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🦋Percy Weasley Appreciation Week!🦋

Do you still have positive feelings towards Percy Weasley, like I do?

Do you want to join in making little things to show that affection?

Then this may be the event for you!

A whole week of Percy Weasley fanworks!

Set to run from August 22nd to August 28th. (So in about two months)

I have once again provided two prompt options for each day to use as inspiration. Feel free to use both or only one completely up to you!

If this at all sounds fun to you I hope to see you there!! 🦋

🪻🦋Rules🦋🪻

This event follows the three big rules of fandom

YKINMKBYKIO - Your Kink is Not My Kink, But Your Kink is Okay

Don’t Like;Don’t Read

SALS - Ship and Let Ship

Any sort of harassment will not be tolerated.

Any work created should include Percy Weasley as a main part of the fic in some way or another.

Works should be newly made for this event and you can start creating anytime!

Works should be added to the Change_is_Perceivable_2025 collection over on Ao3 (it’s closed for now but I'll open it on the 22nd)

Fic minimum: 100 words no max

Art can be any medium with no minimum on what you can make. A sketch, a doodle, a moodboard if you want to show love to Percy I will not hold you back.

On that note though, AI-generated pieces will be not be accepted

Feel free to combine with other fests if they also allow it!

For anything that's done using someone else’s fic (Podfic/bookbinding) make sure they allow it. By either asking directly or looking for a blanket permission statement on their account

If you tag your works on tumblr with #ChangeIsPerce2025 I’ll reblog it c:

There are no wrong answers when it comes to the prompts feel free to use them however they inspire you!

This is a very low stakes event. Feel free to participate everyday or for only a single day.

If you have any questions feel free to send an ask!

🪻🦋Prompts🦋🪻

The prompts this year are as follows:

Day 1: Secrets - Passion

Day 2: Memory - Decision

Day 3: Proposal - Homework

Day 4: Capture - Safety

Day 5: Attention - Moon

Day 6: Confusion - Newspaper

Day 7: Change - Perceive 

Alt 1 Purple

Alt 2 Robes

Alt 3 Candle

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Welcome to our very first contributor spotlight for the 2025 zine! Today, we are spotlighting Maddy (plipi), @maddy-plipi, who is working on a lovely wood turning project meant to symbolize Vee, her journey, and her new life.

Find Maddy on AO3 and Tumblr!

Contributions to the zine are open for to anyone until August 1! Check out the links below to participate. • Sign Up Form • Work Submission Form (Google sign-in required to upload files, message us if you cannot do this and we will arrange an alternate upload option)

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Flapjack’s birth

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Vee before bed :3

1 like = 1 kick in Belos's scrawny old ass.

1 reblog = 100 cookies for Vee and 100 kick in Belos's scrawny old ass.

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Suggest possible prompts for Vee Week 2025 by May 20th!

Vee Week will return this August to celebrate our favorite shapeshifting basilisk with new fanart and fanfic!

We'd like multiple prompt options per day as well as 5 alt prompts. Prompts should be one to three words or a short phrase (see last year's prompts here).

If you have any ideas, please share them in this form by May 20th. You'll have a chance to vote on your favorite prompts after submissions close.

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Watching

Summary:

Head of Hogwarts Security Harry has received a notification of someone in a greenhouse. Hermione goes with him to investigate. She wasn't expecting watching Neville and Pansy to finally draw her and Harry together. Rated M for sexual situations, consensual non-consensual voyeurism (parties being watched know it, but one of the watchers doesn't know that the observed know).

Notes:

I originally wrote this for the Panville Masquerade, but the ship is really more Harry/Hermione, so some bonus content for both.

“Where are you going?” Hermione hissed to Harry as he snuck out of the Hogwarts Board of Governors meeting.

Harry waved her over and showed her the Marauder’s Map, while keeping their backs to the rest of the room. Greenhouse Six was blinking, but there were no people listed in it.

“What does it mean when it blinks like that?” Hermione asked, tracing it with her fingers then feeling silly, like she’d expected it to react somehow.

“I’ve added some new Charms to it and that means that whoever is there is concealing themselves somehow, or they tried to make the greenhouse Unplottable. Either way, I have to investigate.” He started to walk away, then paused. “You look like you want to get away, too. Come with me?”

Hermione nodded and they both slipped out. When they reached the hallway, he held out his hand and she took it. As Defence Professor and Head of Hogwarts Security, he was one of three people who could Apparate on the grounds. With a twist of reality, they appeared outside the greenhouse; Harry had learned how to Apparate silently at some point. He threw the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Hermione and they crept up the path to the greenhouse. Hermione noticed how good he smelled and gulped. If she smelled Amortentia now, it might smell like Harry. She wondered for the hundredth time if she should make a move now that her divorce was final and Harry had stopped dating that Quidditch player. She also wondered how Ginny would take it even though that had been done for years.

Harry stopped suddenly and she bumped into his back.

“What?” she whispered and then followed his pointing finger. A shape was pressed up against the glass of the greenhouse, silhouetted against it because they were backlit and it was dark outside. The shape of the shoulders and size made Hermione think it was a woman and that was confirmed when she was suddenly pressed hard against the glass and her breasts spread out against them.

“We’ve got to save her,” Hermione gasped, but Harry held her back. He pointed at the large hands on the glass above the woman’s shadow and the rhythmic way that he body moved against the glass.

“I don’t think she’s in any danger,” Harry whispered back.

They crept closer and now they could hear the moans. Harry knelt down behind a bush and Hermione joined him.

“Oh. I think you're right.” Hermione whispered directly into Harry’s ear. Did he flinch or was it her imagination?

Harry waved his wand and the glass and lighting changed. Now, even though they were still backlit, both he and Harry could clearly see through the greenhouse glass.

“Oh, oh my,” Hermione whispered at the sight of Neville Longbottom, Herbology Professor; and Pansy Parkinson, Potions Professor. Neville was behind her, covering her mouth with a hand while he… while they… oh… oh. How Pansy could make that much noise with her mouth covered, Hermione didn’t know.

“We should go,” Hermione whispered and Harry turned to face her.

“You don’t want to watch?” His tone said he was joking, but she felt her eyes drawn back to Neville and Pansy. They shifted positions and now Neville was standing, holding Pansy against the glass of the greenhouse, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I mean, you should make sure they’re safe… as Head of Security, right?” Hermione asked in what she hoped was a casual tone.

Harry blinked. “Yeah, sure…”

Neville held Pansy firmly back against the glass; both Harry and Hermione could see the sweat from her back smearing it. Neville’s legs strained and the muscles in his arms bunched and flexed as he kept Pansy in position.

“When did he get so big?��� Hermione asked Harry, who laughed.

“He’s always been big. If we were just a bit closer you’d see.” Harry laughed again.

Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it. Now she could see close up, like it was magnified and she saw what Harry meant. Neville was… oh my. And Pansy could… Hermione felt the cool night warm.

“I see what you mean. Even Ron wasn’t as… I mean, I…” Hermione realized she was babbling and stopped.

“I wish sometimes I was as big as Neville or Ron, but I’ve never had complaints, at least not to my face.” Harry turned to look into Hermione’s eyes and started to say something, but they both turned back at a crash from the greenhouse. Neville had tossed Pansy onto a potting bench and the pots on it had fallen and shattered. Neither of them seemed to notice, lost in their own world.

“I wish we could hear them better.” Hermione had just uttered those words when Harry took his wand out. A moment later, Neville’s voice came to them clearly.

“You like that? You like that?” he repeated over and over, using the phrase to keep time, like a metronome.

“Yes. Yes. There. Like that,” Pansy said in counterpoint to Neville. Their voices stopped as Neville kissed her. Harry and Hermione couldn’t see the kiss, but they could hear it, the sounds amplified just for them. Hermione looked away from Neville and Pansy to see Harry looking at her, his face flushed and his eyes slid down her body. Hermione was suddenly aware that she was wearing a tight Muggle dress; a little black dress, as her mother had called it when they watched fashion shows on television together. Harry’s eyes travelled to her cleavage. She leaned in, ostensibly to whisper to him, but really to give him a better view. His tongue slid over dry lips and his eyes flicked down, then they both turned back to the scene in the greenhouse when they heard Neville say, “on your knees.”

Pansy’s knelt, using her discarded robes to protect her knees. Her back was to them, so they couldn’t see what she was doing, but Neville’s hands on the back of her head and the noises he was making made it clear.

“How can she?” Hermione asked.

“You’ve never?” Harry replied. His tone said it was a joke, but Hermione took it seriously.

“Of course, I have, I only meant that he’s so… big,” she finished lamely.

“Practice, I would imagine,” Harry shot back.

Neville’s hands tensed on the back of Pansy’s head and he pulled her away.

“Not yet,” he rasped and yanked her to her feet and threw her back on the potting table. She landed with an oomph. Then it was Neville on his knees. Pansy’s back was still to them and Neville’s lower body was blocked by the potting table. Pansy took her turn to have her hands wrapped around the back of Neville’s head. Pansy’s noises made Hermione’s core heat. Her hands found the hem of her dress and before she knew what she was doing, she was pulling it up and up and up and over her knickers. Hermione’s skin goose-pimpled, listening to Pansy and hearing what Neville was doing to her.

She Vanished her knickers; they weren’t comfortable anyway right now. Another wave of her wand and a small blanket appeared in front of Harry. He jumped back at it, then his face swung to Hermione and her hiked skirt, and her lack of knickers and���

“You sure?” he asked.

She gulped and nodded, then got down on her hands and knees on the blanket. She watched Pansy’s fingers twitch in Neville’s blond hair and heard her passion. The noises from behind her said that Harry was lossening his robes.

“They can’t see us?” Hermione asked, suddenly nervous.

“No, nor hear us.” Harry joined her and together they became one. Harry matched his pace to the sounds from the greenhouse. As Pansy’s moans crescendoed, Harry sped up. Hermione’s voice joined Pansy’s, deeper and throatier than Pansy’s.

“Waited so long for this,” Harry whispered in her ear, then nipped it.

“Me too,” Hermione shot back.

In the greenhouse, Pansy’s back arched and her hips lifted. Neville stood and grabbed Pansy by the hips. They joined together and their muffled cries echoed in harmony with Harry and Hermione’s, Harry’s tenor and Neville’s baritone matching Pansy’s soprano and Hermione’s alto.

Suddenly, Neville stopped, leaned over Pansy and shouted. At the same time, Harry did the same. Warmth flooded through Hermione and she lost herself for a moment, then a second moment as it flooded her again. Harry’s hands and lips on her matched Neville’s on Pansy. Neville started again and so did Harry. Now there was urgency in both that hadn’t been there before as they chased their needs and not that of their partners. Harry’s hands gripped Hermione’s waist as Neville’s grapsed Pansy’s. Synchronized, they all moved together. Hermione briefly wondered how, but then lost her train of thought to Harry’s kisses across her neck and back.

Another flood of warmth, but this time it was Harry’s and he was sharing it with her. A melding that she’d waited so long for and now she knew he had, too. Wasted time, never to be returned, but they could make up for it. When she opened her eyes she saw Neville kissing Pansy gently, gliding his lips over hers, barely touching. He helped her stand on her shaking legs and summoned a washcloth from somewhere. Neville tenderly tended to her, cleaning her while crooning how much he loved her, touching her, making her his. Harry and Hermione watched as the afterglow settled over them.

“I think we should go,” Hermione said. “They look like they’re about done and ready to leave.”

“Yeah.” Harry adjusted his robes while Hermione pulled her dress back down. She’d just finished and taken Harry’s hand when she looked up.

Neville and Pansy were waving to them with smirks on their faces.

“I thought you said they couldn’t see us,” Hermione hissed.

“They couldn’t, but they know we’re here. They knew we were watching.” Harry kissed Hermione’s hand and she closed her eyes, half in exasperation and half in pleasure.

“So you set this up with them. Did you think that watching their little show would get you what you wanted?” Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed Harry. When he tried to respond, she took his lower lip in her teeth and bit gently. His tongue roamed over her lips and she released him, then greedily kissed him.

She pulled back and he said, “Yeah, I kinda did think that you needed a little push and I know you like to watch because Ron let it slip one day.”

Hermione sighed. They both turned at the greenhouse door squeaking open.

Pansy and Neville walked toward them.

“See, I told you it would work,” Pansy said, swatting Neville on his bum.

“Did it though?” he asked.

Hermione’s flaming face and Harry’s grin answered them.

“Could you really not see us?” Hermione asked.

“No, we couldn’t,” Pansy said.

Hermione’s shoulders relaxed.

Pansy laughed, leaned over and patted Hermione’s cheek. “But we would love to watch one day, wouldn’t we, dear?”

“Yeah, we would,” Neville said. “Fair’s fair.”

“I—we might one day, but for now, this is still new. No promises.” Hermione took Harry’s hand. “Your quarters?”

He nodded and with a twist and a pop, they were gone.

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I have something in the works with pretty much this exact premise, but not Voldemort's soul in the object. Someone else's that the protag trapped after death and wanted them to just be ensouled in the object for a long time in an oceanic trench.

The trio would've been fucked if Voldemort had thought more globally.

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bappity bap bap

*baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws*

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birds, wolves, and girls with mandibles

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i imagine luz had a bad time during the TTT timeskip trying to keep up with school while hosting 5 people and being very depressed

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I have no words.

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an incomplete list of times a bat has yelled for superman’s help

- six years after they met, batman called for superman’s help for the first time, when he realized he couldn’t save a child from a fire

- dick grayson, age 8, called for superman to save batman from a death trap

- dick grayson, age 9, called superman to open a jam jar (strawberry)

- alfred, age lots, called superman to save batman from a death trap

- dick grayson, age 11, called superman to open a jam jar (grape)

- bruce wayne called superman to comfort dick grayson, who had just been fired as robin

- ace the bathound barked for superman to save batman from a death trap

- bruce wayne called superman to ask why, precisely, dick grayson was now superhero-ing under a kryptonian name

- jason todd called superman to save batman from a death trap

- batman called superman to save jason todd from a death trap. superman was in a different solar system.  he didn’t hear his name.

- barbara gordon called superman to help subdue supergirl, who was mind-controlled at the time

- dick grayson, age 19, called superman to open a jam jar (raspberry)

- tim drake called superman to save batman from a death trap

- stephanie brown called superman to see if she could

- tim drake called superman to tell superboy to take his earbuds out

- batman called superman because the batplane had just exploded at 17,000 feet, and he can’t fly, at all

- jason todd called superman to save batman from a death trap that he had himself set up

- dick grayson, age 24, called superman to open a jam jar (fig)

- dick grayson called superman to ask him why he hadn’t saved his father

- damian wayne called superman to save batman (dick grayson) from a death trap

- cassandra cain called superman so he could interpret her signs for a particularly skeevy alleyway ruffian.  he refused to interpret some of the signs.

- batman called superman to tell him to get lois some damn flowers already so she would stop texting him

- a failsafe device made by barbara gordon and tim drake automatically called superman to save batman from a death trap

- duke thomas called superman because he was dared to and he didn’t think it would work (it did)

- dick grayson, age 26, called superman to open a jam jar (apricot)

- damian wayne called superman to tell superboy (jon kent) to take his earbuds out

- selina kyle called superman to save a kitten from a tree

- dick grayson, age 28, called superman to save batman from a jam jar (giant, acid-filled)

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

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The Vee Digital Fanzine is Returning for 2025!

Hello everyone! I'm super excited to announce that we will be running another Vee fanzine this year! This is a completely free, digital-release zine for all fanworks focusing on Vee! Submit interest for the zine at the non-binding form above. We will be accepting submissions from any contributors!

Event Timeline:

May 30, 2025: First optional check-in

June 27, 2025: Second optional check-in

July 18, 2025: Final optional check-In

August 1, 2025: Final work submission deadline!

August 14, 2025: Zine release date!

Feel free to join our Discord community for updates on the zine and to hang out with other Vee fans:

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Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

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Hansy Fest Fics and Authors Revealed!

The Chair by cosmic_kate

you're the drug and i'm the addict by bellairestrella

The Whisper Campaign by dark_pookha

Driving Me Crazy by Becca_Rae

Crimsom Clover by pinklilfairy

eight fingers crossed by nicolawritesdhr

A Potion of Trouble by Queen_Oval

Confessions of a Barn Owl by SquibNation10

Save the Date by orolin

A Very Scrooge-y Christmas by Queen_Oval

Read the full collection here.

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Fandom Trumps Hate

Want an Owl House story between 5k to 10k written for you? Bid on me at Fandom Trumps Hate. Special interests are Vee/Masha and Lumity but I am open to other ships and genfic.