#curse me good AU

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

CURSE ME GOOD AU: Dialogue Draft #1

*LV learning that an infant Harrie Potter might be his soulmate prophesied to defeat him*

LV: No. I reject this narrative.

*LV decides to take out the threat & only ends up destroying his body in the process*

The Fates:

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

This is the tag I’m gonna use in the Curse Me Good AU when I post it. LV / Harrie are less enemies to lovers and more enemies to enemies hate-fucking each other and everything around them up. I’m going for a soulmate au where the two of them are colliding -stars -creating- a-supermassive -blackhole- that- eats-up-everything-&-everyone-around-them vibes. I don’t want a love story, but an apocalyptic event!

hell yeah man 🥂

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian 🤝 Maleficent: Not being invited to a child's birthday party but showing up anyways (to make things worse).

(for @youremysunshine8)

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Listen i don’t…. I don’t have words I just have vibes to present okay i just have vibes

[thecocodrille]

This ecene guys

The revelation, It’s so good it always gives me shivers.

From another deception by @mamzellesouris

Megatron would be sure to come for him soon, or his trine would come to get him out, he just had to wait. Megatron would never truly abandon him, he was far too valuable.

He just had to wait.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

okay! part 4 is here! still no dinner scene but hey, who doesn't like a telemachus and athena moment? huh? huh?

the post/thread that started this whole au

dinner scene: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

there's a masterlist now!

*later that day* *telemachus walking around the palace ground and speaking with athena about poseidon & also tomorrows family dinner*

telemachus: so, you said lord poseidon is your uncle, right?

athena: *under her breath to herself* unfortunately

athena: *to telemachus this time* he is indeed my father’s brother.

telemachus: what does he like? what’s his favourite food? does eat with you and the other gods on olympus?

athena: *not expecting to play 40 questions about poseidon*

athena: HU- *coughs* why do you want to know? i thought you studied the gods when you were younger?

telemachus: i mean yeah, but those are other people’s words. what better way than to ask his actual family?

athena: *regretting this conversation, but answers because it is telemachus asking*

athena: if you are looking to strike a conversation with him, i can say for certain he will be interested in anything about his kingdom, the sea.

athena: as for food, i’m sure you know we gods, do not require mortal food for sustenance.

telemachus: *confused and stops walking*

telemachus: *turns and looks up at athena* but you ate breakfast this morning with us? and other meals?

athena: *stops walking also and laughs a little at his confused face*

athena: *ruffles telemachus’ hair* yes i did. we can find it enjoyable, whether it be an offering, during a feast or with…

athena: *stops ruffling his hair & smiles warmly at telemachus* family.

telemachus: *smiles*

telemachus: *continues walking*

athena: *continues with him*

telemachus: so, you still never said what his favourite food was?

athena: *shrugs* i don’t know, fish?

telemachus: *laughs* well we certainly have plenty of that!

*both continue talking and walking together*

*a short while later*

telemachus: ok so even though he does have a place to live on olympus, he doesn’t live there? how come?

athena: the sea is his domain, i would expect he feels more comfortable being always part of it. he knows everything that is happening on and in it then.

athena: also, i’m sure that having my father be king of the gods while also being his younger brother, is not something he would personally want to be around all the time.

athena: i think if it were my younger brother…

athena: *imagines ares as king of the gods* *shakes the thought immediately away*

athena: *waves hand in front of her in dismissal* never mind that thought.

telemachus: *eyebrow raised in confusion* uh ok.

athena: as i was saying, my father, while he is a great & wise king of us gods, occasionally having to sometimes deal with his...

athena: *thinks to the lighting shaped scars on her face and body*

athena: …games, does not always end up good for those who play them.

telemachus:

telemachus: so, he just prefers living in his palace under the sea basically?

athena: pretty much, yeah.

athena: maybe you could save some more of your questions for my uncle at dinner tomorrow?

athena: trust me, i’m sure he’d love to talk about himself.

telemachus: yeah, i’ve got so much to ask him!

telemachus: not just about himself, but how he and my father came to be such good friends!

athena: *laughing to herself as she knows the truth of said friendship*

athena: oh i too would like to know…

athena: *has a thought* little wolf, you’re helping your mother and the palace servants plan everything for tomorrow, correct?

telemachus: yeah i am!

telemachus: actually, i probably should go and find mother to discuss things.

athena: *gently holds his arm before he can run off* before you go, i believe it would be best if we sat your father and my uncle right next to each other don’t you think?

athena: i normally know your mother and father would sit together as king and queen, but this is a family dinner, is it not?

athena: *grins* friends should be with friends.

telemachus: *holds hand up for a high five* that sounds like a great idea athena! that means you’re next to me, right?

athena: *hive fives and then smiles at telemachus* of course.

telemachus: *smiling back* okay, i’ll go and let mother know!

telemachus: *waves before heading into the palace* bye ‘thena!

athena: *waves back* goodbye telemachus.

athena: *now to herself* oh tomorrow will be fun indeed.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I was wondering, does Fiddleford still have a wife in your Halloween au? And if yes, does she know about him being a vampire?

I've been sitting on this ask for a bit, but I think I should finally answer.

In my AU, Fidds is actually pretty old-- not like ancient or anything, but surely a few centuries?

Anyway, so way back, when he was human, he did have a wife and a kid!! But when he got bit and became a vampire, he actually outlived them :(

He tries to think about them often, but it's definitely one of the things he chooses to erase when he creates the memory gun

[surreal-duck]

es rarepair week 2024 day 1 | AU/future

lil ghostic au of mine!!! yuzuru and the rest of fine are long since trapped souls in an abandoned mansion of which rst come across while looking for shelter during a storm :] it doesnt um. particularly end well

[im-kinno-hello]

and if i made a comic about them making a blog for the weird demon dog they found in the woods just because they are being brainwashed by it and it told them they need to spread the word of what word they don’t even fucking know?

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

CURSE ME GOOD AU (A femHarrymort / Merope Revenge fic): Snippet #5

“Weren’t you ever curious? Did you not ever wonder why I did it?” Harrie watches the creature pace. A creature that was more beast than man. Something repulsive. Reptilian.

Like specter he moved. Graceful. Silent. The soles of his bare feet making no sound in the soft, wet grass as he passed over the graves beneath him. Voldemort turns and waits expectantly for her answer.

But what was she supposed to say?

Of course, Harrie had wondered why. She had wondered why her whole life.

Why had her father chosen to get behind the wheel of that car drunk?

Why had she and her mother not both been killed?

Why did she have to sleep under the stairs in a broom cupboard while Dudley was given two bedrooms upstairs?

Why did Aunt Petunia never let her keep her hair long or let her wear skirts?

Why didn’t anyone tell her she was a witch?

And when they did, why didn’t the adult wizards warn her what the words on her wrist meant?

Why did she have to learn that her mark tied her to the man who killed her parents from Draco Malfoy of all people?

Why was he her soulmate? This creature. This reptilian amalgamation of dark rituals and perverse flesh, why couldn’t it have been someone else? Anything else?

But still the question that he asked her surprised her. Because she would’ve never expected an explanation as to why he killed them. And for him to willingly offer it, this closure, in these final moments before he surely put an end to her laughably short and tragic life was strange. Harrie didn’t know what to say.

Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, a weight that made it hard to articulate her thoughts. She swallowed, her throat feeling dry. “D-Does it matter why?”

“Of course it matters,” Voldemort snapped. “It always mattered.”

Harrie turned her head, shifting uncomfortably against the stone angel to which she was being pinned. Her gaze shifted from him to the discarded husk of a corpse but a few meters away, Cedric Digory’s eyes opened and staring back murky and lifeless. Poor Cedric. This was her fault. All of it, all of this misery was because of her. If she had just grabbed the cup—Or even better, if she had just never been born—then Cedric and her parents would've all lived.

“You did it because of me,” she said, resigned, giving up in that moment. “Because you knew I was your soulmate.”

Voldemort pressed his thin, bloodless mouth into a frown. Looking somewhat displeased, he tucked his arms behind his back and took a step closer. “That's wrong,” he said. “I didn’t give a rat’s arse about that. That was a mere formality. Unfortunate though it was. I did it because of the prophecy.”

Harrie paused, puzzled by that answer. “Prophecy?”

“No one’s told you?” Voldemort guessed. “I suppose that old fool would want to keep you in the dark as he likes to keep everyone in the dark.”

“What prophecy? What are you talking about?” Harrie wondered.

Voldemort regarded her coolly before he answered, his voice bringing an icy chill over her body. “It spoke of a child born at the end of July, a child with a power I knew not, a child with the power to defeat me and I would mark them as an equal… Obviously it was referring to a soul bond. To the mark, both mine and yours. And that, Harrie, is why.”

“Prophecies are rubbish,” the girl spat.

“Ordinarily, I agree,” Voldemort stood unnaturally still, posed like a cobra about to strike. “But when it comes to soulbonds—Well, we all know they are a determining force. A chain that keeps us tethered to this world, a weakness. It was simply pragmatism to take care of it before it would become a bigger problem. A means to hinder my own ambitions.”

“Then you knew I was your soulmate all the way back then?” Harrie asked.

“Back then, I didn’t. At least not entirely,” he confessed much to her surprise. “There was another child, a boy, born around the same time who could’ve fit the prophecy. But I chose you because I had never leaned toward that sort of predilection. Still I sent some of my own after him, on the off chance that I was mistaken, to ensure it. They were successful in their mission, I however was not so fortunate.”

She let that information sit before them, settling heavy on her shoulders. Finding out this was all because of a prophecy was one thing. But finding out that he had only targeted her because of her sex, because she was a girl, was especially grating.

She would’ve raged at the injustice of it. At the bloody patriarchal bullshit that that statement was. But she was pinned by those unmovable arms of the stone angel there at his mercy. (Not that she expected that he had any.)

“What if I had been a boy? What would you have done then? Flipped a sodding coin?”

Voldemort shrugged, a careless, strangely human gesture that reminded her too much of the memory of Tom Marvolo Riddle. She blinked, taken aback by the reminder. “Probably,” he said.

Probably. He said it as if the entirety of Harrie’s life had been decided on mere happenstance. And it had. This was nothing more than a huge cosmic joke. A cruel irony.

Soulmates don’t fucking exist, she decided. If that was her soulmate, Harrie didn’t want it.

[hitwiththefandomz]

[fourthcupofrice]

hey bee :)) @rebornofstars

NEW CURSEBREAKER CHAPTER NEW ART BABYY.

I love this direction you’re going with dark link in these later chapters, it’s really fun!! wanted to draw that parallel between Wind and Dark that I (think) i was picking up on!

And was that the four sword? Minish Cap reference? In YOUR wind au? It seems more likely than I thought! everybody go read @rebornofstars’ cool au here, and the close ups below the cut :)

i didnt forget the peg leg AND its on the right side. very proud of the eyes today! thought I’d sorta mimic Yasmeensh’s really cool comic style, which has been a huge influence on me as ive continued to do digital art.

[romulusthethird]

Alt. Universe AU

Listen, Danny didn't mean to fall through that portal and end up in a pool of burning ectoplasm. But here he was, after another annoying meeting with Clockwork about time shenanigans and alternate selves, in said pool of goo.

It felt like he was being burned alive. His mouth opened involuntarily to scream, taking the green liquid into his mouth, into his lungs when he ran out of breath. He screams anew, actually hearing his voice in the dense goo. He sounds like nails digging into a chalkboard and dragging across it.

His Lichtenburg scars light up, glowing an eerie green, almost yellow.

He's going to drown. To actually die.

He kicks his feet, but it's as if he is trying to run in a dream. Too slow. His hands wave above him, pushing down. He kicks, and kicks, and kicks.

He can't breathe.

He's in so much pain--more pain than he's ever felt in his half-dead life.

And then, somehow, someway, he breaks through to the surface.

He gulps in the fresh, clean air with loud wheezes. He's still kicking his weakening legs, still moving his arms. He coughs, moving forward.

His feet touch the ground.

He wants to laugh, and to cry when he finally stands, waist still emerged in the hot ectoplasm. He gags, hacking and coughing, maybe even throws up a little, expelling the green goo back into the pool.

When he looks up, he's in a cave. It's tall and expansive, and he could kiss the damp, disgusting stone a few feet away from him.

He's alive.

He pulls himself out of the water, chest heaving, and lies on his back on the cool stone. His clothes are eaten through and barely resemble clothes. His skin steams and... is he glowing?

He is! His arm looks like he lost a battle with a Edward doll from those twilight movies. He's not sparkling, but it's like a faint shimmer out the corner of your eyes. Like something is trying to enchant you.

Is he some type of Fae?

And his nails... They're claws! Freaking claws! He moves his hand around, wiggling his fingers. They look lethal. Like a mon--

"And what do we have here?" A voice, deep and old, rang out.

Danny startles, not having heard anyone come in (and he has super hearing!) He sits up, hair falling around his face (did his hair grow????) and eyes taking in the old man and the people in black surrounding him.

"Who are you?" The man asks.

"...None of ya business."

"Everything is my business in my domain."

Danny stills. He looks closer at the man. He isn't a ghost, maybe a little liminal, but alive and well. "Who are you?" He shot back. "And what's you 'domain'?"

"Since you managed to find my personal Lazarus Pit, you know what I am. But, I suppose I'll humor you. My name is Ra's Al Ghul, the Demon's Head. This is Nanda Parbat, my domain."

Nanda Parbat? What the heck? Demon's Head? "I don't know you. My name is Danny." Should he be giving random people who appear in caves with green pools of ectoplasm his government name? He doesn't know, but if it goes south he has the power to leave. And maybe that's also in his human form too, now, if the claws were any indication.

The old man hums. "How did you get here Danny?"

"I don't know. One minute I was--" He can't tell him that. That's not something a human should know. Not something someone living should know. "--Y'know at home and the next I'm waking up in this goo pool that burned me."

"You are a poor liar. Why shouldn't I slay you here and now?"

Danny snorts. "You can try."

The man's lips twitch in amusement. "Fascinating. Take him to the dungeons. We'll see how long you can endure before you spill all your secrets, dakhil."

Two men came forward to grab his arms. Danny wants to fight them, really, but he's so tired. He can escape later. For now, he lets these men pick him up and take him out of the cave and into what looks like a medieval castle.

"Do be careful not to damage him further before I can see to him."

Maybe that should scare Danny, but it doesn't. He's dragged past a courtyard full of training people, including a boy, lightning quick, fighting against a woman.

Their eyes meet--his, and the shocking blue of the stranger--before he is dragged further into his new temporary home.

He is leaving. He just needs to rest first.

Yes.

Rest...

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So, the plan for this AU is essentially, Dami never went to Gotham at the tender age of ten, and is still in the league (We are ignoring the "Ra's needs his body" canon because that does not fit here) and is still the heir. He's still his little murdery assassin self. I wanna say Danny is 15 here, (we are ignoring ALL CANON in this household today because Danny is not the ghost king and I can't remember shit about the tv show rn so my plan is like, he's strong right, but not like op insane, but like on par with superboy right, and he does errands for clocky and maybe goes through time/dimensions for him idk. I might make him come across half alien (like in those fics where hes kryptonian or martian, you get what I'm saying right) in this idk we're gonna find out together) and Dami is 16. The plan is to have Dami and the Danno fall in wuv and abscond to gotham together, for the glorious scene of "the son you never knew you had" showing up w his boyfriend. Thank you for coming to my ted talk. (the second part is already in my brain but I was up all night watching movies so you get this now, and that later.)\\

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(also if you've read my shit before, and even if you haven't, I know that Dakhil isn't technically correct, since its using the wrong alphabet, and is not even remotely written how it sounds, but I purposefully do not use the correct alphabet because that is not what the character will hear. They won't hear دخيل, they're going to hear sounds and they won't be able to see the alphabet, so I figured why not just put the closest equivalent so readers can kinda understand what the character, in this case danny, is hearing? idk maybe it's stupid, but I digress. thanks for coming to ted talk numero 2)

(Also 2.0, the word means intruder.)

(i had something else to tell you, but I am genuinely fighting for my life against this headache rn. You cry a few dozen times watching Interstellar and suddenly you and your brain have beef)

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(Lmaoo I remembered. it took me a sec, and the light from my computer is hurting my eyes, but I got distracted right, and remembered--

I almost had danny lie and tell them his name was Dante (which is what a lot of fanfic writers use for Dan) and was tempted to have him impersonate the other danny, and then when clockwork catches wind of his act, have dante come rescue him and get simultaneously confused and angry:

Dante coming to rescue his hopeless alt self Danny: wtf man why are you impersonating me? Danny-Dante, gasping dramatically: what do you mean you're Dante? I've always had this name! My great aunt Tilda gave it to me at the 75th annual Fenton christioning. Are you an imposter? Have you come to harvest my eggs? Dante: You don't have eggs Dante: and what the actual fuck is a christioning Danny-Dante: HA! see? Imposter. Doesn't even know about the christionings. Dante: you made that up Danny-Dante: Prove it. And so the other Danny went back to their dimension to see if so-called "Christionings" are real. He has to wait a year, and when he comes back, he is traumatized. A year later, Dante at Danny-Dante's door: I'm moving in. Danny-Dante: Did you bring Ellie?" Dante, shuddering: No... she enjoyed it. Danny-Dante: Oh god. come in come in. Hopefully she comes to her sense before yultol. Dante, dreading the answer: what is yul-- Danny-Dante: You don't want to know. You really, really don't.

That spiraled but yk. thanks for coming to my fifth ted talk. Bye)

[bugwolfsstuff]

I want to give Mr D daddy issues but in the 'I was his favorite, what happened?' way

[royalarchivist]

Pac: In a- in a far far away tower, there used to live a prince called Fit, waiting for someone to climb over the top and save him!

Fit: [Laughs]

Pac: Kinda like Shrek, you know? [Laughs]

Fit: That's right. I've been waiting!

[Context: They were talking about how Fit's "house" looked like a tower / water tower.]

[yannfredericks]

thinking now and always about my favourite karl jenkins interpretation where he’s hopelessly oblivious to the fact that what hes doing to albus and scorpius is bullying and instead thinks they have incredible banter and are on their way to becoming fast friends!!!!