry said. Draco tensed further, but slowly pulled out the familiar length of wood from the pocket of his robes, holding it out hilt first. Harry slid off the blue elastic, returning it to its rightful place on the end of Draco's plait.

"I didn't lose it," Harry murmured. A tear escaped down Draco's cheek, and he sighed, his whole body sagging.

"I knew you wouldn't." He took Harry's hand in both of his, watching his own thumb move over the scars on Harry's skin. "That's not what I was afraid of."

"What are you afraid of, then?"

Draco looked up. He looked awful, agonized, wretched—and so, so beautiful.

"This, Harry." His hands started to shake, where they held Harry's. "I was sure that losing you couldn't hurt me, if I didn't let you have me to begin with... I was wrong. It hurts, no matter what."

"You haven't lost me," Harry said, uselessly. "You won't."

"Don't you dare, Harry."

"You won't," Harry insisted. "Draco, I'm yours. And I already—I put in my notice a week ago." Draco's jaw dropped. "I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of not being around, for you. I don't know what I'll do, but I have time and money to figure it out, and I'm hoping—I'm hoping I'll have you, too—"

He was cut off by Draco's kiss, hard and fierce and relieved.

"You look like you're about to kiss me," Draco says. He looks equal parts hopeful and terrified.

"You look like you're going to let me," Harry replies. He's close enough to taste Draco's breath; gin and lime. He's right.

"It's about time," Ron declared from the doorway, startling them both. He had one arm around a smug, triumphant Pansy, the other around a shrewd, fond Hermione. For a second, Harry worried that Draco would bolt, but he only groaned in annoyance, hiding his embarrassment in Harry's shoulder.

"'Wand grips', indeed," Hermione muttered, and Harry tried not to laugh, for his ribs. When his joy spilled over, it was with a kiss in Draco’s coconut-scented hair.

that moment when you kin a character so hard you steal bits from their identity (bi and trans)