Personal Update: I don't really have an update for you. :/ I am writing, off and on, but nothing serious and mostly just for funsies. However, if you have a request, drop me a PM - still checking my messages and always looking for inspiration. :) My various fandoms/pairings lately have been (in no order): Star Wars (Padme/Anakin, Rey/Poe, some Rey/Kylo); Inuyasha (Kagome/Seshoumaru, Kagome/Inutaisho); Avengers (Loki/Darcy, Loki/OC); Divergent (Eric/OC); Twilight (Jasper/Bella (sitting on a 13k fic that's going nowhere), Paul/Bella); Harry Potter (Hermione/Tom Riddle lately, not so much Ginny/Draco anymore...I know, I know, blasphemous); X-Men (Rogue/Logan, Rogue/Gambit); Legend of Zelda (Zelda/Link/Ganondorf). Really, anything that strikes my fancy. I actually (embarrassingly enough) even have a Vampire Knight fic I've been writing too...like I said, all over the place! If you're really looking to be dissatisfied, you can message me and request whatever half-written thing I have in a notebook. I'll type it up, most likely re-find inspiration, write a little, and send it to you. Lately, since I've hardly had any time to write, if I do decide to dive into writing I haven't had any issues with inspiration. Lucky me! We'll see how long that lasts. - 3:26 p.m., 3/22/16

Name: Roma

Age: 24

Location: Alaska

Member of: The DG Forum

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A Matter of Discourse: Really, Ginny Weasley should have known there'd be trouble with Draco Malfoy's son. It was inevitable. As was the destruction of her brand new name plaque, flying at the elder Malfoy's head. It was just a slip of the fingers. Honest. DG.

Quote of the Moment:

“So, to begin: what do you believe went wrong with your previous conference? Mr. Malfoy can answer first, and then you, Ginny,” Penelope instructed.

“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” Malfoy asked with a charming smile in Penelope’s direction, who merely continued to look coolly interested. “There once were two poor redheads who had the absolutely brilliant idea of procreating—"

“Mr. Malfoy,” Penelope interrupted sharply, sparing a quelling glance at Ginny, who looked like she was sporting a new make-up under the name of Apoplectic Alizarin. “I’d appreciate it if you answered the question maturely.”

“That’ll be hard for him,” Ginny informed Penelope with an angelic smile.

Broken Mirrors: Sometimes Ginny just wanted to break mirrors just so it'd be certain to live for another seven years. She wondered if seeing her face splinter like Draco's mind already had would be worth it. DG.

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Quote of the Moment:

She could smell him, leaning over her shoulder and casually twining his wand in her hair. He smelled like fresh copper, musky salt, and soured sweat. She knew what that meant: blood, sex, and fear.

Ginny jerked forward, half twisting away from him and pointing her wand directly at him. Malfoy lounged against the back of the loveseat, splattered in crimson and leaving bits of someone else whenever he touched anything. He had replaced his wand to wherever he'd drawn it, those lazy grey eyes settling on her like he was observing a particularly well trained mouse.

Catharsis: Exposure to the other inevitably leads to destruction, but they don't care. It was always more fun to play with the resulting pieces, anyway. A pastiche of two people locked together in kismet. PT.

Quote of the Moment:

She spun, feeling the arms of the wind keeping her balanced and eyes making love to the stars, and then—she struck him. Like two fallen stars colliding, she struck him and felt an explosion of feeling that rocketed through her like a pulse. Pansy broke her gaze with the stars, eyelashes fluttering down to indicate her change in focus to the slimly muscled arms that anchored her securely.

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The lovely GinnySue7 has translated Thunder and Lullabies into Chinese. You can find it at: tieba . baidu . com / p / 4230410737 (remove all spaces). Thank you!