#nynn

[deltanycho]

(Mini) COMIC 1. Brother's revenge

Kankukiba + Gaalee

transcript below!!

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Kankuro: FIRST TEMARI! NOW YOU GAARA!!?? TRAITOR!!!

Temari: KANKURO!

Kiba: woof woof/ au au

a while later

kankuro: taking his beautiful revenge

Gaara: mf.

Temari: shit.

(I'll make more mini comics like this!!)

[racfoam]

Yesterday I made many nynn memes joking around with @loneamaryllis so I shall share some of them here:

[allisfuckedup]

Robnos Distrust

[brmoth]

Nynn Diagon Alley part 1 dream into 🫣 reread and had a spike of motivation…. Should I draw out the whole chapter??? Here’s a late birthday gift for you rac!♥️♥️♥️@racfoam

[deltanycho]

IT'S TV TIMEEE!!!! TENNA!!!!!!!!

Oi hi again tenna !

[racfoam]

Harry just shoving in Voldemort’s face how old he is in nynn never gets old. Also, she's a menace. A COMPLETE MENACE.

“Stupid old soulmate... Make your own damn tea...” grumbled Harry. “I did make my tea last time,” called Voldemort from the table. “Shut up and sit!” yelled Harry. “Yes, dear.” “And don't call me dear!” she called, opening the cabinet, hoping to find an expired tea to hopefully poison Voldemort with. Nevermind that it was a dream. “As you wish, darling.” Harry inhaled and exhaled multiple times. Voldemort wasn’t worth it. Harry caught a glance of a box with an illustration of a jasmine flower. She grabbed the box, read its date — not expired, bummer — and was about to put it back when the side effects caught her eye. Harry grinned. Harry started boiling the water. After five minutes, the tea was done. Harry served it, placing the teapot on the table. She wasn’t going to pour it for him. She'd rather die. “Thank you.” said Voldemort. The teapot floated to his cup and tipped over, pouring the tea. “Oh,” said Voldemort. “Jasmine tea.” “Yeah, I decided it was perfect for you. It prevents diabetes.” said Harry smartly. The red eyes gave her an unamused look, peering at her over the teacup.

“Though be careful not to drink too much,” said Harry, smiling sweetly. She tapped him on the shoulder twice, and grinned as she said, “It causes impotence in men.” Voldemort spat out the tea.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of at your age.” said Harry. Voldemort was still coughing and sputtering.

Who said one needed a wand to beat You Know Who? Harry was doing it just fine with a cup of tea and a few sentences. “Pardon?” “It's okay, Voldemort.” she tapped his shoulder again, in sympathy. “If it makes you feel better, I don't love you for the thing between your legs —” “I AM NOT IMPOTENT, HARRIET!” screamed Voldemort shrilly.

[racfoam]

Today is the day for be proud memes cus the anon reminded me of that wonderful story.

[racfoam]

Wrote this nynn graveyard with Old Man Voldy, he deserves to have fun in nynn, too.

"Were you expecting a monster, Harriet?" Harry held her breath, staring at the old yet sharp-looking face of her soulmate. The only thing telling her there was a monster in front of her were his gleaming, red eyes, staring right at her. His long, skeletal, pale hand reached out, and she felt the pad of his thumb on her smooth skin, brushing away the strands of her hair covering her scar gently. The texture of the pad of his thumb was worn and old, sending shudders of fear up Harry's spine. "Something easier to fear?" he whispered gently. Harry couldn't breathe. Her lungs wouldn't lift. She couldn't breathe. Tears rolled out of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.

Old Voldy finding out about Cedric by Legilimensing Harry

Old Voldy finding out about Cedric through Legilimensing Harry. "And here I thought you couldn't disappoint me. A Hufflepuff? Really, Harriet? A weak -" he hissed the words against her face, and she wondered if he would rip her skin off, "badger?" Voldemort's old face twisted into a terrible visage with his building rage, his red eyes simmering. But then, it vanished, and he smiled. He placed his hand atop Harry's head. Harry's body jumped in place, freezing solid. "It's all right," he whispered, as more tears ran down Harry's face. "You were lonely, and confused. I forgive you." The weight of his hand vanished from her head, and Voldemort stepped away from her. "Lucius," said Voldemort, not stepping away from Harry, his face intimately close to hers. "Cast the Cruciatus on Harriet. Hold it for three seconds." Harry tried to kick out, fury and hatred surging inside her, but her legs wouldn't move an inch. The hand atop her head slid to cradle the back of her head. It felt like the jaws of a predator on her neck; Harry froze. "Don't worry, Harriet," said Voldemort, a terrible smile twisting on his elegant, old face. "I'll hold you the entire time. I'll even count for you." Harry wanted to scream. To rage. To curse him. But his smile and eyes rendered her silent with terror.

And before the duel

"I'm only doing what's best for you, Harriet," said Voldemort, smiling pleasantly. Harry wanted to cut that smile off his face. "Best for me?" breathed Harry with a sneer; she was panting from terror, clutching her wand tight. Why was Voldemort so tall? Old men shouldn't be so tall. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. "You don't get to decide what's best for me, you fossil!" Voldemort's terrible, shark-like smile simply widened. "Oh, but I do. You're my soulmate. So I do get to decide. Because you're parentless -" "It's your fault!" screamed Harry. "And underage," continued Voldemort, like Harry's scream meant nothing, like he didn't even hear it. "That makes me responsible for you, as your soulmate." He smiled, wicked and predatory. The monster peeking out through the mask of old age. "So yes, Harry, by all laws in the magical world and laws of magic, I do get to decide what's best for you."