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Im also working on a playlist for it and Courting Consequences on Spotify.

Take care of uour bodies guys. Use thise wrist rests and shit. Correct that typing posture.

I am tentatively hoping to finish courting consequences this summer. So my og spideypool fans rejoice!!!

Goes to the bathroom, then wal back into the pitch black room ive been lounging in reading fics on my phone for hours.

I keep seeing and hearing things about writers getting pushed off the platform by insecure little entitle fucks who think it's okay to shit on entertainment created for FREE that htey are NOT REQUIRED to read.

That fucking SUCKS. getting flamed (showing my age here) was always my fear when i started writing fic back when i was 15. No we're not going to talk about how long ago that was or what site i was posting on. My best advice for anyone who is intimidated by getting bad comments or no comments when they post a work is to just fucking do it anyway. Ignore that shit, never check your inbox. write because you fucking love it and you have to tell the story you have in your head. post it because you want it to live somewhere where like-minded people, because there ARE like-minded people, will enjoy it.

i know it's easier said than done, but when i tell you that people who have the unmitigated GALL to negatively comment on FANFICTION are so miserable in real life, and so pathetic, i need you to know that's true. you are so much braver than they are just by doing what you're doing, and they are jealous babe! it takes so much courage to write something genuine and creative and put it out there, and they could NEVER. They have to get hits in because they could never, and they KNOW IT.

i want to see more writers ignoring comments and doing you. write that shit. clean it up in grammarly, and post that shit. do not depend on ai to lengthen your chapters or 'make it better'. Writing is a skill my friend, just fucking learn by doing. Learn by reading others writing. i want to read more fics with authors telling me stories I couldn't have imagined myself. inspiring me to write new shit.

Anyway, here's some pretty stars and i promise that your comments made me smile and kick my feet every time i read them!

Oh god look at this perfect little moron!! This perfect orange doofus.

He chose this spot, out of the plethora of premade beds around the house including the hand knit one we JUST readjusted for him. There is a nest back there istg.

I'm working on the next update for the shorts as well as my Potion's Accident fic this weekend. Right now, I'm digging into astrological charts for Harry's twins. I've been reading up on Kundali (basically a hindu birth chart) so i could see what sign the babies would be in both traditions. It would appear that, being born late October/Tulā, they are Scorpio (western)-Libras(hindu).

I have only ever had a passing interest in this before so it's been super fascinating to read up on it on both ends! I don't know how much of this will end up in the fic, but I feel like it's something Harry would care about, in this world where he grew up more immersed in both traditions. So, I want to know everything he owuld know and we'll see what is essential to actually talk about in the fic.

This is one of my favorite portions of the one-shot so far. I realized yestereday there wasn't enough of the siblings in the story thus-far becuase we were busy with the wedding and associate drama, so this scenario popped into my head and here we are.

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Having an omega had not been as much of an adjustment as Marvolo had anticipated, having heard from those few wizards he considered friends that going from bachelor to husband was a type of culture shock. Harry and he were so well-suited that living together, sharing space, meals, a bed, it had all come very naturally. What compromises he had been pushed to make were trivial and far outweighed by the joy of having his destined mate at his side.

The family that Harry had brought with him, however, were far more of a disruption.

Two days after moving into their new manor, freshly renovated and re-warded, Harry advised him over breakfast that his siblings were going to visit—with their father’s permission—this afternoon.

“I want to key them into the wards, so they can come to us if they are ever in trouble.”

Marvolo paused, butterknife poised over his toast.

“All four of them?”

“Of course,” Harry raised an eyebrow, “do you disagree?”

Being keyed into the wards would allow all the Potter siblings to apparate directly into their home, when they learned, as well as give them access to activate the private floo. It was a huge security risk.

The expression on his mate’s face demanded caution, however, and so Marvolo chose his words with care.

“Would that offer a great deal more access to your parents than you were comfortable with?”

“Our wards can be tweaked so anyone they bring with them can’t get past the floo room,” Harry took another token bite of his oatmeal, having already devoured the berries that came with it, the only foods he could tolerate in the morning.

“True,” Marvolo’s thoughts raced, trying to find another way to head this off. “Nagini is not fond of strangers, perhaps it would not be safe for the younger children—”

“We will introduce them to her today. She will need practice for our pups, after all.” Those mismatched avada-colored eyes finally snapped away from his food, pinning Marvolo, “she and Nakal are sunning in the courtyard, perhaps you could talk to them now?”

I’m being dismissed. Marvolo glanced down at his own breakfast, only half finished. However, being a Dark Lord required knowing which battles to pick and which to avoid.

“Of course,” He stood, taking a bowl of grapes and melon. “I’ll see that she understands. When will they be joining us?”

“Around eleven, then staying for lunch.” Harry replied, smiling warmly, “Thank you, my love.”