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Reblog if it's ok for ppl to spam ur inbox with asks. A weird question? Go ahead! Ask game? Yep! A very personal question? OFC!

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When you're the older one around and get put in charge of a bunch of kids but you're also fun for kids' standard, so after 30 minutes you have the unwavering loyalty of a bunch of 3-10 years olds

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“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

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Do I know that TSH is satire? Of course.

Do I undertand how it criticized elitism and presumed intellectual superiority? Of course I do.

Do I think that the mcs are extremely flawed people and not good exeples to follow? Yep.

Do I agree with the massage? Absolutely.

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Do I still love the vibe and would love to live like them despite my knowledge of the books tells me that I'm stupid for wanting it? You can bet absofuckinglutly everything that I do.

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Red being the colour of danger, of violence, of anger, of sin and of immortality. But also, red being the colour of love and desire and sacrifice. Red being the hero’s cape, the very thing which marks him as the hero.

Green being the colour of safety, of harmony, of growth, of peace and of rebirth. But also, green being the colour of villains and flickering lights in a dark alleyway and acid. Green, even though it often represents nature, too bright, becomes poison.

(let’s not forget they’re complementary colours)

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Expecially when a plot-twist is coming

Do any other writers feel smug about their fic? Like in a 'I know something you don't know' type of way? My readers have a few assumptions for how my fic is gonna go, but no one except for me really knows and I'm kinda just smirking smugly in the dark and rubbing my hands together like the elite experienced gooner I have unfortunately become.

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reblog if you’re a writer who’s very terrible at responding to comments from your readers, but has read them all and loves and appreciates each and every single one of them very dearly

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64334917/chapters/166579126#workskin

Snipped of the chapter

“Dio nuxí, Dio lései. To pneuma enthéōn hēmín. Anákthōr.” There was no translation in my mind. Only sound. Only rhythm. Something was happening. I could feel it. The wine, or whatever had been in it, was moving through me. The trees seemed to pulse with light. The torches burned brighter. My skin tingled—my fingertips, my lips, my scalp. The air itself had weight now. Taste. Texture. I stumbled slightly. Francis caught my arm. “You all right?” he asked, but the words were distorted, too slow. I nodded. “I think so.” But I wasn’t sure. I was dissolving. Or becoming. I couldn’t tell which.

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The Secret History summary:

I woke up at 6pm from my drug/alcohol induced coma to Francis at my door

Bunny was a complete dickhead and treated people like shit and I took part in his murder but I could never hate him

I feel like Julian was a great person but at the same time he was low-key an evil manipulator

I got some random pills off of Judy

I drove Francis to the hospital

I'm in love with Camilla

Henry had a headache

Francis lit a cigarette

Camilla lit a cigarette

Henry lit a cigarette

Charles lit a cigarette

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Well fucks? Get to it!

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The more you think about it, the more the HP books reads like an extremely slow-burn Tomarrymort fic, just one that lost its nerve near the end and backed out with a cop-out ending. You can dress it up however you like with talk of “good vs evil” but strip it down and you've got the bones of an obsessive, deeply intimate connection between Harry and Voldemort that feels more romantic tragedy than epic hero's journey.

From the very beginning, Voldemort isn't just the villain, he's the defining presence in Harry's life. He marks him, haunts his dreams, pulls him into visions and quite literally becomes a voice in his head. That's not just a rivalry, and not even a psychological thriller. That's emotional entanglement. Voldemort is obsessed with Harry, in a way that borders on (or fully dives into) the kind of possessiveness you only really see in fic tropes — “If I can't have you, no one can” but make it Horcrux-core.

Well, Harry, for all his hatred, he can't stop thinking about Voldemort either. He studies him, tries to understand him, talks about him constantly and ultimately chooses to sacrifice himself for him — not to save Voldemort, sure, but to end the loop they're both caught in. It's weirdly poetic. It's romantic in that Shakespearean and doomed kind of way. Their fates are entwined so tightly that no one else, not Ron, not Hermione, not Ginny (poor Ginny) can even come close to matching the sheer narrative intimacy they share.

But then the narrative just starts doing its own thing. Instead of leaning into the dark, compelling symmetry of Harry and Voldemort, two broken boys shaped by prophecy and abuse, mirroring each other in terrifying ways. It rushes to wrap things up in a neat, normal epilogue with kids and broomsticks and smiles.

HP is a Tomarrymort slow burn with a deeply unsatisfying last chapter. One that forgot its own themes and shied away from the twisted beauty it had right in its hands.

So I saw someone commenting about HP being a Tomarrymort fic the other day, now I'm just running with the headcanon and writing on top of it.

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the secret history is actually comedic gold but yall aren't ready for that conversation

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Recently found out that my best motivation to write is doing so on campus while skipping uni classes... I don't really know what that says about me lol

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So... I'm i also part in the "hated by the xenophobe asshole" club now?

Good to know, at least I know that's she doesn't like me, I was getting worried.

Btw, some ff are a praise to the original book or a love letters to the author, mine are disembowelment of her books and a gutting of her ideals.

I'll always make her precius "pure and straight" (we all know she failed in portraing him that way lol) little MC into a gay killer who slides with the enemy and publish it for the world to see.

And there isn't a damnned thing she can do about it.

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Since in the last chapter of "Like Home" I tried to describe the main cast and I had recently begun to draw again (although poorly lol), I decided to try to draw them as described.

I know it's not -good- but I kinda like it!!

The character are (in order from leeft to right) Tom Riddle as Henry Winter, Edward Avery as Bunny Corcoran, Abraxas Malfoy as Francis Abernathy and Orion and Walburga Black as the twins.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64334917/chapters/165151408

Summary

What would have happened if Richard got invited to the Bacchanal instead of Bunny? And what if this decision led to disastrous consequences…

Snipped of the prologue

“Méμνησο, μὴ φόβος σε νικάτω φρένας,” he said, voice even and unwavering. Remember, let not fear conquer your mind.

The phrase settled in the quiet room like an incantation, weighty, absolute. I did not answer. I knew, instinctively, that no answer was needed. This was the moment, the fracture in time where hesitation dissolved and only certainty remained.

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“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun