Latest Posts by regulusatacarnival - Page 2

The raging urge to be a villain’s favorite person.

I honestly hate when people make Peter some annoying git or a tag along in marauders fics. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE some of them, and they’re literally my favourite book series. But it still ticks me off when Peter is written as some forgettable idiot. For gods sake, the marauders LOVED HIM. he was their brother, there was a reason why James and Lily trusted him. And he made his decision off of fear, not hatred for the others. Keep in mind I am in no way justifying what he did, it was selfish and horrible. I still hate the little rat for what he did, I’m just trying to say that he wasn’t just someone that the others didn’t love or care about.

The Chained Lady

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36607093

April, 1978. After a night of heavy drinking, Cygnus Black stumbles into a flower shop only to find that the person behind the counter is someone from his past.

Or, Cygnus Black accidentally bumps into his wayward daughter, and emotions happen.

A little treat to hold you all over until I post chapter ten of ozymandias (it’s coming I swear), enjoy!!

genuinely missing the point in time when marauders fancams and draco edits were running rampant on my fyp

I absolutely love this artist’s styling. All art by Irenhorrors on deviant art featuring the Blacks, the Lestrange clan and the Malfoys

JASON ISAACS in Harry Potter 20th Anniversary: Return to Hogwarts

okay i love lie low at lupins yes because wolfstar but more specifically: toxic wolfstar

like these two would have had such a toxic relationship hogwarts / first war and it would just carry on after poa i love it so much

“The Professor walked to Black’s side, seized his hand, and pulled him to his feet so that Crookshanks fell to the floor, and embraced Black like a brother.”

"... you're so beautiful when you was extinguished. You're so beautiful when you're unhappy."

Young Sirius Black in Azkaban.

Don't ask me why I drew this. Perhaps my soul was demanding something suffering.

something about taylor swift not duetting w any female artists in her entire discography until nothing new where she sings about her fears of being forgotten or replaced by a new younger female artist with phoebe bridgers who is a very popular younger female artist is INSANE

some of you might hate me for this but…. one sided peter pettigrew x james potter lowkey sounds like a good ship

he would hate her but he’d cry to all too well 10 min version and then pretend he didn’t

y do u ppl think reg would be a swiftie

bunny boy reg as whore reg is so brilliant actually

you're not just misinterpreting the characters, you're misinterpreting the entire story because you're thick in the head. once again i have to bear the burden of having every correct opinion in the world.

“i am going to victim blame a child in an abusive household and claim this literal kid had enough power to stop the dynamics that were put in place since his youth. said child most likely also had much burden placed on him as he grew up because he had to take on a lot of responsibility, most probably keep the peace in the family, and had pressure on him to overcompensate for his older brother’s behavior.”

let’s not act like regulus being the golden child meant that he got off unscathed from his childhood, all children that grow up in abusive and toxic homes are victims.

pointing out his racist ideology and behavior is one thing and entirely just, but blaming a child (remember that he died at 18!) for not stopping his parents abusing his older brother is wholly unjust.

and let’s not act like sirius, james, and andromeda were perfect either :-)

i’m sorry but the hatred i have for jegulus is almost as strong as my hatred for snily

regulus literally let his brother get abused by their family and did nothing to help him. and don’t tell me he couldn’t have left, both sirius and andromeda had left and were doing fine on their own.

james is far too good for him and would never fuck around with a blood supremacist

when regulus died he didn’t renounce the pureblood cause, he just defected from voldemort because voldemort wanted to be immortal, etc., so pretty much died being a racist that still wanted to blow up muggles, he wouldn’t come back from the dead and suddenly join the order or even be polite to harry + co

jesus christ regulus didn't even really care about or believe voldemort's opinions and his cause, does it matter he was a death eater and you think he was a voldemort fanboy? he was a death eater because of his family probably, or maybe later he realized he doesn't agree with lv's opinions. and how is it against his character to ship jegulus when we know little about regulus' character?

We know enough about his ideals, which matched perfectly with his family's as told by Sirius himself. Your stupid little cutesy headcanons don't change that. His family was actually opposed to directly joining Voldemort instead of just supporting him from behind. Why would he cover his bedroom walls with Voldemort's newspaper clippings if he wasn't a Voldemort fanboy? Why was he the favourite coddled child if he didn't agree with his family's views? Your fanfics are not canon lol it makes me laugh that you say he didn't agree with the Pureblood cause when the little information we have about him suggests that he did.

Sirius is wearing a Japanese inspired outfit to single him out but also because I managed to create a whole backstory in my head that I will hopefully share as a mini comic 🖤

The Prodigal Brother part 1

i love stories about betrayal i love depravity i love tragedy i love miscommunication i love backstabbing i love when characters encourage each other to be worse i love dysfunctional partners i love misfits & i love it most of all when they are bisexual

Sirius and Remus, in the poetry of Richard Siken;

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you. I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands…

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee.

There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

All I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

And maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more.

I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

I’m sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying.

I said my arms are very long and your head’s on fire. I said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

In these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.

You are a fever I am learning to live with.

I don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.

Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.

You, the moon. You, the road. You, the little flowers by the side of the road.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling,  but he reaches over and he touches you,  like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. (My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.)

#lilgaypestotober

Day 5: astronomy

Regulus Black

"It was I who discovered your secret."

you want me to drink water? the thing that killed my comfort character. no thanks.

Young Dark Lord

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, “A Beggar Voice”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH A SOUL ANYWAY?

HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004) | dir. Alfonso Cuarón