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ednamode1 · 1 month
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I’m obsessed✨ and you will be too😮‍💨
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coldemergency · 3 days
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Ron: Wow, get a load of this guy lol
Tom: He already has
Harry: …Tom… don’t
Tom: Multiple times in fact. Sometimes more than once if you get my drift
Harry: omg
Ron:
Ron: I regret everything that has led to this moment in time
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hddlestn · 2 days
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i am losing my goddamn mind. i spent all of saturday (i had twelve fucking hours of screentime because of this) (today is monday) reading this wonderful fanfic that i could not turn my eyes away from. it changed my life, it's truly one of the best things i have ever had the privilege of reading. i wasn't finished yet though, so i just laid down in my bed to continue only to find it literally disappearing as i was reading it. it doesn't say it's deleted, just that it's a "mystery work", however, when you click on the author's page it says that they don't have any works at all.
i literally felt my entire body go numb and i am still shaking as i type this. i know fanfic authors do not owe us anything, especially since they share their talents out of the goodness of their hearts. but this has just completely shaken me. i had the best time of my life reading this story, i genuinely cannot even put into words just how much i loved it and how much it meant to me. and it's fucking gone, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
the story is called Signatures of all Things by nadyenka. if anybody knows anything about what could have possibly happened, please please please let me know.
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grimalkinmessor · 4 months
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So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭
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the-meme-monarch · 11 months
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reading an unauthorized fan treatise and it gets into the msscribe sockpuppeting thing and going ‘man this is kinda boring and a lot more involved and a lot less believable ’ and then learning Oh That Was All Real Shit That Happened. hello.
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padfootastic · 2 years
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anyway, i love how sirius is such a Dad in ootp because he’s constantly telling harry to be careful and shit and harry’s a Teenager going ‘oh so the ESCAPED CONVICT wants to give me behaviour advice huh? HILARIOUS’ while still listening. like it’s just peak parent-child dynamic.
sirius: be good
harry, resentfully: bE gOoD
also harry: doesn’t even consider disobeying.
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urstarlitharlot · 22 days
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me when i haven't had a fic im reading updated since march 11th and im genuinely tweaking 😭😭
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Day 195.6: Hobbies (Part 6)
It's been a minute since I worked on this one. Feel free to start here if you'd like.
Harry paced around his living room for what had to be the hundredth time by this point. He hadn't been able to stop pacing since he'd left Draco's office, wondering what the other man thought, wondering if he was going to come to see him. Wondering if this latest revelation was too much.
Wondering if Draco could see now that Harry was too much.
The knock on the door took him by surprise and he turned and stared at it uncertainly for a moment. Admittedly, he hadn't actually expected the other man to come.
Another knock and Harry stepped over to the door and opened it to find Draco standing on the other side. "Hi," he murmured.
"I need you to start that again," Draco said, as he pushed past Harry into the living room and collapsed on his sofa. "Rewind to the bit about you being a horocrux."
"Can I say a different thing first?" he asked, nerves sparking in his palms and the tips of his fingers.
The other man looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, "Of course."
"I don't actually want you to be my healer," he said, words all coming out in a rush. "I want to be better because I like you. Like a lot," he said and he could feel the heat rushing under his skin at the confession. "I really like you," he said again because he couldn't quite help himself. "I want to be safe for you."
Draco blinked at him and his breath rushed out in a long sigh. "Harry," he whispered.
"I thought I was okay if I never got to touch anyone again, you know? It was enough for me," he continued, trying to get the words out before he lost his nerve, "to not be a danger to others. Too many people died because of me, you know?"
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"That wasn't your fault," Draco inserted quickly.
He nodded, "I know that," he said. "I know that now," he clarified. "Therapy really helped me to sort through my guilt and shame about things that weren't my fault but still happened because of me. There were a lot of deaths and injuries," he said, pausing to take a slow breath, "They weren't my fault, but people died because I wasn't ready to defeat him yet. I was a child," he added, "and it wasn't my fault but I wish I could have changed it."
Draco nodded, "You've done a lot of really good work."
"Then why am I still shocking people?" he asked.
"I have some theories about that, actually," Draco said, eyes bright, "but since I am not your healer, could I treat this like a conversation and say a few other things first?"
Harry folded himself onto the other end of the sofa, facing Draco as he nodded.
"I really like you too."
He couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face.
"A lot. And I don't think you need me to be your therapist," Draco said. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't go to therapy," he continued, "I think everyone should go to therapy. I go to therapy," he added, "it's really helpful for me."
Harry felt his body relaxing, magic settling under his skin. Draco didn't think he was crazy.
"But I don't think that you need me to be a therapist for you," he said steadily. "You don't need what I specialize in because that's not what your body is doing."
He tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
Draco hummed, "Your core has actual, physical damage done to it. Your magic isn't spiking out of a nervous system response most of the time. An instance like today being the exception. And I might argue that even with it being really triggering, if your core didn't have gaping holes in the shell, you wouldn't have lost control of your magic."
Harry hummed, he'd like to believe that, he really would, but it was hard to imagine that he was right about that. "I was really triggered by the people following me."
"Right," he said. "And that would make anyone nervous. That was a lot."
He swallowed and looked down at his lap, not quite sure how to accept Draco's easy acceptance of his panic attack earlier.
"That was really difficult," he repeated, "You intentionally put yourself in a very triggering environment, your response was completely understandable."
Harry swallowed around the tears that were threatening. He'd cried in front of Draco before but this felt different.
"Harry," he said softly, and he looked up to meet Draco's eyes. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do that for me."
"Sorry?"
"It's okay for you to have boundaries," he said softly. "I want you to have boundaries. I want to help you have boundaries that keep you safe and healthy."
He blinked, throat too tight around the tears there.
"I'm sorry I made that the only way for you to reach me." He took a deep breath before squaring his shoulders and giving himself a little nod, "The truth is that you did way more to let me in than I did to let you in."
His brows furrowed, "What-"
"It wasn't until the last time I saw you that it occurred to me that I'd stopped really trying to 'cure you'," he said with self-deprecating air quotes, "and was just enjoying being your friend. I'd been doing it for a while unconsciously, but it scared me to be just actively trying to build a relationship with you."
He took a slow breath, waiting, giving Draco the space he needed to be able to say the things he needed to say.
"Because it felt ridiculous, you know?" he asked. But before Harry had the chance to feel hurt, Draco was continuing. "It didn't make sense to me that you would want to be spending time with me if I couldn't give you anything other than my company."
"Draco, what-"
"I went to see my own therapist today," he said. "Because this is me," he confessed. "This is the thing I struggle the most with."
"Sorry," he said, shaking his head, "I want to understand. Please help me understand what you're trying to say," he said as earnestly as he could. "What do you struggle with the most?"
Draco took a deep breath, "The idea that someone could love me for who I am and not for what I can give them."
"Draco," he breathed, heart feeling like it had burst inside of him, hot brackish lava spilling out and burning up his insides.
The other man spread his hands like he was putting himself on display.
"I want you," he said. "Godric, I want you so much."
"Harry-"
"I love spending time with you," he continued, unable to stop himself now that he knew what Draco needed to hear. "I love all of the time we've spent together, I've loved getting to know you. I have treasured every little piece of you that you've given me in our conversations. You-" he shook his head, "You're amazing. You amaze me. I want you all of the time."
"Harry," he breathed, eyes full of tears, and Harry ached with the desire to hold him.
"I want to be able to touch you," he confessed, the next best thing to pulling Draco into his arms and holding him until the aches inside of both of them subsided. "I want to hold you so badly."
"Your magic isn't going to hurt me, Harry."
He huffed a laugh, "You keep saying that."
"Because I mean it," he insisted.
"Right, but the healers I saw before I left-"
"Had a fundamental misunderstanding of magical cores, magic in general, and trauma," he inserted smoothly.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "tell me more."
Draco straightened, "Your magic isn't going to hurt me because you don't want to hurt me."
"It can't be that simple."
The other man gave him a little smile, "It is and it isn't. I'd be willing to bet that your accidental magic is the stuff of legends."
He huffed, "There have been a few memorable instances."
Draco quirked a grin at him, "Could you repeat what you'd said about being a horocrux?"
"When I was an infant, when Voldemort tried to kill me, he left part of his soul behind. We had a weird connection throughout my childhood. I could feel his magic, feel his imprint inside of me before I understood why. It went both ways, both limiting and enhancing my magic, I think."
"Can you say more about that?" Draco asked.
He laughed, "Now you really sound like my therapist."
"I don't mean to," he said with a frown.
"It's okay," he said. "I want you to know me," he added, then thought about those words for a moment, "Yeah. That's true," he laughed, "I want you to know me."
Draco smiled at him, "I want to know you."
He grinned dopily at Draco for a long moment because he enjoyed the sound of that sentence so much. "Right," he said, shaking his head. "So. Basically, the piece of Voldemort's soul inside of me magnified emotions like fear and anger in particular. My biggest incidences of accidental magic happened from those emotions. Which makes sense when you think about the way a horocrux does that too."
"I think you probably understand the effects of horocruxes better than anyone. There's not a lot of modern understanding of them," Draco said.
"Fair," he conceded. "Well, maybe you can trust me when I tell you that they do that? Like, have you watched Lord of the Rings?"
"I have no idea what that is."
Harry groaned and made it part of the mental list he kept for future movie nights. "Never mind. We'll watch it another time. My point is that I could feel him in my anger and fear in ways I couldn't in other parts of my magic. It makes sense to me that he was magnifying and fortifying those parts of my core. And it makes sense that when he was taken out he left holes that fear and anger would leak out of."
"Can I challenge you on that?" Draco asked, "Just a little?"
He nodded, "Sure."
"I don't think your core is only seeping those things. I think your core is seeping magic that relates to any emotion but your anxiety and fear of hurting people hijacks it."
"What do you mean?"
Draco hummed and seemed to be switching tactics, "What is safe magic for you to perform?"
"Cleaning," he replied immediately. Cleaning had been one of the first things he started allowing his magic to do again.
"Great," he said, "So cleaning never feels like it's going to hurt someone?"
"How could it?"
He nodded, "Right. But," he continued, "if you're feeling something like anger, that could be dangerous for the people around you."
"That seems logical," Harry said, certain that this was what he'd just told Draco. It made sense that his anger spewing out in the form of magic would be dangerous.
"Imagine a time when you were sad, did you feel like it was dangerous for the people around you?"
He shrugged, "It could have been," he said, remembering how his sadness had manifested as anger in his lifetime. And it was fair and true to say that he didn't like to feel too sad around other people; he didn't want to burden them with his grief too often.
Draco gave him a little grin, "I'm setting you up," he informed him.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the warning."
"Imagine the last time you were feeling something akin to love for someone. What happened then?"
His mind was immediately drawn back to that night when they'd kissed on this very sofa but he pulled back hard on the reins, that was way too much of an admission, way too fast.
"Like with Ron and Hermione," Draco suggested. "Or perhaps Teddy?"
That was easier. "Alright."
"How did you want to respond? Did you want to touch them? Give them a hug or a pat on the back?"
"Sure, I wanted that," he said because it was true.
"Did you do it?"
He shook his head, "No. Because touching them could hurt them."
"Ready?" he asked, looking at Harry like he was about to drop a bomb on him.
"I would have said 'yes' but I don't really like the tone of your voice," he replied.
Draco hummed. "I could be wrong about this, but I don't think I am."
"Oh good."
He shook his head and took a deep breath, "Do you think it's fair to say that you are afraid that loving people could hurt them too?"
And his gut reaction was to say no. He wanted to simply deny it. Love had saved him; many times over. But his love hadn't saved others; his loving people and them loving him in return had put them in harm's way a lot of times. "I meant it when I said that I didn't believe it was my fault that people died."
Draco nodded, giving him space to work through his thoughts.
"I don't think that I caused their deaths," he said, testing it out to see how the words felt. "But," he said softly and Draco's head tilted in sympathy, "I do feel like maybe if I hadn't loved them and they hadn't loved me that they might not have died." He felt a tear spill down his cheek. "I'm not responsible for their deaths," he repeated, a mantra he'd carried with him for years at this point. "But I do think that if it weren't for love, they would still be here today."
"Yeah," Draco whispered softly, warm and full of understanding. "It feels like what is coming out is fear or anger, but what's coming out is all of your emotions until your anxiety takes over."
"That's," he blew out a breath. "That's a lot."
"Yes," he conceded. "You aren't going to hurt me, Harry," he repeated.
"How do you know?" he asked again, because that's what this seemed to prove, really. Love triggered anxiety which made him zap people.
"Because you don't want to," he said again. "Your magic has never hurt me. Your magic has tried to keep me safe, your magic has tried to tell me you feel safe, your magic has tried to make me feel really-" he broke off and bit his lip.
"Really?"
"Good," he breathed. "Your magic really wanted me to feel good," he finished.
"Yeah?" he asked, throat going a little dry.
Draco's eyes met his and Harry felt like he was on fire, "Yes," he whispered, licking his bottom lip.
"Draco-"
"Kiss me," he murmured.
"Draco-"
"Harry," he said, voice soft and a little desperate. "Please."
He swallowed, "I have an idea."
Draco nodded, "Yes."
Harry laughed, his magic bubbling under his skin, "You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I don't care," he replied. "I'll do anything if it means you'll kiss me again."
"Merlin," he sighed, closing his eyes and trying to make his brain work correctly. "I really like you."
"I really like you too," Draco replied and at the sound of how much closer his voice was Harry opened his eyes to find Draco leaning closer, mere inches from him.
"I don't trust myself," he said. "I want to kiss you but I don't want to touch you."
"Okay," Draco replied, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to work out a solution.
He blew out a breath, "I don't mean this to sound kinky-"
Draco's eyes sparked as they darted from Harry's lips to meet his eyes, clear and eager. "I'm not opposed."
Harry huffed a laugh again, "You still don't know what I was going to say."
"It doesn't matter."
"I want you to tie me up," he finally managed, blocking out all of the ideas flooding his brain. "Then you set the pace, you have the control. If it's too much or it hurts you, you can just stop."
Draco's fingertips brushed feather light over Harry's cheek and Harry's eyelids fluttered shut, his magic rushing under his skin, flooding his body and his senses. "I'm not afraid of you," Draco murmured and Harry clenched his fists at his sides to resist the urge to grab him. "But if that is what it takes to make you feel safe, I will gladly do it."
All of the heat from Draco's body disappeared suddenly and Harry's eyes snapped open to find that he was standing in front of him.
"Show me the way to your bedroom," he said. "And you can read into that as much or as little as you like."
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hearse-full-of-rats · 10 months
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i used to think i was regressing as a person, turns out i just never grew out of my childhood interests and am becoming worse as a person. oops
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autisticsoda · 2 years
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newt scamander and autism
Why Newt Scamander is autistic (from an autistic person):
- Strong aversion to eye contact (either due to it making him uncomfortable, or because it is learnt behaviour from working with his animals, as animals typically see it as a challenge/threat when shown eye contact.)
- Strong sense of justice (does not understand the "backwards laws" in the American wizarding society and his not afraid to state as such directly to someone who works for the American ministry/is an American witch.)
- His special interest is fantastic beasts (he has studied them for his entire life, and life-long special interests are quite common for autistic people. For example, my life-long special interest are dragons.)
- Extreme levels of empathy towards both people and animals (he has shown desperation when faced with animals who may be facing harm, acted as animal's 'mummy' because they have no one else, etc. He also is willing to help people in trouble despite barely knowing them.)
- Terrible skill in social cues (shows willingness to express his opinion where it is deemed inappropriate, is not afraid to show muggles his magic or his animals, etc.)
- Discomfort around new people (was deeply uncomfortable around both Tina and Queenie, especially after he discovered that Queenie could read his mind and potentially learn of his animals. Less around Jacob, likely due to Jacob sharing persona information about himself, such as his want to bake to make people happy, as soon as they met.)
- Difficulty in social situations (Jacob, who would be an allistic in this example, did not understand Newt's way of flirting by calling Tina's eyes that of a salamander. Later, Tina did understand the compliment and he was quite pleased by the fact that she understood.)
- Instability on his feet/crooked posture (some autistic people may be particularly clumsy or have strange posture due to being unaware of their bodies. Newt stands stiffly with one shoulder lifted higher than the other, and his head is often tilted to the side, with his face pointed slightly downwards. This happens a lot when he is uncomfortable but seems to relax around his animals.)
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grey-edges · 6 months
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Make Me Your Prince by greyedges
Chapter Ten: Make It Official
Albus has a chat with his mum, and an even more important chat with Scorpius
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silverfox66 · 1 year
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It's hilarious to see people say things like: "you shouldn't play Hogwarts Legacy, because it has slaves and you are supporting slavery if you play it 😡" or "you shouldn't play HL, because it has evil spells in it and it allows you to kill people 😡".
It's the same energy as "video games make people violent 😡". Doing bad stuff in a game doesn't make people do bad things in real life. The majority of people are able to see the difference between fiction and reality.
Hogwarts Legacy isn't the only work of fiction that has slavery in it and allows you to kill people. Of course, such things are not correct, but fiction shouldn't hold your hand and explicitly tell you that such things are bad. We all can figure that out on our own.
Bad things happen in fiction. (Main) Characters can do bad things. Fiction would be awfully boring if everything is rainbows and sunshine, and everything people do is fully morally correct.
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brostateexam · 11 months
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One particular work of fan fiction has exploded over the last several years. It’s called All the Young Dudes, and it’s a 526,969-word fic that currently has a whopping 7.5 million hits on the fanfiction site, Archive of Our Own. All the Young Dudes is set in the era when Harry’s parents attended Hogwarts (ahem, known as the Marauders era), and features both familiar faces, and a budding romance between two of the series’ most beloved figures: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
The 188-chapter story has now spawned a fandom of its own. For many original HP fans, the story has become canon, and the ways in which it extends far beyond the universe J.K. Rowling created are all part of the appeal. All the Young Dudes has a huge presence on social media, spawned audiobooks, has 16,000 ratings on Goodreads, has been fancasted, and is even the subject of a conspiracy theory involving Taylor Swift.
I became one of the fic’s obsessed fans myself during the pandemic, and have found the phenomenon—the fandom within a fandom within a fandom—to be just as engrossing as the story itself. It’s exactly the kind of niche online world we like to talk about on Slate’s ICYMI podcast, where we gaze deep into the internet abyss so you don’t have to. This collection of articles aims to do the same. Whether you’re already in deep, or a newbie to the form, these pieces should help illuminate (insert “Lumos” spell joke here) the big, wide world of HP fanfic. —Rachelle Hampton
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lmao the fact that they’re announcing a h*rry p*tter reboot series really shows how little people actually care about all of the communities jkr has damaged (or is currently damaging)
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sofiadragon · 6 months
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Got sick again, read a Harry Potter fanfic that had been in my read later forever while on decongestants, and now I'm writing a fixit starring Snape.
The man was all ready to walk into the afterlife and take whatever he had coming, but an upset Harry Potter meets him in the fog limbo train station between life and death. Harry's upset with Dumbledore playing with several generations of people like it's his personal dollhouse instead of fixing anything, says Severus deserved better, and yeets his brain into his 16 year old body for a redo.
More under the cut, because I wrote an epic legnth trans-positive Loki story and JKR is a TERF. The characters live in my head rent-free due to a decade of obsession, and at least Voldemort never intentionally misgendered anybody.
Reluctant savior vibe. Decides the arms race he and the Maurauders had made a lot of useful stuff he could patent so he isn't so desperate for money that he must serve the Dark Lord. He figured out he was ace biromantic a while ago. Despite still caring for Lilly she was a bad friend to him, and his possessive behavior made him a bad friend to her, and it was never going to work. Ends up with Regulus, Horcrux hunting with a group of people that really didn't want to serve a madman but would never go to Dumbledore due to the old man's prejudice.
Voldemort is insane because that's what horcruxes do when you make more than one, and making the Locket in '79 is what cracked him for good. He used to have some fair points and possibly workable policy ideas, but it's devolving into nothing more than calls to violence and a desire to burn the government to the ground.
(Oh hi Mitch McConnell, didn't see your dry husk come in. Sorry, I don't have any appropriate refreshments for an undead turtle. No, you aren't in this story, but I can see how you would think so.)
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psy-ay-ay · 2 years
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the idea that you must hate Hermione for wanting her to end up with Draco is so bizarre. by that logic, JKR must hate everyone who died in her story or she must even hate harry cause his life was so difficult and she wrote it that way. but that just makes for a great story which is what writers are there for: for writing what they see as a great story that they have the ability to create. and Hermione and Draco together make for a hell of a story, the potential becomes so rich with the right storytelling skills in my opinion.
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