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daughterofyourdarklord · 2 years

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Voldemort glanced back at the young witch, almost startled. "Be careful," she had said, as though he was not - as though she thought him careless.

But no. That was not it, not her reasoning. It was a remark not meant to be borne of condescension, but of concern.

Delphini was always seemingly so concerned for him, ever since she was very small. He thought she had outgrown her childish anxieties, but here she was, nearly fifteen years past the very last time she had slipped into bed between himself and Bella, still imploring him to be careful.

She had never outgrown her fears, had she?

"Where does it come from?" He asked, voice low, soft, considering. A scientist analyzing a puzzle, wrapping his head around a new variable. "Your concern. Your..." Her love, he supposed, but he did not say it aloud. Instead he cut off, shrugging. "What - what does it feel like?" - asktheheirofslytherin

She cocked her head as she considered His words. Each of them studying each other now, that same pensive look, same tilted face, pursed lip.

He'd never asked her anything like this before. Mother had always said on some level that Father couldn't comprehend emotions in the same way they could. Delphini had taken that to mean He was never really shown them, not properly. So how to explain a feeling to someone who can't even begin to identify them?

"It comes from here." She started, her wand hand reaching up to press on her chest, studying to see if that at all resonated with Him and trying not to imagine how feeble the movement made her look. "It's like.." She drifted off, thinking of emotions and feelings she knew He was familiar with. Anger. Pain. Loss.

"..It's like I picture a world without you. A time where you're not here to lend me your instruction, to show me how to hold a wand, or what books will help with that complicated spell. Where you're not here to speak parsel with, to poke fun at our family, or to keep us safe.. A place without my father." She tries to be careful with her wording, tries not to overwhelm Him with too many details. "It hurts. Thinking about that world. It makes me upset. I know such a thing will never come to fruition, I know it. But because it is such a horrible thought I can't so easily push it to the wayside."

He looks contemplative still, a part of Delphini is worried she angered Him, not meaning for her words to come off within an inch of doubt. Not meaning to appear weak for the feelings she cannot control.

“It’s not that I don’t understand your skill - you’re the most capable wizard to have ever walked.” She breathed, hand running through her curls. One more deep breath. “You always told me not to trust anyone, that wizards would want to hurt me because I am yours. Taking you away would be the best way that they could ever dream of hurting mother or I. I know it won’t happen, but all my life you essentially promised me that they would try.” She smiled, somehow nervous but trying to mask it. “You also promised me you’d never let them hurt me.. So really, you do have to be careful, Father.”

@asktheheirofslytherin

#stop I rewrote this like 8 millions times and I still cannot #how to explain emotions to our Lord and Savior Voldemort #a novella written by Delphini Black shortly before he avada her into nothingness #I can only imagine how UN fucking COMFORTABLE this conversation is making daddio #does is resonate??#unlikely #maybe?#Del's not exactly the worlds best teacher #christ #delphini #delphi #lord voldemort #our favorite #dademort #bellamort if you squint

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ibenology · 10 months

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I just keep adding to this and it’s slowly going from a meme to something I might have to talk to my therapist about

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 6 months

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getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.

you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)

and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.

#not a shitpost #and as long as you are alive there will be another good moment waiting for you in the future #the profound joy of your favorite foods #the incalculable luxury of waking up and lounging in bed and falling back asleep #a cold glass of water after a walk in the hot sun #petting an excited dog. a cat rubbing up against your ankle. the sight of a confused chicken #glorious these beads we string together to form our own existence #getting older means time is passing. and i hope you are passing that time in ways that make you happy #i hope you have so many moments of joy that they can be as easily counted as drops of water in the ocean

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inkskinned · 1 year

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

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wolvix-arachvian · 6 months

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Something I’ve always thought is interesting in stories are imperfect divinities. (Lil bit of writer-rambling below)

Gods are born from people, and even if they are supposed to be perfect or benevolent they can inherit flaws that shape how the culture and an outsider can see them.

Something I adore seeing is when this is *addressed*, or even *embraced* by that culture. That gods can be as flawed as a person, or be flawed in their own unique ways that reflect on their domain.

In my own worldbuilding, I’ve tried to have all gods have a theme of ‘what makes a person’, good and bad.

The god of creativity and labor, is also the god of obsession.

The goddess of learning and knowledge governs insanity and madness.

The goddess of love and willpower also embodies fear.

It’s something fun to play with, not just with the divine taking the role of exaggerations of their domains, but in that it’s fun to find what flaws mix well with their essence.

#wol is rambling #this thought brought to you by lightly self-indulgent writing about a character I want to introduce in a friend group #and a bit thinking about Rain World #especially pebbles #our favorite #HORRIBLY FLAWED #passing god

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hansoeii · 8 months

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Do you think of me?

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hyacinthsdiamonds · 1 year

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Production houses: but if the writers stay on strike we can't guarantee the future safety of your favorite shows 🥺🥺😭😭

Viewers who 1, have already lost their favorite shows because they were cancelled in spite of good ratings and good reviews or 2, have stopped watching new content entirely until the entire series has aired and concluded as a result of so many good shows getting cancelled on cliffhangers and thus leaving said viewers unable to gain closure with those characters and with a hollow viewing experience, so they've begun a, watching older shows they know came to a planned conclusion or b, revisiting their old favorites and enjoying the nostalgia or c, reading new books or fanfic instead: YOU ALREADY CAN'T GUARANTEE THE FUTURE OF OUR SHOWS SO GET FUCKING WRECKED AND PAY WRITERS WHAT THEY DESERVE!