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Wah, you’re the sweetest and the kindest.

Here, have a Giant Panda busy munching on treats…

Hello🍀

Welcome to my small dragon cave; so nice of you to stop by. Make yourself at home; plenty of comfy space available. Coffee will be served shortly. ☕🥰 Or tea, if you're so inclined. I also have Kombucha. Water is always an option, however alcoholic beverages will never be available. Sorry, not sorry.

💜 Name: || Robyn || Coffeedragon || 💜 Pronouns: they/them 💜 In a nutshell: demi, queer, enby, poly, quirky 🐉 and a 🦋 flitting between 💡. 💜 Ask me stuff, I love getting asks. 💜 Send a prompt. 💜 I only post on AO3 or on this hell-site, though pretty much everything I post on here eventually ends up on AO3. If you see my works elsewhere, in their original form or translated, I didn't post it and whoever posted it did so without my permission. 💜 I frequently write NSFW and kink fics. Wanna talk to me about kink and the lifestyle? Go for it. I'm happy to answer any questions you may have to the best of my abilities and provide resources. 💜 Kinktomato, SALS, DLDR. 💜 Minors, you know the drill, DNI. 💜 I do not allow translations and/or podfics of my stories. Do not repost my stories to other platforms. (some of) my writing: 💜 Cowboy Drarry 💜 Shorts Collection 💜 LPK-verse 💜 Signs of Love (Deaf Draco Series) 💜 All My Harry Potter Fics 💜 All My Captive Prince Fics 💜 Captive Prince Drabbles 💜 When You Get That Come-Get-Me Look In Your Eyes 💜 Escaping Reality 💜 When Draco Met Santa 💜 Underneath The Mistletoe 💜 The Lost Bet 💜 Molten

(some of) my fave pairings: Haryy Potter:

Draco/Harry

Teddy/James

Scorpus/Al

Draco/Ron/Harry

Harry/Teddy

Draco/Teddy

Harry/Teddy/Draco

Sirius/Draco

Harry/Charlie

Draco/Charlie

Harry/Draco/Charlie

Draco/Al Potter

Harry/Scorpius

Captive Prince:

Laurent/Damen

Ancel/Berenger

Nikandros/Jord

Lazar/Pallas

#coffeedragon87 #love this already #thank uuuu #so so much #kindness

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It’s 20 to 11pm and I’m finally packed. For the most part anyway… time to relax. The last bits and boobs go in tomorrow morning. If I forget anything after all I’ll just have to buy it…

Gosh I’m wrecked. But that’s the benefit of leaving packing to the very last minute. It’ll exhaust you and you’ll end up with a good night’s sleep the day before an 18h flight…

#life skills #the coffeedragon version #chaos potato 🥔 #mad packing skills

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#damen of akielos #damen x laurent #damen getting kitten cuddles #utter perfection

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After much silence, and a very busy life, I just posted a brand new chapter for LPK 3…so if anyone who’s following me happens to be into that story, you can read the new chapter here.

#coffeedragon writes #writing work #drarry #lpk #lpk3

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This looks very gorgeous! 💜

So some random Canadian bookstore posted a new capri cover on their instagram story, apparently. Like it's not even an announcement post, it's just on their story with no other information 😭

But I assume this means we're getting new covers from them, in English! I don't know if it's all three books separately or if it's just the first one or if they're doing an anthology. But it's finally happening!

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I write because I love the art of writing. Besides, a lot of what I write never sees the light of day. If I only wrote for accolades none of the pages upon pages of unpublished work would have ever been created.

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

#writing is an art #writing work #write for yourself

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Where Holmes and Watson were in 1895 - hiding from the Oscar Wilde trials

It is a truth universally acknowledged that [I should really stop quoting Pride and Prejudice immediately…] Holmes’s and Watson’s leaving London in The Three Students is connected with the Oscar Wilde trials. Yet 3STU is not the only story set in 1895. To conclusively say that they were in reality doing their best to avoid the public eye the other three stories have to be considered too. 31 of the 60 stories are set in Baker Street, which makes the setting of the 1895 stories interesting…

The Solitary Cyclist: late April

On referring to my note-book for the year 1895 I find that it was upon Saturday, the 23rd of April, that we first heard of Miss Violet Smith. Her visit was, I remember, extremely unwelcome to Holmes […]

I should be none the worse for a quiet, peaceful day in the country, and I am inclined to run down this afternoon and test one or two theories which I have formed.” […]

A rainy night had been followed by a glorious morning, and the heath-covered country-side with the glowing clumps of flowering gorse seemed all the more beautiful to eyes which were weary of the duns and drabs and slate-greys of London. Holmes and I walked along the broad, sandy road inhaling the fresh morning air, and rejoicing in the music of the birds and the fresh breath of the spring.

That is 1) ridiculously romantic and 2) proof that they were indeed quite keen on not seeing anyone (Holmes initially wanted to reject the client and changed his mind when it became clear that the case was going to be in the country, which then prompted several excursions there).

The Three Students: late April/early May

It was in the year ‘95 that a combination of events, into which I need not enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes and myself to spend some weeks in one of our great University towns […] It will be obvious that any details which would help the reader to exactly identify the college or the criminal would be injudicious and offensive. So painful a scandal may well be allowed to die out. With due discretion the incident itself may, however, be described, since it serves to illustrate some of those qualities for which my friend was remarkable. I will endeavour in my statement to avoid such terms as would serve to limit the events to any particular place, or give a clue as to the people concerned.

Or to give a clue as to what really happened. In the year 1895 there were the Oscar Wilde trials, which caused a great many men who were more or less openly gay to “go on holiday” for a few months. Universities were supposed to be more progressive than cities: for example, Oscar Wilde met Robbie Ross at uni. The “painful scandal” Watson is talking about here is about three students who are meant to sit a Greek exam, but one of them cheats. That’s not a scandal: it is basically impossible to do perfectly in a Greek exam. This means this: they had to flee from London because of the public awareness the spectacular trials had caused and went to a friend of Holmes’s. But of course Watson could not say it like that, so he had to invent a virtually new case.

The fact that even though Holmes is clearly everything but thrilled at being anywhere but Baker Street, he is not in London anyway, is fairly obvious: My friend’s temper had not improved since he had been deprived of the congenial surroundings of Baker Street. Without his scrap-books, his chemicals, and his homely untidiness, he was an uncomfortable man.

This is important because 3STU is not the only case where Holmes and Watson leave London for a prolonged period of time. What are they doing in that “university town”? The given reason (research into old charters) is more than suspicious. Yet if you consider the circumstances of the Oscar Wilde trials in April and May it becomes clear that the best thing to do if the slightest rumour about you existed, was to flee. And given Watson’s writing, such rumours must have circulated.

Another suggestive quotation: The exercise consists of half a chapter of Thucydides. The exam papers that are left on the professor’s desk are taken from Thucydides, probably by his most famous work on the Peloponnesian War. Thucydides was a Athenian historian who lived in the 5th century BC and is known for being an analyst and “scientific” writer – he credits humans with their actions, not the gods. Furthermore, Athens (the most “glorious” city in Greece) was his home, but he was exiled for something that was not his fault. Does this sound like someone? Holmes, maybe? Here, Watson had to choose an author, so he chose one who mirrors Holmes.

Moreover, Watson will not identify the town even ten years later: a clear sign that they had to protect somebody – and their hiding place.

Black Peter: early July

It starts with a few clues of exactly how Watson sees Holmes: “I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year ‘95.” and “Holmes, however, like all great artists, lived for his art’s sake” (come on, sound even more like Oscar Wilde – oh, not possible, I understand…). He also calls the year “memorable”, which it must have been – Holmes and Watson spent a nice part of it most purposefully not in London, i.e. hiding somewhere.

The story is set in early July. Just as a reminder, Wilde lost his third trial against the Crown on May 25, and everybody involved who had not made his way to the country or continent yet or had returned like Holmes and Watson, did so then. Initially, Watson is at home in Baker Street, but Holmes is not: my friend had been absent so often and so long from our lodgings, which implies that even though Holmes has to be in London for some reason, he does his best in order not to be available or even findable. Watson even tells us explicitly that and exactly how Holmes is hiding: Holmes was working somewhere under one of the numerous disguises and names with which he concealed his own formidable identity. He had at least five small refuges in different parts of London, in which he was able to change his personality.

But what other 1895 cases does Watson refer to?

In this memorable year ’95, a curious and incongruous succession of cases had engaged his attention, ranging from his famous investigation of the sudden death of Cardinal Tosca (ITALY)–an inquiry which was carried out by him at the express desire of His Holiness the Pope–down to his arrest of Wilson, the notorious canary-trainer, which removed a plague-spot from the East End of London (UNSAVOURY PART OF LONDON, and according to Google Maps SIX MILES from 221b Baker Street). Close on the heels of these two famous cases came the tragedy of Woodman’s Lee, and the very obscure circumstances which surrounded the death of Captain Peter Carey (IN THE COUNTRY). No record of the doings of Mr. Sherlock Holmes would be complete which did not include some account of this very unusual affair.

He is never at home or somewhere reachable…

The whole thing ends with this line from Holmes: “If you want me for the trial, my address and that of Watson will be somewhere in Norway – I’ll send particulars later.” Apart from the pun on the trial, this mostly shows that Holmes is taking the chance of leaving the country, apparently “for a case”, for a very long time – he had virtually no case-connected reason to go to Norway (he could have sent wires to clear up the loose strands, as he always does, and anyway Norway is not important for the case), but Norway is far enough from London to be safe, is it not? To put it in a nutshell, the case begins with Holmes hiding and ends with Holmes and Watson leaving the country on a trip that will mean that they will not be traceable for a while – Holmes’s detective friend (and he does like Hopkins) only gets a “promise for later”.

The Bruce-Partington Plans: November 

Watson begins the narrative with a statement of the date: “in the third week of November, in the year 1895”, and goes on to clarify that he and Holmes have not left the flat for four days, asserting that this happened because of the “dense yellow fog”. Translation: it has been six months since Oscar Wilde’s trials, the waters have mostly calmed down, but it would still be unwise to be too noticeable to the outside world, and Holmes and Watson are hiding. Indeed, so much so that only Jupiter leaving his orbit (i.e. Brother Mycroft) can drag them out of Baker Street. This impression is reinforced by the association of the colour yellow with caution – they simply cannot risk being overly visible, but are in Baker Street because everything else (given Holmes’s famous habits) would attract even more attention.

In conclusion, Holmes and Watson do their best not to be where people could find them throughout the year 1895, starting comparatively “small” in The Solitary Cyclist, where the situation is not too dangerous yet and they thus still officially live in Baker Street, to the full-out flight in The Three Students, which is set exactly during the most important trial, over the slightly less conspicuous “I’m out working” of Black Peter, which ends with a long holiday in Norway for Holmes and Watson, to lying low in 221b in order not to avoid suspicion and trying not to appear in public at all. Watson, you are terrible at hiding evidence in your stories…

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I had a long weekend, most of which was spent being delightfully introverted and ignoring the world.

As part of that long weekend, while everyone around me celebrated St. Patrick's Day, I binged (and am still binging) on the old Sherlock Holmes series with Jeremy Brett as Holmes. The above quotes give me life.

Holmes’s and Watson’s pet names

(How Holmes and Watson call each other)

Watson’s for Holmes

“My dear Holmes”: 16 times

“My companion”: over a hundred times (I’m refusing to count any further)

Holmes’s for Watson

“My dear Watson”: 94 times 

“My dear boy”: two times (this means exactly what it sounds like)

“My boy”: nine times 

“My dear doctor”: two times

“My Watson”: three times

There is an awful lot of possessive pronouns here, if you start to think about it…

Could they appear more married if they tried??

#sherlocked #sherlock/watson #sherlock x watson #you'll never convince me they weren't in love #my dear boy #so queer

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Writing Woes

I truly wish I had the energy to write, but I don't. And I keep telling myself that that's OK. Some days the message gets through, other times it really doesn't.

Don't get me wrong, I am not short of ideas. I have a fabulous scene stuck in my head that could either be an original short story or the beginning of my book, but I am also stuck on a name for the main character. I see them very clearly, their mannerisms, how they feel, what they think, how they move, and that very specific smile they have that warms a room. But the fact that I don't have a name for them, and can't find one I truly like, means that there isn't a chance that this plot bunny will make its way out of my head and onto a piece of virtual paper. That's just how it is.

And then there's the fact that I write Harry Potter fan fiction. I've always held a deep love for many of the characters in the book, in particular Draco, but also Harry and Ron and Teddy. My love for Narcissa was a bit of a learnt experience, but she grew on me.

As a queer, nonbinary person, however, JKR's recent statements on Twitter/X and her subsequent misinformation and deep-seeded hatred for my community have made it difficult to find any joy in writing. I've always written queer characters, and in recent years I've played with gender expression as well. It was my silent 'up yours' so to speak. I long since accepted that JKR is a transphobe and a truly vile human being, though if I am perfectly honest there was a tiny spark in me (the one that looks for the good in people in even the darkest of places) that hoped she might come around and realise my community isn't something to fear and despise and hate on.

It's safe to say, that spark went out. It was extinguished by what I would liken to a Niagara-sized swell of water. While I didn't find it hard to give up on her, I'm finding it astonishingly hard to return to my beloved very queer and very amazing characters. I may have borrowed them, but in my stories, I gave them a different life, a different experience... I moulded them into characters I admire, people with integrity and heart, people full of kindness and acceptance; things I've not always had a lot of in my life.

I'm hoping that I will eventually find my way back to appreciate and love the characters I've adapted to fit a story I wanted (and still want) to tell, but at the moment I am feeling a gigantic disconnect. Not from writing, but from those characters. Even hearing their names hurt. This all adds up and it does really make it difficult to write, to concentrate for long enough without remembering that my community was vilified, and continues to be vilified across the world. Our mental health and emotional wellbeing is being used as a political weapon to garner support from truly despicable people.

I can't help but feel that this world has become an awful place, and while I will continue to fight and advocate for my rights and the rights of my community, I have to draw the energy for that from somewhere. Because contrary to popular people, writers do not have infinite resources of energy. If we did, I'd be so very happy. It would mean that I could disappear in a world of my own creation, surround myself with beautiful souls and kind characters, people who are inclusive and loving and supportive. I do have a few people like that in my life but I am also very aware that I cannot constantly leech off their energy. It'll exhaust them, diminish their shine.

So here I am, frustrated about the lack of names for my characters, the total disappearance of energy, frustration with the world, and struggling to be seen in a world that doesn't really afford me a lot of space to be who I am. Writing used to be an escape from that, a place where I could forget about all the madness and could create madness that I had control over.

#original writing #writing stuff #life of a writer #too much transphobia in the world #fuck transphobes

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My heart 💜

Our son 💙

#teddy lupin #I’ve so much love for you #the terf doesn’t own you #we made you the queer gorgeous person you are #my heart just grew three sizes #heartstopping #heart canon: Teddy is nonbinary

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Scream in horror and run as far as I possibly can...

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Writing Woes

I'm in the middle of putting together the next chapter for my WIP. Now, in my writing document I have several chapters written, I've got notes on how I want to describe the room, what emotions I want to convey, all that jazz. It's all a bit of a jumble and a lot of it will be rewritten, deleted, added again, rephrased...if you write yourself, you get the gist. If not, welcome to a basic description of the madness that is my writing process.

Now, I'm perfectly fine with all the above. It's how I write; first comes madness, mayhem, and meltdowns, then comes some semblance of something I can potentially post. Fairly low on writing energy (though that's besides the point), the below ginger monster (and his brother) is/are keeping me completely occupied.

Hey, I'm down here. Stop staring at the cat (he ain't going anywhere, I promise you!) and cast your eye at the next paragraph.

So, what's actually driving me nuts? Well, simple. My brain had this absolutely mental idea that I could perhaps write the whole chapter from the POV of a different character. While that's not a bad idea, it goes against everything I'd planned for the chapter. I'm also not sure whether it would actually work. And lastly, my brain now refuses to entertain anything but my harebrained idea. For three days in a row I've been waking up to mental images of a scene I never intended to write.

I'm all for unexpected plot bunnies, but this is seriously interfering with my jam.

#life of a writer #coffeedragon writes #the writing process #writing woes #welcome to my brain #did you come for the cat or my rambles?

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I waded back into the realm of scrap art... The original plan was to draw underwater grass, colour it and then add these gorgeous purple dolphin stickers. Alas, any of my attempts to draw underwater grass ended in my annoyance and instead of allowing negativity in, I changed course and used stickers instead. I think the whole thing turned out quite beautifully.

@julcheninred, the usual honorary mention 💜

After the break is a typed version of the quotes, in case you've trouble reading my handwriting (happens even to me!).

1: The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For humans, it is to know that and to wonder at it.

2: When a dolphin swims into your life, then it's time to add plenty of joy and playfulness into whatever you do.

3: If I had to come back in life, I'd return as a dolphin... they're always smiling; always playing.

4: There's no question, dolphins are smarter than humans as they play more.

#chaos potato 🥔 #coffeedragon scrap art #dolphins #scrapbooking

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I love writing short fics, what I don’t love is that I set out to do the above, driven by the need to bring something into my virtual paper, only for my brain to get distracted and insist that I fill in this, fill in that and by the end of it I have 3000 words.

fics that are like 500 to 1200 words or so often have a particular kind of energy to me - like the author sat bolt upright in bed, struck by the most brilliant inspiration of their entire lives, and then typed as fast as their fingers would allow them to in order to capture it all before it left.

oneshots that are just a straight, clear shot from the brain to the page with no real filter in between? that's good stuff right there.

#my brain works in mysterious ways #weird writing #I can’t help it alright

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-The Summer Palace -

#my heart just grew three sizes #my heart is melting #this is fucking perfect #gorgeous art! #i’m in love with both of them

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✧ - It was one Kingdom once  - ✧

Damen from the Captive Prince trilogy

As i promised, the Damen to my most recent Laurent! Do not separate them, they're in Love