I Think The Absolute Best Way To Write Ron Is To Make Him So Calm And Easy-going And Mellow (in His Pov),

idgaf i will never get tired of the dog motif. it will never be cliche it will never be trite it will never not hit hard. i see a dog coded character crawl back to their owner even after being kicked and the inside of my brain looks like this

[James and Regulus making out]

Sirius, walking in: Hey Prongs— Wh—

Sirius, yelling: Get your hands off my brother you fuck!

James: [raises hands]

Sirius: Now, what the the actual hell is—

Regulus: [also raises hands]

Sirius: Why the fuck are YOUR hands up, Reg

Regulus: I—

Regulus: I didn’t know which brother you meant

“sorry haha, i was just seeking attention.”

Hiii, just dropping by to say I read your Dron snippet and I'm soo looking forward to it, I feel like I already read all their good fics haha!

holy shit my dude this is so sweet 🥹🥹🥹

i can't describe to you the way i shrieked when i saw this, TYSMM for liking my writing AND for being my first ever ask!!!

the dron fic drought (bar dronarry, smut, or both bc ppl rlly like their pwp) is what inspired (read: held me hostage and forced) me to start writing fr 😔 bc i see so much potential for their characters other than their (admittedly very present) sexual chemistry. much philosophical discussions to be had when u're on opposite sides of the (wizarding) ideological spectrum (dw, draco comes fully around, he's actually a sweetheart deep deep deep deep down)

and also, Reveal Thyself anon, don't be shy!! let's be best friends!!! let's braid e/o's hair!!! i don't acc have any dron shipper friends atm, i've been needing to convert all my irl besties by force thru my nonstop infodumping lmao

i was planning on waiting til i've written more chaps to post on ao3, but if you'd prefer me to start releasing what i have rn, totally can do 👍✨

but when tae kissed jin ngl gguk looked kinda jelly... what are your thoughts?

Thanks for the Ask hun.

I don't think he was jelly. Dude wasn't even paying attention. His head was down because he was busy plotting while everyone was laughing their butts off.

Look at his feet. His toes.

He was targeting the frame while Jin was distracted by that Taejin moment.

He is sneaky. Sneaked his toe right onto the frame without anyone in there noticing.

How should I put this...

None of his ships are real except Jikook sis.

Since you are here stream this subpar edit and don't complain. Not sure if I'm getting better or worse at this editing thingy each passing day. Chilee.

Jikook is real.

Class dismissed.

Signed,

GOLDY

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

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 scene™ 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.

. . .

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.

. . .

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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yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

Sometimes you gotta lord your tiny height difference over your sworn rival. I miss early seasons klance.