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being-luminous · 4 days
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so. hypothetically. if i decided to write a fic inspired by the telemachy + a certain musical (ft Harry as the prince coming of age under siege)...
both are (hypothetically) there for fun and profit, but they operate at very different levels
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being-luminous · 1 month
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doodle/Similar composition, different impressions.
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being-luminous · 2 months
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seven sentence sunsaturday
Thanks for the tag @purplewitch156!! Here are seven sentences from a fic i'm hoping to post soon
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He lands flat on his back in the light, gasping for air that’s too thin. The world is a blur around him, smeared in darkness. Palms flat against cool stone, Sirius tries to rise and is foiled by the same arm that caught him in the void. He blinks some of the gunk free, turns his head to see a shock of black hair, and that face… He’d know that face anywhere, even half blind. “James?” he rasps. That blurry face looks back at him, then away.
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Tagging: everyone who sees this! if you decide to post anything, feel free to tag me so i can see it!
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being-luminous · 2 months
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nightmare 🌙
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being-luminous · 3 months
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Harry never imagined the effect him getting a boyfriend would have on Riddle.
Tom gritted his teeth. “If you’re going to be childish, Harry—“
“Me?” Harry demands. “You asked me to invite Damien! I was fine continuing our dinners as usual, but you insisted—and you’ve been nothing but rude to him all night!”
“He’s not worthy of you!” Tom spat at last. “Can’t you see that? He might’ve been clever enough to craft some spells and have a duelling championship or two under his belt, but you are beyond him.”
“How?” Harry demands, flushed and panting, now, and Merlin Tom just wanted to grab him by the throat, pull him closer and—
“Your magic eclipses him. Your talent eclipses him.” Your beauty, thinks Tom. Your smile; your smarts.
Yet Harry rolled his eyes. “Well if I’m picking my partner based on how powerful their magic is, that would really only leave me with one viable option, wouldn’t it Tom?”
“Yes,” he hissed, taking a step closer. “Me.”
“Dumbledore,” Harry says at the same time, and then smiles at the look on Tom’s face. “Joking—it was a joke—” he laughed and sputtered, face flushing beautifully.
Tom leans in and kisses him quiet.
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being-luminous · 3 months
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Is tempor alt a continuation of tempor al | ary?? I love that fic so I'm hoping it is
It is! I got an ask a couple months back about continuing this fic's universe, and one of the proposals was Tom meeting Harry for the first time after returning
So that's what this fic is - the story of Tom and Harry meeting again from Lily's pov
It starts with their first meeting; Lily brings a young Harry to the Ministry to visit James on one of her days off, and Harry wanders away when no one is looking. She finds him talking the ear off of Minister Riddle (not-so-secret Dark Lord, to the Order at least) and nearly has a heart attack.
As the years pass, they keep meeting. Lily hates every second of it
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being-luminous · 3 months
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👀 Catwoman!Tom 👀
This one is inspired by The Batman (2022)! I watched it again recently since my roommates hadn't seen it, and I was haunted by the idea of Tom and this Catwoman's story. Harry isn't quite Batman here, but that's fine! He's having a bad time regardless ☺️
Here's what I have for the summary so far:
Tom was raised on his mother's stories about his father, a powerful, important man. For much of his childhood, he existed on the fringes of his father's world in Gotham, unacknowledged and alone until Merope's death, when he was taken in by distant relatives.
He was freed from Gotham's underworld, but he never forgot.
Years later, he's returned to claim his rightful place.
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Harry, meanwhile, is just trying to live up to the legacy of his dead parents. A task made even more difficult when no one can agree what that means.
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being-luminous · 3 months
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Would like to know more about Spiritfarer AU for the WIP game
This is an AU inspired by my newest love, the game of the same name. In this fic, Harry is a psychopomp, guiding the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Voldemort is one such soul, and he isn't going to go easily.
Here's a snippet of their first meeting:
In the deepest part of the ship’s hold, accessible only through a near invisible trapdoor in the orlop, there is a shadow.
It takes Harry nearly three weeks to find the door, and once he’s found it, it’s another two day’s work to pry it open. The wood is warped by time and damp sea air, and the hinges are so rusted it’s a surprise they work at all. Finally, with an ominous creak and a thud, it falls open against the deck.
Harry peers into the dark, listening for any signs of life.
Dumbledore didn’t warn him of any danger on the ship before he passed it on, but he didn’t mention the trapdoor, either. There could be anything down there. Or nothing. He should go down and check it out just to make sure. If anything bad happens to his passengers because of a threat he could have prevented, he'll never forgive himself.
Mind made up, Harry leaps into the dark, landing lightly on his feet.
The Everlight’s glow fills the cramped space, bathing it in gold. There isn’t much down here: some crates he’ll investigate later, some netting. Nothing interesting. Nothing dangerous. Except, there, tucked against the hull—a spot of darkness that doesn’t give way to the light.
Brow furrowed, Harry lifts the Everlight higher, wills it brighter.
Still, the shadow remains. Even worse, it hisses, edges rippling and tearing as it bunches up into familiar shapes. Four limbs, the curve of a spine, a face that turns slowly toward him, red eyes narrowed against the light.
It’s a person, Harry realizes with growing horror. But not like any person he’s seen before.
He steps closer, and the shadow-person hisses again, even louder. They loom taller, so tall they have to hunch over so they don't hit their head. They sound angry. They look scared. "Sorry," Harry says quickly. He covers the Everlight with one hand, hopes it's easier on their eyes this way. "My name's Harry." He sticks out his other hand, waits for them to take it. "I didn't know you were down here, or I would have come to fetch you sooner."
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being-luminous · 3 months
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It's me, Purplewitch. I gotta ask about don't lose your head.
Hey!! Thanks for asking 💜
This one is inspired by the song don't lose ur head from six the musical. I've already shared a snippet here, but the premise is that Harry, looking for a bit of fun, gets way in over his head with the Dark Lord Voldemort
the tags from the original post put it well
harry: i'm just tryna have some fun 😇 voldemort, seething: let me burrow inside your chest cavity or i'll burn this whole fucking country to the ground
here's a snippet from later in the story:
Later, Harry sits in his room, a sputtering candle—charmed to burn twice as bright—his only company. Sitting before him is the same blank piece of parchment he’s been staring at for nearly half an hour now. He owes Ron and Hermione a letter, though it stings to admit.
A floorboard in the hall creaks, and he flinches, looks over his shoulder with wide eyes. But the door is still shut.
No one is watching him.
He breathes deeply, unclenches his jaw and lets the tension in his shoulders unspool. He picks up his quill before he can think better of it, sets it to the parchment. He’s crazy, he writes. He’s going to kill me. By the time he’s finished, there’s hardly any blank space left, and for a long while, he just sits there, looking down at the words in black ink.
There’s no way he can send this letter.
He knows his mail is being searched, because Voldemort told him so. It’s for his own good, he says whenever Harry protests. It’s to keep him safe. And it’s fine, he thinks as he folds the parchment into a neat square, then again. It has to be fine. He holds the parchment up to the candle. He’ll need to vanish the smoke later lest someone smell it when he’s done, but for now he lets it rise. He holds on until the flame begins to lick at his fingers, until his skin burns too.
Then he lets go, heals the shiny red skin with a flick of his hand, and grabs a new sheet of parchment.
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being-luminous · 3 months
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WIP Tag Game
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thanks for the tag @purplewitch156! I’ve decided to follow your example and list some recent additions, since a number of my wips have been alive since previous rounds
fight club
Crawl Home
tempor alt
Catwoman!Tom
sky-bound
Spiritfarer AU
Hela!Harry
don't lose your head!
Came back wrong
that one fic
Tagging: anyone who wants to play but hasn't been tagged, consider yourself it
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being-luminous · 4 months
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how would people feel about me taking some of my old kinktober prompt fills and posting them as fics of their own? i'd probably do some editing/expanding, but not too much
it'd also give me a reason to go back to the prompts i never got around to, so that could be fun 🤔
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being-luminous · 5 months
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being-luminous · 5 months
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hello!! i hope u are having a good day and idk if this was asked before but do you plan on continuing your discontinued/abandoned/afflicted-with-hiatus fics?? thank u for ur beautiful fics <3
if they’re on my profile, they’re on my list of wips to finish and not abandoned. the ones i've truly abandoned are sitting in a hidden collection until i decide what to do with them
as to why it's taking a long time: a while back, i decided i won't start updating any of my posted wips (the longer, n/? ones, anyway) until i have the entire fic at least in rough draft form. on one hand, this means a longer wait for readers. on the other, when i do pick a fic back up, updates will be mostly consistent until it's finished
anyway, yes. if a fic is not yet deleted/hidden, then i still have plans to finish it
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being-luminous · 5 months
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2023 Anything But Human Master list
That's about a wrap for the 2023 Anything But Human fest! Thank you to everyone who participated. It was a lot of fun, horror, and laughs. There are a few more people still writing so the list will be updated in the next week or so.
Updated Nov 26th
Submission list page
AO3 page
Whether Land or Sea, You’re the one for me by dystopianRebel Ariel isn’t the only mermaid to get a happily ever after.
the righteous dead by Aspen_Gray Harry is resurrected, sewn together with thread and magic. He remembers nothing except that he loves his savior, a man named Voldemort.
I will follow you into the dark by evaleon70 for queasy Harry loves a good horror book, and this new one about a monster called Voldemort is now his favorite. Unknowingly, he calls out to the shadowy entity, and gains the monster's full attention and appetite.
caught in my web by queasy Well well well, look who The Other Tom has finally caught.
tom's foolery by queasy for sujing Harry is an absolute menace as a ghost. But Voldemort's guesses this is the price he has to pay for killing Harry Potter, and becoming the newest leader of the magical world.
to the grave by asterismal (asterisms) Four times the denizens of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry speculate about the Dark Tower's ghost. + One time the ghost speaks for himself.
Therefore, Repay Evil with Blessing by evaleon70 Father Tom loves his position as a Priest - it is so much easier to kill with his collar. Harry has been watching him, and the Angel is far from pleased with the blackening soul inside those vestments.
Got lost in it, feels impossible by Soulseeker (Laserswordtraining) Revived Harry’s horcrux, Tom is part-dementor with powers over emotions and memories. Especially Harry’s.
windswept by asterismal (asterisms) Eleven years old, in a shack on a rock in the sea, Harry Potter learns there’s an entire secret world of people just like him. People with magic. People who are strange. Perhaps even people who are trouble. Except, even here, no one is strange like him. (At least, not yet.) AKA: Three meetings between Lord Voldemort and the Boy-Who-Lived.
haunting you by queasy for purplemineralwater Harry James Evans-Potter is Godric Hollow’s well-known wizard for any and all things spirits and the beyond. He was given The Riddle Case last month, when one of their squib servants called him up in hysteria for help. What Harry first summoned was a sloppy job of some amateur necromancers or grave robbers, turned into something far more inexplicably horrific.
The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep (I have promises to keep) by evaleon70 Prompt fill for Anything But Human Fest: "Lost in the woods surrounding their secluded village, James and Lily are found by the monstrous forest god Voldemort, who leads them back to safety in exchange for their firstborn child. When Harry is born they don’t give him up, and figure they’re safe as long as they keep away from the woods, as its creatures are somehow unable to leave. But even if V is unable to physically reach them, his powers manage to drain their lives before Harry turns two. Being raised by the Dursleys, Harry grows up strangely fascinated with the forest, even if he knows he must never enter its domains (surprise: he ends up doing it)"
World Saving Distractions by SolidMisfortuneandThings Voldemort was always obsessed with Harry. Now they finally know why. Severus Snape was the first one to figure it out and uses it as a distraction so that he could hunt down the horcruxes and be labled as a hero. Harry Potter is only a sacrifice anyways. Who cares how it happens? Submission for Anything but Human fest Prompt: Voldemort is more snakelike than he realizes and its mating season
In body, in mind, in spirit by Ciacconne For the ABH fest. For the prompt: “Tom is a doll maker, and he creates Harry, his personal Pinocchio who thinks he is a real boy. What will he do when he finds out the truth? What was he made for? (for Tom's entertainment?).” Green eyes wooden fingers green eyes trembling fingers searching piece by piece a world now known
Chemical or Magic (I can't let you go) by SquibNation10 For my prompt: Aliens!! Voldemort's spaceship crashes on Planet Earth and of course, he has to find resources to rebuild his ship and later take over the stupid planet that dares mess with his plans! Unfortunately, he meets a homeless Singer-wannabe Harry Potter who messes up his plans. It features Regulus as the Star Elf, Luna as the Loveable Robot, Ambitious General Umbridge and a very Don't give a F Dr Snape. Inspired by a convo with someone I had when they asked me about fanfiction: "You spend all your time on remaking other stories because you have no idea what the real thing is- this is no art," "Maybe, but in my remakes, I never lose hope that I'll find art, and yeah okay it's never going to be an original... but it's mine."
treasures untold by asterismal (asterisms) This close, it’s impossible to mistake for human. Perfect symmetry. Black scales that sweep across its cheeks and forehead, framing too-big eyes, round and wide-set; chips of jade that threaten to swallow inky black pupils. He swims closer, unthinking, and the creature poises to attack, needle sharp fangs bared. Deadly. Dangerous.  In which Tom Riddle enters the Black Lake seeking a prize, and he finds one.
Listen Intently (Your secrets are mine to keep) by SquibNation10 for quiet-of-snow The Rock is black and smooth, interspersed with emerald green jagged carvings, almost too beautiful to be a coincidence. Tom (later Voldemort) discovers this rock has an interesting magical signature. He finds out the rock is a sentient being and can communicate with him. The Rock wishes to be called Harry.
carve through the dark by asterismal (asterisms) The creature’s face splits in a grin, its sharp teeth gleaming. “You may call me Voldemort, Lord of the Forest Below.” “You’re Lord Voldemort?” The monster from Dumbledore’s stories (from all the stories, really), leaving him gifts? Helping him? Surely not. “Are you sure?” Voldemort laughs. “What a rude creature you are,” it says, delighted, winding ever closer. “Yes, little faun, I am sure.” “But Lord Voldemort has been hunting us for centuries.” Its head tilts. It smiles again, and its teeth gleam. “Indeed I have.” Harry’s heart flutters. “Oh.” “Scared?” Voldemort asks, behind him now. Harry feels its breath on his neck, and all the hairs there rise. He whirls, glares at the creature head-on. “Never!” AKA: Faun Harry Potter meets infamous snake-man Voldemort.
reign down by asterismal (asterisms) Harry Potter is being watched. Tom Riddle is in crisis. These things are 100% related
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being-luminous · 6 months
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Day 24: Shallow
Holding her breath, Harry dips Voldemort’s hand in the warm water, massaging the back of her hand with her thumbs. For all that Lord Voldemort is quite possibly the strongest magic user in all of Britain, her hand feels oddly fragile cradled between her own.
From @being-luminous’s I will see you body bare
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being-luminous · 7 months
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minor life update: i meant to have some fics and fic updates ready to publish by now, but instead i read war and peace. and it tore me open and power washed my heart. so you get this snippet instead 😔
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The call comes as he’s bent down in the vast, metaphorical sky, his metaphorical spyglass pointed to the planet the humans have called Earth. If he weren’t so distracted, if his attention hadn’t brought him down so low, he probably could have ignored it. Alas, he is incredibly—and inadvisably—close, and he is distracted. It catches him. He falls like a meteor. Or, he thinks he does. It’s not like he’d know; he’s never fallen before. Nevertheless: a meteor, shedding fire, burning up and trailing all its parts. This shedding of parts is mostly on purpose. The call is made in a human voice, so it’s a human shape he gives himself. Four limbs, a face with two eyes and lips that cover teeth. Clothes too, he adds when he sees the children who’ve called him here. Humans are so particular about clothes, and he doesn’t want to shock them. He hits the ground as he’s weaving the fibers into their proper shape, or he might have landed on his feet. Instead, he lands on his back, blinks up at the firmament, squints, sheds the film that covers his eyes and is flooded in blue. The sky, not so metaphorical. “Hello?” A human voice—one of the two that called him here. He breaks apart from that lofty sky, looks to the human instead. This one: a tall child with a mass of brown curls on her head, holding a book open before her. “Are you alright?” He lifts himself off the ground, realizes too late that he has not moved the way a human should. The red-headed one looks down at the book. His brow furrows, and he scowls. “You don’t look like an angel,” he accuses, glaring. HAVE YOU SEEN MANY ANGELS The children cower, hands pressed over their ears as they drop. Blood leaks down the sides of their faces, where blood most certainly isn’t supposed to be. He shifts his many wings, folds them up tighter inside his adopted shape. When he’s created enough empty space, he quickly forms the necessary parts. He tests them by swallowing, lets out a hum and feels the vibrations in the folds of his throat. “I Am Sorry” he says with his human mouth. He kneels down beside them, lays his hands over their brows and heals them. “I Did Not Mean To Hurt You” The girl recovers first. Gasping, she holds the book to her chest, stars in her eyes. “I knew it would work,” she tells him, and in her enthusiasm doesn't seem to feel the blood sticking on her skin. “I just knew it!”
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being-luminous · 8 months
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Anything but Human
A small writing and art event for Tomarrymort fans.
The theme is in the name. Harry, Voldemort, or Tom just have to be anything but human. You can prompt as many times as you would like, and never have to sign up. Those of you that do sign up (and even if you don't) Feel free to discuss ideas and work together in the discord!
It can be anything from mermaids, vampires, werewolves, veelas, half animal you name it.
Is your prompt about them just having transfigured non-human characteristics? Yeah that counts too.
This is a no stress style event. That means there are no word minimums, no art requirements, just people creating content for fun. ✨
Prompting: Now -September 12th (everyone is invited!)
Sign up: September 13 - September 20th (Pick your prompt)
Time to Complete work: September 20- November 23
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Discord Link : Please dm for new discord link once this once expires
After the event is over all extra prompts will be shared in the discord.
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