#wizard discourse

[statleragainstposers]

Love potions are unethical and I'm tired of pretending they're not.

[sdv-confessions]

Ooh! based on the previous abigail is wizard’s daughter confession!

I believe Caroline is the wizard’s daughter because Rasmodius has a dialogue where he explains that his ex-wife is the witch who created our Void chickens. He says it was a messy split, so I’m not denying that it’s possible he could have been with Caroline before/after divorcing the Witch. But I don’t think we’ll ever have confirmation on it because we don’t know anyone’s ages.

However, hair color-wise, it wouldn’t be abnormal for Caroline to have green hair because her father and mother are magical (as the witch is green). Abigail’s hair could be purple genetically from her grandfather, Rasmodius.

But who really knows? I don’t like to step on other people’s headcanons, so I fully support if you want to think Abigail is the Wizard’s daughter. But please don’t treat it like it’s a fact :)

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[stealthneko]

I think the more powerful a wizard is, the bigger they should be.

[bethesdaglitch]

Actually you know what fuck it, wizard discourse time:

Loving Avowed but I do low-key wish wizards could use staves instead of wands. Maybe it’s because I unconsciously associate wands with Harry Potter but I’ve always thought they seemed sort of silly and childish, whereas a staff seems much more dignified and mature. Graceful, even. Elegant. A wizard with a wand is having a mid-life crisis; a wizard with a staff is confident and powerful and almost always an archmage. Plus if magic fails it’s easier to beat someone to death with a staff than a puny little wand. But perhaps the world isn’t ready for my hot takes on wizard apparatus.

[luna1nth3mo0n]

Friendly reminders for MARAUDERS fans that JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT SHIP A SHIP, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN TELL SOMEONE THATS SAID SHIP SHOULDN'T HAVE EXISTED/STAYED A JOKE SHIP !!!

JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T HEADCANON A HEADCANON DOESNT MEAN YOU GET TO SHIT ON IT OR THE PEROSN SHO DOES HEADCANON

FANDOM ETIQUETTE FUCKING EXISTS IM TIRED OF SEEING HALF THIS FANDOM BULLSHITITING AROUND IGNORING IT

SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT SHIPS YOU DISLIKE ON POSTS ABOUT THAT SHIP!!! ITS DISRESPECTFUL AS FUCK AND NOBODY LIKES YOU BECAUSE YOUR ANNOYING, IT DOESNT MAKE YOU QUIRKY OR DIFFERENT IT MAKES YOU SCUM ON THIS EARTH.

[silverbriseis]

99% of tomarrymort antis are so hilarious like whenever theyre complaining about how ""bad"" and ""immoral"" the ship is, they always point to the age difference and not... the murders😭😭😭 Tom literally murders Harrys parents and orphans him, attempts to murder everyone he knows then tries to take over the wizarding world all while ALSO attempting to murder him— so I feel like there's a very more obvious pressing issue here then their unrealistic age gap😭😭😭It's like those ppl complaining about hannigram and making top 10 lists about how problematic it is yet the fact that Hannibal is a cannibal and murderer never made it onto the lists😭😭😭

[tom-riddle-conoisseur]

Reasons To Ship A Pairing:

A.) The narrative mirror is just too exquisite to ignore. They are each other's diametrical opposites yet their lives are parallels. The similarities are uncanny. Beneath the ideological chasm and quest for vengeance, the hero empathizès with the villain a lot, as they intuitively know they could have ended up like their nemesis in an alternate universe, if they made a different choice. Both of them are more alike than they are willing to admit. Have a lot of same virtues, motivations and vices.

Because readers realize what separates the life paths of the two is not just a binary good vs evil dichotomy or a single choice to side with the right rather than might. The antagonist is someone who maybe was never offered that choice.

Perhaps the villain is more than an embodiment of evil. They are a metaphor of institutional negligence and failure. And that in their mind, they are settling scores, carrying out their own justice which they believe they have been denied. ...

The readers love a villain who is diabolical but there's a stench of tragedy and unhealed wounds lurking underneath the malevolence.

B.) The drama, my dears, the drama! Delicious, delightful drama. One or both of them are theatrical little gremlins. What will happen if they come together ? A good laugh. An opportunity to roll your eyes. Several popcorn worthy moments. A jolly good time.

C.) They couldn't be more different from each other. But, despite the differences there's an undercurrent of unwilling admiration, grudging respect. When the brute force meets unmoveable object, the aftermath is always epic.

D.) You are fond of these blorbos and there are no scenes featuring them interacting in canon unfortunately. Now is the time to correct historic wrongs and make them talk, get to know each other and kiss sweetly, sloppily, messily, ravenously.

[the-great-gay-gobinski]

no no, he's simply correct, you HIMBO CRETIN, he do be pondering hard here. perhaps even harder than i pondered yo-

Whoever called this meme Pondering My Orb and not

Orbserving.

I just wanna talk- 🤺

[hprambles-blog]

Wizards wear ROBES not button downs and trousers. They wear pointy hats and CLOAKS, not jackets. They sleep in night shirts and gowns. It’s “MERLIN’S BEARD” not “Merlin.” They smoke PIPES not cigarettes.

Also wizards clothing is colorful and vibrant. No one is wearing all black (except Snape, because he’s an icon like that)

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[fannedandflawless]

From Student to Staff: The Adults Who Watched Him Break, Then Welcomed Him Back

Severus Snape didn’t just return to Hogwarts as a professor. He returned to a castle full of ghosts—not the ones who drifted through walls, but the ones who once looked through him. The ones who had titles, robes, and responsibilities. And Merlin, the way they smiled when he came back.

These weren’t strangers. These were his former teachers. The ones who watched him unravel—slowly, painfully, obviously. They saw the weight—emotional bruises no child his age should have been burdened with. They noticed the robes that hung too loose, the way his voice softened into nothing, the eyes that dulled year by year. And then, as if memory had been Obliviated, they greeted him with polite nods and teacups.

Let’s name them. Let’s drag the velvet curtain back. Let’s ask what they refused to.

🧙‍♂️ Albus Dumbledore — The Grand Strategist of Silence

He saw everything. The twinkle in his eye? That was calculation. Dumbledore knew Severus’ pain. Knew his background. Knew the Marauders were brutal, and knew exactly how Hogwarts worked for boys who didn’t shine the right way.

And what did he do? Nothing.

Not until the prophecy.

Not until Severus—broken and desperate—came crawling with regret.

Only then did Dumbledore offer protection. And even then, it wasn’t mercy. It was strategy. It was cost-benefit arithmetic.

He kept Severus close, yes—but not out of trust. Out of necessity. And in that same chessboard logic, he raised Harry the same way. A pawn to be protected, yes, but only until it was time to be sacrificed.

Severus recognised it all too well. The same cold detachment Dumbledore had shown him as a man—keeping him close, not out of care, but for utility—was now being applied to Harry. Despite the tangled mess of resentment and reluctant protection he felt toward the boy—born of Lily, shaped by James—Severus could see the pattern. He could see the purpose.

He saw through it: "You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment. You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter!"

Two lives. One broken young, the other burdened late. Both groomed to serve, both shaped for sacrifice—and in the end, perhaps, both meant to die on cue.

And when the war ended, Dumbledore offered Severus a position—not because he sought to make amends, but because it served a purpose. Severus had returned to spy, initially under orders, a reluctant shadow caught between masters. And once the mask was worn long enough, Dumbledore simply let it stay.

As if a professorship could heal years of sanctioned cruelty. As if being called "Professor" would cleanse the memory of being a punchline in the corridor.

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🧪 Horace Slughorn — The Collector of Potential

He loved talent. But only when it glittered.

Slughorn praised Severus’ brilliance in Potions—called him promising, sharp. But he never once shielded him.

He didn’t invite him to the Slug Club. Not until Severus’ name meant something. Not until his mind could decorate a shelf.

Slughorn’s affection was conditional. You had to be charming. Presentable. A legacy. And Severus? He was none of those things. Just a poor boy with a hungry mind and no surname to flaunt.

And perhaps that is why, years later, Severus held nothing but quiet disdain for him. Because if anyone should have noticed what was happening in the shadows of Slytherin House, it should have been its Head. Not McGonagall. Not Dumbledore. Slughorn.

He should have seen it first. And yet—he didn’t.

Slughorn used him on parchment, but never sat beside him in reality.

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🐈‍⬛ Minerva McGonagall — Sharp-Eyed and Selectively Blind

Minerva loved her lions. James Potter was golden in her eyes—brave, brilliant, bold.

She watched him torment Severus in broad daylight. She called it mischief. At best, she scolded. At worst, she said nothing.

She taught Severus Transfiguration. She saw his talent. But she never once stepped in when he was dangling upside down in a public corridor.

And years later? She called him Severus. Perhaps it was meant as respect. Perhaps it was all she had left to give. But even that name, spoken in her steady voice, must have tasted hollow.

Because if I were Severus, I don’t know what I would feel beneath the careful nods and professional courtesy. Not really.

Respect? Yes. She was formidable, fair—in her own way. But also a bystander. A witness to pain who never raised her wand.

The bitterness would have settled in strange places. Not hatred. Not fury. Just that sharp ache that lingers when someone could have helped—and chose not to.

As if calling him by name could erase the silence that came before it.

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📚 Filius Flitwick — Gentle, Brilliant, Absent

Flitwick was kind. Clever. Charms master of immense skill. The sort of professor whose praise felt like sunlight.

And yet—he kept to his corner. He didn’t speak up.

Severus wasn’t just a good student. He was exceptional. The sort of student whose talent should have lit up the classroom like a Lumos Maxima—quiet, focused, effortlessly precise. The kind of brilliance that doesn’t need to shout because it radiates.

He invented spells. Created incantations from scratch. If anyone in Charms class should’ve stood out like a blinking sign under a spotlight—radiating silent brilliance from the back of the room—it was him. You didn’t need him to speak to notice. You just had to be looking.

Surely Flitwick noticed. How could he not?

But maybe noticing brilliance wasn’t the same as seeing pain. Maybe house loyalty got in the way. Maybe the politics of Slytherin versus Gryffindor made it easier to stay silent.

Perhaps he thought it wasn’t his place. Perhaps no one ever taught the professors how to reach past a student's wandwork and into their wounds.

And so, in the silence between spells, a boy learned that even kindness could be hollow.

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🌿 Pomona Sprout — The Kind Bystander

Warm, earthy, nurturing. That was Sprout’s image. A Hufflepuff’s dream.

But she, too, looked away.

Maybe she frowned at what she saw. Maybe she clucked disapproval over tea. But she never interrupted the hierarchy.

Not when Severus slouched through corridors like a shadow. Not when he withered a little more each autumn.

She believed in fairness—but not enough to fight for it.

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🏥 Madam Pomfrey — The Healer Who Didn’t See

Out of all the professors, Madam Pomfrey may be the one I find myself most curious about. Not because she was cruel—she wasn’t. Not because she was blind—she couldn’t have been. But because if anyone should have noticed—it was her.

She could spot a fractured rib with a glance. She healed Quidditch injuries between spoonfuls of broth. Her hands were warm, her wards comforting.

And yet… she didn’t notice Severus returning each term thinner, paler, greyer?

No trace of curiosity when he flinched at loud spells? No quiet pause when he walked too carefully, too lightly—as if even the castle floors might punish him?

Did she not see the hex marks? The magical burns? Did she really miss the boy who never sought help unless he was near collapse?

Or perhaps... he hid it too well. Perhaps he wore silence like a second robe. Perhaps he'd already learned that pain, when visible, only made you more vulnerable. That vulnerability made you expendable.

But still—she was a healer. She would have known the signs. Malnutrition. Exhaustion. The long-term magical residue that clings to a child who’s been hexed too often.

Pomfrey, as matron, was in a position to notice it all—if he had come to her. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he knew better than to hope.

We know his home life wasn’t gentle. Tobias Snape, his father, was a drunk—furious, unkind, loud enough to silence the whole house. We weren’t shown every bruise or every scream, but we were shown the aftermath.

So when Severus came back each September—robes loose, eyes dimmed, voice flat—surely, surely she must have seen something. Anything. A flicker of concern. A whisper of doubt.

To be fair, we cannot fully blame her. Hundreds of students passed through her care. She healed what was asked, tended what was brought. Perhaps she was simply overwhelmed. Perhaps she assumed someone else would act.

But still… I can’t help but wonder.

She offered pepperup potions to those with sniffles. She wrapped bandages around bruised Gryffindors.

But Severus? The boy who never asked, who needed most?

She offered rest to others.

But not to him.

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They all had eyes. They all had wands. They all had duty—but they wore it like a decorative cloak, not a vow.

And oh, how one wonders. How could they not see the bruises? The shoulders pulled too tight? The voice too low?

How could a castle brimming with portraits, portraits that whispered and staircases that listened, miss the slow crumbling of a child?

Perhaps they did see. Perhaps that’s what makes it worse.

Because silence isn’t always ignorance. Sometimes, it’s a choice. Sometimes, it’s self-preservation masquerading as neutrality. Sometimes, it’s indifference dressed as decorum.

And still—they looked away.

Severus Snape returned to Hogwarts as a man.

But once, he was the boy they failed.

And they seated him at their table as if none of it ever happened.

[nudityandnerdery]

Necromancy is unethical, but not because of the stealing bodies or whatever. It's because when wizards use Animate Dead, it's probably AI doing the art. I don't see any artists getting hired for this animation. They aren't paying for art. You can't trust wizards.

[sdv-confessions]

I never got why some ppl don’t believe that Abigail is the Wizard’s daughter cus ngl the Wizard’s/Pierre’s/Caroline’s dialogue as well as Abigail having purple hair matching the Wizard’s hair is pretty convincing but I was thinking well if Abigail isn’t the daughter of the Wizard who could he be referring to when he said “I believe one of the locals is my daughter” but then it struck me that Jas has deep purple hair but then also so does Shane (thx CA for color coding your characters)

So insane and completely unreasonable HC inbound, the Wizard is Shane and Jas’ dad

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[velvet4510]

See also poll 1 and poll 2.

[maxdibert]

I’ve been thinking about this a lot, I went on a trip to the dumb side (I was scrolling down the anti Snape tag) and the way people hate Severus not only seems childish and willingly ignorant because 99% of the people are talking about fanon, they hate him because Lily rejected him a million times and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, the irony of these idiots to know nothing about canon but having the courage to brag about their ignorance but the other 1% that calls him an incel feels like a projection, they go on and on how Snape is like guys they’ve known, their hate is blown out of proportion and personal that is hard to take them seriously because again, they have 0 understanding of canon and lastly, I think how they’ve been adopting Barty and Regulus, whitewashing them into poor little boys that were forced to do evil while actively and yet again leaving Severus out of this new trend feels like someone started it and was being petty like ‘see? Even the other nazis were better than Snape’ also they love to be politically incorrect but seriously hating Severus so bad and for non canonical reasons, treating him as the devil incarnate is becoming like a case of mass hysteria because I’ve yet to see someone giving an actual argument against him, not the regurgitation of the same five, six reasons

Golden Trio fans usually hate Severus for being an asshole to the kids (which is fair), while a lot of Voldemort fans hate him basically for being a traitor (also fair, because for them, he was). But Marauders stans don’t actually have any coherent reason. The only thing that really bothers them about Severus is that he was the actual victim of that little gang, and because of him, their favorites are exposed for what they were: a bunch of aggressive, privileged bullies.

Severus is also a problem because he gets in the way of turning Lily into some untouchable saint. If you really look at her choices and priorities, they come off as deeply insensitive and lacking in empathy, considering she ended up marrying a guy she’d seen abuse people for years. And as for James, he’s left looking like a privileged, abusive jerk. And they don’t like that, because for some reason they’ve convinced themselves Lily and James were flawless heroes who should basically be canonized when in reality, they were a hyper-normative, privileged couple who never actually knew what it meant to suffer, and who ended up dead because they thought playing at resistance was a game and because of their own prejudice against the people around them.

Basically, they’ve got nothing in canon to back their headcanons up, because canon makes their faves look like victim-blaming, abuse-excusing, classist assholes. So all they have left is to make up whatever crap they can.

[northlt03]

Seeing much discourse on twitter about marauders stans being the same as harry potter fans and how all we have are headcanons and I wont argue on that hellsite bc I hate it as a principle and I think people who use ONLY use twitter are out of touch with their roots (tumblr)

But like no??? Idk about all marauders fans but lately I see mostly non hogwarts aus. Sure, there are fandom favourite fics set in the wizarding world which was created by jk rowling and as such has her influence and horrible world building. But like???? what fics I see more are muggle aus.

And yk what? Yeah all we have are headcanons. WHO CARES ??? I USED TO MAKE MY BARBIES KISS AND NOW I DO THE SAME TO MY SPECIAL GAYS !!! WHERE IS YOUR WHIMSY??? WHERE IS YOUR IMAGINATION???

make them gay and trans and stupid! reblog art and read and write fanfics! and above all else, never participate in fandom discourse just scroll away, kids, it's for your own good 👍

[enerdsout]

fuck it we ball - having a little complain about a person in the wbn Patreon comments - i don't know if they're on tumblr or not

annoyances below cut

they seem PRESSED about what they think is a lack of focus on the man in black from the three PCs, like " why are we doing all this personal growth stuff and not planning for the MiB at all cause he's going to kill us"

and i don't want to get into it with them there because it's a different space

but like my guy

do you like the show at all? we're almost 50 episodes in, plus children's campaign and interludes if you listen to those, and that's a lot of time to spend listening to a story that frustrates you

also, since the show is recorded in chunks, telling the players "focus up, stop messing around, and start planning for MiB" doesn't actually work since that part of the story is played already, we're just waiting for it

every week i am confused why they are still listening when it doesn't seem like the style and structure of this open world, long long long term campaign, appeals to them at all??? like maybe a one shot would be better my guy?

brennan consistently throws wrenches and plot points to the players, and yeah they could ignore them and go straight to the spirit world and have a showdown and die at level 4 but like what? what kind of story is that?

i dunno might delete this but my friends, you can dnf a podcast the same way you can a book, a movie, a tv show

you get one life and you should spend as much of it as possible with things and people you like