#prompt fail

I tried to write this as a fic, but it just isn’t working how I want it to yet…so instead please accept this horribly rendered digital collage of the fic concept as a placeholder.

I’m sure this was what you had in mind 😂

Write the Year 2022—Week 11: Microdrama

Very dumb after a very late start. I was trying to do this prompt and failed. But this is a Chandlerian Sonnet (which is not at all sonnet-like) Title: MicrodramaWC: 200 A collective noun for tolling bells: A clang.It’s need to know, wave upon wave, as it’s been.Frigid and shaking as January, we sang,Like coffee can divas on the head of a pin. A collective sigh for one more damned thing: Ill…

I give up on this one. I wrote something and it’s total shit, so I’m not going to post it. I’m sorry, anon, but nothing that I’m writing sounds even slightly like TXF. Raincheck? 

Okay, I'm still writing for another prompt, but I think I should address this one and get it out of the way.

Anon, I'm sorry to inform you--because it's the same answer you received from another user in the Gadreel tag--but I cannot do this prompt.

However, whereas the other user could not do it because of more technical reasons, I can't do it because of headcanon.

Y'see, I read Gadreel as asexual. I don't see him ever being interested in sex, either. Not with humans, not with angels, not with nothin'. And that viewpoint is influencing anything that I could possibly imagine with the prompt you've given me. I can't do it.

"Harry?" Hermione called gently from the entrance to the boys’ dormitories. She looked concerned and less than sure of herself for once. Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "Well… it’s the Slytherins." His eyes darted to the five boxes of chocolate frogs that sat on his nightstand. He bit his lip.

"What about them?"

Hermione looked down ashamedly. “They’ve infiltrated Gryffindor Tower. And Malfoy is asking for you.”

"Fuck," Harry groaned, standing finally to head down to the common room to see about stopping the madness. He left the frogs where they were. Malfoy would have to work for those. "I’ll get them out."

Malfoy’s eyes were on him the entire time he descended the stairs. “Potter,” he said once he reached the bottom. “You stole my chocolate. I’d like it back.” Harry just grinned and shook his head. “Where is it? I’ll take it back by force, you should know by now. Just give it and save yourself the trouble.”

"Hermione," Harry called up the stairs. "You might want to come down and steer clear lest you get hurt." Within moments she was down the stairs and headed to the girls’ dormitories. "You want your chocolate, Malfoy?" he taunted once Hermione was safe. "You have to come get it." And he was halfway up the stairs before Malfoy was there. Fingers grazed the back of his robes and he nearly fell, but he regained his balance in the last moment and made it to his dorm.

"No, you don’t!" Malfoy yelled, stopping the door from shutting with his foot. Instead, he let it shut behind him and he locked the door with a silent spell before he caught sight of the chocolate on the nightstand. Harry was next to the bed facing him, panting but grinning. Chocolate or a breathless Potter… "You’re in for it this time, Golden Boy," he growled before he had him pinned to the bed, the scrawny boy struggling and squirming against the ugly red sheets. "How do you live in this place? It’s so… red.” But he didn’t give Harry a chance to respond before kissing him senseless.