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heyjude19-writing · 2 months

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Putting nostalgia aside, what in your opinion makes dramione greater than other Draco pairings? I love both equally personally, but I’d love to know as time has gone on, I now myself have a preference which i now gravitate towards on the basis of their“technicalities”.

So putting aside the nostalgia, what tropes, characteristics of each, do you find more fascinating or more unique in either pairing?

(Usual disclaimer that I'm a "ship and let ship" person and all fanfic portrayals of these fictional characters are valid, this is just a silly, long-winded opinion 😘)

Hmm, I don't think I would say it's "greater" (everything is subjective) than any other pairing, but if you're asking why dramione has remained my favorite, it's simply because I find them the most compelling. We get a lot of hermione in the books, sure, but as we're in harry's head for almost all of canon, i found myself interested in exploring her character and all its glory and flaws without the veil of harry's pov. I adore her intelligence, of course, and her capacity for kindness, but she can also be ruthless (keeping Skeeter in a jar, Marietta Edgecombe), unflinchingly pragmatic (her disdain for divination, wiping her parents' memories), and morally grey when it suits her interests (every book, y'all, every book she is breaking/bending rules with harry/ron).

I'm not going to even attempt to dig through my past asks because tumblr searches are terrible, but I've written before about Draco's unfinished and unsatisfying canon narrative. He is set up several times over to have a somewhat forgiving arc but ultimately it falls flat and it's a stupendous waste of potential for an on-page redemption. It makes him a fantastic character for fanfiction at least.

And so I prefer dramione for what it makes these two confront about themselves and each other. They have shared trauma, or at least overlapping trauma touchpoints, that can lend themselves to some gutwrenching conversations. A relationship, a friendship, fuck even earning the right to breathe in Hermione's vicinity is going to require a lot of soul-searching, apologizing, unlearning of hateful rhetoric and probably a fuckton of therapy for draco. I dont view dramione as opposites so much as complements and there's a vast potential for drama and angst and these two seem really intense in their desires to succeed in the world as very loyal, tightly wound, ambitious over-achievers.

I don't know honestly, it just makes me happy to think about them happy together. Put these two in some situations and let them kiss.

I adore drarry too of course, but harry and draco's animosity is often focused on draco confronting personal conflict/differences vs their ideological differences.

#dramione #fic thoughts #asked and answered #i just want all the traumatized bbs to have happy endings

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rockingrobin69 · 5 months

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Draco Malfoy: avid reader, passionate horse-lover, biscuit-inhaler, and always, always composed. Even when stuck in his old ancestral home for a dreary season, and especially when things start spinning out of control. With creepy Lord Riddle and weird murderous schemes and, worst of all, rude stable hands intent on 'saving' the proverbial 'day'. Yes, he's keeping oh-so composed, thank you for asking. Victorian era sort of mystery with murder! Romance! Horses! Humour! And Draco who's finally learning to, ah, let go of the reins.

In Defence of Good Taste

Choice tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Draco Malfoy is a brat, Draco Malfoy is a horse girl, dom/sub, mystery, secret identities, how to say gently: daddy issues

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“Hold!” a voice he didn’t recognise. Draco paused with a curious brow raised. “No-one’s allowed to take this mare. You’ll be so kind as to put her back, my lord.”

“How do you mean?” Draco frowned.

“She’s the young sir’s own horse, and he doesn’t allow anyone to ride her. If you’re a guest of Lord Malfoy’s, then you’re free to pick any of the other, most excellent steeds.”

Draco didn’t know whether to be amused or outraged. “Are you saying Isolde is not most excellent?”

“Well, if you ask me, she’s a little bit prissy, terrible temperament, and altogether not so—hey!” when Draco rounded behind her and stabbed an accusing finger in the man’s chest. “You’re—oh.”

“Oh,” Draco breathed out, dangerously. “Oh, indeed. One more word about my horse, and I’ll—who even are you?”

The man—boy?—gulped, bright green eyes wide behind round glasses. “I’m Harry. And you’re—”

“Draco,” as venomously as he could spit it. “Draco Malfoy.”

“Oh.”

He was shorter than Draco, but wider, a strong-looking build. Possibly around his age, give or take a year or so. Dark skin and darker hair, wide brow and respectable jawline. And stupid, as was painfully obvious from his remarks about the world’s best horse. “You’ll have to apologise, of course,” Draco smiled icily.

“I’m sorry, my lord, I didn’t realise—”

“To the horse.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Harry opened and closed his mouth twice. “To the—horse?”

“Apologise to Isolde. For someone to speak of a divine creature so coarsely is an offence to nature herself. Apologise, now.”

Harry’s mouth was slightly open. He had very red lips. “I,” he said, and gulped, “am. Sorry. Isolde.”

“For speaking so coarsely,” Draco offered helpfully.

“For speaking so coarsely. You are of course a divine creature and I regret besmirching your name with my foul mouth. Is that enough, my lord?”

Read In Defence of Good Taste, new-shiny wip, prologue and chapter 1 posted on AO3!

#drarry fic #Robin is alive i promise i promise #lately not much has been giving me joy #but today i read this and it did #so i'm sharing it with you #it's funny a little sad a little different #brat horse girl draco is ticking so many of my boxes currently #and when smut will come to play - oof!#drarry wip

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tgrailwar-zero · 1 month

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So little guy, where are you from? Do you live here in the city or are you visiting?

LITTLE GUY: "We sleep in by the Port! It's foggy sometimes, but sometimes it's sunny! We were sleeping, but now we're awake!"

LITTLE GUY: "...Mm..? We're... awake?"

LITTLE GUY: "Hm... I dunno! I dunno!"

KUKULKAN: "Not as much as I'd have hoped... we can talk more once we're done."

KUKULKAN: "...Fair enough, hehe. I guess someone has to be the one to tell Rider. I'll go get the boys."

KUKULKAN: "Oh, it's probably fine! But, just in case, we'll save it for later."

LITTLE GUY: "Bye, bye!"

They waved, wandering off down the Archives.

With that decision made, you got to the fun part. Research.

The Heavenly Divinity had been summoned as a warrior during the Lunar Grail War. One of the 129.

She hadn't been summoned in this way before. An old god, in a newer form. A dragon in the form of a fox. A goddess in the form of a mortal.

Her name was T█████=M██████████.

Was. At that moment, it was.

The stories of humans had weaved together a strange tale, it seemed. But that was fine. She was quite fond of weaving, after all. Her identity was fluid, one that shifted like the water, and danced between the gates of shrines.

'Caster', her Master called her. The maiden of the Hirota Jinja Shrine, a 'Caster'. Humans had called her many names over many years, but that was a new one.

While many saw her as a Kitsune, a simple fox-spirit, this Servant was a Shinko-ō. A divine 'dragon-fox'. A daughter of the heavens. Terrifying and beautiful, she was summoned by a hopelessly hopeful master for a hopelessly hopeful cause, and fought for it with every ounce of her being.

And then, the Titan struck.

She watched as the Servants of the Moon did everything they could, and knew it wasn't enough. She had seen this Titan before. Fought this Titan before-- and knew that the boundless strength of Heroic Spirits were not enough for it. And so, as they fought, she readied herself.

The Titan could only be defeated by divinity. Divinity unchained by humanity, and free to run wild and untamed. And so, the single-tailed fox gathered power, power that she had promised to never coalesce again in another life. -

You continued reading, though it felt like you were slipping further and further into a haze.

It felt more like a conversation. Like someone was speaking to you, gently by your side. The voice, delicate and feminine, seemed to whisper in your ear.

"There's something laughable about the idea of a 'lonely god'. Gods should be worshiped. Respected. Beloved. My Master held a deep contempt for humanity. He hated their contradiction, their twisted affairs, their violent nature. But he accepted it as well, knew that their violence would lead to peace. That if there was something truly terrible in the world, their differences would be set aside, and they would be saved. He could calculate, but understanding was out of his reach. And yet in his struggle, in his constant theorizing and thrashing about, he held something beautiful. A spark. A beautiful soul. Perhaps that is why I was summoned at his side. I am your goddess. I am your God. And, my beloved people of the Solar Cell, I selfishly ask of your forgiveness. Selfishly ask for your hope. Selfishly ask for your acceptance. I cannot tell you the reason, but I selfishly ask for your sacrifice as well."

You eventually reached a passage that held you tight. You could feel eyes on you. Burning, yet cold. Rushing water accompanied by the sound of crackling flames. Violent, yet calming. A contradiction.

'Amaterasu'. 'A M A T E R A S U'?

That cannot be my True Name. Amaterasu is kind. Gentle. The warm rays of the sun, that satiate those that dance under her gaze.

I am violent.

I am powerful.

I am the Great Fox Spirit. The Konjiki Hakumen. The Lady of Purification. The Goddess of Mukoyama. A mere facet of the Sun.

I create life.

I shine with the heavenly bodies.

The Servant of Amaterasu Ōhirume no Mikoto. The wrath of Tenshō Daijin. The flesh of Sume-Ōmikami. I am her untamed nature made manifest.

The waters of the Lunar Sea bow to me as they purge the world of evil. The flames of the Solar Cell burn for me as they purge the world of fear.

The great Titan will be cast into the Lunar Sea, and all shall be well.

Such is the will of--

You heard snapping in front of you, knocking you out of your trance.

ARCHIVIST: "I don't mind you resting your eyes, but the Archives are closing. Best to get a move on, right?"

Looking down, you realized that you had stopped reading at some point, though it was difficult to tell when. The book had been clamped shut, your smoke-like, tendrils (vaguely shaped in the form of hands) clasping it tightly.

#long post #thgw story #main post #thgw: chapter 5 #endless whispers #item usage poll #nasu isn't the only one that can play syncretism tennis

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antiodote · 2 years

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she helps him shave

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“can I do it?”

she was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, watching him as he stood in front of the large mirror in his bathroom. he was clad in a pair of colourful joggers and nothing else; truly a sight to see.

“hm?” he turned his head in her direction, giving her his full attention. “do what, angel?” his tired eyes were on her, the domestic nature of it all was nothing but comforting.

“shave your face, I mean. can I do it?” she realised somewhere within the second of her asking the question that the mere notion might be silly. a bit overbearing, maybe. but before she could overthink it, she was met with an amused smile from her love.

“you wanna shave my face, doll? do you have any experience? wouldn’t want you to butcher my pretty face, darling.” he mocked. they were smiling at each other, his joke clearly setting the playful mood. he always teased her to no end. “y’know what? forget I asked-“ she moved to get up from her seated position when two hands suddenly pushed her back down.

“no! no, honey, I was only joking!” he had a hard time containing his laugh. “I’m sorry, y’know I can’t help it. I’d love for you to shave my face, actually.” he hugged her close, her face smushed against his chest and his hands in her hair. she attempted to roll her eyes to further sell her annoyed façade, the giggles escaping her throat, however, cut her game short.

she really, really liked his jokes.

“hm, if you insist…”

he moved his hands from her head to her face, moving her to look at him. in one slow but swift move, he connected their lips for a sweet and tender kiss, ending the gesture with a peck on the nose.

he really, really liked kissing her.

“oh, what would I do without you, hmm?”

“I don’t know, die, probably.” she says, her arms still slung around his hips. he chuckles. “probably, yeah.”

“right, better get started then. we don’t have all day, do we?”

with that, he picks her up from the toilet seat and gently puts her on the bathroom counter, gaining a squeal from her sweet lips. she moves her thighs apart for him to stand in between them, and he does just that. within a few moments, he hands her the shaving cream and razor, wanting her to take over. he rests his hands on the edge of the counter, right beside her thighs, and leans down a bit so she can get started.

“wait, let’s get this hair out the way first.” she blindly reaches behind her in an attempt to reach the tiny wicker basket on the counter housing all of their shared hair ties and scrunchies. she coincidentally picks out a velvety pink one, matching the velvety blue one that is currently holding her hair in place. she moves to gather his longer hair in a tiny puff at the crown of his head and ties it all together. a few flyaways here and there remain, but she doesn’t mind.

she grabs the bottle of shaving cream and shakes it just enough, after which she sprays a generous amount on her palm. once it looks like it’s enough, she goes to spread it around her love’s face. who, by the way, looks like he’s on cloud nine, with the way his dopey smile adorns his face.

“what’s got you all happy today? it’s way too early for this much glee.” she asks, further spreading the shaving cream along his jaw. he takes a second to answer, making sure her eyes were on his, and chuckles once again. “well, I’ve got a terribly cute girl sitting here, right in front of me, in nothing but her underwear and my shirt, currently spreading shaving cream on my face. and once we’re done here, we’ll spend the entire day together. we’ll go for a long walk and get some coffee on the way. and we’ll be wearing those cute matching outfits that she picked out and I just can’t help but feel like it's too good to be true, that’s all.”

harry often worried that he was being too gushy around her, that his compliments and praise would end up driving her away from him; that his need to spend as much time with her as possible would be considered weird or insecure. he knew that he was diving into everything a bit too quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when it felt so right.

harry had only been with her for five and a half months. an incredibly short time, compared to the grand scheme of things. however, he was sure that she was his person. his endgame. the one. it sounded corny in his head, especially given that none of them had even said those three words yet. but it was a gut feeling. a safety that he had been chasing with any other partner he ever had. nothing ever compared to this; the warmth, comfort, safety and ecstasy he felt were his drugs, and he was addicted. his only hope? that she felt the same way.

“you know, those are some of my favourite things to do with you. maybe I should consider myself the lucky one, after all.”

“or maybe, I just know you well enough at this point.”

“yeah, or that.”

she started dragging the razor down his still slightly puffy face, careful to go with the grain, not against it. both of them fell silent. she was too focused on the motions of her hand to talk, and he had no problem admiring her while she did her best. or closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her breath on his face. what neither of them knew, however, was how both of their minds were running a mile a minute. her heart was still racing from his joyous description of the day he had planned. just the two of them, that’s all they ever needed. at least, it was all that she needed.

she couldn’t quite believe she got this lucky. sure, harry got jealous, got quite impatient from time to time and had a hard time telling her when something was up. but behind any of that was a man, a good and honest man, who wanted her around. who enjoyed her company. who laughed at her jokes. who appreciated her help. who held her at night. who made her feel good. she was convinced that someone like that, man or woman or whatever else, didn’t exist for her. she believed, for a long time, that she was meant to give, but not to receive. that she was meant to hold, not to be held. that she was meant to love, not to be loved.

she thinks he might love her. maybe. just a tiny bit. but she knew, with every fibre of her being, that she loved him. she loved him. she loved him, so, so much.

what she didn’t know? he felt the same. he loved her. he really, really loved her.

“all done!”

he opened his eyes and was faced with her smiling face. he stepped aside to examine her work in the mirror and was surprised to see that she had done a perfect job.

“I think you might’ve been a barber in your past life, darling.”

he stepped back in front of her to bring his arms around her waist. a kiss on the lips was her reward. “thank you, I feel wonderful.”

she kissed him back and held his now clean-shaven jaw in her hands. “you’re welcome, I’m glad you feel good. I’m sad to see the moustache go, though.”

he scoffed. “you only liked it because it was fun to sit on, angel.”

with that, she shoved him away and got off the bathroom counter, her middle finger raised high above her head as she stepped out of the room. a sweet “fuck you, styles.” lingered in the air after she made a break for the bedroom to get changed. he followed shortly after, like a lost puppy, finding her in the middle of the room. she was now in his trousers, shirt and cardigan and opted for long, worn-out wool socks to keep her feet warm in the october cold. as she stood there in front of him, he felt like he was looking at an extension of himself. a piece of his heart, growing by the minute. a piece of him with her, a piece of her with him, always. their eyes met in silence. her eyebrows rose, challenging him. his heart felt like it was wearing a knit sweater, his insides warm and fuzzy. their smiles grew and grew until they cracked.

“I love you.”

silence fell. and then, laughter rose. kisses given, hugs received, tears shed. but all was good, they were in love.

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1.5k words, not proofread (sorry!!) lowercase intended. i hope you like this one ! i happen to love it <3

#harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles soft #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles drabble #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you

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yellow-yarrow · 10 days

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"Now some of you might want to know whether demons still exist in the Elysium world in some way or form, I’m going to leave it hanging)." (x) okay well what is this then

Joyce Messier - "*A Deuill*," she pronounces: "*Who being of great Charme and Guille, sneaketh into the homes of the Godlie*." Conceptualization - That dialect is Ubi Sunt?. You recognize the quote from somewhere. A play, written way back in the Franconigerian century... Electrochemistry - Beneath her waterproof raincoat and silk shirt is a body imbibed in Numb 12 perfume. You are suddenly and intimately aware of it. You - "*And perswades them to addict themselues to his seruice...*" Joyce Messier - "Ah, you know more than you let on..." She gives you a coy little smile. "Philosopher-Detective of Precinct 41." You - (Nod.) "Devil Woman."

Harry is quoting from Daemonologie by King James VI (x)

Daemonologie [..]was first published in 1597[1] by King James VI of Scotland (later also James I of England) as a philosophical dissertation on contemporary necromancy and the historical relationships between the various methods of divination used from ancient black magic. [..] Daemonologie included a study of demonology and the methods demons used to bother troubled men. The book endorses the practice of witch hunting. This book is believed to be one of the main sources used by William Shakespeare in the production of Macbeth. (x)

the funniest thing is that I couldn't find Joyce's quote in Daemonologie. The sentence before Harry's quote is this:

Their mindes being prepared before hand, as I haue alreadie spoken, they easelie agreed vnto that demande of his: And syne settes an other tryist, where they may meete againe. At which time, before he proceede any further with them, he first perswades them to addict themselues to his seruice:

The only place I found that exact quote, was an article about Tony Blair, (published in 2014) (x), where he is described as some ancient evil demon. (it's pretty funny)

I think it's interesting how "Devil Woman" is mostly mentioned when there is something that reminds Harry of his ex

Joyce's perfume, which is "Sweet like the scent of chewing gum on some letter, long ago..."

Klaasje (blond young woman in disco era clothes, has birthmarks on her face - Dora had freckles)

Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman book

another smell that is related to Dora is cinnamon

Apricot Chewing Gum Wrapper - There it is again -- the scent of apricots, with a touch of cinnamon. Smells like the end of some distant summer. The surface of another planet, or some ancient temple.

From Sacred and Terrible Air:

(..)was whispered into Fakkengaff’s ear by the very soul of debauchery. She had the white wings of an angel, but the breath against the disc jockey’s ear had been hot with passion, smelling of cinnamon and primal evil.

^ again with the evil thing (and aren't demons fallen angels?)

Daemonologie was written to endorse witch hunting and through the game there are times where Harry can say some pretty sexist stuff about women (calling them whores and devil women) so it's fitting

so. don't know where I'm going with this but pretty interesting stuff

#correct me if im wrong. is there a source for the first quote anywhere else #de meta #disco elysium #*taking notes* Shakespeare exists in elyium *goes to my pepe sylvia board* strangely fitting tony blair article. demon women? dolores dei?#I have a really hard time reading old english so there isnt much i can say about it

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elliebyrrdwrites · 2 months

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I am terrible at visual art. I used Bing AI creator and then blended them on Procreate. AO3 it is.

...For the first time in years, he spoke the two syllables that trounced through his mind regularly. Like some kind of torture he signed up for.

The release was cathartic. The sound of it on his lips was relief. Granger.

Her back went ramrod straight as she glanced over her shoulder. Granger gasped as a mix of emotion flashed across her features. She was both livid and frightened.

But it didn't stop the same maniacal laughter to burst from him. He felt relief. He felt excited and jittery.

Until she took off running.

Draco was left reeling. Draco was left with aching and longing and exhilaration.

He knew magic existed but never before had he considered that miracles could possible exist. Not for someone like him. He never once considered that by some divine intervention did he stand the chance at some sort of precipice of a new day. A second chance within the life of his forced reckoning.

But now….

Now maybe…

Possibly.

#fanfic #dramione #dramionefanfic #dramione fanfic

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adenei · 2 months

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Welcome to My Life

New fic! New fic! New fic!

Well, it's not really new. It's been sitting in my drive for about a month and I honestly just forgot to post it.

Summary:

Being in a relationship is not all it's cracked up to be—especially when it's not with the right person. But what can Ron do? He's stuck between a rock and a hard place, not knowing how to let Lavender down easy OR how to find a way back into Hermione's good graces. So, he does the next best thing: ignores the problem. Which is fine until he and Harry run into a bit of a sticky switchuation.

6th year AU a la Freaky Friday with an Advanced Switching Spell gone terribly wrong—or perhaps right, depending on how you look at it.

Chapter 1 on AO3 or read below

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“Trouble in paradise?”

Ron flips off a sniggering Harry, but keeps his pace as he ignores the calls of his girlfriend. “Won-Won! Wait! Where are you going? I thought you were going to walk me to Divination.”

Fuck that.

He can practically hear the pout in her voice, but there’s no way he’s turning around or walking all the way across the castle just to double back to the common room. It’s his free period for fuck’s sake. And he’s never been more excited for one.

Ron is desperate for the break—both from the constant, never-ending rigor his teachers keep pressing upon him and from her. It seems like every time he turns around she’s right there waiting for him. After class, during meals, in the common room after a long day of classes. Can’t a bloke just have some time to himself? Why does she feel the need to be attached to his hip all the damn time?

It’s not that he doesn’t like Lavender. She’s his girlfriend for crying out loud. But Merlin, has she always been this annoying? And clingy? It definitely wasn’t like this before Christmas. At least he doesn’t think so. But ever since they returned from the holidays, it's been ten times worse. All she wants to do is snog and he…doesn’t.

Maybe it’s because everything about her lost its appeal when he opened that horrific gift on Christmas morning. A gaudy, fake necklace? In what reality could she ever believe he’d want something like that? It was a simultaneous slap in the face while having a bucket of ice water dumped on his head. A stark reality of how well she didn’t know him—how well they didn’t know each other—and it was something he couldn’t overlook anymore.

Of course, it was all made worse when his first thought upon receiving the gift (after a hearty what the fuck?) was ‘Hermione would have never given me something like this.’ And while it was true, it was also the catalyst that spurred the downward spiral contributing to the very obvious, very slow demise of his current relationship. Which would go faster if Lav could cotton on to the fact that Ron’s lost interest. But he is losing hope that she’s going to get the hint, even in the midst of him blowing her off for the sixth time this week.

Once he and Harry round the corner and are well on their way up the grand staircase toward the common room, his best mate speaks again. “I still don’t understand why you can’t just chuck her.”

“Have you ever chucked a girl?” Ron sighs, tightening his grip on the bag slung over his shoulder.

“No, but—”

“Exactly. I don’t want to, like, hurt her or anything. Or blindside her.”

Harry snorts. “Well, if she’s blindsided at this point, then that’s entirely her fault.”

“She has to start getting the hints eventually. Maybe I just need to be more obvious,” he mutters.

“I don’t think you can be, mate.”

Harry’s probably right. Lav has to be ignoring the signs on purpose. Because in addition to bolting out of the room following any shared classes, Ron’s also taken up extra Prefect duties, rearranged his meal schedules, taken to studying in empty classrooms in the evenings (but never the same one so she doesn’t find him), and encouraged Harry to go out to the pitch for extra practices to avoid her over the last four weeks.

Only once has he been dragged out of the common room for an underwhelming snogging session where he succumbed to it for about twenty minutes—and only because he was thinking of someone else—before he made up some excuse about not feeling great and disappeared back to the boys’ dormitory. It’s amazing how much clearer his mind can be when it’s not distracted by a constant assault of sticky lip gloss and a tongue being shoved down his throat. And how much more he can accomplish. Ron’s pretty sure he’s further ahead on his coursework than Hermione is at this point. Not that he understood all of it. He still missed Hermione’s help with that.

Fuck. Hermione.

As if reading his thoughts, Harry contributes more to their stilted conversation. “Yeah, well, if she doesn’t, I’m sure you could just make nice with Hermione again. I bet that’d help her get the hint.”

Ron rolls his eyes. He knows why Harry’s suggesting it. His best mate is sick of splitting his time between the two because they can’t seem to get their shit together. And yeah, Ron would like everything to go back to the way it was, with the three of them being friends again, but he has no fucking clue how to fix things. And it’s not like breaking up with Lavender is going to magically solve anything.

According to Ginny, Hermione still snogged Viktor. Which is why Ron let Lavender snog him. Then Hermione set those fucking birds on him, they didn’t go to Slughorn’s fucking party together, and now they haven’t spoken in two fucking months. Ron wouldn’t even know where to begin to try and rectify the shit show that is their friendship—if there’s anything left to salvage at all.

Ignoring Harry’s suggestion, he changes the subject, desperate to talk about anything other than Lavender or Hermione. “Want to get that advanced switching spell practice out of the way when we get back to the common room?”

“You actually want to do work? Thought you were planning on taking a kip by the fire.”

Ron shrugs. “Yeah, but it seems dead useful. Might be a good skill to have for the Aurors.”

“True. Alright, yeah, we can give it a go. McGonagall might give us extra house points if we can pull one off too.”

For whatever reason, Professor McGonagall had revisited switching spells today. At first, Ron thought it was laughable, given they were first-year spells. But then he’d actually paid attention to her lecture. Like really paid attention. More than usual. It was during her explanation of the types of objects and animals you could use that Ron realized there was more the professor was saying if you read between the lines. Especially with the war against You-Know-Who looming outside the castle walls.

Who knew when something like this could be beneficial to them? Like switching owls to gain intel through intercepted letters or even switching places with someone else if Polyjuice wasn’t a ready-made option. Not that McGonagall had expressed any of that in the lesson, but Ron could extrapolate. It wasn’t that difficult.

And if they could pull this off, it’d be beneficial to have in the future, which Ron plans to tell Harry once they’re alone. A fleeting thought to include Hermione passes through his mind, but now isn’t the time. Maybe when they’re on better terms. If that ever happens.

“What are we going to use though?” Harry must have been rambling because he stops and stares at Ron after giving the Fat Lady the password.

Oops.

Ron must have tuned him out. “Oh, er, hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

They climb through the portrait hole as Ron considers their options. Sure, they could play it safe and stick to switching similar objects, but that wouldn’t be enough to impress their Transfiguration professor. They had to challenge themselves. But with what?

And then, it hits him clear as day. Owls. Sure, they’re still the same, but also different.

“Is Hedwig in the dorms? Pig was there this morning. I bet we could use them!”

Harry looks warily at Ron. “Er, are you sure? We’ve never attempted the spell.”

“We’ve done it hundreds of times on animals that were similar in size. Hedgehogs, rabbits, tortoises. Pig’s small, yeah, but Hedwig isn’t a giant, so that shouldn’t cause an issue. Plus, they’re so different, we’ll know right away if the spell worked and then switch them back.”

Harry eyes him a moment more before giving in. “If you say so.”

“Brilliant. I’ll go grab them.”

It doesn’t take long to retrieve the owls, and by the time he returns back to the common room, he sets their cages on the table in the center of the room. Hedwig stares curiously at Harry while Pig flits to every corner of the cage, eager for whatever is about to happen. Harry puts his hand against the metal, stroking the snowy owl’s feathers from between the bars.

“It’ll be alright, just a quick practice for Transfiguration.” Then he turns to Ron. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

“Right. What’s the spell again?” Ron asks.

“You don’t remember?”

“Uh...”

Harry groans. It’s not Ron’s fault Lavender chose the exact moment McGonagall was going over the incantation to slide a note under the desk to him, her fingertips grazing his inner thigh in the process. Parts of him hadn’t gotten the memo that he really wasn’t interested in her like that, so he’d had to crumple the paper in his fist to get a grip.

All he can offer Harry is a weak look in response, and he’s pretty sure his best friend puts the pieces together. Holding up his hand, he shakes his head. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know. It’s either Inter se Mutatio or Altera Mutatio. But I don’t remember which.”

“Is it in the text?” Ron reaches for his bag, but stops when Harry’s eyes bug out of his head.

“Okay, you and Hermione seriously need to get sorted because I don’t need two of you.”

“Fuck off.” Ron snorts. “You know I wouldn’t care about looking it up, but since we’re about to perform a switching spell on our owls, I’d rather be accurate. Unless you want something to go wrong.”

“Yeah…right,” Harry begrudgingly agrees, but doesn’t seem convinced. “Well, it’s not in there. At least I don’t think it is. McGonagall usually tells us what page to open to if we’re working on something out of the book. This…wasn’t.”

“Ah, right. Well, do you remember the difference between the two?”

“No. Just that one should rarely be used, unless it’s a dire circumstance. Whatever she meant by that.”

Ron resists the urge to smack his forehead. He has a distinct feeling that McGonagall is teaching them this on purpose, yet Harry can’t be bothered to pay—fuck, maybe he is starting to sound a bit too much like his other—former—best friend. He seriously needs to lay off the studying. And he will. After they practice this.

“Okay, well, think. Which one did she discuss first?”

Usually, McGonagall will tell them the spell first, and then end the lecture by reiterating it before giving them time to practice. So, chances are, whatever she said in the middle was the one they shouldn’t use.

“Er…” Harry squeezes his eyes shut to think. “‘Inter se’. She definitely said ‘inter se’ first.”

Ron nods. He seems to have some recollection of this. But then he remembers the end of the explanation. Just before the bell rang. “Didn’t she end with ‘altera’ though?”

“Yeah, but that was right after she explained what not to do.”

“Right. Yeah. Alright, let’s go with ‘inter se’ then.”

They each practice the wand movement a couple of times before Harry gestures for Ron to try. “Want to go?”

“Y-yeah. Sure. It’s not gonna be, like, painful for them, is it?” All of a sudden, hesitation swept over him.

“She never said. But when we did it with animals and stationary objects, they always seemed fine. Besides, McGonagall wouldn’t have taught it to us if it was dangerous. Right?”

“Y-yeah. That makes sense. Didn’t Sirius always used to say Animagi transformations weren’t painful too? Just uncomfortable until he got used to it.”

“Exactly. So, they’ll be fine. Just don’t fuck up the incantation.”

“If I fuck it up, it’ll be because you told me to use the wrong one.”

Harry waves him off. “Just do it so we can enjoy the rest of our free period, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ron raises his wand, pointing it at Hedwig. Always start with the bigger object and move to the smaller one. Harry stands behind his owl, and it appears as if he’s holding his breath.

Bloody tosser doesn’t have faith. Well, I’ll show him.

Without delaying the attempt any longer, Ron begins the spiral motion with his wand while stating the incantation confidently. “Inter se Mutatio.”

As he finishes the flourish of the spell, his wand jerks off course, seemingly of its own accord. The tip is pointed at himself by the time it settles. For a moment, nothing happens.

“What the fu—”

“Uh, Ron, what did you—”

Then, a weird rippling feeling comes over his entire body. His wand clatters to the floor and Pig and Hedwig begin hooting frantically in their cages. Ron tries to look for Harry, uncertain of what is happening, but before he can lay eyes on his best friend, another peculiar sight distracts him. The spitting image of his body appears before him in ghost form.

Oh shit. This isn’t good.

He’s not sure what he’s just done, but he doesn’t have a chance to make sense of anything more. Unconsciousness threatens to take over, and the next thing he knows, his lifeless frame crumples to the ground.

#romione #a la freaky friday #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp fanfic #ronmione #romione fanfic #6th year au

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💚💙 Recently Read Fics - March 2023 💙💚

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these!

💚 Even My Phone Misses Your Call by @wabadabadaba (796, G)

Slide 3 on merch NOW

Or, Nick comments on Harry's Instagram picture after not talking for one year and five months.

💙 Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie (5k, T)

Moving to a new city is always difficult, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

That is where omega Harry Styles finds himself a few months into his move to Brighton.

Then a mysterious alpha's scent enters his life, and he finds that he can't stay away.

💚 i wanna give it to you by @non-binharry (5k, E)

Alpha mom Harry and omega dad Louis decide to have another baby. Ironically, parenthood gets in the way.

💙 one chance (kiss him you fool) by @voulezloux (5k, M)

the five times louis tries (and fails) to ask harry out. and the one time harry finally gets the balls to ask louis out.

💚 Wanna Feel The Edges Start To Burn by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (6k, E)

The one where Louis has a meltdown in front of a stranger, but it turns out better than he ever could have dreamed

💙 Everything I need, I get from you by @lunarheslwt (6k, M)

It’s Valentine's day and Harry wakes up fatigued. Louis shows him that a change of plans is not a bad thing, and that the day can still be perfect as long as they spend it together. A quiet day full of love ensues.

💚 my heart’s against you chest, your lips pressed to my neck (i’m in love now) by @bottomhaztoplou (8k, T)

Five times Louis gives Harry a courting gift and one time Harry reciprocates.

💙 i’m torn by @track-five (8k, G)

one direction is set to perform in the live lounge the day before their fifth album is released, and a terribly ill harry will sing whether louis likes it or not

💚 Checking Them Out?: How To Use Your Library Science Degree To Get an Alpha by @insightfulinsomniac (20k, E)

When a flirty, attractive alpha patron checks out an entire shelf of literature on omega behavior and omega rights, Harry can’t help but wonder why the man is so interested — is he a really attentive partner, or is he just a creep?

It doesn’t help that this alpha visits weekly to exchange his books… and that he smells absolutely divine.

Whether he likes it or not, Harry has a crush.

💙 Every Lover’s Got A Little Dagger In Their Hand by @pocketsunshineharry (22k, E)

Harry Styles’, marriage counselor extraordinaire, has helped many couples rekindle their love and mend their relationships. Unfortunately, his own love life is in shambles. Cue one Louis Tomlinson, cutthroat divorce attorney, charming, infuriating, sarcastic and all around the bane of Harry’s existence. Too bad his office is right across from Harry’s new office, and they cross paths almost daily. Oh! Let's not forget… he is also Harry’s one-night stand from hell!

Does the attraction between two complete opposites really exist, or is it just a myth?

💚 You Can Hear It In The Silence by @imogenleefic (235k, E)

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls.

2) Becoming homeless.

3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends.

He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race.

Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend.

If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads.

That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

#28th appreciation #we’re bluegreening this month 💙💚#pretty sure this is my shortest monthly rec so far…#monthly recs #fic rec #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hlcreators

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i MUST hear your thoughts on "im your man" by mitski and how it's the ginny/harry/sirius trio anthem in "beasts"...must hear

what have you done asking me about this...... a great and terrible mistake........ the air is thick with sirens...........

basically i'm your man is an absolutely perfect song about feeling unworthy and undeserving of the love someone gives you, and a feeling of great dread that one day the other person will realise it and leave. it is - for this reason - so eye-wateringly ginny-sirius-harry coded i simply cannot bear it. that whole album (the land is inhospitable and so are we) is heaven and there are so many songs on it that have been absolutely dynamite for getting the juices flowing with this fic (the frost and star are my hinny anthems for chapter 12 👀)

so i am taking a short dissertation writing break to offer an entirely unhinged rant about i'm your man complete with some mild beasts spoilers because apparently i care a lot about this inexplicably. thank you so much for humouring me!

you're an angel, i'm a dog or you're a dog and i'm your man you believe me like a god i'll destroy you like i am

the first verse plays with the idea that there are three tiers of being - dog, man, angel/god - that all exist in relation to each other. the narrator sings the song to put themselves down. you're an angel, i'm a dog - meaning, i'm lowly nothing compared to your pure divine greatness. in the next line, a twist and advance on that idea: you're a dog (faithful, honest, loyal, loving easily and with such trust) and i'm your man (the one who is responsible for you, who you look to protect and sustain you, who is unworthy of that kind of adoration). you believe me like a god - you trust and believe in my power and ability to take care of you and guide you. but then: i'll destroy you like i am - the only real godlike power the narrator identifies with is the capacity for destruction and ruin.

ok partly it's... you know....... the dog thing because i am very on-the-nose. (obviously sirius as padfoot, but also the distinctions in the wizarding world between beings as the moral civilised entities vs the beasts, the wild and lawless and violent magical creatures). but it's also this suggestion of hero worship and adoration from one character to another, and the object of that kind of love struggling to feel worthy of it and fearing the power it has given them over the other person. it's such a huge vibe for how i'm thinking about these characters !! i feel like it works both for harry and sirius' relationship as well as harry and ginny's: the love and reverence harry has for sirius, when sirius is filled with so much self-loathing and guilt and awareness of his own failings as a parent figure, and the way harry comes to love ginny and think of her as this pure singular light and symbol of all his hopes for a bright and good future, which (i think!) would be a lot for ginny to take on and live up to and feel deserving of. there's even shades of it in how i imagine ginny feels about sirius in the flashbacks - little ginny looking up to sirius like he's a god, hanging off his every word, sirius backing away from being responsible for this child's admiration and desire for guidance from him.

i'm sorry i'm the one you love no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me, i should die i deserve it, don't i

i mean this is a pure sirius verse imo also with such harry shades to it ('i deserve it don't i' pure ootp harry angst). but i see some of ginny in this too ('i'm sorry i'm the one you love' - her wish that she could just be such cool and chill and easy and trying to live up to this idea harry sometimes as of her as so strong and stoic and able to deal with things, and then her feelings when all that comes crumbling down....)

i can feel it getting near like flashlights coming down the way one day you'll figure me out i'll meet judgment by the hounds

the feeling of being hunted! sirius and harry as wanted men! ginny getting found out and caught in her secrets and half-lies! 'i'll meet judgement by the hounds' god. god

people always gave me love others were never to blame after all you believe me like a god i'll betray you like a man

i think of this verse as the sirius and ginny verse. here the narrator locates the source of their unworthiness internally, not in being deprived of love by others, but in something fundamentally broken and tainted inside them. sirius as a character can't blame a total absence of love for what he's become - he was loved, he blames no-one but himself for the loathing he feels for himself. ginny, too, could not have been more loved, both before the TMR ordeal, but also thereafter - she comes from a family that adores her, she is widely liked and admired; but still, there's something missing in her sense of self. i do not wish to spoil future chapters but yeah this is bit is a Big Mood as we come closer to understanding ginny's war and what it asked of her

in chapters 10 and 11 of beasts, i started to play with this idea of the traitor, of a person who has made a great and terrible choice to betray the people close to them and in doing so revealed a true self that was there all along but lay dormant. so far in the fic, i've tried to thread in a lil drip-drip-drip of questions about the self, who a person really ever is, and about the choices characters make because of their sense of who they are, especially moral choices, in a war and under a regime that must, ethically, be resisted.

of sirius, harry, and ginny, so far it's sirius who knows most about what it is to be a traitor: someone who spent the bulk of his life assumed to be a turncoat, who is consumed by his hatred of wormtail and the memory of his treachery, who can't even begin to grasp the layers and dimensions to his own brother's betrayal, and who fundamentally still thinks of himself as a traitor to his best mate, believing himself to having 'as good as' killed lily and james. harry is the one who's full of trust, throughout the war:

'“No,” Harry said out loud, and they all looked at him, surprised. The firewhisky seemed to have amplified his voice. “I mean . . . if somebody made a mistake,” Harry went on, “and let something slip, I know they didn’t mean to do it. It’s not their fault,” he repeated, again a little louder than he would usually have spoken. “We’ve got to trust each other. I trust all of you, I don’t think anyone in this room would ever sell me to Voldemort."'

“No, I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.” Harry knew what Lupin was getting at: that his father had been betrayed by his friend, Peter Pettigrew. He felt irrationally angry. He wanted to argue, but Lupin had turned away from him...'

ginny, of course, knows what it is to be betrayed - by her first real friend, by her own brother. but i just think these two final lines, the twist on the first verse, are such a huge huge mood for drawing some of these ideas to the surface as the plot inches (v slowly lol) forwards - the idea of a character who has had every faith put in them by someone who loves and believes in them, who fears that they wll buckle under the weight of it and betray that love and trust in terrible ways. to betray you like a man - for the great moral sin to be something inherent to no other creature or being but man - is just such a powerful cool as shit line that is really gettin me going for writing the next bit of this fic.

wow i didn't even know how much i cared about this song but turns out it's a lot???? troubling for me!

#beasts #sirius black #hinny #mitski the woman that you are #that whole album is fire #i got told off for insisting i don't like my mind was a christmas song and sticking it on on christmas day #like sorry it's MY song of worship?#beasts spoilers

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spiders-hth-is-an-outlier · 10 months

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Okay, this may come off sounding overly Buffypilled, but I think the fatal flaw that keeps preventing the pieces from coming together in SyFy's The Magicians (a show that is often good in its elements but Does Not Cohere) is that it can't figure out the nature of its core metaphor around magic.

But Milo, you say, maybe not everything has to be like, a metaphor? Maybe it can just be a fantasy show where people cast spells and bop around between dimensions because it's fun and entertaining? And to that I say, yeah, theoretically it can be that, but stuff that wants to be emotionally resonant is usually not that.

So there's typically an operative metaphor to these things, an idea that gives structure to the supernatural elements and helps us understand what's going on thematically. So like in Buffy and Supernatural, the structuring metaphor is The Pleasant-Seeming World Vs The Monsters Below Us. You understand the story by locating various characters in terms of their role in the conflict -- predators, protectors, prey -- and there's an ongoing tension around whether or not it's okay for protectors to dabble too much in Monstrosity, if the powers and tactics of the Monstrous can ever be repurposed for good.

That's not the structure of all stories, even in that genre! Teen Wolf and Harry Potter both have "secret occult world parallel to the familiar one" premises, as does The Magicians, but none of those stories impose the predator/prey metaphor onto their worlds. Teen Wolf structures its metaphors around the opposite assumption: that the supernatural element (The Wolf) is inherently neutral, and that accessing it makes characters simultaneously more dangerous and more capable of good. Hunters are bad guys in that universe, but good guys in Buffy and SPN, because the audience understands that "magic" is carrying a different set of meanings in the different stories, right?

The novels that The Magicians is based on has an extremely clear and pointed perspective on the meaning that magic carries metaphorically, and it's a positive meaning. Magic stands in for the power to make sense and meaning out of your own life, which is why the books follow Quentin's process from being a frustrated child using escapist child-stories to distract himself to playing an active role within those stories to assuming authority as a Magician King to ultimately killing the god of his childhood fantasy stories and creating his own Magician's Land to explore. Gaining more magic is always good in the books; it makes Quentin more sure of himself and the world, and it makes him more able to change it. It's an obvious metaphor for evolving over his 20s from a child who consumes stories to an adult who tells his own story.

But that's not the case in the show. A significant percentage of the show is an argument with itself about what magic even is -- does it solve problems or create them? If it's the reason lives across the multiverse are constantly at risk, is that bad? It sounds bad! But it's also power, and the show is highly sympathetic to the desire to Have More Power -- often completely divorced from the purpose or use of power. Gods seem mostly terrible, except Persephone, who's right to give Julia divine power, which we want Julia to be able to keep? But why do we want Julia to be a god? They're terrible! It's not clear. The nature of the power isn't clear, but the show has a general bias toward more power being a good thing -- except that the Library clearly has too much power, and so probably does Brakebills, both of which withhold magic for purposes that are protective or elitist or both? The show advocates for fewer restrictions on magic, but it also shows total carnage resulting from minor fuckups with magic, so -- does it really want the Library to just throw open to the floodgates? Doesn't it pretty strongly imply that a bloodbath would ensue if people had unfettered access to magic?

I realize it kind of sounds like I'm saying complicated stories with conflicting perspectives are bad, but I'm not. I just think it's difficult to know how to feel about anything that happens in the show because of this extremely loose approach to its use of themes. Alice is presented as wrong and bad when she tries to stifle magic, because the other characters like magic, but is she wrong? Why is she wrong? Why do the other characters like magic so much? It's presented as something that provides -- meaning or joy or some quasi-spiritual sense of identity ("the secret heart of who you always were"), but the show doesn't actually make that case, it doesn't demonstrate that the characters are better or happier because they're Magicians -- not in the same clear way that Scott McCall or book!Quentin are demonstrably more confident and comfortable and wiser at the end of their stories than they were at the beginning. As many times as I've watched The Magicians, I have to say I get less convinced every time that any of them benefit much from being Magicians -- and yet the story itself seems sure that they do, that magic has inherent value of some kind.

That's a weird combination, and it leaves me with the uncomfortable sense that the addiction metaphor is the one the show is fleshing out most fully. Fogg offers Quentin magic in exchange for his pills. Julia can't access magic legally and immediately behaves exactly like a junkie. If you do too much you'll be consumed, leaving an angry ghost. Kady's literal substance abuse, like Fogg's, is entwined at every step with the struggle to cope with the traumas of magic. Eliot is possessed by a creature of enormous magical power who is enthralled by the sensation of being high and has no perception of limits or consequence. They go back and back again to this entangling of magic and intoxication and addiction and self-destruction, but they never seem either aware of or willing to admit that they've created a world where magic itself is an addictive intoxicant, unable to provide real solutions to anyone's problems, but just pleasurable enough compared to the pain of sobriety to keep people chasing the sensation right over the cliff.

It's not intentional enough to be a metaphor that carries through consistently and explains everything, but it returns so frequently as a subtext that it ends up seeping into all the gaps where they've refused to show up with any other clear thematic agenda.

#the magicians

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3 and 6 for the positivity meme?

I'll answer this backwards because my answer to no. 3 got long.

6 - what's a headcanon that you'll die on that hill?

Lewis Nixon III was a theater kid and has done drag in his life. This is forreal. The ghost of Dick Winters revealed this to me in a dream.

3 - what are some fics you go back and read again and again?

oh I love this question. in the last ask I did say I left out some creators and now is my time to redeem myself! (also another reminder that I desperately need to finish this massive fic rec post I have been steadily adding fics to since January BUT ANYWAY)

under the cut!

all of @churchkey's Winnix and ToyeMalarkey fics! god do I love them so much. I re-read A Spell of Riot once a year since it was completed.

and of course @anthrobrat's Bob, TP, and Gen Kill fics!

all of BristlingBassoon's Winnix fics - Queen for a Day inspired my "Lewis has done drag" conviction and When we met, you'd never expect this series is just. divine.

@marycontraire's Contact Tracing. of course.

make it up as we go along - Joe drives his cab, Chuck plays Call of Duty, and Babe just wants to pass Biochem; their apartment is like Grand Central at the best of times and that’s without the two possible fugitives they decided to harbor in the guest room; Luz’s life is turning into a terrible romcom about a coffee shop; Harry’s friends are bad at running a bar but they’re trying their best; somebody got punched in the face; and someday there will be a New York Times Bestseller about all of it.

Or, the interlinked soap opera-worthy drama of a group of millennials in Philadelphia, told day by day.

Lie if God is Sleeping - Gene flipped the puzzle over to read the back. “My name is Edward Heffron,” he read aloud. “I killed a man, and now I’m paying the price. 18,000 pieces. It will take approximately seven days to complete me. For experienced players only.”

What the fuck was a curse this nasty doing in a Philadelphia used bookstore?

rivers always reach the sea - my favorite webgott canon era series fic ever

Situation Normal - Winters and Nixon move to the city, reunite with some old friends and find themselves adopting a new, four-legged one.

By Small and Small - Babe wants to keep talking with Gene, but he doesn’t really know what to say. He feels like, in the past, he never would’ve shut up, but now, since Julian, he’s just got nothing. Maybe that’s grieving; Bill says that’s grieving, anyway, but Bill uses the term like a Band-Aid to put over every aspect of Babe that has changed.

Or: The one where Gene is in med school and Babe's messed up over Julian.

Dear Lover - A group of friends who supervise soldiers' mail are secretly very invested in one Major Winters' letters to a woman he seems to be having a secret affair with.

all or SJtrinity's Band of Brothers (webgott) fics and The Pacific (sledgefu and andyeddie) fics

Green and Gold - Merriell has dark magic and a guilty conscious. He never considered how the war would change them.

The American Sublime - "Tactician that he is, he finds the likelihood of still being loved by someone who, thanks to him, has just awakened to a wicked hangover and a face full of cold piss next to nil."

Dick Winters and Lewis Nixon billet together at a farmhouse in Holland for a rare few weeks of peace and privacy, while Dick struggles to process his promotion and his time away from Easy Company. Set during the first minutes of Episode 5, "Crossroads."

Cows. Wildflowers. Feelings. Handjobs.

Black Ink on Some Blue Lines - It’s been sixteen years since the letter was written, but it never found its way to the one it was intended for. The thing about secrets is they eat away at you, not all at once but slowly over the years, and you begin to wonder, to play out the what if scenarios in your mind. Instead, David buried it away and pretended like it never existed. He should have killed it, he thinks to himself, not buried it while it still had breath in its lungs.

In which David remembers his evolving relationship with Joe over the course of the war and decides to deliver a letter.

Baby You Can Drive My Car - Everyone has their thing. Perco takes watches. Nix scrounges for liquor. Welsh continues his never-ending quest for anything that will please Kitty Grogan. Even Eugene robs abandoned apothecaries with only a touch of guilt, making off with as many bandages and sulfa packets as he can carry. And then there’s Speirs, sweeping behind them like a shadow and carrying away anything they leave behind that sparkles or shines.

Babe steals cars. He’s getting pretty good at it.

Come in From the Cold - In which Smokey Gordon's coffee shop 'Bastogne' saves lives by lending cutting instruments and offering a steady supply of caffeine and sugary goodness. The shenanigans are just a by-product.

Call me 'sweetheart', Please? by @mariamegale - A not-relationship in the making. (baberoe)

anthroposcene, interrupted - Three months ago, Ray Person was a Philosophy major at Harvard. Now, he's dodging Runners trying to get from St. Louis to Cambridge without a) starving, b) dying by accident or c) offing himself. However, three's company, and it comes in the form of a dog with no bark and a taciturn Marine Staff Sergeant who's last name is Not-Pitt, which has gotta count for something.

#ask #ask game #webgott #winnix #baberoe #speirton #sledgefu #fic rec

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All Harry could hear coming from Hogwart’s walls were screams. He could only imagine the chaos that broke amongst the survivors of the battle after Voldemort announced that he was dead, and the war was won.

One of the voices towers over everyone else’s, one whose words he could make out even before entering the Great Hall, due to how much the owner was screaming himself hoarse. One Harry could recognise well.

‘WHERE IS HARRY?! HARRY?! WHERE IS HARRY?!’

Sirius’ desperate voice made Harry want to forgo his plan. To hell with waiting for Neville to finish Nagini off, he felt like the emptiness in his chest could only be fixed by rising from Hagrid’s arms, and reassuring his Godfather he was okay.

Still thinking about the ways Sirius must be desperately searching for him, trying to reason Voldemort must have lied, still being carried half-dead into the school, Harry waits. His train of thought comes to a halt when a scream makes it obvious everyone can now see his body.

‘NO!’

Professor McGonagall’s screech, ironically, makes everybody fall into a terrible silence that only lasts seconds.

’NO!’ Harry’s heart clenches when he hears his Godfather. He dares to crack an eye open and look over, just for a few seconds. He regrets it instantly when he sees Sirius has fallen to his knees.

‘Harry!’

‘HARRY!’

’No!’

His heart breaks all over again when he recognises Ron’s, Hermione’s and Remus’ voices, but as awful as those sounds were, he doesn’t think he will ever forget the desperation of Sirius’ look bleeding into his screams.

Later, later, after Voldemort had gingerly announced ‘Harry Potter is dead!’ and Harry felt like his heart was going to be torn out of his body at the screams of despair coming from the people that loved him. Later, later, after the battle had begun again, a new flame of hope setting everything ablaze thanks to Neville, after Harry had slipped away from Hagrid’s arms and after he revealed himself and Tom Riddle’s failure, only after that does Harry let himself rest and face his Godfather.

The night after the battle sees Harry shaking, sitting on his old bed, he hadn’t been on anything that comfortable in a long while.

‘I… I died tonight.’ The words are heavy and he can only watch Sirius’ bewildered expression from where he was crouched right in front of him, like they had talked so many times before. ‘I died, in the forest.’

Sirius doesn’t reply, seemingly trying to take the notion of Harry actually dying in.

‘We thought you were bluffing.’ He says at last.

‘No, I died.’ Harry says it before he can help himself, before carefully weighing his words. He never had to weigh his words with Sirius. ‘I saw them. I – I saw mum and dad.’

‘When – when you died?’ Sirius’ voice is a mere whisper, careful.

‘No, Dumbledore left me a – a thing I could use to see their… ghosts. I used it in the forest, and they walked me to my death.’

His Godfather takes another long pause after that.

‘James and Lily would have never wanted you to die, Harry.’

‘But they were there, Sirius,’ Harry interjects. ‘And I saw them, and they protected me until the very end… You know, I was as tall as my dad.’

That last addiction seems to lift a big weight off the air, and Sirius almost laughs.

‘That’s not something to be proud of, if anything,’ his eyes look distant as he says ‘your dad has always been a midget.’

Harry smiles. ‘Ron called me a midget in glasses, once, during Divination.’

‘If this is still part of your plan to make me like your boyfriend, I have already told you a million times –‘

‘It’s not! Just thought it was funny…’

They both can’t help but giggle at how easy the conversation had turned, and soon fall into a comfortable silence. Until –

‘Tell me, sprong,’ Sirius asks, gaze far away and fixed on the framed picture of James and Lily that Harry kept on his nightstand. ‘Does it hurt?’

Harry follows his eyes and smiles at the way his Mum and Dad twirled together.

‘Dying? Not at all,’ he doesn’t have to think about it long, doesn’t want to remember what it felt like, and doesn’t know if he can. ‘Quicker and easier than falling asleep.’

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Fucked up ship bingo harrykim and jh discoelysium

-@mansplainmanipulatemalewife

MY BELOVED MUTUAL WHO IS WITH ME THROUGH MY FLOPS <333

ok so kimharry

i am going to expand on everything i marked and you dont get a say in it

-> undeniably t4t

i dont care much for t!kim tbqh, it's become too mainstream for me. my approach for it is "eh, why not?"

now harry on the other hand...

oh i am FERAL for t!harry you have NO IDEA. TRANS MAN HARRY? AUGHHHHH. TRANSFEM HARRY? OUGHHHHHHH. NB HARRY? WAUGHHHHH. IM HERE FOR IT. it's so fuckin good n i eat it up every single time. his canon issues with his masculinity gives perfect content to toy with his gender in every which way and it is divine

and so yeah that is to say. t4t kimharry is a fuck yeah

-> terrible for each other (affectionate)

they clash. thats it thats the post. opposites attract typa stuff. thats why i marked the "(affectionate)" one

-> playing with them like dolls (taking them on dates and making them be all cute)

DOMESTIC KIMHARRY FUCKS. FIGHT ME ABOUT IT. we see them under a time crunch interacting with the mystery of a hanged man looming over their head and their districts in a pissing contest and with harry freshly amnesiac. i want to see the fall out. i want to see the progress. i want to see them when they're not focused on other plot things and we can get to the character development part. i want to see how they deal with themselves and each other on a normal day

-> thinking about them Always and Forever

yeag

-> LET THEM HAVE A HAPPY ENDING‼️‼️

BRO THE BAD ENDINGS FOR DE... MY HEART CANT TAKE THAT SHIT. let them be nontoxic partners. let them have good stuff in life. let them have each other. PLEASE.

-> the DEVOTION oh my GOD

there was a whole post analyzing how theyre devoted to each other and why theyve latched onto each other dont make me rewrite it

harryjean

WE GOT A BINGOOOO WOOOOO🎉🎉

ok here we go

-> i want them 2 make out with blood in their mouths like vampire bats

i dont think i need to explain, it is quite concise. do i think this will solve anything between them? no. should they do it regardless? absolutely yes

-> divorced <3

in my humble opinion they are more divorced than harry and dora are. yall r underestimating the power of toxic masculine work friendship in which they hang onto each other to not kill themselves and then one of them just forgets about it. maybe the divorce is one sided but they are. they rly are.

-> they will die together in a heart shaped pool of blood

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

-> terrible for each other (derogatory)

oh ueah absolutely. they constantly fought and argued and anything and everything. they made the other's anger levels skyrocket, on purpose, just to get a rise out of em. but they still needed each other. it's not like either could afford a therapist, much less working in a place that was actually not-actively-killing-them-slash-making-them-suicidal. they were all they had

-> "you should see the other guy" *points at a dead body*

that finna b jean fr

-> playing with them like dolls (Psychological Torture)

they are The guys for angst <333

-> thinking about them Always and Forever

yeagh

-> sicko 2 sicko communication

absolutely

-> they should kill each other

self explanatory <3

tiny little disclaimer i didnt play enough to meet jean and this is based off of what i gathered about him from other peoples' jeanposting so if it's ooc. oops. it's basically the version of him i crafted in my head

#funguy🍄#disco elysium #asks #kimharry #jeanharry

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what do you think about unicorn blood? specifically whether drinking unicorn blood affected voldemort in any way?

Hmm... honestly, I don't think it affected him at all. I think the unicorn blood was consumed by Quirrell, for Quirrell, and not Voldemort.

When Harry describes the figure drinking the unicorn blood, he mentions the mouth under the hood on the side Quirrell's face is on, not the back of his head:

The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry — unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry — he couldn’t move for fear.

(PS, 185)

And Voldemort explains why Quirrell would need the unicorn blood:

“Only one power remained to me. I could possess the bodies of others. But I dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew that the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me. I sometimes inhabited animals — snakes, of course, being my preference — but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill adapted to perform magic . . . and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long. . . .

(GoF, 653-654)

The hosts he used kept dying on him, and Quirrell was also slowly dying as long as Voldemort possessed him. Voldemort is fine, he has his Horcruxes, if Quirrell died, it'd be like any of the other snakes he possessed before — he'd return to his wraith form and move on.

The only reason he had to get Quirrell unicorn blood is so Quirrell would live long enough to get the philosopher's stone and get himself a body of his own. Because Voldemort would live regardless of what happened to Quirrell. Which we see, as Quirrell dies, but Voldemort is fine (well, relatively, he's still a wraith)

As for what I think it does, well, Firenze explains it as such:

“Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?” “No,” said Harry, startled by the odd question. “We’ve only used the horn and tail hair in Potions.” “That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn,” said Firenze. “Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.”

(PS, 186)

So, unicorn blood keeps you alive, if barely. It would just keep your body moving and breathing.

As for what exactly it curses you with?

We have no real way of knowing for sure. Quirrell seems worse for wear for most of the year, and he has been drinking unicorn blood for a while before Harry sees Quirrellmort in the forest, so it's hard to tell what are the effects of being possessed versus the unicorn blood curse.

If I had to guess what this half-life means, I'd say it correlates to the unicron's purity. Because Firenze states the curse is the result of killing something as pure as a unicorn. So, the curse would correlate, like karma for the death of the unicorn, and not the act of drinking its blood. So it's not the unicorn blood that curses you, but killing the unicorn, like slaying something holy.

I think of it as something like Odysseus' men killing the divine, immortal cattle of the god Helios and having various gods proceed to destroy their ships and curse their journey with bad luck, like the opposite of Felix Felicis. So, if I had to guess what's the curse of killing a unicorn, it'd be something along these lines.

#harry potter #hp #hollowedtheory #harry potter theory #hp theory #asks #hp meta #wizarding world #harry potter meta #anon asks #anonymous #voldemort #quirinus quirrell

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- HL Fic Library's Halloween Fic Rec -

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🎃 A Twist of Fate by perfectdagger / @starsweredible [T, 59k]

“Lucky you.” There was a mocking tone in Harry’s voice and Louis couldn’t help but roll his eyes, remembering the whole luck and fate talk he had with his friends earlier in the night.

“Sometimes,” he replied, using more charm than necessary as he placed the bottle on the railing and stepped closer to Harry, actually startling the man as he was drinking from his own water. Louis wanted to laugh as Harry dried the water that had dripped on his chin with the back of his hand, but he figured that would ruin the mood he was trying to set. “But I guess I’d be much luckier tonight if I kissed you.”

“Luck was never on my side, but I guess tonight you could help me change it,” Harry said back, in such low and flirty way Louis almost felt weak at the knees, but held himself by stepping even closer to Harry, breaking the distance between them.

Or a Just My Luck Au in which Louis, who apparently is the luckiest man in the world according to his friends, might have his fate and luck twisted when he crosses path with a handsome and mysterious bloke dressed up as Zorro at Syco Entertainment Press Corp’s Halloween party.

🎃 love is divine by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 25k]

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

🎃 Spellbound by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 [T, 22k]

Louis’ a shifter. Harry’s a witch. The only problem is, they’re hiding those things from each other.

Will they be able to keep their secrets hidden at the most spooky time of year?

🎃 Talk Dirty To Me by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite [E, 13k]

They were both naked. And that seemed, again, like a catastrophically bad idea, but here they were anyway. Naked. In the dark. Only a few feet apart.

It hadn’t even been a discussion. The minute Harry flipped the lights off, they’d both shucked out of their clothes as if they’d been on fire.

“Alright darling,” Louis said, his hand wrapped loosely around his own cock. “Just remember, start slow. Lots of descriptions. Light on the hygiene, heavy on the compliments. You’ve got this.”

As if Harry were about to compete in some kind of athletic game.

Or the one where Harry is absolutely terrible at dirty talk so he asks his best friend to teach him. And the one where Louis knows it's a catastrophically bad idea but agrees anyway.

🎃 taken by the wind by @scrunchyharry [T, 12k]

When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn't possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

🎃 Happy HalLouWeen by SunTomato / @sun-tomato [G, 11k]

Harry ends up with a cat. It's wildly stubborn and has bright blue eyes. It's maybe also cute.

🎃 Wasn't Looking by @berzerkshires [M, 10k]

It is well known that the first time soulmates touch they leave a vivid mark on their partner’s skin. Well one morning Louis wakes up with a bright stripe across his cheekbone and no idea what happened.

🎃 i get a little bit nervous around you by @femstyles [T, 8k]

Zayn gives Harry a little sympathetic pout but almost immediately cracks a smile again. "So, basically, Louis Tomlinson is so pretty you lost control of your powers? Isn't that like one of the first lessons we ever took?"

Harry tosses a pillow at Zayn's head with a whine. "I know! It's awful. I just need to avoid him, I think."

Or the one where Harry never had a problem with controlling his magic until Louis walked into his life. AKA the clumsy witch Harry AU no one asked for!

🎃 Just Like You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [G, 6k]

Harry had been planning his perfect costume and looking forward to wearing it all month. He'd gotten everything he needed to show it off at the big Halloween party, and everything was going so well. That is until he showed up and realized someone else had the same idea.

🎃 Fallen treats by @sweariwouldnt [NR, 6k]

Harry hates both Halloween and Louis Tomlinson. He does, however, love his little sister a lot. Hence why he puts on his ears and his tail and joins her, her friends and their big brother for a round of trick or treating.

🎃 a walk around the edges of your trepidation by docklands / @hershelsue [E, 6k]

Harry and Louis go pumpkin picking in Red Sun, one of the eeriest towns in England. Amidst beautiful photographs, breathtaking love and crisp autumn wind, events accelerate into a much darker perspective.

🎃 no judgement by @solitudeandchaos [E, 6k]

“I hate horror movies. They’re stupid and scary and I never sleep after them, not for weeks.”

or louis hates scary things and harry holds his hand.

🎃 My Arms Are Hungry For You by @afirethatcannotdie [T, 6k]

“Sorry, don’t tell me you’re actually a fan of the Red Devils,” says another voice, and Harry looks beyond Nick to see a guy standing there, taking long sips from a bottle.

“I-I am,” Harry stutters, pulse racing at the sight of him. His face is covered in white makeup, and he’s wearing a well-fitting white shirt, black pants, and a long black cape, a set of fake teeth in his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re actually a vampire.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis meet at Nick Grimshaw's Halloween party and things go better than anyone could have expected.

🎃 Kings Of the Kill by @fallinglikethis [M, 4k]

A pizza boy delivering a pizza to someone who looks to be in the middle of a satanic ritual.

🎃 Everyone's Waiting for the Next Surprise by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel [M, 4k]

"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?"

Harry jumps and almost drops the bottle he's holding in his hands and whips around to see Spiderman leaning up against the doorjamb to the kitchen. Harry can't see his face due to his mask, but he knows this guy has got to be deadly attractive if his body is anything to go by. He’s clad head to toe in a skintight spandex suit that hugs him in all the right places. His thighs are so thick, Harry wants to put his face in between them. And what the hell are these shots doing to him?

He stumbles a little when he reaches out to place the bottle back on the counter. And when did he become such a lightweight? He gently strokes along the bottom part of his banana costume that's sticking out between his legs and lowers his voice as best as he can. "I am very excited to see you. Banana's got a thing for men who are also spiders."

Or the one where Harry goes to a Halloween party dressed as a banana and meets Spiderman.

🎃 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16 [E, 4k]

Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. He just has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

🎃 David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup [NR, 3k]

Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins?

Mysterious.

🎃 Messtival by @kingsofeverything [T, 3k]

Harry just wants some good candy for the school's annual fall festival, but someone buys it all before he can get any.

🎃 Cat & Mouse by @jaerie [E, 2k]

It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated.

🎃 life's no fun without a good scare by EmmyLouWho [T, 2k]

For the prompt: “I invited a bunch of people over to watch a horror movie and you’re the only one that showed up and it's kind of cute that you hide behind my back every time you hear creepy music”

Halloween fluff ft: the lilac jumper, lots of sweets, and lots of cuddling

🎃 Vintage Suit by @juliusschmidt [M, 666 words]

Louis takes off his Halloween costume.

🎃 Best Couples Costume by @haztobegood [T, 666 words]

“It’s a shame. Halloween is even on Saturday this year,” Liam said. “This was going to be our year! We would’ve won this time.” Harry pouted. “You wish.” Niall teased. “You two haven’t won the best couples costume award yet.”

🎃 A Halloween M(ass)hap by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words]

Harry was never going to forgive Niall. He’d been so distracted by his roommate’s cleaning and fussing while he had been looking for the perfect trousers for Liam’s annual Halloween fancy dress party that he’d not realised the black leather trousers he’d chosen to complete his vampire look were arseless.

Of course there was a no return policy, so he’d done the only thing he could do in order to not waste the money he’d already forked out online for the damn things: he added a cape.

Surely, nothing could go wrong.

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