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wolvesandshine · 2 months
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“You know I had always assumed dear cousin Bella would be the first one to go to Azkaban.”
Great. One week in and he was already hearing the voices of people who have been dead for 2 years.
“Oh come on Sirius don’t tell me Azkaban broke your brain in less than a week.”
Sirius had almost forgotten how insulting Regulus could be when he put his mind to it. Sometime after his death he had forgotten - can’t speak ill of the dead and all but Azkaban really seemed intent on not letting him sulk in peace
“And you called me the soft one.” Sirius opens his eyes, annoyed, prepared to roll his eyes at thin air when he actually laid eyes on Regulus. He looked older, finally having grown into his regal features yet he also looked more cut up and bruised, hair longer and wilder than would ever be appropriate for the most noble and ancient house of Black.
Great. He was visually hallucinating too. “Serves me right that I can only properly remember how you look like in literal hell.”
Not- Regulus snorts. “Oh this is pathetic. Are you really so far gone you can’t tell I’m real?”
Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Fuck off. You’ve been dead for almost 2 years.”
“Aw. You do care about me.”
Sirius bristles, the familiar annoyance raising up in him. “Fine then if you’re so real prove it.”
At that Regulus laughs, loudly. “Sirius, you can literally turn into a fucking dog. Your mind might be lying to you but your animagus? It’s impossible.”
Sirius stares shocked. Regulus shouldn’t have known that. Only three people did. “How the fuck do you know that?”
Regulus stares at him, expression unreadable. “I kept tabs on you too you know.” He swallows and looks away.
Sirius blinks the sudden tears away. Regulus had always been too smart for his own good.
He didn’t need to turn into padfoot - Regulus had always been the only person who could make him feel this way.
“Well?”
Sirius blinks. “Well what?”
Regulus rolls his eyes. “Turn into your animagus form so that we can leave this place. I don’t know about you but this isn’t my type of vacation.”
“Leave?”
Regulus just stares at him incredulously. “You’re telling me you haven’t tried?”
Sirius feels chastised. “Well the war is over -“
Regulus cuts in. “So you fancied staying in Azkaban? When we have things to do?”
Sirius feels very unprepared for the conversation. “What things?”
Regulus ‘s smile is all teeth. “Killing Dumbledore and Voldemort for good.”
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makeagoodgirlbad · 26 days
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🥀✨ self portrait: an ass that begs to be grabbed ✨🥀
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scyape · 2 years
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new monologue just dropped
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dearemma · 10 months
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firelise · 6 months
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Sandray + Bisexual Behavior Only Friends (2023)
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studentofetherium · 12 days
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Outback Steakhouse is the closest any white person will ever come to expericing a racial hate crime
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stickynotebirds · 24 days
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300. Kākāpō
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prometheuswelsh · 2 years
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So good
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salamansir · 8 months
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"I don't have a type."
Fictional Jesters:
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@cicerosfavouritelistener my sins have been atoned for
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stanleyparableaudio · 2 years
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Hahaha, heh, Stanley… You're in for quite a disappointment.
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dailyhistoryposts · 5 months
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On This Day In History
November 22nd, 1963: US President John F. Kennedy was assassinated
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wyllapproves · 4 months
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Rolan: does anything
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porcelainmortal · 1 month
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Thank you to @iboatedhere and @itsmaybitheway for the tags! I wanted to post something on Sunday but had severe writer's block.
Luckily, enough people demanded/requested/begged for a sequel to my handyman!alex fic that it wouldn't leave me alone and two days ago, I broke my block and wrote almost 4k words. And folks, we are about halfway there. I may be posting this as early as tomorrow! But don't hold me to that. In the meantime, enjoy this teaser from the as-yet-unnamed sequel to Handy for a Handyman.
“It sounds delicious. I’ve had Mexican, but I don’t think I’ve ever had Texan.” He’s referring to the food of course, but Alex’s eyes darken immediately and Henry realizes his mistake. “You’ve actually had both,” Alex tilts his head and winks. “Stop it.” Henry shifts in his seat. Alex laughs gently. “I was referring to the food, you reprobate.” “I know,” he smirks and reaches for his second drink as the waitress deposits it on the table along with Henry’s, seemingly breaking the spell. “Can I get you anything else right now?”  “No, thank you,” Alex smiles up at her. Henry takes a deep breath as she walks away. “Finish your food.” “I think I’m done.” “You’ve barely touched it,” Henry insists. “Mm, not hungry for food anymore.” “Well, I am,” Henry says as he digs back into his steamed broccoli, which has gone cold on his plate. “I think I want to order dessert as well.” “You wouldn’t.” “I’ve heard the creme brulee is amazing here,” he says casually, picking up the last bite of fish on his plate. Alex glares at Henry and sips his drink.  “Fuck you, I love crème brûlée.” “Me, too. What a coincidence,” Henry grins.
No-pressure tags for @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @anchoredarchangel @cha-melodius @myheartalivewrites... and an open tag for anyone who wants it!
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sukei-dot-exe · 6 months
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ghost-bxrd · 7 months
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Jason yawns, blinking into the darkness, and Talon is unspeakably proud when its chick finds it immediately even though it’s standing still. Its chick is getting better at seeing in the dark.
“Talon?“ Jason asks, voice hoarse from sleep, but he still tacks on tiny chirrup. Their own unique way of greeting.
Talon wills its tongue to shape around the name it’s supposed to utter in return. It has promised to try, few words here and there. Easier than all the other things it had ben asked to do before.
“Jason,“ Talon croaks, and they alien scratch in its throat is worth the happy smile it gets in return a thousand times over.
— Owl Song pt ii Sneak Peak
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