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so uh. i did something? @obsidianpen

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First meeting

(old forgotten art, 2020?)

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like godfather, like godson

i am always thinking about harry and sirius parallels because no two characters in the series are as similar as these two and it never fails to kill me. both ran away from abusive homes because they’d had enough and found a surrogate family with their best friends and their family (and this is the first time sirius lays eyes on harry post azkaban, running away just like he did) 

“She deserved it,” Harry said, breathing very fast. “She deserved what she got. You keep away from me.” He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. “I’m going,” Harry said. “I’ve had enough.” (POA)

“You ran away from home?” “When I was about sixteen,” said Sirius. “I’d had enough.” (OOTP)

they go all angry caps lock while defending each other

“DON’T TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!” Harry yelled. He was on his feet again, furious, ready to fly at Dumbledore, who had plainly not understood Sirius at all, how brave he was, how much he had suffered… (OOTP)

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?” roared Black. “HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?” (POA)

they’re deeply unimpressed with voldy and taunt their cowardly enemies about saying the name

“Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three — what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?” (OOTP)

“Voldemort, teach me tricks?” he said. Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him. “What, scared to hear your old master’s name?” said Black. (POA)

they’re in the exact same circumstances in ootp - forced back into abusive homes by dumbledore (and then harry is further retraumatized at hogwarts by umbridge), begin to break down as a result. their ways of coping with that trauma are also very similar. they prefer being in dangerous, risky, life threatening, adrenaline charged situations over being in the homes they were abused in. sirius is partly joking here but the fact still is that he straight up prefers being on the run from the ministry (while living in a cave eating rats, no less) and risking azkaban/the dementors kiss again over being back in grimmauld place. similarly, harry states that he would rather face a dragon - even though he is more terrified than ever before in the lead up to the first task - than be back at privet drive. 

Somehow, the knowledge that he would rather be here and facing a dragon than back on Privet Drive with Dudley was good to know; it made him feel slightly calmer. (GOF)

“Personally, I’d have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you’ve had it bad, at least you’ve been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights… . I’ve been stuck inside for a month.” (OOTP)

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writing is so humbling. one day you're like “this paragraph could end war.” next day you're like “was I having a stroke when I wrote this???”

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"hockey fights are the best" no because the sport of hockey expects violence. violence is key to the game. but when you have a sport that does not even have physical contact like baseball break out into bench clearing brawls... now that's the best

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Source

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"May I have your name?" the faerie said.

"William," she said with a smile.

"Ah ah!" The faerie gave a wicked laugh. "I have your name! Now no-one will call you by it!"

"Thank you," she said.

"To win it back, you must- what?"

"I will find me a new one," she said, "one that suits me better."

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It's promptin' time!

June 13th is here, which means it's time to post prompts for Social Media September (SMS): A tomarrymort fest for fics and art featuring social media, Internet culture, and digital communications.

You can pick a prompt immediately and multiple people can claim the same prompt. Please only claim one prompt at a time.

You do not need to prompt to participate, nor do you need to participate to prompt. Post completed works to AO3 from Sept. 20 to 27.

AO3 collection: archiveofourown.org/SMSfest

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Weasley is our King

Full art can be found here: Bluesky or AO3

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🖤 Tom Marvolo Riddle — commission for @wrengaunt 🖤

I’ve been itching to paint Tom for ages—and yes, Michael Bublé’s “Sway” was on an endless loop the whole time. Cheers for letting me have a go at him, mate. 🫂 Christmas has come early.

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I need a scene of Dumbledore bursting in on him, catching him red handed with his....SNAIL MUCIN MASK

A Tom Riddle who never made horcruxes-- or if he did, young and foolish and frightened (by bombs, by summers spent in WWII Muggle London, by death) he unmade them before Lord Voldemort could truly rise-- who becomes a Hogwarts professor, who molds the next generation, teaches them, in the same way he did for his followers when young and ambitious and wanting more, wanting strength and might and magic. This curated power is now for the wizarding world, as opposed for his own (...direct) personal gain but "There is no good or evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it," is a philosophy he finds shaping his techniques, his ideas, and lesson plans.

Tom is no Dark Lord, but Voldemort lingers.

He ages. He fights against the march of time in other ways.

Dumbledore, ever the example of someone who could have used some fucking sunscreen (among other things, like the anti-aging habit of minding your own business), takes note of how preserved Tom is. How impeccable his skin. Unnatural, even....

Cracky AU where Tom's great goddamn skincare routine has Dumbledore completely convinced he's dabbled in some majorly machiavellian and illegal immortal magics (perhaps as a result of aforementioned youthful folly) and that he is A Great Evil that Lies in Wait. Much like a snake-- which, in Dumbledore's mind, does make quite a lot of sense considering Tom is a Gaunt, a Parselmouth.

How this plays out: great displays of the Order's power made to intimidate, espionage that does end up spotting some of Tom's more dubious dealings ("Great skin requires great sacrifice."- Professor Tom Riddle, as he scours the wizarding black market in order to restock a very obscure but very Necessary ingredient for his favorite serum), overall wacky shenanigans? Yes.

I do think most /Tom ships could be inserted here: upstart Harry trying to gain the respect of the Order, validation from his parents, attention in general-- depending on how one thinks not being the Boy Who Lived would affect him-- or info on whatever magical routine his DADA professor has got going on because who wouldn't? Just *look* at him.

A fellow professor who starts doggedly trying to get Tom's attention as they attempt to unravel his mystery, how he achieved eternal youth, who he thinks is suddenly infatuated with him? Random run ins with some Order member keeping tabs on him, a slow build as shenanigans keep putting them in scenarios together?

Everything is possible, as long as Tom is the Dark Lord of Skincare.

(Funny sidenote/alternate take: Tom is vain. He is narcissistic. While this morphs into more of an infatuation with his power, his influence, his magical prowess as he becomes snake-faced, it did begin with his appreciation of how others adored him, groveled at his feet, because he had a pretty face and could use pretty words.

Tom gets Botox. That's the whole story. He's not a fascist anti-muggle Dark Lord, in some worlds he is a muggle dermatologist's wallet's wet dream. The end.)

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@tomarrymortmicrofics | pearl | 510 words

Hermione tells Harry he can't keep taking Dreamless Sleep.

“It could kill you, Harry,” she tells him, fiercely pointing at the text in the book in her hand. “It says right here that overuse can cause brain bleeds, hallucinations, vomiting, seizures, rectal prolapse…”

“Okay, Hermione, I get it,” Harry snaps. He fights the urge to childishly stick his fingers in his ears and drown her out by singing nursery rhymes.

He’ll cut back, he decides. He can't stop taking it completely.

Except, Hermione is determined and already knows all his usual tricks. All his vials are summoned and vanished. Then, he has to make a vow with her that he won't purchase more. It's not an unbreakable vow, but Hermione will be magically notified if he breaks his promise and Harry knows he won't like her reaction.

“I really am sorry about this,” she says gently. “I know how difficult it is to relive everything you've been through, but I simply can't sit back and allow you to die.”

Harry thinks about telling her the truth then. That he's not reliving anything. But he doesn't think it would matter.

That night, Harry tosses and turns until exhaustion pulls him under. When Harry falls asleep, he quite literally falls, tumbling through space like a little Victorian girl falling down a rabbit hole.

He faceplants on soft carpet, making a small whimper of distress. He sits up to take in his new surroundings, a rather pretentious-seeming bedroom that wouldn't look out of place in the Grimmauld Place of the past. The furniture is made of deep rich oak with mother-of-pearl inlays, forming the shapes of various plants and creatures.

“Oh,” says a bored voice, “It’s you again.”

Tom Riddle sits at a vanity, dipping his comb in a potion and running it through his thick curls.

“Where are we?” Harry asks.

“Malfoy Manor,” Tom says. “I've been invited to the Solstice Gala. It's quite an accomplishment for me so I really hope you aren't planning on spoiling it with your theatrics.”

Harry huffs. Sure, he had shouted at Tom and flailed about the first dozen or so times he had these dreams but what did it matter?

“It's not like any of this is real anyway,” Harry says petulantly.

Tom's answering frown is reflected in the mirror. “You're the one who’s not real,” he says dismissively.

Harry barks out an incredulous laugh. “I'm not real? Why the fuck would you be dreaming of me?”

Tom turns in his chair and fixes his eyes on Harry. “Why indeed?” he says in a low tone.

Harry feels small and vulnerable down on the floor with Tom looking down at him so predatorily.

‘Will you walk into my parlor?’ said a spider to a fly.

Harry swallows, meeting Tom’s sharp gaze. He's been trying not to think of this: the real reason why he’s been slowly poisoning himself to avoid these dreams.

The truth is, he stopped being afraid of Tom a long time ago. Now, Harry is more afraid of his desire for him.

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YES Firefly! That was precisely what I was imagining! And horses, but they're old as fuck now and don't do anything—everyone's like, hey, why do you even have horses if they just stand there? And all the cats are immortal now too, because..reasons.

Bucky with a laser lasso honestly makes so much sense for him. He'd accidentally cut off his metal arm, Tony could remake it with nano tech - now his lasso is built in!

Horses hate space more than flying.

.....are you fucking kidding me. I'm dead. I'm so dead I had to come here to tell you about it. At the end of every 'the world is ending' fic, I'll now think about the timeline where it did end, and Tony and Bucky fucking Barnes are up in space with cowboy hats on. Ruined me.

I mean, the possibilities are endless.

They could accidentally become the sheriffs of a lawless asteroid belt because Tony hacked into an intergalactic crime database, and now the space criminals think they're in charge. Bucky could have a laser lasso. No one would know where it came from. Not even Tony. They could also start a cowboy-themed space saloon, with Bucky trying to play poker with aliens who don’t understand the concept of bluffing.

(And, okay, okay, when we are talking space, I am exclusively talking about Firefly the TV show, 'cause it slaps, and I can totally see Bucky and Tony in their version of Serenity. With horses. And too many cats.)

Anyway, sorry for an unhinged reply, and thank you so much.

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Mark Maggiori (French-American, b.1977)

"Dibé Yázhi" (Navajo name for that massive rock located in Monument Valley, Arizona; it means 'little sheep'), 2023

Oil on linen

44 x 55 in