Hes Like 26 Years Old 20 Pounds Wet, Less Than A Foot Tall, And He Is Holding This Fuckign Family Together.

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Thinking eternally about how Kakashi is the first and ONLY authority figure in Itachi's LIFE who doesn't have an underlying agenda when interacting with him. Thinking about how Danzo literally put them on a team together because he thought that they were both heartless little tools that would work ruthlessly together but instead Itachi admired how Kakashi never said a rude word about ANY commrade no matter how horrid they were to him. Thinking about the like four months where Itachi is on team Ro and has a little bit of breathing room to maybe perhaps be comfortable in the presence of someone with any degree of control over him, something he hasn't had since he was. Literally four. Thinking about Kakashi being exactly 20 years old and has always been the baby of just about ever social group until he had two traumatized teenagers foisted upon his ANBU team and he just had to be normal about that. Thinking about how Kakashi just hoped that Anbu would 'become a place of pride' for Itachi, cause what else do you say to soften the blow of being an elite assassin at age 11? ETERNALLY thinking about how CANNONICALLY in anbu if someone is talking shit on Kakashi's name then Itachi (11) (creepy as all hell 0.0 ) (half your height and CAN kick your ass) will just give them the most bewildered look in the world and call them all mean jealous losers in his head. THINK.ING.

do you have any akatsuki-related headcanons that you like?

idk uhhh dad kisame

waiting and wanting

im not sure whether I should be proud of this or horrified but thank you to @regulusprompts for this

if anyone wants me to write any of the other chaotic regulus things from over there lemme know

and now may i present the story of regulus and the inferius, a 666 word story

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The life of an inferius was boring, that much he knew. Long ago, he had been alive, been– well, he couldn’t really remember. He remembered walking through the streets, feeling the warm sun on his skin, smiling at a pretty girl as he passed by. 

He could hardly remember how the clouds looked, how the warm summer breeze through his hair felt, what it was like to feel alive. All he had known for the past fifteen years was icy water, floating in the bottom of some lake. There were other inferi around, but inferi generally weren’t the best conversation partners, and so his social life was lacking. Majorly.

So because there weren’t cute guys or pretty girls to spend his time with, he spent most of it daydreaming. 

(Sometimes he wondered what his name was. Gregor perhaps? He felt like a Gregor. Gregor it was.)

Sometimes he tried to think if he had had a family, friends, a significant other perhaps while he was alive. He always came up blank. 

Gregor didn’t know if most inferi had goals or not. The dead bodies floating around him didn’t seem to overflow with ambition, but who knew? He had never actually talked to them. And so Gregor decided that for year 16 of being an inferi, something would change. He would find someone, either to date or to attack, whichever he felt like. The months of 1979 went by slowly, not a person entering the cold and dreary cave that had become his home, and Gregor slowly began to lose hope.

But then, October 20th came around and everything changed. The Dark Lord entered the cave, accompanied by a small and shriveled up creature. He racked his brains trying to think of what it was, but couldn’t think of anything. He had been dead long enough that thinking had become hard. He vaguely heard the Dark Lord talking, calling it a house elf– what a strange name, honestly– and then realized the creature was being forced to drink the potion. 

He could feel the inferi around him stirring eagerly, sensing that another was about to meet their doom in the watery depths, and Gregor joined them, lurking just under the surface of the water and waiting. The moment the creature’s hands broke the surface, he reached out and grabbed the house elf’s wrist, pulling him under. He had been the first to grab him, though he was soon surrounded by other inferi, all eagerly pulling the elf down towards into the murky depths. 

Gregor could see the creature struggling to breathe, and relished that there would be another soon joining them in the lake, though this one wasn’t exactly his type. And then the small creature twisted and vanished.

He had lost his chance. Even if the creature wasn’t really the sort of person he was looking for, Gregor would’ve taken it. But now, he was alone again.

The days crept by until November 2nd. A day that had started out as uninteresting as the others became the best day of his undead inferius life. The creature returned, accompanied not by the Dark Lord, but by a boy, looking perhaps a few months younger than Gregor was when he died. 

And if the house elf wasn’t Gregor’s type, this boy definitely was. Silky black hair curling softly at his shoulders, a dark black ensemble trimmed with emerald green, strong dragonhide boots. Silver grey eyes. 

This was the one that he wanted. 

Gregor waited, his anticipation building as the strange boy drank the potion. As he crawled to the shore. His hand had barely touched the water when Gregor moved, holding the boy’s wrist tightly as he fought.

His efforts were in vain.

Gregor felt more than he had in years. Perhaps he wasn’t a proper inferius, being able to feel at all, but as he held onto the strange boy and pulled him down deeper into the water, all he could feel was exultation. 

The boy was his.

Two years ago, I asked people what they would call a group of Boggarts from the Harry Potter series. Two years later, here are all the answers I got!

Original post (responses in notes): lullabyknell.tumblr.com/post/155484191443/

Posted with commentary: lullabyknellficlets.tumblr.com/post/181959823589/

An Ambush of Boggarts

A Boggie of Boggarts

A Boggle of Boggarts

A Bother of Boggarts

A Braggart of Boggarts

A Cackle of Boggarts

A Circus of Boggarts

A Comedy of Boggarts

A Creep of Boggarts

A Depression of Boggarts

A Dread of Boggarts

A Farce of Boggarts

A Fear of Boggarts

A Fright of Boggarts

A Gaggle of Boggarts

A Giggle of Boggarts

A Grimace of Boggarts

A Haze of Boggarts

An Insane Clown Posse of Boggarts

A Masquerade of Boggarts

A Mischief of Boggarts

A Nightmare of Boggarts

A Joke of Boggarts

A Rattle of Boggarts

A Redonkulous of Boggarts

A Scare of Boggarts

A Scream of Boggarts

A Screech of Boggarts

A Shudder of Boggarts

A Smog of Boggarts

A Tangle of Boggarts

A Terror of Boggarts

A Trepidation of Boggarts

A Trick of Boggarts

A Wardrobe of Boggarts

Thanks for playing!

AN: HP OC-SI fic: hallow things 

1.5k rough beginning to an OC-SI fic, in which a modern OC gets inserted into the HP universe as the older sibling of Severus Snape, into the Snape family as a 11-year-old child. I wrote this about a year ago as a warm-up exercise and, though I don’t intend to ever properly write it, I occasionally revisit this fic idea to write warm-up meta snippets. 

+500 words snippet of an OC-SI thinking about the mechanics of HP magic through the Reparo spell. 

Never posted to tumblr or AO3 before; fic under the cut.  

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For the anon who asked abt time travel I just finished A Study in Choices and Second chances by queerofthedagger on ao3 and it’s v v good

oh!! i’ve also read it & it’s really really good :) here’s the link

regulus is that one asshole who just casually coughs up blood sometimes. everyone around him is very freaked out and hes just like "yeah this is a normal tuesday dont even worry abt it"

HE WOULD

yall i just found the funniest thing on the harry potter wiki

SIRIUS & REGULUS BLACK