i dont think anyone is really jumping up and down to use one of my prompts/ideas for a fanfiction, especially because i dont have much posted yet, but if you DO get inspired in any way, please please PLEASE tag me or let me or reblog the post that inspired you with a link!

most of my ideas are about feral harry and/or tomarry but im still absolutely starved for content

one of my pet peeves is when people write tomarry/harrymort and the whole fic is “explicit/dead dove/blah blah” serious stuff and they make tom all soft. like he’s still doing heinous shit in the back but he’s only ever “soft” with harry.

like i feel like its a cop-out to make tom a raging maniac to everyone BUT harry. i get that for some people, the appeal is the whole “i hate everyone but you” and i’m also a victim to that, but if u are already writing a fic where tom is being the most bad guy ever, i feel like its only makes sense to make him bad to harry too

crazy people dont become “normal” just for one person.

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANT HARRY TO JUST TAKE IT!!!! i want him to fight back against tom. i want them to have the most insanely mutual violent relationship ever where they throw spells at each other just to patch the other up. i want them to slam the other against walls, wands at their throats, only to ice their bruises later.

you’re already writing “toxic yaoi”, can we commit

i love a rare pair as much as the next person but you will NEVER catch me reading a “poly” fic where it’s just two people who like the same person and don’t care about each other.

i’ve never read a good fic that has this trope, even before i blacklisted it entirely from my fic-reading experience.

either make them all in love with each other, have them have some other deep bond (a QPR if you will), or set the scene for actual conflict.

another tmrhp x isekai au

the novel “the rose of the crow’s nest” is making waves in the wizarding community. its a typical romance story that follows a lovely heroine as she faces the forces of evil and finds true love. honestly, if it were just that, it wouldn’t even be on harry’s radar. and yet, it is.

because the love interest is clearly based off of him.

harry is well aware of all the stories written about him defeating the dark lord as a baby. he’s even aware of some biographies written about him. but this is the first time someone’s written a full length romance novel about him.

to make matters worse, the story’s villain is clearly based off of voldemort, who invaded and destroyed the male lead’s kingdom, killing his entire family in the process.

to further rub salt into the wound, the author is the one and only romilda vane. who knew that beyond love potions, she’d have such a knack for fiction?

so this is the current predicament harry’s in. he could very well sue his ex-peer but this pretty much counts as fanfiction (self insert as it seems with the heroine’s shocking resemblance to vane…) and harry cannot do anything about that.

he could politely ask her to stop but seeing as she had the gall to do this at all makes harry think she won’t go down without a fight…

this weighed on harry’s mind for months. as more volumes of the series came out, the more he would hear from hermione (who started reading out of incredulous anger, starting getting genuinely invested; props to your writing skills romilda), the more harry didn’t know what to do.

it all boiled over at one of ginny’s games. at some point in the game, a bludger had went missing. since nobody knew where it went, it made the actual game rather dull to watch. because of this, harry got up to buy him, hermione, and ron some snacks (a chocolate frog for ron and a simple bottle of water for hermione).

the line was long and the whispers following harry were definitely unwelcome but unfortunately continued. while waiting, harry noticed an old woman walking through the crowd. his eyes narrowed when he noticed a pair of men following her closely behind, wands just peeking out of their sleeves.

harry’s hand twitched at the blatant display of suspiciousness. against his better judgment, he left the line and ran after them.

and thank god for his judgment because he was able to swiftly deal with the thieves.

turning to the old woman, he asked if she was alright, picking up her dropped purse, its contents sprawled across the floor.

“thank you very much dearie. aren’t you that famous harry potter boy?”

“yes ma’am, but please. call me harry. now, are you okay?”

“oh such a kind young man. no need to worry about me, i’m stronger than i look.”

at that, she smiled, showing an array of sharp teeth. harry startled, unease settling in his bones. looking at the woman closer, he spotted pointier ears, empty eyes, and an almost glowy light emanating from her.

before harry could reply, he heard commotion behind him. whipping his head around, he was face-first with that rogue bludger.

as it crashed through the lenses of his glasses, broke his nose, and flung his head back onto the concrete floor, harry felt light headed. the faint voices of people around him calling for help barely registered in his mind.

laying in a pool of his own blood, the voice of the woman rang loud in his skull.

“such a dull way for a boy like you to go.. let’s try this again, hmm?”

the last thing harry remembered before greeting darkness was that same sharp-toothed smile from before.

asexual tom riddle x aroace harry potter

why? i’m aroace and i want that.

tomarry au where harry wakes up in the hospital wing, head ringing with pain. he’s still in his quidditch gear and his ego is severely bruised. it was simply an off-day!

the silence in the room is a little off-putting. it doesn’t seem dark outside so it’s not that everyone is in the great hall for supper. last thing he remembers was playing during a storm so it doesn’t seem very likely that people would be outside. madamn pomfrey doesn’t seem to be in her office either.

so, with an aching skull, harry pulls himself out of bed and out of the room. to his surprise, golden beams of sunlight filter through the hall as sounds of chatter fill the air. in the time between being knocked out and waking up, the storm cleared?

as harry thought about how long he must’ve been out, he watched as a hufflepuff boy walked directly into a slytherin girl. books flew across the marble floors as they fell into a heap of limbs and robes. harry winced but braced for an explosive reaction.

“did God lose his best angel? because one just fell on my lap.”

…. what.

harry watched as the boy scrambled away from the girl, face glowing crimson in embarrassment. he watched fascinated (and horrified) as she bent over to help him get his books, hand intentionally brushinh his as she gazed into his eyes.

strange but not the worst thing harry’s seen in these halls, he supposed.

but things got weirder when the further he walked, the more he saw.

a student trapping another in a cage of arms, students chewing on opposite ends of biscuits, and far too many students leading another into a dark corner.

harry looked outside and was even more shocked to see people dancing choreographed numbers for individual students, a very dramatic looking break up, and an obscene amount of “romantic” picnics.

overwhelmed and slightly in fear, harry didn’t notice the figure walking up behind him. he startled when a hand grasped his shoulder and stiffened evern further once he saw who it was.

“riddle. what do you wa-“

“potter, i’ve never been so grateful to see your face.”

“… i beg your pardon?”

taking a good look at riddle, harry noted the particularly crazed gleam in his eye, the messy hair, and the..

“is that lipstick on your collar?.”

“help me.”

or in which tom and harry are the only self aware characters in the world’s worst romcom.

soulmate au where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist, but it’s their true name.

this isn’t an issue with majority of the population. many people are content with their names and assume their soulmates are the same.

however, it becomes more challenging when these names don’t exactly exist yet. the soulmates of people still in the closet walk around with their soulmate’s real names, their soulmates none the wiser. those who go by nicknames that don’t exist yet. those who change their names for any other reason.

tom hates his name and the one etched across his wrist. in sharp writing, almost like someone drew a dagger and blindly carved it, layed the name “harry”. right above his vein.

it felt like painful irony that someone like him would get such an average name. someone of tom’s excellence, and extremely common name. “a perfect pair” he would internally sneer.

the fact that its a boy’s name is the icing on the cake. tom learns to bind his wrist in thick bandages, ensuring that nobody could peek through the wraps.

tom grows up and eventually forgets about the name. he doesn’t need foolish things like love when he’s meant for something greater. a soulmate would only weigh him down. keep him chained to Earth when he was meant to soar. he couldn’t even tell you the name anymore.

(in reality, tom goes to bed clutching his wrist. his thumb unconsciously caresses the name when he’s in thought. a bitter ache thrums in his chest when he sees his peers walk around the halls, arm-in-arm with their soulmates.

what makes them so much better than him that he can’t find his soulmate? what’s wrong with him? has fate and lady magic deemed him unworthy of her blessing? where is harry?)

and yet, war does a wonderful job of taking things off people’s minds. so when tomorrow sheds his “oh, so muggle” name for the elegant “voldemort”, he doesn’t consider the effect this will take on his soulmate’s wrist.

he doesn’t fully understand until he rises again, robed by pettigrew, looking different. he looks inhuman, but not as much as he should have been, given the blood was taken (forcibly) by an enemy.

as his ruby eyes finally land on potter, he notices a trickle of red dripping off his arm.

a scratched, bleeding red “voldemort” on his wrist.

where do some of you guys’ bar for “minors” go because im getting a lot of people following me with MDNI in their bios but my bio says im 17 so

i mean 17 is very close to 18 so i get it but also?

people are genuinely missing out when they dismiss all fics just because they aren’t just smut or angst. don’t get me wrong, i love some dark romance with melodramatic characters, but you guys are SERIOUSLY missing out!!

some of my favorite fics are fics that take a wild concept and run with it.

gordon ramsay is teaching at hogwarts? sure why not.

harry lost all his memories and now is obsessed with fred? thats so random thank you

lily and severus have an odd somehow homoerotic rivalry/hatred/obsession and james just has to watch? i need 100 more and i don’t even read marauder fics usually.

sirius has to fight severus’ seven evil exes? I DON’T EVEN GO HERE BUT YES PLEASE THATS SO FUNNY

now i love those time travel angsty enemies to friends to lovers tommary aus with all my heart, but an au where tom takes up baking in order to escape a WAR DRAFT? only for harry to find him later and be like “what the fuck”??? author i love you.

please don’t be afraid to click that one fic with an extremely random desc with tags you’ve never seen before. you may not like it, but you just might find a new niche you adore. (for me, its slice of life magical cooking aus)

bring back the whimsy and randomness in fanfiction !!!!

this blog has been so dead (school is evil) im considering just posting a bunch of fic recs and running off

dp x dc au

danny phantom au where amity park comes to the conclusion that HUMAN danny fenton and GHOST HERO phantom are somehow in a relationship.

danny is extremely embarrassed by this theory because he has to hear his peers whispering about the “sweetest love story ever”, all while sam and tucker laugh their asses off.

its extra embarrassing for danny because hes currently dating a stunning vigilante/hero that most certainly IS NOT HIMSELF that he cannot tell anyone about, let alone be seen around.

after weeks of (poorly) dealing with rumors and pointed looks, danny decides that the best course of action is to stage a break up with himself. its tragically public and extremely cheesy.

it ends with danny in “tears” and phantom running away, as sad as danny. sam and tucker have to hide their faces to hide their laughter. danny is convinced this is the dumbest thing hes ever done. jazz cannot fathom anybody falling for this.

so naturally the entire town believes it. and of course they become dedicated to reuniting the couple, showing them that despite their species difference, love overpowers all.

and of course all hell breaks loose when everyobe finds our about this random civilian in illinois whos involved in the strangest love corner, being chased after a bat and a ghost.