#brainspawn

[blvdeofhoney]

time travel tomarry prompt 🐍

for whatever reason, post-war harry time travels back to early 1930s london and finds a job at a magical vet clinic. tom would be around 9 or 10 at that time, still living at the orphanage. when one of his snake friends falls ill he takes it to harry, whose practice involves, of course, parseltongue. tom immediately becomes a little fixated. he starts bringing in every snake he can summon one at a time for “regular health checks”. and harry, having seen this different side of tom, decides to indulge him. (maybe ends up adopting him?) (harry: leave the poor snakes alone you ridiculous child.)

indulge me

[jakewrld]

Stray Kids with Children

Chan : Please get in the cot it’s been 198362 hours since I last slept please get in the damn cot I beg you

Woojin : No. I forbid you from the sugar. *takes lollipop away* No. Stop crying. I warned you and you didn’t listen, so that’s on you, not me.

Minho : Now say it with me, h o- CHAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I WAS TEACHING IT THE WONDERS OF THE WORLD!

Changbin : NOW LISTEN UP YOU LITTLE SUCKER! IM GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO EAT THE DAMN FOOD OR- uwu how could I, you’re so smol and cute and awwww

Hyunjin : *child screams* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jisung : Come, come child. Now no need to cry. *plays with child like a proper father* Now please someone help me I’m being drained of my energy- Someone get me a Redbull and a Snickers bar, I’m not feeling myself.

Felix : Yes now like tHis, and then your arms bend like tHis and there you go! You can Orange Justice like a pro now!

Seungmin : Get in the cot or I will murder your parents and the dog. Now.

I.N. : I AM THE BABY SOMEONE HELP-

[blvdeofhoney]

light horror, potentially smutty tomarry prompt:

i need portrait horcrux tom who’s a magical, pre-raphelite masterpiece (think waterhouse’s the lady of shalott) that leaves a trail of dead owners behind him as he graces one manor hall after another. in any case good luck to cursebreaker harry who’s tasked with figuring out what exactly is wrong with that infamous painting, all the while having to deal with his landslide crush on a way-too-high-functioning portrait. (cue year 6 harry whose only takeaway from his penseive lessons was “oh fuck tom riddle?! was so clever and so tall and sooo hot??!!!”)

indulge me

[blvdeofhoney]

soft funny tomarry prompt:

tom is the minister for magic. and harry, an unregistered cat animagus, becomes his chief mouser. harry the cat happens to be a sneaky purring headache that plays way too much prank on tom’s guests, and seems to have a personal vendetta against snape, much to tom’s amusement. tom, despite himself, harbours a soft spot for harry very soon.

indulge me

[blvdeofhoney]

yes yes whatever. b&b era tom is the best tom. sure. but where is my b&b owner tom who runs the most haunted hotel in britain and, as far as witch weekly (and harry) are concerned, both him and his grand spooky house (the riddle manor perhaps👀) are tourist spots on their own right

indulge me

[qubiesoft]

waawawa wa

if i actually think about it i have, like, four solid-ish characters. MAYBE a fifth if i decide to keep him alive this time. not like i’ve actively tried to kill him before, it’s just that i’ve forgotten about him and FEEL VERY BAD ABOUT IT.

[weepylucifer]

It’s the circle of life, Sweevil

[chunkycheesepizza]

People make me cry. Whether it's from kindness or cruelty, they make me cry all the same. I saw a grandmother once. She was carrying her little grandson on her back. She was old and frail, she looked weak in fact. But she carried the little boy all the same. It made him smile. It made him laugh. And every time he smiled, so did she. They both looked tired and starving but as they made their way along the busy street full of people, they smiled to themselves. I felt it. I felt something inside me stir. I had found a moment of happiness in a place of chaos. It made me cry. The sheer spectacle of something as beautiful as the laughter of a grandmother carrying her little grandson. Then i realized, it's not about the place or the people in the background. It's about the beauty of happiness and who you'd like to share it with. And it made me cry.

Thoughts on a busy street.