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ellecdc · 2 months

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Hellooo, so I see you opened your requests 🥸 I am a new member of the The Marauders fandom and you have been my go to and all time favorite writer. First want to thank you for all the effort you must put in for us goblins. I am also very new to even really interacting on tumblr outside of the anonymous option. So hellooo! Any way onto the request if you ever feel like it, I get horrible migraines and to deal I tend to look really goofy with a compression cap and ice face mask on and during my recent episode I couldn’t help but think about how any of your lovey boys would react to their partner looking crazy with all that gear on 🙃. This is weirdly specific so ignore if it doesn’t sing for you. But thanks again for the art you share!❣️🌿

hi sweets! first of all: WELCOME TO THE MARAUDERS FANDOM!?!? please help yourself to any seat and don't hesitate to ask any questions you may have (there's a lot of complicated shipnames, canon vs. fanon theories to learn). second of all: OMG are you kidding me!? well thank you, that's quite an honour, but feel free to check out these authors I mentioned previously. thirdly: I love you little goblins 😭😭😭😭

also, since you didn't specify which marauders boy - I opted to give you all of the ones (that I write for) as headcanons 🫶

How various Marauders era boys would react to your migraine get-up

James Potter:

he'd open the door to the bedroom to find you laying there, prone in your pain

immediately "oh angel!!!!" causing you to wince in pain and shush him

he'd acquiesce but he'd whimper quietly as if your pain was causing him pain

he'd start flitting around the room: pulling the blackout curtains shut tightly, placing a glass of water and some pain meds beside you

you'd finally have to banish him from the room, though, on account of his various noises (poor dude couldn't manage silence if his life depended on it)

when you started to feel better, however, you'd take the sleep mask off but not the cap and head out to the living space to find James had closed every curtain in the whole flat, he had turned on a humidifier just on the off chance it helps relax you, and started a pot of tea for you

"I've got the hot pack here if you'd like me to warm it up for you?" he'd offer quietly, still looking particularly pained at your sorry state

"Can I just have a hug?" you'd ask pathetically and he'd coo (quietly) and embrace you gently as if you were about to break

"I'm sorry your partner looks so silly when you come home to them." you laughed, thinking about the ice/compression cap you were still wearing

"you've never looked more beautiful"

Sirius Black:

I believe he'd get very nervous to see someone in pain whether it be physically or mentally - but particularly a pain that was mental or internal (like a migraine vs a cut etc) because he wouldn't know how to fix it and he'd feel useless

He would whisper a cautious "hey baby" as he entered and move so slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible "what happened?"

he knows nothing happened, just that you're hurting: but again, he doesn't know how to fix this and he hates it

"What do you need?" he'd ask as he'd lie down cautiously beside you, itching to reach out but not knowing if it would be okay.

"Nothing." you'd mutter, and immediately feel bad for being short with him. "nothing, I'm sorry. just some time." you'd correct, reaching your hand tentatively across the space to touch his hand, which he'd quickly albeit gently take in his own

"okay." he'd say simply

you waited for the bed to move to signal his departure, but he never left.

he just laid there with your hand in his, watching you quietly

you wouldn't notice this in your state, but he was taking dramatic breaths for your benefit: deep breaths in, holding, and deep breaths out, silently encouraging you to align your breathing with his, which you did subconsciously

you'd wake up later in much the same way - him still on his side watching you (or perhaps he fell asleep too) and your hand still in his

he'd apologize to you as if your pain was somehow his fault, but it was because he felt helpless when you needed him

you'd thank him for his help and he'd relax immediately

Remus Lupin:

Remus is no friggen stranger to chronic pain and flare ups

he wouldn't even say anything, he'd just adjust his footing so he made as little noise as possible

he'd gently press a kiss to your shoulder, to make sure you knew he was here (though he knew with your head the way it was, you would have likely heard his keys all the way down the hall of the apartment building

he'd make himself busy in the flat - soup ready for when you woke up, tea ready to be brewed should you want some, lights off, curtains closed

he'd come by in a bit and quietly tell you to sit up, helping you replace your no longer cold ice mask and cap with new ones

you'd pathetically ask him if he would stay and he'd breathe out in relief because really - that's what he's wanted from the beginning

Regulus Black:

"what's this? what happened?" he'd ask urgently, thinking you'd been hurt or something

"sh! I have a migraine" you'd moan back.

he'd make a pitying tsk sound and make for you

totally babying behaviour "what do you need? do you want food? do you want more blankets? less blankets? a new watch? I'm going to order you a new watch"

you'd banish him from the room for the coddling and when you return to the living area later - he will be surrounded by bags because he had gone shopping and returned with the most ridiculous things: clothes, food, jewellery, blankets, pillows

"I didn't know what you might need." He'd say, slightly shy

"I needed a nap, Regulus." you'd laugh.

"well...you deserve all of this anyway."

and then he'd spend the rest of the evening doing low-impact stuff for your head. reading you a book quietly, gentle conversation, maybe run you a bath

bonus! Barty Crouch Jr:

"who did this?" he'd bark as he saw you in the fetal position with your gear on

"christ, Barty. please be quiet"

"what happened?" he'd demand, quieter but no less intense.

"I just have a migraine."

a switch would flip. he'd ready the room for you (curtains, quiet, water, pills, he'd set up a fan pointed at you.)

then he'd sit outside of the door to your flat and violently threaten anyone walking in the hallway if they make so much as a whisper of noise in this flats direction.

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Werewolf

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Artemis; wilderness, the moon, protection, hounds

Summary: Remus' SO decides to finally figure out why he's been looking so rough every month and gets more answers than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1,890

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Mysteries were overrated.

Every so often, when I dove headfirst into learning something new and spent hours doing that for fun, I wondered whether I should've been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. But now, after spending far too long trying to reason my way to understanding, I'd decided to throw logic out the window and do some good old fashioned following people around instead. My Ravenclaw friends would never let me hear the end of it when I told them, but right now, I didn't care.

My boyfriend, Remus Lupin, had been ill on and off for months. He leaned on his friends, relied on them for support, but never turned to me. I'd talked to him once or twice, but he'd never given me a straight answer, and when the third month in a row came around that he looked on the verge of death's doorstep, I decided to get to the bottom of things one way or another.

Which was why I was out in the middle of the night on the Hogwarts grounds, trailing a far distance back from the Marauders as they moved in a pack. All of them except my boyfriend seemed in good spirits, and whatever was going on, I felt for Remus. I hadn't expected the adventure to take us out of the castle, so I still wore pajamas, and only love for my boyfriend kept me from turning right around to seek shelter from the cold night air.

To my surprise, the four boys ahead of me made straight for the Whomping Willow. I knew they were idiots, but I had no idea what possible draw the murder tree could have for them right now, especially with Remus so clearly feeling terrible. Then, in a flash, Peter disappeared.

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, trying to figure out what I'd seen. Then, in the dull moonlight just barely filtering through the clouds, I saw a rat scurry across the roots of the tree. A moment later, the branches froze in place, and the remaining three boys ducked into a passage normally hidden among the roots, the rat following right after them.

Of course they were unregistered Animagi. I knew that month they'd spent barely talking hadn't been a ploy to mess with the Slytherin Quidditch team, or James trying to impress Lily with his friends' support, or anything else they'd claimed. But Remus hadn't been part of that.

Before I could second guess myself, I let every last ridiculous Gryffindor instinct take over and rushed to the tree, sliding into the hole at its base a split second before the branches began whipping around again furiously. I muttered a quick lumos to light the way ahead of me, then hurried after the boys.

Before I got very far into the tunnel, I heard horrifying screams coming from ahead, the same kinds people said came from the Shrieking Shack. I hesitated for half a second before racing off down the tunnel in the direction the boys had gone. Whatever that noise was, it wasn't good, and I needed to make sure Remus and our friends were alright.

I made it about ten steps forward before I collided with someone. They wrapped their arms around me and held me in place to keep me from moving forward, and after a moment's shouting and confusion, I recognized the person holding me.

"Y/N, you have to get out of here!" shouted James, his tone urgent. I'd never heard him yell like this before, never saw his cool composure drop to the level of the panic currently in his eyes.

"James, what's going on?" I cried. I heard that horrible screeching again, and I tried to move past him. "Where's Remus?"

"You have to leave, now! It's not safe-!"

A moment later, an earsplitting howl replaced the screaming. I froze and so did James, and our wide eyes slowly found each other. I knew that howl from Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was a werewolf.

"You have to run, now," James finally said, his voice low but firm. "If you don't, he'll kill you. It doesn't matter that he loves you, when he's transformed... he has no control."

"Is he... is he going to be okay?"

"Not if he comes back to himself to find out he killed you. Now get out!"

With that, James turned on his heel and transformed before my eyes into a gigantic, gorgeous stag. I could hear barking and snarling further down the corridor, still not close but definitely getting closer. I hesitated, hating to leave without doing anything, but James was right. I didn't have a choice.

I took off running back the way I'd come, trusting the Marauders to take care of Remus tonight. For now, that was the best I could do.

Commotion followed me the whole way out of the tunnel, getting just so slightly closer as to make me nervous. When I finally raced out of the tunnel, I just remembered to slam the root on the tree to stop the branches. I didn't look back as I raced up the grounds to the doors of the castle, finally breathing a sigh of relief from the safety of the entry hall.

I quickly ducked into the nearest secret passage lest Filch catch me out of bed, then slumped back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground. The adrenaline of the past few minutes crashed over me in waves, and I focused on taking long, deep breaths. Slowly, as I calmed down, the actual information that came with my investigation tonight sank in.

My boyfriend was a werewolf. His three best friend were unregistered Animagi, and they apparently spent every full moon with him in their animal forms.

Every DADA class we'd spent discussing werewolves (which, thankfully, hadn't been that many) suddenly came rushing back to me. All the time our teacher had spent talking about them as if they were monsters, while Remus just had to sit there and listen. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a second to run the odds on expulsion if I punched a teacher.

Remus was nothing but the sweetest, most wonderful person I'd ever met, and I was so lucky to have him in my life. The thought of people ignoring that, of Remus' face if someone called him a monster... all I wanted to do was wrap him up tight in my arms and never let him go.

I decided to focus on that last feeling instead of the 'punch a teacher' feeling. I had no idea how long these transformations lasted, but I had a feeling Remus would be awfully beat up when he finally did make it back here. With a quick pitstop in the kitchens to grab a few of his favorite snacks, I headed back up to the Gryffindor common room to wait.

Only sheer force of will and a deep love for Remus kept me from passing out after the first hour. The fire was warm, the blanket nest I'd made on my favorite common room couch was comfortable, and the adrenaline dump just made me want to pass out. But I kept my eyes open, waiting for him to come back. Finally, a little after three in the morning, the portrait door swung open.

"Come on, Moony, let's get you upstairs."

"It's okay, nobody got hurt-"

The Marauders staggered into the common room, James and Sirius holding Remus between them as Peter held the door. They all froze on the spot, however, when they saw me waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I said, finally moving from the spot I'd spent the past few hours holding down. I blinked sleepy eyes and managed a smile as I approached Remus and the others. "Uh... do you guys mind if I get a minute with my boyfriend?"

James and Sirius shared significant looks, then both turned to Peter. After a moment's hesitation, they looked back at me and nodded.

"Moony we'll, uh... we'll see you upstairs," said James. He nodded to me as he eased away from Moony and headed for the stairs, Sirius following behind him with a narrow-eyed warning look in my direction. Peter followed, giving me a mix of a look between James and Sirius'. Then, finally, I was alone with my boyfriend.

"So... I'm still your boyfriend?" he asked. He leaned heavily to one side, away from me, as I approached him. The hurt and defeat in his voice ripped my heart open all over again.

"Rem... of course. I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

Remus didn't look like he quite believed me, but he drifted in my direction anyway. I smiled and closed the rest of the distance, taking up the position his friends had filled before. I wrapped an arm around his waist and started leading him towards the couch.

"You're not... afraid of me?"

I scoffed and helped Remus ease down into the blankets, then settled in next to him. I'd spent hours preparing this fort, and when I saw a little weight ease off of Remus' shoulders as he settled in, it was worth it.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

"But James said..."

"Never mind what James said. I love you, Rem, and nothing in the world could ever change that. I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help you."

Remus huffed a laugh as I leaned against his side, then finally put his arm around me. I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he spoke and wrapping my arms around him in the most comforting hug I could.

"You find out I'm a werewolf and almost get killed in the process... and you're wishing you could've done more to help me?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, babe, I don't scare easy."

He laughed fully now, loud and joyous. It didn't last long, since he was clearly exhausted, but the sound made my heart sing.

"What on earth did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"You were a wonderful person every single day of your life, clearly. Now here, look what I got." Without further ado, I pulled out the snacks I'd stolen from the kitchen. Remus literally gasped.

"Did you get these for me?"

"Yup. If I'd gotten them for me, they'd've been gone already."

"You're wonderful. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Yes, but I can always stand to hear it again." We shared a smile as Remus dug into the snacks, his head resting against mine, and then I sighed. "So... what do you think the odds are of the rest of the Marauders helping me through the steps to become an Animagus?"

Remus choked on what he was eating, then looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not! I want to be there to support you, Rem, through everything. I guess... as long as that's okay with you?"

He smiled, then gave a little disbelieving laugh. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling up with me again.

"I can't think of anything that would be more okay with me."

"Okay, good. But I'm going to put myself in charge of coming up with a lie to cover the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'm pre-vetoing anything the rest of you come up with."

"Probably a good decision."

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intricatechaosofyou · 5 months

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Sewing Lessons

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: Life Day is quickly approaching, so you and Omega set out to give your boys some gifts.

Using the prompts “Did you get us matching pajamas?”

Warnings: sewing needles (no one gets poked, they just exist), kissing, I am unaware if mistletoe is a thing in the Star Wars universe but it is now so deal with it

Author’s note: Happy Life Day Exchange @wizardmandoo !! It was great getting to write for you. I hope you enjoy this story and have a fantastic Life Day season, babe!

And thank you to @cloneficgiftexchange for putting this together!! This was my first exchange and I’m so glad to take part!

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Strands of green hung around Omega’s door frame as she sat in the gunner’s mount that served as her makeshift room. The young girl had never experienced a real Life Day before. Kamino wasn’t known for their festivities; the long-necks claimed they took away from their work time. So although the boys didn’t have much experience actually celebrating the holiday either, they all tried their best to give Omega a perfect first Life Day.

Hunter had let you all stop for a few days on a snowy planet. With enough supplies, he figured you could take a break somewhere festive for the holiday.

Wrecker had let Omega sit atop his shoulders to hang up homemade garland around the Marauder.

Tech had taught her about the history behind the holiday, telling her everything he had learned from the Holonet.

Crosshair had taught her to make the perfect snowball and helped her perfect her aim.

And Echo told her stories every night before bed he had heard back during his days celebrating Life Day in the 501st.

Yes, all the boys had done their best to give Omega a perfect Life Day. But Omega was even more excited to give them a perfect Life Day. The girl had the biggest heart, so that’s how you found yourself crammed in the gunner’s mount with her, carefully watching as she stitched her design.

She had wanted to give the boys gifts, and when you recommended pajama pants, she jumped at the idea. The boys only had their blacks and sometimes the Marauder could get cold, even for them.

So the two of you found the perfect red and black pants that would match the team’s colors, and Omega was insistent on adding the Clone Force 99 symbol onto the pants, skull and all.

“It’ll be perfect!” She claimed.

So you found the sewing kit you kept in case someone’s clothes needed repair and showed her how to sew.

The girl was very intent in her escapades, listening and watching your stitching intently. She put her all into making the design. And when she was disappointed about her stitches being crooked, you reassured her that her brothers would love them no matter how they looked.

“I’m done with Tech’s,” she announced, holding up the pants to show the freshly sewn design on the left leg.

“Perfect, Megs. Now only Echo’s and Hunter’s left.” You took the garment from her and folded them up to add them to the pile of finished gifts.

She nodded and began to thread her needle when Wrecker called her name from the cockpit.

“I got something else to hang up!” He called.

Placing her supplies down, she rushed down the ladder to help Wrecker hang up another decoration.

You laughed and climbed down from her room as she took off. You smiled at the small girl before looking to your left, finding Hunter leaning against the wall, arms crossed across his chest.

“Hey there, Sarge,” you smiled.

He smiled and glanced over at Omega. “You two are certainly spending a lot of time up there.”

“Just having a little girl time.”

His eyebrow raised at your response. Although it wasn’t a complete lie, it wasn’t the complete truth either.

“Anything I should be concerned about?” He questioned.

You adamantly shook your head. “Nope!”

He smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear so Omega wouldn’t overhear him. “No Life Day gifts hidden up there?”

You gasped and gently hit his arm. “How dare you accuse us of hiding something!”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move away from you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin the surprise, cyar’ika.”

“You better not,” you retorted as Omega came rushing back up to the two of you.

She immediately grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards her project. You didn’t resist the girl’s pull and sent Hunter a wink before heading back to Omega’s little room.

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The seven of you sat in the middle of the hull of the Marauder. Omega had practically been bouncing off the walls as the time to exchange gifts came around. She happily handed each of them their gifts. Even though you didn’t have enough credits to wrap them in something nice, it was clear by the look on their faces that they appreciated the gesture.

As they unfolded the garments, Hunter smiled at you. “Did you get us matching pajamas?”

You nodded and gestured to the girl beside you. “Megs is the mastermind behind this one. She wanted to do something special for you boys.”

“Do you like it?” The young girl asked, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

“They’re perfect, Omega,” Echo replied.

“They’ve even got our symbol on ‘em!” Wrecker shouted, glee evident in his voice as he held up the pants. “Looks great!”

Omega smiled and happily retold the story of sewing the symbol on as the boys listened, indulging her in the exaggerated tale. Even Crosshair had a small smile on his face as Omega spoke.

You happily listened along from your spot on the floor when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you found Hunter standing above you. Subtly, he tilted his head towards the doorway of the cockpit.

Getting the message, you nodded and stood up, careful not to interrupt Omega’s story as you two made your way to the cockpit.

“What’s up, Hunter?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you stood in the doorway.

There was a pause as he considered his next words, fingers twitching as if he was twirling his vibroblade between them.

“I wanted to thank you. For the pants,” he finally said.

“Megs and I just want our boys to be comfortable,” you responded, heat blooming in your chest. “Thanks for not spoiling the surprise.”

A smirk made its way onto his face and he leaned back against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “So you two were hiding Life Day gifts.”

“We weren’t hiding anything. We just evaded your senses,” you lied, smiling innocently at the sergeant.

Hunter clicked his tongue. “Nothing evades my senses, cyar’ika.”

You tensed slightly, wondering if that was true. Could he hear the way your heart was fluttering in your chest? Could he see the way you smiled just a little bit bigger when you saw him? Could he feel how your skin was always warm when he was around?

Hunter opened his mouth, no doubt to tease you again, when Crosshair’s voice rang out through the ship.

“The mistletoe seemed to evade your senses though.”

You glanced at the team’s sniper, brow furrowing before looking above your head.

There it was. A small plant hung from the cockpit’s doorway: the new decoration Omega and Wrecker had hung up a few days prior.

Glancing back at Crosshair, you found that the rest of the team was staring at you.

“What‘s so important about mistletoe?” Omega asked innocently.

“It means they gotta kiss,” Echo explained, a teasing lilt in his voice as he glanced at the two of you.

“Technically—“

Tech was quickly cut off when Wrecker shoved him.

“Shush!”

You turned back to Hunter, slightly confused when you saw the small smirk on his face.

“Hunter…”

One of his hands came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face towards his.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours. “I told you. Nothing evades my senses.”

Before you could respond, you felt his lips press against yours. It was completely intoxicating, and you grabbed his shoulders to keep yourself steady. The kiss was filled with such precision, every movement careful but filled with such feeling, you felt like you were drowning in him.

As Hunter pulled back from you, the rest of the world came crashing back on you. The cheers of his brothers, the feel of his blacks beneath your fingers, and yet you could only focus on his eyes and how they remained fixed on you.

You, stumbling over yourself as your mind tried to catch up.

Your head spun as you connected the dots, the fact he brought you over here purposely, knowing the mistletoe hung above you.

Just to kiss you?

It seemed surreal, the ghost of Hunter’s lips still on yours. But it was real.

A smirk spread across your lips. “I’m glad you liked the present.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He asked.

“Happy Life Day,” you whispered, before reconnecting your lips, earning another round of hoots and hollers from his brothers and Omega.

And as you two rejoined the group, Hunter’s arm draped across your waist, you smiled to yourself. Happy Life Day indeed.

#LDE23 #the clone wars #hunter tbb x reader #tbb hunter x reader #clone x reader #tbb starwars #hunter tbb #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #star wars the clone wars

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immortalbutterflycos · 3 months

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I've come to realize something important in writing. (specifically in my personal experience)

(TLDR; I have ADHD and writing is hard even though I'm still doing it every single day. Make it make sense.)

If you have a story in your head that means a lot to you, and you need to take more time to develop and fully flesh it out before posting it, that's totally okay! In fact, in my experience, it has the potential to make the story better over time, really forming it into what you imagine it to be.

Here's an example because I just typed a lot of words and right now I can't seem to process whether they make sense or not.

I have a fanfic that I've been working on for a year now. (For the Marauders fandom if y'all are curious)

It's one that I haven't talked about much because every time I do, I end up losing the motivation to write. This is what happened to another one of my fics for the Haikyuu fandom. (well that and the Marauders.. yeah they fucked me up in the best way and Freckles and Constellations has really suffered because of it smh)

So the reason why this fic is taking so long is because it is such a specific AU that I'm out here trying to meld magic systems, and I've got like EIGHT MAIN CHARACTERS to write backstories for to fit this AU while also being true to them and even though I know the basic plot, there are just so many little details and aspects that will make this fic what I desperately need it to be.

And no one knows just how intricate it is or how important it is to me. Which is totally fine. I don't even know if people are going to read it when I finally manage to post it. This fic is purely self-indulgent.

let me just break down for you what I have prepared for this already:

countless drabbles and scenes and plans written on the backs of receipts and on bits of scrap paper

a 3" 3-ring binder that I've been trying to organize it all in

a google doc titled "TAoRfOL Doc Masterlist" that has links to every single doc I have for this one fic. (it's dated back to March of last year and as of this month has 93 total links. Only 5 of those are reference links.)

notes and ideas i have written in my phone to transfer into docs so I can add them to the masterlist

Hero Forge digital models of those 8 main characters because I wanted to see what their group would look like outside of my imagination

Multiple Spotify playlists dedicated to this fic and the characters which I listen to every single day. (currently @ 494 songs)

And you know what? I just recently, at 6 am this morning, finally figured out the solution to a fucking plot hole I could not work around.

Basically what I'm saying is that I needed all of this time. Every single day I see things and get inspiration. Every day I learn new things and fix errors in my own plans.

As much as I crave the validation and recognition for all of my hard work on this project, I know that If I had just bit the bullet and posted the first chapter without having done all of this research and all of this planning, then it would not have lived up to the story I have in my head.

I admire people who can just write without all of the added steps and in some cases, I can do that. I haven't been able to in a while (which is why that Valentine's Day microfic was actually really big for me to have posted) but that's just how my brain works.

I needed all of my experiences and all of my daily thoughts and all of my collective playlists for this fic to be able to write the story I intended and that is exactly what I'm going to do.

(though if I'm being honest, this timeline is rough. I really want to just write and post this first chapter so so so bad. ToT)

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controversialhpmemes · 1 month

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I think this falls under the tag-related problems, but imo the biggest issue with the new Marauders fandom is that it's NOT Marauders fandom. It is a fandom of one singular fic, a fic that was outlandishly OOC and included the most OOC characterizations and ships, but for them everything that happens in that fic, ships or events, is part of canon Marauders fandom and should all go hand in hand, tag in tag, should all be brought up together and tagged together, cause wdym, 'this is the Marauders content, duh'. And they've built this new community based on this fic with big fanfare, are celebrating it, celebrating each other, doing research and essays on it and basically they think they did something.

But the problem arises cause there actually IS an existing Marauders fandom under all that in that very space and tags! A fandom that has been there for many, many years and has been huge and active and actually dedicated to existing canon characters and they don't give a fuck about that one fic. They have a great system of tagging and keeping everything in its place where it belongs, they don't act like everything must be grouped together and talked together and tagged together. They know these characters and don't care for these OCs taking their place, especially since most of it is just blatantly revolting and unsettling whitewashing of wizard nazis and misogyny. And they don't appreciate this attempt to write them out of their own fandom space and being written over and driven away and have history rewritten.

And there will always be negativity and fights unless the first group learns how to use tags and to keep their original content where it's supposed to be and not all over established content, to make it clear what they're talking about - the fic au or OCs, to keep non-Marauders things and characters away from Marauders and in the tags where they belong.

💯💯💯

It is multiple fandoms under one tag. Canon, fanon. We need a better way to coexist. OOC and AU are our friends.

#asked #answered #anti marauders fanon #anti marauders fandom #anti marauderstok

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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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crowsmischief · 2 months

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happy birthday James Potter, you will always be my favorite and most beloved sunshine boy ☀️🫶🏼

one of the things i love most in the marauders fandom is that all of us perceive them in a unique way so, in honor of his birthday, here's a couple details about how i perceive James with a little context of my own in no specific order:

sunsets and the beach. since he was little his parents would take him every summer to the beach and monty would enroll him for surf lessons. he remembers the sea breeze and his parents slow dancing with the most beautiful orange sky behind them.

tattoos. got his first one matching with sirius, remus and peter when he turned 17. a year later sirius learned to tattoo and ever since, he would get little significant ones all over his arms. he has the words "mamá/papá" (mom/dad) one in each arm inside little hearts.

legos. he specifically likes the star wars sets, one of his favorite hobbies that helps him clear his overthinking mind and calm his anxiety. this is one of the rare activities he actually prefers to do by himself.

mexican culture. he's half mexican, so of course he loves to talk about the culture and traditions he grew up with, one of his favorites is "día de muertos", so every year he makes an "ofrenda" and never waste an opportunity to educate his friends about the history of the ritual. he introduced traditional food, games and music in spanish to his friends and he loves to speak spanglish.

formula 1. never misses a race, no matter what he needs to do to make it happen. he's a ferrari victim. his favorite drivers are sebastian vettel, michael schumacher and lewis hamilton. his favorite circuits are silverstone and monaco.

books. big fan of a good mystery novel, he really enjoys agatha christie. ever since he saw remus' annotations on one of his oscar wilde novels, he wanted to do it too. while remus' were more critical and analytical, james' most of the time looked like a wattpad comment section. he loves it.

baking. he'd do it with effie all the time when he was little and it's one of his most precious memories. she used to say you do it for the people you love the most in this world. so he does. he often shows up with dinosaur shaped cookies, cars movie themed cupcakes or spiderman decorated brownies for his friends and family on random days, because he loves them always.

memory box. he has this box full of little things like souvenirs, gifts and letters from people that have been part of his life. he has the wrapper of the first chocolate frog sirius gifted him, a postcard remus sent from his trip to argentina, a rock peter painted for him and so much more. he is made of memories.

#marauders #marauders era #james potter #prongs #james potter headcanon #james potter aesthetic #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #sirius black #padfoot #moony #marauders fandom #marauders headcanon #marauders map #the marauders era #young marauders #james fleamont potter #james potter playlist

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softer-sunny · 16 days

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A Visit

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 3,303

Summary: Echo is stewing in his head. Rex is going to fix that.

Ao3 link: A Visit

This is a tickle fic

After taking in Echo the batch hadn’t quite been allowed to leave base yet and, while Rex wasn’t complaining, he knew they were tired of being cooped up there. It wasn’t surprising that the batch were getting grumbly but Echo was starting to lose his patience too. The poking and prodding from medics wearing on his already frazzled nerves.

Rex was trying to soften the blow, walking back with Echo to the Marauder to try and draw some conversation out of him. He was giving one word answers, grunts, hums, anything except for actually talking. By the time they boarded the Marauder Echo was irritably fidgeting, removing his armor and stuffing it into one of the storage bins. The rest of the batch hadn’t even bothered to try getting him to talk, their eyes following him while they stuck to their respective tasks. He never came back from medbay happy and they must’ve learned to give him some space until he could sort out his mood again.

Rex was at a loss. He watched Echo sulk, stew in his own head, and grumble at every inconvenience. Rex wanted to help. He wanted nothing more than to pull Echo out of his head and get him to lighten up a little bit. Talking wasn’t working, and he didn’t want to spend his limited free time with Echo in a space where they couldn’t talk. Still, he hadn’t flexed those older brother muscles in a while and he was coming up short each and every time. It always used to be easy to get Echo to settle back into his usual self - wise cracking, mischievous - but he couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t exactly doing something right.

There weren’t many methods he hadn’t tried yet. He waited, cracked jokes, and talked but was coming up empty. Nothing had worked and he was running out of options.

Well… there was one method he hadn’t tried yet but he wasn’t exactly sure how well it would be received. Still, Rex hadn’t become a captain through second guessing himself. This would be a little different, something he was going to have to feel out as he tested, but it was definitely worth a shot. With all the bravery he could muster he cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back, and regarded Echo with something akin to boredom.

“Do you need a visit?” Once it left Rex’s mouth Echo’s body froze, like he’d been paused, and Rex grinned, dropping the mask. Bingo. Echo turned to him, his face placid despite the wide eyes filled to the brim with apprehension. “Because it seems like you might need a visit.” There was a tense silence that followed it but the reaction was exactly as it used to be. That hadn’t changed. He was hoping a few other things hadn’t either.

“A visit? From who?” Hunter asked from his space by the Marauder’s computer, his head tilted to the side. The batch had clearly noticed Echo’s change in demeanor and had started to pivot their attention to them. Wrecker spun around in the gunner’s mount to listen in on their conversation, interested in the change in tone on the ship.

Rex’s grin turned wicked. “Excellent question, Hunter.” He let his head tilt towards Echo who was biting the inside of his cheeks to keep his expression even. Crosshair looked up from the bunk to study them, eyes narrowing at how Echo hadn’t taken his eyes off of Rex. He looked half a second from grabbing Echo and putting himself between the two of them - unnecessary, but an endearing instinct. Tech seemed to catch on too, rolling over in one of the bunks to watch Echo’s face carefully. “How about we show them?”

“Rex.” There was a silent plea in Echo’s voice but Rex ignored it, stepping forward. Times like these were the only times Echo ever backed away from a fight instead of running straight into one. He held his hand and scomp up at Rex to try and keep him at bay, that calm expression wobbling into something halfway in the direction of a smile. “We can talk about this.” The rest of the batch was now looking between them with interest. They would intervene if it seemed like they needed to but for the moment they were content to let Rex and Echo sort this one out on their own. Perfect.

Rex continued his lazy stroll forward, relishing in the way that apprehension dissipated into anticipation. He smiled sweetly at his former trooper. “Absolutely we can. But not right now.” He was close enough to grab Echo’s wrist now, yanking him forward to get him to let out a yelp. He knew from experience how slippery Echo could be so he didn’t give him any chances to control the situation, knocking his feet out from under him and controlling his descent to the floor. He pinned Echo’s legs to the ground with his own body but he still had his arms to worry about. He grappled with those arms with accuracy he only picked up from doing this time and time again when Echo was 501st.

It was comical to watch the batch work out what they were supposed to be doing while this went on. It looked like Hunter and Tech had caught on, both of them settling, but the other two were still wondering if they should help their new squadmate or not. Crosshair at least looked minorly amused by Echo’s predicament. Wrecker, on the other hand, still appeared concerned. They didn’t quite realize what Rex was up to.

They had never seen this side of Rex so he gave them a pass for now.

He battled with Echo’s arms until he could get them pinned to the floor next to his head. It was a shock that Echo hadn’t broken into a grin already. He was notorious for reacting before he was even touched but he was keeping himself in check enough that the smile was still fighting to work itself free. He was going to have to fix that.

He was going to have a lot of fun fixing that.

Now that his arms were pinned he was wriggling to find an out. “Rex! Please!” Rex considered taking some pity on him but he couldn’t resist the playful tug in his chest while he grinned down at Echo. The longer they sat there staring at each other the harder it was for Echo to control his expression. There was even some pink already spreading over his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. Anticipation always drove Echo up a wall. It seemed to set up shop right in his nerves and camp out to make him buzz.

Rex leaned closer, watching the preemptive smile grow the closer he got. “I told you. You need a visit.”

He didn’t let Echo protest before he let go of Echo and dove his fingers directly under his arms, getting trapped when Echo slammed his arms down to protect himself. The way Echo jolted would’ve been cause for alarm if it wasn’t for the immediate bark of laughter that tumbled out of him as Rex gently dug his fingers into the area. The sound brought something bright and light to his chest that he hadn’t felt in a really long time. Hearing Echo laugh was all it took to make years of war fall off of his shoulders, especially when he laughed like this.

“How could you hide this from your new squad, Echo?” Rex tsked playfully. “Not very team player of you, now is it?” He tried to be tentative about his touch, exploring spots that he knew about from experience while trying to be cognizant of if Echo had new boundaries now. So far there weren’t any cues that told him he wasn’t welcome, or that this wasn’t okay. He knew Echo like the back of his hand and his eyes diligently watched for any worry or discomfort, listening for pleas for it to end, ready to pull away the second he needed to, but none of that came. Echo just melted into the floor and laughed, twitching against the gentle attack.

Echo shook, flailing underneath Rex to try to get some sort of control over the touch. “They-” He broke off into a round of chuckles when Rex got enough leverage to scribble at the sensitive spot. “They didn’t need to know!”

Rex took a moment to look at the rest of the 99, absolutely tickled at what he saw. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the batch hadn’t done this with Echo yet as each of them turned towards the noise with interest, now in varying stages of amusement and fascination over what was going on on the floor of their ship. They hadn’t heard Echo laugh like this yet, that much he was sure of. They maybe weren’t even sure he was ticklish, not yet venturing into playful touch since they were all still getting to know one another. Maybe they’d even attempted but Echo kept the reaction underwraps. Rex wasn’t going to let that slide any longer. If he was going to entrust the 99s with one of his own then they were going to have to learn what made Echo tick.

“Now, now Echo.” Rex let his voice dip into ‘evil brother’ territory. “They have a right to know. I think it’s only fair if I show them all the ways they can chase the bad moods away.” He wormed his hands free from under Echo’s arms and started to pinch down his sides, his smile growing at how Echo wiggled away, head shaking from side to side, smile stretched so wide he was practically beaming. Sides were still a good spot, easy to latch onto and reach, perfect to squeeze - which he did.

“Wait!” Echo’s eyes got wide for a second, hand scrabbling to grab at Rex’s. He did exactly as he was told, waited, watched how Echo had to try to catch his breath. The waiting just made Echo more squirmy, twitching fingers at his sides waiting to dive back in the moment he got his breathing more under control. Rex slowly curled his fingers to watch how he reacted. He squirmed but stayed put otherwise, a broken giggle escaping. Rex narrowed his eyes, putting more pressure into the touch to test the waters. He was verging on more sensitive areas and Echo was catching on now.

“What’s the matter?” Rex asked, dipping his voice so it was clear he was teasing. His thumbs found the bones at Echo’s hips and prodded over the area. Echo writhed while he wrapped his arms around his body, which only made it look like he was trying not to fight back too much.

“You knohohow wh-ah!” Echo twisted when Rex snuck his fingers under the hem of his shirt to tease at the softness of his stomach. Still a sweet spot. The melodic laughter softened into giggles as Rex traced along his abdomen, swirling over the muscles and feeling them jump underneath his fingers. He still wasn’t trying to push Rex away, stuck in the spot he was in and not ready to escape. Echo feet scrambled behind him, metal against the tough steal of the ship while his body tried to decide what to do next. It was like he was fighting his own reactions, caught between wanting to sink into the floor and wanting to run.

Turns out his decision was to melt. He threw one arm over his eyes to cover his face, while the other still wrapped tightly around himself, tossing and turning as Rex raced his fingertips over the hills of his stomach and the ridges of his ribs. He rubbed his knuckles into the spaces between, causing those tittering laughs to turn into a bright bark of a noise, bouncing off of the walls of the ship and filling it with the sound.

“What’s so funny?” Rex asked, pure instinct the only thing that drove his movements. He’d spent a long time learning how to tickle his brothers, reduce them to little puddles of giggles with just a few well aimed touches and some teasing, and he was putting that training to good use.

“Cahahan’t be you!” Echo shook his head back and forth, succumbing to the sensation with a hiccuping chuckle. He turned onto his side when Rex aimed for his stomach again, this time letting his fingers dance and circle around his navel. The blush that had started to form was already spreading, framing his face the more he fell victim to Rex’s ‘torture’. Echo looked tempted to push Rex away but he wasn’t ready to give up yet, despite how flustered he looked. “You’re nohohot funny!” Oh, you’re gonna get it now.

Rex huffed at the insult. “If I’m not funny then why’re you laughing so much?” He switched to using his nails to scratch at Echo’s lower belly, finally getting the reaction he was looking for. Echo flopped onto his back again and threw his head back with a yelp before melting into the floor again and letting panicked, giggly, babbling fall out of his mouth.

“Please! Rex! Please please please!” What Echo was pleading for exactly was always a mystery. Most of the time Echo didn’t know either - it was just something to say, something to do to stay a part of the game they were playing. Rex’s playful touch turned more devious as he moved to scritch his nails over Echo’s hips, the younger man arching before flopping down again. “WAIHAHAT!” He was definitely reaching his need for an out, feet kicking behind them.

Rex couldn’t help how amused he must look, eyes lit up and beaming as he sunk back into the familiarity of it all. He halted his attack on Echo’s midsection and dove forward to shove his face into the crook of Echo’s neck, a surprised jolt accompanying the absolute shriek he let out when Rex got to work.

It was a tried and true trick that he’d picked up from Fives who used to evilly rub his stubble against Echo’s neck to get him to scream. Rex didn’t have quite as much facial hair as Fives did and, hell, his stubble wasn’t very grown out, but he could huff into the sensitive skin under Echo’s ear. Rex could never tell if it was just the position that made Echo so squirmy or if he was actually succeeding in tickling Echo into a pile of mush, but the way Echo squeaked and pushed at him was enough for Rex. With one last slow puff of air and the deliberate rub of his cheek on Echo’s neck he relented, pulling away and dropping next to Echo on the floor.

He looked thoroughly tickled pink, his body going slack against the floor while he sucked in air. It took him a minute but he rolled up and away from Rex, pulling his knees to his chest while letting out residual giggles. That smile was now plastered onto his face and, really, that’s all Rex had wanted.

“There’s that smile.” Rex couldn’t resist planting a playful boop on Echo’s nose to get it to scrunch up. Rex reached out to pat Echo on the back, rubbing comfortingly to help him calm down. “Got you to laugh.”

Echo grumbled - embarrassed. “It’s not fair. A visit from the tickle monster always makes me laugh.” He looked like he was trying to glare at Rex but it never actually reached his eyes, too much amusement on his face to draw such a grumpy expression into the open. Rex couldn’t help but feel endeared.

“You needed a visit.” Rex squeezed his shoulder, fondness spreading through his chest.

Crosshair dropped down from his place on his bunk to stand nearby, folding his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know Echo was ticklish.” There was a lot of mischief tied up in that sentence, eyes glinting dangerously as he studied Echo’s reaction to it being pointed out - which was to shrink a bit more into his folded arms. A well placed poke in Echo’s side got him to reemerge, now more successful in his attempt to glare at Rex who simply grinned wider.

“Very.” Rex addressed Crosshair that time, letting his own expression mirror the rascally one Crosshair held. “Ya know. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more tickle monsters lurking around here.” The way Crosshair’s eyes lit up meant danger and Rex was more than happy to poke that rancor.

Echo’s head perked up, looking between the two. “You can’t be serious.” He tightened himself into a smaller ball but it was no use. Crosshair was already crouching to get down on his level, evil grin displaying exactly what monster he was planning on becoming.

“I’ve heard of several just circling, waiting for their chance.” Rex pulled his hand away to let Echo start scooting backwards, Crosshair deciding to crawl forward after him.

Echo’s back hit the wall, a poorly suppressed wobbly smile making its way onto his face. He always did crack right before someone struck. “I haven’t heard of any others around here.” He knew he wasn’t getting away so he wrapped his arms around himself again, hiding most of his face in his knees to at least keep Crosshair’s expression out of his sight.

“Well then you haven’t been paying enough attention to your surroundings.” Crosshair teased, sidling up to him and hovering without actually touching yet. The anticipation of it all was making Echo squirm again, all of his nerves on display and he was doing practically nothing to keep it hidden.

“Echo!” Hunter scolded, drawing all of their attention as he took up Echo’s other side. Rex could sense the expression he aimed at Echo from a mile away by the way he shrunk away from his sergeant. “Didn’t you know that not paying attention could get you into trouble? I thought you were better than that.” They were practically circling him like sharks, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Please.” Poor Echo. Already giggling and shaking his head as they descended onto him with playful antics that could rival Rex’s own. A fond smile made its way onto his face, knowing those phantom sensations were driving Echo up a wall - they always had.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Crosshair teased right before he reached out for Echo’s neck, fluttering his fingers there to get him to scrunch up. His other hand prodded around Echo’s side so the dual sensation could force him to uncurl from his protective little ball, dissolving into frantic giggles already. Echo flailed a little when quick fingers found their way to scribble gently at Echo’s midsection, tickling over the spot that he’d observed could get a bigger reaction. Without thinking too much about it Echo melted into Hunter for some kind of protection but all it did was get Hunter to wrap his arms around Echo, a fond, content smile resting on his face, holding him in place for Crosshair to test out any tickle spots he wanted. Hunter let himself trace over Echo’s neck to join the fun, Echo yelping at the multiple hands trying to pull a reaction out of him.

Rex sat back and watched them. Echo was in good hands, he decided. If they were willing to play like this then he didn’t have to worry about if Echo would fit in, if he’d heal well. He had the 99 around him, ready to pull him out of his bad moods and harsh mindsets. He was going to leave him to the mercy of four brand new monsters and maybe that’s exactly what Echo needed.

#bad batch tickle #the b//d b//tch #star wars tickle #hey sorry I disappeared 🫠#but hey I got back into my tumble account!#might write a part 2 for this #the batch will get him next 😈#I hope you enjoy this one I wrote it in like three days ✌🏻

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fandoomrants · 3 months

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Okay, so I'm fully into my HP obsession again (honestly, I don't care what anyone says or how much the world tries to cancel this fandom. This is my childhood, it's a part of me that's always there and I eventually go back to between the other things) and therefore, the Marauders era's obsession.

And like, I've always loved them for some reason. Honestly, when I found fandoms and stuff and saw they're actually almost a fandom on it's own, I was so happy and relieved that I'm not the only one. (I realised at one point that I love HP yet I've never read a fic that's not about them from this fandom...)

But I've been thinking about some things and also came across some random videos summarizing what we know about them (because there are so many hcs that most people accept as common that it's easy to forget the real facts) and now I have so many thoughts I need to share because they haunt me.

-They were like... Big jerks. Especially James and Sirius. Mostly them, tbh. Like, not only because we see them from Snape's perspective in memories and he hates them but because, well, they were mean. Especially Sirius (he's my absolutely favourite character but still), he's done pretty shitty things. I think James mostly had beef with Snape but they were overall kinda bullies.

-Even though I love Wolfstar just as much as 90% of this fandom (I mean the Marauders era), I think they're a famous ship just because we get to see interactions between them while alive and not just flashbacks but I don't think they were really close back in the days. James and Sirius were the ones extremely close and maybe if we had seen extended Marauders' interactions or they were eventually all alive, then most likely Wolfstar wouldn't have been that popular.

-I'm 99% sure that the great friendship between Lily and Remus is completely fan-made. I believe Remus was the most reasonable (but nobody can convince me he wasn't the mastermind behind 99% of their pranks at the same time) and wasn't into being mean with anyone so it's possible that they were interacting on much better terms than her and James (I mean, until they got together) but I don't think they could have ever been called friends.

-In fact, canonly, Sirius was taller than Remus. (What a shock, right?)

-Lots of people say stuff like "Who was the fifth guy in their dorm?" and there are many theories about it but do we even have a proof that the four of them were in the same dorm at all? Nope.

-Now that's my personal opinion but... I absolutely believe they were really good friends and while at school at least, nobody was left out intentionally but... Maybe Peter betrays them in the end because of some build up stuff throughout the years. We know James and Sirius meet on Hogwarts Express and immediately become best friends. We don't know when Remus and Peter join exactly but it must have been shortly after, I think Peter is pretty much the last who joins. Seeing how some of the people are very good friends, it's a bit hard to truly feel a part of a friend group and might make you feel a bit left out at times (but that's basically a rule in every friend group, tbh. There are the two best friends and well... the other, still close friends).There's also the fact that Peter canonly wears the Sorting hat for over five minutes so here you have another episode of feeling kind of left out. Then later they learn about Remus and they all decide to support him and even learn how to transform and Peter is the last to learn how to do it too. Then even later, James and his family take Sirius in. What I'm trying to say is, we have no canon information of any of them doing anything for Peter and I'm not saying that they weren't good friends, it's just that he was exposed to them doing stuff for each other, and like, really big stuff too (granted, it was really all about helping a friend in a big need) but he was never the center of it + some occasions that might have left him feel kind of uncertain and uneasy about himself like not being sorted for a longer time or needing help to transform. And the result might be feeling emotionally distant from the group and with desire to prove himself worthy of something. So, that's maybe why he finally turns to Voldemort.

-They canonly don't trust Remus much by the end and even suspect he might be Voldemort's spy.

-There is a big chance that Harry and Remus really meet when Harry is 13, meaning that he never saw him as a baby.

-Speaking of feeling left out earlier... I think Remus might have also felt so more often than not. I think they were all into innocent pranks but he wasn't into actively being a jerk, especially considering that he was someone who would have gotten lots of hate if people knew about the werewolf thing. The stupid prank in 5th year must have been a real punch in the gut too. The fact that he gets to stop interacting with them and they even start mistrusting him. Lots of things, really. AND HE STILL NEVER BETRAYED THEM, WAS NEVER A JERK TO ANY OF THEM, AND GOT TO LIVE FOR 12 YEARS BELIEVING THAT ONE OF HIS BEST FRIENDS KILLED THE OTHER TWO!!!

Okay. I made myself enough sad for one evening. Might add more to this.

#harry potter #hp #hogwarts #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #wolfstar #rant

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straightforpotter · 2 months

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Marauders friends

Your girl needs marauders friends, my best friend has started getting annoyed at me because I talk about them to much and is now making me feel like shit so I feel like I can’t can’t talk about them to anyone because no one I’m friends with knows anything about them or has any interest about learning about them and this fandom is quite literally the most important thing in my life, these characters are everything to me and I have no one to share it with and it sucks but I’m so awkward that I don’t know how to make friends!

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era

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consistentsquash · 1 year

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23 dirty/hot/bad/wrong Slash Fics from 23 Years with 23 Pairings! (2001-2023)

This year is pretty rough for me but really excited to make a list I have been planning to make for like years now. Good old fashioned dirty/bad/hot/wrong with a twist. Some of the most complicated fics out there which use sex for exposition and do it really, really brilliantly.

AO3 Collection for the list

Rec notes

No blurbs this time because these fics are really dirty/hot/bad/wrong Experiences. You need to read them to get them. Trust me. They are way beyond my blurb writing skills. Also for the older fics it was hard to find exact dates so I just did my best.

These fics are 100% on AO3! Yay!

No repeat pairings, no repeat authors.

Rec lists are subjective based on my reading. YMMV. If a fic is not your thing, just be a good fandom citizen. Don't Like Don't Read.

2001: Descent by Delphi. Snape/Albus.

2002: Sans Merci by Predatrix. Snape/Lucius.

2003: Nemesis by Juxian Tang. Lucius/Sirius

2004:Cut With Diamonds by pauraque. Ron/Peter

2005: Learning from Orpheus by Amanuensis. Harry/Marauders

2006: In the Lady's Name by rinsbane. Narcissa/Bellatrix

2007: Trappings of Privilege by orphan_account. Snape/Draco

2008 : Better the Instruction by Celandine. Teddy/Remus, Remus/Stubby

2009 : Alive by MaxWrite. Barty Jr./Percy

2010 : Bitter on the Tongue by Woldy. Remus/Snape

2011 : The Placebo Sequence by Snegurochka. Harry/Draco

2012 : King of Beasts by @kellychambliss. Kingsley/Moody

2013 : Comme un Rêve de Pierre by @squibstress. Bill/Stan Shunpike

2014 : Catullus 16 by eldritcher. Harry/Voldemort

2015 : Nowhere to Fall by @gracerene. Albus Severus/James Sirius

2016 : Fallen Angel by PurpleFluffyCat. Gilderoy/Snape

2017 : Hidden, Safe and Sound by @unmistakablyoatmeal. Harry/Sirius

2018 : Soft Touch by @perverse-idyll. Harry/Snape

2019 : Until My Bones Are Tired by @writcraft. Poppy/Molly

2020 : As Soft As Fur by monkiainen. Sirius/Snape, Sirius/Lucius

2021 : Teardrop in Your Palm by @danpuff-ao3. Scorpius/Harry

2022 : Till Tomorrow and Till Death by @thistlecatfics. Regulus/Remus

2023 : Unbreakable Vows by sky_watcher_rose. Narcissa/Druella

#23 hp slash recs from 23 years #dirtyhotbadwrong #hp slash recs #hp #hp femslash recs #23 recs 23 pairings 23 authors #celebrating the dirtybadhotwrong spirit of hp fandom #hp rare pairs #hp non rare pairs #drarry #snarry #harrymort #femslash

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annabellelupin · 9 months

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A lesson that the marauders fandom can't seem to fucking learn:

it's good to be diverse and have diverse headcanons but you need to fucking listen to the group of people that the representation is supposed to be representing when they point out when things are harmful and they're not comfortable with it

I mean this happens all the time in this fandom!

just to list a few examples:

- plenty of aroace people like myself have pointed out that peter isn't exaclty the best rep (with him becoming an antagonist and ntm the fat phobia behind it) and have asked for better rep and no one wants to listen (people only want to hc the unattractive people as aroace right cause if they're pretty they gotta be making out with someone for some reason haha /neg)

- quite a few poc members of the fandom have pointed out that they're not comfortable with des like Evan being headcanoned as black but people don't want to listen to them either

- now this one's more of a personal complaint but im not a huge fan of how people are making des and other antagonists queer for "diversity" (aka people just want to see men kiss for some reason). ik there's certainly quite a few people out there that agree with that

- similarly to the first one trans people like myself keep asking for more mainstream representation other than just regulus (who it seems less and less people are hcing as trans now too) bc while it may not be particularly harmful, its just about the only rep we get. and would ya look at that, hasn't happened yet has it

what in hell is even the point of headcanons for "representation" if no one even listens to the groups of people they're representing like seriously unless you're apart of that group you shouldn't get a say in what's good rep or whether it's not harmful and such

why do people not understand this????

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trainsinanime · 6 months

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Everybody is posting their opinions about the interview about the Miraculous Ladybug season 5 finale, and I feel like I should as well, but I'm not sure I have much to say. There's just a few things that stick out to me:

First of, it's just very funny to me that the team started out with Bug Noire, and worked backwards from that, and that's why Adrien ended up in the isolation chamber. One of the most controversial things about the entire finale happened because Marinette wearing both Miraculous would be cool. That's just plain funny to me.

Second, I have not yet seen a better option for the finale. They did kind of write themselves into a corner there. The story is all about Marinette, but Adrien is the one to whom all the plot points attach. What do you do with that? Compare and contrast the movie, which I saw on the same day as the finale: It's all Marinette's story, until the big finale, where she just lays there and watches as Adrien and Gabriel resolve the main story by themselves. That option sucks, too. It's not terrible, but it's disappointing. I think all the arguments of Adrien can't be there because of Chat Blanc or Ephemeral are nonsense, even if they come from the show's head writers. But it's true that Adrien can't be there, because if he is, the story becomes about him instead of Marinette. If you know a fanfic that found a good way to resolve that, let me know!

As an aside: I know there are people who are disappointed that we didn't learn more about Emilie and the past of the adults, but I think that was never going to happen. I know I made a post about this years ago but I can't find it, but basically: Emilie was an interesting mystery for fans, but she was never relevant to the plot, least of all Marinette. This is the same kind of stuff as with the Marauders back in the days of the Harry Potter fandom, where a certain subset of fans went wild over all the hints. But those were never promises, they were just flavour, telling us the world is bigger and adventures have been going on since forever.

My final and most important point here is something quite different: I am grading Miraculous Ladybug on one hell of a curve. Have been doing that since the first episode I watched. I am willing to forgive most any jank in the storytelling if I get some cool and cute moments, and the show is full of those. So in that regard, the season 5 finale was no problem for me whatsoever. Yes, there is a lot of jank, but also a lot of cool stuff, and that makes me happy. There's a kung-fu crocodile! What more needs to be said?

(Aside: I know there are people who hate the kung-fu crocodile, and that the Couffaine boys are now mystical monks out of nowhere, with no explanation. I assume these people either hate fun or are arguing out of bad faith. If there's one thing in the finale that was obviously objectively 100% a good thing, it's that the crocodile knows Kung-Fu.)

Now, I'm not saying that you should grade the show on a curve, I'm just saying that I do. Yes, it's not entirely rational. Yes, there are plenty of shows out there, including shows aimed at similar age ranges, that don't require this. But if I didn't grade Miraculous Ladybug on a curve, if I didn't rate cute and fun and exciting over great interesting story, if I didn't separate the potential for fanfics from the actual way the stories are told, then I wouldn't be in the fandom to begin with. This is explicitly not a defence or apologia, it's just an explanation for why I have no trouble disregarding the janky parts. I know others disagree, or agree in principle but then some of the janky parts were just too bad for them and broke the spell, and that's valid.

But personally, I have no major problem with the season 5 finale. Yeah it was weird and quite a few decisions were stupid and didn't help any overall story. But I had fun, I'm looking forward to season 6 and I am going to write more fanfic. That's what matters to me.

#miraculous ladybug

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allamericanb-tch · 29 days

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marauders as eliza mclamb songs

** i limited myself to the ones she has on soundcloud because i did not want to go through her entire tiktok page to find links for all of her old songs sorry im a lazy queen.

pretend my explanations are not convoluted and poorly worded

the playlist of songs mentioned please go listen to it (with the marauders in mind !! ) i am obsessed with eliza mclamb currently. i tried to use every song on this playlist since i couldn’t use every song on her tiktok but i did skip some so. sorry? also the lyrics are just the ones i thought were the most them. i did not type out every single lyric to all these songs im not a MANIAC

james — look at me and lie / “daddy issues”

genuinely this song makes me tear up every time. it’s so jegulus from james pov coded which i think is absolutely devastating. in my mind this song is james thinking about regulus, knowing he has the mark, and regulus is wasting away knowing that he can’t be with james anymore, unknowing that james knows he has the mark. ugh it just breaks my heart every time.

i fucking hate when you look at me and lie // but i see it in your eyes you haven’t given up anything, except maybe the last three years of your life

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jegulus 💔

i know i remind you of the life you couldn’t live, you make that pretty clear when you lose your shit weirdly i like that side of you better. // to see you angry is more fulfilling than the apathy

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remus — wendy’s parking lot / autopilot / dial tone

cigarettes i mean this is literally remus. but in all seriousness, this song is so remus feeling alone, very first and second year of him, before he really got on with the marauders.

smoke a single cigarette out the window // i want to go driving till i run out of gas, speed till i pass everybody in a baby blue subaru with their 401k’s // i don’t have anyone to cry to

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remus trying to live his life after sirius leaves

doctor said i need routine // it’s time to drive around aimlessly and listen to music that used to make me cry, i wish it still did // i miss the feeling of feeling something

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remus calling grant after sirius leaves

who can i call? // you don’t have to say anything at all // just stay on the line, to know somebody’s out there will do me fine

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sirius — 2007 / haunted house

this song is sirius thinking about his time with regulus before hogwarts, and regulus idolizing his older brother and wanting to be just like him, and they grow up and grow apart, but really they’re scarily similar and sirius knows it and hates it because he hates himself.

you were still a baby, of course you’ll always be my little lady, but then you were freed // god, you’re turning into me // i want to hold your little face just look at you and say, ‘it’s not as good as it seems’ // it never gets better than being a kid with a dream

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this is sirius returning to his apartment he has with remus after he escapes azkaban

i swear this house is haunted, i can’t be here without wanting to go back ten years and do it all again. // i just can’t make myself fit back into place

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peter — speak

this is peter being quiet and shy and following james around like a lost puppy dog because james has always been his only friend, and he couldn’t bear to lose him, so he goes along with everything james does.

i never could talk loud enough so i learned how to listen. // i find my place in other people’s shadows. // i wait for you to ask me, ‘how is it you forgot how to speak?’

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mary — pornstar tits / anti-cinematic

this song is so mary being oversexualized by the fandom, and only used as a device to further the plot of wolfstar fics by being a rival love interest for sirius.

they trade that shit like pokémon cards, swapping my body with somebody else’s // it’s either jezebel or madonna and i’m not sure which one is worse

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this i think is mary leaving the wizarding world, and losing all her friends (..because they died) and trying to go back to life as a muggle

what if my best years are behind me? // what if i just keep getting older and lonelier?

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lily — elastic band / american wasteland

this song reminds me of lily reminiscing on her life before she found about wizards and magic and became involved in the war, and knowing she can’t go back to the life she once had.

so many memories i can’t recover existing in only a feeling // sometimes if i think real hard its like i’m there again // i’ll think i’ll stay in this moment for a while

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american lily evans. there i said it. but this song actually feels more petunia to me. petunia after lily leaves, feeling out of place without her built in best friend.

two kids in a double wide // take the city bus home // get off at the next stop and walk the rest of the way home in the dark

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marlene — twin flame

marlene and dorcas, dorcas and marlene.

i can read your mind like you can read mine // do i like you, or do i like that you’re fucked up like me?

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regulus — hydroplaning

this is regulus being in love with james, and being so deep into his self-hatred that he can’t even fathom why someone like james would like someone like him.

something about you liking me just doesn’t sit right with me i think it probably means you have bad taste. // and then of course i’ll whine about how no one could ever love me.

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evan — drunk in a fancy shower

evan at a party feeling out of place because party is drunk kissing other girls, and not drunk kissing him. poor evan :(

it’s so clear that i really don’t belong here // is it so cynical to think that no one would give a shit if i crawled out this window? // i need to get the fuck up, get back out there fill my cup up

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barty — zoned out

this is so barty losing his mind slowly after evan’s death

i came back into my body to find somebody else in it // i hate that i can’t listen to you over the sound of my heartbeat // sometimes i just have to leave

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pandora — witching hour / all alone

pandora is very much the kind of person who would find comfort in being alone in the middle of the night, and being awake while the world is asleep.

it must be the witching hour if i’m awake // it’s like the universe has picked me up, i’m a tiny baby in her cosmic cup. // i’m not scared of the unknown

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pandora being self aware and knowing that people think she’s weird and creepy but knowing she is on the right path for her <3

all alone, in my little world. if it’s a one man universe i’m my favorite girl. // ‘you’re all alone, well aren’t you wasting time?’ no i’m just taking mine.

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dorcas — dreamgirl

dorcas being dorcas

i wanna be your dean girl // i like the version of me that lives in your mind // i’m still a mystery to you

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youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars · 5 months

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Alright yall. I need help. Come sit. Be my therapist for a second. Have some hot cocoa even. We're gonna be here a while. <3

I am afab. Very average, very feminine presenting. Joining the marauders fandom and getting more into lgbtq+ side of media and things has made me question my gender identity a bit, and I don't know what to do. I say all the time "I wish I was a boy but only a pretty boy" in the sense that GOD do i wanna be a pretty boy like all the cosplayers and fancasts and fanart and fuckin book descriptions I see of these characters. I'll jokingly tell my friends if I knew and was promised that I could look like THAT ONE tiktoker if i transitioned, I would do it. But I don't know if that's fully 100% true.

I'm contemplating getting a binder. I think the only reason I've put it off for as long as I have is I don't know my own measurements and I don't own a tape measure. It would be super easy to get one, and it makes me wonder why i'm putting it off so bad. I have pretty big boobs for my body size, at least, that's what my friends say. Genetics-wise, all my sisters have bigger boobs and my mother's even gotten a reduction because of it. I've been contemplating that too.

I don't know if I want them gone, but I get such a gross disgusting feeling in my chest if i'm out and about and they're more visible with my clothing. If I were to wear a tight tank top under a hoodie instead of a bra and I go out in public it's like the nerve endings in my chest start doing something and it's so uncomfortable I feel like everyone is staring at them and I feel like I'm doing something wrong just for existing. just for being a woman with female body parts. Is that body dysmorphia? I'm not sure really, i think it started when I would attend church. I felt like every man in the room was staring at me and could notice them, even if i was sitting in the furthest back row and they were all looking forwards. I don't know. Maybe that's just religious trauma for another day.

I want clothes to fit me the way they fit men. I want to love a boy the way a boy loves a boy. I want the hands and the flat chest and the shoulders and the collar bones and the adam's apple and the stomach and the short swoops hair and the jawline. A Pretty boy. You know.

I think everyone desires to be attractive, and when there's so many variables with transitioning, you essentially roll the dice and hope you get a good deal. And I am insecure, and as shallow as it sounds, I would be afraid to be uglier than I am. Lemme tell ya, I haven't seen very attractive ginger men that's for sure. (you may attempt to change my mind if you so desire but if ANY of yall say ed sheeran ill cry cause no)

But some days, I feel alright with my face, with femininity. And I feel like I made up the desire to be a boy. I look in the mirror and think "you're pretty. you look fine, you even look pretty good. Why did you ever want to change that?" Then I'll scroll through tiktok or read a fanfic or see fuckin starchaser fanart that makes me rethink it all over and over again like an endless cycle. And I don't know what to do.

I don't look androgynous. I wish i looked androgynous. Maybe that'd be easier to figure it out. I know some of you are probably gonna say "just experiment with some things. try some different clothes or makeup" and I would if that was something I could easily do.

I never learned how to do makeup. No one ever taught me and I was scared to ask my mom for mascara even though I was in high school. My sisters were great at makeup, and hair, and fashion. All the things people tend to expect girls to be good at. They never taught me. They had moved out by the time I was old enough to start shaving my legs for the first time. Any time I do try something it doesn't match my face, or my hair color, or my skin tone and it doesn't look right and I just get lost.

I don't know how to do my hair, and I don't have anything to do my hair with except for a hairbrush and some ponytails, but my last haircut kinda fucked up and i have these side bangs that are chunky and i don't know how to fix them.

I think I have an alright sense of fashion, but in the way that I see things on my pinterest board and think "that outfit. I want that outfit" but individual pieces?? I wouldn't even know where to start. I like going thrift shopping but lately everything around me has been terribly expensive so I haven't even bothered. Plus it's not really fun going alone. And when I do get to a thrift store it's all...not good stuff?? If that makes sense. I never understand how people are so good at thrift shopping cause I can rarely find anything that matches and if it does match it's either too big or too small.

I just. I don't girl the way i'm supposed to. And I don't boy the way I want to. I don't even gay the way I want to gay. (in the sense that I really do look like a straight white girl. I wish I didnt. damn do i want to be a regulus black variant. can't even do that with my hair)

And even with pronouns. I don't like they/them for me. I look and act like a she/her so that one makes sense, and I've never really clicked with he/him. Maybe cause I don't feel like I look the part so it makes no sense to use it. All of my friends are long distance, and we only ever talk TO eachother so it's not like I'd ever hear it in practice to test it out. I don't know.

Maybe it's just my insecurities throwing all this around. Maybe i've been bullied or mocked or judged one too many times that now I don't even want to be perceived at all. I hate being perceived. Being noticed by random people quite possibly judging every move I make is horrifying. Add that to not enjoying being alone, well. Whoops.

So I don't know. I don't know what to do with myself. I can't make sense of any of it and I'm terrified of fucking something up. I know I shouldn't be. I know it's okay to experiment and see what fits me and what doesn't. Hair grows back, clothing styles change, even the sizes change. Bruises and scars heal, it's ok to fall down. I just..I feel like I can't let myself do any of it. I don't know why. Maybe a punishment of some kind. Not allowing myself to figure out who I am.

Maybe I'm so used to being what I'm not that it's become an unconscious thing I can't let go of. Just trapped in a bubble I didn't even realize I had been forced into until it was too late maybe. I don't know. I just don't know. I don't know where to start, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to do any of it and I just wanted to to be stopped. I want to be at the ends of this stupid long road and for it to be fixed.

I want it to go away.

(This kind of turned into a rant but if anyone has any advice I'd greatly appreciate it <3 happy new year btw!! heard some hella tea from my neighbors while writing this and that was very entertaining)

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