I Find Kakashi Very Relatable.

Bull hates baths.

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Everybody's so mad about Mud Eater Reg and People Licker Reg like do you people not have siblings? Like I would be catfighting with my bro and he's stronger, so when he had me pinned down and I couldn't squirm away, I just spat up at his face. It was very effective, even if some of it landed back on my face. And if you're telling me Slytherin Reg wouldn't bite, lick and spit and pull hair to win a fight I don't know what to tell you

i think everyone’s gone feral over mud eating regulus is because like. it’s regulus. when you think of him you think of cool, calm, collected but here here r making him into a fucking Goober

AN: Harry Potter Fic: holding a handful of flames 

4k of rough Regulus Lives fic, in which RAB is somehow held in stasis in the Inferi Lake and is fetched and revived by Kreacher after Walburga’s death (1986 or 1987-ish). I think this was written as a potential FTH auction fic back in 2017, but put aside in favor of focusing on my RAB-centric fic FDITH. 

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

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#naruto #kakashi #funny

Going through my naruto phase 15 years too late is truly embarrassing.

I’ve been working on this little comic for a while and it’s been a real joy! I’ll probably post the rest of this comic tomorrow cuz it has absolutely flopped on every other social media.

i would kill to see Reg in your style (and maybe Sirius along with him,,,, being Brothers,,, but only if you want👉👈)

honestly, regulus doesn't get enough representation

hope you like it ^^

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.

[Regulus showing up at the battle of Hogwarts]

Voldemort: arent you supposed to be dead?

Regulus: well i am on the inside, if that counts

harry potter, age 11: oh boy! i hope i have fun adventures in the magic world!

harry potter, age 15: time to bring down the fucking government i guess

Sirius, pacing around the room: I just don't know what to do, Reg!

Sirius: Everytime I see him, my heart hurts and flutters.

Regulus: I'm sure that's a sign of premature death.

I don’t really have time to run an fic-writing event (I have no experience with that), but today I was overcome with Inspiration to design a Harry Potter Worldbuilding Bingo Fic Challenge. So, here are the rough potential categories, subcategories, and specific prompts I came up with today for that (under the cut, based largely on my own interests, I will admit). 

Category Example: Crafting and Workmanship 

Subcategory Example: Fashion in the Wizarding World 

Specific Prompt Examples: A Week of Albus Dumbledore’s Wardrobe Choices OR an Overview of the Best-Dressed Professors and Students of Hogwarts OR Designing New Yule Ball Outfits for Characters 

Excerpts of my fav potential specific prompts (from below the cut): 

Luna Lovegood and Colin Creevey start a Hogwarts newspaper in their first year (and nobody knows what to do about this)

It’s Card Game Night in Gryffindor Tower (People May Die)

the Seventh-Years of 1992-1993 face their NEWTs with Gilderoy Lockart as their Defense teacher (someone help them)

Hermione tries to discuss university options with Harry and reacts with horror when Harry reveals he had no idea that there were magical universities

A Hogwarts teacher writes journals/papers for a publication and gets into an academic feud with a Beauxbatons teacher

The poor Ministry worker who has to deal with the sobbing preschooler whose parents jokingly told them they’d go to prison for performing Underage Magic even accidentally

Slughorn quizzes his students in a fun and relaxed lesson in a game called “Is this an alcoholic cocktail or a potion?”

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