#A Potter’s Field

[stealthingbelting16]

Brainrotting about writing an A Potter’s Field sequel… I have so many ideas…

I’ve just never written something this big before tho. There are so many moving pieces to consider. Plus new characters that I would add for the ideas for the plot and narrative that I have…

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[wolvesandshine]

I need more jock! regulus fics like he was also an athlete okay and he’s a black so he never does things in halves. I need regulus being buff or if not at the very least having the biggest sleeper build of all time. I need him to appear all calm and collected until his favourite quidditch team/football team is on then he goes crazy - he yells and screams and has zero filter. I need him to do workouts at home cause wdym he’s going to slack in the holidays he’s a black - just jock regulus guys

[sophsicle]

"No, don't - don't come any closer."

"Reg-" "Please, please, I don't want you to see me like this, just let me - let me clean myself up and-"

"You're shaking."

"Sorry."

"You don't - Reg - Regulus, stop, hey," he takes the other boy by the arm as he tries to get past him, pulling him in.

"I'm sorry," Regulus says again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Sh, sh, it's alright, we're alright," Regulus is flush against his chest, head tucked beneath his chin.

"I don't know why I'm crying."

"You don't need to have a reason." "You shouldn't have to come home to this." "What are you talking about? I get to come home to you. That's all that matters." Regulus shakes his head against James's shirt, sniffling. "I'll get myself together." "I don't mind you apart." "I meant to have dinner ready." "I'm not hungry." "James." "Regulus." "I don't know what's wrong with me," he says miserably. "Nothing, nothing's wrong," and then, after a brief pause, and in a voice so gentle Regulus doesn't know how it's even possible: "You're just depressed." Regulus half-laughs and half-sobs into James. "You have no tact, anyone ever tell you that? No tact at all."

"You tell me all the time," kissing the top of his head and holding him more tightly. A few seconds pass before: "I love you, you know?"

Regulus's hands are all twisted up in James's shirt, a wounded noise coming out of his mouth. "I thought it might stop, now that..." "That?" "You and I are..that we're so good. I thought it might stop." "Don't think it works like that."

"I'm sorry." "No," kissing his head again. His temple. His ear. His cheek. "I don't mind Regulus, I really don't. You just need to tell me, okay? Tell me when you feel it coming on, and I'll know and I'll be here."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Field

@wolfstarmicrofic March 5, word count 781

Sirius had managed to escape his bodyguard again. It hadn’t taken much. His parents insisted on hiring meatheads whose brainpower wouldn’t move Sirius’s little toe. And now he’d taken himself on a merry walk around the countryside of his parents' county home. He’d found a public path leading into a forest. He’d slipped into a little shot and got himself some snacks and water. He wasn’t an idiot, he even knew to take provisions with you when walking. He had no idea how long he’d be out there for a start or what the trail would be like. 

The forest was beautiful. Early wild flowers poked out of the dark underbrush. Bluebells, crocuses, snowdrops and the beginnings of daffodils. The ground was a bit soft, but it hadn't rained for a few days, so it wasn’t thick mud at least. 

The sun had come out, and the wind was nothing but a playful breeze, so Sirius was having the best time he’d had in a long time. The trees suddenly spread out and Sirius came to the edge of a field of long, luscious grass. 

He easily picked out the public right of way, the grass crushed by numerous feet and set off that way. He crossed a few fields, all of them filled with grass and the starting of spring flowers. It wasn’t until his fourth field that he stopped. This one backed onto a small farmhouse and near it, fixing a drystone wall was the most beautiful sight Sirius had ever seen. 

The man looked up and spotted Sirius across the field. He stood up straight and wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a streak of dust from the stones across his skin. Sirius immediately tried to walk away, his face reddening as the embarrassment of being caught staring set in, but unfortunately for Sirius, that end of the field was overrun by rabbits and his foot dipped into one of the hidden holes, and he went down hard. 

Strong hands rolled him over. “Are you alright?” the handsome farmer asked. Sirius’s tongue felt swollen in his mouth and he couldn’t form a single word. In a second, he was in the man's arms and being carried across the field into the farm house. He didn’t really have much choice in the matter, not that he would have protested. The man smelled amazing. He was sitting in a worn wooden chair and had his ankle propped in the man's lap as he crouched before him on the stone floor. “I don’t think it’s broken, just badly sprained. I can give yer ride home if yer like. Yer won’t be walking far on tha’,” His thick Yorkshire accent almost indecipherable to Sirius’s southern ears. 

“I think I’ll be fine,” he said, attempting to get up, but as soon as he put any weight on his ankle it buckled. The man caught him as he toppled and gently pushed him back down onto the chair. “I don’t want to go home,” Sirius said quietly. He knew it was inevitable, but he’d only been free for a few hours. 

“Home not a good place?” the farmer asked, his hands absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into Sirius’s sore joint. Sirius shook his head. 

“No, not really,” the man looked up at him, weighing him up. He sucked on the inside of his cheeks but seemed to come to a decision. 

“I have a spare room upstairs. It ain’t much, but it’s cosy an’ it’s got a fantastic view.” Sirius could have kissed him. 

“Are you sure? I mean I could be a murderer, for all you know,”

“Are’ye a murderer?” the man asked, raising a brow mischievously. It made Sirius grin. 

“No, just a silly bugger who falls down rabbit holes,” he tried to laugh, but it sounded a bit forced. “I’m er, Sirius by the way,” Sirius realised that, in all the excitement, he hadn’t introduced himself. 

“Remus,” Remus offered in return. “Right,” he said, getting to his feet again. “I reckon you’d be better off in a more comfortable chair,” And without asking Sirius if he minded being carried again, Remus scooped him up and took him into the living room. He was carefully placed in a squashy armchair and pushed closer to the fireplace. “There, tha’ ought t’ do yeh. I’ll be outside if yeh need owt,” and he left Sirius to relax, bringing him a cup of strong tea every now and then. Sirius couldn’t believe his luck. His parents would never think to look for him here. 

He took in the small, rustic living room and thought if he wasn’t careful he’d easily fall in love with it. 

[bekkandaa]

Tom Riddle: Narcissism, Heritage, and Mental Breakdown

This analysis will delve into Tom Riddle's narcissism, heritage, and my own hypothesis that a mental breakdown led to the ultimate murder of his family.

Before I begin, it's important to define some key psychological terms for anyone unfamiliar with the subject. I'll try to simplify things down, but if anything doesn't make sense don't worry too much.

Malignant Narcissism: This term describes individuals who exhibit all three traits from "The Dark Triad"— Machiavellianism, Psychopathy and Narcissism.

Machiavellianism : Commonly characterised by manipulation and exploitation of others, unemotional callousness, self-interest, and an overall lack of morality.

Psychopathy : Commonly characterised by continuous antisocial behaviour, selfishness, unemotional callousness, and an overall lack of remorse.

Narcissism : Marked by grandiosity, pride, egotism, and an overall lack of empathy.

In Psychoanalytic theory, primary narcissism is a normal part of child development, involving self-interest and object-love. Children often harbour notions of greatness and believe they are immune to any consequences. As they mature, they become disillusioned from these grand notions to integrate into mature society. pathological narcissism actually develops when this process is disrupted, resulting in defective narcissistic structures.

( Interestingly, a number of psychiatrists have established a direct link between malignant narcissism and evil— a perspective likely considered in the creation of Tom Riddle's character. However, it is important to note that while there is a connection, it does not necessarily define someone as evil.)

Tom Riddle's behaviour aligns perfectly with Heinz Kohut's theory of object-love. According to Kohut, a child requires a mother to affirm their grandiosity or, lacking this, seeks an adult to create an "idealised parent image." Tom, lacking a mother figure and grandiose figure to emulate, proceeded to construct his own powerful parental figure.

This is evident when we see Riddle question Dumbledore about his father's wizardry, as Tom assumes his mother could not have been a witch as if she was she wouldn't have died. This belief is shattered during his teenage years, which inevitably triggers his (narcissistic) rage of his idea being disillusioned. Tom Riddle has always been a character with an ongoing quest for identity and self-validation, which is seen in his prolonged search for the Chamber of Secrets to confirm his status as Heir of Slytherin.

Tom Riddle's obsession with power and control is a fundamental aspect of his character we can't ignore. The pursuit of control is a primary human motivation, gaining control is actually proved to enhance one's sense of well-being. For someone like Tom, when this control is threatened, they would resort to coping mechanisms to preserve their sense of self. For a narcissist like Tom, a threat to his control equates to a threat to his very self.

Now, to my entire point. The revelation of his true heritage and the truth about his parents triggered a mental breakdown, causing an identity crisis. Freud posits that human behaviour is influenced more by the unconscious mind than the conscious. The unconscious mind protects itself by concealing negative memories, which can affect behaviour and attitudes. In Tom’s case, his father's abandonment left a mark, which he could not reconcile. His only solution was to eradicate this source of shame and hatred.

Tom Riddle’s patricide and subsequent name change to Voldemort signify his profound self-loathing and rejection of his humanity. This action eradicates the evidence of his shameful heritage. According to Krech, hatred often correlates with anger, manifesting as a desire to destroy the source of hatred. Riddle’s murder of his father and paternal family was an attempt to reclaim control and restore his ego. TLDR :  Tom Riddle has a fragile sense of control and ego, loses the sense of control once he learns of his true heritage. Causing a mental breakdown and killing his family. In conclusion, he is miserable and hates everyone. ( even himself to a point.)

[sundropcass]

i love how so many fandoms have a specific niche fanfic plotline that everyone is collectively obsessed with at some point and so there are literally 30 million iterations of it. my favorite genre.

[iammaysueeee]

Lily: My husband told me he's bi and has a crush on his best friends little brother and asked me if I was okay with it so I told him "as long as I can watch."

Remus:...Oh

Mary: Ah yes, women in male fields.

[winn-wynn]

Oliver when Percy tells him to get ready for the battle of Hogwarts

[stealthingbelting16]

Brainrotting about A Potter’s Field is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to me ever. I physically feel pain.

[lady-raziel]

I think the best way to learn that magic and wizards and all that stuff is real at this stage would be if it came out that being transgender in some form made you naturally better at magic and in fact having some gender nonconformity was essential to making it work. as karmic payment for jk Rowling I think

[arviyya]

I have this headcanon... James used to run through the Forbidden Forest with the same little black cat every year. The little cat would join the four of them, running, playing, chasing each other. The others got along with the cat, but James and the critter had a special bond. The first time wasn't long after they completed the animagus spell, and James came across the cat after getting seperated from the others. The minute they touched noses, he felt strangely changed. And from then on, he would always look for the little kitty, always relishing in their time together.

Then in James' seventh year, it was the first full moon and James was waiting while Padfoot, and wormtail took off with Moony. But the black cat never came. Moon after moon, the cat never showed. James never confirmed, but it was only after he noticed Regulus never showed up back to school, that he started to wonder.

After the thought felt like it was consuming him, he sent a letter. And another, and another. But never heard back, and it was six months later that he heard that Regulus had passed. He never did find out if it really was him, but in the years that followed, he would dream about those nights spent in the woods. It felt like the forbidden forest, but it didn't look like it. Instead of trees, they ran together among the stars.

A dream that continued even after James left this world. A dream that proved not to be a dream at all.

[springs-hurts]

To think James "always a bit of extra energy" Potter spent the last of his days trapped inside four walls...it's tragically poetic.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Field

@jegulus-microfic February 24, Word count 293

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After his confrontation with Snape, James had a lot of excess energy that needed burning off. He’d tried to calm himself by looking across the hall at Regulus, but he had to look away when Dorcas turned around and blatantly looked at him. Had Regulus said something to her? Regulus had then kissed the other girl, Pandora, and walked out, munching on his toast. 

He’d gone to his morning lessons, but he had a free after lunch, so he decided to grab his broom and go burn off the energy so he didn’t blow his eyebrows off in potions. 

He wandered down to the quidditch pitch and practised the routine he’d put together over the summer in the field behind his parents' house. Weaving, rolling, diving and many loop-the-loops. He threw in a few sloth grip rolls and then practised his braking. As a chaser, sometimes he needed to break suddenly, and it was no good if he just flew over the top of his broom. 

By the time he was finished, he was sweating, and his muscles ached, but he felt calmer and ready to deal with a few hours brewing potions. He flew lazily back to the ground and spotted an onlooker waiting for him beside the stands. He flipped his broom over his shoulder and sauntered over to Regulus. 

“You shouldn’t be allowed to wear those trousers,” Regulus smirked. “Far too distracting.” James swooped down and planted a sweaty kiss right onto his lips. 

“Wanna help me get out of them?” He asked. He felt like he was still flying. 

“Hmmm, I suppose I could be persuaded.” Regulus hummed, walking around James and grabbing his arse as he passed. James didn’t waste any time following him into the changing rooms.

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[chicalepidoptera]

The OTPs as Keanu Reeves' homoerotic photoshoot

[soft-likethesunset]

you guys are just scared to admit this isn't sirius and harry in some strange AU out there