God This Scene I Haven’t Written Would Be So Emotional If It Came With 50k Words Of Context I Also

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

Severitus promptish stuffs

Severitus where Harry is deeply hurt/affected by Severus' strict/old-fashioned/etc parenting styles.

Severus is always portrayed as strict, sometimes bordering on straight up abusive, but then because he's better than the Dursleys, readers and authors alike tend to agree that it's okay. (IF THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE, THAT'S FINE SO LONG AS THERE'S A DISCLAIMER.)

But arguably, most often, his tactics are rather harsh. Maybe he's firm on the whole open door policies, or washing mouths out with soap, I've seen a lot with spanking as well, but there's never any after effect, so make there be one.

Oh, he washed his mouth out with soap? Now he's scared to talk.

Spanked? He doesn't see the difference, frankly I don't either, though, so I don't have much to offer here.

No door policy? He feels watched.

Whatever you decide, there should be a point of realization that this is harmful. However that decided though differs.

Make Harry write an essay about Scary Things, and instead of writing about something normal, he writes about how he's terrified of messing up.

Maybe Severus discovers a diary.

Or, and something that I find worked with their personalities, is a massive fight. Harry messed up, and now Severus is threatening whatever, and Harry loses it. "I want to go back to the Dursleys, because at least I know they're cruel, with you it's a mix up."

It's so angsty, om nom nom nom.

When someone interrupts me while I'm writing an intense scene.

Being a queer Christian is like being attacked from all perspectives. Like, yes, historically Christians are terrible, but I'm still queer. I'm still trans. I'm still me.

I understand that Christians are quite rude, but I'm not them. I'm faithful, or, I try to be. I'm very sorry that religion has hurt you, it is supposed to be safe, loving, caring, not harmful, and people have tarnished it, and yes, for that I'm sorry. But I'm still queer.

I constantly have to defend my faith, explain everything, and STILL get told I'm not a true Christian.

I constantly have to defend my own transness, my own gayness, and I'm still told I'm not truly trans, not truly gay. I am.

I have spent MONTHS begging for God to change me, even though it wasn't a mistake, nothing to change. I have questioned everything, been put in so much danger from BOTH sides.

People LOVE to DM me, come up to me, harass me, asking me private questions to "change me". Hell, it gets blamed on my own traumas.

I am gay. I am Christian. I'm also trans. I'm not going anywhere, so deal with it and stop attacking me for just existing.

Severitus trope, plot, thingy, prompt.

Severitus but instead of Harry being scared of making the wrong move, he wants to make the wrong move. He can't stand the lack of chaos and shouting, he needs to feel unsafe because that is how he feels safe. So he keeps pushing his buttons, and he's getting punished ofc, but he's not being hit. There's no slapping, spanking, kicking, nothing.

One day, he pushes too many buttons for him to believe that he's not going to be hit, but to his surprise, he's not hit, so he loses it. He's screaming, shouting, maybe even crying a bit, asking when will he be hit because he can't handle not knowing.

Severus, calm as ever, maybe even looking down at a book or something, tells him he will never hit him because it's cruel, stupid, or wtv reason.

Cue Harry sobbing because he's never been told something like that, and Severus reassuring him.

Severus and Harry, I'm not debating this.

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

Snirius fic thingy

1506 words.

Story summary: Teasing Severus goes way too far. They tell jokes about his father, his looks, his house, his style, literally everything. Usually, he could handle it, but now he can't. He runs off from their laughter and collapses into the floor, clutching his chest and sobbing. His sobs turn into a panic attack, and Sirius finds him. Originally, he pokes fun at him, but soon he realizes just how badly it affected him, and he helps him through it.

Ships: Snirius (snack)

Additional information: Set in the marauders era, somewhere after 4th year

Percents??: hurt 60% comfort 30% romance 10% maturity PG-13, it's nothing too bad.

Cw: Swearing, insults, teasing, minor violence, panic attacks.

Tw: Bullying

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He couldn't escape their words, their cruel actions. Remus laughed as James picked him apart, piece by piece. He laughed at his hair, the texture and color of it. He scoffed at his body in general, bony and lanky, his features jagged and rough, abrupt and pale. His eyes, dark as coal. He teased him about his father, drunken and stinky whenever he showed up near his family, which made him want to cry even harder. He ranted about his voice, how it was deep but still nasily. He judged him for taking an interest in the dark arts, for liking potions, and for not even showing up to quidditch matches. Sirius laughed and joked about him in general, performing mocking acts in front of his friends. Eventually, when Peter mentioned his interests again, he couldn't handle it. They laughed as he rang off.

He didn't know where he was running, but he trusted his legs to get him somewhere safe. Tears blurred his vision, their teasing voices filling his head. Eventually, his breathing speeds up. The quick breaths got to him, causing him to lean against a wall. His black robes caught on the designs engrained in the oak walls slightly, but the friction quickly dissipated as he slid down the wall. His knees were brought up to his chest, arms hugged around them. His books and bag were scattered beside him, papers flown about carelessly. Suddenly, he heard a voice, raspy and dramatic, a teasing tone to it.

"Jeez, drama queen." The words, however a considerably less harsh intent and tone as the previous ones, still hurt.

"Really living up to the name Snivellous, eh?" He outstretched his hand, shooing him away.

"Go.. Go 'way," he rasped out, trying to conjure up a barky tone, but he couldn't manage to.

"Oh- oh, so you're like- like actually freaking out?" His voice dropped the mocking tone, the harsh intent, just minor shock and concern. Severus' hand gripped his chest, still trying to create a snapping time through his unease and gasps.

"I-.. I said- said go away!" There was a bit of an involuntary pleading tone to his words, one that tugged at the empathy in the others heart.

"No. I'm not leaving you to pick up my mess right now, just deal with it." He kneeled down, trying to get the distressed man to look at him or something. He grabbed the man's hands, which were pulling at his hair.

"I said-.. said go away!" His voice contained a bit of a snarl, but it wasn't strong. His head was bobbing slightly and black dots clouded his vision. His hand was placed on the calm ones chest.

"Just follow my breathing." Severus' fingers curled around the fabric, maybe a feat of desperation, trying to keep the touch close, or perhaps an act of dominance, trying to prove to himself that he was still totally in control, but he wasn't. He was completely at the mercy of his own panic, and that thought terrified him more than any teasing, pranks, or bullies could.

However, it was probably the fact that he hasn't had a proper hug since he was eight, and having been so long, he yearned for any physical touch he could get, even if it came in hits or shoves, which could also be why he was quite literally clinging onto him,. although he would never admit his to his thirst for human contact.

"Seriously, you're going to pass out. Just breathe." He managed to suck in a ragged, short breath, but it wasn't as speedy or shallow as the others that came before it. He bit back a sob, but some of it escaped, coming out in the form of a pathetic cry.

"Seriously, go- go away."

"No, not happening. Like I said, deal with it." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, presenting his anger in whatever exhausted format his body could. Although, he couldn't lie, the hand lightly gripping his wrist, his hand pressed against his chest, warmth piercing through the layered robes and dress shirt, was quite relaxing.

"Just look around and tell me something green." He looked around, his obsidian eyes tracing the corridor, searching for anything with a hint of emerald.

"My.. tie." Sirius nodded.

"Something red." His eyes shifted down.

"Your tie." He couldn't lie, his breathing had gotten a bit better. Sirius placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder, which made him practically melt. His shoulders instantly dropped from their perched position. He let out an uncontrollable hum of contentment.

"Something brown, Sniv." The nickname snapped him out of his dazed and possibly content state, rewinding all progress done. He snapped his shoulder away, tugging his hand out of the other's grip.

"Go- go away!" He slammed his hands over his ears, similar to a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't care. He just needed him to leave him alone, the harsh truth shining through the curtain. When the hand reached out again, he jerked back.

"Go away!" His panic mixed with fear, and it wasn't a good concoction. Angry, rage-filled huffs mixed with panicked breathing, hot tears of anger and panicked sobs escaping him. He shook, whether that was the cold air of the late fall rushing in through the open windows, or the anger surging through him, sending rushes of adrenaline to spike through his veins, or the panic and sadness of the hurtful words. Sirius reached out again, grabbing his wrist.

"I said- said leave me-.. me alone!" His breathing was evidently getting worse, proven by the pauses and steamers in his sentences. However much it hurt to turn away comfort, he knew it would only hurt more once the kindness was proven fake.

"No, I'm not going! You're going to deal with this!"

"I know- know you're just doing this to-.. to talk about me with your-.. your stupid friends! You're just going to- to laugh! Leave me-.. me alone!"

Sirius was done verbally fighting with the man, arguing about a point that wouldn't change from either side. He grabbed the other's wrist and pulled him into a hug, which caused the other to freeze, stunned by the sudden act of kindness.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, especially when you're like this, that was... excessive. Just let me help you." He couldn't fight with himself anymore, giving into the touch. His body relaxed. As if on cue, he heard the thumps of footsteps, a duo, laughing. He recognized those voices far too well. He instinctively peered over his shoulder, anxiously trying to find them, where they were so he could know which way to run, but of course, they had chosen hallway left and backwards from him. He tensed up as he heard them laugh, shouting his nickname from afar.

"Hey, Padfoot, hugging Snivellous? That's gotta be a new low," James bellowed.

"Aw, we go too far?" Peter called out in a baby voice, obviously mocking Severus. Sirius however, was not laughing. He had just helped him calm down to a reasonable degree, and now he was getting wound up again.

"Fuck off," he barked. James laughed a bit.

"What did you say?"

"I said fuck off, James. Just leave him alone for one damn minute! He's having a hard time." With a scowl present on his face, he tightened his grip on Severus and glared at James, who scoffed and toddled off, probably to go tell Remus and laugh about Severus, but that didn't matter.

"Just keep breathing, you're doing great." He kept it steady before it got ragged again.

"No, don't start up again, everything's alright." While his tone was harsh, the arms wrapped around him weren't. Severus was promptly exhausted, a headache already making its way into his head.

"Are you okay, now?" Severus nodded, quickly pulling away from the embrace and backing away.

"I'm-.. I'm sorry for how I acted earlier." Severus nodded.

"I'll- I'll tell the guys to lay off. See you around, I guess, Severus." And with that, the curly haired man left, but not without a glance over the shoulder to see Severus picking up his books, wiping his face dry off all the tears he cried.

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Idk how to end fics, so deal with this ig, chat.

Whumpish trope thing

Whumpee just went through something terrible and doesn't want to let go of caretaker, literally cannot stand to be outside of their embrace since they were rescued. For some reason (you decide) they need to be taken away or out of their arms. Whumpee is screaming, sobbing, maybe even ripping out their hair or acting utterly hysterical, doing anything to get back to them, because that's their safety.

Caretaker is trying to calm Whumpee down, trying to get them to understand that they need to go or need to let go, but they can't.

The best example I have of this is in Infinity war when Peter is begging not to go, clinging onto Tony.

“I’m a writer” I mumble to myself as I type “what defines a war crime” into the google search bar