#potta

[simsquid]

First try after paying the badass pottery mama for the class!

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

u just KNOW he was feeling C U N T Y

[chai-en-kaadhale]

so ive been saying this ever since he came out but it just occurred to me that i could say it on the internet too (:D) so tighnari right

his clothes are weird, and theres gotta be another way to explain this but the minute i saw the weird cloth thingy i thought of these

sarees are women's clothing therefore tighnari (to ME) is a malayali femboy

PUT HIM IN A SAREE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[ask-st-ccchoir]

Aw, you sad Ricky? 3:

-Local friendly catboy

🌌ocean's gonna be noisy:(

[sapphic-woes]

Genuinely happy the pov switch was liked in my last story;; I

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Inktober 2023 ; Day 7/31

Day 7 : Drip / Goutte

No pun intended !!!

I mean she is a Naiadi, who are the people of water in Inazuma Eleven GO, and her European name is literally Droplit Tunaka ! (Chuluka Potta)

Moreover, I love her ! She is just too cute for my heart to handle ! So she was perfect for this theme.

Of course I didn't just draw her. Since she is also a Naiadi, I drew her manipulating drips of water, since they have some sort of telekinesis and all.

[lesbian-steppenwolf]

ogni giorno mi sveglio penso al fatto che avremmo potuto avere tutto avremmo potuto avere il governo più a sinistra dell'europa occidentale e piango un po'

[rashfordian]

im back to old habits.

[calebine]

‘ me rompe el corazón que me halagues y después evidencies que sólo quieres sacarme información, ¿tan débil te parezco? ’ por supuesto que está de broma, la sonrisa que traza carmines es la evidencia primaria. ‘ ¿no te crees que sea modelo? ’ chasquea lengua, como si estuviera añadiendo una decepción más. al final, se decide a tenderle la mano. ‘ soy el capitán irvine, de las fuerzas especiales del ejército británico — sólo caleb también sirve ’ ladea un poco la cabeza, entretenido. ‘ ¿te basta? somos compatriotas ’ algo le ha parecido adivinar en el acento impropio, aunque quizá sean imaginaciones. ‘ tu turno ’

echa un vistazo a su foto de pasaporte y también procura conocer su nombre. caleb irvine. decide bajar un poco la guardia y se permite sonreír. ' podría decirse que sí, te ves muy bien. ' halagó. o quizás una de actores sería mejor opción. la misión requería un poco de eso. ' pero dime, ¿tú de dónde te has escapado realmente? ' pausó momentáneamente para tomar un sorbo de su café. ' a qué te dedicas, me refiero. '

[simsquid]

Good job, Puffin! Maybe we can get a fancy spinning wheel-thing at home 🤯

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x3) in Tomarrymort (1 – 20 June 2025)

There was so much to read over the last few weeks that I fell a little behind on updating this! (You'll see why below...) Very sorry for the delay. Note that this post only goes through 20th of June, and I should have another one in a week or so that will cover through today. 

First up, so many wonderful and breathtakingly gorgeous fics finished in the last few weeks. (Specifically: That's 458k of completed Tomarry fic to add to your reading list, from just the last 3 weeks alone!) I've added a bit below on why I’d recommend reading all five of these if you can! 🤍

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Tomarrymort Completed Must Reads 

⭐ soulstice by @marvohlou (E, 90k, complete)

In which Tom Riddle finds himself increasingly afflicted by a most inconvenient obsession: Harry Evans.

Why you should read it: One of the most breathtaking pieces of writing I’ve read in this ship, as Tom descends into a maddening, beautiful obsession with a time-traveling Harry.

⭐ Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (E, 163k, complete)

Harry Potter is a time-travelling, furious mess and he is going to kill the Dark Lord. Like most of his plans, things do not work out. Tom should not be so obsessed with his would-be murderer.

Why you should read it: 1940s time travel fic that starts out with a literal bang as Harry tries to murder Tom ON SIGHT. And then does not stop trying to murder Tom(!)

⭐ Sharp is the Pang the Serpent Gives by beetaker (E, 127k, complete)

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Harry scowled. “Plenty of people are orphans. Bullied. They don't grow up to be killers. I'm not.” “Aren't you?” Voldemort asked, impassive. “Did Quirrell kill himself beneath that trap door?” Harry's heart howled, enraged and desperately, desperately scared. She had very purposefully not thought about that night since it happened, which of course was just another way of saying she thought of it constantly, that secret box buried in the cupboard of her mind. ”I'm not like you,” she snarled. “No one is like me,” said Voldemort. “But given time…perhaps.”

Why you should read it: Unhinged toxic yuri <3 Another delicious F/F Tomarrymort longfic by Beetaker in one impressive drop.

⭐ MY HARRY POTTER PILLOW CAME TO LIFE AND I FUCKED IT | Storytime by @cindle-writes @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic (E, 13k, complete) 

Ultimate Hari Potta: Mahoukai fanboy Tom Riddle owns a life-size body pillow of his most beloved 2D husbando Harry Potter. On Tom's 14th birthday, Harry comes to life. 

Why you should read it: If you’ve ever been into anime, or want to experience a modern Tom Riddle getting really, really into anime, this insane crackfic is for you. 

⭐ Nobody Special by riddlereading (M, 65k, complete) 

Neville Longbottom is the Boy-Who-Lived. Follow the no-one-important Harry Potter as he navigates the cruelty of the wizarding world and still somehow draws the attention of Lord Voldemort.

Why you should read it: A neat and clever retelling of canon if Neville (instead of Harry) was the baby that Voldemort first tried to kill. 

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Tomarrymort One-Shot Must Reads 

One Shot | dwell in lovers’ eyes by @aitafrog

One Shot | Made You Look by @penmanner

One Shot | i can feel the soil falling over my head by slaybestieslay946

One Shot | Father of the Year by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic

One Shot | To be Blessed by @cyandenial

One Shot | the one that got away by @duplicitywrites 

One Shot | des mots plein de soleil by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Must Reads

Chapter 6 of love you down to the bone by @aitafrog

Chapter 6 of angel on a satellite by @houndsofheaven

Chapter 3 of Take Any Form by @rowena-rain

Chapter 17 of Strings of Fate by @solelyseeking

Chapters 10 through 12 of complete me, so incompletely by @hoppsanwrites

Chapters 12 through 14 of Constellation - Aquila by cassiopeiassin

Chapters 31 through 33 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of sunk cost fallacy by @ictyn

Chapters 5 and 6 of kill the spare (wear his bones) by ermineah

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of The Pursuit of Greatness by @solelyseeking

Chapters 21 through 23 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 22 of The Weight of Gravity by @pagesinmylife 

Chapters 19 through 21 of give you my lovin by @kozzieberks

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 through 2 of Who long to be lost by @mosiva

Chapters 6 and 7 of it’s called freefall, baby by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 17 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 7 of for i am with you by @solelyseeking

Chapter 5 of Love Don't Die by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 4 of I Heave My Heart by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 10 of invisible string by @cindle-writes

(new ⭐) Chapters 1 and 2 of Grow Warm With Me by @aspengray 

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of the waves made of fingers and the darkness that lingers rips into the bark of our bones by @boyneptunee

Chapter 15 of Fool me once by @holaolla1

Chapter 12 of 7 by @moontearpensfic

(new ⭐) Chapter 1 of Like My Own Soul by @riverxsong-ao3

Chapter 45 of Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra

Chapter 4 of Moon Rite by @isalisewrites

Chapter 2 of forgive me father by @cindle-writes

Chapter 28 of would that i'd loved (long ago) by @sprst1tion

Chapters 24 and 26 of Part Two - To Grow a Heart by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapters 50 through 54 of A Snake in the Apothecary by SedimentaryBear

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[ceeplays]

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Lot Size: 30x20 Cost: §130,544 Location: Terra-Potta/Nordhaven Lot Type: Residential (Top Floor)/Small Business Venue (Bottom Floor)

(More info, photos & download link below the cut).

The Forsberg Twins (available for download here) just bought this place and plan to lighten up the neighborhood with their 24/7 arcade games, disco cocktails, and computer bar. The Blicblock Barcade has fun for all ages! (fully play-tested, top floor is a fully functional apartment and bottom floor is a fully functional barcade).

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[suugarbabe]

Saint-Like

Here we are my darlings, the long awaited George one shot based off of this ask.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word Count: 3k (told ya it'd be a bit long)

Warning: mention of blood, angst, kissing

Professor Moody stalked about the living room giving a speech that did not make anyone feel any less uneasy about what was about to transpire. “Potter, you’re underage, which means you still have the trace on you.” Harry looked up confused, “What’s the trace?” Moody placed both hands on his walking stick for support, “It means that if ya sneeze the ministry is goin’ to know who wiped yer nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport that the trace can’t detect, brooms, thestrals, the like. We go in pairs. That way if there’s anyone out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.” 

Harry looked confused, “The real one?” Moody’s face turned up slightly, a grin forming as he grabbed his infamous flask from his jacket pocket. He stirred the flask with a swirl of his wrist, “I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.” Harry immediately shook his head, “No, absolutely not.” Hermione rolled her eyes behind him, “Told you he’d take it well.” Harry continued, voice strained, “No, if you think I’m gonna let everyone risk their lives for me-” Ron cut him off abruptly with a sarcastic tone, “Never done that ‘ave we?” Harry turned to face his friend, “No! No, this is different! Taking that, becoming me? No.” 

“Well none of us really fancy it, mate,” Fred piped up, smug grin across his face. “Yeah imagine something went wrong and we end up a screwy, specky git forever,” George teased, smiling alongside his twin. “Everyone is of age here, Potter,” Moody spoke up again, “They’ve all agreed to take the risk.” A short man in the back spoke up just then, “Technically, I’ve been coerced.” He turned to Harry, “Mundungus Fletcher, Mista Potta, always been a ‘uge admirer.”

“Nip it, Mundungus!” Moody scolded. The small man’s head went down, turning back to his spot in the back of the room and staying quiet. “Alright, Granger, as discussed,” Moody nodded toward the witch. Hermione walked past Harry, gripping a patch of hair at the back of his head and pulling harshly, pulling out several hairs. “Blimey, Hermione,” Harry rubbed the back of his head. Moody instructed Hermione to drop the hairs in the polyjuice potion in his flask. The potion began to bubble as Moody stirred it around with another  twirl of his wrist. 

“For those of you who are not familiar with the polyjuice potion, fair warning, taste like goblin piss,” Moody stated comfortingly as he handed the flask to Fred. Fred took the flask from him, “Have lots of experiences with that, do ya Mad-Eye?” Moody continued to stare at Fred, face blank and unchanging. Fred let out a sigh, “Just trying to diffuse the tension…” Those in the line all took a large swig, first Fred, then George, followed by Mundungus, Fluer, Ron and lastly Hermione. You stood next to Hermione and watched in amazement as the row of people all slowly started changing, skin bubbling to transform into Harry. 

You watched your George shrink several inches and he transformed. His clothes became far too large for his frame. “Is this how you feel when you borrow a shirt from me, love?” he looked over at you, a smile on his - well Harry’s - face. You shook your head, cheeks becoming a shade darker than before, “You know it’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that.” He shrugged as he started to get dressed in the same exact attire as Harry. The goal was simple, pairs would travel with a Harry look-a-like towards the Burrow. Mad-Eye said he anticipated an attack by death eaters and that the risk was high. You and George agreed to be involved immediately, no questions asked. 

Once everyone was changed you all filed outside, you grabbed your broom. You hopped on, George floating next to you on a copy of Harry’s broom. Moody stood at the end of the drive, announcing it was time to leave. You both took off together, staying close by one another. As you got deeper into the clouds, it looked like a lightning storm. Moody went further ahead of the others. In an instant you were seemingly surrounded by black cloaks swishing by spells being thrown on either side of you. You turned to find George, you had to assume he was still the Harry closest to you. 

You knew you were close to the Burrow. You looked over to check on George once more just in time to see a death eater point their want towards him. You panicked, not knowing the spell they would speak and instantly flicked your wand toward George, “Depulso!” George’s body slid farther away from you, narrowly missing the spell, or at least almost. You noticed his body go slightly limp, his broom altitude dropping quickly. You dove after him, grabbing him in your arms and speeding toward the barrier around the burrow. 

As soon as you were through the barrier you headed to land, nearly crashing into the cornfields. He still looked like Harry as you fervently started checking his body for damage, “C’mon Georgie, wake up. You’re okay, right? You’re okay.” His head was bleeding, you turned it to the side, noticing his left ear nearly missing, “Oh, Georgie.” He turned his head back and forth, mumbling something. You put your ear next to his mouth and he mumbled again, “Y/n/n, yer…kneeling on my hand.” You jumped up, and he attempted to roll over to his side. Thankfully he was still mostly Harry, you threw one of his arms over your shoulder, your arm around his waist, doing your best to take hold of most of the weight. 

You stumbled out of the cornfields, seeing a few of the others that made it before you two. Harry, the real Harry, was quick to come to the other side of George, helping you take him inside the Burrow. Molly turned from the sink as soon as she heard commotion, eyes glued on the now changing boy back into George. “Oh my boy,” Molly rushed over as you and Harry laid George on the family sofa. Remus walked in with another Harry that slowly turned into their normal self, challenging each one making sure they weren’t an imposter. 

You ignored the background noise, focusing solely on the red head in front of you. You got a washing cloth from the kitchen, dowsing it in cool water to begin to clean his wound. As you approached the sofa again Molly snatched the rag from your hands, a glare upon her face as she pushed in front of you to tend to her son. Fred entered the Burrow, rushing to his twin’s side. It was silent for a long moment before Fred spoke, “How’re you feelin’ Georgie?” George’s eyes were still closed, taking slow deep breaths as he responded, “Saint-like.” 

Fred shook his head, “Come again?” George smiled softly, “Saint-like. I’m holy. I’m holy, Fred. Ya get it?” He then pointed to his ear. Fred just shook his head again, smiling, “The whole wide world of ear related humor, and you go for ‘I’m holy’. It’s pathetic.” George winked at you before responding to his twin once more, “Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” You laughed softly at his ability to ease a room  in even the most stressful of times. Molly turned at the sound of your laughter, glaring at you once more. You could understand her feeling protective, but you were unsure why she was taking her anger out at you. 

You attempted once more to get closer to George now that he was talking to others more, but Molly was quick to step in front of you. “I think you’ve done enough for tonight dear,” Her voice was low but stern. You were sure confusion was written across your features, “What do you mean, Molly?” She gestured toward the other room, “Maybe it would be best if you kept your distance for the night.” Her face told you not to argue with her. While she was usually the soft and comforting one, she could instill fear when needed. 

You took the hint and went into the other room, pacing back and forth. You kept playing with the rings on your fingers, one in particular George had gifted you last Christmas. You wished you could talk to him, it pained you being pushed away like this. Pained you so deeply you swear you could feel it on your side. Your right side. You placed your hand onto your torso, wincing as you touched just below your rib cage. You lifted your shirt slowly, peering down to see a deep gash. “Bloody hell, that’s not good,” with the realization of your wound you felt more light headed. You assumed the lack of adrenaline also played a part in this. You turned back towards the main living area, intentions of calling out for someone when everything started to fade around you. 

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George moved to sit up, laughing slightly at the several members of his family fawning over him. He looked around searching for the face of the one person who’s voice he hadn’t heard since he landed at the burrow. “Where’s Y/n?” George went to stand up, albeit a little shaky. “She’s just in the other room, I asked her to give you some space,” Molly rubbed his arm in comfort. He started walking towards the room, “Why would you do that mum?” He walked a little quicker towards the next room. He turned the corner to see you laying facedown on the floor. 

George rushed over, shouting for someone, anyone to come and help him. He turned you over, noticing how slow and shallow your breathing had become. He did the same inspection you had done just an hour prior, checking your face, your neck, down your arms. He ran his hands down your sides, your body involuntarily twitching as he reached your wound. He lifted your shirt as Remus and his father came to kneel next to him. George gasped as he saw the deep gash on your side, the edges burned black clearly from a dark spell. “What do I- how do we fix her dad, you have to fix her…” George’s eyes brimmed with tears, pleading to his father. Kingsley came to join the older two men, encouraging George to stand back. 

George stood there, tears streaming down his face as Remus, Arthur and Kingsly worked over your body. George was still recovering himself, swaying back and forth as his anxiety and blood pressure got higher. “C’mon, Georgie, let’s go sit you back down before you’re the next to pass out.” George reluctantly followed his twin. As soon as he was sat on the couch, Molly came rushing to his side again. George’s face was in his hands, making his words come out muffled, “Mum, please, I love you, but please give me some space right now.” 

“Oh, darling, wha-why?” Molly stood up confused. George shook his head, “Mum you told her to go over there, to leave everyone else, to leave me. Why? Why did you do that? She was in there alone! Who knows how long she was passed out for!” George’s voice got higher and higher with each word. Molly took a step back in shock. “George, she- she was supposed to protect you. She was paired with you to keep you safe and look how you turned out, you could have died George!” He stood up instantly, face screwed in anger, “Well now she might die, mum.” And with that, he stomped up the stairs, two at a time until he reached his room. 

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What felt like hours later there was a knock on George’s door. He kept his face in his pillow, shouting back, “Go away.” He heard the door open regardless of his wishes. He remaining in his position even though he heard footsteps approaching him. He felt a dip in his bed before he heard your voice teasing him, “Don’t want to see me, is that it George? I heard I was all you could talk about.” 

He turned over so quickly he nearly knocked you off the bed. He grabbed you onto his lap and embracing you tightly. You hissed slightly, causing him to pull your body away from his and he glanced down at your side, “Oh, y/n/n, I’m sorry, how’re you-how does it look?” You leaned back slightly, lifting your shirt to show him your waist wrapped in bandages, “Looks about as good as your head.” You touched the side of his face gently, fingers dancing over his damaged ear. His eyes closed at your touch. He relished in your presence, brain mulling over him almost losing you just hours earlier. 

He hadn’t noticed himself become emotional until he felt your thumb wipe a tear off his cheek. “Why are you crying, Georgie?” Your voice was so soft, always a comfort to him. He shook his head, realizing how daft he’s been, “I’m just so stupid.” You laughed lightly, another mesmerizing sound to him, “What are you talking about?” He opened his eyes, though they were still downcast, “Y/n, I haven't been honest with you. Erm, honest with myself either, really.” He felt your fingers lift his chin, making him look into your eyes. 

“You know you can tell me anything, no matter what you can tell me,” you wore a soft smile on your lips, doing your best to encourage him to continue. He just stared at you for a moment, taking in how gentle your eyes looked at him, the bit of dirt still on your cheek from earlier in the night, how soft your lips looked right now. George was so lost in thought he almost didn’t notice you getting closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck now, still waiting for him to respond to you. 

“It’s just…I…,” he trailed off, eyes shooting to your lips, back to your eyes and down again. You just nodded, closing the gap further, “I know, Georgie, me too.” And then it happened, your lips were on his and he was in heaven. One of his hands cupped your face as his other steadied on your hip, your lips slotting against one another fervently and with purpose. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and granted him entrance without hesitation, allowing him to explore your mouth and deepen the kiss. 

He attempted to pull you even closer, hands grabbing at your waist. You pulled back with a hiss, both forgetting about your injury. “Oh Merlin, I’m-” You shook your head, smiling, “It’s okay Georgie, I’m okay.” You cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb across his skin, “You scared me tonight. You can’t scare me like that, I thought I was gonna lose you.” He chuckled at this, “Yeah well I could say the same to you.” You shook your head, smiling at the red head, “You know I realized something tonight.” He looked at you curiously, “Oh? And what’s that.” 

“I love you Georgie,” you bit your lip, waiting on how he would respond. He reached up, his thumb lightly pulling your lip from your teeth, “I love you too, Y/n, so much.” He leaned in to kiss you once more, your lips just barely grazing each other when you heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. You both turned to see Fred, leaning against the door frame with a smirk plastered on his lips. 

“As adorable as that was to witness, there’s someone downstairs wanting to talk to you both,” Fred pushed himself off the frame, turning to leave. He grabbed ahold of the frame quickly, popping his head back into the room, “If I wasn’t clear, I was talking about mum.” You climbed off of George’s lap, allowing him to also stand up from the bed, “Thanks genius, didn’t quite get that one.” 

You walked with George down the stairs, fingers intertwined while doing so. Molly’s eyes clocked the connection immediately, her face becoming more apologetic than before, if that were even possible. She met you both at the bottom of the steps, wrapping you in her embrace immediately, “Darling, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for how I acted, what I said to you, it was rubbish, truly.” She pulled back, tears brimming her eyes. You shook your head, “Molly, no. He’s your son. You just love him so much, I understand the feeling.” 

You looked up at George who gave you a small smile and a wink in return. Molly, missing nothing, quickly wrapped her arms around both your necks, planting kisses on each of your cheeks, whispering in your ears, “We’ve been waiting for this, your father and I. Probably another reason I was so emotional earlier.” George leaned back, “What dya mean you’ve been waiting?” Molly simply smiled, “I know the look dear, you’ve had it with her for, gosh, how long now Arthur?” 

“Since year 5 for them both, Moll.” Arthur yelled from the other side of the room. You felt your cheeks burn, surely visibly red for everyone to see. George was also blushing, not realizing how blatantly obvious he had been over the years. Fred came up behind you both, slinging an arm over each of your shoulders, “Thank Merlin for that though, yeah? He wouldn’t nearly have been as passionate about where you were if he wasn’t always looking for you in a room. Probably would’ve been longer before we realized you were passed out.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, he really was a Saint for me tonight, wasn’t he?” Fred looked at you puzzled, “Come again?” You pointed at George’s bandaged ear, “He’s holy Fred, Saint-like.” Fred just groaned, rolling his eyes as he pushed through the both of you. George however smiled, grabbing your chin and planting another kiss on your lips with a smile.

Taglist:

@luv4kani ; @somekidinacoma ; @huahuali ; @ell0ra-br3kk3r ; @wollymalfoy ;

[il-gualty1]

Valter Boggione e Giovanni Casalegno nel Dizionario storico del lessico erotico italiano (1996) hanno elencato alcuni dei termini con cui viene indicato nella lingua italiana l'organo sessuale femminile: “Abisso, Altare, Animella, Antro, Arpa, Bagatella, Baratro, Belgodere, Bernarda, Bersaglio, Bocciolo, Bonzora, Bosco, Boschetto, Breccia, Brodosa, Buca, Buco, Calza rotta, Capanna, Carretta, Caverna, Canestra, Castagna, Chiostro, Chitarrina, Ciccia, Ciofeca, Ciorgna, Colombaia, Conocchia, Cosa, Cratere, Cuccoletta, Dove prude, Entrata, Essa, Falla, Fenditura, Ferriera, Fessa, Fesso, Fessura, Fiore, Fica, Fico, Figarola, Filippa, Fistolosa, Fodero, Fonte, Foro, Forno, Fragola, Fregna, Frittella, Frutteto, Frutto, Galleria, Gatta, Gattaiola, Giardino, Giglio, Gioia, Gnocca, Grattugia, Grotta, Guai-na, Gualdana, Incudine, Lana, Lasagna, Lumaca, Luna, Macina, Mercanzia, Mollaia, Mona, Mortaio, Mussa, Nicchio, Nido, Natura, Oliva, Orifizio, Orinale, Palude, Pancia, Paniera, Pantano, Parrocchia, Passera, Patacca, Pecora, Pelliccia, Pelosa, Perla rossa, Pertugio, Pestello, Pettignone, Pignatta, Piva, Porcellina, Porca, Porto, Potta, Primizia, Prugna, Pucchiacca, Puzzola, Ragna, Rete, Rondine, Rosa, Scarsella, Scodella, Scrigno, Sentina, Serratura, Sermollina, Sfiatatoio, Simona, Solco, Sorca, Sportello, Squarcio, Staffa, Stalla, Tacca, Taglio, Tagliola, Tana, Tasca, Tazza, Tegame, Tesoro del paradiso, Topa, Toppa, Tramoggia, Trappola, Vagina, Val Pelosa, Varco, Vaschetta, Ventosa, Vischio, Vongola, Vulva”.  Scegliete voi … ah ah ah ah

[severelyjammed]

The Little Pottah

During summer break at Potter Manor, something impossible happens.

A swirling light tears open the living room wall—and out tumbles a toddler. A little boy no older than two, with messy black hair, impossibly round eyes, and the world’s most chaotic lopsided grin.

He’s James Potter’s son. From the future.

And he calls himself Hawwy Potta.

As the Marauders spiral into chaos (Sirius cries, Remus takes notes, Peter bakes out of panic), James is left gaping. Not just because he somehow has a time-traveling child—but because this boy looks like him and scowls like someone else.

Like a certain Severus Snape.

Now, with toddler tantrums, mysterious trauma, government agents, emotional tea parties, and an increasingly blurry line between past rivalry and future love—James and Severus have to face the strangest truth of all:

Some families are born.

Some are made.

And some fall out of time into your living room calling you Mama.

Chapter Sneak Peak:

The first summer after graduation was supposed to be peaceful.

That was the expectation at least, as James Potter flung himself dramatically across the plush couch in the Potter Manor drawing room, lemon fizz in hand and Sirius sprawled upside down next to him like a lanky cat in heat. Remus was reading (of course), and Peter had somehow dozed off inside a laundry basket.

Peace.

Until the wall exploded.

"OH BLOODY—" James flung his drink into the air. Sirius screamed. Remus shielded the book. Peter fell deeper into the basket.

A glowing, swirling vortex tore through the air, ripping apart space and time and, more importantly, Mrs. Potter’s antique tapestry. Then—plop—a very tiny person tumbled out of it and landed on the rug with a surprised squeak.

Silence.

The little boy stood up.

He was small—absurdly small. Clad in a lightning-themed romper, black hair a chaotic nest on his head, cheeks round and flushed with indignation. And when he turned around…

“WHAT THE HELL,” Sirius shouted, pointing.

“Is that—you?” Remus asked, half-sitting, half-rising.

James could only gape.

Because the child—this impossibly tiny person—had his face. Exactly. Just… smaller. Babyfied. With dimples. And a stubborn cowlick that defied all laws of magic and gravity.

The toddler, oblivious to the screaming, looked around the room with wide, curious eyes. “Where’s Hawwy’s dada?”

Sirius collapsed backward. “I can’t breathe. James, that’s your demon spawn!”

James was too stunned to argue. “I—I don’t—what? How??”

The toddler walked up to him, determined, and held up chubby arms. “Dada.”

James screamed.

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Based on Chapter 34 of 'My Jeverus/Snames Prompts'

Status: Currently writing

This will be my first Severitus + Jeverus fic! I'm so excited for this and I've just started! I'm definitely getting into a writing spree during my holiday 😉. I'll have some of my ongoing fics to finish first before I post my next ones though!

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Piper and Cam head to the Terra-Potta pottery studio a few days later. They attend a class on pottery making taught by Jolanda Koopman, and then sit down at a station. Jolanda mentors Cam during her first attempt, and both she and Piper get their pottery skill to level two. Cam had two classes, so she had to leave for a bit, but I had Piper finish up, glaze, and fire a pot in the kiln. It's kinda cute and she'll have it as a memory. It also makes me want to take a pottery class just for fun. 😊