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Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 2: It’s the Sorting Hat, Duh

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This chapter we will finally reintroduce our infamous Perseus, Theodore Nott! So excited, please grab some popcorn and relax as we delve in the magical world of Hogwarts…

Also, to anyone who is deterred from reading this because the mother and the father of the twins are not people of color, please don't feel so. I personally headcanon, since Voldemort is "all-powerful", it means that his children can have a different skin color than his and Bellatrix's. I will always make this an all-inclusive story for any race and religion that happens to come across the story. Of course, wizarding customs are to be added.

So please read whether you are American, Ukrainian, Indian, Korean, or whatever ethnicity. I will NEVER discriminate, and if you EVER feel my writing isn't as inclusive as it could be, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE reach out to me.

I love you ALL💚💜

The Hogwarts Express September 1, 1991

At the sound of his name, the brown-haired boy turned around, spotting his best friend sprinting at him.

“Umph!”

Right after he turned, Theo was instantly met with his best friend smashing into him with a bone-crushing hug. The Nott boy immediately smiled widely and returned the hug with the same ferocity.

“Y/N/N! I missed you!” at his words, the younger Riddle twin nuzzled her head into the boy’s neck. “I missed you too, Teddy.”

Y/N pulled back from Theo’s neck, “Matty and Draco are getting a compartment right now… Or, at least I think they are. I just kinda,” The girl did a little wooshing gesture with her hands, “y’know.” The girl laughed a little.

Theo returned the small laugh with a grin, “I know, I kinda felt it.”

“Shut up, you love me,” Y/N said, “C’mon, let’s go find Matty and Draco. They're back there somewhere.”

The girl smiled and took the boy's hand, tugging and running through the front of the train. Their mixed giggles filled the train’s corridors as students of all ages flooded in, the two having to zig-zag between them. The two finally stopped as they finally saw the older Riddle twin and the blond-haired diva in a compartment… filled with three other people?

The best friends looked to each other in confusion. The boy decided to pipe up first, “Who are they?”

The girl looked to him, stating in a monotonous voice, “I have no bloody idea.”

The two looked to each other and nodded, the girl reached for the compartment door and pulled it open. They both walked in and sat next to each other where Draco and Mattheo were sitting.

“There you two are! We were about to send a search party for you,” Y/N and Theo looked to Draco as he yelled as loud as possible.

“Yes, thank you for splitting my eardrum, Draco. Really appreciate it,” as Y/N sassed Draco she looked to the three faces that were there with them.

Upon further inspection, Y/N and Theo realized they did know them. The one with the brown floppy hair with an enigmatic smile was Lorenzo Berkshire–most commonly known as Enzo–he was Draco’s fourth cousin twice removed, or something of the sort. They weren’t really sure. The girl with a short, brown bob was Pansy Parkinson (Y/N knew her from some of the many soul-crushing gala’s she was forced to attend. She hung out with her when her brother, “cousin”, or best friend were nowhere to be found). The third and second boy was Blaise Zabini. Theo also knew him from one of the gala’s he was forced to attend, his father had introduced him to the Contessa Zabini and her son, Blaise. They had bonded over the fact they both had dead parents, dark but a topic of which they had bonded nonetheless.

Y/N and Pansy smiled to each other in greeting. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation Mattheo and I were in thinking you and Theo disappeared. Taking so long, almost giving me a heart attack I tell you,” the bleach-blond boy dramatically shouts, waving his hands about.

Enzo scoffs and faces his cousin, “Sure, Draco. Whatever you say… Anyway, “ he turns towards Theo and Y/N, “Hello, you two. Wonderful to see you two again. Haven’t seen you since the last excruciating gala we attended. Pansy was riveting about seeing you again, Y/N. Something about girl talk? If that makes any sense.”

Pansy and Y/N look to each other and giggle, knowing exactly what the floppy-haired boy meant. “Sweet, sweet, Enzo. You have no idea what it is I was talking about. Let’s keep it that way,” as the Parkinson girl said her piece she turned to the two who had most recently joined them, “Y/N, Theo, wonderful to see you two again. Are you two excited to finally attend Hogwarts? You know I’ve been reading Hogwarts: A-”

“A History! Me too! I’ve been trying to explain to these two wankers all summer how it’s actually important to read up on this stuff! You and Theo seem to be the only ones to actually appreciate the expansive history of Hogwarts!”

Mattheo groans, “Great! Now we have three nerds who’ll be bothering us our entire academic career at Hogwarts about useless knowledge! Just bloody brilliant!”

At Mattheo’s words, the smallest boy of the group raises his hand and speaks with a voice just as timid as Theo’s, “Four, actually. You, Draco, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, please, Zabini. We understand just fine, we just don’t flaunt it about at every second.”

At Enzo’s words, Blaise raises his eyebrow, “Is that so, Berkshire? Tell me, then, what is Hogwarts’ school motto?”

“Um… Rise up? The hell I know,” Enzo turns to Draco and Mattheo, “You two know?”

Draco shrugs, “Don’t look at us, mate. We haven’t got a clue.”

“See? Point. Proven. You three know,” the small Zabini boy questioned the three who actually bothered to actually care. The three stated in perfect unison, looking straight at the three boneheads, “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.”

Mattheo stares at his sister, “You three are extremely creepy, I hope you know that.”

The three–still staring at them–say, “We know.”

Blaise smirks, while the trio of boys shudders at the utter creepiness of the the three.

As the group all stared at each other, they burst out laughing, not being able to keep each other seriously. For the next few hours, the seven eleven-year-olds talked nonsense. To say that these seven kids would be close friends by the end of the year would be an understatement.

Eventually, they all simultaneously decided to take a nap. Y/N, of course, fell asleep against Theo’s shoulder while everyone else was sprawled out throughout the compartment. Theo smiled down at his girl, how peaceful she was while she slept, even if she did start drooling against his sweatshirt. In all honesty, the Nott boy would allow his Andromeda to ruin his favorite sweater a hundred times over if it would get her to smile.

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A couple of hours later, the group was up again (though, only waking up due to Draco’s incessant whining about being alone when he woke up). Currently, they were all asking each other about what house they wanted to be in.

“Well, that’s an obvious answer: Slytherin. Duh. A Malfoy ends up in Slytherin.”

Theo snorts, and says in his quiet voice, “Oh yeah? Imagine you’re the first Malfoy to end up in Hufflepuff? I’d pay a hundred galleons to see that.”

Everyone laughs and Mattheo goes next, “Well, us Blacks always end up in Slytherin,” he points to his sister before she can say anything, “I know, cousin Sirius was a Gryffindor, but other than him; all Slytherin’s.”

Oh, did I not mention that the Malfoy’s thought that having the last name Riddle would be too startling to have at Hogwarts? No? Damn, well, the Malfoy’s thought that the twins should go by their mother’s maiden name, Black to “blend in” more. Sure, as if it isn’t noticeable that two members of the Noble House of Black showed up the same year as the infamous Harry Potter. Oh well.

“Well, maybe Y/N/N will be the second Black to break the tradition. I swear, all those books,” Mattheo’s joke made his twin swat him on the back of the head. “Haha, very funny Mattheo. We’re almost there anyway, we should go get changed. Pansy?” At the younger twins’ statement, they all gathered their Hogwarts robes and left to put them on.

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Thirty goes by and everyone is dressed in their plain robes. As the Hogwarts Express slows, a voice rings throughout the train: “We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes’ time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

A chorus of “cool” leaves the group as the words reverberate. Y/N smiles at Theo and takes his hand, “You ready?”

“Always, principessa.”

The group starts filing off the train and they hear a West Country accent fill the cool air, “Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here! Firs’ years!”

The group follows the voice to the Black Lake full of tiny boats with even tinier lamps. “No more’n four to a boat!” the voice booms out again.

Mattheo turns to his sister, “We’ll meet you at the castle, okay? Stick with Theo while we’re gone, okay? Malfoy, Zabini, Berkshire, ‘n I are gonna go with Rosier. We’ll see when we get there,” the boy turns to Theo, “Keep an eye on her, okay?”

The Nott boy nods to Mattheo, “Yeah, see you later. We’ll go with Parkinson, I’m sure we’ll find someone else.” Mattheo nods to Theo and heads off with the other three boys as Pansy joins the two again.

“I found one, just over there,” Y/N and Theo agree and walk with Pansy to a boat with a frizzy-haired girl with buck teeth.

Y/N recognizes her as the girl who was asking around if anyone had seen a Toad anywhere, “You’re the girl who was looking for the toad, right? I’m Y/N Black,” Y/N turns to her right, “this is Theodore Nott,” she turns to her left, “and Pansy Parkinson.”

The girl puts out her hand for a handshake, “Yes. Hermione Granger, pleasure.”

Theo and Pansy say hello and the four of them sit down. The loud voice of the half-giant calls out again, “Everyone in? Right then -- FORWARD!”

As the large group of excited first-years, all started to sail across the smooth waters of the Black Lake, everyone was silent; in awe. As they reached closer to the castle, they reached a cliff and the voice boomed again, “Heads down!” Once through the dark cave, they reached a dark dock where they climbed out of the boats onto dark rocks.

Theo helped Pansy, Y/N, and the now-known Hermione out of the boat. Once on solid land, Hermione went her own way as the other three went to find Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco. While walking, Y/N asks, “Amazing, isn’t it? All of this under Hogwarts, I mean.”

Pansy answered unenthusiastically, “I guess, I mean it’s just a bunch of rocks. Nothing especially special.” Whereas Theo encouraged Y/N’s statement, nudging her shoulder with his, “I think it’s pretty amazing.” Y/N smiles and looks to him with a glint in her eyes, Theo uncertain of what it is.

“Oy! You three!”

At the agitatedingly high voice of Draco Malfoy, the three turn to the other four and rush towards them. Thought we lost you, again,” Mattheo voices over the other first years giggly excitement.

Pansy snorts, “You mean, lose them again.”

As the Parkinson girl’s statement is finished, Hagrid calls to the incoming students, “Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”

At his ending remarks, Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the big castle door.

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The door swung open and a tall, slim, graying witch in emerald robes stood there. A stern-looking gaze scanned the crowd of new students.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the half-giant said.

The professor smiled tightly, “Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”

She opens the wide door all the way, showing the first years an expansive entrance hall. Enchanted paintings of old were hung. Torches lit up the stone walls that held the paintings, the ceiling was probably the tallest ceiling any of the children had ever seen, a marble staircase ascending to the upper floors.

The Core Four looked to each other in amusement as they joined each other with the rest of the seven. Y/N looked at each and every painting, analyzing, taking mental notes. Then, she spotted a painting of a woman with wonderfully long hair, curls encircling her long face that ran around a vast field of Aster and Baby’s Breath, twirling around with a book in hand, eventually falling into the flowers. At this painting, Y/N feels a connection with it, an unexplainable. She pokes her curly-haired best friend points to it and whispers, “That’s the painting. That’s the painting I feel. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it.”

Theo smiles at her, “I know… Let’s go catch up.”

As they catch up with the other five, McGonagall comes to a stop, “Welcome to Hogwarts,” says the professor. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor,” Mattheo makes a gagging face causing Y/N to silently giggle at her brother, “...Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” Draco and Mattheo fist-bump one another. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

The last statement clearly directed to a boy with brown hair whose cloak was all twisted and a boy with fiery red hair that had a smudge on his nose.

Once McGonnagal leaves, Y/N turns to Theo, “Exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait, but I’m nervous at the same time. What do you think?”

“I think, that everything will be just fine, Y/N/N. Pinky promise,” Theo holds out his pinky to the girl. Y/N hooks her pinky with his, “Pinky promise.”

Draco nudges the twins and Theo, “Look. Right there. That’s Harry Potter. I think I’m going to go introduce myself.”

“Draco, don’t go making an arse of yourself, okay? Really don’t need it right now.”

“Now, Mattheo, when do I ever make an arse of myself? I’m off.”

As Draco takes two sauntering steps towards the Boy Who Lived and the boy with fiery red hair, “It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Y/N facepalms, shakes her head, and thinks, already off to a bad start. Hushed whispers of “Harry Potter” resonate through the hall. “This is Mattheo, Theodore, and Y/N. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The red-haired boy snickers at the blond’s name, Y/N sends him a glare while Draco continues, “Think my name’s funny, do you? I’ve no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.” At this, Y/N decides to quietly intervene, whispering into her “cousin’s” ear, “I think that’s enough, Draco.” However, the Malfoy boy continues, “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” As he finishes his mini-monologue, Draco sticks out his hand. This time Y/N whispers more assertively, “I’m serious, Draco.”

Harry looks at the blond’s hand skeptically and sassily says, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

At Potter’s words, Draco scoffs and walks back to the rest of the group, Mattheo following him as Y/N stays back and tells Theo she’ll be over quickly. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t usually do that. See you around.” Potter and Weasley shoot the girl a quick “see ya” as she walks back with Theo to the group.

“Told ya not to make an arse of yourself, and what did you do,” Mattheo questions Draco in an accusatory manner.

Draco scoffs, “Not my fault, the wanker was being a prat.”

The rest of the group roll their eyes at the boy. “Seriously, Malfoy, that was pathetic. Even I saw it,” at Theodore’s words, Y/N nods and the rest of the seven–save for Draco–nod and send a chorus of agreement.

The group goes silent as the Great Hall door opens and McGonagall steps through, “We’re ready for you. Follow me.”

As the first years step through the threshold, they’re in awe of the size of the room and the ceiling. Y/N turns to Theo, “The ceiling is enchanted to change according to the overall mood of the student body at any given time. Right now it’s cloudy, so everyone’s mostly anxious or thinking hard.”

The looks in curiosity at the girl, “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

A loud voice cuts through the noise of the students, “What’s that?”

The boy whose loud voice ruminated from was pointing towards a frayed, dirty, and patched hat. That hat would certainly be thrown out the second Aunt Cissy saw that thing in the Manor, thought Y/N. Another loud voice snapped her out of her thoughts, this time from the bushy-haired girl, Hermione, Y/N, Theo, and Pansy had met,

“It’s the Sorting Hat, duh.”

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I don't know how I feel about this one, please send me any feedback you can think of! I also think that this is the longest chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: destined, so far!

Thank you to everyone who has been reading this, it means a lot to me. I love you guys so much!💚💜

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ultimate-minecraft-baby · 2 months

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Moodboards request

moodboard for a band named schmalgauzen - requested by @littleghoulzz

warning if you’re going to listen to them!! their album covers do contain suggestive imagery and they sing about illicit substances + smoking (although it’s in ukrainian + most songs don’t have lyrics or translations available)

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The Ukrainian vampire of Pripryat and the SAS British soldier

Another moodboard dedicated to my beloved Red (@graveyard-party666 OC/self insert) in which a vampire hired by the Ukrainian government must collaborate with our beloved Ghost😌💚

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, March 13

DRUSILLA: Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shh. SPIKE: Darling, are you going to eat something? DRUSILLA: I'm not hungry. I miss Prague. SPIKE: You nearly died in Prague. Idiot mob. This is the place for us. The Hellmouth will restore you, put color in your cheeks, metaphorically speaking, and in a few week's time... DRUSILLA: The stars will align, and smile down on us. SPIKE: And then, God, this town will burn. DRUSILLA: A pretty fire!

~~BtVS 2x03 “School Hard”~~

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Invited (Angel / Angelus, Willow, Buffy, Joyce, Giles, PG) by badly_knitted

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Horrorshow, Chapter 1/? (various ships, E) by vampbrat

Side By Side, Chapter 1/? (Spike, Seeley Booth, Bones xover, not rated) by Enigmatist

Aloha Means Hello ... and Goodbye, Chapters 3-8/8 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Angel, E) by MCorey1317

Dawn Rising, Chapter 49/? (Buffy, LOTR xover, T) by Luna_delCielo

The Stars to Hold Our Destiny, Chapter 4/? (Buffy, Star Trek xover, G) by Hermione2be

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Dru & Darla, Chapter 2 COMPLETE! (Drusilla/Darla, M) by Hoomanbeans

[French language] POUPEES ET TERRE BRULEE, Chapter 1 (Drusilla, K+) by fredericbleumalt

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Forwarding Blue, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Desicat

Love Lives Here, Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

A Breath is But a Soundless Whisper, Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

Left on Read, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ashcrashed

Enemies to Ghost Hunters, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ClowniestLivEver

The Balance, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

Triangles, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

30 Ways to Say I Love You, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxine Eden

Embrace, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Harlow Turner

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Out of the Wasteland, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Harlow Turner

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How Could I Not?, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, R) by simmony

Dead End, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by all choseny

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I miss Lin, too. And it really sucks she felt she had to leave. I don’t know the full reason, but I do that a part of it had to do with those claiming to be so inclusive, yet when she was trying to do something nice for the fandom by resurrecting an old event, she received multiple hate anons harassing and attacking her for allowing certain people to participate. And she wasn’t the only one. So she stopped the event. So if anyone wonders why some would rather remain anonymous when doing events, that’s why. Because they can’t do nice things without being attacked and told they need to exclude people. It’s really sad.

Anon, I completely agree with you. I cannot imagine hosting a large scale event but Lin did so. She took the time out of her busy uni schedule to work on it and she deserves so much more than petty anon hate.

I absolutely hate the argument that "events are exclusive" to only certain people. Like, what even is that logic? Aren't events supposed to bring people together? Granted yes, the fandom only has two popular books going on for now - TRR and Open Heart and it is safe to assume that those communities are likely to respond to the event, because they are active communities and you want to reach out to those people who are creating new stuff. Of course, you also have books like The Elementalists, Guinevere, Desire and Decorum, It Lives and so on being active, but it is physically laborious to tag every single person, every single member because communities are like that. It isn't a mandatory weekly book club thing. You pop in, you read what you enjoy, you support everyone and you take a break.

I believe the people who so strongly talk about all this inclusive stuff are the very same people who stay quiet when we do bring up the subject of fandom engagement being reduced to dust these days. They're quick to hate because it's cheap drama. People get hurt. Real people.

They don't seem to understand at all; that there are real people behind those avatars who write things down WHO TAKE WEEKS AND WEEKS TO FINISH A PIECE OF ART. It makes me sick, really. It would've taken Lin weeks of research and hardwork and effort and she did it out for the pure love for the craft. The sheer true fucking love for writing, for art and these DUMB FUCKS WHO FIXATE ON THIS EVENT NONSENSE DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING AT ALL.

For the last time, fanfiction, fanart - it's all free. Free of charge! You don't have to go into a mall bookstore to read them! It's right in your phone for you to enjoy! I absolutely hate this entitlement too - that these anons can just bully Lin and so many other wonderful, wonderful people and get away with this petty shit.

Lin has done so much for the fandom in her brief period here. She's made moodboards, she's encouraged every single writer she could possibly scour through the fandom and she's brought about so much positive change. It's frankly disgusting that she was rejected. I remember back then, she had so many interesting thoughts and perspectives and headcanons for her characters and she received so much hate because her MC, Laura and Ethan chose not to have children and that "she was talking too much about her character's backstory".

I remember talking to Lin so many times and she'd tell me how she wanted to create Laura Levchenko as this beacon of light and hope and bring to light about the Ukraine-Russia war that's happening right now. Her MC is Ukrainian and she brought so much of that culture in her stories, so many songs, food, poetry, language and she poured her heart and soul into this character, it inspired me to take up on the same thing. To have such a wonderful, beautiful, marvellous person be ostracised and shunned because "she didn't have the correct HCs" for her characters is just utter bullshit.

I hate the gatekeeping culture. I hate that people like Lin would always get the short end of the stick for doing something nice and fun and so incredibly thoughtful. I hate that people that too, in a fandom of maybe 100> active people, a fraction of these hateful "parasites" of people still exist to discourage writers. I absolutely hate it all.

Lin was such a dear friend of mine. Really. I remember when I struggled a lot with my own writing and she encouraged me to explore different stuff, different routes, different everything. She literally, I kid you not, SCREENSHOTTED all of my old fics from a blog that I deleted and sent it over to me, hoping I'd continue writing that story again. I'm sad to say I didn't. Lin was everything; a kind and friendly face who'd send you so many thoughtful things and would do a frickin thesis on your fanwork, gushing about all the little details and Easter eggs and all the clever metaphors that you wouldn't have realised you'd put it in before she'd point it out for you. She made you feel wonderful about your writing. She made you feel like you can do things, that you don't have to conform to one specific thing because some toxic people in the fandom get overly possessive with their HCs and shove it down other people's throats and if you don't budge, good luck.

Lin was such a beacon of inspiration on her own. I'm pretty sure she would've inspired so many people to open projects they've shelved for so long, maybe because the fandom wouldn't have been receptive to it. It absolutely pains me to see she's gone but I definitely wish her well and I know she'd do many wonderful things with her life.

I'm so glad you brought this to light, Anon. I don't know if Lin left because of the hate because, she does have a life outside Tumblr and she does have uni and it can be difficult managing a hobby that requires you to be persistent in this algorithmic age and keep your head above water. But if it was due to hate, I hope the anons who drove Lin away are happy now for destroying another writer's vision, their thoughts and opinions and what they liked to do. Fuck you guys, seriously.

#anonymous #askboxed!#ofmischiefandmedicine #fandom stuff

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