Okay, I'm Rambling BUT

On the eve of Harry’s thirty-fifth birthday (seventeen years, two months, twenty-nine days, four hours and seven minutes since Harry watched Lord Voldemort fall at his feet), Harry receives his soulmate timer. It has been twenty years since each one of his peers received their own soulmark timers.

Harry sat at the kitchen table, sipping his tea, when his wrist began to burn. The teacup rolled off the table, shattered on the floor, spilling sweet tea in rivulets down the table legs.

– 33.08.29.22.24.15

Harry read the numbers slowly. It was a long, negative number. Longer than average for someone his age. 33 years, 8 months, 29 days, 22 hours, 24 minutes, 15 seconds.

Harry touches the small numbers on his wrist. As he watches, the timer ticks over.

– 33.08.29.22.25.03

It has been seventeen years, two months, twenty-eight days since the Battle of Hogwarts.

Harry is thirty-four years, eleven months, and thirty days old.

Who had he met thirty-three years, eight months, twenty-nine days, and twenty two hours from now? It is custom, in their society, to be able to calculate dates and times. It’s the difference between knowing one’s soulmate and not.

Harry feels his muscles lock, his breath freeze in his lungs, his throat swell.

31st October 1981, 20:13pm.

At one year, three months, and eight hours of age, Harry Potter had met Lord Voldemort.

—  —   —   —   —   —

Harry’s birthday is on a Friday. He is supposed to go into work. There are stacks of incomplete reports on his desk that he must finish. Harry does not go to work. Harry goes to his vault.

This is not the first time Harry has encountered the thought that Voldemort was his soulmate. It had been theorized, over the years. The Quibbler ran an article on it, to Hermione’s rage. Everyone had received soulmate timers. Harry and Voldemort had not.

Harry sits in Gringotts, an angry goblin dropping him off at his vault, and he looks at the hollow horcrux corpses. There is a twisted diadem. A split locket. A cracked stone. A shriveled snake carcass. A destroyed diary. A bent cup.

Harry skims his fingers over the magical artefacts. They do not call to him. They do not reach out. They are empty.

There are two horcruxes not in this pile. There is one on Harry’s forehead, a faint lightning scar, and there is a pile of ashes, long blown out in the wind, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

It has now been seventeen years, two months, and thirty days since Voldemort fell at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Harry does not know what has changed, but something has.

by harpsichordsandthelit

It is the world where the first word that your soulmate will speaks to you inked black on your skin. The word will change to color when your soulmate speaks it to you.

Harry Potter’s soulmark has always been dark green, inked deep into his skin. The word that looks so beautiful to his eyes even though he doesn’t know its meaning. Sometimes he wondered where his soulmate was now or whether they know he is their soulmate. His soulmate must be older than him and found him at such a young age when he couldn’t even speak. Every night Harry traces his finger on his soulmark and know there is someone out there who’ll love him unconditionally. He keeps his hope up until he was eleven and find out the meaning behind the word.

It’s not good.

No, “Avada Kedavra” is definitely the worst kind of first word anyone would have.

*This story was written in Thai/เรื่องนี้เป็นภาษาไทย*

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: ไทย

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Minor Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald

Chuuya and Dazai DO NOT hate each other

These two do not hate each other! Yes, they hate each other to a degree or to an extent but most of it is superficial and an example of that is empty death threats. If they truly hated each other, Chuuya wouldn't trust Dazai to stop him every time he uses corruption and Dazai wouldn't save Chuuya every time he uses corruption. I'm not saying they're lovers, friends, or anything for that matter! But calling their relationship toxic would be an understatement and so does calling it a love-hate relationship. Their relationship is very very complicated to comprehend to someone's brain.

Finally done ｡ﾟ(TヮT) I did 16 pages of these while guessing the characters' proportions, I'm so stupid for not making character sheets. Everything would be nth times easier if I did.

Oh well, they turned out great anyway.

Yasss, I can still catch up with Damenfest ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩

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Okay, thought: In AUs where Auguste lives, how would Laurent, who's courting Damen, interact with Jokaste, who's Damen's lover? Like most of the fanfics have Jokaste going out w/ Kastor immediately or just not bother with them dating at all! Which begs the question of how would Laurent react.

Laurent might try to stop his feelings because he respects and wants Damen to be happy at first, but I think if he sees some similarities between her and himself, he might be irked that why can't it be him?? Hmm, then once he realizes that Jokaste wants a king she can manipulate easily, he might fight against Jokaste and Kastor.

I'm still unsure though. Like I imagine Laurent trying to make Damen jealous, like in the books, but it won't work if he thinks Damen sees him as a younger brother?

➤ [ Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun:  Chapter 6.5 ]

A short translation of an extra collaboration comic published with Chapter 6 in the GFantasy magazine, featuring two other series “The Morose Mononokean” and “A Vampire Called God.” Available to read on Mangadex as well!

[Note: We’re currently recruiting typesetters – more info on our discord server if you’re interested!]

adjcjcbehcimfbakxlf.... Chuuya in heels just saved me from an internal crisis

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

Chuuya is wearing heels

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

CHUUYA IS WEARING HEELS

My latest comic for The Nib was written by my friend Mike Thompson- it’s his first published comics work! 

The Nib has been a steady source of income and a huge support to me and many other indie cartoonists for years. They publish amazing work, but will be cut loose by their financial backer in July. You can read the official post about it from editor Matt Bors here.  They are still running their kickstarter-funded print magazine, but have to put digital publishing on hiatus until they figure out their next steps. If you’ve been thinking about supporting their membership program, now would be a good time. They have levels from $2 to $40 per month. I really don’t want this to be my last Nib piece! 

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