A place for readers to go, “that did not just happen”, when something just happens. Favorite authors: Sarah Dessen, Kelley Armstrong, Sarah J Maas, Rick Riordan.
hey sorry your boyfriend’s escaped from azkaban. yeah, er, we don’t know how he did it either. no no one knows where he is. probably gonna have to put up mugshots of him… yeah think you’ll see him everywhere you go. and he’s heading for the school you’re teaching at too so, er… he’s gonna haunt you at your every turn. sorry about that
the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
Okay, so I just saw a tiktok saying "hey, ao3 is not tiktok. Do not censor words, especially in the tags." I stg people are losing brain cells. The tiktoker then proceeded to show an example of the tag they saw which was:
"s..cidal ideation"
I don't know who needs to, once again, hear this, but you are stopping the tagging system, and filtration system from working.
People censor words on platforms like tiktok to stop the algorithm from picking up their video and automatically taking it down or restricting it.
A tagging system works so that other people can easily filter the content they do and don't want to see. So if some had "suicidal ideation" in their filtered tags so that they won't see things containing that subject matter, by censoring the word suicidal, you have now stopped the tagging/filtration system from working and now the individual is going to see content that they had made sure to filter out.
Please stop censoring words and/or phrases. Especially in tags. You are literally stopping the system from working and doing its job. Ao3 (and Tumblr) is not tiktok. The tags are there for a reason. Don't censor them.
One could say Regulus Black was excited at a point in time to meet his soulmate, of course that changes when he finally meets them.
Or
The one where Regulus gives his soulmate the silent treatment for nearly five years.
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Once upon a time Regulus Black had believed in soulmates.
In the idea that everyone had a perfect match. An other half pre-destined by the powers that be.
Every witch and Wizard had one, born with their soulmates words tattooed on their skin. Secret words that would be spoken between the two upon their first meeting.
Despite his family having a long history of ignoring these marks, he and his brother had been read numerous stories by their older cousins. And the hope that he’d one day find his soulmate bloomed.
Sirius found his soulmate his first year in Hogwarts. He’d written within the week of the event, about how Remus Lupin was everything he could have dreamed of and more.
With this in mind Regulus had been excitedly optimistic about entering his first year of school.
His parents wanted him in Slytherin, but that was fine. His soulmate could be at Hogwarts and that would be enough.
On September ninth, Sirius had excitedly dragged him by the hand across the platform toward the scarlett steam engine, up until he spotted Remus, then he’d practically vanished in his haste to greet the boy.
Leaving Regulus behind.
He didn’t see him again until he’d been sat on the stool in front of the entire school, the hat on his head announcing to the great hall that he was a Slytherin.
He told himself again it didn’t matter. He’d known he’d be in Slytherin; the words on his hip predetermined it. Though he’d never shared that with anyone.
Still his gaze went to Sirius to find his brother’s gaze focused on his lap. No move to clap or wave in his movements.
Head held high Regulus joined his classmates, ignoring the flair of his own disappointment through out his meal.
He’d been following the other first year Slytherins out of the hall when it happened.
Someone shoved into him just as he stepped through the large doors leading out to the hall. He bumped into the person in front of him, but managed to right himself before he could fall flat on his rear.
He turned, unclear if an apology was about to leave his lips or a hex.
The culprit beat him to it.
“Oh Sorry, I-” James Potter laughed, “well if it isn’t the newly crowned Prince of Snakes.”