#if i know love it's because of you

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Alternate Interrogation Scene

There were SO MANY alternate scenes from this story. It could have gone so many different ways. I originally always planned for Hermione to meet alternate Harry in her office and them to make out for a minute. But while I was writing the interrogation scene between Hermione and Frank, it all sort of derailed. This almost changed the entire direction of this part of the story, but I decided to retcon where my imagination took me. I did keep the scene in it's very bare bones state. So here it is!

*note: I never finished this scene. There is very little description and there are other obvious notes that it's an unfinished scene

“Oh, bugger it. I'm not your Hermione Nott.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I'm from an alternate reality.”

“I'll admit, I've never heard that one before.”

Hermione groaned and looked up. “God, you're much more of an ass than your son.”

Frank snorted. “Now that, I believe. How about you tell me what you were doing in the DoM now?”

“I was trying to go home!”

“Miss Nott-”

“-No, see, I know it sounds crazy. I know it looks crazy. But it's true. I'm not a Nott. I'm a muggle-born. I'm not related to the Notts. My parents are Hugo and Helena, they're muggle dentists. They live-”

“-squibs.”

“what?”

“Your parents. Hugo and Helena are squibs. They're dead. Your grandfather took you in when you were eight.”

“No. That's not- that's not true. My mother is a squib, yes, but not my father. He has parents. Grandparents.”

“Charmed, according to your grandfather. They gave him a happy home in the muggle world. They kept tabs on him. They didn't know you were magical until you used magic to save yourself in the accident.”

“I- no. No, my parents raised me. I went to school as a muggle-born. Nott Sr never would have done that for my father. He's a Death Eater.”

“Is that an accusation?”

“What?”

“Allegations have been made but no evidence has been found since the… end of the war over twenty years ago. Are you claiming your grandfather is a Death Eater?”

“In my reality, yes. But he's not my grandfather. He's in Azkaban.”

She did not like the emphasis he had put on the word ‘end,’ as if the war wasn't actually over here. 

“Do you have any proof of this? Of any of this?”

“How would I prove it? I'd have to tell you something I couldn't possibly know, but I don't know you well enough to do that. But-” a thought occurred to her. She leaned forward. “-in my world James Potter and Sirius Black were Aurors. True?”

“Correct.”

“They're here. On the other side of that mirror, I bet.”

“That's not exactly impressive. They are high level Aurors.”

“Yes, but I know something that they know that they haven't told you.”

“And what would that be?”

“See, Harry Potter of my world was blood adopted by Sirius Black at fifteen. Harry is the head of both houses. And as his wife, I am also a part of both houses. They can both feel me in their family magic and knowing those two, they never disclosed that to you.”

The door slammed shut behind him as he stormed out.

Hermione smirked.

<>

They returned an hour later, Frank, James, and Sirius. Hermione swallowed down the overwhelming emotions she felt at the sight of James and Sirius. James was far older than he'd ever lived to be in Hermione’s world and Sirius, by contrast, looked leagues younger than her own Azkaban worn version.

“Mrs. Potter-Black?” Frank greeted tightly.

She smiled widely. “I take that to mean you believe me now.”

“You're inhabiting the body of this world's Hermione,” Sirius stated.

“Yes, and I imagine the other Hermione is inhabiting my body. Do we have any idea how this happened?”

“We were hoping you'd have answers,” James stated. “Walk us through yesterday.”

“It was Friday, so I spend the day at home with Lulu, my daughter. She's three. We dropped her sisters off at school-”

“-Where do they attend?” Frank interrupted.

“NAME. It's a muggle private school. I took Lulu with me while I ran errands.”

“What errands?”

“Uhm, groceries. I went muggle. We stopped by the town square in Tetwell. There have been issues between a few business owners so I went to make sure things were smoothed over. We picked Rose and Izzy up and went to dance class – muggle. They take ballet. And then we went home. Harry came home, we had dinner and spent some time in the backyard. I put the babies down and then Rose went to bed later.”

“Did you leave the house again? Did anyone else come over?”

“No. Harry and I sat by the fire and then turned in for the night.”

“Did Harry leave at all? Go anywhere? He's a bit of a night owl.”

“Uh, I'm not sure I'd say the same for my husband. He gets grumpy when he's forced to work late. He likes tucking the girls in and retiring together. What?”

“Sorry, just… doesn't sound anything like my son. He's not really the settling down type.”

“I've been a bad influence,” Sirius teased.

Hermione shook her head. “My world is different. Harry, my Harry, is an orphan. All he's ever wanted is a family. We got married after the war ended and got pregnant barely a year later. Harry was still in Auror training and wasn’t supposed to be able to see anyone from outside the training program. His supervisors were displeased to learn he'd figured a way around that. They were even more displeased when he refused to explain how he did it.”

Sirius snorted. James smiled sadly. 

“Harry is going to figure out something is wrong immediately. He won't be fooled by any alternate version of me.”

“He'll figure out she's from another world?”

“Someone will. Maybe not him, but he'll know the moment he wakes up. We had security measures during the war. Mistaken identity was a real risk. And I doubt a pure-blood princess could ever get away pretending to be me.”

“That's the second time you've mentioned a war. Ours ended in the 80s.”

“The First Blood War. The Second Blood War ended the summer of 1997.”

“Another dark lord?”

“Voldemort came back.”

“How?”

“I know how it happened in my world, I can't say the same for here. Too much is different. I don't even know how your first war ended. I mean, mine ended with the deaths of the Potters. Clearly, that didn't happen here.”

“No!” James exclaimed, alarmed. 

Hermione gestured to him. “Right, so I don't know. But I do know that Harry is going to come after me. You should warn the DoM so they don't attack him.”

“Why would they attack him?”

“Because they won't be expecting him.”

 “I'll go!” Sirius offered and dashed from the room.

“How do we fix this?” Frank asked, gesturing to her.

Hermione shrugged. “No idea. I didn't do this. I assume it was your Hermione or something someone did to her. Hopefully, Harry will think to bring her with him and we can sort this out because I really don't enjoy being a blonde.”

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

It's always so weird to come down from the biology heavens to see what the average person believes about animals, plants, ecosystems, just the world around them. I don't even mean things that one simply doesn't know because they've never been told or things that are confusing, I'm talking about people who genuinely do not see insects as animals. What are you saying. Every time I see a crawling or fluttering little guy I know that little guy has motivations and drive to fulfill those motivations. There are gears turning in their head! They are perceiving this world and they are drawing conclusions, they are conscious. And yet it's still a whole thing if various bugs of the world feel pain or if they are simply Instinct Machines that are Not Truly Aware of Anything At All????? Help!!!!!! How can you look at a little guy and think he is just the macroscopic animal version of a virus

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[luwha]

Not telling y'all that you should be able to identify AI slop (but it is a valuable skill, you totes should), but if you're to be accusing artists of being AI left and right at least go and do your homework, or at least do the bare minimum and use AI identification tools like Hive Moderation, so you 1- don't ruin someone's lifehood 2- don't make a clown out of yourself maybe

Like, i get it, AI slop and "AI artists" pretending to be genuine is getting harder and harder to identify, but just accusing someone out of the blue and calling it a day doesn't make it any better.

The AI clowns shifted to styles that have less "tells" and the AI arts are becoming better. Yeah, it sucks ass.

They're also integrating them with memes, so you chuckle and share, like those knights with pink backgrounds, some cool frog and a funny one liner, so you get used to their aesthetic.

This is an art from the new coming set Final Fantasy for MtG. This is someone on Reddit accusing someone of using AI. From what i can tell, and i fucking hate AI, there is NO AI used on this image.

As far as i can tell and as far as any tool i've used, the Artist didn't use AI. which leads to the next one:

they accused the artist of this one of using Ai. the name of this artist is Nestor Ossandon.

He as already been FALSELY ACCUSED of using AI, because he drew a HAND THAT LOOKED A LITTLE WEIRD, which caused a statement from D&D Beyond, confirming that no AI has been used.

Not to repeat mysef, they're accusing the art above, that is by Nestor, to have used Ai.

REAL artists are not machines. And just like the AI slop, we are not perfect and we make mistakes. The hands we draw have wonky fingers sometimes. The folds we draw are weird. But we are REAL. We are real people. And hey, some of our "mistakes" sometimes are CHOICES. Artistic choices are a thing yo.

If you're to accuse someone of using Ai, i know it's getting hard to identify. But come on. At least do your due diligence.

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[canonkiller]

god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you

[navtrash]

"What a foolish thought. Yet, when I saw your pathetic smile, I..."

Hello, Cookie Run Fandom (and ShadowVanilla nation)

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

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

the werewolf stan is amazing btw thank you

No, thank you!!! In fact, here's more just because you sent this ask (and probably the other one too, I love you)!!!!! More!!!!!!!!

They are liars <3

Part one is here!! ;P

Part three is here!! 'cause I can't control myself 😔

[toodrunktofindaurl]

"Death's child"

twitter | bluesky | insta | 🔞 patre*n

[egophiliac]

The funniest part of this new event is the fact I can't find out what's going on it from spoilers. All context is lost in the wave of Hot Eel Mom. I love her, all hail Georgina, mother of This and That, but where is the context? What *is* the event?

to be fair, we're still in the intro part, so not much has actually happened yet! Jade and Floyd were supposed to go to their mom's friend's wedding to help with the ancient merfolk marriage custom of

❤️❤️❤️~the Test of Love~❤️❤️❤️

but Floyd last-minute changed his mind (on account of being Floyd) and Azul was like "I'm not going if your mom is going to be there". at which point Jade realized he'd just been handed a golden opportunity to invite the absolute funniest group of people he could think of.

anyway tl;dr Jade manipulates a bunch of nerds into joining him to heckle/throw bricks at/try to drown a couple of randos in the name of love, what could possibly go wrong

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Mel and Viktor being drawn to each other but repelling each other at the same time... Ughhh you know I critique the fuck out of the writing sometimes but someone COOKED HERE

[fluentisonus]

the thing is I am still thinking about that bit in conclave right before they're about to vote when the breath of wind & birdsong comes in through the window that had recently been violently blown in to let the light and air into what has til then been a suffocatingly still & sterile & dark & enclosed environment & it ruffles all the pages on the desks & they all pause and look up. like oh god is there

[vos0q]

“Cora-San-!”