hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.
remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.
ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—
pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.
ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.
tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.
draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.
sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.
luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.
harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.
despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.
a friend wrote me a hp next gen fic so i made her some doodles for scorpius and along the way i drew albus too and my million versions of rose weasley… cause there wasn’t enough of her in tcc ; w;; (btw amandla stenberg is my fav rose ref)
OK CONCERNING THE WHOLE HEADCANON THING IM WRITING THAT PPL KEEP ASKING ME ABT, i was talking to @chompiee abt a ~love confession~ and then @cryptidsp00n abt the aftermath of said confession concerning them kissing
headcanons about the *blessed ot4* please? (Mari/Adrien/Nino/Alya)
nino and mari are like the deadpanned fatalistic members of the group
nino: dudes we’ve been studying for this test for like fifty years death is staring me in the face
mari: if we die like right now tho, we won’t have to take the test
nino: omg tru
adrien: …….so can you two like, i dunno, love yourselves please?
nino makes a group snapchat for the four of them because he thought it’d be cute, but adrien and alya started spamming it when they turned it into a continuous ugly selfie contest that’s been going 27 days strong. mari and nino just leave it alone and snap each other directly.
not only are mari and alya synced up, but adrien and nino become those mom friends that bring junk food, pain killers, and extra tampons to school in case the girls need it
adrien somehow has the numbers of nino’s, alya’s, and marinette’s parents and vice versa and adrien won’t tell how he got them
whenever one of them is out past curfew, they’ll always get a call from adrien being like “hey so your mom called me and she wants you home right away.”
adrien casually texts marinette’s mom often bc she’s always asking him how he is and if he’s eating. adrien doesn’t mind bc it’s nice to have a mom worry over him.
marinette has sketched out schematics for how to sneak past the agreste mansion’s security, scale the side of adrien’s home, and break him out of his room for “friend time.” she’s dead serious about it too.
there was one time adrien invited everyone over to his house so they could “work on a class project.” but he hid them in his closet until his father and nathalie went to sleep so that they could sleep over at his house without anyone knowing
they had to keep the noise down and ninja into the kitchen whenever they wanted snacks, but adrien was the only one with a bed big enough for all four of them and alya wanted to have a go on his rock climbing wall
adrien and marinette are notorious for physically crying over cute animal photos/videos, so sometimes, to screw with them, alya and nino will spam them with links during class and laugh at them these two start sobbing into their notes in the middle of a geography lesson
Yuuri has a picture of Victor and him as his lockscreen and wallpaper, maybe from their day at the beach or a picture someone took during their pair skate or a picture from practice where they are both sweaty and laughing and so in love.
But Victor has (two different) pictures of just Yuuri and he changes them a lot (because he takes a lot of pictures of Yuuri and would like to use them as a wallpaper all at the same time), and every time he opens his phone he just forgets what he was about to do and stares at the picture for a full five minutes, marvelling at the beauty of his husband.
And one time, Yuuri uses Victor’s phone because his own is dead (when Victor is still in the shower or sth bc you know The Hair) and Victor’s lockscreen is a picture Yuuri didn’t even know existed of him looking out over the city lights of Saint-Petersburg with a small smile around his lips while he’s absentmindedly patting Makkachin, and his heart just swells until he can hardly breathe, and he figures out how to make your phone switch wallpapers every time you open them and takes a bunch of selfies where he blows kisses and makes funny faces and just smiles, but he leaves the lockscreen the way it is. And now every time Victor opens his phone, his heart stops beating for a moment and whenever one of the pictures appear Yuuri took, he immediately calls him if he’s not around to tell him how much he loves him and asks him to get married again.
When there’s a heat wave in the Wizarding World, many witches and wizards enchant their robes to keep themselves cool in the record breaking temperatures. Many young muggleborns question how all the wizards can stay cool in long black clothing until someone finally explains the charm.
Honestly I love how laid back the Camp Camp fandom’s shipping is. You can toss headcanons about almost any ship, and people will be like ‘huh, that’s kinda cute, never thought of that lol’
You ship Harrison and Neil? You ship a science kid who can’t for the life of him figure out how Harrison can do all these tricks, with magic boy who’s quietly flattered Neil ‘has so much interest’ in him? You ship a relationship comprised solely of jealousy and anger until it slowly flip-flops into one-sided admiration and finally mutual love and begrudging respect? Sweet
You ship Harrison and Nerris? They hate each other, but hell, all of us can see what a great match they’d be– if they aren’t one already. Two magic dorks playing D&D, playing pranks on each other and not being ashamed to take full credit for them, tripping the other just so they can catch them and hold them romantically in their arms (Harrison usually does this, but Nerris would jump off a bridge before letting herself be held romantically by Harrison). This is a ship waiting to flourish, and the only way it could possibly get better is if we could have an entire episode dedicated to their rivalry but end it on a note of mutual regret and apology and,,.. oh wait.
You ship Nerris and Nikki? Sure! We can all picture the adventure girlfriends sneaking off into the woods, Nikki having the time of her life while Nerris won’t stop rolling perception checks. They probably climb trees and do all sorts of zany stuff together–Nerris is be considerably less able than Nikki, but like hell will admit it. Nikki finds her persistence adorable. Sometimes, she’ll give Nerris piggy back rides– Nerris likes to pretend she’s on a dragon, and Nikki doesn’t mind humoring her. They frequently fall asleep cuddled in Nerris’s cape.
You ship Nikki and Max? That’s not a personal fave of mine, but hey, I can see it. They’d do all sorts of outdoorsy stuff together, Max always (and sarcastically) making sure she doesn’t pull some crazy shit that’ll land her in the hospital. Nikki, in return, would teach grouchy boy to live a little.
You ship Preston and Max? Awesome, that’s one of my OTPs. Loud theater son x snarky little shit is a yes please. Preston probably falls for Max first, but is horrible at hiding it and finally confesses with a loud, cheesy soliloquy (Max agrees to go out with him only to shut him up, then proceeds to helplessly fall for him like an idiot.) Preston loves theater and Max likes movies, so at first there’s some arguing and affronted gasps, but they end up bonding over musicals. When Drama Boy gets too heated up over something, Max is quick to temper him, either verbally (‘Preston, calm down, jesus’) or physically (eyyyy). Getting 'too heated up’ for Preston can range from getting a really good play idea to remembering Nurf, and that’s a tough range to keep up with, but Max is up for the challenge. In exchange, Preston gets Max to open up more than anyone– for someone so self-centered, he is an excellent listener. He probably steals some of Max’s best quotes and puts them in his plays– Max always notices, but never says anything (he’s flattered lol)
The Camp Camp fandom doesn’t give a shit about shared screen time, or canon sexuality (probably cause it doesn’t exist), or anything. As long as the characters have potential chemistry and the shipper stays respectful, everyone’s chill with everything.
okay but imagine someone sees neil and andrew being a couple in public and is just. shocked. bc neil josten and andrew minyard hate each other?? everyone knows that?? the josten/minyard rivalry is stuff of exy legend?? so anyway pictures get posted online and everyone is so. confused. until someone goes “wait andrew has a twin”
next thing you know, neil josten’s sordid affair with aaron minyard, his worst enemy’s brother, who’s married, is a headline across every tabloid, website, and social media account that even sort of cares about exy. which, as it turns out, is a lot of them.
aaron is horrified, nicky and katelyn are having a fucking field day, and andrew and neil are little shits who are entirely unhelpful in clearing the whole thing up.
Ravenclaws get over excited when they talk about things they’re passionate about. It’s they kind of excitement where people either get very annoyed by it very quickly, or become so enraptured by what Ravenclaw is saying that they forget how much time has passed.