#this might be my last too

[the-shrieking-shack]

Thinkin' I Had You

Pairing - Regulus Black x James Potter

Word Count - 4k words

Author's note -

Hello...This is my first time writing a one shot fic (and uploading too). I don't know if such a fic is already written before but if it is then I am extremely sorry because I was not aware and will give credits...Also as this is my first time I'm not sure if you guys will like it or not, but if you do then please share/like/reblog it so that even I get to know that the story has received some love... That's all I wanted to say..and hoping that y'all will like it...

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James. The only thought Regulus had on his mind these days was James. The difference was that earlier, it would bring butterflies in his stomach but now all it brought was a sense of disgust, betrayal and memories. Memories he could never get rid of. Memories that stung and hurt like hell ! Memories of a boy...who made him realise his worth, of a boy who made him realise that he could love and be loved, of a boy who changed his life for good. But those memories did not last long and what they had slipped away into a moment in time. Dwelling on these thoughts and knowing that he won't be able to concentrate, he packed his things up and left the library, walking down the dark and lonely hallway towards the common room.

The Slytherin Common Room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls that were intricately carved. The room had a Gothic feel to it with it's drab colours and round greenish lamps and lights hanging on the chain from the ceiling. On entering the room smell of mint, pine forest with earthy undertones and fire filled his nose. Oh ! How much he loved this smell. It felt so comforting. Not many people were awake. Just a bunch of first-years and third-years chattering. He heard them talking about some 'big game'. He was climbing the dorm stairs when it clicked him. Tomorrow was the Quidditch House Cup Finals between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. A game that he had been dreading as well as longing to watch. How could he forget that ! On reaching the dorm room, he quietly opened the door, lied in his bed and dozed off.

The morning was cool and pleasant ; perfect for a Quidditch game. The enthusiastic crowd took their seats in the stands. The stadium was filled with cheers and boos. The game began without any issue. As the game went on, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor had scored various goals. The current score was 60-50 in favour of Hufflepuff. The snitch had not yet been seen by either of the teams.

Hufflepuffs were now in possession of the quaffle, when all of a sudden, Amos and James started going for an object (possibly the snitch) that they had seen at a distance. They headed straight for the object, Amos in the lead. James dodged a bludger from one of the Hufflepuff players. Then, Amos dived as if he spotted the snitch closer to the ground. James swung around coming from the opposite direction. The two seemed as if they were going to collide with one another. At the last moment, James jumped off his broom and landed hard on the ground. He then somehow stood up (his left knee now bleeding), raised his hand high and revealed the shining snitch in hand. The score was now 210-70. "Gryffindor has won this year's Quidditch House Cup !!" the commentator announced. The stadium burst with claps and greetings. Regulus quietly stood up and left.

No matter how much he hated James, he couldn't help but smile at James' reckless nature and how he just jumped off the broom to catch the snitch. Suddenly he felt as though James called him but he just shrugged it off thinking he must've misheard it and the fact that James wouldn't even get a chance to-

"Regulus !" He heard someone call again and this time he was certain of who it was. He slowly turned around and saw James gasping for his breath.

"Hello !" James said.

"Potter, you do realise that you have a bloody knee, right ?" Regulus commented, swishing his wand and healing the wound. "Or did you just not know the healing spell ? "

"Regulus, I wanted to talk to you." James looked him in the eye.

"Well, that's a sad thing for I am swamped right now." Regulus was about to leave when James caught his hand, turned him around and pinned him against a wall. Regulus' heart was beating faster than ever. Looking at the scared look on his face, James let him loose.

"How dare you touch me, Potter ! Do not underestimate me, I have more power than you can even comprehend !" Regulus snapped.

"Well then you could've just listened to what I wanted to say !" James said snapping back.

"Okay ! Go ahead ! But this will be the last time you lie to me."

"Regulus...You know it's not like that." James said softening his tone.

But Regulus had lost it.

"It didn't have to be like that but you ruined everything ! You never cared about me, did you ? Because if you did then you would've stayed. You would've help me fix things. But it doesn't matter anymore because...You weren't mine to lose, James." Saying this he left, tears falling down his cheeks.

And James stood there heartbroken, trying to hold back his tears, his body shaking with what he just heard...And he could see them, lost in a memory for what they had slipped away into a moment in time.

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[dapper-lil-arts]

Last one I swear... Unless?

[fluentisonus]

He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”

Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood

[katebeckets]

Special Agent Fox "I do not gaze at Scully" Mulder ⤷ [1/13] ✧ Season One

[wickcipher]

Bro just pulled a perfect Raphael

[unicornpopcorn14]

Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt during the Lovecraft fight has always been so interesting to me...

Because it's the kind of worry you'd never expect from a character as gruff as Chuuya, who had displayed nothing but hostility towards Dazai so far. Usually, characters that are labelled as "angry" or "anger issues" (which Chuuya is much more complex than that but you get my point) act more as a tsundere type of way when the one they "don't care about" gets hurt. And show their care in very, very subtle ways (ex. their eyes widen, their mouth parts and closes again, etc) before putting up their front once more.

Chuuya, however, is open, and vocal about it. His worry is clear not only to us, but to Dazai himself, the one he shouldn't be displaying the concern to (as per the cliche). Shouldn't it be some sort of secret that Chuuya does care? Isn't that what skk's dynamic has been shaping up to be until now?

I'm telling you- the way my mind blanked when Chuuya just casually.... showed concern not once, but twice, was a sight to see.

Besides, the context makes it much more confusing, because Dazai isn't some rookie, and Chuuya knows that more than anybody. He was the youngest executive in Port Mafia's history, of course he can handle a hit or two. Of course he'd seen him handle a hit or two, sometimes without batting an eye.

Heck, Chuuya himself was hurling Dazai like a ragdoll in their reunion, which was their last meeting. And you could argue that he was going easy on him, but Dazai has mostly withstood the same damage (as far as I could see), and Chuuya was as bitter as ever.

So that kind of contradicts both what we knew of Chuuya so far, and how their dynamic was shaped to be. I mean, that just makes Chuuya a hypocrite, yeah? What makes him care now, all of a sudden? What makes him care at all?

Well, to me, this backasswards reaction implies one (or more) of the following:

- Dazai rarely got physically hurt during their partnership and thus this is an unexpected thing for him to see (during a mission).

- The four years of separation made Chuuya unsure of how much Dazai can withstand physically now. Also the fact that he isn't in the mafia anymore, aka fighting enemy organizations on the weekly, would naturally make Dazai lose his touch in a way, what prompts Chuuya's reaction.

- Dazai getting taken off guard took him off guard which led to panic. Especially since the situation was (momentarily) out of their depth. Seriously wtf even was Lovecraft?

- During the dungeon scene Dazai was an enemy, while in the Lovecraft fight he was as an ally. The difference might be significant to Chuuya.

- This has always been Chuuya's reaction to Dazai getting hurt regardless of the situation.

- "Only I can hurt him like that" ahh logic

- Asagiri was still experimenting with their dynamic and thus there are some inconsistencies.

This scenario didn't play out again (after their reunion) for me to exactly determine which one is more plausible, but it is 100% canon for Chuuya to shamelessly show his concern and run to Dazai to check on him before properly dealing with their opponent, which I find to be such an appealing layer to their dynamic, and a good spin on the type of character he gets stereotyped as.

Bonus: Dazai also becomes a softy when Chuuya's hurt, especially post corruption. Dead Apple alone displays that multiple times.

All in all, Skk are doing a terrible job at maintaining their 'hostile' and 'antagonistic' relationship post their reunion. Freaks.

[te4k3ttle]

Sammeth and maximus if telltale wasn't fucking around

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[andhumanslovedstories]

I've been running this writing experiment lately to cut out phrases like "I felt" in my fiction writing. Like I was looking at a sentence in a draft that said, "he felt as if character's eyes were pinning him in place." And then I was like, "well, does he think that or is it true? As a result of this person watching him, he's froze. It's not like a thing, it is that thing."

Oh and "almost"! I'm always going, "He felt almost relieved that it hadn't happened." Well, did he feel better that it didn't happen or didn't he? Or "somewhat", I'm always going, "she felt somewhat perturbed."

And like none of that is wrong, to be clear. I don't know if it'd improve your writing, I don't even know if it'll improve my writing, but I use this sentence structure all the time so every viewpoint is from a voice that thinks about what it thinks, hedges its statements, and offers the same ability for wry little jokes formatted in the exact same way. And I have a lot of writing like that and I think (!) that they're good, but read as a whole, I'm like, "god, they all sound the same." Like there's one melody that I write songs to, so even with different lyrics, it's almost (!) the same song. Something I've been struggling with in regards to my writing and why I've felt so blocked is how boring I found writing my usual way. I'd read something and enjoy the individual parts of it, but then I'd step back and I didn't like the whole. And I got good at this enough at seeing that I didn't like it to do it in real time as I was writing, which as you can imagine didn't improve the process of writing because now I was bored AND dejected about being bored.

There's this sentence-level structure fact that I use unconsciously. A pattern I find easy is short sentence, short sentence, short sentence, long sentence. So I write that. "He [verbed]. He [verbed]. Then he [verbed]. As he [verbed] to his [consequence], he [verbed] that [noun] was [statement of condition]." Which could work, it often does make for a nice rhythm, but it's something I reach for often because it's easier for me.

Just last sentence, I originally typed, "I find it easier for me." But if what I mean is "using this pattern is less effort than another pattern," then it's easier for me. One voice is hedging its bets and the other asserting. Either is fine! But they're different! And, again, GOD you would not believe how many words I've cut out of this paragraph as I write it. I'm so chatty. I love using twelve words when six will do. And that gives my writing a specific tone to my ear.

So if I am bored of that tone, why not try using just the six words? Why be understated? Why be afraid of stronger opinions? So right now with my fiction, I'm experimenting with cutting out as many self-reflective words as I can. Sometime you do need to draw attention to the face that this is the character's interpretation, but like you definitely don't need to do it as much as I naturally want to do it. You don't need to always go out of your way to allow the possibility that the narrative voice is wrong. During editing, I trim the weaker ones (I originally typed, "what I consider the weaker ones" Is that more accurate?). But I think them being there in the first place shifts my language which shifts my character's which shifts my plot. It's sentence structure all the way down!!

(this barely applies to my writing on here, btw. i try to do good but yknow this is a tumblr blog. i'm not trying to get a lit mag to accept it.)

Anyway blah blah (chatty!) the point is I've been trying to write in a way opposite of my interests. Something that doesn't take itself too seriously, that emphasizes EMOTION and ACTION instead of minimizing it, and that clips through scenes at a good pace. Doing this been amazingly fun. I've been having such a good time doing it. I am writing so much because I really enjoy doing it. The process of writing is so fun again.

This post is about two things. One is my new mood stabilizer and therapy day camp. The other is about the benefit of pretending to be MXTX.

[slavhew]

charmed, i'm sure

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[dapper-lil-arts]

If Fluttershy had Whatsapp 🤣🤣🤣

[erabu-san]

Burning going to be my new gender i afraid

+ a doodle i made yesterday before sleeping

[appallinnballin]

waves!! hiiii so i wanted to ask if you could perhaps like, draw N or like J from murderdrones bc i love them and i think they would look so cool in your style!!

i love your art sm, byeee

hiiiiiiiiii i just did J but hope that is acceptable ^_^

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 118

Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t- 

Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into. 

Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?