#Bit long winded

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay but it's super interesting how

Din = Power = Ganondorf

Naryu = Wisdom = Zelda

Farore = Courage = Link.

Because Din, in the hylian creation myth, created the physical world. Naryu then created the laws - gravity, time, etc. And Farore finally created life - plants and people.

Din created the body, naryu the mind, Farore the soul.

And the triforce and its wielders so perfectly reflect that.

Ganon is physical power, he is big and intimidating and he breaks things. He is cunning and determined, but that's not what he focuses on. He is might makes right.

Zelda is wisdom and cleverness. She is stall tactics and information and team work. She is a powerful mage with a spine of steel, but that's not how she'll win. She is the pen being mightier than the sword.

Link is courage and persistence. He is the wild card sneaking behind enemy ranks, always moving, plunging into terrifying situations head first. He's a phenomenal fighter with a keen wit, but that's not what will get him through his challenges. He is bravery not being the absence of fear but the triumph over it.

They sit in perfect parallels to each other.

And ganon is reborn through his body - his resurrection is immortality. No matter how low he is cast, as long as he has a body he can claw his way back. He can cling to his power, build it ever higher.

Zelda is reborn through the magic of her bloodline. It's the accumulated knowledge handed down for generations, the unique power she must master, the skills she must develop to survive and get her kingdom out the other side intact. Even her name, the knowledge of herself, is handed down from all the way from the very first. Her ancestors knowledge of her future presence, her stability, is what gives her the edge.

Link is reborn in spirit. He is not bound by flesh or blood. Just like his wanderlust soul he can reappear in any time or place. His variation, his unpredictability, is exactly how he fights. It's what makes him so hard to pin down.

Ganons need to build strength means he can't chase after link. Links impulsiveness means zelda can outwit him. Zeldas stationary predictability means she's an easy target for ganon.

But the other direction?

Fire melts ice, ice redirects lightning, lightning burns fire.

And that's the very essence of the triforce.

[maomao-words]

Work did more than just slam me with a hammer, so I am barely alive at the moment.

I am still answering some of the asks I received (you guys have the best ideas!!) in both SL and WB fandoms. But meanwhile, here are some self-indulgent HCs I wrote half-dead lol.

No TWs. Fluff with a hint of trickery on the part of the MC in the first two parts, and on the part of Suo in his own part.

Wind Breaker: How they behave as your fake boyfriend (Kiryu, Sakura, and Suo).

Kiryu Mituski:

Kiryu would be the perfect boyfriend.

Perfect enough to fool the stalker who has haunted your days for no end, who persistently chased you no matter how many times you rejected his advances, before you finally decided to lean on Kiryu for support. Kiryu only took two seconds before he held your hand in his own, smiling brightly, not even hesitating to accept your request.

Kiryu would be perfect enough to fool even your closest friends, who turned red each time they saw him waiting for you after classes, a soft smile on his lips, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. They would laugh and poke fun at you, hands eagerly pushing you toward Kiryu, before showering you both with compliments and happy wishes.

But Kiryu would also be perfect enough to fool you. With each passing glance, each fleeting touch, and each tender peck, you found yourself falling in love with Kiryu. Falling in love with the sweet smile he offered you each time you met, with the gentle hands he used to guide you through crowds and warm you during late evening strolls, and with the protectiveness he never seemed to run out of whenever you were involved.

You were falling in love more than you originally bargained for, more than the first time you fabricated the story of a stalker and asked the pink-haired beauty out, just to have an excuse to be closer to him.

Little did you know that Kiryu knew everything from the start. How could he not, when he knew you better than he knew himself? When his eyes followed your every move and drank in your every action, like a starved man, hungry for your attention and affection? When every guy that ever thought he could mess with you or harm you was never able to cross paths with you again after Kiryu dealt with him?

How could he not know? Kiryu was also in love with you.

Sakura Haruka:

Sakura would be living the hardest and most amazing time of his life.

Don't get him wrong. It's not that he disliked being able to enjoy your company more, being able to feel your gentle touches, and witness your sweet smiles. All of the perks that came with pretending to be your boyfriend never failed to leave Sakura eternally parched, aching for one more moment with you, and desperate for the affection and love that he was miraculously granted due to the persistent stalker you gained.

But, by God, did you have to make him fall in love more with you? Sakura had already been a mess since the day he laid his eyes on you. Blushing, stuttering, and awkwardly behaving whenever you were around. Never being able to hold your gaze for long, but never leaving your side for more than a few moments.

And now that he had your hand entangled with your warm one, your soft body close to his, as you proudly nodded and confirmed that he was your boyfriend in front of all your friends, Sakura simply felt he was losing his mind. His heart was a fluttering bird, begging to be released from its cage, and sharply aching behind Sakura's ribs.

Getting stabbed in the chest might have been preferable for Sakura, at this point, knowing that he might end up dead once his heart runs itself into the ground with its intense beating.

A piece of advice, dear? Try not to tease him too much, no matter how much you enjoy his lovely reactions to your tricks and traps. Sakura is bound to explode one day, either to punch himself for starting this mess and accepting your request, or to loudly yell out his feelings for you in a reckless confession that will cause him to disappear from sight for a week at best.

Take it a tad bit easy, and you just might end up winning the fight!

Suo Hayato:

A perfect gentleman from start to finish. Suo barely blinked at your timid request, eyes curling upwards with his typical glint. His smile slightly widened at the way your face brightened, hearing his acceptance.

But no matter how many dates you both go out to, just to show off that you had a boyfriend to the persistent stalker you gained not long ago, you were simply unable to spot the man in question any longer.

Not when you invited Suo to your favorite coffee shop and spent an hour begging him to try some of your chocolate cheesecake, beaming in happiness when he finally indulged you. Not when Suo picked you up after your lessons ended, warm hand curling around yours, while his other hand took your bag off your shoulder and refused to hear any of your protests.

I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? His gentle voice echoed near your ear as he slowly took off your bag's strap, sending your cheeks aflame at the close proximity.

The stalker never showed up. You were unable to spot him, not in front of your house, school, or part-time job, and all of your fear was turning into confusion. Was this the calm before the storm, or could you truly let down your guard?

When you ended up confessing all of your worries to him, Suo simply smiled at you, gentle and affectionate, before he patted your cheek with his fingers and brought you closer to him in a tight embrace.

You were safe, you thought to yourself, as you breathed in Suo's clean scent and clung further to his arm. You had Suo after all. All you had to do was trust him.

If only you had the sense to look up and gaze at Suo's face at that moment, you would have seen the light smirk adorning his lips. Poor, poor lamb, not even knowing that she had walked into the wolf's den, never to leave again.

Or wait, was this your own will?

[heartkade]

happy anniversary sweet despair <3

[fluffydeoxys]

... just another twisted pair of threads through the Occurant that produces mayhem, violence, and Madness ...

[thenmichael]

Vaati:000

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[suosage]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

wind breaker + food-sharing as an act of love:

satoru nii / sam sifton / aimee nezhukumatathil / sam sifton / jhumpa lahiri / ross gay / jane hirshfield

[rye-kin]

Married AU dump…

[bubbiethesaur]

Can I offer you a Moon in these trying times?

[orange-cheetah]

Makochi Townspeople Profiles

The People Who Give Makochi Town Its Colours!

Yama-jii (山じい)

An elderly man Sakura met at Café Pothos. He was grateful when Sakura let him know he'd forgotten something behind. Kotoha calls him "Yama-jii".

Satou-baachan (さとうのばあちゃん)

Sakura gave her a piggyback ride since her hips were hurting so much she couldn't stand. Jumped off Sakura's back and landed like someone from the Av*ngers.

Liquor store (酒店) - Butcher's (精肉店) - Fruit and vegetable store　(青果店)

Bakery (ベーカリー)

Taiyaki place (たい焼き店)

Monjayaki place (もんじゃ焼き店)

The People of Tonpu Shopping Street (東風商店街の人々)

The people running shops on Tonpu Shopping Street. They give Bofurin gifts from their shops like bread and fruit for protecting the town. There are also people like the owner of the liquor store, who challenges underage Sakura to a drinking match…

Granny of the first aid kit (救急箱のおばあさん)

A kind old woman who brought a first aid kit over to tend to Sakura, who had been stabbed in the leg. This became an opportunity for Sakura to start building relationships with others again.

The girl Nirei helped (楡井が助けた女性)

The girl who asked Sakura for help as Nirei was getting beaten one-sidedly by some delinquents. The reason Nirei got involved with the delinquents was to protect her from them.

Sasaki (笹城)

The junior high school student who found himself caught up with Shishitoren while chasing a shoplifter on the shopping street. Sakura and the others saved him while he was being attacked by Shishitoren.

The female student Kiryu helped (桐生が助けた女子生徒)

The girl Kiryu brought to Muscle Power. She was being harassed by some delinquents but received help from Kiryu.

Granny (おばあちゃん)

Asked Kaji and the others for help when her pet cat Risa-chan went missing. This doesn't seem to be the first time Risa-chan has run away.

Risa-chan (リサちゃん)

A cat with a pink ribbon as its defining trait. Perhaps because it was being chased by Sakura, its momentum caused it to jump into the river, but was saved by Kaji.

土屋 (Tsuchiya)

A childhood friend of Anzai who used to play with him at the park since they were little. Even now that Anzai has entered Furin High, it seems they still meet at the park of their memories.

長門 (Nagato)

Anzai's childhood friend. Mature and kind, he always went along with Anzai and Tsuchiya's recklessness. After that, the three of them went to different high schools and became separated.

[masterlist]

[vagueeyes]

INSIDE NO. 9 | S6E2 "Simon Says" Costumes by Yves Barre

[goomyloid]

I find it a little funny how much the Deltarune fandom has disconnected the Player from us, basically treating the concept of “the player” as it’s own character. Is this how Flowey felt?

i mean, from my perspective, isn’t it kind of encouraged? we start out the game by making an avatar, even if it gets discarded. we play the game as the soul, not kris, and our presumed role in the game is to literally look into a window of a different world and play the game. our existence as a player is crucial to deltarune’s story

i think with all of that, its understandable that different interpretations of how the soul behaves would pop up — established beings with personalities can only be described as Characters, at least to me. a lot of player interpretations ive seen are actively brought to life by people’s thoughts and feelings about the game, they dont just come out of nowhere.

ive said it before, but my particular player-character more so represents the kind of player that treats the world as if its fictional (i.e. they dont care about hurting a character’s feelings or something like that, they just want to see what happens). despite this, the characters are still interesting, so they shamelessly poke and prod and pick them apart to try to understand what’s going on in their heads. (a lot of them comes from my own attitudes actually, which maybe makes sense from the different scenarios i put them in. what i do is literally what my player does.)

it’s like, personifying the force that pushes kris and noelle into the weird route, which makes sense because there’s some weird Being with impossible motives controlling kris. what do we want, and what do they want? i think its too interesting to NOT explore…

[maraschinotopped]

brothership stamp collection... 2!!!! featuring mainly character stamps! ignore the top right one.

part 1

[angelpuns]

Raghhhh I'm really excited about Kid Leo rn but I don't wanna spoil anything and I'm so far ahead of my drawing schedule that by the time the end of this chapter comes around I'm not gonna be as excited anymore which is annoyiiiinggg

[anistarrose]

My current version, of my ever-evolving theory, on what constitutes "aromantic stories" is that first off, there's absolutely a wide spectrum between 1, "this is explicitly undeniably about aromanticism," and 2, "there sure is a noteworthy amount of aro subtext, but representing aros clearly wasn't the author's intent." But the spectrum is best completed not as a straight line, but as a triangle, where the 3rd point is "the story probably wasn't created with aromanticism at the forefront of anyone's mind, but was created with subverting particular expectations related to romantic relationships in mind." And in my experience, a lot of juicy aromanticism-related experiences that are underrepresented in their own right can lie in that third option, regardless of whether the characters are aro-spec or allo or kind of whatever you headcanon.

So, what does make a story on this spectrum "aromantic?" IDK, I wouldn't necessarily include all or most of the firm 2s (unintentional subtext) under the aromantic story mantle. But when you get into the gray areas that inch a little closer to 1 and 3, let alone the gray area between 1 and 3 where intent is ambiguous but ultimately may not matter, it makes sense that different people will have different takes.

[skyward-floored]

Swapped

Part one of the Incredibles au power swap fic lets gooooo

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be total, maybe four..? I tried to keep it short, but that... didn’t work, heh. This is set after movie stuff at some point, don’t know exactly when, not too long... but supers are legal at least.

But anyway, enjoy part one!

Part two

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Wind woke up slowly, his ears ringing in his skull.

A dull pulse of pain rippled through his middle, and he winced, putting a hand on his chest and rubbing it as he tried to think through what had happened. He remembered a voice talking, and something about intruders being free test subjects...

Oh. Right.

And a big explosion that had sent them all flying.

Ow...

Wind rubbed his eyes, wincing. He supposed a weird explosion shouldn’t be that surprising, since they were trying to break into a crazy-secure science lab. They’d gotten some information on all sorts of illegal experiments going on here, with supers allegedly involved, and they’d all suited up and stormed the place.

Nobody had realized they were expected.

Wind sighed, and sat up with another wince, grateful his supersuit was so sturdy. If he’d been in his civilian clothes, he’d probably be a smear on the wall right now. Or at least dealing with some broken ribs instead of just the weird soreness he had.

He shook his head, trying to disperse the ringing in his ears, and looked around, wondering why it was so quiet. Something about the air seemed weird, like something was missing from it.

A frown settled on Wind’s face and he reached for some wind, trying to listen and see if there was anything moving nearby. Then he froze.

He couldn’t do it.

Wind thrust his hand out, twirling it in the motion he always used when he directed the winds, but nothing happened, no matter how he moved his hands, no matter how hard he tried.

Something was wrong with his powers.

Wind breathed in shakily, and looked down at his hands, trying not to get swamped with panic. He was fine, he was fine except for the aches and lack of powers, he was fine. He probably just... needed to recover a little more from being unconscious. Yeah.

That had to be it.

Wind swallowed and looked around, suddenly zeroing in on Legend lying nearby. He wasn’t moving, and Wind shakily got to his feet, stumbling over and crouching at his side.

“Legend?” Wind asked, and gave his brother a light shake.

Legend didn’t move, not one inch, and the sight of his brother so still made something lurch in Wind’s stomach.

He paused in trying to wake him, and turned his attention to the rest of the room. He’d been separated from the others in the explosion, and the only other person besides Legend and himself in the hallway was Warriors. And Warriors looked like he was beginning to stir, a groan coming from his direction.

Wind stood up again, the absence of his wind all the more noticeable when he tried to draw on it for assistance. He swallowed and kept going, and knelt by Warriors’ side as his eyes flickered open.

“Warriors?” he asked in a shaky voice, and his uncle groaned, pressing his hands to his ears.

“Not so loud...” he bit out in a whisper, face screwed up in a wince. “...why is it so loud?”

“...I’m the only one making any noise,” Wind said in confusion, and when Warriors winced, he switched to a whisper as well. “...Sorry. It’s not loud at all Warriors, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t... know?” Warriors bit out, trying to sit up. “Ugh... I feel like I got hit by a truck...”

“Did you hit your head?” Wind asked anxiously, and Warriors slowly shook it, still wincing.

“No... everything is just... loud.”

Wind waited a moment for him to wake up a little more, and Warriors breathed out, slowly sitting up. Pain still showed in the way his face was creased though, and Wind felt the bubble of anxiety in his chest get a little bigger.

“That was a weird thing they hit us with... are you sure you’re okay?” Wind said as he helped Warriors sit up, glancing worriedly at the rubble separating them from the others.

“Yeah...” Warriors mumbled. “You okay, Wind?”

Wind swallowed.

“I... I don’t know,” he said honestly, wishing his voice wouldn’t shake. “I only woke up a bit ago. I found Legend too, he’s still unconscious, but Wars there’s— there’s something wrong with my powers.”

“What?”

Wind bit his lip. “I can’t get them to work. Ever since I woke up I haven’t been able to feel any wind or anything, there’s something wrong.”

Warriors’ face creased in concern, but then he paused, and held out his hand with his palm outstretched.

Nothing.

He tried again, a little more frantically, but still nothing happened, and he exhaled, looking down at his hands.

“Looks like mine are on the fritz too,” he said worriedly, then gave Wind’s shoulder a squeeze. “We’ll... we’ll figure this out. There’s probably something blocking them, I’ve seen this before. We just need to find the device.”

“You’re sure?” Wind said shakily, and Warriors nodded, giving his hair a quick ruffle.

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, kiddo.”

Wind gave him a small smile, then decided to check on Legend again since he still hadn’t moved. His brother’s face was still pale and blank, and while he didn’t look injured, Wind knew stuff could be hurt on the inside where they couldn’t see it.

Warriors joined him a few moments later, still wincing, and got to a knee beside Legend. He began looking him over, brushing dusty bangs from his face, and Wind watched in silence from beside him.

“Warriors, what do we do now?” Wind asked quietly, and his uncle hesitated, flinching when a sound rang out in the distance.

“I... don’t know just yet. Let’s recuperate for a bit, see if we can wake Legend up. Maybe try and contact the others. Then... I guess keep going. Somebody has to stop this scientist guy.

“And that somebody is us.”

“Right-o,” Warriors smiled. Then he stiffened, ears pricking as he looked down the hallway. “Someone’s coming.”

“I don’t hear anything,” Wind said in confusion, and Warriors shook his head, gathering Legend up into his arms.

“I can, there’s someone coming, trust me. We need to—”

Footsteps clattered towards them, and Warriors flinched, quickly tugging Wind and Legend behind a piece of rubble. A handful of guards came around the corner, and Wind crouched down further, watching them nervously.

Normally four guards would be nothing, but without powers and Warriors in a questionable state... Wind wasn’t sure they could handle them.

“Wars?” he whispered, and Warriors put a finger to his lips.

The guards drew nearer, spreading out and looking around the rubble. One came closer and closer to where Warriors and Wind were, and suddenly looked behind the rubble, spotting them.

“Hey!”

He grabbed for his gun, and Warriors shoved Wind behind him, launching himself at the guard with a snarl. The man shouted as he fell backwards, and despite the pain on Warriors’ face, he managed to wrestle the gun away from him.

The other guards heard him though, and Wind’s stomach lurched as they surrounded Warriors, unsure if he should go help or stay where he was and defend Legend. Warriors was hurting, but Legend wasn’t even awake, what was he supposed to do?

Two guards split off and went for Wind, and he yelped in panic, backing up so he could better protect Legend. The guards both reached in the nook Wind and Legend were tucked in, trying to grab them, but Wind avoided their hands and kicked at their arms.

Warriors was still struggling with the other two guards, but when he heard Wind’s yelp, his head shot up, eyes going wide when he saw one of them pull out a gun.

“Get away from them!” he shouted, eyes glowing, and was suddenly doused in shadows.

A familiar noise hummed through the air, and Wind and the guards stared in shock as the shadows dispersed, leaving a grayish-blue and white wolf on the ground where Warriors had been.

The wolf looked utterly shellshocked, and Wind felt much the same as he stared at it.

What.

Wind suddenly realized the guards were all distracted by the abrupt appearance of a wolf, and he shoved his shock to the back of his mind. He pushed the two that were trying to grab him, knocking them both over, then darted out and grabbed a piece of metal that had fallen on the ground.

He slammed it into one of the guard’s heads, sending him to the floor, but by then the others had snapped out of their daze.

But Warriors had too, and it didn’t take long for him and Wind to take out the other three guards. All four lay unconscious in short order, and Wind panted heavily as he wiped his face.

Then he stared back at the wolf, who was staring at his paws with his ears back.

“Um... what?” Wind spluttered, disbelief coming back. “Warriors that— how?”

The Warriors-wolf whined, his eyes wide, and he paced around in an anxious circle, nose twitching and ears flicking.

“How did you do that?!” Wind repeated, and Warriors flinched at his raised voice, ears folding back again. “...sorry. But why do you have Twilight’s powers?!”

Warriors repeated his whine, tail between his legs, and suddenly the shadows whirled around him again, blocking him from view. When they dispersed, Warriors was back to normal, sitting on the ground and looking somewhat nauseous.

“...Warriors?” Wind asked, and Warriors slowly sank down and laid on his back, then put a hand over his eyes.

“Gimme a sec,” he croaked.

Wind went quiet, and for a minute the only sound in the room was Warriors’ somewhat-shaky breathing.

While his uncle got a hold of himself, Wind gently tugged Legend out from the hiding spot, setting his head in his lap as he sat down. He ran a hand over Legend’s hair while he watched Warriors, and finally his uncle exhaled, and took the hand off his eyes.

“I think I know what the problem with our powers is,” he murmured. “Somehow... they switched.”

“But how?” Wind said as he stared at his uncle, and Warriors sighed, slowly sitting up and setting his hands over his ears again.

“I don’t know. But... I think it has to do with that weird energy pulse. I’d guess somehow it switched our powers.”

Wind stared at him in shock, and Warriors grimaced as something made a sound in the distance.

“How... is that even possible?”

“I have no earthly clue.”

Wind petted Legend on the head again, trying to wrap his brain around the idea of powers somehow swapping. Their powers were a literal part of them, how could anything switch them around?

“So... so you somehow have Twilight’s powers,” Wind said, and Warriors nodded. “Does that mean Twilight has yours?”

“I don’t know. But based on the whole wolf thing and the fact that I can hear so much as a pin drop, I definitely switched with Twilight,” Warriors said, then winced again. “Eugh. How does he deal with being able to smell everything? Or hear people breathing?”

Wind shrugged. “So... what was it like being a wolf?” he asked curiously.

“...Weird. We should get moving before the guards wake up,” Warriors said, dodging the question, and Wind sighed and nodded. Obviously Warriors didn’t want to talk about it.

...he’d get it out of him eventually though.

Wind looked down at his hands as Warriors moved to pick up Legend, flexing his fingers, and wondered suddenly if the same thing had happened to him.

Had he just gotten his powers blocked, or had he switched with somebody too? Was that why he couldn’t feel his winds?

Wind focused on himself for a second, trying to remember back to when he was smaller, and accessing his powers was more difficult. Normally there was a sense of the winds around him that he drew on, a thrum in his heart that moved in time with them, and he could usually draw on it with little to no effort.

That feeling wasn’t there anymore, but as Wind focused, he realized there was a different thrum inside of him now, one that felt blindingly strong.

Wind cautiously drew on it, but it was like turning on a firehose, and a flood of whatever power he had now came rushing at him, startling a yelp from his throat.

Warriors called his name, but Wind barely heard him, focused on the power rushing through his middle, spreading to his limbs and stretching out along his face. It was nearly overwhelming, but Wind held on against it, gritting his teeth as power buzzed all over throughout his skin.

The rush ebbed finally, enough that Wind could open his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was that the floor seemed a lot further away then it had before.

Also Warriors staring at him in shock.

“What?” Wind asked, then startled at the way his voice echoed.

“You... you also swapped,” Warriors said in a somewhat strangled voice.

Wind blinked, then looked at his hands, feeling the current of power run through him, feeling so powerful that he could probably punch his way through the walls if he had to.

Which meant...

“I got Dad’s, didn’t I?” Wind said.

Warriors sat back down.

“...Yep.”

[rusalka52]

marauders 70s-80s music headcanons

+complimentary playlist

cw: fluff, a bit of angst for Remus but that’s expected

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A/N: I like 70s-80s music, I like the marauders, why not mix the two? I’ve noted a few bands that the boys would like plus their favourite songs (that I’ve linked to youtube so you can go listen to them) and a small short story regarding their favourite band. The songs on the Spotify playlist range from the 1960s’ to before October 1981 so they’re all canon accurate. Hope you guys enjoy this while I write part 3 to Tell me I’m pretty !!!

Sirius:

-Favourite musicians: he’s the world's biggest poser I'm so sorry to say this. Sex Pistols, Queen, the Ramones, David Bowie, the Cure, Talking Heads, the Clash. He’s a massive Queen fan too. He had an orgasmic reaction when he heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” for the first time, but let’s be honest who didn’t?

-Favourite songs: “Bodies” by the Sex Pistols because it says the word ‘fuck’ a lot and it bothers Walburga. He also loves “I wanna be your dog” by the Stooges because he thinks he’s funny.

-He might be a poser but he’s MY poser. It’s the 31st of August 1977, the last day before the start of his seventh year and coincidentally the last day of the Sex Pistol’s secret tour of the UK. And Sirius was not about to miss it. Before leaving for Plymouth, where the gig was, he made sure to pack his trunk and ensure that James would bring it safely to King’s Cross station the next day and they would meet on platform 93/4. The gig was amazing, exhilarating and the alcohol was definitely flowing. Everything was going as smoothly as it could for a punk concert until the next morning. When Sirius opened his eyes he was greeted by the bright blue English sky, the shining sun and a sharp pain in his lower back. After checking his surroundings he intelligently deduced that he had gotten so drunk he passed out in the middle of a field. Panic starts to set in as he checks his watch and notices that he only has one hour to get to London before the train leaves him behind. Once he finally manages to stand up, ignoring the throbbing headache and the increasing feeling that he’s going to vomit everything he’s consumed the entire summer, he starts rummaging through his backpack praying to any entity that will listen that he did not lose his wand. Luck seemed to be on his side as he still had the wand neatly secured in his bag. He quickly apparates to King’s Cross station and after throwing up for 20 minutes in the bathroom and spending another 10 washing his face and making sure his hair looks sexy and rugged he finally meets the rest of the Marauders in their usual carriage at 10:58 am, 2 minutes before the train is set to leave. His clothes look and smell like actual shit but he doesn’t care, thinks it makes him look more #punk #rock #anarchy. God, I cannot stand him (/affectionately)

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James:

-Favourite musicians: a bit more old fashioned when it comes to music, big fan of the Beatles, the Doors, the Kinks, Queen, and Nico and the Velvet Underground because they’re Effie’s favourites.

-Favourite song: “Sunny Afternoon” by the Kinks. No further comment. Hums it during class, quidditch practice, while he studies, while getting ready. The rest of the guys cannot stand him anymore, he drives them mad with the constant humming. Lily learns to tolerate it after they get married and little Harry always giggles whenever he hears it.

-One of his earliest childhood memories involves the singer Nico. Being an only child he used to spend hours every day with his mother, Effie, while his father was at work; once he comes back home they practice Quidditch in the back garden of course, little James flying on his practice broom and catching any quaffles Fleamont tosses his way. One Tuesday morning like any other Effie was making pancakes for James (the blueberries positioned in such a way that they formed a smiley face on the plate -the only way that James would even consider eating his fruit). James was sat on one of the kitchen counters drinking some apple juice and watching his mother cook while some muggle song played in the background. She loved to listen to the radio and hum and groove along to whatever song was playing while busy with chores around the house -truly how did those contraptions even work? How were there so many little singers stuck in the small box? Little James would wonder constantly. No matter how many times his father explained electromagnetic waves and radio signals to the 7 year old he would always remain baffled. “Oh dear, I simply adore this song! Come! We must dance!” His mother exclaimed as the radio show host announced the next song: “These Days” by Nico. Effie turns the stovetop off, turns up the volume on the radio and picks up James. As Nico’s melodic voice fills the kitchen, once she starts singing the first verse, Effie hums along, holding James tightly in her arms. After a few seconds she puts him down from her embrace -he is a growing boy after all!- and grabs his small hands twirling him around while he cannot stop giggling. If anyone asks James what happy memory he picked attempting to conjure a corporeal patronus he would talk about that one time in third year when “his Lily-flower” smiled at him, or the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s victory against the Slytherins in their second year, but deep down James knows that him and his mother dancing together in their kitchen when he was 7 is the only memory that will never fail to make him smile.

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Remus:

-Favourite musicians: Joy Division, David Bowie, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Jefferson Airplane, the Clash and post 1981 the Smiths

-Favourite songs: “Werewolves of London” by Warren Zevon, another jokester like Sirius. He also loves “Queen Bitch” and “Moonage Daydream” by David Bowie. Post ‘81 “I want the one I can’t have” by the Smiths

-Remus was ready to spend the summer holidays of their 3rd year alone. He heard James mention on the train carriage on the way back something about his family spending the summer in Spain, Sirius had written to him saying that he was grounded for the whole month because his mother caught him smoking cigarettes and Peter, he had no clue where that boy disappeared off to. That was until one hot August morning when he heard an owl scratching at his window. Not just any owl, the Pettigrew’s owl! He immediately opened the window letting the clumsy small bird inside. The brown barn owl -her name was Marjorie he was pretty sure- upon seeing the food in Remus’ hand releases the letter from her beak, snacks on some owl treats and immediately flies off. Remus chuckles at the animal and opens the letter which obviously came from Peter seeing as it was written in his chicken scratch handwriting and complete with spelling mistakes.

“Dearest Mooney,

Mummy asked me to invite my freinds over for a sleepover. James is in Spain and Sirius is still grounded. Do you want to come over? 3pm on Monday!! Cant wait to sea you! We can eat snacks and watch films and listen to that new record your mum got you for Chrismas that you've been raving about all year!

I look fourward to seeing you!

Chat later, Pete :D

P.S. sorry if Margie bites, i am still training her…”

Remus instantly got excited when he read the letter and got to writing his response straight away, obviously accepting the invitation to the sleepover (not like he had anything else to do). He truly could not wait to show Peter the Hunky Dory vinyl he got. He immediately packed it in his bag ready to show it off.

Monday finally arrived and the two boys met up, went to buy muggle sweets from the corner store first, and then they walked around town for a bit trying to decide which board game to play; they landed on “Battleship” and that was the first thing they did upon entering Pete’s room. “Hey, Wormtail, can I show you the vinyl now?” Remus asks meekly after the second round of their game ended. “My goodness, Rem! Yes of course, I nearly forgot! Come, follow me to the living room, that's where the record player is!” The two boys sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company, the voice of David Bowie serenading their peaceful moment, which was intermittently interrupted by Peter’s mother offering them cookies or cake or tea or juice. The night ended with the boys quietly sitting in the same living room while a 1 am showing of “The Exorcist” played on the tv screen. The pair ran up to Peter’s room terrified and hid under the covers within 35 minutes of the start of the film.

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Peter:

-Favourite musicians: ABBA, Blondie, the Beatles and Jefferson Airplane. But mainly ABBA. Has been watching the eurovision song contest every year with his mum. From start to finish, even the semi-finals. He complains about the winners every time, except in ‘74 when ABBA won.

-Favourite songs: all of ABBA’s discography. He truly can’t pick only one favourite. Rip Peter Perrigrew you would have LOVED Mamma Mia! (2008)

-Massive Blondie fan as well and no shame about it. The Potters were hosting the 1978 Halloween party and everyone HAD to show up in costumes otherwise they wouldn’t be welcome. Remus went as David Bowie with the lightning bolt drawn on his face, Sirius thought that a werewolf costume would be the funniest thing in the world, the newlyweds decided on a couple’s costume, James went as Danny and Lily went as Sandy from the film Grease that had come out over the summer. Peter had no idea what to go as. He was between dressing up as either a rat, which could be funny to the people who knew about his animagus form, but really lazy to outsiders, or something classic like vampire or zombie. He was racking his brain trying to come up with something, looking around his messy flat in case inspiration struck when suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he spots Blondie’s new album cover, “Parallel Lines”. Oh, he knew what he had to do.

Usually Peter was one of the first guests to arrive at any party he was invited to, helping the host set the table, fixing any decorations etc. but not this time. This party Peter decided to be “fashionably-late, darling”, as Sirius would put it, a fact that surprised everyone. No one at the party expected the meek and timid Peter Pettigrew to show up in a white mid thigh length dress, matching open-toed heels, a white ribbon around his upper arm, white pearls, courtesy of his loving but slightly confused mother, topped off with a blonde and black wig. James was quick to snap a picture of the moment, calling Peter affectionately “Debbie Harry’s fat cousin.”