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[phoebe-delia]

About Me

Hello everyone! Here are some facts about me and this blog :)

My name is Phoebe, though my friends have come up with all manner of nicknames for me, and I love them very much (both my friends and the nicknames). I use she/her pronouns, and I'm (many years) over 18 (Also, while I'm at it, this blog is 18+ so minors DNI please!)

I do not support JKR or her views whatsoever. (If you care to know more: I don't buy merch, the books, video games, steam the movies, or put my money in her pocket. I also will not be watching the HBO show. I only engage with fan-controlled, non-monetized spaces like tumblr and AO3. Queer and trans people deserve love, safety, security, healthcare, privacy, and the same rights as anyone else).

I also do NOT use Generative AI (Even if I didn't have numerous ethical problems with it, I also just love writing and creating too much to let a machine do it for me!! My em dashes are all my own, folks!) I will also never knowingly promote anything derived by AI, so if you see me do so by mistake please kindly let me know.

SALS, KINKTOMATO, DLDR

This blog is a safe space, for you AND for me, so please be kind!

Please feel free to translate, podfic, or make art for anything I write (but please please tag me so I can see it!!!)

But please don't write sequels, prequels, or any kind of continuations of my work (And, if it's not obvious from before, never ever use AI in the creation of any art, podfics or translations of my fanwork.)

Reblog; don't repost 💛

Please feel free to send a prompt request if you want, but please don't have any expectations. Not everything inspires me. Sometimes it takes a while to inspire me, sometimes I'm in a writing slump, sometimes I'm swamped with other WIPS or Real Life. (We're talking potentially years, y'all. No joke I've saved prompts and filled them actual calendar years later. If you really want to send one, you're more than welcome to, but I'm just setting expectations low 😂).

Side blog where I post random thoughts: @pheeby-deeby

Side blog where YOU can submit a rec of YOUR favorite Drarry fic(s): @drarry-fic-rambling (details are on that page)

Here is my fic masterlist!

[angeldog5]

animals

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: tremble | rating: E, thoughts of sex in Animagus form

Voldemort plunged the world into eternal winter's night and ended the war. No one knew if he meant to do it—after all, who wanted to be Minister of Nothing?—but everyone agreed that he hadn't intended to die.  Die‚ of course—death—was a loose term.  Draco hadn't thought so. He'd thought, once you die you're dead. But that was before the remnants of the Order found him and sent him searching for horcruxes. Draco had been their very last pick, but no one else had an animagus form that could withstand the frigid dark—just Draco, and Potter.

. Even wolf eyes can't find Potter in the void; occasionally a moonbeam slips over the wall of cloud, but not tonight.  Draco trots on, towards the crooked silhouette of a tree. Judging by scent, there is a hollow beneath its roots. He points his teeth at the hidden moon and howls, stretching the note so long it trembles.  His ears twitch forwards and backwards, listening for a response. Soon, a cry pierces the snowfall. Potter glides into sight. His wings beat once, twice, vanishing the distance between them. He settles overhead on an ice-encrusted branch and caws. Thankfully, the hollow is big enough for them. Draco digs out the packed snow. He wraps his body around Potter's sleek feathers. 

Green, he remembers with a start, half-dreaming. In the sun, Potter's eyes had been a bright, special green.

.

Harry shifts back on the tail end of a nightmare. His wings had been on fire. Snape was using them as candles to read by.  He pants, trembles, too cold, disoriented. Draco whines against his ribs. Sleeping still, he bares his long, white fangs. Lately, Harry can't get away from the thought of being consumed by him.

"Potter," Draco's voice is half-shifted, snarling dread, hope, and hunger. "What's wrong?" 

Draco's paws on his waist. Draco's breath on his face. "Potter. Harry." 

"Cold," Harry says. 

A tongue chases the blood in his neck. Teeth hug sharp vertebrae. Draco licks a warming charm over his skin, which immediately starts to fade.

"Hard for you," Harry mumbles, pressing his nose into Draco's armpit. "Need you so bad." 

"Alright, alright." 

Frozen dirt meets Harry's chest and he trills. Birds have one hole for everything. It's a different feeling, being mounted in the one hole for everything, even though Harry's a human right now. He's never been good at it—humanity, having only really gotten a single, infant year of it. Sometimes shifting is like remembering and sometimes it’s like forgetting. After he pries him open, Draco drools heat inside Harry. He uses tongue and teeth, gnawing and sucking. It burns when Draco enters him. It hurts when he pushes Harry's cheek into the freezing ground. Draco used to play the piano. Does he remember this about himself? Every night, Harry listened to him play through the floor with an extendable ear until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Spread over the ground, Harry's wings tremble. He rakes ice and earth beneath talons. Draco thuds into him like howling into the void: Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Harry is fire inside. He meets the force of Draco’s hips to say I’m here, I'm here, right here.

Love is just the heat you need to keep on living, Harry thinks, coming in anguished spurts which freeze before hitting the ground.

That’s really all it is.

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[smllscallywag]

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

[hollanovbiter]

no like the craziest part about hollanov is that when shane’s situationship of 8 years started crying his first instinct was to crawl in his lap. like what an insane thing to do for someone you don’t know that well. and of course freak4freak ilya eats it up

[smokingrozanov]

Ilya: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Shane: baby, of course. I would take such good care of you. Get you the nicest dirt I could. & I’d bring you to the rink every day so you could wiggle around on the ice :)

Ilya: okay :D would you still love me if I was bad at hockey?

Shane: Please don’t ask me that

[inkshaman]

I would kill to hear the insults Jed Bartlet would come up with for Donald Trump if given the chance.

[geekysteven]

A common theme in science fiction is that if you're in space, don't trust a corporation. And Earth is in space

[nicolegendary]

i knowwwwww in my heart ilya would love taking shanes last name and after they have kids referring to their family unit as hollanders. ilya turning around to the backseat like okey hollanders here is plan. we are going to be in and out of costco in thirty minutes. you may choose ONE item each. if we get separated we meet at optometrist. we will get ice creams on the way out as long as everyone is cool and nobody tells dad. hollanders on three.

[exhuastedpigeon]

The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?

[cykelops]

chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.

[bugslibraryy]

Nurse Shane Security Guard Ilya Headcanon Universe

Headcanons

The OG Headcanon

A patient drew a picture of Shane

Shift break nap

Mini thoughts

How they spend days off

Sexual dynamic

Shane meal preps for Ilya

Who proposes

Shane finds out Ilya bought his engagement ring the same week they became boyfriends

On Halloween Ilya dresses up as a slutty nurse

There’s a dog! At the hospital!

Shane gets Ilya a ring too

How Shane looks after Ilya after a bad shift

Night shift exhaustion **new

Middle of the next sex ** new

Extras

Art of Nurse Shane + Security Guard Ilya by @cosien

Who is Benjamin

[penandinkprincess]

laughing because i KNOW shane was so precise and textbook perfect when he assembled that campfire.

he set up the most beautiful teepee of sticks that anyone has ever seen and brought out the big guns by also setting up a log cabin arrangement of the thicker logs to make sure they'd have a good burn time on this fire. the mathematical precision in the angles and choice of thickness? gorgeous. stunning. he even shaved off wood shavings for tinder instead of using paper or pre-bought firestarter. if he wasn't afraid of fumbling it and ruining it, he would have used flint. as it is, he got it with one match, and he KNOWS how good this fire creation he just did is.

and yet it is spent on an audience that simply does NOT appreciate any aspect of it because his city kid ass truly might be experiencing a firepit for the first time. ilya has no frame of reference for how sexy shane's firestarting skills display just was.

man just performed a perfect outdoorsy person mating dance and the audience of his performance doesn't have the experience to understand how impressive and sexy and "you should fuck me about it" it was 😔.

[penandinkprincess]

ilya already mad firepit time has to happen at all because shane already said no sex on the patio furniture so this planned chunk of time is already a wash and ilya was then so mad about shane immediately going to fuck around with sticks that he didn't pick up on the no being one of the "convince me to say yes" variety 😔

the rituals are intricate, and they are both still very dumb 😔

[tlirsgender]

There's always something so painful about watching a pretty good actor fighting for their life to give a decent performance of an absolutely dogshit script. Putting their whole heart soul and pussy into delivering the stupidest lines you've heard in your life. My god. We have to get them out of there

[jjjjjjjjoey]

When ur mutuals w/ some cool ass people rb if u agree

[sztupy]

Landmark German ruling declares Google's AI Overviews are Google's own words and makes it liable for false answers

A German regional court has ruled that Google is directly liable for the content of its AI search overviews. According to the court, previou

[ayeforscotland]

Let’s fucking go

[made-in-manetheren]

This is HUGE.

1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.

2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.

3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."

4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.

TL;DR Google reeeeeally stepped in it this time.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog to throw tomatoes at people who harass/shame others over fiction.

also reblog to give fanfic writers the love and courage to write whatever they want—however they want—forever.

[luna-azzurra]

Something nobody prepares you for is that the better you get at writing the harder it becomes. beginners write freely because they don't know enough to know what's wrong. then you learn. and suddenly you can see every single flaw in real time as you're making it and you have to write anyway while your own brain is in the corner going "that's a weak verb. that transition is lazy. you've used that word three times." getting good at this is mostly just getting better at ignoring yourself.