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kittenjammer · 2 months

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lmao I can't ask from my sideblog, but whatever. Tell me about the Delphi rescue arc!

damn tumblr, why you have to be a hater.

hahah yessss, this is one that has been consuming me to the point of blocking out scenes in a google doc lol

ok so, here's the scene. I wanted to do a typical casefic Drarry where Harry is an Auror, but Draco is a socialite. No wretched juice in this AU! I wanted the first part to be a typical reconnection of them at some third-party/friend-of-a-friend event where the only people they know are each other so they HAVE to interact. That or they both end up at the bar and whatever, they get to talking.

Anyway, who could predict that they hook up, and keep hooking up. To the point where the feels are starting to get caught and Harry has to ask himself if he's ready to admit he maybe-sorta-might be dating Draco Malfoy. The night he's all set to introduce Draco as his boyfriend to Ron/Hermione/etc. Draco never shows.

Harry is Upset. Sends him an owl, maybe gets a bit drunk in sadness, and mopes. The point of this, is that the weekend goes by, and Draco doesn't write back or contact him and Harry's pretty sure it's OVER. Until Monday morning comes around and he hears on the floor that the Malfoys are causing a ruckus in the DMLE office. Claiming their son never showed up for their weekly brunch, and no one has seen him for the past three days.

Ok, you ask. That's fine but I thought this WIP was called the Delphi Rescue Arc?? Calm down, I'm getting to that.

Allright, so Harry has to awkwardly insert himself into assisting on what is currently a maybe-missing wizard case. What convinces Harry to take it seriously (besides the fact his maybe-boyfriend is missing) is that Draco had been sharing with Harry that he had been looking his missing Uncle Rodolphus. I dunno if he would have revealed everything, but the idea is that after the battle of Hogwarts, the Lestrange brothers escaped from custody and no one knows where they went. Draco knows that they would have gone to the Manor, at least Rodolphus would have. Because the Malfoys would have been in custody and Delphi would have been by herself with just the house-elves caring for her!

By the time Narcissa was able to return to the Manor, Delphi and the Lestrange brothers were gone. She and Lucius have been searching for them, but have yet to find them.

To sum it up, Draco's gone, Harry's uncovering the secrets of Malfoy Manor and a potential missing heir of Slytherin. But the real hook for me, the raison d'être, if you will, is I wanted a casefic where Draco is missing and Harry has to work with Lucius to find him and Delphi. I don't know exactly how that part will happen but I have this scene in my head that really inspired this and has not let me go.

Harry and Lucius are captured and tied to pillars or something while Delphi is about to become a blood sacrifice to resurrect Voldemort or some nonsense. Draco, by this point, was able to get away due to Harry and Lucius' sacrifice with the explicit expectation he would get help. Harry's pretty bummed he's going to die in a Voldemort-related way again and probably cracks some joke to Lucius about how this is like old times.

Lucius: Quiet, Potter. I have the utmost faith in my son. We will be rescued by the Ministry's finest at any moment.

(beat)

Rando bad guy dragging a disheveled Draco into the scene: Oi! We caught this one trying to call for help!

Harry: :l

Lucius, who would never speak ill of Draco in public: *Closes his eyes and sighs deeply.*

and that's all! I have about 60% outlined and an ending planned....it's definitely one that won't go away, even if no one is interested in reading a Lucius & Harry adventure lol.

#ask game #look #lucius loves his son but he's aware of his limits #jk draco will get his badass moment #it's just i needed this scene to happen #and also draco back for actual drarry reunion make-outs #hp

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awhjensen · 10 months

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These two <3

#bellatrix lestrange #helena bonham carter #daniel radcliffe #harry potter reunion #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #harry x bellatrix #Daniel x Helena #20 years later #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #i love harry potter #harry potter movies #by me #gifs by me #gifs #hp #harry potter gifs

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selkies-world · 2 years

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Imperius loyalty to the witch?

Since JKR is trending on Twitter again (it's that time of year already?) I decided to publish this essay I wrote on her and the Harry Potter universe a while ago. I was kind of gutted by how little I didn't have to rewrite for this to still be relevant and accurate...

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bigbrainkatrina · 11 months

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Look Me in the Eye and Say Legilimens! - A Drarry Fanfic

Draco does not just loathe running, he abhors it. So the Ministry better be thankful for his Hit Wizard level of finesse in capturing this dark magic fiend. For not only is running simply awful, it makes him sweat. How is he supposed to be the best dressed in his department when he has to roll up and squeeze his traveling cloak to eliminate all that extra perspiration?

You must understand, Draco Malfoy is by no means vain, oh, perish the thought! He just wants to retain a little class, seeing how every Gryffindor and their scarlet and gold banner waving grandmother has dominated the traditional, humdrum thank-you-very-much crowd that once owned the floors of the Ministry. The Dark Lord fell because of one undeserving, stupid Harry Potter, and then every other daring, chivalrous, and courageous lout thought they could hit the field and replicate the magic.

Ha! Potter's not even that talented of a Hit Wizard. After all he's been adrift for weeks now. Completely off the map, they're all saying he's dead, but Draco knows better. Harry's too stupid for that. He's likely still at home trying to figure out how to work the damned Portkey again.

Psch. That's why Draco's here. In Ireland. He's going to find and arrest this heinous Dark Wizard that Potter had to make a big deal about pursuing. He's going to prove that Potter is in fact not dead, and show the world that he can be a hero too.

No, no. Draco doesn't care about being a hero, he just cares about other people's acknowledgements. Considering that fact that Blaise Zabini of all people has been patting himself on the damn back every day for eight years because he did the Slytherin class good by not directly aligning himself with You-Know-Who, there's obviously a lot of work to do in regards to readjusting people's grandiose visions of what true heroism is.

The only other Hogwarts kids that seem to be on the same page as him are Gregory and Pansy. Gregory because he's daft, and Pansy because they've agreed that they're both terrible. It's like — their whole thing.

Perhaps Draco doesn't care about heroism. Perhaps when he stared down at the Dark Lord's pale body splayed across the beam of light blasting into the center of the Great Hall, he wasn't quite affected like he should have been. Perhaps Draco doesn't feel much at all anymore. Perhaps that's why he's a Legilimens. Because it allows for unfiltered visions of what emotions look like.

Hmph.

Or perhaps Draco just wants the Gryffindor class of '98 to stop gallivanting around the halls as if it's the locker room to a bloody Quidditch game.

So yes. Draco is running. Now before you make the suggestion, yes, Draco remembers he's a wizard and yes of course if he could Apparate here, he would. He would in a heartbeat. But because of the bloody Statute of Secrecy —

…. ah, a little background is required then. The perp in question is a loser. Likely a renegade Death Eater, digging his nose into muck, grubby hands bunching up the dark robes brushing his forehead. Desperate for success, but too pitiful to fully implement change. So they pursue Muggles. Yes. A wizard has integrated into the Muggles and is offing them like crazy. It's not Draco's case, of course, it's Potter's, but he's still done some thinking on it. The culprit must be a from the bottom rung of ascension to Lord Voldemort's embrace. (And Draco is someone to know about embraces from Lord Voldemort.)

Draco cannot help but picture the perpetrator being Peter Pettigrew. But no, that's unlikely, seeing how the bloated rapscallion strangled himself to death or whatever.

Point being: This is a wizard so weak he resorts to killing defenseless Muggles, but smart enough to know how the Statute of Secrecy restricts the Aurors…

Draco's hands are tied. So he dashes, frightened that his long legs might tear the seams in his nice traveling cloak.

It's funny; Draco wouldn't have even noticed the scoundrel without their own interference. He was merely window shopping at a quaint Muggle shop. Fascinating to see how these people do their Potions work. He finds himself particularly entranced by this device called a cast iron skillet. It's heavy in his grip. He likes it.

Draco swishes it through the air, laughing to himself. Incendio! he whisper-shouts under his breath. That's when there's a crash. Draco sees the shadow of a man stumbling out the door, decked in 1920s noir pinstripes, totally out of place from the humdrum Muggles standing about. Surely, this thug caught sight of Draco's extravagant robes and decided to high tail it.

Draco doesn't even need to think about throwing the cast iron skillet, he just does it. It spins and crack! The man goes Ow! It really is quite satisfying. But the man still runs. Doesn't turn to make a scene so it must be his man. Hero time it is then, Draco's sure that's how Potter felt after he yanked the Elder Wand from his clammy, pale hands back in the day.

Yes, he yanked it. Not even a wandless Expelliarmus. But that is classic Potter, hm? The brute strength and gumption?

It's ironic really. Shacklebolt asked Draco far before Unforgivables were cast, if he may take on this special case due to his professional knowledge of the Dark Arts. But Draco said no because it's a little too close to home for him. Then this Dark Wizard killed someone. So the case raised to a profile higher than Draco's pay grade anyways. It fell to the Hit Wizards, and naturally Potter snatched the case off of someone else's desk and charged right in — and presumably died.

But Draco has faith. Hasn't Harry already died before or something? Oh! Excuse him. Potter. Since he's apparently in death's cold embrace right now, it's easier to slip and say Harry. But no-no. Let's not be civil here. It's Potter.

Potter doesn't allow himself to take on partners, not even bloody Weasley. So when Potter's been absent long enough to warrant a search team and it goes poorly, Shacklebolt once again confronts Draco. Please Draco. Put a spin on this. You know Dark Arts. You still kind of sort of probably hate Muggles. So help us figure out what happened! You have experience. Draco almost rolls up his sleeves to get through the paperwork, but then he'd be showing off his Dark Mark and you don't want to be giving anyone any ideas around here. Not when the ministry's been taken over by a bloody fraternity.

Keep your head down, Draco. Do the work. Be the one good Slytherin. So he pitches his theory — the low tier Death Eater run amok. Interrogations begin and Narcissa owls Draco. Draco darling, why are the Crabbes receiving inquiries from the Aurors? Now that he's on board with the Wizengamot it really is quick embarrassing, but Shacklebolt has never cared for our side of things, has he? Did something happen?

Then Narcissa receives a personal house visit from The Investigator Department, and Draco gets a Howler. Very embarrassing, though Weasley overhears it and actually punches Draco in the forearm. Flashes a grin. It's — nice.

But whoever this Death Eater is, they are very unfashionable. None of those ranked high enough to sit at the Dark Lord's long table would ever stoop to dressing like a Muggle. No. Their blood is too pure for that. This is someone who was never a true Death Eater to begin with, they were just power hungry. Like — ahem — himself.

This is someone remarkably untalented and embarrassingly stupid. Potter probably laughs at him, toys with him, and isn't ready when this uncomplicated person scrounges up the necessary hatred for an Unforgivable. That's the only way Draco can pen a narrative on this hoopla that runs true to the clues. But he still doesn't believe it. Potter can't really be dead. It doesn't just happen like that. Not for lucky bastards like him.

When Shacklebolt reads the report, he lifts it up to his upturned nose and frowns. Reads the text very slowly, occasionally twitching in response to some of Draco's verbiage. Draco braces himself, worried that perhaps he went too far. Draco, you must remove yourself for at least one second if you are to plan something, Severus would tell him, perhaps with a thwap to the head from a rolled up scroll.

But Shacklebolt merely smiles, a twinkle in his eyes. "Everything appears to be in order," he says.

That whimsical vacancy reminds Draco of an old man he was once ordered to kill. Draco doesn't like that very much and decides to stuff it away, along with all the other thoughts Pansy tells him he ought to bring up in therapy.

Blech.

At long last, no more interruptions. Draco is running. It's abhorrent, as mentioned previously. He's been running for some time and finally catches up on this poorly concealed wizard. Draco really does not want to rip his cloak so he slows down a step which proves to be a mistake. Because this Death Eater's packing.

Draco's heard of these before — revolviwhatsits — but never quite encountered them. He learns what they do quickly though; the Death Eater extends his arm into the air and fires off several bullets rapidly.

"Protego!" Draco screams and the air before him pushes forward like rolling waves and knocks the bullets clean out of the air. Draco returns to his sprint but does take a moment to marvel at what a bad shot this man is — none of the five bullets are even close to striking him, they all dangle yards above his head before tumbling down to the wet street.

There's a loud clang! and bang! and Draco has to jump so that he doesn't trip against the fallen trash can. His freshly polished shoes crunch against the ridges of steel and he nearly loses his balance, but no! He may be posh but he's not that posh! So he kicks off and lands hard, running again. But when he smacks the pavement, brown waters lift from the puddles and lick the hem of his cloak.

Bloody hell, his mother made him that cloak and he really —

Red sparks blast from his shoulder, riding down his arm, picking up speed as they pass his elbow, skim the Death Mark, and hit the wand. Smoke lifts off the wood and Draco jabs the instrument like a conductor finishing off a particularly intense piece, and shouts, "Expelliarmus!"

The scoundrel almost makes it scot free, they almost turn around a corner and forever disappear. The case is left open and Draco never finds out what became of Harry James Potter. But no, Draco would hit this wanker at the exact moment that he'd be better off missing.

The spell nails the running man in the small of the back. His entire frame flinches and contorts itself with the sudden power branching through his nervous system and right to the tips of his fingers where the red sparks rush out and knock the revolver high, high into the air.

Draco smiles because it feels good when the revolver falls into his pale hand and he holds it up like a prize. But his face falls just as fast because he wanted the man's wand not his bloody, barbaric gun.

But very quickly, the gun peels apart. The barrel, the hinge, the trigger, the cartridge, the bullets, all of it falls away like the worst balsa bridge at the science fair. The slats hit the ground leaving Draco with a wand. An actual bona fide wand and for a second, Draco decides he wants to become a Hit Wizard.

Bu then he looks closer at the wand and reconsiders that.

Eleven inches.

Limber and springy.

Holly.

Draco's breath catches in his throat before it eventually plumes out into a light fog. He doesn't need to look this man in the eye to know who he really is, but he takes the time to do so anyways because it briefly suspends a rather awkward conversation. Draco's wide eyes travel up the man's backside and his spine jitters at the sight of that dirty, brown neck he'll never quite get over. The man's shoulders rock up and down with racks of harsh breathing, but finally fall still. The unruly, jet black hair bounces one last time before falling in place besides the man's round cheeks.

Draco's whole body quakes with the shudder of his voice.

"Potter?"

Harry James Potter turns around slowly, lip curled into an ugly snarl. So adult, so worn looking. So — alive? But Draco forgets about the eight years that have passed when Harry's still boyish baritone cracks Malfoy's pink ears. "We don't have much time before the Ministry catches onto this. Find any Muggle that could have possibly witnessed anything and Obliviate. Got it?"

Draco does not. "What?"

Potter rolls his eyes, and Draco feels like a fool. "Statute of Secrecy. We're both Aurors, Malfoy."

Malfoy puffs out his chest and fully takes Potter in. "Ah."

Potter waits. Looks from left to right. Arches his brows and looks at Malfoy expectantly. "My wand?"

"Oh. Oh. Yes."

Draco lobs the wand into the air and it spins a few times before unceremoniously thunking against a trash can and rolling into a puddle. Harry growls and shuts his eyes, raising his fingers into the air and,"Expelliarmus!"

Bang!

Draco's wand arcs through the air and lands into Potter's waiting hands — for the second time in their lives. Potter laughs and flashes his irresistibly pearly whites. "I'll give it back I promise."

"Mhm," Draco moans, plucking Harry's wand out of the muck and waving off the remaining residue.

Clearly Harry is livid and there will likely be a row following this — and Draco really ought to check the perimeter to make sure that if they did violate Magical Law that no one finds out. But he doesn't do it. He waits. He watches Potter saunter off as if this is not a big deal. Watches that brown neck bob up and down with the bounce of Harry's gait. Remembers how in sixth year he scanned every peripheral to make sure Potter wasn't breathing down his neck.

Remembers how he was somewhat sad that Harry hadn't caught on to his master plan, how he had to explain it to Dumbledore so that at least one person could appreciate his genius.

He looks at Harry's neck one last time before setting to work. It's strange. As abhorrent as he finds it, Draco feels a sudden compulsion to run.

Read the full story here!

#harry potter x draco malfoy #drarry #harry is a PTSD-fueled cop and draco is an interrogator #chance reunion brings them together #i can't bring myself to like HP anymore but I love this fic that I did #hp fanfic

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siriuslytiredofsatan · 1 year

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Another! ☕

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #reunion #art #hp

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xreaderbooks · 6 months

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Angelic

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius doesn't feel himself after his time in Azkaban and you reassure him.

Based off of this request

Warnings: post-azkaban, insecurity, low self-esteem, fluff, comfort

Word Count: 1.6k

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Looking at him and the way he transformed back from his animagus form, he looked like a shell of his old self, as if someone had stolen something from him and he didn't know how to ask for it back.

You stood frozen, not sure whether to strangle him into a hug until he was suffocated from your love or wait and see if he would even want you to touch him.

There he was, Sirius Black, on the front steps of the home you had both picked out after graduating from Hogwarts.

"Y/n?" His voice croaked out. "Say something, please."

The only thing that escaped your lips was a sob as tears streamed down, you gave into your inhibitions and ran to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He caught you the same way he always had with the same hug you always gave him when you were excited to see him after a whole summer apart, or whenever you passed a test and were overly anxious to tell him.

His arms circled your waist in the same familiar way you had almost forgotten.

"I love you, I believed you, I never stopped believing" You cried into the crook of his shoulder. You needed him to know that. You pushed back all the memories of the conversations and debates you had with Remus and other members of the Order who believed Sirius was guilty.

He gently pulled you away from him, taking you in from the last twelve years he saw you, murmuring as he stroked your tear-stained cheeks "I love you more, darling."

"Come in," You entwined your hands to guide him into your once-shared home, a home he barely had time in. "The place is pretty much the same."

"Your taste hasn't changed," He took in the decorations and furniture of the house.

You let your hand fall from his and nervously fiddled with your fingers as he looked around, "Hope you don't mind."

A half chuckle- half sob escaped from Sirius, "Of course not, love." He swiped his nose with the sleeve of the black and white striped prison robes. "What I do mind is you seeing me in this wretched state, I assume the bath hasn't changed?"

"Same as it's always been, let me grab you a towel and some fresh clothes." You rush off to the bedroom where you had kept Sirius's old clothes in a box and a closet where you store all the extra household items.

You heard the shower running from the thin walls and took a moment to gather your thoughts. He was back, he was not a murderer. He was back and he still loved you. You took a few deep breaths despite your heart still racing at the sight of him.

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Weeks had gone by since he had escaped from Azkaban and waking up next to him in the same bed had not felt real.

Weeks turned to months and life had taken a turn for, what could be considered the best.

What brought you to reality was the nightmares you would coax Sirius out of, something you were used to doing even before Azkaban unfortunately. The only difference was there was nothing you could tell him now that could comfort him.

What did help was the fact that Harry knew the truth now and the reunion between Remus and Sirius had gone well. As amazing as that was, Sirius wasn't himself.

He lacks the flair he used to have; not that you minded, whatever made Sirius happy- made you happy. Whatever made him upset, equally affected you as much. You noticed Sirius has been trying to follow a routine in the same way he used to.

Tried the same hair products he used to use, it ended up with his hair sticking out in odd ways that frustrated him to no end, if he didn't love his long hair so much he would've shaved it all off.

Sirius attempted to style himself the way he once did and your shared room was littered with mountains of his clothes.

The results would put him in a foul mood.

"What's wrong, love?" It was one of Sirius' more difficult days. He didn't communicate his thoughts, he kept it all to himself and stayed moody for the rest of the day until he returned to his normal state of being.

He appeared to be zoned out, lost in thought, leaning on the counter in the kitchen with his arms crossed. He shook his head, "Nothing. Just thinking."

You broke through his arms, your fingers threaded through his hair, and he relinquished his hold to settle his hands on your hips. "Mind if I ask you what you were thinking of?"

He stayed silent for a moment, then two, inhaling a shaky breath.

"Am I as handsome as I once was?"

The question would have made you laugh if it wasn't for the poor-kicked puppy look he had. Sirius was rarely one to be insecure, it had you at a loss for words.

Your eyes scanned his, then the rest of his features. The curve of his naturally dark eyebrows, that matched his raven black hair. The perfectly shaped nose, and lips that you never got tired of tasting. His skin, smooth and the light freckles scattered on his face looked like a constellation.

It was true that he had aged, but as you had always expected, his age didn't take away from his beauty. A decade and a couple of years weren't going to take that from him like he was blessed by a god.

"Sirius, you have been and always will be beautiful to me," You confessed. You kissed both his cheeks, "You're more than beautiful, you're angelic."

You catch his eyes as he ducks his head shyly with a smile creeping onto his lips and give him a small peck.

He runs his hand through his hair and releases a breath while looking at the ceiling to keep the tears from running, "Thank you, love. I just haven't felt like myself since, well, you know. Nothing has felt the same, except for you." He squeezes your hips and brings you in for a tight hug.

"No need to thank me, Siri, I'm just happy you finally told me what was wrong." You kissed the side of his head and enjoyed the warmth of his neck before pulling back. "I'm sorry I don't tell you enough, should've known what was wrong by the constant outfit changes."

He chuckled, and you echoed his laughter. His smile dies slowly and he admires you in a way that has always intimidated you, the weight of his stare is heavy, "I suppose insecurity is the cost of having a goddess as a girlfriend."

His lips crashed onto yours and moved with such a consuming want and need for you. All of his kisses were loving and filled with a combination of emotions but this one took you back.

A nervous giggle escapes you, "Sirius-" You mumble his name against his mouth that continues to pursue yours.

"Yes?" He answered after you were unresponsive. He opened his eyes and stared at you, "I'm being perfectly serious."

"No, I am," You insist placing your hands on his shoulders.

He moved into your neck and trailed kisses down to the crook between your shoulder and neck, "I wouldn't be too sure of that."

You tried your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach that was traveling lower with each suck and bite he gave you. "How about we do something haven't done in a while?"

"A while? Just the other day we-" He appeared puzzled when he pulled his head back.

"Not that!" You shook your head. "Come."

You lead him to the couch and gently push him down to sit, you then go into your bathroom and search through the drawers until you find what you were looking for. Back in the living room, you set down the materials you gathered and turned on the muggle television to whatever was on.

"What are you up to?" Sirius asked.

You pulled out the black nail polish from the pouch you held the paint bottles in and tossed his way with a last-minute 'Catch'.

"We're starting with this."

He lifts a brow, "Starting?"

"I'm helping you get back to feeling more like yourself," You sit on the couch, laying your legs across his lap, and bring his hands to settle atop your knees. "That's only if you want to, I just want to help and if you don't want to then we can find another way, nail polish was just a go-to back then."

You would've continued to ramble if not for him kissing you, being back with Sirius had brought back the little school girl in you that you had lost throughout the war, then again- he's always been able to bring out a different side of you.

"I want to," His voice was quick and encouraging.

"Good," You tapped his nose which made him scrunch it up. As you began coating his nails with a base, you felt a bit of courage to confess something you'd held in during the early years of your relationship. "You know at Hogwarts when we got together, some girls Marlene hung out with told me I wasn't good enough to be with someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

You hummed, brushing on the first coat of the black polish to the first dried base-coated finger. "Handsome, gorgeous, god-like."

Sirius tilted his head back and laughed, "God-like."

"Their words, not mine but looking at you now after all those years, they weren't wrong."

"They were wrong about you," He mumbled, laying his forehead against the side of your head and into your hair. "My perfect, pretty girl."

"And you're wrong about yourself," You took a pause on the painting and stroked his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you."

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a/n: I actually really don't like this, i had a good idea in my head of what i wanted this to look like and over time i guess i losit it? i feel like i could have done a better job if writers block wasn't in the way but i didn't wanna take longer than i already have writing this request. lemme know what you think :)

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dearladynightmare · 8 months

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Good day my friends! Today I want to share with you my very well-considered theory about Hordaks “defect”. This idea really makes sense to me which is why I use it canonically for my comics (especially the next one). So, if you are interested in how I spent my nights, not able to sleep because of this head-canon, GO AHEAD! ;)

While watching the show I noticed some inconsistencies according to what Hordak said about his defect and how Horde Prime (HP) dealt with it. But what exactly do we know about his defect? Well, he told Entrapta that he was a clone of Horde Prime, that he had been his “top general” but he a had a defect in his cloning. So Prime declared him worthless and sent him to die to the front lines.

When I rewatched that episode I was confused. Horde Prime had a top general? Horde Prime himself chose a “worthless” clone to be his top general??? A clone who’s not even worth to have a name?? Later we found out that Prime does not distinguish between his clones. None of them was special in any way. Their only reason for existence was to serve HP. The clones also don't have fixed positions or tasks. You can follow this thesis well following Hordak. One time he stands at Prime's side, one time he is a guard in the corridors, one time he is a sentry on Etheria, ... It doesn’t matter to Prime - They doesn’t matter.

My first explanation was that Hordak just made the “top general” story up. A story he was telling himself to feel less worthless. An attempt to ascribe value to himself and in the eyes of Prime. And to give meaning to what he was doing on Etheria. It seemed simple – to simple. So, I thought what was if Hordak told the truth? And now hold on my friends!

Hordak wasn’t like the other clones. He had something which made him special – his defect. And I am not talking about his physical health problems which we were able to see in the show (I`ll come back to this later). I am talking about Hordaks ability of independent thinking and slight resilience against HPs mind control. Sounds weird but pls hear me out!

After Hordak returned to HP, his story could have ended. Prime wiped his mind and Hordak should have been like all the other clones. He should have been unable to remember who he was and his complete past on Etheria. But his story wasn’t over. From that time Hordak showed us that Primes mind control does not really work on him. And I have proof!

1. Prime is barely able to see Hordaks thoughts

Primes wasn’t able to see his thoughts right after their reunion. He seemed to wonder and came closer to touch Hordaks face. Then it worked. Later Hordak started to question everything, he was thinking about Entrapta, the first ones writing, She-Ra, the rebellion and was able to keep all those thoughts from the all knowing- all seeing Horde Prime, even if he was standing right next to him. Even if Hordak shouldn’t been able to remember any of those things in the first place.

2. Hordak remembers things without even trying

Before Hordak noticed that he had forgotten something he already remembered things without trying. For example when he met Catra on the corridor and called her by her actual name and not little sister like all the others.

3. Only Hordak was able to fight the mindcontrol

In the show we see various characters being controlled by Prime. But no one was able to resist as much as Hordak did (and he sometimes didn’t even try). Catra was the first to fall victim to the control. she could only defend herself when the chip in her neck got damaged, and even after that she was barely able to. Later, many other protagonists became victims, without the capability to defend themselves. In the end, even Micah was under the control and would have killed his own daughter if Glimmer wasn’t stronger than him. The mind control was stronger than his fatherly love and the fact that he was a mighty sorcerer!

Fact is, even if the controlled characters stood in front of the person they loved the most, they weren’t able to fight the control BUT Hordak (who only exists to obey Primes orders) found the lil first ones writing and went all like “ENTRAPTA! MY TINY WIFE!” ... Well kind ofxD

He also refused Primes orders when he met Entrapta back on Etheria again. He recognized her and wouldn't hurt her. He let her run off! And don't forget when Prime wanted him to get disposed of her. Prime ordered him personally to get rid of her, and he refused! BETTER he turned against him.

And tbh I don’t think theres a difference between a clone under mind control or an controlled Etherian. After all, the clones also had their own personalities, as we were able to see from Wrong Hordak.

And if all that is true, it is possible that Hordak really was a top general of Prime. Maybe HP recognized that Hordak is “smarter” than the others. Maybe he has used Hordaks feature at the beginning and gave him the post as top general. Maybe in form of a consultant? But we know Prime and we know that he wanted to control everything. And maybe he started to question whether he really wanted to grant Hordak this worth. He created a very own “security gap” and so he got rid of Hordak. Of course he didn't tell Hordak about the real reason why he wanted to get rid of him. He just told him that he was a defect! Hordak wasn't aware of what his actual defect was (that he was special) until he started to experience his body betraying him.

Which leads us to his obvious health problems! But what are they if they are not the original defect? Hordaks body turned out to be very weak. He made himself an amour to hold himself together (btw I think that’s very impressive since he’s ��just“ a clone, it shows how smart he was!) because his body was betraying him. Well I noticed sth Wrong Hordak said and showed us. THE NUTRIENT-RICH AMNIOTIC FLUID. Remember? When he cooked together with Glimmer he said “True nourishment comes from the favor of Horde Prime, also from nutrient-rich amniotic fluid.“ After that, he showed off an ampoule of this green liquid stuff that we've seen often in the show. Soooo since I´m sure that HP has better things to do than share his rare food with his clones I think they also ate things like ration bars BUT this green liquid seems to be most important to Horde Primes species… He himself is treated with it and even a “simple and worthless clone” like Wrong Hordak is equipped with it. It´s a property he carries with him, so it must be important. Maybe important for their state of health??

If that’s true… and I think it is… Hordak has had a massive lack of an indispensable substance his species requires! And that over years since he has been parted from Prime! No wonder he was doing that horrible! This would explain why his state of health got worse over time and why he no longer had green eyes. His own technologies helped him for a long time but soon failed. If Entrapta had not been there, to make him a new suit he probably would have died or sth.

But even Entrapta's technologies could not entirely help him. At least not enough. Not until he returned to Prime, because Prime had no trouble healing Hordak. It was Prime's technologies that Hordak needed, so why did he throw Hordak out when his defect was only a thing that HP could easily cure? So the physical defect was just a concomitant symptom of years of neglect.

In the end there’s one question left: Why did Prime accept Hordak into his ranks again if my theory is right? Why would he take Hordak back if he was able to resist the mind control. Easy. Horde Prime is an arrogant and selfish dumbass. He was sure that after all that happened he must be the one Hordak loved the most. He decided to watch and test Hordak and his faith (when he asked him to kill Entrapta). He wanted to see him suffer. And he knew if Hordak wasn’t faithful he could easily get rid of him. But he decided to play that sick game… and he lost because Hordak chose to break the chain of abuse.

So that’s it. My theory about Hordak! Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoy!💜

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A new Message from the Masters Team is out!

New Mysterious Stones Chapter (A Fateful Reunion) coming on May 1, 2024! You'll need to have collected a total of 600 Mysterious Stones to unlock this story's area. Volo and Rei finally meet face-to-face on Pasio. What will Rei do in response to Volo's intentions?

In addition, they've made improvements that will allow you to easily check successful teams when you are unable to win a battle, and also revamped each 5⭐-Guaranteed Sync Pair Scout found in the General tab of the Ticket Scout menu so that you can scout either x5 or x10. (It sounds to me like you would need to have collected 150 to 300 5⭐ Scout Tickets.)

Rika will star in Story Event Good Ol' Rika Here beginning on Apr26, and by teaming up with Rika & Clodsire from their Poké Fair Scout that will be available at the same time as the event, you'll be able to invite Rika as a Guest to the Trainer Lodge! You can also get a Clodsire photo frame for the Photo Creator by teaming up with them. Rika can be invited as a Guest to the Trainer Lodge starting May1.

Rika & Clodsire are a Ground-type Support Sync Pair. Their EX Role is Field. Their Rampant Mud Slap Buddy Move can lower all opponents' accuracy by two stat ranks and leave them poisoned. It can also create a Ground Zone and increase all allies' Physical Moves ↑ Next and Special Moves ↑ Next effects by two ranks each. They can also use their Think Fast! Trainer move to raise all allies' Attack and Sp. Atk by two stat ranks. Plus, they have a Passive Skill that restores all allies' HP when Rika & Clodsire get hit by an attack move, and another Passive Skill that lowers one of the following stats of an opponent that attacked them by two stat ranks at random when hit by an attack move: Attack, Defense, Sp. Atk, Sp. Def, or Speed.

Three different Triple Feature Poké Fair Scouts will begin on Apr27, featuring Sync Pairs such as Skyla (Anniversary 2022) & Tornadus, Palmer & Regigigas, and Gloria (Dojo Uniform) & Urshifu! For each lineup, there will be a regular Triple Feature Poké Fair Scout, as well as a paid-gems-only Triple Feature Poké Fair Scout that comes with a Roll Cake present. Each featured Fair-Exclusive Sync Pair will have an EX Role added, so we hope you look forward to it. (Note: Palmer & Regigigas already have an EX Role.) Also, looking forward to being able to boost Lysandre 👀

The sequel to the ongoing Costume Event New Heroes Are Born will start on Apr30. Two figures have appeared before our heroes as villains! (Cool how we're getting the PokeStar Studios alts as villains, but pretty predictable. Would have been cool to see some actual villains getting in on the fun, add that sense of urgency/seriousness, but was thinking it might be too much of an ask lol)

The next High Score Event "Water and Fairy Conqueror" will begin on May 7, 2024. This High Score Event will have two recommended types. Taking into account the difference in battle difficulty based on the available Sync Pairs of the recommended types for this High Score Event, the maximum number of points needed to obtain the featured reward will be changed from 180,000 to 200,000. They plan to make more adjustments to this point total based on the difficulty of future events as well.

Also scheduled are returns of Solo Event Pasio Gold Rush, Daily Battle The Golden Magikarp, and Story Event A Golden Future, as well as the addition of an Ultimate Battle and a new Trainer Files.

The next message is scheduled for late May.

Edit, here's the event schedule from Reddit:

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