#sorry this is so late 😂

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

hello!! sorry if this is a little late, but i'd love a peek at your triwizard tournament mockumentary! or the daily prophet one :) both are so intriguing

🥹 i'd love to share them both with you!

mockumentary, also known as fic number thirteen: triwizard tournament, is something i'm so excited about 😂

Harry and Tom are from competing schools; Tom hails from the dark and mysterious Durmstrang, arriving as the much-lauded obvious pick, while Harry is just your average guy from Hogwarts with no intention of joining. The whole documentary is supposed to be about the revival of the Triwizard Tournament, with interviews on the most promising students and many professors... but something unexpected happens. Quickly, the tournament becomes less that and more 'how long until Harry and Tom figure out they have the hots for each other and need to bang like rabbits before the sexual tension kills everyone in Hogwarts, including the international delegates.'

a cut below: Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin seventh-year, sits carelessly on a leather chair beside the roaring common room fireplace. The camera frames his pale face, his paler hair catching the warm blazing glow, and paler still blue eyes casting golden so bright it nearly hurts to look at, perfectly.  “Who do I think is going to be the Hogwarts Champion?” He repeats and reaches up to casually adjust his Head Boy pin. It only takes him another moment of… preening? Before he finally responds, “Me, of course.” Off-camera, someone from the other side of the common room laughs.

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unnamed fic number 12, also known as daily prophet, is an odd one 🤪

writing this on 100% vibes - right now it's more of a fashion model Tom and photographer Harry sort of thing - here's a cut

Lavender squealed, “I thought you’d never ask! So I’m here to commission you on a fun little project over in the fashion sect! You’ll just love this; we’re-“ Harry cut her off, “Whoa-whoa, hold on. I can’t accept any extra work right now. I’m already up to my lenses editing the nature spread, not to mention Hermione’s recent poli-feature-" “But Harry,” Lavender stretched his name with a whine, “you barely had to work for Hermione’s thing! And you got to, like, go to all those cool press events or whatever!” She reached across his desk, and her acrylic claw-like nails grabbed onto his arm. “Anyway,” she continued. “It’s not like you have a life. What do you even do outside of this place?” Harry’s brows furrowed. His mouth tried to form words, but he could barely bite out, “I go places. I have friends!” “Yeah, yeah,” She nodded and looked very unconvinced. “Totally.”

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[lazzarella]

Re-watching to note down time stamps and I love the way Fang narrows his eyes when Tan is grilling Peem about floating the Krathong with Phum the year before lol

[valtheimm]

Happy New Year, @tiredela! ✨ May you meet all the deadlines in 2025 😁 And I have recently learned mistletoe is canon in TES 😏

As always, cheers to @scorchedcandy for organising <3

[good-beanswrites]

"Becomes more competitive" you say? - refering to your headcanons with downbad fuuta 👀

For someone I can imagine if his partner is someone that's a little flirty and knows this, they might initiate a few scenarios just to fluster and see what he tries next only for him to combust (although there might be a few rare occasions where he does get soft)

YES !!

Fuuta is constantly fueled by a mix of personal pride and the need to Be The Best at whatever’s going on, the societal expectation to be manly and good at wooing someone, and also the feeling of “WOW it turns out I’ve never had a real friend or connection in my life and now that I have someone with genuine mutual love between us I’m going to go a little crazy about it and do things way out of my comfort zone without thinking twice until it’s too late.” He’ll leap into a variety of situations – doing favors, participating in couples’ activities, flirting, and making advances of physical touch – solely focused on Winning, only to realize too late that he’s gotten himself into a romantic/intimate situation he wasn’t prepared for 😅

I especially love the thought of someone who knows this well, and plays a little game of “how long can I string this along until his competitiveness gives out into embarrassment?” 

They’d get used to dropping hints while doing different activities about how talented they are doing it, maybe even the best, and no one could do this any better – so that Fuuta inevitably joins in to prove them wrong. If they’re already in an established relationship, I think his partner could overcome any of his party pooping by suggesting they show up the other couples in whatever “cheesy” thing they’re doing. (The partner eventually learns to be a bit more careful with this power, though. As well as things usually end, there have been some mishaps when Fuuta decides “it can’t be that hard to do dancing lifts/dips, right?”) There are a few situations that he catches himself in and explodes that he was tricked into it, but there are others that surprise his crush by how readily he pours his effort into the activity.

Fuuta would be extremely hesitant to initiate physical touch out of fear of overstepping (some of it is healthy respect/consent, and some of it is overthinking paranoia) so it’s up to a more confident crush to push his boundaries. Starting as simple as taps to get attention, and building up even to something like holding hands, they figure out what kinds of things make this touchstarved idiot bluescreen, what turns him bright red, and what he’ll actually melt into and return. The minute they start the whole process, though, it unlocks something in his mind: he realizes that there's no need to fear physical advances, and in fact, he can be the one causing the bluescreening. There's a 50/50 whether his smug attempts at being touchy will backfire and leave him more frazzled in the end 😅

He's never once shied away from a verbal battle, and flirting is no different. He may not have a lot of quick wit, but he can certainly hold his ground in back-and-forth that involves some romantic undertones and teasing. He’d be accustomed to some pretty crass gaming lobbies, so I imagine he doesn’t mind dishing out dirty jokes and innuendos in an attempt to fluster his crush. However, it’s way easier to dish it out than to take it – it doesn’t take long for his crush’s forward comments to absolutely break him down and leave him sputtering. Though he loses all battles like that, there are moments when he's sure they have complete privacy that he ventures some vulnerable compliments that can actually leave the other speechless. That is, until he immediately backtracks in an attempt to save face...

[misspoetree]

KinnPorsche + Text Posts: a quick Ep. 9 Rewatch Edition [Ep. 7 / Ep. 8]

[laeana]

The fic is getting written about celebrations but I’m still thinking a lot about what we witnessed.

Two boys who were so close during their year in moto3, sleeping in the same bed, but distance got in the way, to the point one of them would say “there’s no relationship between them”, meeting to fight for the championship twice.

And during that, they don’t hate each other, they compliment each other, they talk a lot with each other, they seek each other’s contact and touches, and there’s this spark of what once was, but they never hang out together unnecessarily, when they don’t have an excuse for it, they don’t reach out, as if they were convinced that it was somehow all said and done while they were still left aching.

And somehow in the midst of that one of them win the championship, when the other did the year before, and they keep insisting that it changes nothing to them, that they’re glad that it’s the other and not someone else, and after that one of them even post a message thanking the other for the year, swallowing his own bitterness because it’s him.

And after all of this, there’s the partying, the clubs, and although one of them has no obligation to come, he still shows up, just the way he has been invited to do it, he reaches out in a way that’s not a race or a podium, and the gap between them mend a little,

and yeah, I think it’s a lot and it’s beautiful.

[forceuseralona]

top 5 NICHOLAS SCENES!! heeehee 🤭 so many to choose from

BOTTOMS/Jeff - "I can't answer that question because I don't know how to read!"

2. MARY & GEORGE/George Villiers - his epic eye roll (I was trying very hard to not pick one of the many amazing nsfw scenes 😂😂)

3. THE IDEA OF YOU/Hayes Campbell - Guard Down music video

4. CHAMBERS/Elliot Lefevre - being a little sh*t ���

5. RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE/Henry Fox - coming out of the closet

this was in no particular order btw !!!

[coconut530]

Some derps for the past three Malevolent episodes ~ 🕷️👩🏻🎄

[kissingarthurclaus]

What if I told you Barb is a he/him lesbian to me? What then?

[lu-sn]

what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?

let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.

if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️

but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.

so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.

pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."

here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂

(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)

so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."

this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.

some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.

he ends up being pretty damn good at it.

so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂

vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.

(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"

vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Numbers 1, 13, 17, and 18 sound very interesting! Are there any snippets that you can share?

oh my 🥹 a lot to get through! hold on tight 💀

unnamed fic number one also known as spy, has a lot going on 😭

it’s very much inspired by the Alex Rider series (specifically the book: Point Blanc) - for those who don’t know what that is, it’s about a young boy whose uncle dies, and he becomes deeply entangled in a world of espionage while trying to find out who killed him. it’s really good, and they have a tv series out for which season 3 is airing in April - give it a watch! i take this concept and sort of run with it - so Harry is an in-coming seventh-year Hogwarts student who finds out his Godfather, Sirius, has died during an auror mission gone wrong. he knows someone isn’t being honest with him - and he doesn't plan on resting until he has answers. here’s a cut:

Harry takes a look around. What was it that Sirius’s mind healer used to say? Five things you can see?

He sees rows and rows of conjured chairs, a raised platform, delicately floating candles - unlit, and the billowing peak of the tent. More than ever Harry can hear Sirius’s dismay at the lack of clowns in attendance.

It’s safer here, so Harry cracks a smile and finally settles his eyes on the dark, gleaming black coffin in the very centre.

He walks carefully through the rows of chairs all circled around it and stops just before the platform raises. Harry feels the telltale sign of overwhelm brew like a potion just behind his eyes, but he shakes it off, tries to delay it. Harry is aware now that he stands there for a long, long while.

Taking a deep breath, Harry places both hands on the edge of the coffin lid and pushes up.

It doesn’t open.

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mockumentary, also known as fic number thirteen: triwizard tournament, was discussed a bit here! but it never fails to make me laugh, so i’ll share another little cut 🤣

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Olympe rises from her chair and towers over them. The camera tilts up until it can’t anymore and still cuts off the top of her head. She walks over to the balcony, ducking to pass through the doorway, and crosses her arms behind her back.

She gazes down at the fury of elegant chaos, a smirk creeping up her mouth. The seventh-year students are gliding to and fro, preparing to leave in abraxan-drawn carriages while the younger years watch on with wide, awe-filled eyes.

She continues, “Zhis year will not be une répétition of seventeen-ninety-two.”

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unnamed fic number seventeen, also known as assassins, is vague one 💀

when I originally wrote down this idea, it was this: spy fic concept - Tom is an assassin, and Harry is a spy; they keep running into each other on various missions and have developed an unlikely friendship. NON-LINEAR - back and forth between past and present narrative — here’s a cut!

When Tom arrived on location, it was to a mess.

Harry Potter never held any qualms or hesitations. If there was a job that needed doing, and the justifications were moral enough, he would do whatever it took to complete it successfully. Unfortunately for Tom (and the meaningless lives that tended to be involved), Harry Potter’s modus operandi typically included wide-scale destructive explosions or the occasional all-out brawl.

This particular scenario happened to showcase the latter.

Potter was panting over an unconscious body. Possibly unknowing to the splatter of blood dotting across his chin, cheeks and nose like crimson freckles. It seemed that he’d been here much longer than Tom - deep cover, likely for months now judging by his scruffier than usual appearance. That hair in particular.

Tom exhaled softly, and thought, He looks good in red.

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interview with a dark lord, also known as fic number eighteen, is pure nonsense 🤪 here's a cut:

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Harry glanced over his notes, shuffling them around once, then twice. His eyes fell on one of the many, many questions he and the other Gryffindors had compiled over the night.

“Would you say your field is expanding or decreasing?” Harry asked.

“Decreasing,” Voldemort replied without hesitation. Harry’s scar prickled with something vast and telling - something that felt a lot like immense satisfaction.

A morbid curiosity reared its ugly head. “Really?” he asked and squinted his eyes a bit at Voldemort, looking him up and down. “You don’t seem to be taking that very hard?”

“Yes, and why would I, Potter?” Voldemort leaned back and crossed his legs, definitely looking smug. “It is not Dark Lords; it is Dark Lord. If my field is narrowing, and I remain the only one, all’s the better.”

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[orchidyoonkook]

Hey orchid! I'm going to Ateez tonight too! Hope you have an amazing time!

Omg babe I hope you had the absolute BEST TIME EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[blarefordaglare]

Faults and Secrets

Or Sky is a failure and cue dad time. 

Or Sky does embroidery because I say so. He and legend chill while sewing ‘n stuff but legend ain’t the focus he gets reprise from the torture I have for him… 😈

…

The chosen hero hated secrets.

His hands ran through the embroidery, over and over again. He could feel the faint burn of skin peeling from the harsh fabric, leaving behind pieces of red flesh not ready for the world yet.

Over a dozen eras of pain and dystopia, and it was all his fault. 

The pattern is all his fault. 

Sky was tough, he could go a whole life knowing the land his feet were stuck on will never remain peaceful, but he put his family in danger. That, he could not live with. 

“What have I done?” His wings gone matte as the words slipped off his tongue, “What have I done?” His fingers increased in speed as he rubbed against the fabric, soft droplets of now-blood staining the once courageous tunic. He wasn’t courageous, he was selfish. Sacrificing the people he loved for a short lived peace.

He was a monster. 

“Everything alright over there?” The soft yet put together ringing of Legend’s voice broke through the once quiet evening, towering over his own thoughts.

Sky gave him a teary-eyed look, one of sympathy and apology, “I’m sorry.” With that, the ‘hero’ exited the lit clearing, leaving nothing but a stained tunic in the once gathered spot. He shouldn’t think it’s his fault, he knows that, but his brain rings out that it is. And when was his brain ever wrong? 

By the time the fairy arrived at the goddess statue, he was almost certain the mud would stay on his legs forever. He didn’t deserve the wings, the light, or the magic. He found it fascinating how his Zelda’s said appearance changed over time. They never seemed to get her features quite right, like how her eyes glow ever so slightly when she smiles, or how her hair has a feeling of silky gold. 

Or maybe it was just him, he didn’t deserve her anyway. 

And so the Skyloftian sat, staring blankly at the hand carved stone. I wish you were here, Zel. Maybe you could have saved me this time. Sky doesn’t deserve the freedom of crying, he has nothing to cry over. The pain that was inflicted on everybody was enough-

A soft chime bounced through the water surrounding the statue, startling the boy. It wasn’t his own, he didn’t deserve connection, not after what he done. The Skyloftian looked behind him, only to be met with a hero, who was forced into battle too young, “Is everything alright?” He knew his voice sounded force, strained. He held back the urge to echo back to the fellow fairy, “Nobody is hurt, are they?” They probably were, he left them. Forced them to live a terrible fate. 

The fairy in question simply stepped over, until he fluttered and landed softly onto the others shoulder, “The champion made dinner.” 

“Not hungry,” 

Time sighed, looking at the other hero, “You know, I defeated Ganon before.” 

“I know.” 

“And despite that,” The bright flutter of the man’s wings began to settle, switching for a more melancholy feeling, “I lost my best friend.” 

Sky looked skeptically at the voice next to him, confusion flickering through his eyes. “But,” he scrambled through his hands, as if trying to catch the thoughts, “But you saved Hyrule.” 

The mostly green wings flashed a glow of what looked like accomplishment, before quickly returning to normal, “There is a difference between saving the world, and creating a utopia,” Time paused, collecting his thoughts, “It’s not your fault, son.” 

Sky could feel his face crack and crumple, his shoulders tensing and relaxing at a fast rate. Hot tears dripped down his face as he dropped himself it the other’s embrace. He wanted to chime out all his pain, but instead he just sat and cried. Somehow that felt better.

“It’s not your fault.”

[sskk-manifesto]

Finally got around to watching ep 11 (´；ω；｀)

[luuxxart]

continuing my x-files obsession with a very loose shiromura plot about alien hunting (but it’s not actually abt the aliens)

[peaches2217]

EDIT: just kidding 😅 I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t jump the gun, no matter how much progress I think I’ve made. I need to stick to my word. If anyone catches me on Tumblr before my AO3 updates, please flood my PMs and/or inbox with vitriol and reminders to do better. I’ll be back when I’m of use once more! Hopefully that’ll be sooner rather than later. 💗

I regret to inform y’all that I’ve returned. I’m so sorry. 😅

I failed in that I don’t have anything ready to publish right this second, but I succeeded in that I made a lot of progress on several pieces! My pathetic ass couldn’t stave off the cravings for social interaction any longer, so I figured I’d call that a win and isolate myself again if I haven’t published anything by this time next week. Call it a probational period.

I’ll do my best to stay quiet in the meantime! You’ll be seeing more worthwhile content from me soon~