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Harry Dresden
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My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk.

RP account. Post Skin Game but pre PT/BG. Banner and icon art by @imaginariumnexus on Bluesky. All posted art also by @imaginariumnexus unless otherwise stated. 18+ only.
Hold on to your hats, keep your chins up, and stick together, Paranet friends. I know it's been rough out there.
May 12, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Egads.

I'm a very literal man, okay?
January 2, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Pretty sure he was born grumpy. He'd spit out his pacifier and glare at anyone in eye range.
December 22, 2024 at 12:51 AM
If I so much as sneezed in the wrong direction, that guy thought it was evidence that I was practicing black magic. Falling on my face was probably reason to whip out the sword and go all Queen of Hearts on my head.
December 22, 2024 at 12:35 AM
Yeah, once upon a time he would have been taking *detailed* notes about every single time I fell on my face.
December 22, 2024 at 12:29 AM
Jim's a fair sight better at putting my weird old life into words than I was in my journals, that's for damn sure. Guy knows how to prose.
December 21, 2024 at 5:40 PM
Oh, you know me. Always playin' it cool. Too cool for school. Except when I fall flat on my face, but who's counting *those* incidents?

Don't answer that.

Have yourself a good Solstice too, Cobble.
December 21, 2024 at 5:37 PM
Wow. That brings back memories.

No, things are very different for me now. Very, very different.
December 21, 2024 at 5:28 PM
...Maaaybe.
December 21, 2024 at 3:58 PM
Yeah, I got a lot of context for things in the periphery, but full immersion is different.
December 16, 2024 at 5:18 PM
Yeah, that happened too. There may have been a little bit of fire, and sprinkler systems going haywire. That was a bit later, though.
December 16, 2024 at 4:56 PM
Then we'd break for lunch and cram ourselves into an overcrowded, noisy food court and chow down on greasy hamburgers and lots of fries. We'd plot our next escapades over milk shakes.

This is the kind of stuff memories are made of. Magic.
December 16, 2024 at 4:54 PM
It was a multifaceted experience. Holistic. Friendship and weekend meanderings and sultry summer days. The tinny, electronic music and explosions and other sound effects swirling around the arcade, and the shouts of excitement when a game was won.
December 16, 2024 at 4:53 PM
No, I'm a spring chicken. I shake my fist and yell "Get off my lawn!" in a very youthful manner.
December 16, 2024 at 4:27 PM
What is that sound I hear? It's the theme from Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing in my ear.
December 11, 2024 at 9:35 PM
Good luck with that, pal. I'm sure you'll do just fine, with all the friends around you who've got your back. Oh, wait. You don't have any friends, do you? Wonder why.

Watch out for this guy, folks. He may look a lot like me, but he's *not* me. Do not engage. Except for petty mockery.
December 11, 2024 at 9:26 PM