[life is beautiful]
Jul. 6th, 2005 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reenkaSometimes I really... really love fandom. Man.
Just when I think I've seen everything in terms of the things people can do to fanon!Draco or whatever-- I clicked on an aff.net fic with the summary, 'When Harry walks in and finds his enemy in tears what could possibly happen to bring these two together.' Because clearly I haven't read enough emo!Draco fics lately... except it wasn't about Draco. Note the telling 'his enemy' bit.
Yes, indeedy. I've found the first H/D fic (so far) where Draco's name isn't even Draco, but Allan (because the author-- who's not the one posting, but her 'friend'-- apparently 'doesn't like' the name Draco). I quote, "They act the same way it is just a name change." :D :D :D
I LOVE THE WORLD >:D
This just puts a whole new spin on the old chestnut about how badfic authors change everything but characters' names :D :D 'Cause fear no more, gentle readers: that too, could be eliminated if you just have the will. The courage. The fortitude and creative vision. Verily.
The most beautiful part, I think, is that nearly every reviewer (mind you, this is -aff.net-!) then reacted with woe and outrage at this despicable abuse of canon, and random fangirls claimed that though they too, may not like the name 'Draco', but it's the canon that counts :D :D And then someone questioned passionately how could -anyone- dislike such a glorious, beloved and honorable name. Yes, indeed.
To quote one of the reviewers: who the hell is Allan?!?!? Last time I checked there was only one Malfoy heir and his name is DRACO or DARCONIS. Not allan.
~~
EDIT - To mark this momentous occasion, I wrote a drabble about (who else?) Prokofius Potter & Allan Malfoy. Ahem.
- Allan-world -
When Prokofius got up in the morning, he was certain something was off, but he wasn't quite sure what.
He put on (mismatched) socks absent-mindedly, and ambled down to breakfast, listening to Ron's reassuring babble with half an ear. He slurped at his oatmeal and pondered his hard, hard life as Malfoy stalked toward him, a determined look on his pinched face.
"PP!" Malfoy called, grinning meanly. Sometimes Malfoy also called him 'Prok-boy' and 'Fie-fie', but apparently today was a day for acronyms and getting on Prokofius' nerves. But then, every day was a day for that.
"Malfoy," Prokofius said dully. "Why don't you just crawl back under the rock you, er, crawled from?" he said, wincing. That really sounded better in his head.
"Is that the best you can do, Fie-fie?"
Ron choked on a piece of bread, but grumbled loyally and started to stand up. "Leave Prok-- I mean, leave him alone, you ferret-head!"
Prokofius slid forward a little on the bench, wishing Allan would find a new source of entertainment. He suspected he wouldn't bug Prokofius so much if he just got a new wide-screen TV like the one Dudley had; Prokofius had no proof, however.
"Can't Proks speak for himself?" Allan jeered.
"Go find a Hufflepuff to-- I mean, go pick on someone your own size, Malfoy," Prokofius said forbiddingly. "I have better things to do than listen to your pointless taunts."
"Ooh, big words from a big man," Malfoy grinned. "You haven't grown too big for your britches, have you? That would be frightening, considering their size...."
"Malfoy," Prokofius growled.
"Yes dear?" Allan chirped sweetly.
"Later, -Allan-."
Allan smirked at the sudden attentive look Hermione was giving him and nodded. "Sure thing, Potty," and he flounced off.
"What did you mean, 'later'?" Ron asked, chewing thoughtfully on a noodle.
"Something seems a bit off today. Can't really put a finger on it." Hermione sipped her orange juice. "It's just a matter of time, of course."
Prokofius groaned. This probably meant using long words and possibly twisting the truth a little, and he hadn't even gotten to his coffee yet.
Just when I think I've seen everything in terms of the things people can do to fanon!Draco or whatever-- I clicked on an aff.net fic with the summary, 'When Harry walks in and finds his enemy in tears what could possibly happen to bring these two together.' Because clearly I haven't read enough emo!Draco fics lately... except it wasn't about Draco. Note the telling 'his enemy' bit.
Yes, indeedy. I've found the first H/D fic (so far) where Draco's name isn't even Draco, but Allan (because the author-- who's not the one posting, but her 'friend'-- apparently 'doesn't like' the name Draco). I quote, "They act the same way it is just a name change." :D :D :D
I LOVE THE WORLD >:D
This just puts a whole new spin on the old chestnut about how badfic authors change everything but characters' names :D :D 'Cause fear no more, gentle readers: that too, could be eliminated if you just have the will. The courage. The fortitude and creative vision. Verily.
The most beautiful part, I think, is that nearly every reviewer (mind you, this is -aff.net-!) then reacted with woe and outrage at this despicable abuse of canon, and random fangirls claimed that though they too, may not like the name 'Draco', but it's the canon that counts :D :D And then someone questioned passionately how could -anyone- dislike such a glorious, beloved and honorable name. Yes, indeed.
To quote one of the reviewers: who the hell is Allan?!?!? Last time I checked there was only one Malfoy heir and his name is DRACO or DARCONIS. Not allan.
~~
EDIT - To mark this momentous occasion, I wrote a drabble about (who else?) Prokofius Potter & Allan Malfoy. Ahem.
- Allan-world -
When Prokofius got up in the morning, he was certain something was off, but he wasn't quite sure what.
He put on (mismatched) socks absent-mindedly, and ambled down to breakfast, listening to Ron's reassuring babble with half an ear. He slurped at his oatmeal and pondered his hard, hard life as Malfoy stalked toward him, a determined look on his pinched face.
"PP!" Malfoy called, grinning meanly. Sometimes Malfoy also called him 'Prok-boy' and 'Fie-fie', but apparently today was a day for acronyms and getting on Prokofius' nerves. But then, every day was a day for that.
"Malfoy," Prokofius said dully. "Why don't you just crawl back under the rock you, er, crawled from?" he said, wincing. That really sounded better in his head.
"Is that the best you can do, Fie-fie?"
Ron choked on a piece of bread, but grumbled loyally and started to stand up. "Leave Prok-- I mean, leave him alone, you ferret-head!"
Prokofius slid forward a little on the bench, wishing Allan would find a new source of entertainment. He suspected he wouldn't bug Prokofius so much if he just got a new wide-screen TV like the one Dudley had; Prokofius had no proof, however.
"Can't Proks speak for himself?" Allan jeered.
"Go find a Hufflepuff to-- I mean, go pick on someone your own size, Malfoy," Prokofius said forbiddingly. "I have better things to do than listen to your pointless taunts."
"Ooh, big words from a big man," Malfoy grinned. "You haven't grown too big for your britches, have you? That would be frightening, considering their size...."
"Malfoy," Prokofius growled.
"Yes dear?" Allan chirped sweetly.
"Later, -Allan-."
Allan smirked at the sudden attentive look Hermione was giving him and nodded. "Sure thing, Potty," and he flounced off.
"What did you mean, 'later'?" Ron asked, chewing thoughtfully on a noodle.
"Something seems a bit off today. Can't really put a finger on it." Hermione sipped her orange juice. "It's just a matter of time, of course."
Prokofius groaned. This probably meant using long words and possibly twisting the truth a little, and he hadn't even gotten to his coffee yet.
