#phanphiction

New painter fic!

Based on the new lore docs we get in this part and his rewrite

It is a HUMAN AU

Read the tags pls

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65168626/chapters/206002846

Heres the next chapter of my carrow fic. Sorry it took so long,,

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I'M AT 7.6415 SENTENCES, STRAWBERRY. WHERE YOU AT???

I just discovered that Google Drive links no longer work on Archive of Our Own. I got a rude awakening to this when I opened one of my own fanfics and discovered that my artist's cover image is no longer displaying.

I did some digging and found that Google Drive is now listed as an "unsuitable site" on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/posting-and-editing?language_id=en#embedimage

(From this ask game. Send me an ask to participate!)

I knew you'd pick that one if you decided to play the game. I knew it. It's just too in-your-face Clockwork, and it's painfully descriptive about it. XD

Sadly, this is the one that has the least to share. I'll share it in its entirety and then talk about it.

Clockwork has discovered how to create pocket dimensions and is creating one now He is going to experiment to figure out how to prevent Danny's gruesome death. It's beautiful, in its own way: the gasses coil and cling to each other and to the basin below, as if afraid to be parted from each other. He parts them from the basin slowly, thinking it important to honor their reluctance lest they rebel and leap back into their home.

There was this day a month or two back when I was on a Harry Potter kick and was re-reading and -watching the scenes where Harry and Dumbledore explore Voldemort's past in the Pensieve. There was something about the way the Pensieve is animated in the movies that just captured me, and I imagined Clockwork using something similar.

But his "Pensieve" is different. It is used to create pocket dimensions, and the way I imagine it, just, I wish I could do it justice -- I imagine that the basin is full of this beautiful neon teal substance that's neither gas nor liquid, but somewhere in between. It's like smoke or mist that has a life of its own. The strands of mist cling to each other and sink downward instead of floating upward, like liquid nitrogen. As Clockwork removes this little orb from the basin that will serve as the "seed" of his pocket dimension, those neon teal gasses sink from it and coil beautifully against the backdrop of his dark, almost black lair, and just -- 👌👌🔥🔥 I wish I could animate this, y'all. I'd at least hope to draw it someday. The image in my head is so hauntingly beautiful.

And I think it ended with her dying(?), so Erik had to leave. There was also a part where she took him shopping and told him that one day his compositions could see the light too. It was on FF.net, and in my memory, it was very well-written but it’s been so long I can’t remember the title at all.