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atmothart · 1 year

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Wouldn't lizard fashion be something like spikes and scales and a frilled lizard collar?

Like so?

(Bonus art under the cut)

#thank you anon I've been wanting to draw proper lizard fashion for a while and this gave me the motivation I needed #dracula daily #re: dracula #dracula #lizard fashion #The colours I chose here make Drac look like Harry Du Bois - which is appropriate given how I tend to depict his personality in my shitpost #bonus under the cut featuring Dracula's Weed Smorking Girlfriends #personally I really like the theory that the three vampire women are actually dracula's wife and two daughters #since the book never actually calls them his wives and the two subordinate girls are specifically described as looking similar to him #the idea that he turned his family but is no longer capable of loving them (or being loved by them) adds a whole extra layer for me #because he still goes through the motions - goes out to get them food (babies) and provide for them/fulfil the role of a patriarch #but its hollow and loveless and done out of strange obligation/habit - like an echo of being alive #BUT for the sake of comedy I will always draw them as his three weed smorking girlfriends because it's just funnier #or rather as I like to think of them - his three weed smoking EX-girlfriends who spend all day making fun of him and and freeloading #I'm going to tag any art with them in it from here on out as #the ex-wives of dracula #he's going to england to escape their ridicule

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xjustakay · 2 months

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✺ (3/10) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: sugar — 1,146 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; when the five year old is on a sugar high)

Immediately upon getting home from his meeting, Regulus is aware that things have not gone to plan. James was meant to pick up Harry from his mums’, and the two of them were supposed to decide on dinner and their entertainment for the evening. They usually have a movie night together, the three of them, when Harry first comes back to theirs again, but it seems his husband and his son had other plans upon coming home.

Because they’re out in the backyard on the trampoline.

Regulus hears Harry’s loud laughter carrying from the back screen before he even has to check. Setting his keys aside, he makes his way to the door to the backyard. He stands there inside for a moment, helplessly fond as he watches where Harry sits cross-legged, looking up at James, waiting.

James bounces gently in place a short distance from where the five year old sits before launching himself to land on his feet closer beside him. It flings Harry a few inches off the trampoline’s surface, his little limbs flailing as he shrieks excitedly. He flops flat onto his back afterward, lost in a string of giggles that ends up turning into ‘again, again, again!’

Two peas in a pod, James laughs with him, then reaches with both hands to tow Harry back up in his previous position. Before James can properly send him bouncing as he had moments prior, both of their heads whip in the direction of the sliding screen door when Regulus opens it to step outside.

“Papa!” Harry smiles widely, waving over at him with both hands. “Papa, watch this! Daddy can make me fly.”

“Oh, he can, can he?” Regulus smirks, coming off the patio onto the grass near the trampoline.

Harry nods and looks up at James. “Show him, daddy.”

Despite the fact that he’d just witnessed it moments ago before joining them, Regulus plays along, pretending to be awed by the way James jumps and causes Harry to bounce up off the trampoline. Again, Harry giggles for several seconds, cheeks rosy and smile unrelenting as he rolls from being flopped on his back onto his belly.

“You gotta try it, papa,” Harry tells him. “Daddy’s been doing it for ages now and it’s so fun every time.”

Regulus chuckles with a slow shake of his head. “Where’s all this energy coming from, I wonder?”

“Cookies!” Harry answers immediately, squirming up onto his knees.

One dark brow arches, Regulus’ eyes shifting to James who has the decency to look momentarily sheepish under the questioning look.

“Cookies before dinner?” He asks pointedly.

“I can explain,” James starts.

“Mama was making a whole bunch of them and mum sent me here with a big plate to share with you and daddy,” Harry explains for him.

“So, really, that look should be reserved for Pandora and Lily, my love,” James chimes in.

Regulus smiles tightly, head cocking to the side. “I’m sure you’d prefer that.”

James grimaces faintly and clambers off the trampoline, out through the zip-up mesh opening that keeps the edges screened in, to come to Regulus’ side. A large hand falls at his waist, Regulus still managing to look sternly up at him even when James leans down to kiss his cheek. He clearly has been humoring their son for a while, because he’s flushed and a little sweaty, slightly out of breath and so warm at Regulus’ side.

“You know how hard it is to get him to settle down when he’s had too much sugar,” Regulus points out.

“I know, I’m sorry.” James smooths his hand along his lower back in a continuous motion.

Regulus hums, gaze drifting to where Harry half-runs, half-bounces around the full circle of the trampoline. “How many did you let him have?”

“Just one, I swear.” James follows his line of sight, stepping even nearer to him to curl his arm around his waist. “But he did mention that Pandora had been letting him help in the kitchen, and you know that means—”

“Licking all the spoons.”

“And handfuls of chocolate chips. Ah, and some of them are frosted, even, so uh… icing taste tests, too.”

“Great.” Regulus shakes his head. “This has to be some kind of payback for when we brought him and Luna back to theirs after all that cake and candy at Ron’s birthday party.”

James chuckles and squeezes gently at his side. “He’ll crash soon enough, surely.”

“I assumed that’s why you brought him out here in the first place,” Regulus says.

“It was either that, or his suggestion to build a pillow fort pirate ship in the living room. I felt this was less jarring for you to come home to.”

Regulus watches as Harry does a quick somersault only to spring back to his feet, bounce twice in place, and purposely land on his bum with another bounce. He laughs breathlessly, adjusting glasses knocked askew by the impact, and Regulus can’t help but huff a quiet laugh of his own. Hopped up on sugar as he may be, Harry’s joy is never a thing Regulus takes for granted. Even in the silliest of moments —if not especially then.

“You’re going to sleep like babies tonight,” Regulus comments.

“Probably true.”

“After a solid bath time because you’re both so gross right now.”

James snorts, giving a tilted nod of his head in agreement. “Fair.”

“Have to figure out dinner still, too.”

“We could order a pizza to make things easy?” James suggests. When Regulus nods in reply, he nods, too. “I can stay out here and help him run off some more of the sugar high if you want to go ring it in?”

“No, I’ll watch him. You go inside and get yourself some water before you pass out or something,” Regulus teases.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m in excellent shape,” James scoffs. Lower, just for him, he murmurs, “A fact you’re very well aware of, my love.”

He punctuates the playful remark by nipping gently at the edge of Regulus’ jaw. Regulus bats him away, lips twitching upward in a smile that couldn’t be held back even if he tried.

“Heathen,” He mutters.

“That’s me. Your heathen husband.” James smacks an overdramatic kiss to Regulus’ cheek this time before separating.

Harry hops up closer to the trampoline’s edge, hands braced carefully on the outside net to ask, “What’s a heathen, papa?”

Regulus hears James laugh loudly behind him on his way inside.

He shakes his head, grinning fondly as he looks back at Harry. “Don’t worry about that, darling. Why don’t you show me how your cartwheels are coming, hm?”

Harry brightens immediately, nodding and leaping backward. “Okay! Make sure you’re watching the whole time!”

Nothing else in the world seems more worth Regulus’ time than watching their boy be so happy. Riled up on sugar or otherwise.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy dads feels never let me down #also brought to you by my 5 y/o niece being so easily amused/distracted by the simplest of things when she’s hyper #+ also how i joke about winding her up on sugar before taking her back to her mom lmao #anyway #love jeggy and baby harry sooo much #sweet little silly loving family<3 #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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marsberryart · 9 months

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dorlily raising harry 🥹

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ashshmee · 1 month

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thank you pinterest for emailing me these regulily coded photos based on my activity. i love you for that <33

#actually giggled when they sent me these #i love these babies #regulily #waterlily #stargazer #lily evans #regulus black #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #jegulily

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basiatlu · 6 months

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Rush

by @mono-chromia & @basiatlu

‘He’s not kissing me, but I can taste him. He’s not kissing me, but his tongue touches mine because I meet him halfway. He’s not kissing me, but I am kissing him.’

It’s one thing to let yourself want the things you want, and another to let yourself have them. Draco does neither, but a lot can change in a single night.

A story about being queer and being shameless, about feeling out of place and falling into place. About finding your people and letting them see you, no matter how uncomfortable.

word count: 10.5k

✨Read on Ao3✨

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einaudis · 22 days

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ALL OF US STRANGERS (2023) dir. ANDREW HAIGH

#filmedit #filmgifs #movieedit #moviegifs #All of Us Strangers #aousedit #filmtvdaily #filmtvcentral #cinemapix #fyeahmovies #dailyflicks #mine*#mygifs #movies*#I can't believe this is done. and you won't believe how long it took me to make it. insane... because it's just a scene #I didn't even use different fonts. or a cool template. or transitions... it was a single scene... but look... I made captures for 10 gifs #and things kept happening and I kept finding little gestures and beautiful things and I just couldn't keep them out the gifs #I mean look at Harry and that slow realization. please look at the glow around his shoulders at the beginning #and how ethereal and out of this world he already is AND THEN when Adam says 'I found you' he becomes more... real and present!#and those eyes and the intensity of that 'you're here' and their eyes and faces and smiles and how Harry's desperate but Adam calms him dow #and his voice when he asks 'how come no one found me?' the realization that people didn't care to check on him. it screamed to my soul #I haven't stopped thinking about that scene since the moment I first watched it #honestly... I wish I could live in this scene forever #now this is a super long post and I know it won't get many notes and it was surely made before... but I needed to make this for myself...#so here it is :) I'm tired but I love it #GOD the way Harry goes full baby when Adam caresses his cheek and he SMILES LIKE THAT! AHHHHHHH!#*runs down the hill screaming*

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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 months

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Hey friends. I always promised that I would write a disclaimer if I ever wrote something sad. So here is that disclaimer: this is sad. Harry is also experiencing some internalized “ace-phobia”, if you will. Just really struggling to believe that being ace is ever enough in a relationship with someone who is not. Yes, the author is hardcore projecting on the poor character.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said, and it sounded sincere, even Harry could hear the ring of truth to it over the splintering sound of his heart. “I just,” Draco swallowed, looked down at the glass in his hands, “I think living alone would be what’s better for me right now.”

Harry nodded, shoving down the emotions, pushing back the hurt, the yearning, as he forced a smile, “no. For sure,” he said, keeping his voice light, pushing every ounce of happy-for-you-undertone that he could. “Yeah. You have to do what’s best for you,” he agreed, and he meant it, even though it hurt the way that it hurt when you sliced open your foot on a piece of glass; sudden and sharp, terribly painful in its unexpectedness.

“It’s not you,” Draco said, reaching across the table and squeezing Harry’s hand, giving him a smile and Harry wondered what the other man could see on his face. “It’s not that I don’t want to live with you,” he said.

He nodded, “right. I get it.”

“And you can come over all the time, we can have a movie night whenever we want since I won’t have Pansy and Blaise to worry about.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. Smiling, smiling, smiling. Please Godric, let it be enough that Draco can’t see past it. “Yeah. That sounds great,” he agreed.

“Dinner once a week,” he promised, “and we can cook together!”

He nodded, plastering the smile even harder to his face, “I’d love that,” he said. Not as much as he would have loved doing the shopping together, and cooking together in their shared space but… best not to think about it.

“I love you too much to live with you,” Draco said, like that made any sense at all.

“Yeah,” he said, pushing down the tears threatening to spill, heart throbbing in his throat. “I love you too,” he said. Not too much, he thought, more than his body could hold sometimes but not so much that he couldn’t live with the other man.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said again.

And Harry wanted to make up a lie, wanted to tell Draco he had another appointment or something, but Draco was his best friend. More than that, Harry had thought. They’d started planning a life together; he’d told Draco everything, given him his entire heart. Draco had said that he wanted Harry forever too. Harry’s worked so hard to actually believe him. But that was probably just the mixed signals that Harry sent, confusing everyone that he loved because he couldn’t love them in the way that they wanted. “Don’t be. I still have Ron and Hermione.”

“You could try living alone too,” Draco offered, and Harry knew it was because of the conversations they’d had, about how hard it could be living with people who were in love. About how alone Harry felt even when he was in the same room as them sometimes.

He knew Draco was trying to offer a good solution, “nah,” he said, aiming for casual and hoping that he hadn’t missed the mark by as much as it felt like he had. “I don’t do well on my own. It’s okay. I’m okay,” he assured.

“Okay,” Draco said, giving him a little smile. “I toured an apartment today.”

“Oh,” he said, “tell me about it!” And he let himself get lost in Draco’s joy, lost in how excited he was for his own adventure.

“And it just feels right, you know?” Draco asked when he finished describing his viewing.

“I’m really glad,” he said, genuinely because he loved Draco. Loved him with his entire heart and wanted what was good for him. But he couldn’t say he understood. He couldn’t. Because all Harry wanted was to be able to come home to Draco at the end of the day. All Harry wanted was someone to sit on the sofa with and eat dinner with. He wanted to be able to take care of Draco, to love him on his hard days and to listen to his stories. Harry wanted a place to come home to where he could just shut off the facade, could just be Harry.

But they didn’t want the same things. That was clearer now than it had ever been. Someday, Draco was going to get married. Someday, he’d fall in love with someone else, someone who could love him the same way, someone whose body wasn’t broken, someone who’d want to have sex with him. Someday, he’d meet someone who could be enough, who would have the capacity to accept the love that Draco felt like was too much for Harry.

And Harry wouldn’t deny him that. He wouldn’t stand in the way. It didn’t matter that Harry loved Draco with everything that he had, with all that he was, in every way that he was capable of loving another human. It wasn’t enough.

It hadn’t ever been before Draco. It had been foolish to believe that could have changed.

How could he have hoped that it might be now? How could he have let himself dream that he might ever be enough for the best person he knew?

He loved Draco more than anything, so he did the only thing that he knew how to do.

He loved him with every beat of his bruised and bloodied heart. Harry set aside his own needs, his own wants, his own desires and loved Draco in the way that he needed and not in the way that Harry wanted. Harry set aside his hopes, and dreams, the plans they’d made together and begged his heart to be happy for the other man.

Be good, he begged himself. Be kind.

Love was sacrifice. How could he have let himself forget?

#drarry #sad #ace harry potter #like seriously. this is v sad. the author is v sad. please don’t read this if you’re looking for a pick me up #just processing the hurt #trying to learn how to love more than I desire to be loved #yes. we are actively dumping our trauma on this poor baby #sad sad sad

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year

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Oh my god okay I’m so fucking excited for literally any fic you write from this little prompt challenge.

My prompt for you: Slytherin!Harry getting Ravenclaw!Draco to tutor him on potions or the subject of your choice; lots of flirting and tension and dijwbdjdjdns.

(TOTALLY get it if this doesn’t inspire. Go with your muse. I’ll eat up anything that comes from your brain)

LOVE YOU!!!!!

(I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU)

Draco was completely mental to be doing this. The very idea was preposterous but to be actually proceeding with it?

I mean, it was Potter.

Draco stood outside the classroom they had agreed upon, clutching his books, practicing the script he'd spent three hours on, over and over in his head.

'"There you are, Potter",' he murmured on repeat. 'It's "There you are, Potter", not "There you are, Potter". Spit out the "Potter", you sound positively giddy with happiness otherwise. And for heaven's sake don't let him kiss you this time. What a menace, honestly. "There you are, Potter. There you are, Potter"...'

He stepped into the classroom. It was nearly dusk and the room shone violently orange which was rapidly darkening. Potter hadn't lit the torches. He was sitting - no, lounging - on a seat in the first row with his feet propped up on the table, arms crossed, wand tucked behind his ear.

He smirked when he saw Draco, an indecent twist of the lips made even more worrying by the promise that gleamed in his eyes.

'Here I am, Potter!' said Draco shrilly and dropped his books.

Potter let his chair fall forward with a thud, the tips of his hair gleaming orange in the sun. He got to his feet and made his way over to Draco, who just stood there.

Potter stopped, waved his hand, caught Draco's books as they floated up.

'Here you are, Malfoy,' he said sweetly.

Only twenty minutes later, Draco was sure he was about to be violently sick.

Potter smelled incredible. He was also extremely warm which was definitely why Draco was so warm and also sweating everywhere and it felt unreal to even be sitting next to Potter, tutoring him for their Potions N.E.W.T.

'So, before we add the hellabore,' Potter frowned down at the bird-scratchings that were his notes, 'we need to simmer for eighteen minutes because otherwise the scorpion venom will curdle?'

'That can't be what you've written down,' Draco said, aghast. 'Why in heaven's name would a venom even curdle in the first place?! It's a venom! Class 7 substance! Non-reactive until it touches blood! This was covered in fourth year!'

His voice had gotten higher and louder with each word and by the end of it, Potter was grinning at him.

'Show me that,' snapped Draco, wrenching Potter's notes to himself and shoving on his glasses.

He squinted down at word shaped scribble. He could read five languages but this wasn't in any one of those. On the top right corner of the page, Potter had drawn a plump heart.

Inside the heart was written "DM".

Draco's face suddenly felt hotter than the setting sun. He pushed the sheaf of parchment back at Potter.

'I can't even decipher that atrocious rubbish,' he muttered, his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose. 'Venom can't curdle. We simmer to let the fairy wings dissolve completely. Next.'

Potter cleared his throat delicately, hunching over his notes again.

'So, once we've added the hellabore,' he said, voice full of something that made Draco's face grow even hotter, 'we stir clockwise--'

'Counter clockwise.'

'Right, counter clockwise, and then we add the moon salt and the Ogden's?'

Draco nodded along as Potter read, his knee bouncing uncontrollably next to Potter's solid thigh, his mind filled with absolute chaos.

'Yes, yes, right,' he said. 'Moon salt and two measures of Og-- Wait, what?! Ogden's?!

He ripped the notes out of Potter's hands but Potter was already laughing. Draco shoved the sheaf back at him, glowering.

'Look, Potter, I told you,' he shouted. 'I warned you that I don't have the time nor the inclination to put up with any of your nonsense! I knew you--'

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' Potter laughed, holding up his hands in surrender.

'--only to mess around with me but I agreed because everyone knows you're a giant dunderhead who can't even brew a simple Sleeping Draught if his life depended on it--'

'Now now, is that fair?' Potter said calmly.

'--told Hermione that you would faff about, I don't even know why she's friends with you, I've tried to understand why for seven years--'

'We're friends because she actually gave me a chance?' drawled Potter.

'--but I am done. I tried to do the right thing, the good thing, but you're just absolutely beyond incorrigible with your abominable hair and your untucked shirts and your revolting fan club--'

Draco had years worth of spewing left to do but suddenly he just couldn't.

Because Potter had dragged him in by the tie and kissed him, this time square on the mouth. Harry Potter was kissing him, Draco Malfoy, right on the mouth.

There he was. Potter.

(Part 1)

#I'm in so deep someone pull me out #thank you phoebe my lovely baby love #ravenclaw draco #slytherin harry #my writing #phoebe baybie

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mel-addams · 1 year

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Disco Harmony

[Image ID: a digital watercolor illustration, fanart for the game Disco Elysium. The image feels somewhat isolating, the majority of it filled only with a blue sky, nearly empty save for some sparse clouds, plus musical notes floating around two lines, swirling downward together to visually imply whistled tunes. The thicker line is a simple, swaying dark green trail—the other, a dark orange that loops around it in a thin, twisting melody. The lines end above Harry and Kim, who are sitting on an old, rusted swingset, staring out at a car half-sunk into the icy sea before them. They are viewed from behind, near a sparsely-leafed tree in the blurry foreground. The colors around the edges of the image all fade into a soft, Pale grey, which in turn becomes wispy and transparent.]

DRAMA - The tune on your lips forms a strange, yet undeniably beautiful contrast with the surrounding bleakness. KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a quick glance. Then, still looking straight ahead, he joins you with a higher-pitched and slightly more melodic trill. CONCEPTUALIZATION - Two birds on a wire, whistling by the seaside. Looking at the water. And a sunken car.

🎵 Want to be free Burn, baby, burn 🎶 And the trees are green and overhanging Feather-light, free, and everlasting

Doing a bit more watercolor experimentation in Rebelle, trying to wrangle water physics. The description of this scene stuck in my brain—because unless they both knew the song, you don't "just" casually, spontaneously harmonize with someone. They're either both very good with musical improv, and/or so ~in tune~ (hehe) with each other that it Just Works. (Which, yes, it's a symbolic story element of how Kim is perfect good at being adaptably exactly what's needed, a parallel to that one trust exercise idle they do.)

Either way, this struck my brain with the idea of using swirling lines (as ya do) to visualize the song as being the most solid and "real" thing, in what would mostly be isolating, empty sky. Everything else is watercolor (with ink lineart and airbrushed fog)—transient, transparent, and taking on the texture of the canvas—but the "song" was done in solid, opaque pencil.

#disco elysium #fanart #rebelle #my art #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #love the new collage posing feature but still wish we could flirt with Kim in-game #also those note trails took AGES to sort out #first random wiggles #then trying to find something to reference #I settled on Harry whistling 'burn baby burn'#while Kim harmonizes with the four-note section of the piano #as best as I could figure what the note lengths are #there's no way to recognize it just from looking #but I KNOW #and I like doing little details like that whenever I can #Kim's piano bit is also in the song titled Live With Me and yes please #also I like this canvas for Disco Elysium stuff #it's got a great wrinkled texture and the edges fade out perfect for the Pale #I've a comic I planned to do first but this was faster to finish

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profoundmakerdreamerss-blog · 9 days

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Give me a fic where Romione go to the past and raises baby Harry. Please. Like why do we not have any. My boy also deserves someone going to the past to save him, like really imagine baby Harry growing up with these two people who loves him unconditionally and will fight Dumbledore (fist fight even) for his safety. Imagine Ron teaching baby Harry to fly, while Hermione helps him with his homework. The first time Harry eats with them, he starts hyperventilating because he doesn't know if all that food is for him. Imagine, they both went to the past to save the world because their Harry is dead. Imagine, Ron nearly cried when Harry asked him if they will leave him because he is a freak. Imagine, a grown Hermione with her controlled ruthlessness dealing with the Dursleys. Imagine, how lovely the story would be — imagine how happy Harry would grow up to be.

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iheartmoons · 1 year

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yk what pisses me the fuck off? people being so obsessed w regulus that they downplay sirius' trauma just to make reg a sadder character that they can relate to. do whatever u want with reg - this is a free fandom, jkr doesn't run it and ur allowed to think whatever, but its actually baffling how ur willing to legit take away sirius' trauma for reg. i've seen people say that 'reg is the second choice child' like... ur kidding me, right? just because... he's younger?? doesn't make him second choice??? i will confidently say that sirius is 100% the less favoured child and i will fight anyone on it - i mean, how is this even a fucking debate?!? what is wrong with people?! sure, reg's story is sad and interesting but i desperately need you to stop depriving him of every little good thing in his life just to improve his story.

i will 100% confidently say that sirius is objectively one of the most, if not the most, traumatised character in the marauders fandom. yes, i know we shouldn't compare people's trauma, and with any other character i wouldn't. but this is sirius. he was physically and mentally abused by his parents, he felt that he had to protect a young child when he was only a year older and developed a martyr complex, had his family try and manipulate him into joining their cult at 16, ran away from home and was disowned at 16, grew up in wartime, he became a child solider at 18, his *adoptive* parents died at 19, his brother died at 19, his relationship w remus was falling apart, he got framed for the murder of his bsfs at 21 and then spent 12 years of his life getting his soul sucked out of him, at 33 he gets let out and his godson thinks he's a murderer and he has to un-learn his dog-like behaviours, at 34 the war begins again, at 35 he dies, and then in the afterlife watches remus have a wife and child. please fight me on this because i could go all day for him.

#please lets not debate about this #just because he had friends doesn't mean he was a-ok #like im disappointed that as a fandom we've downgraded his CANON trauma #its canon guys!!!!#not even a fucking headcanon #like remus having a bad father is just a headcanon #im petitioning rn to stop making reg a sad little emo baby #sure he had a shit life #but u need to get it in ur brains that there are some yes SOME tiny good aspects of his life #yeah alright his parents were abusive to him and they never really loved him #but to say he was second choice #you MUST be fucking me over #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #the black family #harry potter #the marauders #wolfstar #jegulus #bartylus #i mean sure reg was second as heir but like... have u guys never been taught how 'heirs' work???#i mean...surely u understand the concept #older siblings get chosen first #sad little baby didnt invited to the cult first :((((#STFU.

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theheartofthestar · 6 days

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Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - April 24th, 208 words

Unknown: Heyaa

Unknown: 6pm sounds ok?

Unknown: tmr

Unknown: Here

Unknown: Has sent a location

Me: Hi! I think you've got the wrong number

Unknown: ??

Unknown: Prongs sent me ur num

Unknown: Told me to remind youu to bring snacks

Me: Prongs?

Me: I'm not sure I am who you think I am

Unknown: James

Unknown: James is prongs

Me: Nope, not a clue, sorry

Unknown: Awn :(((

Unknown: Are u cute? u sound cute

Unknown: Wanna come by tmr at 6 either way?

Me: Are you inviting a stranger over because you think I might be cute? I might be a murderer

Unknown: Well are you?

Me: A murderer?

Unknown: I meant cute lok

Unknown: Lol*

Unknown: If youre a murderer then too bad

Unknown: You already got my address

Unknown: That might have been a bad call

Unknown: Welppp

Unknown: So yes? We're watching The Godfather

Me: Good soundtrack

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Me: wym no spoilers ?? It's been out for 50 years???

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Unknown: IM NOT AFRAID TO BLOCK YOU

Me: you haven't watched the godfather??

Me: Man I love that movie

Unknown: Awn gonna enjoy watching me watch it for the first time then

Me: Is this you flirting?

Unknown: Depends, is it working?

Me: You do know I'm a guy

Unknown: I was counting on it ;P

Unknown: What's your name?

Me: Remus :) you?

Unknown: Sirius

Unknown: So

Unknown: You'll be here tmr, yeah

Unknown: ?

Me: What kind of snacks should I bring then?

#Plot twist that was James plan all along #also we all know Sirius triple texts not an ounce of shame in that body #idek if this counts as a microfic #but here it is #astra writes #wolfstar #remus lupin loves the godfather and so do i #you cannot tell me Sirius wouldn't quote The Godfather movies to baby Harry #u know #his actual godson #“I'll make him an offer he can't refuse”#its cuddling in bed and reading his fav dragon's book

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xjustakay · 9 months

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(8/13) prompt: snow cone — 771 words (jegulus dads + harry)

Regulus sighs and runs a hand down his face, pressing over his eyes in irritation. This stupid fucking novel is going to kill him, he’s convinced. Either that or Dorcas will when he tries to plead for any possibility of an extension on his deadline again. Before he can resort to smashing his laptop to pieces on the patio table —real productive, that— he hears the familiar patter of little feet running on cement, coming up the side of the house to the backyard.

Easily, a gentle smile slips onto Regulus’ face as Harry comes into view. He hurries over to where Regulus is sitting, slurping from a paper cone in his hand. A little bit of the remaining neon green liquid in it dribbles onto Harry’s shirt and Regulus clicks his tongue.

“My darling, you’re making a bit of a mess there.”

Uncaring of trivial things like a stain right in the center of Buzz Lightyear’s face, Harry doesn’t even look down, instead grinning brightly at him as he gets closer. “Papa, look!”

Harry proceeds to hold his mouth wide open, tongue stuck all the way out for Regulus to see. It’s obvious why he’s done it in an instant; his tongue has turned the same bright green as the treat in his hand. Exhaling a laugh, Regulus shakes his head.

“Hold on, let me take a picture for your mums and Luna.” He picks up his phone from beside his laptop and turns the camera on the five year old. As soon as he’s taken it, he sends it off in the group chat he and James have with Lily and Pandora, then returns his attention to Harry.

“Luna’s at gymnastics, they won’t see it,” Harry points out.

“They can look at it after, can’t they?”

“Oh, yeah, duh.”

Regulus snorts, nothing but fondness in his gaze as his brows lift. “Now, riddle me this, if you and daddy were meant to be rollerskating round the block, how did you end up with a green tongue?”

“The ice cream truck came by us.” Harry sucks in a big breath like there’s more he wants to add, but James finally joining them in the backyard causes him to pause.

James has a package of wet wipes in hand and the partial roll of paper towels from the kitchen under his arm to get Harry cleaned up. It never ceases to amaze Regulus how attractive it is to watch James be so in his element as a father, even down to such simple details.

Still, Regulus manages to shoot him a sharp look. The unhelpable curl of his mouth makes the silent reprimand for treats before dinner entirely lacking, though.

“Sour apple snow cone did that, didn’t it, mate?” James says; Harry nodding quickly in confirmation.

“And you didn’t bring me anything, huh?” He looks back at Harry to ask.

“Daddy said you don’t like the ice cream truck because all the stuff’s too sugary,” Harry replies.

“Well.” Regulus gives a tilted nod of his head; can’t argue with that.

Harry leans his head back to look up at James expectantly when he slows to a stop beside him. Harry takes a held out wipe from him and wipes his face and hands after James takes the sticky paper cone from him.

Once he’s finished, James nods in Regulus’ direction in some wordless communication with Harry. He must understand immediately, because then there’s a mirrored playfulness on both of their faces when Harry swivels back to Regulus again, bouncing excitedly on his feet.

It’s half-giggled, wholly proud of himself as Harry announces, “Also, he said you’re sweet enough without it.”

A surprised laugh slips out, Regulus shaking his head as he looks incredulously at James. “Did you just use our son to flirt with me?”

“That depends.” He smirks, wagging a finger at him.

James sets the trash collected from Harry on the table’s edge, then wipes off his own hands. Harry, now cleaned up, has bolted to the trampoline in the corner of the yard, his job here clearly done.

“And what, pray tell, does it depend on?” Regulus asks, leaning back in his seat to gaze up at his husband.

James moves in front of where Regulus sits, nudging his knees apart gently to stand as close as possible. Both of his hands lift, cradling Regulus’ jaw between his warm palms and staring down at him adoringly.

Brushing a thumb over his cheek, James wrinkles his nose subtly. “Did it work?”

Regulus’ responding laugh ends up muffled into the kiss that James leans down to press to his lips.

#jegulus #starchaser #baby harry #somehow screaming and giggling at the same time over this one #they make me so happy #love them so so much #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

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ok-i-draw · 6 days

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Spring cleaning:

Harriet’s first husband:

After Harriet divorced him:

Hopper huntsman father:

Harry Harvestmen!

Harry Harvestmen:

A retired famous tennis player who just so happens to be hoppers father!

During his prime, he was the face of tenis, with his skill and good looks, he brought a crowds that would go on for miles! But nowadays, in his humble retirement, he spends his days relaxing and staying away from the spot light.

More info on him:

He tries to be this suave bachelor that has women constantly coming on to him, but in reality, he’s a pathetic mess of a man.

After the divorce from Harriet, he’s been trying to get her back, not Harriet and Hopper, just Harriet.

He’s constantly heartbroken and misses the true love of his life.

When having hopper on weekends, he wants to know everything Harriet’s doing and if she said anything about him, desperately trying to win her back.

And when she eventually did remarry, he was devastated. And got excited when she divorced her second husband.

#WOW!#Been doing this for a while!#sorry yall #with school about to close and me preparing to graduate #shit gets crazy #anyways here’s Harriet’s first baby daddy #Harry Harvestmen #welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home art #welcome home original character #welcome home fanart #welcome home fan character #welcome home fan art #hopper huntsman #Maria Mendez #love me my pathetic men

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prancingcrimes · 10 months

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Larry Stylinson + Louis Tomlinson Lyrics (8/?)

Habit by Louis Tomlinson

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adellovesrowan · 1 year

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can you even imagine falling like i did?

#no fucking way. me ? posting here again ??? hi #god imffuckigngkdnkff ROWANNNN loves u #shakes them puts them in a jar #im soo tired. i havent drawn for myself in so long and im an art student . this is a warm up before more assignments return ig #so i dont yk go insane .#rowan my angel theyr beautiful perfect spectacular blinding admiraeble wodnerufl magnificicent. kisses them my baby #they deserve all the goo d things #also peek their massive scar from y6ch18 :) it looks like tree roots growing from somewhere over their heart where the curse hit them #god what were the tags i used ummm #rowan khanna #rowan x mc #well no mc is specified here but we all know someones being a lesbian #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #fanart #mine #UPDATE mc specified its adel check the link out #adel young #rowan x adel

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