“you Dont Get To Like The Harry Potter Series Because Jk Rowling Sucks” Correction: You Dont Get

Thinking about women with penises. Women with pussies. Men with penises. Men with pussies. People who are some configuration of being with penises, people who are some configuration of being with pussies. People who are a beautiful mixture of two extremes in any manner. Just the wonderful ways that human beings can exist.

God I love gender

If anyone has any ideas on specifics, that would help me immensely. If you’re a trans person and are interested in developing this ceremony and the Verosui with me, you’re more than welcome to. Credit will be given, of course.

Verosui.

[ veros: “genuine” (Greek); sui: “self” (Latin). ]

OFFICIAL NAME. Verosui

ALSO KNOWN AS. The Holy Messenger OR The Amender

SIZE. 14.5 in

DIET. They eat berries, but they also enjoy eating arthropods and small invertebrates such as spiders, scorpions, centipedes and such.

ABOUT THEM. There used to be an ancient ceremony where whenever someone announced that they were born in the wrong body, they would contact the Goddess via a song so that She would send her beloved pet, the Verosui, to right her wrong. The Amender would arrive a week after the song, to perform its magic. During this week, the village or family would gather around in prayer so that the Amender will show its holy compassion as a sign of compassion towards the sufferer.

Once the Amender arrives, they shall see if a person’s true self would be what they claim. If they deem it necessary, they shall begin the performance of sex reassignment, which really involves powerful magic being used while they fly in circles around their target. It is said that the experience is a mixture of thrilling and painful, so it would really depend on who the person is.

Unfortunately, this ceremony was banned in 1903 by the Minister of Magic at the time — K. Rowl. Ever since then, the wixes were forced to forget about this ceremony since they would be persecuted if they attempted to relieve a sufferer’s pain. Sufferers were soon scorned and mocked if they came out.

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My First Heartbreak.

When I was in third grade, my mother decided that I should join ballet as a way to keep me distracted from what was happening with the divorce of my parents. I’m not sure what exactly made her think I would be interested in such a thing, back then I hated looking feminine in any way - and I mean it in a I-would-cry-and-throw-a-tantrum kind of way. But she did, and she dragged me along to every store that sold uniforms and ballet shoes and hair accessories and such, very much to my dismay. 

It was odd though, I frowned and whined throughout the entire process...until I was pushed into the classroom for beginner ballerinas. I don’t know what it was that stunned me into silence, maybe it was the fact that the teacher was so magnificently beautiful and I was too gay to deal with it; perhaps it was the amount of girls thrown in one room, all giggling and chatting away like a group of best friends even though the majority had only just met. All I know is that I loved the athmosphere around me. 

The ballet instructor, Miss Vazquez, was the sweetest woman I had every met, bless her soul. I was socially anxious, clumsy, and all-around awkward, but she didn’t let it stop her from patiently teaching me how to dance. I mean, to this day I have two left feet, but back then I had absolutely no body coordination. Still, each time I came remotely close to doing something right she would cheer and celebrate it like I was showing enough promise to become the next ballet legend. She taught me how to dance to the vibration of the music, since I’m deaf, and would always figure out new ways for me to improve. It came to the point where I convinced myself that I was in love with her, and that one day I would end up marrying her, when I was old enough. 

I became obsessed with ballet. I practiced any time I could; if you’d met me back then, you would have seen me scrambling to finish my classwork or test before anyone else and begging my teachers at school to let me practice in the halls while the rest of the class finished. It was unhealthy, but I wanted to impress Miss Vazquez. She had so much faith in me, she was always reassuring me that I could be as good as any other ballerina if I dedicated myself to it. Miss Vazquez always noticed the improvements, would always praise my efforts. It was like a drug that left me dazed for the rest of the weekend. 

Alas, it couldn’t last. The divorce of my parents were costing my mother a fortune, and she couldn’t afford to continue taking me to the ballet lessons. Not to mention that she needed to find someone to take care of my younger brother, who was a toddler at the time, and my grandmother was too sick to do it like she used to. So I stopped showing up. 

I never got to say goodbye, and I never saw Miss Vazquez again. We never recovered financially, so I was never able to continue dancing. It was the first time I experienced heartbreak, but looking back, it was a beautiful kind of ache. 

Harry Potter Rewrite: Help!

I’ve been outlining more or less what I want the final result for my Harry Potter rewrite to look like but I’m stuck on two outcomes of Hari’s childhood:

NOTE: I have a headcanon in which the Potters are Indian, so James names his son Hari. I think I mentioned this before, if I didn’t, feel free to ask about it.

Hari is raised by his Aunt Petunia, but she leaves Vernon.

Petunia’s marriage starts falling apart when Lily dies.

Vernon didn’t let her go to her sister’s funeral because he was sure that the place would be crawling with “freaks”. Even if Petunia begged, he would still prevent her from going.

Vernon made nasty comments about Lily and James’ death, saying that they’re two less freaks to worry about.

Eventually Petunia leaves her husband and moves back in with her parents (who are alive in this version).

Petunia decides to go to college, a decision supported by her parents since they promised to help her financially and with the boys.

She studies to become an English teacher.

She loves her job. Also, she might fall in love with the History teacher.

She remarries, and it’s a man who treats her right and is good with the boys.

Both boys are treated equally while with her.

Dudley and Hari get along well. Although whenever Dudley returns from his weekends at his father’s, they fight a lot.

Hari grows up knowing he’s a wizard and knowing (more or less, because Petunia didn’t have all the details) what had happened to his parents.

Many more…

Hari is raised by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Remus, along with several other people who believed Sirius was innocent, start protesting and putting pressure on the Ministry so that they can give Sirius a proper trial.

Sirius is renamed innocent.

Dumbledore still refuses to hand Hari over to them, even though they were the rightful guardians of the child.

The last straw is when Dumbledore casually corrects them and says that Hari’s name has been changed to Harry.

They whitewashed his name. They were livid.

Remus and Sirius, along with some handpicked friends to help them, manage to kidnap Hari.

They take him to Wales, further away from Remus’ former home. They cast an insane amount of spells to hide themselves from Dumbledore. They were untraceable.

Other than the protections needed, they lived a muggle life.

They have other children (the names I’m still working out), there’s five kids in total.

Two of those children are werewolves, attacked at a young age by another wolf pack that’s not Fenrir Greyback. They—Remus, especially—wanted to bring them comfort when he found out about them.

Hari lives in a loud, chaotic household in the middle of nowhere.

Lyall Lupin eventually moves in with them because Remus worried for his father—the man was old and alone.

And many more…

NOTE: The outcome of the votings will determine the overall plot of Hari’s era. Choose wisely, what do you want to see?

You gotta just. Unfollow blogs that upset you. If you are so angry at a total stranger that you send them multiple anonymous messages, that is not normal. That is not healthy behavior.

HP Rewrite: Possible Muslim Character.

I just found out that Muslims believe that every kind of magic is Black Magic (correct me if I’m wrong). Now I’m a bit afraid of writing them into my Harry Potter rewrite, since I wanted to represent them but if it’s going to offend my Muslim readers, then I think I probably shouldn’t. Still, here’s what I had in plan for them (there was supposed to be two characters who were Muslim).

They’re best friends whose family are also very close. They’re supposed to be muggleborn witches. One of them (Zaneerah) is blind, and the other one (Saida) doesn’t have any disability. So once they get to Hogwarts and they realized just how inaccessible the school is for students with any kind of disabilities, the two muslim best friends work together to find magical ways to make life easier.

After their project is done and over with and Zaneerah begins excelling in her classes with her new spells and such, Saida finds that her passions lay in helping those with certain disabilities. She spends the rest of her school years working closely with other disabled students to find something that helps them without actually erasing their disability (if they don’t wish to).

I’m disabled, so I thought this would be a cool idea. But if it’ll offend my Muslim readers then perhaps I shouldn’t proceed? What do you think? Because I do believe that there must be magical people all over the country regardless of where they’re from or their religion, should these girls struggle with their newfound identity while at school? Maybe have some issues with their families? They would have to attend Hogwarts or some magical school because otherwise they’d become Obscurials.

I saw a post where someone posted that if the character is born with magic, then it might be viewed as a gift from Allah, but I want to make sure it’s right.

Again, if it’s too complicated, or would still offend my Muslim readers, just tell me the word and I’ll remove this idea and replace it with something else.

Harry Potter Rewrite: Google Form.

Hello my loves,

I’ve been a bit stuck while writing (nothing to worry about, I just have the attention span of a five-year-old and cannot focus for the life of me), but I still wanted to hear more about what you guys want to see! So, I found a much more organized way of doing that!

Google Form!

Honestly, I’m really excited to see what you guys want or don’t want. Who knows, maybe something will strike me and help me keep writing! Remember, I accept headcanons of every character that isn’t Dumbledore. Literally tell me about anyone else except him.

Asks and PMs are always welcomed, too!

(AO3) Reasons to Stay

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

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