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For this year's fair, we are handing Harry and Draco tickets, passports, Portkeys or Time-Turners to travel to anyplace in the world and beyond. The magic of your quill or brush will decide where they go and what adventures they experience.
For prompts set within the UK (unless time travel or universe travel was involved) the focus should be on the act of travelling across multiple locations or new locations, rather than remaining in familiar settings such as, Harry or Draco's canon 'homes' (including: The Burrow, Grimmauld Place, Godric's Hollow, and Malfoy Manor); Hogwarts (including Hogsmeade); London (including Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic).
Some examples of how the theme can be interpreted:
Visiting new countries not explored in the books
Space exploration
Underwater expeditions
Treasure hunting or globe-trotting adventures
Fantasy worlds and mythological realms
Travelling through time/Historical eras/The future
Parallel dimensions
Virtual reality
Road trips, cruises, plane or train journeys, or backpacking
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Prompting: July 5 – July 17
Claiming: July 18
Submissions due: October 7
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Long-haul Trucker Draco's newest passenger is an unusually stubborn black dog who seems determined to derail his carefully planned route.
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The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.
Why is it easier and more comfortable to sit in a position that actively damages my joints than it is to just sit with okay posture. Why does my body crave its own destruction
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irina would call ilya her little star on account of all his freckles and moles. moya zvezdochka, she would coo and kiss the center of his left cheek and the tip of his right cheekbone and it always filled ilya with the warmth of her love.
anyway, one day, ilya would call shane his little star because he's always loved his freckles and trying to find the constellations in them, and shane would squirm about it. what about you, huh, he'd parry back, brushing his fingers over ilya's cheeks, all these beautiful marks; you're the star, not me . . . moya zvez-zvezdochka.
he'd trip over the pronunciation as he tried to mimic ilya, russian still too unfamiliar on his tongue but ilya wouldn't even notice. he'd be too stunned. because for him, loving shane's freckles is a cornerstone to him, something that he's been sure of since the moment they met. he'd never once stopped to consider it might have been the same for shane.
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
a quick little Hollanov ficlet to celebrate the bday boy!!
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Lily: don't be sad
Shane: ??
Lily: I will win tonight just for you
Shane: fuck off
Lily: rude
Lily: is my special present for the birthday girl )))
Shane tells himself he's not going to watch the game.
It's always an odd scramble of feelings, to be out of the playoffs by his birthday. Doubly so, when Boston is doing so well. Rozanov has taken to texting Shane after every game, smugness radiating through the screen as he gives a triumphant, blow by blow rundown of his performances.
He details his goals and assists with a self-assured flair that has Shane rolling his eyes, while also fighting the urge to message back something desperate and mortifying. Like, and then what? As if Shane hasn't been keeping up with every game. It's an alien impulse, to want it in Rozanov's own words. And then what? Shane even types it out, once, before backspacing rapidly, scoffing at himself. It's something a vapid teen would say as she fawned over her boyfriend. Rozanov is not Shane's boyfriend. And god knows that Shane doesn't need to encourage him to be any more smug. He'd never hear the end of it.
It's just, Rozanov's been playing a sublime game, lately. And Shane's so hungry, to brush up against a part of it. That thing he and Rozanov share, that nobody else's game can reach. Intangible, obvious, electric. A looping circuit of more and better. Shane wants to be wired into it.
So Rozanov boasts and chirps and swirls it all through with a heavy helping of innuendo, but in amongst the bravado is the language Shane knows better than any other. The truth of the ice when it feels like an extension of your body, when the world slows around you and no one can catch you, when the game is a chessboard and your opponent can't even see the pieces. Lines in alignment, goals made. Even the brawls come clear and sharp and sweet. Rozanov knows it, the same way Shane knows it.
Shane's parents are in Montreal for the weekend, so they spend most of the day with him. It's a predictably relaxed schedule—a long early morning workout, presents opened alongside a takeout lunch from his favourite restaurant, a video call with Hayden's kids scream-singing happy birthday in a jumbled mix of English and French, and then to the couch for the annual Hollander family viewing of The Castle of Cagliostro. It's an exhale of a day, with the added luxury of getting to avoid being seen in public.
Then the evening comes. Shane's parents have gone back to their hotel, ready for an early morning departure, and Shane settles in to read, glancing at the clock on the wall. A little time yet before puck drop.
Not that he's going to spend any part of his birthday watching Rozanov play.
The words have fuzzed together on the page before Shane realises he's not taking any of it in. He's snapped out of it when his phone vibrates. Shane snatches it up off of the coffee table at once, was waiting for it, knows just whose name he'll see.
Lily: have your thing ready?
Shane: What thing?
Lily: your dildo friend
Shane feels his face go hot, still, at that, even in the safety and solitude of his own home.
Shane: Fuck you
Shane: Why?
Lily: is almost time for your birthday present
Lily: you get to fuck yourself
Lily: every time I score
Jesus.
Shane: You're a fucking lunatic
Lily: I bet you're hard for me already
Lily: aren't you Jane?
Lily: but be good
Lily: don't come until I get hat trick
There's no way he's responding to that. Shane shifts in his seat, then looks at the time again.
Shane: Shouldn't you be getting ready?
Lily: I am
Lily: are you?
Obviously Shane's not going to do it.
A few ridiculous words and what, he's just supposed to fall in line, do whatever Rozanov tells him to do? It's absurd. It's just another one of his mind games. It's a joke.
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male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'
death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'
I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts
death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.
male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.
People are so much more sad, and desparate, and lonely than you think. I have had three incidents in the last four months were a technician I was working with was being either dangerously unfocused (we work with high voltage), or just flat out angry with their coworkers, and every time when I just pulled them aside to say hey, this isn't you, you're nice, and you're competent, so something must be up - what can I do to help - they have responded by bursting into tears. One guy was struggling to get his wife moved into a care home, one guy just got served divorce papers, and the other hadn't slept a wink the night before because his daughter had the pukes.
I haven't spent my whole life responding to people being rude, or stupid, or dangerous with knee jerk compassion. It's a new habit. The first time I did that as the lead for my lab, it was because the guy genuinely was so good natured that I knew something had to be off. But the other two times were just me going, alright, lets see if it always goes this well, and so far, it has. I'm almost 30, and I just figured out that the #1 reason people are shitty are because they are going through shit.
I don't think you have, like, a moral obligation to respond to people being jerks with knee jerk compassion. But it has made my life so much easier the last four months that I would recommend trying. For your own sake. Please.
(I'll step off my soapbox now. Enjoy your Sunday.)
practice soft skills. shit is going to keep getting worse for a good while before it starts getting better. we need to be making an active effort to show ppl grace and kindness and understanding now, bc were all going thru it, and maintaining community is only gonna get more and more important from here on out. this isnt optional, its a survival skill
#WHAT a fucking read of the manic pixie dream girl#I want this desperately actually???#perfect quirky enigmatic mystery girl who has all the traits you don't but long for#and lives life with extreme confidence and whimsy doing whatever she truly wants#and she's the future you can have!! she's here because she loves you! she wants you to be happy!#she hated being you so she knows how much you hate being yourself but she's here to prove to you#that there is a joy you can attain#there is a self you will love (tags via @aethersea)
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we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write gen fics. we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write character studies and stories with no focus on romance or sex. we have to get on our knees and thank the brave soldiers in fandom who write about minor characters and friendship and family with no focus on romance or sex. i know it’s hard to care about characters in a world that seems to only revolve around ships but i see you. and i love you
I’ve seen a few mob aus floating around and it almost always has Ilya being a mob boss but I would like to posit the infinite more funny scenario of Ilya running the front selling kinda shitty sandwiches and Shane being the only customer
Like it’s an out of the way hole in the wall smear on the map but that’s why Shane picks it out in the first place, it’s quiet, next to the water, and open early as he’s on his way to the rink also the guy at the counter is HOT
The first time Shane comes in Ilya doesn’t even look up and just points him toward the back and says something in Russian, which really confuses Shane so he clears his throat and asks if this is where he’s supposed to order. Ilya kinda freezes then looks up and freezes again for an entirely different reason hot and has to scramble into some version of a service worker who’s desperately hoping this really fucking Hot man didn’t understand Ilya telling him to take the drugs to the back
Shane looks over the faded sparse menu hanging above and asks what’s good and Ilya blue screens for a second because he knows they don’t have half the ingredients listed up there, never mind the fact Ilya’s never actually made a sandwich here for anyone. So he goes with the simplest sandwich they have and puts all this charisma into hyping the hell out of This Sandwich because he literally can’t make anything else please just get the stupid sandwich please
And surprisingly Shane actually agrees, smiling at Ilya like he already trusts his judgment wholeheartedly, and when he asks if the have any ginger ale Ilya feels like even more of a piece of shit when he has to say they’re “fresh out” liar liar liar. The sandwich sucks, Ilya knows this as he’s putting fucking kraft mayo on cakey white bread and he’d kinda rather die than give the cute guy something so atrocious but he’s really out of options, silently cursing the abysmally low effort put into this front.
But Shane smiles anyways as Ilya hands it over and thanks him like he actually appreciates what Ilya did. Ilya nods and starts to walk away when he’s stopped by Shane telling him he still needs to pay him, holding his card out and Ilya kinda wants to scream because they don’t even have a god damn card reader so he switches back to maximum charm and tells Shane pretty boys get sandwiches for free which luckily stunlocks Shane long enough for Ilya to book it out of there and when he comes back to the front later the “store” is empty.
Ilya is, at the very least, proud of himself for getting out of that situation but also feels guilty as hell and hopes Shane doesn’t end up with food poisoning. He also decides they really do need to actually invest in the front and gets some better ingredients because that was wildly embarrassing and could definitely blow their cover if the wrong people show up. He also stocks ginger ale, just, because.
And surprisingly his efforts pay off because a few days later Shane is back. Not for a sandwich, because, let’s be real that one went in the trash after a single bite, but cause he feels wrong not having paid. Ilya, eager to redeem himself, tells him he can only charge him if he buys another sandwich, company policy of course. So in an effort to get the gross “stealing thief” feelings off him Shane relents and Ilya puts extra care into making something actually good. Shane is surprised it actually look appetizing and Ilya off handedly mentioned last time being a bad day, supply chain issues, yadda yadda, and he’s rewarded with that same genuine smile from before that makes his heart jump. As he’s ringing up the order he slides Shane a ginger ale and winks when he tells Shane he’ll see him next time.
Later when Shane checks he’ll see he was only charged one cent for the food (actually good this time), and so starts the endless cycle of Shane trying to pay Ilya who’s slowly improving the front to impress Shane and coming up with increasingly elaborate ways to undercharge Shane so he keeps coming back (all while hiding copious amounts of shady dealings, arms trafficking, and murder from the obliviously endearing hockey player who thinks he’s just found the perfect little sandwich shop with a stunning view)
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