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Day 195.2: Hobbies (Part 2)
You can read Part 1 here, if you'd like. Or read this as a stand alone; all you need to know is that Harry learned to make Turkish Pottery.
Draco stood in the doorway, quite certain that he couldn't be seeing what his eyes thought they were seeing. There was no world in which he could be staring at Harry Potter.
If it was Potter, he seemed to have grown even more attractive in the four years since last Draco saw him. Where his hair had been shorn close to his head, it now was long enough for him to pull into a messy topknot; his face had been clean-shaven and now he had a neat, tidy beard. He'd been in pristine, formal auror robes at the last function they'd happened upon each other during, and now he sat with his legs spread wide around the kick wheel, jeans tattered and splattered with clay, wearing an olive green Henley that made his bronze skin glow, sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms, hands covered in clay.
And Draco couldn't think, couldn't even form words, because in no world was it acceptable for someone to look that fucking hot when they were that fucking messy.
Finally, he found his voice, since Potter was just sitting there and staring right back, the piece he'd been constructing now a crumpled heap of clay. "Potter?"
"Err, both by name and by trade," he replied, "yes."
And Draco couldn't quite help himself, he huffed a laugh, because this was so ridiculous, so utterly preposterous, that what else was he meant to do?
"I'm guessing you're surprised to see me."
He huffed a laugh, "I think anyone would be surprised to see you here."
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Potter hummed, scraping the white clay off the wheel and dropping it into a bucket as he moved to standing. "I'd like to keep it that way, if it's all the same to you."
He took a step back, "Are you going to try to obliviate me?" he asked, not keen on having anyone mess with his mind.
The other man blinked at him, "The thought hadn't even occurred to me." He went to the sink and washed his hands, "I was just going to ask your price for keeping it a secret," he added, looking over his shoulder at Draco.
"Oh," he replied, shoulders easing a bit. "No, of course. I won't tell anyone."
Potter raised an eyebrow and turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the sink. "What's the catch?"
"No catch," he insisted. "I'm sure you had your reasons for leaving. Circe knows I've thought about it enough," he added. "I would like to purchase some of your work though, if you're amenable," he said, since that was why he'd stopped here in the first place.
Those keen green eyes, scrutinized him for a moment longer, weighing him, before deciding to drop whatever thoughts had been swirling around his head. "Sure," he said easily. "That's why I'm here," he added with a shrug.
"Your work is," Draco shook his head, "mind-blowingly incredible."
Potter laughed and Draco watched from the corner of his eye as he pushed off the sink and wandered over closer to where Draco was looking at the wall of tea sets. "Thanks."
"Do you do it all by hand?"
The other man looked over at him, "As opposed to?"
"Using magic?"
"Oh," he said, eyebrows raising like the idea surprised him, "Yeah, everything is handmade. I," he shrugged, "use magic to help with cleaning up but the whole point of starting pottery was to have something to do with my hands. My magic-" he broke off, "well. I'm sure you read the papers when it was splashed across every front page."
Draco had been exceedingly curious about that, "Well, one never knows quite what to believe when reading those rags," he said.
The corner of Potter's mouth quirked, "That is," he sighed while he searched for the right words, "refreshingly nice to hear."
He hummed, "Well, I like to hope that people don't believe all that they read about me."
"What brought you in?" Potter asked, graciously changing topics.
Draco laughed, "Luna has one of your tea sets," he said, gesturing to the display in front of him. "It's beautiful," he added. "I asked her where she got it and she told me the name of your shop. Didn't bother to mention that it was you running it, though."
Potter chuckled, "That checks out."
He picked up a pretty blue teacup, examining the intricate designs all of the different shades of blues and the one cheerful pop of yellow.
"Well," he said, "I'll leave you to look." He caught a loose curl and tried to tuck it back into his bun. "Let me know if you have any questions."
Truth be told, Draco had a thousand questions. And some of them were even about Potter’s work.
Nonetheless, he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask, it wasn’t his place, and anything that he wanted to know was ultimately just to satisfy his curiosity about where Potter had gone, what he’d done while he was there, and why he’d left.
Eventually, after picking up various pieces to test the way the different cups felt as he held them in his hand, he settled on a set that was a deep, earthy brown on the outside, glazed until it looked almost wet with how shiny it was. But it was the inside that Draco was really taken with. The inside was painted with blues and teals and whites, it looked like a constellation exploding into being and he couldn’t wait to have a cup of tea and watch the image appear as he drank it.
“Find something you liked?” Potter asked, looking up from a bowl he was painting.
“So many things that I liked,” he replied with a laugh.
Potter smiled at him, bright and earnest. “Thank you.” He set down his paint brush and moved to the counter so he could start packaging the tea set.
Draco watched his sure, graceful movements as he wrapped each cup and the double pot in paper and tidily boxed it up.
After paying with his muggle bank card, Draco said, “thank you. I,” he swallowed, “I won’t tell anyone you’re here.”
Potter leaned his elbows on the counter, green eyes searching Draco’s face. “I believe you,” he replied.
The other man reached out to hand Draco the box and their fingers brushed and Draco was shocked by a jolt of magic so strong he couldn’t help but gasp. It didn’t hurt, it was a sort of pleasant tingling that he felt race up his arm and then down his spine leaving something bright and hot in its wake.
“Shit,” Potter hissed, wandlessly catching the box with Draco’s tea set in it and holding out a steadying hand to Draco but not touching him. “Sorry. Godric, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”
He nodded, “What was that?”
“My magic,” he shook his head, “it’s close to the surface sometimes. It doesn’t happen with muggles,” he hastened to add like he thought Draco might be worried that he was breaking the statue of secrecy. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not hurt?”
He shook his head, “it didn’t hurt at all.”
“Oh,” Potter said, as though it was a surprise. “Most people say it’s like when you get shocked with static electricity.”
“I’m fine,” he repeated, not entirely sure how to say that it had felt nice without admitting that was the case. “It just surprised me.”
He held out the box again, keeping his fingers back, and Draco took it. A small part of his brain was tempted to reach out and touch him again, to hold his hand, see if prolonged contact would lessen or strengthen the feeling.
He resisted.
“What did your healers say was causing that?” he asked as he walked backwards toward the door.
“No one knows,” Potter replied with a shrug.
He frowned, that was a bit disconcerting. “I’m a healer.”
“I know.”
Something thrilled in the pit of his stomach to know that Potter had kept tabs on him. “I specialize in psychological and trauma induced magi-care.”
The other man tilted his head, “for people who’ve suppressed their magic because of trauma.”
“Sometimes,” he agreed. “But also people for whom the opposite it true.”
“My understanding was that your work largely revolves around children and teens,” Potter replied, obviously making the connection between what Draco was saying and what he was implying.
He hummed, “Sometimes,” he affirmed. “Often, even. But I don’t specialize in a particular age group. The field has grown quite a bit in the past few years,” he said, leaving the ‘since you’ve been away’ left unsaid. “I’d,” he swallowed nervously, “be happy to see you, if you are interested. A lot of people really struggled right after the war and the wizarding community has never been good about mental health care. It’s possible that your healer-” he broke off and cleared his throat. “Well. It’s possible that we know more now than we knew then. That’s all I’m trying to say.”
Potter stared at him for a long moment and Draco had to resist the urge to fidget and start talking again.
“Well,” he said again. “Here’s my card, in case you ever decide it’s something you’re interested in.” He flicked his business card toward Potter, using a little wandless magic to help it arrive at its destination.
Then Draco turned and fled the shop without waiting for anything more to be said on the matter.
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To be continued.
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charmedreincarnation · 10 months
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Hey Maya, I got into the void using the method @gorgeouslypink and you talked about so thank you so much.
I had a gaming chair in my room with a reclining chair so I just used that for my method. I went to bed and like the method instructed I woke up 3.5 hours after falling asleep! I woke up and went to my chair which I angled to 130 degrees. Well idk how exact I was, but I tried my best lol. I went to bed after 15 minutes and i had so many weird experiences ranging from hypnagogic state awareness, three false awakenings, sleep paralysis, and lucid dreaming. All within around one hour it was very confusing but I took it as a good sign because I have never experienced any of those things. I just kept going back to bed expecting to wake up in the void and I did!!!!!!!! After one year or over consuming and victimizing myself, I’m leaving my dream life.
I manifested
✨master of the void state and I can get in by just saying I am void 3x. Plus shifting for the future. Harry Potter here I come
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✨for myself I manifested being super gorgeous. (Void came clutch i look like a fucking model) being skinny and never gaining weight, having my desires hourglass body with big boobs and a perky butt, being extremely intelligent and innovative,being an influencer, beginning my acting career, making one million dollars a year, perfect college life at USC, having a wattpadd life, so many different hobbies like singing, playing multiple instruments, pottery, drawing, writing, and so much more. My list was 10 pages long.
✨dream sp, that’s like all my favorite actors, wattpadd men, and has all my dream traits. I am beyond bless. I’m every aspect of my relationship though no one loved it even talked to me two days ago. I was always the ugly duckling, the girl people made fun of, the fatty taking up to much space. Now I have everything because of the law. It feels normal, and I’ll finally start living my life.
I’m super proud of you. Have fun living your dream life, you deserve it, and thank you for sharing your experience 💕
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purplekiwis · 1 year
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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...
Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N
Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)
Wordcount: 3.7k
A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅
THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE
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Hands.
His were artful,
Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.
The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.
The hands of a lover,
Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.
I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.
I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”
“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”
My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”
“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”
“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”
He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”
While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.
I was a Product Design student.
Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.
In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.
None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.
That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.
This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.
His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.
I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.
He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.
That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.
“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”
He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.
I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”
Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…
Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.
I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.
“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”
“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”
My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”
I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”
The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”
He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.
“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”
“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”
He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”
I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”
“I’m 27, you?”
“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”
His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”
“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”
“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”
“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”
I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”
“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”
“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”
“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”            
I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”
“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop.  Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.
“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”
His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”
“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”
“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”
He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”
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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.
I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.
We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.
“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…
I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.
“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”
“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.                                         
“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”
The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”
“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”
“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”
“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”
“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”
“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”
“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”
“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”
“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”
I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”
Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”
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I hope you guys liked this first part 💜
PART 2
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ace-aussie-asshole · 1 month
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HP Family Headcanons:
Mostly canon compliant, largely based on shit I made up. The ones subject to the most change are the ones where I literally change their race and/or nationality.
Families This Post Includes: Potter’s, Black’s, Weasley’s, Malfoy’s, Lupin’s, Prince’s, Gaunt’s, Longbottom’s, Rosier’s, Pettigrew’s, Nott’s, Parkinson’s, Greengrass’.
Potter’s:
The Potter’s were never actually on the sacred list despite canonically being a mostly pureblood family, which means they’re either descended from muggle-born’s or they’re not from Britain.
Potter is an English surname meaning craftsman (specifically in the form of pottery), so it’s safe to assume they possibly did originate in Britain, or maybe they translated their name. And considering my headcanons for other families, it would have to mean they aren’t entirely pureblood.
My headcanon is that the Potter’s started off as a muggle-born couple from Spain, selling their pottery internationally. Probably starting off as the Alfarero House, since Alfarero roughly translates to Potter.
A woman by the name of Celestina Peverell, a descendant of Ignotus Peverell, moved to Spain along with an invisibility cloak she stole from her father in an attempt to hide from her pureblood duties in which she would be forced to marry Brutus Weasley.
While there, she met Javier Alfarero and the two of them fell in love. She shortened her name to Celeste in the hopes that her family and Brutus would never be able to track her down, and passed the invisibility cloak down to her son in case he should ever need it.
Their descendant, Agustin Alfarero, travelled to Britain to set up an Alfarero House, translating it to Potter House. From there, he chose to also translate his surname to Potter.
Agustin met a witch when her pureblood family was visiting from Brazil named Marcia Azevedo. They fell in love and she moved to Britain to be with him. They named their first son Enrique, although he eventually changed it to the English Henry. Their second son was named Charlus Potter.
The Potter’s were not originally too fussed on Hogwarts houses, having historically attended the less well-known school of La Academia De Magos, which was the only magical school in Spain, hence its name. Henry and Charlus were however both sorted into Gryffindor, and were taught by their classmates to not trust the Slytherins.
The Potter’s frequently holiday’d in Spain and Brazil, and Henry moved to Spain for a while to be with a pureblood witch named Sofia Fernandez, before the two of them moved back to Britain to take care of his sick parents.
Charlus Potter soon after married Dorea Black, and they moved to France together where they had their only son, August Potter, named after Charlus’ late father.
Henry and Sofia had their son in Britain, and named him Fleamont Charles Potter, after Henry’s godfather Filimon Prince II and Henry’s brother Charlus.
Fleamont did not continue the family business of pottery making, and instead took to potioneering, developing a series of hair care products that worked for curly hair like his, adding to the already immense Potter fortune.
Fleamont met Euphemia Moon while at Hogwarts, but only developed a relationship with her years after. They married and took on her families religion of Islam, raising their son James Potter on those views.
August Potter ended up living with a “close male companion” (gay cousin alert) named Elliott Dupont. They were even said to have two pet cats together that they called their children.
James Potter married a muggle-born Jewish girl named Lily Evans. The two had a son that they named Harry, after Lily’s father Harrison Evans, but unfortunately had to go into hiding quickly after.
James and Lily died when their son was only one years old, and the boy moved in with his white muggle family, Vernon and Petunia Dursley (formerly Evans).
Harry ended up marrying a woman named Ginevra Weasley, a fact that likely would have displeased Celeste Alfarero, and going down a Ministry career path which ended with him being the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
They had three children together, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter and Lily Luna Potter, all named after people important to Harry and Ginevra.
James II eventually shortened his name to Jace, and married a girl named Alice Longbottom, taking her surname instead of keeping his own. He also ended up becoming a Healer and the two of them had a son named Zachary Longbottom.
Albus caused quite the controversy within his family being the first to not be sorted into Gryffindor since moving to England. He was sorted into Slytherin. He was also the first openly gay Potter (*cough cough* erasing Jace’s bisexuality and August’s very gay love story *cough*) and married his best friend Scorpius Malfoy. The two apparently had no kids together.
Albus also ran away from home at some point during his youth after being hospitalised for psychosis, and took up an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop.
Lily II ended up exploring the world and getting a job in photography before getting married to her long-term boyfriend Lysander Scamander. Due to Lily’s inability to carry, they adopted two kids, a boy and a girl, Liam and Caroline Scamander.
These three mark the end of the Potter name.
Black’s:
The Black’s really got their DNA mixed into every family didn’t they? Like they got the Potter’s and the Moon’s by extension, the Weasley’s, the Rosier’s, the Lestrange’s and the Lovegood’s by extension, the Malfoy’s and the Greengrass’s by extension, the Lupin’s, the Longbottom’s, the Prewett’s, the Gaunt’s. They got everyone.
The Black’s are on the sacred list, and based on their title of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, we can assume that they were quite a powerful and influential family, with extremely old and ancient roots. This would likely mean they helped pioneer the fight to keep magic hidden from muggle’s.
The Black’s have their family roots in the ancient cities of The Roman Empire, being descendants of Gaius Seutonius Paulinus, famous for defeating the Celtic Queen Boudicea and her army of First Nations Britons (such a weird thing to say but it’s a historical fact) during the Boudicean Revolt of 60-61 BCE. Suetonius was not a good person btw.
Black as a surname was given to people for quite literally having black hair and pale skin. This would likely mean that the Black’s were given this name at some point after the fall of the Roman Empire, but most likely around the fourteenth century.
However, due to the characters Artemisia, Apollonia and Licorus (why the fuck is there a canon character named liquorish?) Blackwood’s canonically being ancestors, it would perhaps be more accurate to say that in the early fourteenth century their name was Blackwood, and it was changed later.
The seventeenth century is when the International Statute of Secrecy was put into place, and by this point the Blackwood’s would have firmly secured their place as a powerful and wealthy pureblood family as the descendants of Seutonius, and used this influence to bring as many pureblood’s to their side as possible. Due to how many formerly muggle-loving families end up close to the Blackwood’s, we can safely say they played a major role in this bills success.
I think this is when the switch from Blackwood to Black likely occurred, in order to wipe their family from muggle records and remain hidden. I also think this would have started a trend and that is why so many wizard families have such strange names.
This would mean the Black’s were famous not only in Britain, but also on a global scale. Think of them like the royal family of the wizarding world. Everyone has heard of them, everyone keeps up with them, and it’s a big deal when one marries or dies. This is how they earned the title of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
For this reason the Black’s took their blood status and public image very seriously, not a single hair out of place because someone somewhere in the world was guaranteed to notice. This is also why when a family member left they made such a big deal of burning their picture on the family tree.
I can’t be fucked going through the whole family tree and I one hundred percent ignored the Potter’s canon family tree for the most part, so keep that in mind.
Artemisia Blackwood was apparently disowned, as was her nephew Eduardus Black (fucking hell, Liquorish had something like six kids). Iola Black, Phineas Black, Cedrella Black, Marius Black, Andromeda Black and Sirius Black III were also all disowned, Sirius III being the first to have the Black name to not be sorted into Slytherin.
Bellatrix Black, the older sister of Andromeda, married Rodolphus Lestrange and had an adulterous pregnancy to Tom Marvolo Riddle’s child, Delphini Riddle.
Andromeda Black married a muggle-born man, Edward Tonks, and had a daughter named Nymphadora Tonks.
Narcissa Black, Andromeda’s younger sister, married Lucius Malfoy and had a son named Draco Malfoy.
Sirius III and his younger brother Regulus II, reportedly never got married. Sirius was originally to marry Ingrid Leifsdottir, a pureblood from Scandinavia, but reportedly never lived up to that expectation. Regulus was to marry Pandora Lestrange, however she was disowned from her family and he died before meeting anyone else.
And that is where the Black name ends.
Weasley’s:
The Weasley’s are on the sacred list, meaning they’re an old enough family to have likely had some influence during the witch trials. Which would mean according to prior headcanon their name used to be different.
Due to the use of Weaselby as an insult, one that seems to come out of nowhere but angers the family greatly, it is a reasonable assumption that this was once their name.
They also have a blood relation to the Flint, Yaxley and Crouch families, which means they very likely used to be quite powerful within the pureblood community. The Weaselby’s were most likely originally supremacists, and the name is likely insulting due to it being a reminder of how far they had fallen.
The Weasley’s likely changed their name a few years after the Black’s, once it had become a bit of a trend. The Weasley’s likely had a massive wealth at this time as well, since many of the Weasley’s seemed to have been the entrepreneurial type.
Public perception changed when Brutus Weasley was to marry Celestina Peverell, who went as far as to flee the country to stay away from him. Due to this dip in reputation, less people were buying from the Weasley family businesses, and so most of them ended up going bankrupt.
Garreth Weasley, from a few generations later, would experiment on his family members with his potions, likely sucking up a decent portion of the funds and causing the Weasley’s to become more frugal. Their experiences on the receiving end of Garreth’s experimental potions also likely kickstarted their change of opinion when it came to dark magic.
Garreth’s grandson, Septimus Weasley, was the first to turn away from pureblood supremacy when he ran away with the disgraced Cedrella Black to research the scientific achievements of muggles. Septimus and his siblings likely squandered their families fortune to be less substantial than many other pureblood’s.
Septimus served as an Auror, losing much of his wealth to the Grindelwars, along with his siblings who quickly joined his side during this time.
Septimus and Cedrella’s children, Ignatius III, Ortensia II, Arthur and Bilius, received their share of the remaining fortune, with Ortensia II and Arthur being the only ones to start families.
Ortensia married a muggle man named David Wallace and moved to the USA to be with him, while Arthur married the pureblood Molly Prewett.
Arthur and Molly lost much of their money during the first Voldine wars, and to their first three children, William, Charles and Perseus. Arthur moved from Auror work to be the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office in the hopes that he might receive better pay.
He and his wife also had four other children, Frederick, George, Ronald and Ginevra.
William got a job as a curse breaker and Charles moved to Romania to work as a dragon tamer. Perseus started working for the Ministry, Frederick and George dropped out of high school to start Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes which achieved great success.
William married during this time, a French girl with Veela heritage named Fleur Delacour and they later had their first daughter Victoire Weasley.
Ronald started working as an Auror before they had their second child, Dominique (“Dom/Nyx” we stan a demigirl) Weasley. During this time Perseus also got married to a Welsh witch named Audrey Emerson.
Perseus and Audrey had Molly II and Lucy, George married Angelina Johnson, Ronald married a muggle-born Hermione Granger and Ginevra married Harry Potter.
William, George and Ginevra all had kids around the same time, Louis Weasley, Frederick Weasley II and James Potter respectively. Then came Ronald’s daughter and Ginevra’s son, Rose Granger-Weasley and Albus Potter. Then George had a daughter, Roxanne Weasley. Ginevra and Ronald had their last kids Lily Potter and Hugo Granger-Weasley.
Victoire married Teddy Lupin and they had a daughter, Dora Lupin. Dominique married Delphi Riddle and they had no kids. Louis married no one but did adopt a daughter, Eloise Weasley.
Molly II married Esmee Winter, and the two had no kids. Lucy married Lionel Butterfield and they had two kids together, Eric and Wyatt Butterfield.
Frederick II married Frank Longbottom II and had no kids. Roxanne engaged in a platonic marriage with Theta Cornfoot and had an IVF son named Caleb Weasley-Cornfoot.
Rose Granger-Weasley never married but did have a romantic relationship with Auggie Longbottom. Hugo Granger-Weasley married Lorcan Scamander and the two took the singular Granger surname.
And I am not going through Eloise and Caleb’s lives so figure that out yourselves.
Malfoy’s:
Malfoy is a French name that quite literally means “bad faith”, so this would imply the family originate in France and that the country of origin doesn’t actually matter too much when it comes to the sacred list. Therefore, the Potter’s couldn’t be entirely pureblood.
A fun canonical fact about the Malfoy family is that they are technically not entirely pureblood, but not for the reasons you think. The Malfoy’s amassed their great wealth through their relationships to wealthy and important muggle families. This is a canon fact guys.
The Malfoy’s likely originated in France, developing a strong bond with the French royal family. A cousin of theirs, Anne Boleyn, however moved to Britain to be with Henry VIII. But after being discovered as a witch she was beheaded.
This, and various other incidents of beheading over the decades, which magic could not protect them from, helped with the idea of the International Statute of Secrecy. And yet, despite their ancestor being beheaded, the Malfoy’s did not want this bill to go forward.
The Malfoy’s were enjoying their life of luxury, something they could only afford because of their relationship with muggles and specifically wealthy muggle families. They changed the tune of their song when it became clear the bill was going to pass.
The Malfoy’s moved to Britain as they switched sides, since the Malfoy’s at that time were not all that well known in Britain and no one would question their sudden change of opinion. They were also placed on the sacred list despite having generations of muggle blood, and even some Veela blood.
Because of this move, their name was not easily recognisable in Britain and so they felt no need to change it. They also didn’t want to completely erase their history of relations with royalty.
They developed a reputation in Britain for obtaining and selling dark artefacts due to the plethora of objects gifted to them by the French royal family, and began what could essentially be considered a French mafia in wizarding Britain.
With dark magic beginning to lose public favour, and being labelled as evil, the Malfoy’s had to take their business underground, and only the most ancient British families were aware of their dealings fo the most part. If you wanted a trinket, you went to the Malfoy’s.
Armand Malfoy had a close relationship to the Filch’s, which allowed him to access many dark artefacts previously unheard of, giving a small cut of the profits to the Filch’s. And if anyone found out about these underhanded deals, Armand would send someone to deal with them.
The Malfoy’s took pride in being a Slytherin family, using serpent iconography in their own family crest to emulate the house. Likely a bid to further hide the shameful muggle blood in their heritage.
The Malfoy’s also had a history of taking brides from places such as France, Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg and the Netherlands. This was their attempt to stay pure without interfering too much with the existing British pureblood lines.
Abraxas Malfoy took a Belgian woman, Penelope Babineaux, as his wife and had three children. His eldest was a girl, Merita Malfoy, who married into a pureblood Dutch family and brought the family business of seeking dark artefacts to the Netherlands. Lucius Malfoy II, was his eldest son and therefore heir, although they had another son as well, Poseidon Malfoy.
Lucius II was originally to marry Horatia Accrington to strengthen bonds within the British wizarding world and get ahold of some family heirlooms, however Horatia chose to marry another man, Romulus Greengrass instead, and Lucius had a rushed arrangement with the slightly younger Narcissa Black. This was a much more favourable option, and with the Black’s and Greengrass’ rivaling for centuries it served as a somewhat petty political arrangement.
Poseidon never married, although he had many unsuccessful courting attempts throughout his life.
Lucius focused less on the underhanded business deals of his family, instead finding dark artefacts to serve as a very useful demonstration of wealth and power. The Malfoy’s had gathered enough wealth that he really did not need to continue running the mafia anyway, and it mostly moved to the Netherlands with his sister and her husband.
Lucius and Narcissa had a son, Draco Malfoy, who grew up and abandoned his families pureblood supremacist views and left behind the underground dark deals of his family. He studied to become a Healer (nurse) and left his betrothed, Pansy Parkinson, at the alter to marry Astoria Greengrass. A fact which greatly displeased both of his parents.
Draco and Astoria ended up adopting Draco’s cousin, Delphi Riddle, when she was young and later had their son Scorpius Malfoy. Astoria died before either of the children married, having inherited a blood curse from her mother, that for some strange reason wasn’t passed onto Scorpius.
Draco later remarried to a muggle man named Jonathan Young, and the two grew old together in the Malfoy Manor.
Delphi married into the Weasley family, specifically Dominique Weasley, and the two had no children. Scorpius married his best friend Albus Potter, and these two also reportedly had no children.
And that marks the end of the Malfoy name.
Lupin’s:
It’s unclear whether the Lupin’s were ever on the sacred list, but it is a very reasonable assumption to say that they spent most of history being a pureblood family, and as a result, were.
I’ve heard headcanons that the Lupin family have some history with werewolves, and I have decided to have a slightly different take on it. Since we know Lyall Lupin originally despised werewolves, is it possible they got their name Lupin from hunting wolves?
The Lupin’s were originally an American pureblood family, solely because they moved to America during the time slave trades that occurred between Britain, Africa and the Americas. Not as African Americans, as British colonisers, setting up a civilised and white wizarding society within the USA.
The Lupin’s had a business of killing wolves for their pelts and selling them to be made into expensive wizard robes. They contributed a considerable amount to the culling of the wolf population, and didn’t even stop when there were concerns that some of these wolves might have been werewolves.
The concern for werewolves grew in America before anywhere else due to the muggles own religious fears. Many muggle-borns brought these fears into the wizarding world, and werewolves, which had always been very rare, became somewhat of a target.
The Lupin’s, due to their history of killing wolves for designer cloaks, got a lot of attention due to this. Originally they were praised as great heroes for protecting people from the treacherous monsters of the night, but as public opinion changed in America, the Lupin’s began to be treated with much more dislike.
Due to this, Adolphus Lupin moved his wife and kids to Britain in order to keep the family business afloat. Wolves were however much harder to come by in Britain, so they incorporated more feathers and scales into their designs since snakes seemed to be popular among pureblood’s and there seemed to be a feathery trend in Britain.
The Lupin’s started attending Hogwarts, not caring much for house but mostly ending up in Ravenclaw and on occasion Slytherin.
During the goblin uprising, the morals of using endangered animals skin as fabric was brought into question, and several other fashion businesses popped up, leaving the Lupin’s with fewer and fewer customers until they eventually went bankrupt.
John Lupin was particularly upset with this, and ended up getting a job in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to combat some of the controversy his family was facing, serving as something of a rival to Newton Scamander.
John married Isabella Grove, a British pureblood of Chilean decent, and they tried to raise their son, Lyall Lupin, to be interested in monsters and creatures.
This backfired when Lyall wanted to understand creatures, although he did share their supremacist views against halfbreeds. He became so interested in the creatures his parents warned him about that he too ended up working for the DRCMC, trying to remove specifically the dangerous creatures and take care of the harmless ones.
Lyall married a muggle woman, Hope Howell, and together they had a child Remus Lupin. However, when Remus was four he became the very thing his family had despised for generations.
After Lyall insulted werewolves during the trial of Fenrir Greyback, Fenrir made the choice to break into Lyall’s house and turn Remus into one as revenge. Lyall’s own child being a werewolf was what it took for the Lupin’s to change their views on creatures and halfbloods.
Remus was worried he wouldn’t get to go to Hogwarts, however he did attend as the first Lupin to be sorted into Gryffindor, something his family likely did not care about.
Remus found it difficult to maintain jobs because of his condition, eventually falling below the poverty line before marrying a much younger metamorphmagus, Nymphedora Tonks.
They had their son, Edward “Teddy” (demiboy icon) Lupin, named after Nymphadora’s father, who much to their relief did not inherit a case of lycanthropy nearly as severe as his father. Shortly after, Remus and Nymphadora died, leaving Teddy to be raised by his maternal grandmother Andromeda Tonks.
Teddy became the first Lupin to be sorted into Hufflepuff, and ended up marrying Victoire Weasley. The two had a daughter together, Dora Lupin, and that is where I’m finishing.
Prince’s:
There is almost no canon for this family and that is so scary. I guess it just means I have to make everything up myself.
Prince was a surname given to people for having a regal set of behaviours or sometimes it was a surname won through a trial of some kind. It did not actually mean you were descended from royalty. And for the Prince family, I like to believe they got this surname through a victory. This specific trial was being the first wizards to tame a dragon.
In fact, dragons had been such a big part of the Prince families wealth, taming dragons to protect vaults or other high risk places, that many of them were named Dracule, Draconius, and other such names.
For this reason, they were probably very proud of their surname, and so while the Black’s started a trend of changing your surname to further hide your family from existence, I don’t think the Prince’s went along with this trend.
Wyvernus Prince moved to Romania at some point to start a dragon sanctuary, that would care for the many dragons becoming endangered species since the Lupin’s had moved to Britain.
Wyvernus formed a strenuous relationship with the Scamander’s as they had similar ambitions to protect magical wildlife, but disagreed on matters of blood status.
While in Romania, Wyvernus fell in love with the pureblooded Ruxandra Codrin, whose father served in the Romanian kings court. They had multiple children, Filimon Prince, Drakonya Prince and Petrut Prince.
The Prince’s only returned, generations later, to Britain when Newton and Theseus Scamander called on their help to fight in the Grindelwars.
Due to this the Prince’s were relatively out of the loop when it came to Britain wizarding society. Filimon Prince II chose to stay in Britain while his younger siblings moved back to Romania to care for their dragons. Unlike his siblings, whose views quickly adopted to accept all blood statuses, Filimon II remained steadfast in his belief that muggles and muggle-borns were inherently weaker, and that halfbreeds were abominations.
This belief remained within the proudly Slytherin Prince family up until Eileen Prince. She was shunned from her family and fell in love with a muggle man named Tobias Snape. Together they had a child, Severus Snape, who never married or had any kids of his own.
This marks the end of the Prince name.
Gaunt’s:
The Gaunt’s were famously descendants of Salazar Slytherin, a fact that was probably less advertised when people started to believe Slytherins were all evil, which seems to have happened before the events of HL but couldn’t have been too far into the past.
Gaunt is also a name which means lean, haggard, grim and desolate in appearance, mostly due to poor health or maintenance in the context of architecture. I believe they would have gotten this name the same way the Black’s and Weasley’s got theirs, by changing it themselves after the International Statute of Secrecy was passed.
The Slytherin’s, as they were originally called, developed their parseltongue ability due to the union of Neptunis Slytherin and Medusa Serpentine, who had been cursed to be a gorgon. Due to the Slytherin family actively practicing this skill, and even incorporating snakes into their family emblem, the skill never faded, unlike how other creature blood may lose its potency with the skills going unpracticed.
Pythonus Slytherin eventually married Corvua Peverell, a descendant of Cadmus Peverell. She had been gifted stone which would allow her to connect with the dead, and this stone was fashioned into a ring that was passed down through the Slytherin family.
Salazar Slytherin was orphaned when his parents, Pythonus Slytherin II and Cordelia Slytherin, were drowned during the witch trials. He fled his home town and took up refuge with three other warlocks, a family locket and the ring being the only things of theirs he had left. Salazar later returned to his home town to destroy it as revenge for killing his parents, specifically by flooding the town and laying it to waste.
His friends found this town years later, after it became a safe haven for warlocks, and used the castle to start up a school, Hogwarts. Salazar, having lived in this town with his parents being close to the royal family, knew about many places within the castle he could use to his advantage.
Salazar chose to use the dungeons as his sanctuary because it looked into the very lake his parents died in, and it allowed him to use some of the more hidden cells as rooms his friends would never know about. He created three secret rooms within the castle.
The first was a small room he could use to travel to a friends house, who was spying on the muggles and making sure they never found out about the school. The second was a Scriptorium, which he hid behind many puzzles and wards, detailing his disputes with his friends and his plans to make sure no muggle found out about the school.
The final was something later titled the Chamber of Secrets, which housed a basilisk he had caught and tamed to do the bidding of anyone that shared his blood, hoping his heirs might eradicate any muggle-borns within the school walls. His hopes with this was that when muggles started learning about the school and starting an uprising, the basilisk would scare them away.
His friends were however becoming suspicious of him, and he was forced to have the entrance to this chamber be somewhere his friends would never find, even if they found the others.
Salazar kept these rooms hidden, making sure no one could ever interfere with his plans to keep the school as hidden from muggles and their magical offspring as humanly possible.
The family name switched to Gaunt shortly after the Black’s switched their name, which bolstered the name changes popularity within pureblood families across Britain in particular. Of course, the Gaunt name lost some of its prevalence over the years due to not sharing any similarities with the original family name.
The Gaunt’s ended up having to hide the parselmouth abilities as more and more families began to associate it with the darkest and most evil of magic, something that would have been detrimental to their family as muggle-borns and squibs began to get more rights.
Noctua Gaunt was the first of her family to turn away from their pureblood supremacist views and do deeper research into her family history. She could not find any records in general libraries due to the Gaunt’s hiding their Slytherin heritage for the most part, but did figure out that if Salazar had one secret room in the dungeons, he likely had others. This led to her discovering the existence of the Scriptorium.
Noctua kept this a secret from the rest of her family in case it contained dark artefacts or horrible spell books. She did tell her disabled nephew, Ominis Gaunt about it, due to him sharing similar anti-supremacist views as her. She died at the entrance of the Scriptorium, unable to complete the final puzzle to get it open.
Ominis Gaunt and some of his friends later found this Scriptorium, and completed the final puzzle, which had been a task so horrendous Ominis was never able forgive his friend. Ominis found information on his family and the Chamber of Secrets, and chose to hide these from his friends and the rest of his family.
Ominis Gaunt moved to the countryside, and when he died many of the journals and spell books he’d stolen from the Scriptorium were returned to his family.
Marvolo Gaunt inherited these papers, and when his children Morfin and Merope attended Hogwarts, he asked them to investigate further into the school to find these hidden rooms and keep a record of everything.
Morfin and Merope were unsuccessful. This fact greatly angered Marvolo, and he blamed the failure on his muggle-loving daughter, claiming she sabotaged her brothers search as well.
Merope fell in love with a muggle man, Tom Riddle, and hoped he would help her escape. She eventually fled her family, kidnapping the man and feeding him love potions to force him into loving her for years. Merope married this man and only stopped giving him the love potion when she found out she was pregnant, resulting in him leaving her and being admitted to a sanitarium for schizophrenia with wild claims of witches and magic.
Merope Riddle gave birth to Tom Marvolo Riddle, and died in doing so. Tom II ended up being the Slytherin to open the chamber, and later killed both sides of his family as revenge for never taking him in.
And that is where the Gaunt name ends.
Longbottom’s:
We do know that canonically the Longbottom’s were on the sacred list, therefore they are a very old family. This would imply that they also had some ancient roots. I however, do not personally headcanon them as of European descent, rather I think the Longbottom’s come from China.
Which would mean their name was definitely not Longbottom originally. Instead, their name was originally just Long, a Chinese name meaning “dragon”. I believe they got this name because an ancestor, Long Xiu, was a great warrior and pyromancer, earning him the monicker The Dragon, or Long.
The Long family were a well respected pureblood family with ties to the military, and manufacturing of magical weaponry, so when the International Statute of Secrecy was being voted on, they had great influence over how the East voted.
The Long family had initially remained neutral, until it became clear that this secrecy would benefit their business, as their weaponry would be less likely to end up in the hands of muggles. This meant that many Eastern wizarding families also ended up wanting the bill to pass.
The name change was something almost exclusive to the West, and so the Long family, and most other Eastern families, had all kept their surnames the same.
The Long family were however pureblood supremacists for a very long time, and with their ties to the military they made it harder for muggle-borns to fight for their rights.
There was one member of the family, Long Xian, who didn’t support his families views on muggle-borns needing to be eradicated, rather he thought they needed to be civilised and assimilated.
During an expedition through Europe to find new technology for the family business, he found that many Western countries were much more tolerant of his viewpoint. As a result, Long Xian moved to Britain, where he thought there might be greater efforts to assimilate muggle-borns to the pureblood way.
Long Xian kept his name, and after marrying a member of the Chang family, had a two children. Long Mei Fen and Long Wei Ming.
The Long’s attended Hogwarts where Mei Fen was sorted into Slytherin and Wei Ming was sorted into Gryffindor. Due to professors not understanding how to pronounce their names, at school they went by Maya and William respectively.
William ended up marrying Chinese royalty, courting the princess Wangxu Ai Fang.
Their surname changed from Long to Longbottom because that is what many pureblood families had been calling them, since they were the bottom of the barrel pureblood’s. Not quite supremacist but not quite blood-traitors.
Ai Fang died while giving birth to her first and only child, and to honour her William named his son Harfang. Harfang Longbottom went to school, and solidified the Longbottom’s as a Gryffindor family after his sorting.
Harfang Longbottom married Callidora Black in a last ditch effort to keep the bloodline pure and gain some relevance in pureblood society. This did not work, as their two sons Edmund and Augustine largely befriended halfblood’s and blood-traitors while at school.
Edmund married a Korean pureblood, Tae Binna, after establishing a connection to the Korean magical military, and they named their children Augusta, Algie, Enid and Harfang II.
Harfang II married another Korean pureblood, hoping to maintain a connection to the Korean magical military. Their son was named Frances Longbottom.
Frances rose to notoriety after marrying the British pureblood, Alice Fortescue, and serving as a general during the first Voldine War. He supplied the Order of the Phoenix with expertise and weaponry, allowing them to stay afloat for at least a couple years before things took a turn for the worst.
Frances’ son, Neville Longbottom, ended up living with his aunt Augusta after Frances and Alice were tortured to catatonia by Death-Eaters. During the second Voldine War, Neville greatly assisted in the ending of the war and victory of the Order of the Phoenix.
He left the family business for a job in teaching, married a half-Vietnamese pureblood named Hannah Abbott, and had three children: Frank, Alice and Augusta “Auggie”.
Frank married Frederick Weasley II and they had no kids together. Alice married Jace Potter, who took her surname, and they had Zachary Longbottom. And while Auggie never married they did have a long term relationship with Rose Granger-Weasley.
You can figure out what happened to Zachary Longbottom.
Rosier’s:
Rosier is a French surname meaning “rose tree” and is also the name of a fallen angel/demon associated with love and attraction. I thought it might be interesting, given the interpretation that the Malfoy’s have some connection to Veela, that perhaps the Rosier’s have Incubus, Succubus or Concubus heritage. Preferably Concubus because I feel like they don’t get enough attention.
Due to this demonic blood, I would imagine they’d actually be able to use dark magic without causing any harm to themselves, meaning no damage to the soul or corruption of the body. This would also create a resistance against curses that may get weaker from generation to generation.
The Rosier’s I believe, due to how many times they fought on the dark side of a war, would have tried to erase this connection to demonic blood. Perhaps their original name was something more blatantly demonic, such as , LeMauvais which translates to “the evil one” and I believe is a folkloric title of the devil.
There were twin brothers, and they lived together in France. Until, Rosier LeMauvais was beheaded for witchcraft, which led to Diabolos LeMauvais fleeing the country and moving to England. Once there, upon seeing the trend of changing your name to further hide your existence from muggles, Diabolos took the surname Rosier, in honour of his late twin brother.
This also allowed him to join the sacred list despite having demonic blood, because the English aristocrats were not aware of the unholy matrimony between Diabolos’ grandparents like the French were.
As such, the Rosier’s and Malfoy’s knew of each other’s impure blood, and came to an agreement to stay hush about it.
The Rosier’s would infiltrate the Ministry as Aurors and make sure no one found out about the Malfoy’s under the table dealings while the Malfoy’s would provide them with dark artefacts at a greatly discounted price.
Because of this, the Rosier’s became infamous in the Ministry and generation after generation of Rosier’s would make it into high ranking DMLE jobs. Some even made it to the Wizengamot. This meant they had great influence on some of the laws made and the persecution of dark magic.
At some point the Rosier’s moved back to France, likely to investigate a rise of dark magic or demonic activity, something which would greatly interest them.
While there, Marcellus Rosier married a pureblood with similar familial ties to demons (in this case Succubi) named Nathara Chavrolet, while his sister, Minette Rosier, married Corvus Lestrange.
Marcellus and Nathara had one child, Lucien Rosier. Lucien attended Beauxbatons, as did many other generations of Rosier’s until the early 1900s.
Felix and Vinda Rosier joined Gellert Grindelwald’s crusade for power while he was staying in France, and as a result followed him around the globe until they eventually ended up back in Britain.
Felix Rosier eventually married the pureblooded Dixacia Pettigrew, and they had a son named Benedictus Rosier and a daughter named Druella Rosier. Both of which were sorted into Slytherin, much like the generations of Rosier’s that had once lived in Britain.
Benedictus married Lyodra Yaxley, and had one son, Evan Rosier, while Druella married into the prestigious Black family, with Cygnus Black II, and had three daughters, Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa. All of these children were sorted into Slytherin.
Evan Rosier and his parents joined the ranks of the Death-Eaters, becoming some of Voldemort’s loyal servants. They were especially useful because of their inexplicable ability to perform dark magic with minimal side effects.
Evan married the slightly older Necessitas Accrington, and together they had a son and a daughter, Felix Rosier II and Rosetta Rosier.
Necessitas Rosier had inherited a blood curse from her mother which severely weakened her and eventually led to her death, but due to the Rosier’s demonic blood this curse was not passed on to Felix II or Rosetta.
Felix II died during the battle of Hogwarts, around the same time that Necessitas died to her blood curse. Evan also died awaiting his second trial for treason and terrorism.
Rosetta married Phillip Parkinson II, and they had a daughter named Nebula Parkinson.
This marks the end of the Rosier family name.
Pettigrew’s:
The name Pettigrew is quite literally meant to be a play on how Peter was Ron’s pet rat and grew into a human, derived from petit and cru. So it literally means “from small to big”. Perhaps the Pettigrew’s derived this name from another the same way we’ve claimed a lot of other families have. (Guys there’s less canon for these guys than the Lupin’s and Prince’s. I’m literally making this all up as I go.)
The name Vittergroot would be of Dutch origin, with vitter meaning “critic” and groot meaning “big”. Essentially, you would consider them a great critic of some sorts. This would imply the Vittergroot’s had an origin in judgement, and what greater judgement is there than law?
The Vittergroot family would have had their own law firm in the Netherland’s, possibly Vittergroot Legal, and may have handled many accusations of witchcraft, actively working to keep witches from being sentenced to deaths they would not be able to escape, or perhaps supplying them with falsified evidence to avoid a guilty verdict at all.
Due to this, the Vittergroot’s would have had great popularity among witches, and possibly great disdain among muggles. The Vittergroot’s could have very easily been accused of witchcraft themselves, forcing them to flee to Britain.
There, they would follow the trend of changing one’s name, and would adopt the English name Pettigrew, due to how similar it sounded to their original surname.
The Pettigrew’s would once again start up a law firm in Britain after the International Statute of Secrecy was passed, this time dealing with the persecution of muggle-borns and creatures.
Ultimately this led to them having a close relationship to many pureblood families in spite of most Pettigrew’s being in either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Many deemed the Pettigrew’s a great ally due to their influence over whether or not a person was found guilty or innocent.
As times changed, and laws changed, the Pettigrew’s did as well. Initially they would continue to undermine the justice system to push their own supremacist agenda, but with them being in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, they were largely surrounded by muggle-borns, halfbloods, halfbreeds and blood-traitors.
Dixacia Pettigrew was the last of her family to follow in the pureblood belief system, marrying Felix Rosier while her brother, Abraham Pettigrew, married a muggle-born named Lisandra Olivewine. This marriage removed the Pettigrew’s from the sacred list.
The Pettigrew’s would fight for the right of wizarding minorities in the generations following, until Peter Pettigrew.
Peter joined the ranks of the Death-Eaters serving as a spy and infiltrating the Order of the Phoenix. He killed many, including old friends, and eventually killed himself.
This marks the end of the Pettigrew name.
Nott’s:
Nott is a name likely derivative of the Norse Goddess Nott, the personification of night. With this name is imagine they earned it by being a family with strong ties to astronomy and divination, and perhaps some giant heritage.
With the family originating in Scandinavia, they were also likely a sea fairing family. Perhaps they made their fortune by going across the world to create star charts and map the constellations.
I’d also imagine, much like seems to be the case with many pureblood families, their giant blood was something they kept secret. Yes they would be much taller than those around them, and would develop much more muscle, but aside from that not much else was different biologically.
Due to their travels, the Nott’s ended up having ties to important pureblood families all across the globe, and contributed greatly to the success of the International Statute of Secrecy. They, unlike the Blackwood’s, would not change their name to something else.
Hildigunn Nott ended up making great strides in the field of Divination, learning from all different cultures around the world. He even learnt from the centaurs to develop an astrological technique to read the future. It largely ignored the zodiac, however some found many connections to the Greek zodiac.
Eventually Magnihild Nott moved to Britain in order to be with a seer woman he’d met and fallen in love with, Nictina Trelawny. Their children, Magnus Nott, Archimedes Nott and Ingrid Nott attended Hogwarts, with most ending up in Slytherin.
The following generations did not stick to one family profession like was common for pureblood families, but rather had all sorts of jobs. Often these jobs did have some connection to Astronomy or Divination.
Thanks to Cantankerus Nott and his book, The Pure-Blood Directory, the Nott’s quickly rose to be a family of prestige. This was something the wizarding world desperately needed as more and more pureblood’s turned away from supremacy.
His grandson, Fornax Nott, ended up marrying the pureblood woman Ophelia Avery, they had their four children before Ophelia eventually died. Achilles, Arnold, Theodore and Cassandra.
Achilles married a Scandinavian pureblood he met while on holiday, named Dahlia Ahlstedt. Arnold Nott also married around the same time, to Invidia Pike.
While Dahlia Nott was pregnant, Theodore was supposed to marry a woman named Electra Sallow, but instead brought shame to his family by marrying a muggle woman named Felicity Thorne.
Achilles and Dahlia had two sons, Achilles Nott Jr. and Reginald Nott. Arnold and Invidia had one son, Harold Nott. Theodore and Felicity had one daughter before they eventually divorced named Nora Nott. Cassandra never married or had any kids.
You can figure out the rest.
Parkinson’s:
Parkinson is a name meaning “son of Parkins”, and Parkins means “rock”. It is a derivative form of the Greek name Peter. So, if we are to follow along with previously established trends, perhaps their name was originally Peterson.
The Peterson family would have had great ties to the Ministry of Britain, and likely would have been considered a Ministry family with many generations of sons becoming government officials.
The Peterson’s would help pioneer the call for the International Statute of Secrecy, as they greatly despised muggles and viewed them as a much weaker race.
They changed their name to Parkinson shortly after that Black’s started the trend.
They continued to be held in high esteem, getting the most high level Ministry jobs and marrying into the purest of bloodlines. Public perception started to shift with Perseus Parkinson I.
Perseus I was made Minister of Magic in the early 1700’s, shortly after the International Statute of Secrecy would have been passed. He tried many times to pass a bill that would further separate witches and muggles, and due to this became greatly unpopular. He was not voted in for a second term.
Centuries later, Phillip Parkinson I openly joined Grindelwald’s crusade to have muggles bow down to them, as a superior group of people. This led to many supremacists revering the Parkinson’s but a large portion of the public condemning them.
Descendants Pansy and Phillip II ended up bringing great shame to their family. Phillip II was to marry Astoria Greengrass, however after a scandal involving being seen kissing, the arrangement was cancelled and Phillip II was betrothed to Rosetta Rosier instead.
Even greater shame was brought to the family when his older sister Pansy was left at the alter by Draco Malfoy, who ended up marrying Astoria. Pansy apparently benefited from this though, getting a career in law and later marrying the muggle-born Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Phillip II and Rosetta had a single daughter, Nebula Parkinson, who married Hadrian Flint and had two daughters.
This marks the end of the Parkinson name.
Greengrass’:
Would you believe me if I told you their surname literally means “green grass”? This is probably not meant to be taken so literally, and is more likely connected to farming and agriculture.
Before I get into all of that, this family had a long withstanding rivalry with the Blackwood’s. This was caused by the Greengrass’ being descendants of Boudicea, a First Nations Celtic queen who was publicly flogged and her daughters raped. (She is a real historical figure.)
Suetonius practically annihilated Boudicea and her allies when they attempted to revolt, and rather than being taken as a prisoner Boudicea poisoned herself.
Her descendants never forgave the descendants of Seutonius, or as previously established, the Blackwood’s.
For this reason I don’t think the Greengrass’ would have changed their name after the wizarding world hid away. They would not be seen as possibly forgiving the Blackwood’s.
The Greengrass’ connection to farming would come in the form of owning a large portion of farmland, and supplying the wizarding world with produce and livestock, while technically being registered with muggles.
For this reason many people adored the Greengrass’ in equal measure to the Blackwood’s. Their popularity eventually allowed the family to be revered as one of the most prestigious pureblood families.
The Greengrass’ rarely voiced their opinions on supremacy, largely being viewed as neutral, something they needed to do so that they could remain in public favour as opinions shifted, unlike the very vocally supremacist Blackwood’s.
And now I probably should talk about that blood malediction, even if it technically doesn’t originate from the Greengrass line. Many fans refer to it as the Greengrass family blood curse, despite it being established that only the women would be able to pass it down to their children, so therefore it had to originate somewhere else.
Essentially, there was a supremely powerful witch in Greece, named Hekateia Hermokratos, who was rumoured to be a Huntress of Artemis in addition to having a possibly divine blood connection to Hekate.
Hekateia was viewed as an abomination in her village, as she was quite beautiful and many men did not like her choice to remain chaste. Hekateia was impregnated and cursed to have only the weakest and most frail of children for her choice to not date or have sex.
Hekateia had twins, a girl and a boy. Eudokia and Aiskhlypos Hermokratos. They both inherited this curse, being considerably weaker, with their blood simply not clotting correctly, or not being able to keep consistent iron or oxygen levels, and a concerningly low white blood cell count. This is why the curse was considered an aimotykhysia, or blood curse.
What they found however, when Eudokia and Aiskhlypos had children of their own, only Eudokia was able to pass down the curse. Aiskhlypos’ children were not affected, and grew up to be oracles and soldiers.
Eudokia’s descendant, Niktomede Ntouminarsis, travelled the world to find cures in foreign lands as her condition got gradually worse. She found her way to Britain and bastardised her name to be Nimue Toumin.
While in Britain, she encountered a Celtic man named Merlin Wyllt, and saw his great magical abilities. She hoped he would be able to cure her blood malediction, but she died giving birth to their daughter, Cleopatra Wyllt, before he was able to find a cure for her.
Merlin continued to hunt for a cure for his daughter, and eventually returned to Greece to study their magic and gods. He was unable to find a cure.
Generation after generation tried to find the most powerful suitors to cure them, or at least bring their grandkids great magical ability that could help them out of their impoverish situation.
Eventually, Demetria Argyros moved to Britain, in the hopes that revered potioneer Archetius Accrington would be able to cure her. They fell in love and had three children, Horatia, Necessitas and Hyperion Accrington.
Demetria’s life was able to be extended by Archetius, but she died while Hyperion was just a boy. Archetius became a recluse offer his wife died, and he tried to marry his children into families that would offer him great wealth to continue his research.
Horatia was to marry Lucius Malfoy II, Necessitas was to marry Felix Rosier II and Hyperion was to marry the widowed Evelyn Zabini.
Necessitas and Hyperion married as they were betrothed, but Horatia left Lucius II, having fallen in love with Romulus Greengrass.
Necessitas Rosier had a daughter, Rosetta Rosier, whom miraculously it seemed was not afflicted by her families curse. Hyperion died under mysterious circumstances before having any children with Evelyn.
The health of Rosetta had caused a great rift between Horatia and Necessitas, as Horatia’s own two daughters, Daphne and Astoria, had not been so lucky to avoid the blood malediction. Horatia died angry at her sister.
Romulus never ended up searching for a cure, rarely being seen in public with his two children.
Daphne Greengrass was betrothed to Vincent Crabbe while Astoria Greengrass was betrothed to Phillip Parkinson II. There weren’t many hopes for Daphne and Vincent, however Astoria and Phillip II appeared to be absolutely besotted with one another.
Eventually, Astoria and Phillip II were caught kissing, which called for the Parkinson’s to call off the engagement and match their son with Astoria’s cousin, Rosetta Rosier, instead. Astoria was labelled a whore for her behaviour, and no one wished to marry her. Daphne’s engagement to Vincent was also called off, due to the Greengrass’ beginning to lose prestige.
Daphne never ended up marrying, but Astoria did eventually fall in love with Draco Malfoy, something I’m sure their ancestors appreciated with the whole Greengrass vs Blackwood and leaving Lucius Malfoy drama.
Astoria and Draco adopted and orphaned cousin of Draco’s, Delphi Riddle. They also had a son, Scorpius Malfoy, who miraculously also did not inherit his mothers blood curse. Astoria died twelve years later.
And this marks the end of the Greengrass name, and that pesky little blood curse.
And I think that’s all of the families I can fit for now. Will probably do a bunch of others. If you want to request a family that’s fine too btw. Happy to do ones that are from America, or France, or wherever else as well. This was actually a really fun little project. I say little like this hasn’t been sitting in my drafts for three months.
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tackytigerfic · 2 months
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Never have I ever: anything to do with pottery
Hi vuk! thank you so much for the ask.
I have never written anything to do with pottery — although funnily enough I did write a falling-in-love-in-every-universe fic called Our Little Life and in that fic I show glimpses of all the worlds in which Harry and Draco are in love. and originally I was going to have Harry as a potter in one of those glimpses, but i changed it in the final draft (to a wandmaker? i think?) because i was very late with it and knew less than zero about pottery.
If I ever was to write it I think I'd go for something mythological featuring Harry or Draco as a craftsman and the creation of a magical jar that then gets broken/ damaged/ stolen. Maybe a Pandora retelling where all the evils of the world come flying out of a jar and Harry and Draco have to try and round them up while preserving the precious hope inside (something something true love). Or along those lines, maybe a take on the christian trope of the seven bowls (god's wrath/ apocalypse) - tie it in with the Horcrux idea, maybe? Have Draco as a hobby potter and him throwing all these really imperfect pots and getting more and more annoyed. Meanwhile Voldemort (or another baddie as I prefer to write post-war) keeps nabbing the pots from Draco's reject pile and filling them with plagues to pour upon the earth, lmao. I would need to have a think about this one (and speaking of, I wonder if anyone has written a Drarry version of the scene from Ghost?! surely...)
And on a reccing note, I absolutely love this one by @lastontheboat where Harry takes pottery classes for post-war therapeutic reasons: The Wheel.
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360iris · 1 year
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Can we talk about how wholesome and terrifying mafia au girldad!James would be???
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poly!marauders x m/c (of course)
James and Lily still have Harry, who is about 14 at this point
M/c got pregnant about four years back and she ends up having a girl, who they name something like Maggi— though at some point, Sirius starts calling her ‘Magpie’ and it just sorta sticks (even after she becomes an adult)
They don’t know whose kid it is but as if James would legitimately give a fck?? He wouldn’t care if that little girl came out with straight black hair or wispy hazel curls- that’s his kid too!
And anyone who even insinuates otherwise will have instantaneously made a lifelong foe out of him. Whether it’s other four year olds in kindergarten who make childish proclamations that Maggi simply can’t have three dads because “it isn’t possible! kids have one dad and one mom!”
Though at the time she thinks they just have the wrong information because she has two moms and three dads who love her very dearly so it’s very possible actually.
—or adults at the school who sideeye the fck out of M/c on Parent-Teacher Conference Day because a different man shows up to pick up Maggi from school every other business day and the little girl always excitedly runs into their arms and calls each of the three men some variation of “daddy!”
James Potter who loves his teenage son dearly but whose daughter has him tied around her little finger so completely-
She can always bat her eyelashes and sweetly smile her way into getting extra servings of dessert without her mommies knowing. Or talk James into buying her whatever she wants with upturned eyebrows and an innocent pout.
James-“no one is even remotely good enough for my daughter, I would literally k!ll to ensure every hair on her hair remains untouched”-Potter
This man will go to war for her every👏single👏time, no matter the issue. Giving off the most intense “she asked for no pickles” energy anyone has ever witnessed.
Will wake the entire house up at 5am, while she peacefully sleeps in her bed, to begin prepping for her birthday. A multi-course breakfast, blown balloons and pre-presents presents for her to open after she eats.
Starts brainstorming and making plans for her next party an entire year in advance.
The type to always come home with some sort outfit for her that he saw while he was out and just had to buy.
“No, you don’t get it, honey! This one is different from the last dress- look at the little ruffled sleeves and collar! She’s gonna look so cute!”
To the point that Lily ends up confiscating his cards and only sends him out with enough cash to buy a meal, until he swears he’s learned his lesson. Though before he earns them back, he’d 100% try to talk Remus and Sirius into buying some items instead.
Daddy-Daughter day dates started as soon as she could hold her own head up, he’d attach her to his chest or back with a baby harness and go for walks or sit in a dog park
Jamie + both his kids days are a wholesome paradise on earth—
Ice cream parlor dates, with 1 year old Maggi buckled into her harness at James’ chest, babbling nonsensically to Harry while he points to the wide case of flavors- jokingly trying to decipher what kind she wants (though he and James just end up choosing for themselves and scooping off small sections for her to happily gnaw at from a sample spoon)
Or James taking the two to a parent-child pottery class “We’re Potter’s, Harry. It’s in our blood- maybe we’ll unlock a new talent!”
But James and Maggi’s vase for her mommies is starting to look a little demented
While Harry’s trinket bowl is proving that it doesn’t want to be a bowl exactly—
So they end up buying a few, simple handcrafted pieces made in-house by other class attendees, and passing them off as their own
Receiving a wave of impressed sounds of awe when they return home with their haul, the two Potter boys share a wink while Maggi bobs her head forward, slobbering onto her hands- the three now fully initiated partners in crime
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cglogan · 9 months
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Looking for a CG? Great! I’m looking for a little! Keep Reading!
What I’m Looking For:
Body age MUST be 17+ & MUST be out of highschool
MUST be in North America & MUST live in one of these states -> CA, NV, UT, WA, OR, AZ, ID, MT, WY.
MUST be okay with a strictly SFW ONLY “relationship” between the two of us. I am simply looking for a little one I can care for and love!
Since I am not into the pink, pastel, or “princess” aesthetic; I’d prefer a little one who is into a more “neutral/boyish” aesthetic!
Since I am more familiar with the baby/toddler/tot/kiddo ages I’d prefer a little whose regression ranges anywhere from 1-6!
Since I am not familiar with pet regression/dreaming I’m looking for strictly an age regressor/dreamer. I’d like to be able to give my full attention & best care to the one I’m caring for no matter what state of mind they’re in. *THIS ONE* gets pushed a lot - so please ZERO pet regressors/dreamers no matter how often or non often it may be
I absolutely LOVE being outdoors, and am always going on an adventure. I need a little who is physically able (we will be out for a few hours at a time) to keep up on all of our activities! Such as hiking, swimming, bowling, arcades, park outings, children’s museums, & water or amusement parks!
I work 50+ hours a week, and because of this I desperately need a schedule/structure in my life! I’m looking for a little who would also benefit from having a schedule/structure/rules (mutually agreed upon ofc)
Side blog is @asmalldino so you’ll see comments/some replies from there! I am a cg/regressor flip (little age is 2-6) & I’d love to find someone who is also a cg/regressor flip! Taking turns caring for one another would be :D However this one is absolutely NOT a requirement; it’d just be a super plus
About Me:
Name/s (polyonymous): Logan | Zee | Cain | Percy | Drogan | Zym
Location: North America | West Coast
Pronouns: They/Them | Xi(e)/Xi(e)m | He/Him | Any of my Names
Gender: GenderQueer | Agender | FtM | GenderFluid
Age: 27 (Virgo)
Physique: 5’7” | 160lbs | DadBod
Side Info: Vegetarian | Autistic | GAD
CG Aesthetic: SoftBoy | Cottagecore | Hygge | Light Academia | BoHo | Nature Lover
CG NickName: I’m not fond of the typical “daddy/mommy” so I haven’t found a nickname for me yet. I’m hoping my little can help me pick one though!
CG Interests: Dinosaurs | Dragons | Trains | ACNH | Sanrio | Studio Ghibli | Marvel | Disney | Harry Potter | Stranger Things
Favorites:
CG Activities: Swimming | Hiking | Arts & Crafts | Coloring | Sensory Play | Chalk Art | Outdoor Bubbles | Tea Parties
CG Outings: Park or Playground | Children’s Museum | Bowling | Arcade | Amusement or Water Park | Library or Book Store | Pottery Painting | Treat(s) Shopping
CG Down/Pastime: Reading | Watch TV or Movies | Video or Board Games | Soft Music | Naps | Snuggles
CG Movies: Disney/Pixar (all) | Studio Ghibli (all) | Harry Potter (all) | DC/Marvel (all) | Pretty Much ALL Kiddo Movies
CG Shows: The Dragon Prince | Avatar | Blues Clues | Dragon Tales | Arthur | Scooby Doo | Caillou | Blippi | Sesame Street | Bluey | Stranger Things
How To Apply:
Simply send me a DM on here letting me know: Why you would like to have a CG, The benefits you’d gain from having a CG, Why you’d think we would be a good fit, What you’re seeking out of our pairing, and When you’d like to start being cared for
Must Include: Name(s) | Little/Nick Name(s) | Pronouns | Gender | Big & Little Age | General Location | Special Interests | Aesthetic
My interests vary far and wide so please remember this while you’re filling out your application - There are zero wrong answers please be 10000% honest, and let me know all there is to know about you little cutie! :D
Last Updated - Feb. 18th, 2024.
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lizthewriter · 2 months
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💖  for harry potter universe please? if you have the time? (also i adore your writing!)
my name is emma, i’m bi and i’m an extrovert (entp according to myers briggs). my hobbies are reading, playing soccer and writing poetry. i’m also a very bad artist and enjoy pottery for fun (and not for the end result which is always a mess lol). another hobby of mine, if it counts as a hobby, is debating with people about almost anything. i just love a good debate and love going back and forth on a topic for hours.
in my friendships i am down for anything and will do anything for my friends. even though i’m typically the one getting us into trouble because i truly will try anything once and tend to act without thinking it through fully. i’m also just a huge talker and can talk my way into and out of anything. but if a friend needs me i will drop everything to be there for them. i missed a final exam once to fly to see one of my friends when her boyfriend dumped her. and i would do it again lol. much to the chagrin of my parents.
other details…. my style is fairly feminine with lots of skirts and silk dresses and ballet flats. my dream city to live in is marseille and my dream profession is to be a writer and somehow make money with poetry and novels. i’m studying philosophy and french at school. i barely sleep because i wake up every morning at 6 and can’t fall asleep until late in the night. i love cooking new recipes and baking for friends.
my love language to others is giving them gifts. my love language to receive is quality time. i can be pretty guarded romantically and use humor as a coping mechanism and it can take a long time to actually know me. i’m slow to trust and i’ve never had a long relationship bc i always end up breaking up with them around the three month mark. i just get kind of scared of commitment and love. (even though i do want those things.)
also according to all the tests and quizzes i am either a slytherin or a ravenclaw. i can never decide which fits best. though i do have intense ambition and tend to be an all or nothing type of person. like while i do get great grades and have never failed a class, i am so bad at actually studying and i tend to procrastinate until the last minute and still get an a. so i’m not quite studious but i am smart. and a little conceited sometimes which definitely doesn’t ever help me.
i hope this is enough? or not too much? i tend to be too much so sorry if this is.
hey emma! gosh, i . . . . the way i read this and immediately thought to myself, wow this girl is so much like me 💀 especially with the apologizing for being too much at the end 😭😭 before i start, unprecedented rant: please don't ever apologize for being too much. one, you gave me the perfect amount of detail about you, absolutely what i was looking for! two, never let anyone make you feel bad for "being too much" or "talking too much," there is no such thing, only people who are boring and have no personality don't like talkers 🙄 you seem like a really nice person <33 DON'T LET THE HATERS GET YOU DOWN!!
anyways, moving on 🙃 honestly, i can see you with either theodore nott or pansy parkinson, but mostly theo. in any case, you're definitely in a enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers scenario.
with theo, you guys start out as great friends who tend to have a lot of witty banter amongst each other. most likely you met through some sort of study group or through mutual friends and began to bond that way. theo would for sure be the first to fall for you - he loves a girl who can rebuttal his arguments and debate with him without just giving up when they don't win the argument. he appreciates your wit and ambition, as well as your soft side. he probably first fell in love with you when you dropped everything to be there for him on a bad day, and subsequently, he later admired his feelings for you in a similar situation.
theo's not good with his emotions in any way, shape, or form - so he never admits when he's feeling down. procrastinating your upcoming exam, you decide to go hang out with theo in his dorm. but you find the dorm empty at first, with no one in sight. you call our for theo's name, and search all around the dorm before turning towards the bathroom. the door was closed, but it was obviously occupied because of the shadow and light coming out of it. you knocked on the door. "theo, are you in there?" you hear a small "no" in response, followed by a sniffle. "i can't come in cause i don't know if you're... indecent or whatever. please, let me in?" there's a silence after that, one that concerns you a worrying amount, but soon you hear him and get off the floor and open the door. you expect him to let you in, but as soon as your in his sights, he throws his arms around your neck. he's an abysmal mess, his hair tusseled (more than usual), his eyes red and puffy. you can feel the shoulder of your shirt become stained with your tears. at first, it's the shock that causes you to sit in there before wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. "what's wrong?" at his silence, you tell him to take his time and lead him over to the bed, sitting him down and hugging his side. you sit there for a long time before he explains to you that today was the day his mother died. you never knew he didn't have a mother, let alone that she was dead. "god i'm so sorry, really theo . . . i didn't know." so the two of you sit there for a good long while, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you rub his shoulders, not caring for the burning pain growing in your fingers. theo needs you right now. and in the end, after who knows how long, he sits up and looks at you. his expression is so odd, you don't know what to think - it honestly makes you nervous trying to understand what he's thinking about. he abruptly blurts out, "will you go out with me." it was more a statement then anything and so unexpected you started to laugh. there he was, his face red and hair messy, staring at you completely serious, awaiting your response . . . "all right."
(i hoped you liked this, i'm sorry if it was terrible 😭😭)
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kazucee · 1 year
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Since it's October! Have some fluffy autumn Solangelo hcs.
Will definitely has painted Nico's usually black nails, a more autumn color (eg. Maroon, orange etc.)
Since it's usually chilly the two of them grow their hairs slightly longer (Nico's is enough to be put into a tiny bun and Wills is long enough, but since his hair is curly it still looks similar-ish to how it usually is)
They have this tradition of rereading the entire Harry Potter series every start of autumn.
Both of them jumping into every leaf pile they see. Leaves everywhere and they're laughing, one on top of the other.
Wills the type to buy those long scarfs that can fit two people (yes they wear it sometimes)
Hot chocolate and coffee almost everyday.
Autumn makes Nico loosen up more.
They both do bike rides together just enjoying the way the pretty leafs fall
Will likes looking into Nico's dark eyes even more now, because believe it or not his eyes show a reflection of the autumn leaves (so it looks dark redish and orange-y)
Girl in red and Taylor swift on loop in their shared playlist everyday.
They both have an addiction to scented candles, and it doubles even more when it's autumn.
Spoopy month! And every time Will manages to get Nico into a dumb costume.
Nick dragging Will to a pumpkin patch, where they both can carve pumpkins (Nico carved a sun, Will tried to carve Nico—it was horrendous but Nico treasures it very much)
They both took up pottery on a whim. And made each other mugs.
It's the season where Will calls Nico 'pumkin' for the cringe and for the pissing him off.
Dancing in the rain
Having Hot alphabet soup together cuz they got sick.
Decorating for Halloween and autumn all together, they take decorating very seriously.
They make cinnabons to give to some of their close friends.
Every autumn season Will collects a leaf from the ground and laminates it.
Nico having a camera with him everytime because Will looks ethereal under the autumn light.
Beanies.
Will tries to grow pumpkins and fails miserably.
Cemetery hangouts (idk why, I feel like they would do this, with respects to the dead of course.)
Nico wears mittens cuz it's cold
Will doesn't like the mittens cause he can't hold Nico's hand properly, but he doesn't want Nico to feel cold. Solution?
Will removes one of the mittens from Nico's hand earning a 'oi what the hell' look, but the warmth the mitten gave is replaced quickly by Will sliding his hand into his and slipping both their hands inside his coat pocket.
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I agree with the borrowing headcanons but recently someone took the same characterization (having characters have the exact same mental illness and backstory to highly specific when they aren’t widely popular in this fandom), headcanons (like nicknames, saying they have songs for one another, jobs they have, all the exact same), general plot (literally point after point), scenes, and writing style. Some of the scenes are word for word except for a minor change like instead of a gift being a workshop for glass making it’s a workshop for pottery. I understand taking ONE or TWO of these things, I do that myself. But I feel like this is too much, and your post is making me feel like I’m in the wrong, but when all of these things are the same I don’t think that that’s okay. It felt like I was rereading my own story. I don’t know if that’s what you meant but it’s conflicting, I try and point it out because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t think I’m being like Anne Rice because I literally base my fics off of fics all the time, but I don’t do what this person did to me, I see an au and I take that, or a scene and I rework it, headcanons. I know I don’t own a headcanon because I wrote it once, and in fact I love seeing more of the headcanons that I write. But I think that when you see a fic you shouldn’t take 90% of it, it’s a curtesy thing, of course there’s going to be a gigantic overlap that’s unavoidable but if you rework a few scenes you shouldn’t make the main characters have same mental illnesses, different gender headcanons if you aren’t going to do anything different with them, or conversely, if you are going to take those extremely unpopular headcanons, don’t take the plot. I think the issue is when it becomes identifiable, not because of the setting or because of au, but because of everything else
okay, it took a minute to get to this, but i want to explain something.
my original post was about people making fanfiction or other fanworks inspired by fanfiction. so like the sirius pov of atyd for instance. periodically i'll see people in this fandom (and in other parts of the hp fandom) say things like "it's not okay to write an alternate ending to a fic" or "it's not okay to finish a fic that's been abandoned"
my point was that all of us in the fandom are making and reading works that are doing exactly that to the original author of harry potter. (again, i hate her. she deserves bad things in her life. but that's irrelevant)
i think that restricting your fanfiction by saying that other people cannot make works inspired by it is bad form in a community that is based around doing that exact thing.
HOWEVER
that post was not about stealing. there is a difference between writing an alternate ending to a fic - where someone would presumably link to the original and make it clear that that's where their inspiration came from - and straight up stealing someone else's story.
so i don't know the details of your story, but if someone has stolen the entire thing and changed just one or two details, then that is wrong and being upset by that does not mean that you share anne rice's opinion.
anne rice thought fanfiction made of her works was a bad thing. she thought that it meant she no longer had control over her own work, when that's just not true. someone writing an alternate ending or just general fanfiction of another fanfiction is not the same as stealing it.
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How about headcanons on the 4town guys' favorite places to chill or hang out?
Btw, i love your hcs! <3
4town members’ favorite places to hang out headcanons!!
Robaire - Robaire likes places where he can relax. He loves going to cafes, sometimes alone, but he prefers when the other members come with him because he likes the company and getting to hang out and talk while getting out of the house. He also LOVES anywhere in nature. He really likes going anywhere mountainous or woodsy to relax and have fun. He likes to bring the other members along with him to go on adventures. These adventures do not include hikes because Jesse will complain the entire time. Usually they end up having picnics and going swimming/playing in a river or lake. This is Robaire’s favorite because he loves the outdoors and getting to enjoy them while having fun with all of his favorite people. It makes him really happy.
Jesse - obviously Jesse loves art and pottery, so he really enjoys hanging out in the studio to escape and work on his projects. He could be there for hours and won’t get bored or tired and it really helps him de-stress. Aside from his art studio, he loves hanging out by the pool and laying in the sun. This is not always a good thing because sometimes he falls asleep and gets sunburnt lmao. He also really loves playing pool games with the other members (this is him awakening his inner child). His favorites are Marco Polo and colors. T gets really invested and is the best out of all of them because he never gets bored or tired and stays committed. Jesse will also throw torpedoes and force the other members to find them (Z hates this and always rolls his eyes when it’s his turn).
Tae Young - Tae is a big animal person, and he fosters injured animals, so he loves going to humane societies to volunteer to take care of them. Caring for them brings him a lot of comfort so he will try to find enough time to hang out at shelters and humane societies. He also really loves hanging out at home and baking different goodies all day and finds it really relaxing. Otherwise, he likes playing Animal Crossing at home with Robaire or just chatting and hanging with the other members on the couch. He really likes doing movie nights and having movie marathons watching franchises like Star Wars and Harry Potter (modern universe) and making snacks and drinks based on the movies (ex: butterbeer, every flavor beans, fizzing whizzbees etc).
Aaron T - T has a lot of places that he loves to go to to hang out, but he won’t really enjoy them if he’s alone. He never has to worry about that because Z always goes everywhere with him, but he really loves doing everything with all of the other members. He loves going to Disneyland at night with all of them, and sometimes they have gotten to go after closing. He also really loves having beach days and watching the sunset and having a bonfire. He really values his time playing video games in the living room late at night with Z. He also loves to go to skate parks really late at night when no one else is there. Z always comes to watch (obviously) and oftentimes the other members will go to cheer him on. One of his favorite things is making pillow forts and wearing matching pjs (picture baggy t shirts with cute personalized graphics on them and fuzzy shorts and socks, all in their respective favorite colors) with the other members and watching movies all night.
Aaron Z - Z is happy to be anywhere if he’s with his friends. As someone with anxiety, Z is eternally grateful to always have a buddy like T with him everywhere he goes. He’s a team player so any of the other members could choose where they hang out and he would just be happy. He loves going to the movie theater, whether it’s to watch a new Marvel movie with the other members or hate-watch and make fun of a terrible movie with T. Like T, he really enjoys when they hang out and play video games at night, or when they all watch movies. One of his favorite things is T’s pillow fort parties because he loves being cozy and hanging out with his best friends. Even though Z is terrified of horror movies, a small part of him likes watching them just for the hugs, squeezes, and reassurance he gets from it, plus, he has an excuse to not sleep alone in his room because it makes him really anxious, even though he doesn’t ever need an excuse to sleep in T’s room because they are ATTACHED.
surprise more sickeningly sweet T and Z bromance stuff. Sorry 😔
But anyway I hope you liked these :)
Keep sending requests!!
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Day 195: Hobbies
"Alright, Mr. Potter," the witch conducting the interview said, "tell us about some of your hobbies. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"
Harry blinked, leaned back in the chair, and tried to reign in the magic the was crackling in his fingertips. It was bursting at the seams to get out and Harry wasn't sure what to do with it; that's why he was here.
"Well," he started, "I am really busy." The witch hummed sympathetically. "I've got a lot on my plate with work, and functions, and fundraisers. And of course I see my friends and my godson-"
"So, no hobbies then?" she interrupted.
His jaw snapped shut. He's sure he'd always meant to find a hobby, to find something that brought him joy.
"Well," she said softly, watching the magic sparking in Harry's palms, little flickers of light and heat, like a miniature heat lightning storm in his hand. "I'm just an intake nurse, but," Harry looked up from his hands, taking in her face, reading her like he read suspects, "It sounds to me like you hold an awful lot of people and things together."
He shrugged, it's what had always been expected of him.
"My question, is who holds you?"
Harry's eyes prickled with tears and it startled him, the visceral reaction he'd had to her words.
She didn't seem to require a response, she simply gave him a little nod and stepped out of the room, leaving to return the results to the healer that would be seeing Harry next.
(Read more below the cut)
He sighed and looked down at his hand once more, watching the little flashes of light and trying not to think about what she'd just asked him.
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The healer had told him that he needed to take time off of work. He'd given him centering activities, told him to sleep more, exercise, and find a hobby that he could do with his hands.
At the time it had sounded like the healer was just trying to distract him from whatever weird things were going on with his magic, but the DMLE wanted him to take medical leave until it was sorted anyway, so what choice did he have?
He took a beginner pottery class.
The instructor was ancient; Harry couldn't remember the last person he'd met who was that old. He seemed like he might be a bit senile, seeing as he had no idea who Harry was, which was just fine with Harry. But he was patient and kind, and Harry found that he quite enjoyed the time he spent with him.
He'd been truly awful at first, Harry couldn't even get his lumps of clay to center on the wheel. Then once he'd managed to center it, he'd use too much pressure or lift his hands away too quickly and his piece would go all wobbly or simply collapse.
And it was frustrating. Taking the mass of clay off the wheel so that he could start all over again was not something that he relished and it took him weeks to make anything that looked even remotely passable.
But he enjoyed it.
He liked the feel of the soft, wet clay under his hands. He like the way the wheel spun, the way that even the slightest change in his hands changed the structure in front of him.
He liked that when something went wrong, when something was destroyed completely, he could just start again. There was no great consequence for getting something wrong and that eased something inside of him.
Harry slowly got better at pottery, and maybe something inside of him was starting to get better too.
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After the month that he'd been given as medical leave, Harry didn't really want to go back.
His magic still sparked and flared when he was stressed, when his emotions rose, and nobody at Mungo's seemed close to solving that mystery.
So he did the only think that he could think to do; he submitted his resignation to the DMLE and left. The press was everywhere, constantly hounding him and everyone wanted to understand his decision. But Harry didn't know what to say; he'd done his best to explain his condition but people hadn't understood.
And he hadn't been willing to say that he was exhausted. Tired of constantly worrying about his magic flaring and hurting someone. Tired of always being the savior, never being allowed to make a mistake.
It was by chance (or maybe fate) that he stumbled across a shop that sold Turkish Pottery. He immediately fell in love with the colors and patterns, with how beautiful and bright it was. At his sides, his hands twitched with the desire to create something like that; something that sparked joy merely by looking at it.
Booking a portkey to Turkey had been the easiest thing in the world. Spending the next three years learning the craft, practicing, and apprenticing had been the next easiest thing.
Moving back to England had been harder but Molly hadn't been well and he needed to be closer to her. So he'd gotten a little shop in Muggle London with a spot off in the corner where he installed a traditional kick wheel into the floor so that he could make pottery and maybe sell some of it at the same time.
It was working out alright, if he was honest. Only his friends knew that he'd returned, so he never had to worry about random witches and wizards popping into his shop to get a piece of him. And it was good to be close, good to be able to pop over to Ron and Hermione's for dinner, to have tea with Neville, to join Luna for a lunch date, and play a game of pick up Quidditch at the Burrow.
Seven months after returning, Harry had started to let his guard down. He'd started to believe that maybe this was it, this was his life now. Quiet, simple, happy.
And then the door opened, bell tingling merrily, and Harry looked up and everything fell to pieces.
Both literally and metaphorically because his hands released the vase he'd been casting too quickly and the clay wobbled until it collapsed.
But he hardly even noticed because there in his doorway stood none other than Draco Malfoy.
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To be continued...
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weird-bookworm · 11 months
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ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ᴛxᴛ
a/n: i get random bursts of inspiration...
pairing: best friend!txt x reader
genre: headcanons, best friend!txt, fluff, me thinking i'm funny
word count: 800-ish? 160-170 per member...?
warnings: my humour, it's worth dying for (note the sarcasm)
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ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴏᴏʙɪɴ
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calls you late at night
whining about how the guys were supposed to hang out with him
but cancelled last minute
you tease him how he thought of you only when the others cancelled
whines some more
you agree to go to the dorms
even though it's late
opens the door excitedly like a puppy
in comfy pyjamas looking very boyfriend material
the type to play games like animal crossing and mario kart
but also very fond of league of legends
giggles like crazy all through the night
a babie
a cutie
soft boi
(ik im whipped™ but can you blame me 🙈🥰😭)
has enough professional equipment to make an actual streamer jealous
does not use them properly
looks adorable with headphones on (also see: this)
you two will most probably spend the better part of the night playing games
will order takeout in the middle on the night
neither of you are getting to college the next day
ᴄʜᴏɪ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ
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calls you at midnight
knowing very well that you will be sleeping
and that you have college the next day
forces you out of bed with the promise of ice cream
picks you up from your dorm on his bike
dressed like a delinquent
has a black duffle bag
you have a suspicion about what it is
your destination is be a skate park
except it's be locked
breaks in
y'know, just hanging out like usual
though usually you both don't break in in skate parks
teaches you new tricks
laughs at you when you fall
then picks you up
actually pretty encouraging
drags you to a nearby convenience store to buy the promised ice cream
y'all go back to the park and eat it there
while you click pictures of him
the duffel bag had spray paints, as you thought they did
so you both draw graffiti on the ramps and the walls around the park before leaving
ᴄʜᴏɪ ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ
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chaotic
chaotic
chaotic
did i mention chaotic?
this guy does not give a flying fuck about your upcoming exams
drags you to a noraebang
late at night
under the guise of stress relief
you can just thank the stars that you don't have an exam the next day immediately
dances around he's on drugs
gets drunk so quick
that it really feels like he's on drugs
gets on the table to belt his heart out
and lays down on it to dance to on the ground (😭)
all the while you are dying laughing
on the verge of snorting out all the alcohol you drank from your nose
an employee probably has to come in saying that you guys are too loud
but both of you are too drunk to actually care
you guys get thrown out in the end
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movie marathon
the only sane one
who actually bothered to plan a hang out in advance
spends ages trying to decide which series to watch
ended up choosing harry potter
they're actually his comfort movies
but that's a secret
or so he thinks
you can tell of course
he had a rough week
you nonchalantly move closer to him
to cuddle him
you're stuck to him like a leech in five minutes
he's used to it though
secretly loving it
ends up falling asleep
looks adorable (🥺)
you switch off the tv and cuddle him to sleep
says a quiet thank you the next morning
but you were half asleep (<3)
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i feel like he'd be a sweetheart
and surprise you
by taking you to a spontaneous hang out trip
to a pottery class
you had always expressed your desire to learn the art
and he finally found time to do this
giggles happily at your giant thank you hug
and then drags you inside and hands you an apron
chooses to make a plate instead of using the pottery wheel
makes adorable drawings of what he wants to make
actually spends ages trying to decide that
makes you choose from all his drawings
concentrates very hard
turns into a pouty babie
steadily compliments your work
even though it looks like a dog chewed it up
gets sad when you are told that it will take a month for the plates to be ready
gifts the ready plate, a month later, to you
also names it yn jr.
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kentoswifey · 2 years
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Are there any random hcs you have for nanami. Doesn’t have to be anything specific
i’m so on the fence about answering this bc i don’t enjoy them/have such a specific opinion on him but….ok
post shibuya, modern day. i think of him in the normal (non-sorcerer) world. these are things that don’t show up in my fics and honestly…they’re a bit boring
一sees therapist twice a week and take meds twice daily
一plays video games but only w others
一does yoga!!!!! it’s really hot. he doesn’t make it a ‘thing’
一one piece and dragon ball z fan. reads manga/watches anime. loves horror. currently enjoying shenmue
一makes time to have dinner with yuji weekly (at the very least)
一loves harry potter (loves a historic au. will read a 300k slownburn. may have learned spanish specifically to read fanfic)
一hates stocks. trades anyway
一if his partner doesn’t eat something specific he doesn’t either (ex. he doesn’t eat pork bc i don’t eat pork; if you’re vegetarian he will be too; etc)
一doesn’t wear jewelry but does want to get a piercing and has a small tattoo for haibara
一gets his nails done biweekly (sometimes gojo joins)
一currently getting his pilot’s license
一listens to nature sounds
一prefers traditional japanese breakfast but loves a bowl of cereal
一takes really beautiful photos but won’t post them
一wants to love and be loved (partner changes him but for the better. everyone acknowledges it)
一prioritizes leisure activities
一usually has hair pushed back at home (headband, bobby pin…little top ponytail when he needs a haircut)
一expert chef; enjoys a good meal but doesn’t live to eat
一isn’t big on sex 🤷‍♀️ (he can take care of himself; does enjoy intimacy/vulnerability; service top; really not the daddy type; will do weird things if you want it/he sees it as something that’ll make you closer)
一wants a cat; gets a fish; ends up with more than one exotic fish tank. one has an octopus in it. pays someone’s to clean them
一loves foreign films; watches niche YT vids (doesn’t know how anyone gets by as a water sommelier but he loves it. also watches ppl doing math)
一has a collection of band tshirts (extensive and diverse. yes he has a metro station shirt….still knows all the lyrics to durch den monsun…listens to minutes to midnight when he wants to cry)
一wakes up early and reads in bed (secretly enjoys ‘chick lit’ [everything from vampire king falls for girl next door to chinese bl novellas] and collects classics. deep appreciation for japanese literature and enjoys reading stories told by japanese authors in the other langs he speaks. hates philosophy)
一has ‘foreign’ hobbies that gojo tells everyone he learned in ‘the old country’ (owns a old, custom porsche he takes out on the track; goes snowboarding and loves surfing; getting into making pottery; runs community garden at local international school). he also sketches!!!! usually random objects or peoples hands/shoes
一dresses like a normal person!!!! his fav thing is a canada roots hoodie he got in 2012 and should prob replace. also loves to wear ‘traditional’ clothes casually
一doesn’t wear cologne or like scented things but does use strawberry hand sanitizer and hand lotion
一his iphone is dark green; lock screen is a shot from a recent trip to the swiss alps; home screen is you and yuji holding up peace signs on a beach in santa monica
一usually has a few 10000¥ banknotes but mainly pays with his phone. his card holder is red leather one he picked up in laos
if you made it this far ily hahaha. feel free to tell me yours 😊
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kate-read-that · 1 year
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Jobs I think HP characters would have irl
Children edition
Hermione: not a lot of change tbh, she becomes a lawyer and then enters politics to advocate for civil rights and protect the innocent, she admired Lily Potter's work and decides to be just like her, but eventually turns more into politics because she thinks she'll make a bigger impact that way
Luna: another artist, but she's more of an alternative painter, using the world as her canvas (pottery, train tunnels, the subway, benches...). She becomes insta famous for her random choice of canvases and people start paying thousands of dollars for anything painted by her they can get hold on. She spends all that money travelling to remote locations to try and demonstrate supernatural creatures exist.
Ginny: She loves all sports but she becomes basketball player bc she's fairly tall and fast like a lightning, and when she gets too old to compete she starts working as a renowned sports journalist, sometimes commenting gossip but most of the time denouncing steroid use and unhealthy competition behavior
Ron: he'd love to work in his brothers' joke shop, but since two persons are enough to own a place he instead opens a pub, because he's great at listening to people and always knows when a person needs a coffee and when a whisky. Again, no one believes his wife is Hermione Granger, despite the fact he's in first line for every event she participates in, an his bar fills up with publicity pamphlets about her as soon as elections start
Neville: he's everyone's favorite biology teacher, partially because he's great at teaching no matter how difficult the student is, but mostly because he rants and rants about plants to no end and then stutters when the reproduction section of the subject starts. He almost never fails a student, but that's mostly because everyone wants him to be proud of them, and because he's the most benevolent teacher in the whole school. 10/10 will melt your heart teacher
Draco: Another rich kid that would inherit daddy's company, except the company is corrupt to it's core and draco hates it. So, instead, he takes his business degree and uses it to create a company for the same thing, except morally concerned. He then proceeds to steal every one of the clients from his daddy's business and ends up buying said business when they can no longer compete. Think Batman kinda rich minus loving dead parents.
Harry: he should inherit the company but business is not his thing so his younger sister takes that role instead. Harry... I have no fucking idea. His personality and his likes and dislikes are so influenced by his story (logically) I have no idea what he'd do, given he was raised by loving parents and a happy family. Suggestions?
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unlithour · 2 months
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On Finding Oneself
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It seems to me that finding oneself usually requires some sort of journey. I wish more than anything that I could push through the coats of an overstuffed wardrobe and step into Narnia. Fall through the looking glass and embark on a mad adventure.
Or maybe find a wrinkle in time, a way to return and repair my past mistakes; to pass hard earned wisdom on to my younger self. But in truth I'm in my mid thirties and on a budget. So here I am with only a lantern searching in this unlit hour.
Sipping my Blanchard's Dark As Dark blend with the Gallow Dance playing quietly in the background, I sit with the acknowledgment that I will not step through some magic portal. Probably won't even take a trip to Norway to lay in the crisp snow beneath the Aurora Borealis, which would also more than suffice.
I google "how to find yourself" and the results are frankly disappointing. I'm too jaded for positive thinking, too cynical for manifestation, and too cranky for affirmations. I'm reminded of the meditation penguin from Fight Club. *Slide!*
While any sort of grand adventure may be off the table for now, recreating a similar environment to a time in which I was enamored with the world may be a possible step in the right direction. This tiny hope, is in part responsible for my return to Tumblr and to writing. To me they are both relics of 2008, and symbolic of better days.
So I start this low budget quest to rediscover myself by creating a simple list of things I was once inspired by and enjoyed.
Activities:
Hanging out at book shops & cafes
Reading
Writing
Drawing, painting, & mixed media
Listening to new albums
Watching Criterion & Art House films + new movies in general
Playing PS1 games and board games
Visiting galleries, local artist co-ops, & museums
Solo camping
Day trips to other towns, national parks, & scenic destinations
Browsing art supplies at my local art store
Urban walk-abouts at night
Photography for fun
Dressing up for no reason
Live concerts
Researching & studying artists I loved
Paint your own pottery places
Y/A Books:
Mandy / The Last of The Really Great Whangdoodles
The Secret Garden / A Little Princess
The Chronicles of Narnia
The Harry Potter Series
A Wrinkle In Time Series
The NeverEnding Story
His Dark Materials Series
The Newford Charles De Lint Series
The Princess Bride
The Dark is Rising Series
Anything by Roald Dahl
The Light Princess
Wind in the Willows
The Hobbit & LOTR
The Historian
The Shadow of The Wind
Perault's & Grimm's Fairytales
Gothic / Atmospheric Literature:
Wuthering Heights
Picture of Dorian Gray
Dracula
Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe
Music:
Heavy metal, melodic metal, & doom/sludge metal
Dark wave, cold wave, & gothic rock
90's grunge, alt rock, & trip hop
80's synth wave
Artists:
Edward Gorey
Rene Margritte
Aubrey Beardsley
Erté
Marjorie Miller
Claude Monet
Elias van den Broeck
Dorothea Tanner
Edward Hopper
Mark Ryden
Artemisia Gentileschi
Botticelli
DaVinci
Michelangelo
Movies:
Waking Life
Fight Club
Vengeance Trilogy
Spirited Away
Style Wars
Any Art21 Documentary
Edward Scissorhands
Cry Baby
Labyrinth
American Beauty
Train Hopping
Heavy Metal
Dead Poets Society
A Scanner Darkly
Kill Bill Volumes
Any classic Disney animated film (except for the sad ones like Bambi)
Do you have any reading or watching suggestions based on this list? I'd love to hear them.
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