#I know I’m more of a marauders blog but this just fit
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I STAND by this (btw i wrote this 23 military time so it might be messy and a bit crazy, i don’t have sources but.. most of the proof i got has been talked about on Tumblr, i’m not someone who thinks about this stuff without some sort of base. Unless it’s something i really wanna think about.)
I love Snape, he’s so intriguing and the only character i can properly relate to. I get what it feels to make bad choices that other people never forget. I feel like Snape is the perfect morally grey character that all us 2 thousand mistakes losers can relate to.
I hate how the marauder fandom hate Snape cause he’s mean to children and is “ugly”.. Like my guy is literally a rockstar with how he’s described!! HES NEVER EVEN CALLED UGLY. And then these curtain lovers (yes that was a Stranger things ref, link at bottom) Stan and bow down to characters with half a page of info! Don’t get me wrong, i love Eileen Prince (which i don’t see enough of) and Regulus black, all of that sort. But come on man… Barty jr is not an angel compared to Snape! Thats a canon fact, he’s a cold blooded murderer. Snape feels remorse! For Lily OR not, it wouldn’t matter cause the same was with Regulus. He betrayed Tom for his house elf, not muggleborns. Snape betrayed for his MUGGLEBORN childhood friend. Pretty similar huh?
Just because Snape is weird and had unrequited feelings who he never forgot doesn’t mean he’s a creep?? Also saying Snape would touch Harry like THAT if he looked like his mother is HELLA icky. Don’t take traumatized characters with flaws and make them worse. People who have been in Snape’s situation will feel like shit. If i hear one more person saying that crap I’m gonna go insane. Because it connects to a much worse problem in real life. Curtain lovers (i cant find a better name, its just so broad) have always blamed the “Losers” for unordinary or bad situations, stuff that doesn’t fit well. Or stuff the Curtain lovers messed up on. An example would be the past belief that witches lived among us. Now, i don’t want to bring real life situations into this, but hey, at least I’m not saying that Death eaters ARE the Nazi’s…
“Witches” consisted of people the curtain loving in command people (i would say government but idk if it was called that back then, oh well. I’ll just say curtain lovers) found a threat. People that were out of the ordinary. People that thought differently, that were WEIRD and easy to miss-understand. The curtain lovers would blame misfortunes on witches. Uncle Sam’s crops died? Sweetie call the priest cause it’s another darn witch! Oh I’m sorry Rebecca? You like books? As a woman?? I need to call the priest you filthy witch!
I know this might be a bit too deep for some god darn children books but saying Snape would SA Lily is such a dirty way to say you hate a character that you don’t even try to understand. It really dives into what type of person you are.
Also, hating Snape for being weird is SOO hypocritical. I mean, have you seen the other Harry Potter fans? Eughh.. I don’t even wanna think about the Tom Felton fans 🤢. That poor guy.
My point is that undermining a character is the least diverse thing you could do.
And the thing og blog said about Snape looking Jewish really adds to it. People really pick and take favorites. Leaving others to rot.
Hope you like this text. I might make a more proper argument in the future, its too darn late rn.
Marauders fans just be having double standards on the point they proud themselves the most on: Diversity
They be like "let's make James brown" (ik that it's in the whole fandom in general but ykwim) and reject the Jewish-looking guy
They be like "let's make Lily obese" and reject the underweight guy
They be like "let's make Regulus abused" and reject the canonically abused guy
They be like "let's make Regulus get groomed into joining the DEs" and reject the canonically groomed guy
They be like "let's make Barty's actions look right by saying it was for love" and reject the guy who did everything for the girl he loved (platonically or not)
Double standards, double standards everywhere.
Diversity only exists if Snape is not involved
#harry potter#snape defense#im serious#dead serious#and no i dont mean Black#lmaooo#long text#i think
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Ron: That’s one of my biggest fears.
Ron: If I ever, like, wake up as a donut…
Harry: You would eat yourself.
Ron: I wouldn’t even question it.
#I know I’m more of a marauders blog but this just fit#harry potter#ron weasley#ronald weasley#hermione granger#golden trio era#golden trio#hogwarts#luna lovegood#maraurders#james potter#lily evans#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#moony#padfoot#prongs#wormtail#source: community
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❤️💛💕
For marauders era <3
apologies in advance anon i wrote way more than i meant to!!
❤️- which character is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?
This one is a hard pick between remus and sirius so i’ll just do both.
remus - oh dear lord. I could go on about this forever but I already have so many posts about it so I’ll try to keep this short. now i’m not the most canon-compliant person but the way remus is treated by this fandom drives me up a wall in a way no other character does. he is disabled, shy, quiet, and a follower. fanon has turned him into a borderline abusive asshole/alpha daddy bad-boy and it’s the most insane thing ever. where are we getting this from? oh! I know the answer actually. so many wolfstar fans see a werewolf and long haired guy and decide that remus is the “masc one” in the relationship and sirius is femme. I genuinely think there are some underlying internalized homophobia issues in the way they’re portrayed but i’ll focus more on that when I talk about sirius. for now, i think it’s important to address the inherent ableism in remus’s current popular fandom portrayal. he canonically experiences extreme pain from his lycanthropy- in what world would he feel comfortable using acts of strength in a dominant way? (ie- choking sirius in a sexual way, picking him up, etc.) this also largely ignores the fact that he likely wouldn’t even be able to do a lot of this. he’s weakened from his transformations. as a disabled person myself I will never understand how people can so blatantly ignore the negative aspects of what he goes through so they can have their alpha dom romance. moving away from that for a moment, it’s also just ridiculous to me that he would ever let himself show true anger to anyone he loves. he hates his lycanthropy and anything that would make him seem more “monstrous” is completely off the table. Also just because this pisses me off- let the man bottom! It’s genuinely so rare to see bottom!remus content and i’ll talk about why I think that is in sirius’s part as well. I have a lot more to say but I also don’t know if I phrased any of this well in the first place so i’ll end this part here.
sirius - oh boy. I’ll try to make this shorter than remus’s section but no guarantees. sirius as a submissive femme twink is genuinely one of the worst things to happen to this fandom. first of all, we are completely ignoring his canon body type while simultaneously infantalizing him. that is a grown man with a BEARD. it’s one thing to have your headcanons, but why is it that I never see femme sirius topping? I’m so convinced it’s a product of some sort of internalized homophobia. ignoring sirius’s canon masculinity for a moment, even if he was hyper femme he could still top. It’s so obvious that people have a very fixed view of what a gay relationship looks like- one masc and one femme. which- by the way- is a homophobic stereotype. sirius can be femme! if that’s your head canon for him, it’s not my thing, but okay. But then why make remus hyper masc? when that’s straight up against his canon personality? Again, this is something i’ve talked about in other posts on my blog and likely will be talking about in the future. Anyways- my main point is there’s no need to completely change his personality just to fit a stereotype. I also way prefer top!sirius / bottom!remus to the reverse, which is what’s more popular right now. (again, fitting right into the femme/masc ship stereotype.) Although I do believe in my heart of hearts that they’re switches that’s the only dynamic i’ll read because their personalities tend to be more accurate in those fics. Sirius can bottom! but holy shit let him be muscular and a little chubby and put some fucking hair on his face. I truly believe everyone is a mix of masc and femme traits, and i’d never fully deny sirius of any form of femininity. but you can dress feminine and still have masc traits or vice versa. Anyways the main takeaway from all of this is that i hate the way wolfstar has become a stereotype of gay relationships.
💛- what is a popular ship you just can’t get behind and why?
okay this is definitely an unpopular opinion but i’ve made myself very clear on my hatred of this ship so hopefully my moots won’t mind!! I can’t stand jegulus. like with a passion. I see jegulus on my insta feed and audibly sigh. To me jegulus is a crackship that should have never gotten popular. first and foremost, i see james as heterosexual and regulus as aroace so immediately that wouldn’t work even if I liked their dynamic. HOWEVER! i truly don’t believe james would ever betray sirius like that. james was more of a brother to sirius than regulus ever was and the idea that james would go fuck him is crazy to me. they probably barely interacted in school, if at all. also jily for life!! idk how people can’t like jily if you want enemies to lovers they’re literally right there.
also not super popular but remadora. that’s a gay man and a lesbian. what are we doing here jkr.
💕- what’s an unpopular ship you like?
remus x kingsley (i can’t remember their ship name) It used to be more popular and i remember reading a few fics in like 2019 but I can’t find it on tumblr really. I like the idea of them meeting and getting together after sirius is imprisoned- i think they have a good dynamic together. Wolfstar is still endgame to me but i think they could have had a cute relationship. Honestly i’ve thought of drawing them together so if that’s something anyone is interested in let me know because i’ll do it. also if anyone has fic recs!
i hope this wasn’t too much i got a bit carried away lol- i have a lot of thoughts on wolfstar’s dynamic so this was kind of cathartic to write out. i’m not looking to debate anyone, these are just my personal opinions so keep any comments kind and thoughtful please. :)
#marauders ask#ask game#remus lupin#wolfstar#sirius black#marauders#the marauders era#james potter#anti jegulus#the marauders#kingsley shacklebolt#remus lupin x kingsley shacklebolt#r/s
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Hey tumblr.
My name’s Elliot, and I’m not exactly new here, but this is a new account and blog. There’s not that much to know about me, so I’ll just spit anything important right here.
I’m very, very tired.
School is shit. I’ll probably complain about it.
They/Them
Still figuring out the sexuality and gender stuff, all I know is my current pronouns and that I am definitely somewhere on the aroace spectrum.
I love art. I love to find it and look at it and cherish it.
I like drawing things myself, but it’s been months since I’ve had the motivation to. If I draw anything worthwhile I’ll post it on here, I guess.
Reading is the best.
I like writing, too. Demotivation plagues that too, but I love writing. Original pieces, fanfiction, anything.
My favorite books: The Book Thief, Code Name Verity, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, The Queen’s Thief series, the original Sherlock Holmes canon, and probably I’m missing some but it’s okay.
Favorite movies: The Imitation Game, Return of the King, Interstellar and Inception.
Favorite tv shows: BBC Sherlock, Granada’s Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and Heartstopper.
(I have a lot of favorites.)
Main fandoms are anything Sherlock Holmes and the Tolkien universe (including all movies (but not RoP because it’s barely even Tolkien)).
Other fandoms that I still enjoy but am not as involved in include (but are not limited to): Star Trek, the Marauders, and the MCU? Also Star Wars every once in a while.
Some favorite ships for any of these (in no particular order) are: Bagginshield, Samfro, Gigolas, Johnlock, Mystrade, Jegulus, Wolfstar, Spirk, and once again there’s others too that I’m leaving out.
I fucking love music so much.
I play the piano quite nicely and I play the violin not even half as well (but I play it anyway).
My two favorite video games are Portal (and Portal 2) and Hollow Knight.
GAH I feel like there’s more I should add but I’m useless so I don’t know what the “more” is.
Anyway, yeah. That’s a little bit about me.
I’m also intensely lonely and I like tumblr friends, so don’t hesitate to message me if something in here catches your eye.
This message will be updated periodically as I see fit.
<last update: 08.09.23>
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Sucking steve in the bacroom at scoops
Steve in his Scoops uniform? Say no more
Warning: smut, oral (m receiving)
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Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, relaxing at the feeling of your warm tongue tracing his cock up and down after a long day at Scoops. Serving ice cream didn't sound like a hard job, but the customers could be so annoying.
Like Erica Sinclair, who keeps asking for thousands of samples every single day. She was a handful.
eclipsed to the backroom for some privacy. Through the frosted window, you would get a gist of what was going on. The mall was closed, all store employees preparing to go home and closing down, shutting their fences. The janitor was on the second floor and wouldn’t be sweeping the food court until half an hour. You had time.
His sailor shorts and briefs were pulled down his thighs, just enough for his cock to be out. Your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking on it like a popsicle, the tip of your tongue gently licking his slit. Pre-cum was forming, beading at the tip. You collected it with your tongue, then took half of him in your mouth and wrapped your hand around what you couldn't fit into your mouth, giving it slow strokes while humming because Steve in his Scoops uniform made you weak in the knees – which explained your current position.
If Robin knew what you and Steve were up to after-hours when he had the closing shift, her face would twist in utter disgust. Then, she would lecture you about how unhygienic you two were being - there’s ice cream cones, syrups and all the extra stuff is stored in the backroom -, improper and just gross.
She would be right on every point, but would it stop you from getting on your knees in the back room? Absolutely not.
You sucked him off like your life depended on it, slurping and moaning around his cock. Your mouth and hand worked together to bring him towards the edge.
‘’Your mouth feels so good, baby. I’ve been counting down the minutes to this all day.’’
To Steve, this blowjob felt like a reward after a long day.
‘’Fuck, baby-’’ Steve threw his head back the second your hand reached for his heavy balls, causing his hat to fall off his head behind him. ‘’Do that again and I’m gonna shoot right in your mouth.’’
You took this as a challenge and cupped his balls again, a dragged out groan coming out of Steve’s mouth. His hand came to the back of your head, twisting in your hair and guiding you up and down his cock.
Shortly after, he was shooting his hot cum down your throat, thighs jerking as his orgasm hit. You continued to bob your head on him until he was done spilling every single drop, then pulled his shorts back up.
‘’I'm never getting tired of this,’’ Steve said as you stood, your knees feeling sore from kneeling on the tiled floor.
He sat on the counter space by the sliding window, taking a short rest before turning off the lights and heading home. A beaming smile curled on his lips as he looked at you, feeling like he hit the jackpot. Not everyone had a hot girlfriend to suck them off after a shitty day at work.
‘’Come here.’’ Steve made grabby hands at you.
You stepped between his legs, giving him a sweet kiss as his arms closed around you. You lifted his shirt, casually raking your nails down his stomach and back. ‘’When we started going out, you asked me what my favorite flavor of ice cream was. I think I know.’’ There was a glint of mischief in your eyes, but Steve missed it. ‘’It’s Steve Harrington flavor.’’
Steve’s head fell against your shoulder, feeling himself twitch under his shorts. ‘’Don’t say shit like that. You’re gonna make me hard again.’’
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Comforts
(Remus Lupin x Female Reader)
(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)
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Requested by: Anon
Requests: Open
Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)
Request: 'Remus lupin x fem reader where she just had a bad day and everything hurts and just wants comfort'
Thank you so much for requesting. Please, do say if you want any changes. I tried to get forward the bad day, and there is comfort at the end, do not worry, and it is all Remus content.
Warnings: Swearing.
Words: 1.3K
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
Thank you.:)
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"Hi," Remus grins down to her, swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.
It is currently lunch in the Great Hall, and per his friends' harassment, he has finally gathered up the courage to come and speak to her. She does not look up, but he notices her lips curling upwards into a smile, well as much as he can see as she is looking down to her meal.
"Hey."
His cheeks instantly flush, his palms beginning to sweat, and he halts his movements to stand still, "how are you?"
She turns to him and smiles, although it does not meet her eyes, making his own falter, "still recovering from that prank you pulled this morning," she jokes.
He curses his friends at that moment, and it takes all his power to not turn and glare at Sirius. Flashing an awkward smile, he straightens his tie, looking down at her, before speaking, "yes. Sorry about that, it wasn't for you, it was for -"
"Mulciber?" She asks, quirking her head to the side, her smile finally meeting her eyes. His smile falters for a second, his flush spreading to his neck as his fingers struggle and fumble to now fit in his pockets. Instead, he decides to nod. She mirrors his actions, fingers still curled around the cutlery on her plate. "I heard about what happened to Mary," she bites her lip in thought, and for a second, Remus truly believes he has gone to heaven; she is so cute, "I feel awful. Have you spoken to her recently?"
Remus shakes his head, furious at the future death eater for attacking his housemate, "no, we only really talk to each other."
(Y/n) raises a hand to her mouth, covering her obvious laughter, "I wouldn't say I'm surprised if I take into account my treatment this morning."
"Hey!" He laughs, shoulders relaxing, "It was Sirius! Plus, I thought you would have been madder about your essay." He is only joking, but it only reminds (Y/n) of her day, making her frown and her brows furrow.
She fakes him a smile, hands running down to smooth out her school skirt, "I was until you lot ruined my school uniform, and I had to leave Herbology and go all the way back to the common room to change." She does not mean to appear rude, and upon his frown, she apologises immediately.
He shakes his head, a small smile on his face to ease her tension, "no, you're right. We should be more careful with who we prank, make sure it's the right person."
(Y/n) gasps, placing a hand on her chest as she fights back her grin, "do my ears deceive me or did Remus Lupin just mention consequences? And being careful?" She gasps again.
He shakes his head, failing to bite back his own grin, "I have you know we always are."
"No, no," she shakes her head, sorrows of the day forgotten, "of course you are, my bad."
Mustering all his confidence, he slides into the empty gap on her right, feet still facing the aisle. She holds her breath at their proximity. Not only can she smell his aftershave - which is ever so lovely - but his knees are an inch from her. Shoulders tense, she lets out a giggle, reaching up to straighten the collar of her school blouse and to tuck in her cardigan.
He doesn't notice, more focused on their proximity too; he can smell her perfume and almost count all her freckles.
Their eyes meet, and both are left on edge, "ask our countless victims; we always make sure to get them." It comes more out as an utter as both subconsciously begin to lean in.
"GET SOME MOONY!" Sirius shouts from where he sits, fists pumping the air. Peter looks at him in glee whilst James attempts to hide his own smirk.
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Sirius' 'joke' only worsened poor (Y/n's) mood. Everything is going wrong today. First, her alarm clock did not wake her up, so she missed breakfast, then Remus' stupid friends pull a dumb practical joke which made her miss the homework announcement, and then her essay somehow blew out of her hands when walking from Herbology to Transfiguration and landed on The Black Lake, getting it very wet - as you can imagine. The rest of the day did not get much better, with Sirius' comment and the teasing that followed from basically the entire school. Of course, Remus did not get much backlash. Stupid Remus. Then, in the last period, she blew up her potion. Like an imbecile!
(Y/n) sighs, shutting her eyes as she sits on the wall in the courtyard, back facing the fountain. It wasn't Remus' fault as much as it was her own. To think she almost kissed him in front of the Great Hall, and that would have been embarrassing - for being caught, not kissing him specifically.
Her eyes remain shut as a person comes and sits to her left; she knows it's Remus from his aftershave. She hears him drop his Backpack next to her Satchel. His robes are against her thigh, and her cheeks flush.
"(Y/n), I am so -"
"Ow!" Her eyes shoot open, hand going to her knee, which Remus had knocked when attempting to turn and face her.
"Shit!" Remus jumps up, eyes darting up and down her leg, looking for an injury. "I am so sorry. Bugger!" His eyes are wide and, he looks so panicked, that (Y/n) can't help but smile.
"Remus, it's okay," she smiles up to him, patting his previous seat next to her. His brows furrow, but he does as she asks, uttering several more apologies, as well as profanities. "Everything hurts today," she sighs.
She had knocked her knee when tripping over during the prank, her eyesight having been clouded, but she did not want to upset him.
He continues to frown, "is there anything that I could do?"
"Not really, I just -"
Sudden warmth envelopes her as she tilts forward, and it takes her a second to realise Remus has pulled her into a hug. "Is this okay?" He whispers, fearing his voice may crack or sound strained.
She smiles, eyes fluttering shut, and she wraps her arms around him, "perfect."
Remus is a great hugger, and this must be one of the best hugs (Y/n) has had this entire school year, mostly because she hasn't been able to go home, and it is also the Remus Lupin.
For a few minutes, they sit there, both enjoying the simplicity of this action and finally getting what they need. "I am sorry," he whispers, "about that prank and your essay."
"And I missed breakfast," she whispers, tightening her hold.
"And you missed breakfast," his voice wavers as he tries not to laugh, eyes still shut.
"It's not funny."
"You're right, it's not funny, sorry," they both laugh, "although your potion was quite entertaining, I think it took Sirius' eyebrows off."
(Y/n) laughs, properly and loudly for the first time that day, and Remus finds himself looking down at her, his heart thumping and a grin forming on his face.
"He deserved it," she mumbles into his chest. Remus glances around, relieved to see that no one else is in the courtyard, and he begins to rub circles with his thumb on her back.
"That he did."
"Is it okay if I keep hugging you?" You wouldn't believe it, but the two have been friends for years, Remus only just realised his feelings, which is why he was so embarrassing.
"Always."
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Yeah, fuck you Snivellus, I'm going to steal your line - Moony
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#remus lupin x reader#remus x y/n#remus x you#remus x reader#marauders x reader#remus lupin x y/n#harry potter x reader#young remus lupin x reader#the marauders x reader#remus lupin x female reader#remus lupin x fem!reader
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About Me
Hello hello 👋 I’m Emily - she/they, 21. I’ve been a silent lurker/observer in the tickle community for a good few years now, and now I’ve finally started to embrace my love of/special interest in tickling so here I am with my very own blog. :) I would love to make some friends with the same interest! Here's the thing about communicating with me though - we need to talk about something. I get easily overwhelmed by private messages especially if it's just something like a hello. So we can skip the small talk, just jump right in to whatever you want to talk to me about. It’s more likely that I'll respond if you do. :) And I love questions! Send me asks if you’d like, or jump into my DM’s with a question! Doesn’t matter how random, random is my favorite. My response times can be anywhere from minutes to weeks depending on how busy my life and overwhelmed my brain is - and with that said, I don't attach any meaning to how fast or slow someone messages me back, so please don't feel pressured to respond quickly or to apologize if you don't!
I also have interests besides tickling! (Although there is certainly overlap with these things and that). Here are some fandoms I'm involved in/media I like. I’ll bold the ones I’m currently obsessed with and try to keep it updated.
Critical Role - The Mighty Nein
What We Do In The Shadows
Good Omens
Lucifer
Sander's Sides
The Good Place
Sherlock
Six of Crows
Simon Snow Trilogy
Harry Potter - Marauder's Era
Loki (the Marvel show)
Hazbin Hotel
Most Disney movies
Avatar: The Last Airbender
But I'm not picky when it comes to tickling - fun fact, 99% of the time when I start watching a new series, it’s because I’ve spent the prior few weeks/months reading tickle fics with those characters and going from knowing nothing about them other than that they’re ticklish, to knowing enough to be intrigued to see more 😆 So you can pretty much come into my asks/inbox to talk about tickle ideas or head cannons for literally any fandom or characters and I'll be happy to hear and talk about it.
Also! I’m a writer! I’m currently working on a book - an urban fantasy adventure exploring the good the bad and the ugly of laughter, accepting and befriending all the parts of yourself, and discovering where you fit into the world.
My OC’s include a walking disaster laughter magician, a serious ghost terrified of laughter, an orphaned werewolf, an overworked guardian angel, a pick-pocket faerie, a a soul-artist ghost hunter, a sentient shadow, a literal tickle monster, and a demon in charge of Hell’s rehabilitation program. I would LOVE to tell you more about any of them! I share posts that remind me of them (and occasionally snippets of my writing) with the tag #my OCs
Also! I love and collect goofy jokes and bad puns - so if you'd like to share one with me PLEASE DO. I keep a list.
Back to tickling, I’m also fascinated by the science side of tickling - the physiological and psychological reaction and effects and all that great stuff. The entire phenomenon fascinates me. If you’re interested in that aspect of tickling too let’s be nerds together.
Oh and you can send me pictures of your animals anytime and we will be friends immediately if you do.
Ok that's it! Thanks for being here! 😄
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Hiya! May I request a sirius x reader imagine where the marauders are all hanging out by the black lake. James or remus (probably James tbh) pranks the reader by throwing them in the black lake. What he didn't know is that they are scared of deep dark waters and almost drown and sirius saves them? Fluffy fluffy ending please?
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“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me”
Summary: James thinks it’s funny to throw you in the water and Sirius is there to pull you out
A/N: omg look who decided to post :=)
Warnings: drowning/not be able to swim and there's like one swear word
Word Count: 1401
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“Please enjoy your dinner and relax this evening!”
You sat with your friends, directly next to Sirius while Dumbledore’s voice boomed through the Great Hall, food appearing down the table in front of you.
There were only a couple days left of your sixth year at Hogwarts, the summer holiday so close you could reach out and grab it.
“So what are we doing after dinner?” James asked.
You grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes, starting to make a plate of food for yourself. “How about we hang out by the lake?”
James quickly swapped his plate for yours, leaving you to give him a lovely middle finger.
“Prongs,” Sirius chastised as you laughed. You laid a head on his shoulder, telling him it was harmless.
Your boyfriend pushed his own plate over in front of you, urging you to sit up and eat.
James shrugged his shoulders, promptly digging into the wonderful food in front of him.
“Y/n,” Lily started. “I really like that idea. We can all go—”
“But y/n never swims,” Peter cut her off, nearly whining.
“Yeah, it’s not fun without you,” James added. “Why can’t you just go in for even a little bit?”
You glared at the two of them. “Absolutely not.”
Sirius grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “You better not have just gotten crumbs in my hair,” you whispered, shoving his shoulder.
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You stepped outside, hand in hand with Sirius as the warm glow of the sun setting lay a blanket on the world around you. Your friends had already made their way out here, the only reason you two are arriving now is because of the boy next to you.
“C’mon, I need to go back to my dorm. I wanna bring a towel in case I decide to go in.”
“Well do you want to swim or not?” you asked.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he laughed.
“You are the most indecisive person I know, Sirius,” you took his hand, following him up to Gryffindor tower.
“Am not.”
“You are,” you laughed. “Well I’m deciding to lay out, maybe read a book. I’ve also decided that I’m stealing a blanket.”
“Hey, stop rubbing your decision making skills in.”
“Oh, and I’ve decided I’m stealing a jumper.”
He gave a dramatic frown.
You gave a quick kiss on the side of his cheek as he stepped through the portrait hole.
“Well can I at least pick which jumper you steal?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if you’d be able to decide which one.”
You spotted your friends and they waved, casting you smiles from the lake.
Sirius dropped your hand, skipping a couple steps to be in front of you, walking backwards.
“I have a question for you, y/n.”
“Ask away,” you sighed, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth.
“Be honest. Would you still give me a hug if I were to have just gotten out of the water? A kiss perhaps?”
You burst out laughing. “No. No way. Not when I’m perfectly dry.”
“Well maybe we’ll have to test out that theory.”
You deadpanned. “You’re hilarious.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
You spread out your blanket, lying down and soaking in what the sun had to offer before setting completely.
Sirius made his way to the water before the light had disappeared entirely. You closed your eyes, enjoying some much needed rest.
You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, and it didn’t really matter now. All you knew that you were hovering over the lake. You had to be dreaming.
You couldn’t tell how high up you were, you were barely able to make out the silhouettes of your friends.
“Ha-ha, very funny!” you called out. “You can put me down now.”
James’s voice echoed up to you. “What? You don’t want to come in for a little swim with us?”
You looked down and saw his little grasp on his wand as he controlled how far you were from falling.
“James, please put me down on the grass.”
You could hear it in his voice. You could hear how he expected this to just be a harmless little prank of his.
“But it will be much funnier if you plop into the water. Just a small plink.”
He didn’t even give you time to respond before you were plummeting into the lake. Your friends were further away than they seemed to be. James had thrown his head back in laughter, ignoring you. Ignoring how fear took over your body, making it nearly unbearable to relax and just float. It was hard to breathe, you could barely even cough as you struggled to stay above water.
“James? What the fuck?” Sirius was at your side in a matter of moments, his arms wrapped around you as you clung onto him for dear life. You had gotten yourself into a coughing fit, as soon as you were steady afloat. You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were from embarrassment or genuine fear.
“I feel pathetic,” you finally whispered to Sirius as he swam to the grass.
“Everyone has something that gets to them like this. James didn’t know,” he whispered back while he lifted you out of the water, pulling himself up after. “Are you alright? Can you breathe okay? Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?”
You sat up, wiping at the tears from in your eyes, your hands moving to fumble with the grass blades in front of you. “I think I’m alright.”
Sirius called for a towel with a near perfect wordless spell. He caught it before it flew right into the back of your head, wrapping it around your body snuggly. He ran his fingers over your face, wiping away the droplets of water, pushing your hair back out of the way. “I’m really sorry about all this, y/n,” he said. “I wish I would’ve seen what was happening.”
The overwhelming feeling had pooled tears in your eyes. You slouched down, leaning into his side. “No, it’s alright. It’s not your fault,” you choked out a laugh, wiping under your eyes.
He took your hand, curling his fingers around yours, rubbing gently against the top. “Want me to go get James? Rough him up a bit?”
A smile crept upon your face. “No, it’s alright.”
A genuine laugh bubbled up in your throat. He hugged you tight, speaking quietly. “How about we go back up to my dorm? Get settled in some warm clothes?”
“I like that idea,” you said. “But only if you carry me.”
And that’s exactly what Sirius did. He carried you all the way up to his dorm, letting you change into dry clothes and slip under the covers first.
He didn’t take long himself, turning the bathroom light off as he made his way over to you. He pulled back the blanket atop of you for a brief moment before laying down and pulling you up against his chest with one swift movement of his arm. You turned your head upwards, opening your mouth to talk, yet failing to produce any words. Your voice cracked, tears appearing once more.
Sirius rolled you over, brushing the hair out of your face and wiping away the tears as they spilled over, muttering soft notes of reassurance. “You’re okay now, y/n.”
“It was really scary,” you whispered, the lump in your throat aching as you spoke.
“I know, darling. But look where you are,” he smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Let’s focus on the present: you’re in bed with me, you’re in comfortable clothing, and you have a blanket to keep you warm and safe.” He tucked the material closer up under your neck.
“I’m right here. Nothing like that is going to happen again,” he trailed off. “I’m here to hold you, darling.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed your nose and wiped away the last of the tears. You turned over once again, tucking yourself in his arms.
It was quiet for a mere moment.
“Hey, you’re sure you don’t want to get back at James? I could make a wonderful polyjuice potion over the summer. James would make for a lovely black dog I know of.”
You contemplated. “I don’t think James could pull off being that lovely.”
“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me.”
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Ao3 Fic Masterpost
alright, this is going to be a bit of a long post, but i have been meaning to make this for a while!
so my Ao3 is hearth_goddess, in case some of you didn’t know!
i know i post most of my updates for my fics on this blog, but i thought i’d just do a whole masterpost of all the fics i have on my Ao3, with a bit of a summary on the series and why they’re organized the way they are!
check out my fics if you haven’t already, and feel free to send me prompts and/or suggestions!
Non-Cats Stories: these are stories I’ve written that aren’t in the Cats category at all, but I still love them!
back then was when we touched the starlight: my first Starlight Express story! I loved writing this, and I’d love to write more StEx in the future!
Soldier, Poet, King: a Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus songfic I wrote concerning my favorite trio of demigods. After listening to the song over and over again, I realized how well it fit, and I had to write something, and this is what came of that!
Choices: My first fic published on Ao3, and a Carlos-centric Disney Descendants story that doubles as a tribute to the late, amazing Cameron Boyce.
after the strike: a 1992 Newsies fic that I rewrote after posting it years ago on ff.net! I’m a sucker for protective!Jack Kelly, so this fic is purely self-indulgent!
and they lived happily ever after: literally pure Belle and Adam fluff for the 30th Anniversary of my favorite Disney movie!!
Chronicles of Narnia: i'm planning on adding more fics to this section, because CoN is so important to me
oh, brother of mine: a peter-centric story that focuses around peter's thought process as he finds edmund on the battlefield after jadis is killed
Stranger Things: the growing list of fics I've written that focus around the Stranger things characters
show no fear, for he may fade away: a stranger things fic focusing on Dustin getting Vecna'd and Steve being the best big brother bc i think they deserve some hugs <3
to the boy i wish was my brother: What Max wrote in her letter to Steve, plus Steve getting to cuddle with his two favorite kids
if you only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever: the most angsty platonic soulmates Stobin fic that takes place during s5
come back to me, please: more Stobin s5 scenarios, except this one is soft and full of emotional reunions between my beloved dinguses
The Madrigal Triplets and their Mirabel: some sweet, short fics about Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno and their daughter/niece, Mirabel
green glasses: a sweet, fluffy, slightly angsty fic focusing on Bruno and Mirabel Madrigal from “Encanto”! I love their relationship, and couldn’t resist writing something for them!
little cloud: a short fic that focuses on Pepa and Mirabel Madrigal, and their relationship prior to the events of the movie and during the movie.
quiet smiles: a short focusing on Julieta and Mirabel Madrigal, and Julieta's inner monologue about the changes that she sees in her daughters prior to, during, and after the events of the movie.
we see how brave you've been: Pepa, Julieta, and Bruno's perspectives during Antonio's Gift ceremony and Mirabel's ceremony at the end of the movie.
visions: A brief glimpse into Bruno's visions, and how Mirabel became his favorite sobrina, even before she was born.
Aboard the Havoc Marauder: a collection of shorts about the Bad Batch, Omega, and their adventures around the galaxy!
is there an echo?: my first Star Wars fic featuring my favorite group of boys, the Domino Squad from Clone Wars, and the Bad Batch! (but specifically feat. Echo, because I love him.)
bigger than any of us: the Echo and Rex hug we should have gotten at the end of episode 7 of The Bad Batch, complete with some emotional heart to heart between the boys!
no one cares who your father was, only the father you will be: just Omega and her five dads being the softest family in the galaxy. They get all the hugs they very much deserve in this fic!
guilty conscience: Echo’s reaction after Hunter orders the Batch to leave him behind, and the overwhelming guilt that follows.
shadows: Echo being the best ori’vod to Crosshair, and Crosshair finally getting the hugs he deserves from his two older siblings (hint, the other older sibling isn’t Hunter)
a vod's hug: Echo's hugs, and how there is definitely something a little magical going on
plan 88: how season 2 should have ended, aka my determination in my delusions about Fives being alive and him and Echo reuniting
Standalone: these stories are part of the Cats category, but don’t fit in with any of my series!
Hearth’s Writing Corner: a collection of all the shorts I’ve written here on Tumblr, mostly Cats. Categories vary and updates are random.
tomorrow they’ll see what we are: my Cats/Newsies AU!! I’m so proud of this fic, and getting to write a story for two of my favorite musicals has been so much fun.
the magi-coolest cat: my forbidden Tuggoffelees fic that was 100% supposed to be written as a joke but i took it a little too seriously and now it’s one of my favorite stories.
The Alley Cat: my Thomas O'Malley is a Jellicle fic that focuses around him, Skimbleshanks, and his reunion with his family in the Junkyard.
Jellicle Prompts and Jellicle Shorts: these are the fics I’ve written that take place within the “canon” Cats Universe, though aren’t canon within each other
A Cursed Dream: Munkustrap-centric
The Adventures of Plato, Alonzo, and Etcetera: just a couple little snippets about some underrated kitties!
A Jellicle Through and Through: George-centric
Mr. Vague and Aloof and his Terrible Bore: Tuggoffelees-centric
His Precious Flower: Munkustrap and Jemima-centric
Terms of Endearment: Tuggoffelees-centric
The Story of Seven Kittens: Mistoffelees-centric
Until the Jellicle Moon Appears: Munkustrap tells the kittens about how the Jellicles came to be
hush my darling, don’t fear my darling: Deut Bros-centric
hold on tight, we shall never let go: Alonzo-centric
thrill of the chase: Tuggoffelees-centric
We’re A Family, We Stick Together: a human AU feat. OCs created by myself and my mutuals!
***please pay attention to the tags/warnings in some of these fics
Serafina’s Story: OC-centric
Jubilee’s Story: OC-centric
Athena’s Story: OC-centric
making the choice: Tuggoffelees and OC-centric
settling in: Tuggoffelees and OC-centric
ornaments and family: Jellicles-centric
don’t take the girl: Deuteronomy Bros+their girls-centric
i keep your memory, you visit me in my sleep: Seruggoffelees-centric
the long way home: Macavity-centric
missed opportunities: Seruggoffelees-centric
twitterpated: CanonxOC pairings-centric
1998/2019 Switch: the full versions of the blurbs and brief plots i mapped out here on tumblr under the same tag!
The Magicians: Mistoffelees-centric
Hearth and Home: stories concerning my OC, Hestia the Hearth Cat, and everything within her “canon”! these fics often feature the OCs of some of my mutuals, and i always list whose OCs are whose!
heart of stone: Serafina's backstory and how she left Macavity
Hearth and Home: How Hestia came to live with Tugger and Mistoffelees
The Hearth Cat and the Library Cat: Hestia and Jubilee meet
The Jellicle Ball: Hestia’s first Ball (aka the Musical Ball)
Ghosts: Hestia meets a stranger who seem oddly familiar
Family Photo: Tuggoffelees + their kids take a picture together!
Halloween: Some unexpected visitors come to the Junkyard
the pocket watch: Tumblebrutus gives Hestia a very special gift
i thought i'd never see your sweet face again: a 5+1 Tumbletta story within the Henchcat!Tumble AU
Tuggoffelees Week 2020: all the prompts from Tuggoffeelees Week 2020, including a prompt that launched the inspiration for my Newsies AU!
curls and coffee: First Meeting, Human AU
kisses and coffee: Kisses, Human AU
buttons and maybe: Fight/Reconciliation, 2019-verse
sure as a star: Favorite AU, Newsies
dyin’ ain’t so bad: Kidnapping, 1998, warning for character death
terribly aloof, vaguely boring: Personality Switch, 1998
i think i wanna marry you: Wedding/Engagement
Macavity's Victims: these are “canon” compliant stories that focus on the Deuteronomy brothers and Demeter and Bombalurina’s relationship
The Tale of Two Sisters and Three Brothers: how Demeter and Bombalurina ended up with Macavity, and what happened when they returned to the Junkyard.
A Strange Sense of Peace: After the Ball, and another semi-analysis of the Deuteronomy Brothers
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The Coward’s Winter Fic Recommendations 2020
I haven’t been writing a lot in the past few months, but I sure have been reading a whole bunch so here are my favorite fics for your holiday reading pleasure. (I was going to choose winter-themed ones but then I didn’t get to include a lot of my favorites so we will pretend they’re winter/holiday themed)
***I want to reiterate this is a recommendation masterlist, none of these works are mine I just really loved them a lot. (I will also be reblogging them on my other blog)***
The Witcher:
Hot Cocoa by @cap-n-stuff [Geralt x Reader] Summary: Geralt can never seem to get enough of your hot cocoa I really really really loved this! It was so cute, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy - I love these domestic fluff fics
Come Away With Me by @krysalla [Geralt x Reader] Summary: Geralt comes home to you after a four month separation. This was so beautifully written! The language, the little descriptions. I loved it. It’s definitely one of my new favorite comfort reads!
A Humble Favor by @onthepageoftears [Jaskier x Reader] Summary: Jaskier asks you to attend a banquet with him, but there’s a catch. This reminded me of a holiday romcom kind of thing which I love! I think it fits the season pretty well and it has one of my favorite tropes in it (fake dating anyone?) So so good <3
The Marauders:
I Loved You by @cunningambitousdetermined [Sirius Black x Reader] Summary: “Sirius Black was in love. That was the fact of the matter...” Okay this one didn’t really have a summary with it, but I thought the first line summed it up really well. I really loved this and it totally fits the wintery theme because there’s a snowball fight! --- Here’s part two for this! I haven’t read it yet but i’m about too I love it
To Be a Chocolatier by @unnecessarywriting [Remus Lupin x Reader] Summary: “Chocolate cures everything you know,” you said, still savoring the sweet taste....“Not everything,” he responded bitterly. You glanced over at his features....“Well, maybe those things that it isn’t curing don’t need to be cured,” you offered. This one also didn’t have a summary with it, so I just picked out the first line in the fic that made me squeal into my pillow like a banshee. Like seriously this one is so good please read it for the love of everything.
Mistletoe by @dogweedanddeathcaps [James Potter x Reader] Summary: James Potter is nothing if not persistent. Okay here’s a Christmas themed one! Absolutely adorable, absolutely amazing. I guarantee you the person that wrote this can do no harm in the world and if they did I would look the other way. Absolutely fantastic!
Haikyuu:
Fifty Kisses by @kodzurin [Kuroo x Reader] Summary: “I know I already kissed you like fifty times, but can I have fifty more please?” Yes, I am biased what about it? This one is by my best friend here on tumblr and I might have requested this from her, but we aren’t going to acknowledge that though because this is amazing anyways!
The First Rule by @thegreatk1ng [Sakusa x Reader] Summary: Life’s not easy when you’re a spy. Especially when you’re paired with Sakusa Kiyoomi for a mission that could change both of your lives. First off: SPIES! Like spy au? spy au! Sorry I get excited. But this is a really great series I think - I’ve only read Chapter one so far. Either way it is amazing the writing is absolutely gorgeous and I am so excited to read more! I think I found a new favorite haikyuu writer <3
Stay by @toshijimafarms [Daichi x Reader] Summary: “There’s my girl. How are you feeling?” No summary on this one so I just grabbed a line of dialogue from Daichi and called it a day! I love the “one of them is sick” tropes and I’m not really sure why. But this is so cute, so adorable, so fluffy! Literally anything you can use to describe a really amazing fluff fic. Awesome stuff here I’m in love with Daichi 20x more now.
Okay that’s all for now! These are just of my favorite fics that I’ve read in a while and seriously recommend all of you going to follow these amazing writers ASAP because they are doing gods work out here.
Check out my second blog @thecowardbutmakeitpersonal where I reblog some of my other favorite fics (i just made it so there’s not a lot on there yet) and other stupid get-to-know me type things!
That’s all! Happy Holidays to everyone celebrating something this winter season (I’m excited for the winter solstice) I hope it’s been great to you.
#the cowards winter fic rec list#the coward#the witcher#the marauders#haikyuu#the witcher x reader#the witcher fanfiction#geralt x reader#jaskier x reader#the marauders x reader#sirius black#sirius black x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#james potter#james potter x reader#haikyuu x reader#daichi x reader#kuroo x reader#sakusa x reader
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I was wondering if you would be willing to share the titles of your resilience-inspiring lesbian farm books? My google search led me to a book titled “Attack of the Lesbian Farmers” which, while certainly inspiring, is not exactly what I was looking for.
Here are two very different books in the Farm Lesbians Write Honestly About What Went Wrong And How They Got Through It genre. Hopefully at least one is to your taste.
It's nearly fifty years old now, and can be hard to find, but Country Women: A Handbook for the New Farmer is deeply important to me. Country Women was a black and white xeroxed magazine written by a collective of woman-run farms in California in the 1960s. (There are some issues scanned at the Lesbian Poetry Archive). Each issue was half articles about feminism and half articles about small-scale farming. In the 1970s, the how-to articles on farming were expanded and organized to make the book, along with some scattered journal entries, lovely hippie-style line drawings and poetry about wood splitting, bees, and gazing at one's beloved while fixing the tractor on a summer day. The contributors have names like Jean and Ruth Mountaingrove, Ellen Chanterelle, and Sam♀ Thomas.
It's written in an informal and pragmatic style, mostly organic hippie farming, but using pesticides or conventional medications when necessary.
This afternoon the Anderson brothers began teaching me how to graft fruit trees - the careful joining of life with life. Even more than I loved gaining a new skill, I loved learning from two old men who have so very much to teach me. I admire the audacity of eighty-three-year-old men setting grafts that will not bear fruit for years: the total involvement in a process they love. Those trees will stand and live; I doubt whether Jake or Fred even stop to wonder if they'll pick the fruit. I want to live my life with that kind of harmony and purpose. I want to be planting seeds the day I die.
The first lamb was born today. Premature and dead. Olivia, the mother, seems to be all right though. I had a dream a few weeks ago that the lambs were born tiny (like mice) and pink. And that I struggled to save them, but they were too small to feed. The lamb today was small and pink, its fleece plastered against its body, thin and sparse. For a moment it was nightmareishly like my dream... This is my first animal death. The beginning of a long cycle. It seems even harder to have death come before life, than to have an old one die giving birth. Hopes for the future stillborn.
Driving home today, I suddenly realized that this really is going to be a sheep ranch, that I have done, and am doing, and will do it. That I'm making my livelihood from the land. The canyon is fenced now. There are sheep out there on pastures that were open hillsides two years ago.
The very act of building this place, the simple actions of tamping dirt, stretching wire, dumping hay in feeders, has profoundly changed my sense of self. I'm doing things I never dreamed I could do, and I'm doing them easily without even considering whether I really can. Last night I was talking with Susan about fencing the front meadow for feeder calves, and I realized that I could say that realistically, no fantasizing, no bragging: I can fence the front meadow as soon as I get done with the hay barn and get a little more money.
Like almost every other farmer in America today, I'm in debt and hoping for a good season. I'm only at the beginning now, and I know there are many struggles to come and overcome and come again: Someday I too, like my neighbours, will be counting carcasses killed by a marauding dog or watching the spring oats be wash away in an "unheard of" late storm. No matter how prepared I am, there us always that vulnerability - to the weather, other animals, disease - that seems to strike when things are finally going smoothly. But inside me there is also this incredible joy: This life is real and good, and it has made me strong and real and good too.
I gotta stop or I'll type the whole book into this post. One more:
My father is here this week ... working on the truck whose engine has been alien to me. I am learning now what I could have learned at 7, 11, 15. Beneath my truck, side by side, lie his seven-year-old son and his twenty-five-year-old daughter, both of us learning for the first time how bearings fit together, how to remove pistons. And here beneath this truck the patriarchy stops: he has passed his knowledge to his daughter, and from me it will pass to sisters, from sister to sister to sister.
That's this book. The things women weren't supposed to know in the sixties. They found people to teach them; they taught each other; they learned through bitter loss. The book says: we have gone before you and you are not alone. Here is what we have learned, and here is how we have learned it. We have failed, and we have wept, and we have gotten up and gone on, and it was alright. Here is the fire, passed from hand to hand to hand. Here is the light that will never be put out.
The week after we first got goats, we received a package in the mail from my coolest relative, a veterinarian who was the first woman to graduate with a specialization in large animal medicine at her school. People thought that women just weren't physically capable of handling large animals. (Hint: the bull weights 1100 kilograms. It doesn't much matter if the veterinarian weighs 50 kilograms or 150 kilograms.) I remember staying with her a child, in summer, laying on the stainless steel operating table in the barn; it always felt cool when the heat was unbearable.
The package, of course, contained Country Women. An old well-loved copy, with notes on long-ago calving dates penciled in the margins, and random scraps of paper with sketches of possible gardens and goat sheds as bookmarks. A light passed from hand to hand, a light that will not go out. It was like receiving a video game quest artifact.
Country Women is rooted in second wave feminism, which is not everyone's cup of tea. For something more modern and story-focussed, consider Hit By A Farm or Sheepish by Catherine Friend. These are collections of short, funny autobiographical essays about farming and relationships. Their tone is honest and wry, self-deprecating. You can see Catherine Friend's blog here and decide if you like her writing style. She wanted to call Hit By A Farm "Sheep Sex and Other Disasters" but her editor didn't think it would sell.
In Hit By A Farm, Catherine - a professional writer - goes along with her partner Melissa's lifelong desire to ranch sheep, and describes the results from the perspective of the slightly reluctant farmer's wife as they start a farm in Minnesota. Sheepish is written fifteen years later, when they're thinking about quitting the farm, after all the shiny newness of farming and the relationship has worn off. There are different mistakes then, different sorrows, and new joys.
From Sheepish:
We rarely pay attention to middles. Perhaps we ignore them because they're problematic. The middles of our beds often sag. The middles of our bodies sag. The middle of a long story told by your brother-in-law is likely to sag, and so you'll need another beer to stay focused. Everyone needs a reason to keep going when they're in the middle.
And:
Don't expect a farm to fix your life, for once the romance dims, you must still muck out the barn and stack hay bales and give that sick goat an enema...Although there are tons of stories about starting something new, there just aren't that many about how to keep doing something, about how to slog through the middle when the going gets tough.
The quotes are all from Sheepish; I can't find our copy of Hit By A Farm:
My spinning wheel continues to torture and confound me. I realize I'm not interested enough in the craft to really commit to learning it. After a few more tries, I tuck the wheel into a corner of our living room and turn it into what Melissa likes to call a Dust Accumulation Research Project. Clearly our wool market will continue to be the wildly unlucrative wholesale warehouse.
The patron saint of spinners is, interestingly enough, Saint Catherine. She was a Christian martyr in Alexandria. In 307 AD, she was condemned to be torn apart by the spokes of the wheel.
Well. No wonder.
Spoiler: things get pretty rough, there’s illness and hard winters and financial issues, but they do not, in fact, give up the farm or each other.
The book says: We made it. You will too.
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Juulna’s ‘Hold Onto Your Sanity’ Fic, Book, and Music Recs for the 2020 Dumpster Fire... Part 3!
So you just crash-landed behind enemy lines in a war you know barely anything about except that your role seems infinitesimal and insignificant, and dumped into a year, 2020, that already seems fifteen years too long.
Before you drown your sorrows in some fantastic scotch or wine coolers for days (or weeks)… I have a proposal.
That you step back from the flames, tune things out for a bit, and try to forget about the outside world for a while (but don’t forget to vote or I will be very sad at you!).
These fics are meant to take you out of your head (I’m including more plot/story-minded fics than PWP) for the next few weeks or months as the world goes to hell (even more) but of course there are some bits of solid angst in these as there is wont to be in many a fic. Check the tags, read responsibly, don’t like-don’t read, ship and let ship, and please do leave a kudos and maybe even a comment! :)
This is PART THREE.
Check out here for Part One and most of the Marvel fic recs, along with a selection of book recs too. :)
And here’s Part Two, which has the bulk of my Star Wars and Game of Thrones recs, along with Spotify playlists!
Part Three is this one here, all about the Potterverse.
(Not yet complete) Here’s Part Four, filled with even more shippy goodness from all over the Star Trek universe. So. Many. Ships. :D
(Not yet complete) Part Five is Witcher, Man From UNCLE, Stargate: Atlantis and SG-1, Sherlock, Hannibal, and Doctor Who.
(Not yet complete) Part Six will probably be all for my newfound love of Supergirl, along with some Game of Thrones and Marvel ships I skipped, because I gotta stop somewhere with all these recommendations or I’ll be at it forever. Seriously, how much of this stuff have I read!?
But I think we all need some distractions from the world these days, eh? Or something to console us other than internet rage and a barrel of ice cream and/or hard alcohol.
Potterverse
I’ve chosen to pick fics (mostly) off of AO3 for their easy reading access, though HP fics’ golden years were on sites like fanfiction.net and other independent archives like Sycophanthex and others which have closed their doors over the years, sadly. Some of these fics date back to almost 20 years old, or more, amazingly!
For fics on fanfiction.net, I highly recommend using this link (FicSave) to epub/mobi converter rather than dealing with the frustrating app. It functions like AO3′s built-in download button.
SSHG/Sevmione
Rec assistance by @perrydowning
Second Life by Lariope
Phantom of Hogwarts by Good_Witch
Romancing the War by Pubella
The Poison Garden by turtle_wexler @turtlewexlerwrites
A Light in the Fog by turtle_wexler
Pride of Time by AnubisAnkh
The Savage by MagdatheMagpie
Snape’s Story by Tbird1965
Recognition by jezzie (krith)
Tedium of Time by oneredshoe
Tango by Desert_Sea
Sense and Insensibility by Desert_Sea
Time Mutable Immutable by Grooot
The Twenty by Leyna Rountree
For the Only Hope by ausland @run-with-me-to-the-sea
Bundle of Joy by LadyTuesday
Our Hands Tied by multilingualism
Choose Something Like A Star by TeddyRadiator
Mistress of the Stacks by Ms_Anthrop
A Derailed Train of Thought by Ms_Anthrop
Antiquities by stormcorona
Watch Over Me by @snapeslittleblackbuttons
Dropped Down into the Unknown by @q-drew
Delicate Transitions by @morbidmuch
Lay Me Low by TeddyRadiator
The Savage by MagdatheMagpie
Another Dream by @dragoon811
A Chance For Happiness by @corvusdraconis
Breath of the Nundu by corvusdraconis, Dragon_and_the_Rose
Just to Be by Amarti @amarti-writes-stuff
Hinge of Fate by Ramos
Forged in Flames by @mswhich
Days in the Sun by bluespring864
Making sure the boy who lived, actually does by Hold_en @hold-enwrites
The Problem With Purity by Phoenix.Writing
One Step Forward, Two Decades Back by corvusdraconis
The Headmaster’s Wife by Mrs_HH @propertyofseverustsnape
The Master, the Warden, the Headmaster, and the Deputy by mak5258
Cloak of Courage by Wendynat
Hermione Granger and the Intended Vessels by ShawnaCanon
Augury and Ardor by SnapeySnax
Before the Dawn by snarkyroxy
The Love You Take by Subversa
His Draught of Delicate Poison by Subversa
and sooooo many more if you want them just ask, this is both mine and Perry’s oldest ship lol
Gramander (Original Graves x Newt)
A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage by Anonymous
take a deep breath (and let it go) by lincesque @tumbloncat
Roar by @elenothar
Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @prosodiical
Dearly Beloved by prosodiical
Basic Instincts by @manic-intent
Promised by Miss_Lv
Plan G by Aate
Heat of the Chase by argentoswan @wannahearaboutmycats
Newt Scamander’s Guide to Getting Things Done by arthureameslove
Against all Odds by Maril
Where I Belong by Mishafied
He Wants To Say, “I Love You, Nothing Can Hurt You” by @obsidionwingsofmidnight
Arranged by Miss_Lv
death of a bachelor by gudetama (elementary)
The Graves Identity by Mishafied
you make me feel this way somehow by gudetama (elementary)
The Nature of the Beast by AntiGravitas @absolutelynogravitaswhatsoever
The Knights, the Newt, and the Rose by @yinyangswings
The Wizard’s Cat by @natecchi
The Color of Boom by gypsiangel
Signalling Theory: Blue Coat by @obaewankenope
Flame by @esamastation
And The Tag Read Simply: “Pretty” by @funkzpiel
Aren’t You Gonna Arrest Me, Officer? by JoyBurd
a little bit lost by shortbread @shortbread-fanfiction
Dramione
Rec assistance by @cuthian
Seven Times by kerri240879
Her Beauty and the Moonlight by BrilliantLady
The Fallout by everythursday (orphaned and only available on AO3 now, but complete)
The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen
Turncoat by elizaye @imnotleavinherewithoutyou
The Virgin Conundrum by AkashaTheKitty @akashathekitty
Bad Faith by Morrighan256
Isolation by bexchan @bex-chan-blog
The Serpent, the Witch, and the Broom Closet by bitchywitchy
Silencio by AkashaTheKitty
All You Want by senlinyu @senlinyu
Static by galfoy @heymanticore
What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham
And We All Fall Down by @rumaan
Ambition’s End by Hanako A
Wait and Hope by mightbewriting @mightbewriting
Rewriting Destiny by mayawrites95 (mayarox95)
Chronos Historia by In_Dreams @indreamsink
A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc @willhavetheirtrinkets
Hunted by Bex-chan
A Second Look by @riverwriter
The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae
This Too, Is Sacred by HeartOfAspen
Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi
Nocturnus by In_Dreams @indreamsink
Broken by @inadaze22
The Green Girl by Colubrina
Lady of the Lake by Colubrina
Rebuilding by Colubrina (really just anything written by @colubrina)
Presque Toujours Pur by @shayalonnie
Can’t Change the Way I Am by @nauticalparamour
Law and Marriage by DragonGrin (formerly TeenTypist)
The Tower Window by @xodramaqueenox
Unexpected by Emara88
Something Old, Something New by Kate Dessi
Suppressed Emotions by hopelesslydevoted.xx
Silver Blood by @freyaishtar
When the Day Met the Night by @bex-la-get
Harmony
A Marauder’s Plan by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)
A Step to the Right by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)
Eighth by lorien829
The Catalyst by lorien829
Harry Potter and the Isle of Mists by lorien829
Knife’s Edge by Celtic55
The Black Book by mosteveryonesmad
Awakening by SweetShireen
The Sword and the Snake by bartonfink1974
Dispelling the Silence by Indygodusk
One Year Later: Return to Hogwarts by Twilight’s Inferno
DraHarmony
Fourteen Thousand Galleons by @frumpologist
The Invitation by hot_elf @hot-elf
Love Love Love by MissELY @misselylux
Changing Scenery by aethling
East of Eden by msmerlin @ms-merlinblack
Turn Back Time by Dazeventura6
Foxfire by @setissma
Come Together by @nuclearnik
The Soul of the Wolves by LR_Earl @fanficbylrearl
Running From Lions by tryslora @tryslora
An Unexpected Family by ladyroxanne21
The Prophecies by jamcreynolds
Drarhinny
Reconstruction by @aldersprig
Fell From the Sky by BrandonStrayne @brandonstrayne (I really love this one, and not just as a Canadian.)
Demons From the Past by pottermum
Drarry
Rec assistance by @newtypeshadow
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by birdsofshore
Aural Gratification by birdsofshore
Lost Among and Falling by @bafflinghaze
The Corruption Sequence series by beren @berenwrites
Sentinel ‘verse series by elyssblair @elyssblair-blog
Date Blindness by dysonrules
Starts With a Spin by Maxine @serasarahhhh
Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson
Paradigm by dysonrules
Here’s The Pencil, Make It Happen by ignatiustrout
Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed
Pieces of What by Jadwiga
Found, Not Lost by inspiration_assaulted
Shared Detention by DadIWriteGayPorn
Dirty Little Secret by Writcraft @writcraft
19 Years by shilo1364 @whimsicaldragonette
Morning Suns & Coffee Runs by laugh_a_latte @queer-coffee
Reus Una by purplepen76
Between Ink and Blood by Candamira
Ginmione
Distractions by @morningsound15
Cissamione
(This seems like it’s a bit cracky, but there’s some good ones, I promise! I sorta stumbled ass-backwards into this ship but really enjoy some of them.)
One Step Left by Cysteine @cysteine
Extinction by @rubikanon
Blinding Light by @16-pennies
Somebody Loved by beforeyouspeak
...
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There. This is much better, isn’t it?
So my challenge to you, if your world is falling, burning down around you in flames... is this:
...if you feel yourself getting anxious or depressed, whether from the news or being cooped up in isolation or bored or on the verge of tearing your hair out or jumping off that roof or grabbing something to go after the dictator-of-the-week.... pause, take a breath, open up this rec list, close your eyes and pick something, and let chance take you somewhere hopefully far away. Let yourself be transported.
Oh, and don’t click on this Google Drive link. Really, there’s not 30+ GB of data on that Drive I’m sharing. Shame. There totally aren’t tens of thousands of books, as many audiobooks as could fit, and a large collection of fanfiction downloaded from AO3 in there. (Also, not all fics have been shared to that folder yet; I’m working on it a little at a time as I download more.)
#harry potter#potterverse#drarry#dramione#gramander#sshg#sevmione#harmony#draharmony#drarhinny#ginmione#cissamione#snamione#snanger#draco malfoy#hermione granger#ginny weasley#severus snape#narcissa malfoy#newt scamander#percival graves#original percival graves#fantastic beasts#juulna recs#rec list#fic recs
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I just want to say something...
So I just wanted to address a couple of comments/messages/asks I’ve received recently. This is by no means aimed at anyone in particular, I just kind of wanted to explain a little bit about how this blog works.
I’ve had a few people comment on how “unrealistic” this story is and how “this doesn’t fit with canon events” and this is “historically incorrect” for the HP timeline etc.
I just want to clarify that this story is pretty much a fanfiction, just not in the usual fanfiction format. Instead of it being in chapters posted on AO3, it’s posted in short snippets as Tumblr posts. But I reiterate - it’s fanfiction. Things are allowed to differ from canon.
This story in particular is based off of my very in-depth headcanon for the Marauder’s Era characters - most of which was established in my old (sadly deactivated) blog called Marauder-Texts. I’m going to write the story the way I picture it in my head, and while I definitely do throw in some canon events (sometimes they happen in different ways to canon), this is ultimately an AU.
Also Regulus is gay in this story. He doesn’t realise that yet (bless his little soul), but this is 100% where the story is going. And if that is something you aren’t comfortable with or you feel you don’t want to read then unfortunately this story might not be for you.
While we’re on the topic of LGBTQ+, I also want to clarify that this story definitely has an excessive amount of LGBTQ+ characters, like every other character is gay or bi or whatever, and I know this is unrealistic but that’s just how I intend to write it. In this universe apparently it’s extremely common to be LGBTQ+ and nobody will think twice about it. That’s just how I roll 😎
Other people have made comments about random things in the plotline that just don’t follow canon and I just want to say, I know, but this is how I want to write it. For example:
On this blog Lockhart started Hogwarts the same year as Regulus and in canon he starts Hogwarts a few years after Regulus.
On this blog Barty’s mother passed away when he was a child but in canon she was the one who took his place in Azkaban so he could escape.
On this blog Antonin Dolohov is in the same year as Regulus, but in canon I’m pretty sure I read he’d be like 15 years older than Regulus and most likely went to Durmstrang school (I could be wrong) - this one wasn’t exactly my choice but I made this mistake back on Marauder-Texts but by the time I realised my mistake, I’d built such a strong characterisation for him in my head that now I can’t NOT keep my headcanon for him, so hence he’s in Regulus’s year in this story too.
I’m sure there are many many other things in this story that won’t make sense canonically and may seem far-fetched to some people, and if that isn’t your cup of tea then please feel free to unfollow me (I won’t take any offence) because you probably won’t get much out of reading my posts.
Just one more thing I’d like to mention is that you’ll probably see some ships on this blog that you’ve never really seen before. Some pretty out-there ships, too, so just be warned and if you can, keep an open mind and follow the full story so you understand the context before leaving comments about how unrealistic it might be.
Anyway, I know this sounded like a rant and I promise it isn’t but I’ve wanted to say all of this for a long time and I just decided to get it all out there today for you guys.
If you have any questions about the story/questions for me in general then feel free to drop me an ask!
Thanks again everyone for all the likes, reblogs, follows and comments on my blog. I’ve said it before but this is a side-blog so I can’t reply to things but I love and appreciate all of you so much 💚
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info about my blog under the cut, if you’re the kind of person that needs to know. have a nice day 💜
non-exhaustive list of obsessions: avatar the last airbender, legend of korra, the kyoshi novels, voltron: legendary defender, the camp half-blood chronicles, the all for the game series (and anything that is to my fancy at any moment.)
about me and my blog.
you can call me kay ✨
i am on ao3 as kuarahy. i've only written for two fandoms so far.
english and spanish, mostly english unless necessary.
i spend a lot of time analyzing canonical aspects of the shows i watch, trying to figure out why they resonate with me. i also like exploring fan-generated ideas that could fit in there and make sense in context.
i studied literature for a bit and never got over it, you can expect a lot of overly enthusiastic rambling from me because of this. i have a passion for storytelling and literary theory, but i am not an expert on anything i talk about.
i’m here to talk about things that make me happy, and i value respectful discussions about the less-than-perfect aspects of the content i consume, so if you’re of the Everything Wrong With school of media criticism, then this is not the place for you.
fandom stuff.
i love ATLA and TLOK equally.
i’ve read a fair share atla/tlok comics and consider them all canon, if you like to pretend they don’t exist, this isn’t the blog of you, friend!
i REALLY like the kyoshi novels. i’d give f.c yee a hug if i could.
i unironically like all 8 seasons of VLD and i still find many positive aspects even with the mess they made. yes i will still praise these positive aspects. no i don’t care about the ship wars.
ocassional marvel/percy jackson/hadestown posting.
i have most harry potter/marauders and related content tags blocked. i am slowly going back to this childhood interest but i don't wanna be overly exposed to it just yet. i am curating my own experience, but this doesn't mean i'll be upset if people i follow don't tag things properly. this applies to every piece of media i consume.
a very recent obsession of mine is the all for the game series, i try to be good at tagging but i'm not always successful, and this series has a lot of triggering content embedded into it. please be careful when navigating my ramblings about it.
on shipping.
you will notice that i post about various ships in my blog. this might seem strange if you’re used to people only blogging about their otp to the point of making their “rival ship/notp” a dni criteria. this does not happen here. i don’t mind shipping, i think it's fun, and i will even reblog shippy fanart, mostly because i’m a sucker for romance and pretty art. that is the extent of my enjoyment of most ships, both canon and noncanon. i like romance, and it’s fun to read and write idiots falling in love in different ways and worlds, but it's never too serious for me.
my love: [ insert phrase ] tags are for all kinds of relationships, not just romantic ones.
i don’t take shipping seriously enough to entertain discourse about it. these characters are paper dolls to me. idk how else to make this more clear, do not come here to argue about ships or how or why some might be the worst thing to exist on this planet since global warming. i am a grown adult who knows how to discern reality from fiction. i've got a job and other stuff to worry about, DO NOT even try.
anti behavior of any kind is a bad investment of your time, pal.
my url is a play on szeto and secretary, because i’m a tired college student and he’s the closest thing to that, as the only nerd avatar we know of.
that’s all~ if you want to be mutuals and even friends, my inbox is always there.
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On Comparing Two Werewolves
Summary: Another scene from my fanfic (link in blog description) that can work as a one-shot. Dumbledore returns to his office the night before Halloween, argues with a few portraits about Remus Lupin’s place in Hogwarts, and decides to take a closer look on his own past with Fenrir Greyback.
Wordcount: 4396
Dumbledore returned to his office, humming Benny Goodman's Sing, Sing, Sing. He looked around and smiled at all the decorations on his walls. The group of Gryffindor boys calling themselves the “Marauders” had snuck into his office and decorated it as a little Halloween practical joke. It was very advanced magic (highly impressive for first-years), and it would have fooled anyone else. But not Dumbledore—and he was going to let the prank play out. It was harmless, after all.
Dumbledore removed the portrait-coverings from the walls. The portraits found it terribly annoying to be covered up like that, and Dumbledore did like having their input... most of the time. However, many of them held very hostile beliefs towards werewolves, and Dumbledore didn't want Remus to hear any of it. Remus had, of course, probably heard it all already. But the boy was eleven years old, and Dumbledore wanted to let him be a child as long as he could.
Even if it meant having his office expertly decorated for Halloween.
Especially if it meant having his office expertly decorated for Halloween.
"They've decorated your office," Eupraxia Mole said sternly from her portrait-frame. "A couple of boys. I think there were three. One of them was the werewolf." Dumbledore noticed the contempt with which she said the word and raised an eyebrow.
"I am aware, Eupraxia. And I do not see it fit to discriminate against Remus when you are quite literally a portrait. You're not even a living being, and I do not need to argue with you."
"The audacity!"
"I'd say you weren't fit to run this school if you weren't the best Headmaster we've ever had," said Everard, twirling his moustache. "I trust your judgement, even though I do not trust the boy."
"Thank you, Everard."
"I was a Healer before I was Headmistress, you know," said Dilys. "I've healed a few, and they are not completely ill-mannered, to my knowledge. Most of them seem to be normal at first. It is society, I believe, that drives them to be the monsters that we believe them to be. Watch him carefully, Albus. It is still possible that he will go down that path."
"Very insightful, Dilys."
"Half-breed, that's all he is," said Dexter Fortescue. "They all end up the same! Why you would put the school in danger by allowing him in, I have no idea! You ought to just put a stop to this nonsense and put him out!"
"You've heard our conversations, Dexter. He is no more dangerous than you or I."
"Whiny, snivelling little brat if you ask me," said Phineas Nigellus Black. "Doesn't seem to pose much of a threat. It's Sirius Black I'm worried about. I would recognize his voice anywhere, and this hijink will be reported directly to his mother. If he were anyone else then it would be acceptable. But he has a responsibility, as heir, to act his age. I've heard Walburga rant about him—he's a Gryffindor."
"No harm done, Phineas. I find him to be a bright and entertaining boy, myself."
"Of course you would," said Phineas snidely. "You let a literal monster into Hogwarts. That never would have been done in my day. It wouldn't have been done in anyone's day. There's a reason it's never been done before."
"Remus is an eleven-year-old boy. There is no reason to be afraid of an eleven-year-old boy."
"How do you know he's not a senseless monster? You have no proof," Euphraxia argued.
"Monsters are not pleasant, clever, kind, and mild-mannered," said Dumbledore evenly. He was getting a bit frustrated now. It should be such a small thing, letting a werewolf into Hogwarts. The portraits only disliked the idea of it because it had never been done before. It was difficult to talk with paintings that were stuck in the past, could not grow, and could not mature. Dumbledore again wondered why he was doing it.
"He's faking it." Euphraxia blew out a puff of air and let her portrait-y lips flap a little. "I can't believe you can't tell. He's not a normal eleven-year-old; he is a monster assuming the shape of an eleven-year-old, pretending to act as any other child would. It's obvious, Albus, that he's lying. You saw. He nearly lost control that one time. Had to stop, breathe, and take up his façade again. Remember?"
"He was stressed. I would have stopped to take a breather, myself. And, forgive me for saying so, but I excel at reading people. He is not pretending to be a person." Really. The notion was ridiculous. Remus was good at a great many things, but pretending to be a person for six and a half years was not something that he could do. It wasn't something that anyone could do.
"Don't get defensive, Albus," said Dilys. "We are only trying to protect the school. That is our duty, after all. I am inclined to agree with you, but I would be cautious if I were you."
"Thank you, Dilys. I accidentally allowed myself to forget that you are only portraits, and that I cannot easily change the mind of a painted inanimate object."
"I had no idea that you were so irresponsible," said Phineas, "letting my descendant go bad like that."
"What was I meant to do?"
"Re-sort him. Put him in Slytherin. That House will lead him right."
"The Sorting Hat does not agree."
"You mean the inanimate talking hat?"
"I see you've heard of it."
"This school is going to go up in flames!" Dexter continued. "A werewolf running rampant in a school full of children! I may be a portrait, but I've heard of the deeds of Fenrir Greyback! Mark my words, that boy will go bad!"
Armando Dippet cut in for the first time. "I remember Fenrir. I taught him, though he didn't go by the surname 'Greyback' at the time. You taught him, too, Albus. Quiet. Soft-spoken. Like the Lupin boy."
"Not all quiet teenagers are the same person, Armando."
"I know, I know. But I see my colleagues' point. I never would have imagined Fenrir to grow up the way he did. Something snapped, Albus. Something changed. He wasn't the same after being bitten."
"He became bitter because of a tragic event. I can't see Remus taking that route."
"And I couldn't see Fenrir doing it, either. I advocate for equality, of course. But I don't think you should have let Lupin into the school."
"And you," said Dumbledore, picking up his quill, "are only a portrait. I do not wish to discuss this any further. I make the decisions. You have all made your opinions clear, but my say is final. Sirius Black is a Gryffindor, and Remus Lupin is a Hogwarts student. And remember: you all are sworn to secrecy about his condition."
"Condition!" scoffed Dexter. "What a euphemism! It's not a condition, nor is it a sickness... it's a way of life! It's a species!"
Dumbledore closed Dexter's portrait with a snap. "I would like some peace and quiet. Do not make me permanently remove your portraits from my office."
The portraits were quiet (most of them even left their frames, perhaps to sulk somewhere else), and Dumbledore finished composing a letter to the Minister. But something niggled in the back of his head. He remembered Fenrir, of course. He had gone to Hogwarts. He had been human at the time. But what had he been like? He had seemed like a normal student. Dumbledore had never paid much attention to him.
Dumbledore rifled through his bottles of memories and found what he was looking for. He poured it into the Pensieve and entered the memory of one of his classes. Fenrir Greyback was sitting at a desk, his head bowed over a book and his fingers tapping on the desk impatiently. Dumbledore bent next to him and tried to remember.
It was almost unnatural to watch this boy—whose face was now constantly in the Daily Prophet—who was now one of the most feared people on earth. He looked so young and innocent: he was hardly the same person. It was no wonder that no one ever recognized him after he went bad. Dumbledore himself hadn't believed it; when the name Fenrir Greyback had become popular amongst fearful wizardkind, Dumbledore had thought that it was simply someone with the same first name. After all, he'd taught multiple Fenrirs. He'd even entertained the notion that the name was completely fake, or that he hadn't taught Greyback at all... he'd never once made the connection until he had seen that 1965 photograph of the man, and it was hard to believe even then.
Dumbledore studied the young Greyback's face, but could find no trace of Remus Lupin in his eyes. He simply looked bored, and Dumbledore could hardly fault anyone for being so in the middle of Transfiguration class.
Fenrir was quiet. Hardly ever spoke at all, in fact. He didn't spend any time around peers in his own House—he spent more time with the Gryffindors, in fact, than anyone else. Fenrir's chosen company reminded Dumbledore of James and Sirius, in fact. But he was always an add-on; someone who never had nor was ever considered a "best friend". He was just... there. Quiet. He reminded Dumbledore more of Peter Pettigrew than Remus Lupin, if Dumbledore was being honest with himself.
Dumbledore could hardly see the current Fenrir Greyback in the boy's appearance: the man who had grown out his nails and hair, who had embraced his condition and used it to become more wolf-like and intimidating. This eleven-year-old boy looked... sweet. Happy. Had he changed? The boy stood up and walked over to young-Dumbledore after class ended. Dumbledore only had to search the depths of his brilliant memory for a moment before he remembered this conversation.
"Professor Dumbledore," said the young Fenrir Greyback, his eyes bright. "I forgot to do my homework again."
"And what were you doing instead, Fenrir?" It was always so unnatural, hearing his own voice in a memory.
"I was... er."
"Yes?"
"I dunno, sir. Sleeping. Reading. Outside. I just didn't feel like doing it."
"First year is an excellent time to start applying yourself, Fenrir. Habits are formed when you are still young. Do you realize that you have not turned in a single homework assignment since school began?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why are you here?"
"Sorry, sir?"
"Why are you at Hogwarts, if you are intent on shirking your responsibilities?"
"It's not like I'm not learning the spells. I can perform them. I just don't want to do the written homework." Now, that sentiment reminded Dumbledore of those of James Potter and Sirius Black. But still not Remus.
"Which will help the spells to stay in your long-term memory," Memory-Dumbledore said. “We teachers rather know what we are doing."
The memory faded and reformed, and Fenrir was now in third year. Dumbledore looked on as Fenrir spoke to Armando Dippet, who looked thoroughly frustrated with the child.
"Fenrir," said Dippet, not unkindly, "You are still refusing to apply yourself. What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?"
"Don't know, sir," Fenrir said dismissively, "and I don't care. I'm meant to be doing something more than sitting still and doing homework."
Dumbledore was almost amused despite himself. Well, that ended up happening, didn't it?
The memory shifted again, and Fenrir was laughing with his friends... running and chasing them around the Hogwarts grounds... playing catch and Exploding Snap.
All monsters had started out as boys and girls, hadn't they?
Dumbledore remembered a little more of Fenrir now. He hadn't been able to sit still for the life of him. He used to tap the desk with his fingers so loudly that the children sitting next to him would be driven to madness. He held grudges. He had gotten good enough grades, but only ever ended up doing enough homework to squeak by when exams rolled around. He had been innately interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts and was a decent duellist.
Dumbledore could see some traits in Fenrir that might have contributed to his current state. He was resourceful and cunning, yet didn't often think before he acted and was wont to give into current desires rather than make future investments. He seemed to value a "pack" setting—he was fiercely loyal to those he cared about and didn't seem to care whether anybody else lived or died. He didn't seem to show much empathy, save to a few of his closest friends, but he didn't exhibit a lack of empathy either. He was just... there. A student.
Could Dumbledore imagine him going bad? Sure. But people went bad all the time. Anyone had the potential to go bad; it was only a matter of choice.
This boy had been bitten by a monster shortly after leaving Hogwarts (according to Dumbledore's recent calculations), was shunned by the wizarding community, went through unimaginable pain every month, and had eventually decided to look after his own desires rather than the needs of others. Dumbledore could see him doing that. He could see many people going down that route.
But while Fenrir had been self-centered because of his condition, Remus remained others-centered.
No, that wasn't quite right in all respects. It was right in hardly any respects, actually. Fenrir had focused on others as the object of his hate. Remus had focused on himself. Remus never got angry with others for his suffering—not for long. He seemed to quite loathe himself on occasion, but almost never others. Remus was always focusing on himself, it seemed: he pitied himself, blamed himself, and overall thought about his own troubles quite a lot. It wasn't always a strength, but it was undeniably Remus.
Fenrir, alternatively, considered himself better than others—with or without the lycanthropy. Remus considered others to be better then himself because of the lycanthropy. Funny how that worked out.
They were different people, Dumbledore deduced. Greyback was a monster. Remus was not.
He had already known that, of course. And he was thankful for it.
But looking into Fenrir's young eyes, so full of life and energy, he couldn't help thinking of Remus'—the dead opposite. Remus always had a tired look to him, looked so much older than he really was, was much too mature, and had grown up before his time. Why did Greyback get a childhood and Remus did not?
So was the mystery of the universe.
Dumbledore resolved, then and there, that he would never let Remus Lupin go bad. He had allowed Grindelwald to do so in his childhood. He had already made the mistake of letting someone's faults take over until that person was no longer who they once were. He would not let the same thing come to Remus. He was going to invade the inner workings of the universe and fix things—that was his responsibility as someone who was both powerful and intelligent. Dumbledore knew how to fix things, and he was going to do it. He simply couldn't sit idly by and watch Remus' world burn.
But Remus didn't really need his help, did he?
He returned to his office, where all the portraits were sleeping—with the exception of Armando.
"Greyback, hm?" Armando asked. "Have you considered?"
"I have. My mind has not changed."
Armando chuckled. "Albus Dumbledore, changing his mind. That will happen the day that a Welsh Green becomes Minister for Magic."
"On this matter?" Dumbledore said. "Not even then."
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There was one more memory that Dumbledore wanted to view, but he waited until all of the portraits were sleeping. He fished the vial out of the cabinet and poured it into the Pensieve, slightly dreading it. But it was perfect for Halloween, wasn't it?
And then there he was. That night that he had been out on the streets, walking on the cobblestones and singing to himself, enjoying the cool air and the streetlamps. His hair had been a little darker then, and his eyes a little brighter. It was only about five years ago, but it felt like an eternity.
Fenrir had been a werewolf now for... let's see, if he was eleven in 1948, and bitten at age eighteen, and now it was 1966, and he was about twenty-nine now... eleven years. Less than twice the amount of time that Remus had been a werewolf: present-day Remus had been a werewolf for six and a half. But Dumbledore didn't want to compare the two more than what was necessary, though he knew that it was inevitable.
Dumbledore saw his memory-self pause and look around. When Dumbledore heard a strange sound and he couldn't tell where it was coming from, he had a ritual of sorts. First, he would look up, because that's what the average person would least expect. Then he would look down. Then he would look to his left, because he was right-handed. Then he would look to his right. He watched his memory-self do all of this, and when he was doing the final step—spinning in a circle—he noticed the source of the sound.
It was Fenrir, of course, shrouded in a black cloak that was so ripped it barely covered him. Memory-Dumbledore did not recognize him at first. "Hello?" he said, drawing nearer. It wasn't until the thing looked up and met Memory-Dumbledore's eyes that he realized. Memory-Dumbledore recognized Fenrir's image from the papers, so he drew his wand and trained it on the creature, ready to attack if need be. "Fenrir. Fancy meeting you here."
Fenrir smiled, and both Dumbledores noticed his teeth—sharp, pointed, and stained with red... Very Halloween-y, thought Dumbledore, and also mildly disturbing.
"What are you doing out here, Fenrir? Do you need assistance in getting somewhere? Azkaban, perhaps?" Memory-Dumbledore pretended that he was not repulsed. Memory-Dumbledore imagined that it was only tomato juice or something on his teeth. Even Memory-Dumbledore, though, knew that this wasn't the case.
"Dumbledore. Long time no see." Fenrir wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were not those of the eleven-year-old boy at all. They were more dangerous. They were bloodshot. They were narrowed. Wolf-like was the first word that came to mind. Dumbledore's eyes drew to Fenrir's hand, which sported long, curled nails. He realized with a jolt that Fenrir had bitten Remus Lupin only about a year prior.
"You look a little worse-for-wear, Fenrir," said Memory-Dumbledore. "I deeply sympathize." Memory-Dumbledore did not yet know the extent of Fenrir's exploits. He remembered still the young Fenrir, full of life and a deep desire to do the right thing... Memory-Dumbledore had stupidly believed that he could somehow turn Fenrir to his own side, even though he'd been Voldemort's weapon for years now.
"You can't sympathize," said Fenrir. His voice was deep, gravelly, and scratchy, almost like a sinister record-player. He pronounced his R's in the back of his throat and ended his sentences a bit abruptly. How had his voice changed so much in a few short years? Remus' voice sounded nothing like that, so it had nothing to do with the lycanthropy. But Clark Darnall pronounced his R's that way—had Clark picked it up from Greyback or had they both gotten it from another place? "You can't sympathize," said Fenrir again. "You have no idea what I've been through."
Memory-Dumbledore, indeed, did not know. But current Dumbledore had an idea.
"I'm sorry, Fenrir. Is there anything I can do?"
"'Course not. It's not a problem anymore. I made the best of it. Made do with what I had. You know how it is."
"Hm. Have you been hurting anyone?" Memory-Dumbledore's hand twitched on his wand, knowing the answer—but he wanted to hear Greyback say it; perhaps, he thought, it would drive the man to conviction....
Fenrir was quick to confirm, and there was no guilt in his voice. "No more than they've hurt me. You've heard the stories, haven't you? You know what I've done."
Memory-Dumbledore looked at him intensely. "Fenrir," he said, "I am a very powerful wizard, you know, and I will not stand for that." Fenrir eyed Dumbledore's wand warily, but Dumbledore was not budging. "There is a way out, you know... we can keep you safe on the full moons. You are infamous for attacking children, my friend—but it's not too late to step away from all that... you'll have to pay for your crimes, of course, but we can keep you hidden from the higher-ups at the Ministry, who no doubt want to execute you. You're not trapped in this lifestyle."
Memory-Dumbledore had suspected that some of the rumors about Fenrir were unfounded, but he'd been wrong. He'd felt sympathy for the boy who had attended Hogwarts not too long ago, but he'd been wrong. Clark Darnall was in Dumbledore's ranks, and he'd warned Dumbledore of the horrific acts that Fenrir had committed... he'd already spoken to Dumbledore about Remus at this point. But Dumbledore had still thought, somewhere, deep down, that Fenrir could not have changed so much from when he was a boy—that he was only evil because he had not been given a proper choice—and Dumbledore had known that, if he could convince Fenrir, then he'd automatically have all of the werewolves in Britain on his side... countless lives could be saved.
Dumbledore was a brilliant man, yes, but he was sometimes incorrect. This was one of those times.
"Dumbledore. You know me; you taught me. Do you really think that it's so easy to convince me? You underestimate me—I wouldn't leave behind all that I've built, not for the misguided lie that there's a place for me amo-" Crack. Fenrir had, intelligently enough, Apparated away in the middle of his sentence. Nay, the middle of a word. Memory-Dumbledore had not seen it coming, and that was a rare occurrence.
Memory-Dumbledore marveled at the boy's—no, the man's—no, the monster's cleverness, and resolved to keep an eye out and figure out what he was up to before he could hurt more people. It wouldn't be that difficult. Memory-Dumbledore was already, so to speak, following the scent, and he was sure that he would have plenty more chances to apprehend the werewolf. Memory-Dumbledore walked away, less of a spring in his step, but confident and relaxed.
Current Dumbledore made his way over to the place in which his memory-self had once stood and peered down the alleyway where Greyback had been standing. A dead rabbit, still warm-looking and covered in blood, lay on the ground.
Dumbledore's stomach roiled a bit, but at least it wasn't a toddler.
With that comforting thought in mind, Dumbledore removed himself from the memory, sat down on an armchair, and opened a book.
He did not read it, though. His eyes skimmed over the words and his hand idly flipped pages, but his mind was back in the alley, watching the boy-become-monster.
The pieces clicked together in a way that they were wont to do in Dumbledore's keen mind. They were pieces that had come together in the past, yes, but now they did so even more securely.
Ten years after Fenrir was bitten, at age twenty-eight, he had attacked Remus. And he'd been savage for a long time before that. Remus had been a werewolf now for six and a half years: when Fenrir had been a werewolf for six and a half years, he had probably already begun attacking people.
The portraits had been wrong, obviously, and this proved it. But now Dumbledore thought about why.
It wasn't because Remus was a better person than Fenrir (though that was undoubtedly the case). It wasn't because he had somehow escaped whatever disease had made Fenrir go bad. It wasn't because the lycanthropy somehow affected him differently. So why had they turned out differently?
A mixture of personal choice and better circumstances, Dumbledore decided.
Remus was doing so well because he had such good parents—who had taught him right from wrong, who had spent time with him, who had loved him unconditionally. He would be further shaped by his professors and friends. He would learn, he would grow, and he would continue to live in human society—as he had done for his whole life. He'd made a choice early on to be this way, and now his choices were manifesting themselves in his personality. That was what made a person human (in the abstract sense of the word), not a species.
It was likely that Fenrir had not had systems of support like Remus did. That didn't force him to become what he was, of course, but it made it much more difficult. And then Fenrir had made a choice to do this—to give in to things that he knew were wrong—to let the worst parts of him invade his life and personality—thus Fenrir Greyback was born. Would things have gone differently if his parents had loved him unconditionally? Had they? What if Fenrir had still been in school (though Dumbledore knew that Dippet would not have allowed that)?
But one thing was for certain: it had nothing to do with lycanthropy. It was not biological. It, like many other things, was a matter of choice. It was one’s choices, after all, that showed one who they truly were—far more than their abilities.
And that was why Sirius Black, who had grown up a descendant of Phineas Nigellus, was a Gryffindor. That was why James Potter, who loved everything Gryffindor, was a Gryffindor. That was why Peter Pettigrew had chosen friends that did not match him in either ability or personality. It was all personal choice applied to surroundings: it wasn't even werewolf-specific. No one was biologically a monster.
Dumbledore had already known all that, but it was nice to put it into words.
Everyone starts out as children, he mused as he fiddled with a Disillusioned bat decoration hanging off the wall.
And as the memories replayed themselves in Dumbledore's mind well into the night, he meditated once again on the fact that having such a brilliant mind and a tendency to stick his nose in other people's business was both a blessing and a curse.
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ahhh congrats on 900 lovely!! may i get a 🎞 for dps or hp pls? i have ~wavy~ shoulder length dark brown hair and i do that annoying little thing where you put on blush to make it look like a sunburn, that mainly covers my freckles. cher horowitz & jackie burkhart are the blueprint when i dress and sometimes my friends make fun of me and call me the pink character :/ i’m passionate about musical theatre, and go to a performing arts school for such and such reason. i also really enjoy baking, doodling, archery. my personality could be described as very warm mom friend who holds ur hand when we cross the street, and worries about you after school type beat. lily evans kinnie :( i’m very loyal, and opinionated and i can be stubborn at times ( all the time babe :( ) thank you so much, and congrats again on a very well deserved 900!!! 💕
ahh thanks so so much lovely !!! of course,, i'll do both bcos i'm a fiend and love writing these things - i hope u like them !!! thanks sm for sending something in <333 i apologise about how long this is - i started writing the dps one completely forgetting i was also doing the hp one,, i have no impulse control
if you were in dead poets society..
i think the first poet you'd meet would be neil! as you're extremely passionate for musical theatre and have a talent for the performing arts, it's not surprising when you end up in a production with him. thanks to your warm personality and neil's extroverted nature and desire to make friends, it doesn't take long for you both to become friendly. he really appreciates your support and help, due to his problems with his dad and such, and thinks you give the most perfect advice. by opening night, you guys are great friends, and he's told you all about the poets who are coming along to watch him and how they'll love you. and he was definitely right, because when mr todd anderson spots you on stage, the lights hitting you just right to where you look like you're glowing, acting like it's second nature to you, his mind goes into overdrive.
after the show, he nervously asks neil about you, trying to act casual, but neil can read him like a book and instantly realises that he has a crush. he invites you over to meet his friends, paying a little extra attention to todd when he introduces the two of you. because he's a devil, he proposes that the poets and you and your friends who've come to support you all go out together - there's a local diner not too far from here that you could all head to at the weekend. everyone thinks this is a great idea, and todd is ready to kill neil. so when the weekend rolls around and you show up, he thinks you're the prettiest person he's seen, the blush on your nose adding to your overall angelic look.
it goes without saying that charlie LOVES your outfits so much - he thinks you have incredible style, and will compliment at least one of your clothing items each and every time he sees you. he will be your main hype man okay. he also definitely wants to do archery with you, because he thinks it's so so badass and he won't turn down an opportunity to add to his self proclaimed coolness.
i also think you'd get on so well with pitts - mom friends stick together, and pitts is definitely a mom friend. you're both the impulse control from the poets, having to convince charlie or knox that their 'genius' ideas are not that genius at all. the fact that you're super loyal is something all of the poets admire - they know they've found a good friend in you, and can always rely on you if they need to.
and when they find out you can bake? oh god, it's chaos. with this new found knowledge, they now desperately want to bake with you and you and pitts have to try and wrangle these overly excited boys so you can make something actually edible.
if you were in harry potter...
again, thanks to your warm nature, people are just drawn to you, so i think you'd get on well with practically everyone at hogwarts. you'd definitely be approached by a lot of the younger students who are nervous or lost, as you look approachable and kind, not intimidating like other students who tower over them and push them in the corridors.
i think you'd be closest to ginny, neville and luna. luna thinks your hair is super pretty, and is constantly placing flowers in it, sometimes even braiding them into the strands if she has time. you and ginny are both stubborn, loyal and opinionated, so you get on extremely well on that front, both enjoying sticking by your friends and standing up for yourself and what you think is right. neville loves seeing your doodles, please slide some towards him during class, it makes them more bearable for him. i can also see you being good friends with angelina johnson!
due to your friendship with angelina, it isn't long before a certain red-head starts catching feelings for you. it's george, i'm talking about george. listen, he just thinks you're super sweet, and he adores your fashion and freckles. plus, with your mom friend attitude and general care for people, how could he not begin falling for you?
BUT if we're talking the marauders era, it's only fitting you're best friends with lily, marlene, dorcas and mary. oh my god, you'd be the most iconic friendship group that everyone else would be jealous of. i'm talking late night karaoke sessions, a silencing charm cast on your dorm to avoid waking up your fellow classmates. there'd be so many hogsmeade outings, wandering around all of the different shops and just enjoying being in each other's company.
i definitely think remus would have the biggest crush on you. he isn't really sure when it started. he just remembers waking up one day with the knowledge that he likes you, and that was that. he'd be a bit apprehensive to make a move, not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings. but if you show any indication? he's jumping at the chance to ask you out
i hope these were okay babe!! like i said, im so sorry about how long they got, i've had a lot of coffee and i'm a menace when it comes to these things- but i truly hope you like them !!! thanks for sending something in, i adore your blog and the fact we're mutuals is mind-blowing <33
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