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by Harrisad25
Her name was Anastasia Carina Evans. She was a freak according to her aunt and a demon according to the matron at her orphanage. They tried to beat her down to keep her soft and quiet after all that is an omegas place, but she was not born to be quiet and soft she was made to bring the world to its knees and she would.
Not really good at summaries but read the story it’ll be good I promise.
Words: 6633, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Underage
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter, Death (Harry Potter)
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black/Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory, Angelina Johnson/Fred Weasley, Alicia Spinnet/George Weasley, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Orion Black/Walburga Black, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Cygnus Black/Druella Rosier Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Andromeda Black/ Barty Crouch jr., Abraxas Malfoy/ Daphne Greengrass
Additional Tags: Dark Lord Harry Potter, Female Harry Potter, Sane Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, BAMF Harry Potter, Business Women, Original Character(s), Out of Character, Insanity, Black Family-centric (Harry Potter), Good Malfoy Family (Harry Potter), Good Tom Riddle, Dark Tom Riddle, Seer Luna Lovegood, Master of Death Harry Potter, Death, Overpowered Harry Potter, Alpha Tom Riddle, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Harry Potter, Overpowered Tom Riddle, Professor Tom Riddle, Dark Lord Tom Riddle, Prophecy, Alpha Harry
by harpsichordsandthelit
It is the world where the first word that your soulmate will speaks to you inked black on your skin. The word will change to color when your soulmate speaks it to you.
Harry Potter’s soulmark has always been dark green, inked deep into his skin. The word that looks so beautiful to his eyes even though he doesn’t know its meaning. Sometimes he wondered where his soulmate was now or whether they know he is their soulmate. His soulmate must be older than him and found him at such a young age when he couldn’t even speak. Every night Harry traces his finger on his soulmark and know there is someone out there who’ll love him unconditionally. He keeps his hope up until he was eleven and find out the meaning behind the word.
It’s not good.
No, “Avada Kedavra” is definitely the worst kind of first word anyone would have.
*This story was written in Thai/เรื่องนี้เป็นภาษาไทย*
Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: ไทย
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Minor Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
by Eriyum
When Harry speaks out against light extremists, the ministry silences him forever. No one expected the veil to help him to step out of one life and stumble into another. Harry has to decide if he will take this chance to change the future or live quietly for himself. Slash. Time travel.
Words: 2242, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters, All them grandparents but young
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Slash, Rebirth
i have been laughing for 10 mins
are you still mad that I gave up long before you did?
hey, i read your rec list and fell in love with dust in your pocket. do you know any other fics like it?
by ‘other fics like it’ i’m going to assume you mean femslash tomarry fics, not vaguely steampunk tomarry aus (which would also be incredibly valid.) however, i will grab at any excuse to talk about fem tomarry
femslash tomarry/harrymort recs
at first and fierce affirming sight by @being-luminous is probably my favorite on this list. it’s a one-shot featuring Giant Immortal Snake Queen Tom Riddle and Tiny And Incredibly Smitten Harry Potter: Life Companions. i just adore tom’s characterization in this one
til death do us part (i know that you are mine) by @artsy-death is a short, smutty one-shot featuring a master of death, universe-hopping harry who harbors a minor obsession with tom riddle (across most universes) and of course a deliciously possessive and sadistic tom to top it off.
if you like dark themed tomarry, tag, you’re it by @whotooklortan is perfect. obsessive tom, kidnapped harry, and a wonderful case of stockholm syndrome. i personally like my toms as sociopathic as possible, and i adore this fic
for the well loved Tomarry As Academic Rivals That Also Occasionally Have Hate-Sex trope i offer you favourite pastime by @hookedonthesky
and finally, wolf_of_lilacs has written a ton of great fem tomarry/harrymort fics. here is the link to their collection
go forth and read fanfiction !
hey, i read your rec list and fell in love with dust in your pocket. do you know any other fics like it?
by ‘other fics like it’ i’m going to assume you mean femslash tomarry fics, not vaguely steampunk tomarry aus (which would also be incredibly valid.) however, i will grab at any excuse to talk about fem tomarry
femslash tomarry/harrymort recs
at first and fierce affirming sight by @being-luminous is probably my favorite on this list. it’s a one-shot featuring Giant Immortal Snake Queen Tom Riddle and Tiny And Incredibly Smitten Harry Potter: Life Companions. i just adore tom’s characterization in this one
til death do us part (i know that you are mine) by @artsy-death is a short, smutty one-shot featuring a master of death, universe-hopping harry who harbors a minor obsession with tom riddle (across most universes) and of course a deliciously possessive and sadistic tom to top it off.
if you like dark themed tomarry, tag, you’re it by @whotooklortan is perfect. obsessive tom, kidnapped harry, and a wonderful case of stockholm syndrome. i personally like my toms as sociopathic as possible, and i adore this fic
for the well loved Tomarry As Academic Rivals That Also Occasionally Have Hate-Sex trope i offer you favourite pastime by @hookedonthesky
and finally, wolf_of_lilacs has written a ton of great fem tomarry/harrymort fics. here is the link to their collection
go forth and read fanfiction !
This snippet will plague me for weeks on end! arrghhhh!!
“Your wands, if you please,” the worker said, motioning towards it.
Without pause, and to Harry’s great shock, Malfoy pulled out his wand. He slipped it into one of the open holes in the wall without question, then tied the bag shut.
“Mokeskin containers,” he explained to Harry, who was surely watching Malfoy surrender his wand unquestionably in utter shock.
“Mokeskin…?”
“Of course. It’s a standard policy at places like this—the decent ones, anyway. Mokeskin makes it so no one but the rightful owner of the wand can retrieve it.”
Harry took a moment to consider that. Really, he thought, it was quite genius. Having a bunch of wizards getting drunk in a public space did seem like a recipe for disaster, and making it so that they all had to keep their wands out of reach was an excellent way to mitigate any potential damage. Mokeskin was probably the only foolproof way to ensure that the owners of the wands would not have them stolen.
It also must have been bloody expensive too, Harry thought. He knew the mokeskin bag that Hagrid had once gotten him was far from cheap.
Unwittingly, Harry recalled the last time he had seen that bag. When Voldemort had forced him to open it, to reveal all his most precious items…
Maybe I have an affection for broken and damaged things.
…before vanishing them all, forever.
“It’s perfectly safe,” the worker said, drawing Harry’s focus back to the present. “At Cloak and Laurel we take the utmost pride in making sure that all of our—”
“Just take us in,” Malfoy interrupted in a drawl. The worker gave Harry a questioning a look, but didn’t seem to want to argue with Malfoy or ask anything of Harry at all. He eventually nodded stiffly, then opened the door for them to go in. Evocative, jazzy music met their ears, and Harry could see more faerie lights illuminating a much larger space.
Harry swallowed hard. Malfoy didn’t think he had a wand, that was perfectly clear. Harry was perfectly content to let him—and everyone who worked here—think that. He took a deep breath and followed Malfoy into Cloak and Laurel.
The second he stepped over the threshold, the doorway lit up in blue.
Malfoy whipped around, his confused, pale face glowing blue from the now glowing doorway. His magic become bright and frazzled, as did that of the worker’s.
“S-so sorry, sir,” the worker said. “But I must ask that you stow your wand at the front like Mr. Malfoy did. It’s for the protection of all of our clients…”
Harry tensed. He really didn’t want to give away that he had a wand at all, let alone the Dark Lord’s wand…
Malfoy stared at him with his brows raised but said nothing. Harry, not seeing a way around it, slowly reached into his pocket. He reluctantly withdrew the yew wand.
quick animation of the most inspiring voice over of the most inspiring comic ever….
i didn’t ask permission so i hope it’s ok
original comic
voice over
An unfinished fanart of Yeni(?) from the manhwa ‘Seduce the Villain’s Father.’ When I first saw I her, she really caught my attention with her hair similar to cotton candy and big blue eyes, so I just had to try to draw her.
A rough-lineart fanart of Aria Roscente from the manhwa “The villainess reverses the hourglass.”
I tried Paint Tool Sai for this one, instead of the usual Medibang, and I gotta admit, it turned out good. A few more tweaks here and there, it’ll been much better.
This is Tom Lucitor by the way, from ‘Star vs. The Forces of Evil.’ Though I’ve never watched the show, Tom catched my eye so I decided to draw him.
Download this free brushset here!
Contributions greatly appreciated but not necessary! Can’t wait to see what everyone creates with these. Please open the “README” txt document first for full install instructions and a link to the video downloads.
Dippin’ sauce from Gravity Falls!
And you guys may notice a few (a lot, actually) mistakes in the background and that is because I really had a hard time drawing it, that’s why these effects cover those mistakes (mostly).
I didn’t have the patience to read through the incomprehensible Chinese translation of Google, that is why I didn’t get to finish it. But I loved the morally ambiguous start of the story, it was interesting and mind-blowing with it’s complexity in both characters and the relationships.
Ah, I really wished that the translations in Ao3 would just update, so I could satiate my thirst for this fic.
I finally finished reading 47 days to change in chinese. It’s seriously been an ordeal to read this fic, on the count of me struggling through the chinese and the fic itself being sometimes too intense for my fragile constitution. what drew me to it ultimately was how interesting the premise of the story was, and the manner in which the drama unfolded. i’m not exactly sure how i feel about it though? It is for sure one of the most original and interesting fics I’ve read. I’d like to say elements of it are challenging, but i don’t think challenging is the right word for it. perhaps if one wants to keep on reading it, they shouldn’t have any expectations of closure or of sound ethics.
spoilers below
Keep reading
A different form, a different time
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I CANT STOP LAUGHIG FJFJJ
The Fall (2006) dir. Tarsem Singh
Costume design by Eiko Ishioka
A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.
a snippet from an upcoming fic of Harry and friends playing with a ouija board, talking to an entity that calls itself V
Harry sighs. “It isn’t real, Lav—”
“But what if it is?” Parvati asks, interrupting. “What if V can prove it?”
Harry raises one eyebrow. “How?”
Parvati purses her lips. Then her eyes light up with an idea. “Ask the board something V could only know if it was telling the truth.”
Harry hesitates. It’d have to be something that none of his friends know, otherwise they’d no doubt influence the answer.
Finally, he thinks of something.
“Alright then, V,” he says, keeping his voice steady, “how did my parents die?”
For a long moment, the planchette doesn’t move; then it does.
‘M,’ ‘U,’ ‘R,’ ‘D,’ ‘E,’ ‘R.’
Harry stares down at it, and he feels an absurd urge to laugh. When he looks up from the board, he sees Lavender has gone pale. Parvati looks uncomfortable. Ginny leans her head on his shoulder.
“Is it true?” Luna asks.
Harry lets out a shuddering breath. He knew it was fake. He knew it. But still, there had been some small part of him that’d wondered… Well. Not anymore.
“No,” he says, “it isn’t. My parents died in a car crash.”
Honestly the sheer drama of Tom Riddle and his You-Know-Who nonsense...bitch changes his name to the tackiest french nonsense he can conceive of. and then doesn't even let people use it. What was the point Tom? What was the fucking point?
Unarmed Black Man With Hands Up Shot By Police.
Charles Kinsey, 47, a behavior therapist from South Florida was shot in the leg three times by the police in North Miami while laying on the ground with his arms up and trying to help his patient with autism who had run away from a group home.
It all started when someone called 911 and said there was a man walking around with a gun. However it was Kinsey’s patient who was sitting on the ground cross-legged, playing with a toy truck.
Charles got shot by police despite telling them he was only trying to help his patient.
The police shot him, handcuffed him and left him on ground bleeding.
North Miami police have not released much information at all. They haven’t released the officer’s name, they haven’t given us an update on the investigation. However, they did say that the state attorney is now a part of this investigation.
#CharlesKinsey #BlackLivesMatter
#StopPoliceBrutality #NorthMiamiPoliceDepartment
suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it
On the eve of Harry’s thirty-fifth birthday (seventeen years, two months, twenty-nine days, four hours and seven minutes since Harry watched Lord Voldemort fall at his feet), Harry receives his soulmate timer. It has been twenty years since each one of his peers received their own soulmark timers.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, sipping his tea, when his wrist began to burn. The teacup rolled off the table, shattered on the floor, spilling sweet tea in rivulets down the table legs.
– 33.08.29.22.24.15
Harry read the numbers slowly. It was a long, negative number. Longer than average for someone his age. 33 years, 8 months, 29 days, 22 hours, 24 minutes, 15 seconds.
Harry touches the small numbers on his wrist. As he watches, the timer ticks over.
– 33.08.29.22.25.03
It has been seventeen years, two months, twenty-eight days since the Battle of Hogwarts.
Harry is thirty-four years, eleven months, and thirty days old.
Who had he met thirty-three years, eight months, twenty-nine days, and twenty two hours from now? It is custom, in their society, to be able to calculate dates and times. It’s the difference between knowing one’s soulmate and not.
Harry feels his muscles lock, his breath freeze in his lungs, his throat swell.
31st October 1981, 20:13pm.
At one year, three months, and eight hours of age, Harry Potter had met Lord Voldemort.
— — — — — —
Harry’s birthday is on a Friday. He is supposed to go into work. There are stacks of incomplete reports on his desk that he must finish. Harry does not go to work. Harry goes to his vault.
This is not the first time Harry has encountered the thought that Voldemort was his soulmate. It had been theorized, over the years. The Quibbler ran an article on it, to Hermione’s rage. Everyone had received soulmate timers. Harry and Voldemort had not.
Harry sits in Gringotts, an angry goblin dropping him off at his vault, and he looks at the hollow horcrux corpses. There is a twisted diadem. A split locket. A cracked stone. A shriveled snake carcass. A destroyed diary. A bent cup.
Harry skims his fingers over the magical artefacts. They do not call to him. They do not reach out. They are empty.
There are two horcruxes not in this pile. There is one on Harry’s forehead, a faint lightning scar, and there is a pile of ashes, long blown out in the wind, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
It has now been seventeen years, two months, and thirty days since Voldemort fell at the Battle of Hogwarts.
Harry does not know what has changed, but something has.
— Lemony Snicket
This just killed me. It's so beautiful ╯﹏╰
At last, Harry stands before Voldemort in a blood-soaked field, the taste of copper and ash coating Harry’s tongue. The sound of war has faded into the background as the soulmates stare one another down. Things could have gone differently. Harry could have given himself up as requested, could have walked through the Forbidden Forest to his doom. But Harry is not willing to chance that Voldemort will live through this. He’s fought his way through countless Death Eaters to stand here in Voldemort’s way.
It has come to this at last and there are but two pieces of soul left to destroy, one in himself and one in the tall, inhuman frame barely ten metres away.
Harry is tired. Harry is ready for this to be over.
“You have lost,” Voldemort taunts.
“No,” Harry replies simply, raising his wand.
And then Voldemort is tilting his head, studying Harry in a silent moment. His eyes have narrowed, but they are oddly unthreatening.
“No?” Voldemort repeats, tasting the word, his normally high-pitched voice toned low.
“No,” Harry states calmly.
“You should have told me,” Voldemort says, then. There’s a holy fire in Voldemort’s eyes that Harry hasn’t seen ignited before. Unlike the light of obsession and rage and violence, this flame does not call for bloodshed. Instead, it burns with possessive wonder.
And Harry knows, right at that moment, that Voldemort has figured it out. That he hadn’t until then.
“I thought it was obvious,” Harry answers instead, the wand in his grip warming, tone dry, gesturing to the space between them. “How else would you explain this?”
“I suppose it was,” Voldemort replies, considering. “And I have been too far gone to see it. Though, looking back, it explains a much-needed drive to find you. Come here, soulmate. Be with me.”
It’s like a punch in the chest, wringing his lungs dry. It hurts his very soul to hear Voldemort acknowledge their bond, it hurts more than Umbridge’s punishments, more than seeing his godfather fall through The Veil, more than hearing the wails of Hermione as she’s tortured by an insane witch.
But pain is all Harry knows, all he’s ever known. Harry ignores those words, knows Voldemort is trying to draw him in with the same glowing warmth of an angler fish's lure, positioning Harry just before the strike. Harry knows that he must die to bring Voldemort down. That mutually assured destruction is the only way. So he ignores those words, ignores the potential of even more future words that Voldemort will whisper but is physically incapable of meaning, and stands his ground, staring Voldemort down with cold steel in his eye.
“It is considered a foul reflection of one’s character for their soulmate’s first word to be no,” Voldemort states abruptly. “It is poor form for your destined companion to deny you instantly. I would never have considered the words of my soulmate to have been spoken by a toddler as I raised my wand against his mother.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Harry retorts humourlessly, wand-hand beginning to tremor lightly with exhaustion, but he keeps it steadily trained on Voldemort. “Imagine if your soulmark was the death curse.”
Voldemort doesn’t reply to that, instead still and calm, unnaturally at peace.
“I thought I had killed you long ago, for I’ve heard so many noes from so many strangers,” Voldemort then eventually replies, contemplative. “Though if I must have an equal, I suppose I would only accept it, if it were to be you. After all, you already have a bit of my soul, don’t you?”
Harry realizes things are rapidly going downhill. Voldemort has figured out what he is; Harry sees this going one of two ways.
“Fight me,” Harry whispers sharply, inhaling deep.
“No,” Voldemort states simply, lowering his wand, lip twitching as if telling an inside joke.
Harry shrugs, embodiment of indifference, and lowers his wand.
Voldemort smiles and it is a cruel expression.
Harry thinks to himself, quietly in the confines of his mind, Extinguo Animarum. The wand in his hand glows gently at first but then, in a moment of sudden movement, a golden bubble explodes from his wand and entraps Voldemort and himself in a sphere of his own design.
“You didn’t,” Voldemort says.
Harry tries to laugh at the aghast nature of Voldemort’s tone, but a dry sob heaves out of his chest instead.
Voldemort could never expect this, would never, because Voldemort could not possibly imagine doing something like this himself.
“Extinguisher of Souls,” Voldemort whispers and he does not struggle. Voldemort knows there is no way out of this now. “You are mine, Harry Potter, in this life and the next. Do not forget.”
The glowing, golden orb sears ever brighter. It fills with blinding light, piercing into Harry’s chest as it floods Voldemort. Voldemort’s eyes never leave Harry’s, upper lip twitching in an expression Harry cannot decipher.
This is right, this is what you are made for, Harry tells himself in the moment as the light swells to unbearableness, glows in his glasses, a reflection of his life in a solitary beam of light.
Harry hears the words echo in the timelessness between moments as his soul is ripped apart, as he feels his connection to Voldemort shatter as his soulmate is obliterated by purifying, heatless flame, as they are torn violently from the mortal plane in the mutually assured destruction of Harry’s own making.
No.
Avada Kedavra.
What a couple they make.
I get asked a lot for tips with coloring black people, so i put together a little tutorial! (and bumps my kofi if you found this helpful)
Hello, I am an amateur artist who loves a lot of things and I hope to share my journey of improvement here (and some stuff I do)
