#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

[misspoetree]

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

[ndcgalitzine]

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 ~ 🕷️👩🏻🎄

[rexscanonwife]

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.")

[frau-wilhelm-klink]

I mean this in the most affectionate way possible, of course.

But hey, that's okay! Somebody has to keep the people in Geneva busy😂

[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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[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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[chimpukampu]

Barbarian Link

This is from a switcharound collab art made by these awesome artists!

Sketch - @alkturos

Lineart - @pastelsandpining

Colouring - @bellecream

Shading - @keikbird

Background - me

[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；｀)

[galadae]

okay I have thoughts on the reposter fanart post lol I mean the original post is wild but it's more complicated than that too, and I just feel the need to yell bc there's some info missing, sorry, you can ignore me if you want

The twt algorithm is fucked to be sure, but #Portfolioday posts, like the one in the example that got less engagement, are usually made by artists looking for work, and people hiring artists can browse the hashtag and reach out if they're interested. It's a networking thing. It's always nice if it gets extra traction ofc! But there is a professional element to it that not everyone might feel comfy interacting with in the usual way. Like, would you leave an unhinged comment on someone's professional website? Probably not. Posting art with a fun engaging caption that doesn't sound strictly professional is bound to get better results.

I'm sure there is absolutely an element of intimidation, and I completely agree we shouldn't put anyone big in fandom on pedestals. I'm guilty of it as well, I just don't think that's the only thing going on here.

[bethanyactually]

fic aesthetic: place a poppy in my hair by @scarletslippers

“So, uh, what are you wearing?” Nancy laughs softly and looks meaningfully down at her oversized cardigan and jeans before taking his question seriously. She knows his thoughts must run deeper than inquiring about her attire for the Lovers’ Vigil. “Why, you want to make sure we match?” “No, I, uh, I don’t know.” He ducks his head in a blush. “I just wanted to know if you’d be wearing a flower crown again.”

Happy belated birthday, Allison! 🌸

[luuxxart]

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