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Walburga and Orion realistically never would’ve allowed for either child to live in the shadow of the other. A Black eclipsed by anyone, even another Black, would’ve been a disgrace.

You think they would’ve favoured Regulus if he’d been a weak, blushing and trembling kid hiding behind his brother? No, they simply excelled in different areas.

Sirius was all charm and charisma, knew when to laugh and smile, turned heads upon entering a room, left them wanting more — could’ve been the perfect heir had he only wanted it. Regulus was cold cunning and heartless manipulation, had people fearing and respecting him since he was 12 and loved it. He didn’t have to say a word, by 17 one look from him had people agreeing to anything. He was the perfect heir because he enjoyed the game.

The Blacks were power hungry maniacs, imagine how incredibly fucked Regulus had to be to be their favourite. How deranged did he have to be to be chosen by Voldemort at 16. This man treads the line of irredeemability with a smile

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Some House of Black headcannons:

TW: Mental health issues (ED, Bipolar, GAD, Schizophrenia), abuse, starvation, slight mention of death

All of them have a mental illness of some sort. Bellatrix has schizophrenia, this developed when she was around 23, before then, while she would've still been a really messed up person, her actions were her own, but I think that the longer the war went on she started worrying about everything because she started hallucinating that the ministry wanted to get her specifically. Narcissa and Andromeda both have very bad GAD: most of Narcissa's anxiety comes from her family situation, namely her husband and sister being a very high up Death Eater; most of Andromeda's anxiety comes from her running away to be with Ted Tonks because she feels as though her family is gonna hunt them down and destroy everything they made together. Sirius is Bipolar, this developed when he was 15 or 16 but before the prank, which I think would've been his first manic episode. Regulus has anorexia and depression: I think Walburga starving him proper messed up his view of his body, as if it was something that needed to be purged- he only eats breakfast when he's at Hogwarts which is normally just an apple and a slice of plain toast, when he's at Grimmauld Place he tries to skip out on meals but when Walburga forces him to eat with her he just makes himself sick afterwards or take laxatives to get all the food out of his body and when he's not in class or doing homework, he's normally on the Quidditch pitch practicing by himself or running laps around Hogwarts for as long as he can before he feels like he's about to pass out.

Narcissa really misses Andromeda and wants to meet her at least one more time before either of them die.

Bellatrix was like Sirius in the fact that she would take punishments for her sisters, which made her fall deeper into her madness rather than being scared of it like Sirius.

When Sirius first went to Hogwarts, Regulus started to get into trouble with Walburga for the slightest misstep. Partially to try and ensure Regulus was in Slytherin, but also because Sirius wasn't around to take the fall for Regulus anymore. By the time Sirius came back from Christmas break in his first year, Regulus had been crucioed so much that he couldn't stop shaking and could barely get out of bed without crying due to how much pain he was in.

Kreacher would help Sirius and Regulus escape punishment if he was certain that Walburga wouldn't find out what happened. Even if he couldn’t help heal them, he would put small portions of healing potions into the dismal meals they were allowed during their punishments.

Orion was an extremely neglectful father basically all year round, yet on birthdays and Christmas' he always managed to get Sirius and Regulus exactly what they wanted without fail. Thinking that the presents would make up for his lack of presence in their lives.

Walburga did love Sirius and Regulus in a really twisted way. She was raised by abusive parents, and she swore to never be like them, but when it came to her own kids, she had no idea how parent them without the abuse, so she thought it was necessary. In her head, every time she punished Sirius and Regulus, she was showing her love for them. When Sirius ran away, she wouldn't leave her room for weeks. She wouldn't cry she would just stare at the ceiling, wondering why she became exactly what she feared, why she forced her own son into running away out of fear. When Regulus died, she completely broke down. She lost both of her sons because she forced them away from her. She died not long after Regulus went missing.

#the house of black #sirius black #regulus black #marauders #black brothers #walburga black #walburga's a+ parenting #orion black #andromeda black #bellatrix black #narcissa black #marauders headcanon #marauders era #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa malfoy #andromeda tonks

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Hyacinthus

To love a god is to live a tragedy.

The poets’ ballads of love and heartbreak rarely ended with laughter. Patroclus never saw the end of the Trojan War. He died on the battlefield with nothing but his lover’s armour — nothing was strong enough to protect him from War’s wrath. The Fates showed Patroclus no remorse as he died at Hector’s hand.

The Fates never pity us mortals. Ariadne, Megara, Daphne - what became of their lives? How many souls have been lost for the gods’ pleasure? Even Psyche, who found peace with Eros, didn’t find it without any suffering.

Everyone knows this.

Everyone knows that no good comes to those who become entangled with the gods.

I’ve known this ever since I was a small child, roaming freely through the palace. Back then, I thought I was invincible. I thought no sword nor monster could ever make me fall.

 If only I knew better.

Perhaps I could’ve done more with my life — something worth remembering. I could’ve become a great philosopher whose ideas are taught for centuries after my death. Or perhaps I could’ve lived to inherit my father's throne and ride proudly into the battlefield. Even if I was killed in battle, I would be remembered as a hero. My people would honour me.

Yet I chose to stay with Apollo. 

I was a naive boy — a fool, even.

When I woke up each morning with him by my side, I had no regrets. He was my Sun; I couldn’t live without his warmth. Every morning, his hand was entwined with my own. His grasp was tight, so tight that it felt like he had no plans of letting go. I would run a hand through his golden hair as he peacefully slept. Apollo’s hair was soft like a bird’s feathered wings. He was perfect in every way.

His bare chest rose and fell with each breath. I loved the freckles that were littered across his sun-kissed body. Some days, I would try to kiss each one as Apollo let out a quiet laugh.

I would give anything to hear that laugh once more.

I would give my heart to have that soft laugh echo through my ears again. There is no one in the world who sounds like him. His voice was angelic, almost musical. Every word he said was alluring. He had a siren’s voice. If he told me to, I would dive into the murkiest waters to follow him.

Our routine stayed the same for months. We would awake together, fulfil our respective duties, and meet once more at dusk.

I was a fool for thinking it would always be like that.

One morning, as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, he asked me a question.

“Hyacinthus,” he said with a mellow tone. I loved the way he said my name; it made me melt inside. “Do you love me?”

I did not hesitate. “Of course. And you?”

I smiled as he traced a finger along my bare chest.

“I love you like the Stars love the Moon, Hyacinthus.”

A voice lingered in the back of my mind, telling me I was unworthy of a god's love. It laughed harshly as it mocked me for falling for Apollo. You are nothing but his plaything, it whispered.

I opened my mouth to tell Apollo that perhaps I am undeserving of his love despite my better thoughts. He pressed a finger against my lips as if he knew what I was going to say. Gently, he pulled my hand towards his chest and laid it upon his heart.

It’s a known fact that the gods of Olympus do not their need hearts. Nor do they need any of the organs that we have within us. That is one of the many things that marks us as inferior to the gods. They are not like us; they are not human.

“You are my Sun, Hyacinthus,” Apollo said softly. “I couldn’t live a single day without you, just as the world cannot live without light.

I feel more love towards you than Aphrodite herself has ever felt. Do you feel that?”

His heart was pounding beneath my hand. I thought it would burst at any second.

“No one has ever made my heart wild with such ardour. Hyacinthus, you’re the only true love I have in this world.”

His words were everything to me.

My voice wavered as I spoke. I could no longer deny the truth.

“Your heart beats for love, Apollo. My heart—” I swallowed my words and shuddered at what I had to say. “My heart beats to live. One day, it will stop. One day, I will run out of time and I will find myself at the foot of Charon’s boat.”

Apollo’s face tightened into a frown. I cupped a hand around his cheek and looked into his bright, sky-blue eyes. Tears welled in his eyes and threatened to fall at any moment.

“You’re very dear to me, Apollo. I love you more than words can say. That’s why I want you to find someone worth your time, someone who—” I hesitated once more. Apollo’s frown became an expression of pain and discomfort. His sky-blue eyes were like a storm now— his tears were like rainfall. Only now did he truly understand the fragile nature of human life. I don’t blame him for it; I too struggled to accept the fate of mankind. “Someone who is not destined for death. Apollo, my time on this earth is short and you—”

He pressed his warm lips against mine and I forgot all my past worries..

“I don’t care,” he muttered as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

The god cried silently as I ran my hand through his soft, feathery hair. This wasn’t the same god I had seen in the tapestries around the palace. There, he always had a triumphant smile on his face as he posed with a lyre in hand. Yet here he was, distraught by his mortal lover. Apollo, the Sun god, was more fragile than I had thought. Perhaps the Olympians have more humanity than the poets say.

“I will never leave you, Hyacinthus.”

A harsh wind roared outside the palace as if it was angered by Apollo’s words.

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“Are you sure we should do this today?” I asked him, raising my voice as the wind blew loudly.

“We’re already here,” he replied as he fiddled with the discus.

Apollo had insisted on having a game of discus. Did he want to distract himself from the day before? 

I shivered as the wind roared once more. The cold pricked at my skin until it felt numb.

No man with a shred of common sense would play discus in these conditions.

Apollo held both my hands and rubbed circles into my palm with his thumb. 

“It will be fine,” he reassured me. I sighed and watched as he gracefully threw the discus. His sun-kissed skin glistened under the light and his blue eyes shimmered like pearls in the clearest sea. The god laughed proudly as the discus flew to the sky. The throw was so powerful that it seemed to split the clouds. Perhaps it even saw the lights of Elysium.

His laugh was contagious. I laughed until my throat hurt  as we ran to chase the falling discus. 

Time seemed to slow down as we ran without a care. The wind felt refreshing as it blew against my face. I looked back to see Apollo trying to keep up. His golden locks were pushed back by the wind and a bright smile was plastered on his face. My run slowed to a light jog as I admired him. He was like a statue — perfect in every way. It was as if he had been crafted carefully by the finest sculptor in all of Greece.

Beautiful.

He quickly caught up to me as I stared at him. Before he could say anything else, I wrapped both my arms around his necks and pulled him into a kiss. Flowers of warmth blossomed within my body as Apollo placed a hand on my chest. His lips were so soft, softer than any pillow in the palace. I never wanted this moment to end. His hands travelled along my body, caressing me softly.

I only pulled back from the kiss when I needed to breathe.

Apollo was never the first to pull away; he never needed to.

“The discus,” I rasped as I turned towards the direction of the discus.

The wind shrieked. It was worse than before. Each gust of wind seemed angry. I thought back to rumours of an angry god. What had we done to anger anyone? Surely no god had the power to scare an Olympian.

“Apollo, we—” 

A sharp pain in the back of my head interrupted me.

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I don’t like thinking about what happened next. In fact, everything was a blur by then. My knees buckled beneath me as the world spun before me. 

Overwhelming.

It was all too much.

I fell to the floor soon after, landing harshly on the dry ground. It felt as though someone had enhanced each and every one of my senses. I could feel everything — especially the pain throbbing in my head. 

A golden figure crouched down beside me. 

His voice was familiar. I’ve heard it somewhere before. Just who—

A sudden cry brought me back to my senses.

Apollo. Of course it was Apollo. Who else would it be?

I couldn’t think straight anymore. The pain in my head wasn’t helping. It sliced through my thoughts like a dagger. Each time I felt it pierce my mind, it felt as though sparks of lightning had been sent through my body.

The god weeped beside me as he held my head up. His hands were red — a hideous, sickly shade of red. What had happened? Surely it couldn’t be Apollo’s blood—

It was getting harder to think.

“Don’t leave me yet,” Apollo cried as he caressed my cheek.

His hand was so warm.

Home. It reminded me of home.

The hearth in the palace was warm too. I don’t remember the last time the fire died out. Is that fire waiting for me to come home?

“Hyacinthus?” Apollo’s voice had been reduced to a meek whimper.

I hated it when his voice became hoarse. It always meant he was upset.

“Hyacinthus?”

I didn’t have the strength to open my mouth. Fuck, I could barely keep my eyes open.

“I love you.” Apollo pulled me towards his chest. “Please stay with me, my love,” he whispered into my ear.

It was too much.

I couldn’t hold on for any longer.

  I heard a gut wrenching cry.

There was one final blossom of warmth in my chest.

Then it became cold once again.

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I mentioned a while ago in a headcannon post that Regulus in canon is there to show what comes of a person when they follow leaders blindly and how he's kinda the antithesis of Sirius and I want to expand on that.

So, in canon, all we know of Regulus is that he was Sirius' little brother, he played Quidditch, and was a follower of Voldemort until the mistreatment of Kreacher when he then apparently decided that he should destroy one of Voldemort's horcruxes.

Now, I won't lie and say that JKR's storybuilding is good because it isn't at all, except maybe a few exceptions, I personally don't think this is one of said exceptions.

For all we know, Regulus could've never believed in Voldemort one bit. And while I would love to believe this, I find that unlikely even if I do think he would've doubted Voldemort in a few aspects. For one, I don't think he would've overlooked the fact that Voldemort was a half-blood shitting on anyone who wasn't a pureblood, and he would've realised that Voldemort was hypocritical. But he would've still held some blood supremacist views. After all, he doesn't have Sirius' character or friends that could help him realise the inaccurate and discriminatory views that his family spewed to him, so he wouldn't of been totally innocent. But he would've been commonsensical enough and less power hungry as the then heir to black family to realise Voldemort's hypocrisy.

However, despite noticing this hypocrisy, he still joined Voldemort. And despite popular opinion, this is something he wouldn't have been forced to do by his parents. His parents weren't Death Eaters because while they supported Voldemort's views, they would've hated that they would be his servants. Not only that, but they would've been alive to witness Grindelwald's uprising and downfall, and despite the fact that he did kill a lot of muggles and muggleborns, he also led to the death of dozens of pureblood followers deaths. So Regulus' parents would rightly assume that of Voldemort as well and not want to follow him because no muggle or muggleborn death would be worth the death of potentially dozens of pureblood deaths to them, especially with the already dwindling number of purebloods, not helped by the incessant inbreeding. Therefore, they probably wouldn't have supported Regulus' involvement, let alone forced him into it.

Which highlights what I believe to be Regulus' flaw of following leaders blindly because despite noticing Voldemort's flaws, he still became a Death Eater. And in canon is only shown to betray Voldemort when his house elf was mistreated by him. To which his response to that is to destroy one of Voldemort's horcruxes, that is, in a location that he knew would be his grave if he went there. Now, to Regulus' credit, it's unlikely he could've found out about at least one horcrux and it's location that quickly, so I believe he must've started finding ways to take down Voldemort, or aid in Voldemort's down fall before Kreacher's mistreatment.

However, this doesn't necessarily he done this for completely good reasons, as he could've easily been doing it to save his ass if he ever got caught by the Order and wanted an easy way out of Azkaban under the guise of being an unrecruited double agent.

This, I think, highlights the first way in which he is Sirius' antithesis because, unlike him, Sirius couldn't really think ahead no matter how hard he tried, like by making Peter the secret keeper instead of him. While yes, Sirius would be obvious, he would also be harder to weasle to secret out of because Sirius was a very capable wizard and one that could not be easily tracked, unlike Peter. Additionally, not telling at least one person outside of him, James, Lily and Peter that he wasn't the secret keeper was extremely dumb and too trusting while there was a war on, a war that made him distrust Remus before Peter. Whereas Regulus realised the importance of saving yourself before saving others and found ways of self-preservation and spite in a time when even his brother failed to.

I believe that this is because he was a Slytherin. If he were in any other house, I found it unlikely that he would've felt the need to because he wouldn't have been surrounded by self-serving vipers from the age of 11. Sirius, however, was a Gryffindor with the majority of his friends being both trustworthy and selfless people. He had no need to learn that there are traitors around every corner, even your own. Which is both a good and bad thing because he had amazing teenage years, but it cost him his best friend, Lily, and his ultimately his own life because he never learned the priceless skill of self preservation in time for the war that would destroy his life.

So, most likely, due to JKR's bad storytelling, Regulus became everything that Slytherin prizes and Sirius became everything Gryffindor prizes. Even though they were born into the same family, fate had very different plans for the both of them. Maybe their stories would have been wildly different if Regulus was the older brother and had met James on the train instead. If that were the case, would Regulus have been a Gryffindor, or would his preexisting character built in the halls of Grimmald Place have hardened into what it became in canon. Or would he and Sirius have completely swapped stories. From these speculations, I conclude on my part at least that Sirius and Regulus are the walking embodiments of how child abuse and early indoctrination can affect a person and how good friends can save a person from total collapse into darkness, it just so happens that Sirius was saved and Regulus wasn't, and even potentially dragged further down by friends that were also Death Eaters such as Barty or any other Slytherins. Sirius is everything that Regulus couldn’t become, and Regulus is everything that could've saved Sirius from grief-ridden fate.

#marauders era #marauders #regulus black #sirius black #black brothers #marauders headcanon #the house of black #slytherin #gryffindor #secret keeper

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Marauders that I think have mental illnesses/neurodivergencies:

TW: slight description of mental health issues and mistreatment

Sirius and Regulus both have PTSD, obviously.

Remus has really bad GAD. Like so bad, he can barely function day to day without at least one panic attack. I think it all stems from him being attacked by a werewolf at a very young age and being infected with lycanthropy, which led to him being somewhat othered by his parents and peers from a young age. It started off as social anxiety and then developed quite rapidly into GAD.

James has SAD. He just doesn't have the same energy or confidence in winter as he does in summer, and to him it feels like when it gets cold he gets frozen from the inside out and he starts withdrawing more into his head because he can't handle the lack of emotions he experiences in winter.

Barty is AuDHD. I know a lot of people hc him as bipolar, but I feel like he has had the emotional dysregulation, impulsivity, and even other symptoms that are common in Autism, ADHD and bipolar for his whole life which would mean he would have to be AuDHD not bipolar because bipolar disorder can only start developing in someone's teenage years. I think these symptoms, being something he's had his whole life, would also explain the rift between him and his father, because his father would have been disappointed in him from the get-go because Barty wouldn't behave like regular kids.

Peter has BPD. The main reason why I think this is because he holds onto people he cares about so tightly until he believes that they will leave him anyway. Like with the Marauders, he was a really good and loyal friend until he saw that they were starting their own lives like James starting to date Lily or Remus and Sirius dating. If he had BPD, then he may have turned to Voldemort because he felt that by the rest of the Marauders beginning their lives, they were in turn abandoning Peter because he wasn't quite ready to move on with his. And by turning to Voldemort, he would find solitude in the fact that he could never grow to care for him, thus potentially eliminating his fear of abandonment because he has no one else he cares about that can abandon him.

#tw abandonment #marauders headcanon #marauders era #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #barty crouch jr #jily #wolfstar

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There is something so special to me about the unlikely friendship between Borderline + Bipolar James and Bipolar Barty.

*light TW for BPD and Bipolar episode descriptions and injuries, illusion to suicidal ideation during a depressive episode*

They start out basically hating each other, but they both make a point to be passably civil to each other because both of them are important people to Regulus, and neither of them are willing to hurt Reg by being awful to each other. It’s an incredibly slow process, but eventually they get sort of close to each other via forced proximity. Little things start slipping out as they talk, sometimes they hang out at parties if they’ve had enough to drink to tolerate the other’s presence, and eventually they come to something of a peaceful truce.

Then Barty has a euphoric-manic episode and gets really hurt. Like, really, really hurt. Evan and Regulus are at a complete loss, and it takes James longer than he’d like to admit to put the pieces together.

When Barty is finally released, he’s spiralling really badly, but he was raised in a way that makes telling someone he needs help impossible. So James steps up. He tells him what’s happening to him, what the episodes are, how to navigate them as best as possible, offers Barty support he’s never had before and lets him know that he’s there for him, that James understands what’s happening to him. That he cares.

It’s not Barty who reaches out first, though. It’s James. It’s been months since Barty’s manic episode when James has a depressive one. Through the fog and the weight across his entire body, he somehow musters the strength to call the one person in his life that he may not like, but who knows.

It’s awkward at first. Barty and James don’t like each other, but they know each other on a level their other friends can’t. So despite Barty wanting to do literally anything else, he stays. He tries. He learns.

Barty stays glued to James for three days until a bit of the fog recedes and he can lift his head on his own again. It takes another week or so for James to really start functioning again, and another two afterwards until he’s back to baseline. Barty doesn’t tell anyone, but he pays a student in James’ year on the low to get his class notes and homework assignments, and he does every single one of them so James doesn’t need to worry about trying to catch up on almost a month of missed work. He’s not really sure what exactly compelled him to do it, but he feels like it was the right thing to do.

James does the same thing for Barty during his first major depressive episode.

They make a pact of sorts, every morning when the potions vials show up by their breakfast plates, they make eye contact across the Great Hall, lift their potions up, tap the bottoms on the table, and shoot it back like a party shot. It’s a routine that helps them ground each other. It’s something that makes them feel anchored and in the moment. If they can laugh at each other’s faces from the vile tasting potions, they can face whatever the day might bring.

When they’ve all graduated, Evan and Barty find a place not far from Regulus and James’. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for Evan or Regulus to find James and Barty curled up together on Bad Days, or to find them laughing somewhat maniacally as they beat the piss out of each other wrestling and sparring on days that are Too Much.

It takes a long time before Barty really understands that James is there for him. Two years after his diagnosis is when he has his worst episode yet. It comes on with very little warning and Barty knows it’s bad and knows he needs help but he can’t physically get himself to call for it. All he knows is one minute he was in bed with Evan sleeping next to him and the next he’s on a seaside cliff face and he’s terrified of what his brain is doing to him. He doesn’t remember actually calling for James, but he does remember being wrapped in familiar arms and having a jumper shoved on him. He remembers being on the Potter-Black sofa and remembers James holding a tea cup to his lips because his hands were shaking so violently he couldn’t hold it on his own. He remembers James talking, but he couldn’t understand the words.

He remembers the moment that he finally understood that someone had come for him when he needed them, and they hadn’t left him alone.

He remembers the way that when it finally clicked into place, when he realised that he truly had a Person, that it got just a little bit easier to keep breathing.

If you had told James Potter and Barty Crouch Jr that they would become not only friends, but something deeper than that, back in school, they both would have laughed themselves silly. But now? They are each others Person and that’s a bond that the world ending couldn’t even break.

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how many times do you think sirius checked up on reg using the map after he left? personally i think remus had to confiscate the map because he didnt let anyone use it anymore

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Almost hatstalls that I headcannon as happening (doesn't include actual hatstalls):

Lily- I can see her almost being put in Ravenclaw and the hat deliberating for a good 3 minutes and a half before Lily tells it to hurry up, it ultimately deciding to put her in Gryffindor.

Dorcas- She gives off some Hufflepuff vibes, and the hat only deliberates for about 2 minutes before sorting her in Slytherin because she asked the hat to say the first thing that comes to mind after the 2 minutes.

Sirius- He could've been a Slytherin, in my opinion, and probably would've been if he hadn't met James on the train. Technically, I shouldn't count him as an almost hatstall because, in my opinion, he would've shut down the hat at the mention of the possibility of being a Slytherin sorta like Harry did.

#sirius black #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #marauders #sorting hat #marauders era #marauders headcanon

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The idea of Professor McGonagall being bisexual but only discovering that later in life, after already living a life with a husband (temporarily), then widowed, and I just imagine her looking at Hooch or Pomfrey one day and just thinking, "Merlin, they're really pretty." And then just subconsciously accepting the fact that she likes women as well then completely forgetting about it. Until she finds Marlene crying in the Quidditch changing rooms after a match, and when Marlene tells her that she's going through a rough patch with Dorcas because they need to keep their relationship kinda hidden because of the few but loud bigots. Then, to comfort her, McGonagall literally just says, "You shouldn't hide each other from the world if I had a girlfriend I wouldn't." And Marlene is like, "Wtf you like women?" When McGonagall realises what she's said herself, she freezes for a second but then nods, realising that she's been bi this whole time, but that doesn't change anything, in the same way she thinks the fact that Marlene and Dorcas both being women shouldn't mean that they can't be open about their relationship.

#marauders #professor mcgonagall #marlene mckinnon #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #rolanda hooch #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #mama mcgonagall #mcgonagall x pomfrey #mcgonagall x hooch #marauders headcanon #marauders era

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Sobbing, screaming, throwing up because imagine in a post-war AU where James was a single dad of Harry after Lily was killed by Voldemort and Regulus had gone on to be a pro seeker and was Harry's favorite player and Harry had posters of him and his team all over his walls and one day James dropped the bomb that they had dated while at Hogwarts and Harry loses his shit with excitement and begs to meet him. James convinces Regulus to meet Harry and while Harry is fangirling over Regulus and asking him non-stop questions about quidditch, James and Regulus keep staring at each other and start talking again and a year later Harry is told his idol is gonna live with them and he fucking faints

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More marauders opinions/hcs:

Sirius and Regulus would not like the idea of having kids, at least at first. They would be too scared that they would end up hurting their kids in the way that they were hurt. Although I feel that with enough therapy and time, they would be able to tolerate the idea, albeit extremely fucking scared. But I feel like they would just fold completely when they lay eyes on their kid for the time.

I like the idea of there being a branch of the Black family in every country considering how simple the name is. Like in Germany, they would be called Schwarz, but its still the Blacks, and the same goes for basically every other country in Europe. I think Orion would specifically be from the French branch of the family, but Walburga is from the English branch of the family.

At some point in their third year, Barty, Evan, and Regulus all had a crush on each other, and because of that, they were completely inseparable and developed a co-dependent with each other that persisted even after they got over each other for the most part. Minus Barty and Evan, but in a canon accurate fic, they would have never confessed to each other. In an au, I feel like they tip toe around each for years before either of them admitting it.

I don't like it when fics make Sirius and Regulus hate each other. I don't understand why Regulus would ever hate Sirius for escaping or why Sirius would hate Regulus for not going with him. They were both kids they had no control, Sirius learned how to grasp control earlier than Regulus did, Regulus didn't even know he could ever have control when Sirius seized it and held onto it for dear life. Sirius had finished his journey to gaining freedom when Regulus had only just learned that was a journey he could take as well, but he wasn't ready to embark on it when Sirius asked him to.

Accents. James would have a Scouse accent, no questions asked, same with Marlene because they grew up on the same street imo. Peter has a Mancunian accent because he lived in Manchester for the first 9 years of his life before his family had to move to Liverpool for work. Evan, Regulus, and Sirius speak in an RP accent. Remus has a really hard to understand West Walian accent. Although it eases up a little bit after being at Hogwarts for a few years, it's always stronger after the holidays. Barty has a Glasgow accent, and I will not elaborate. Pandora has a Belfast accent. Dorcas, Lily, and Mary have Essex accents, Lily's is more of the estuary accent as I see her growing up in thurrock, Mary's has the Chelmsford twinge, and Dorcas is like a posh Essex.

#lily evans #james potter #regulus black #black brothers #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #peter pettigrew #the house of black #rosekiller #marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders era

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Some of my marauders opinions that were not asked for:

I don't think they were all gay: like Peter in my head is straighter than straight but not in a homophobic way but in a "I tried being gay out but men just aren't for me," kinda way; also I don't see Pandora as queer to me she's straight and she's always known that so she super comfortable in her sexuality and I definitely see her ending up with Xenophilius in literally every au- Pandaxeno is like the inevitable straight couple in a similar way to how Wolfstar is the inevitable gay couple.

I think the wizarding world wouldn't have been extremely homophobic or misogynistic as a lot of people seem to think, and most of both would come from muggle-borns, I believe, although a fair bit of homophobia would also come from blood supremacists because of the obsession with their blood lines.

I love Jily and Jegulus. However, I don't think both can exist in the same world, especially if the fanfic follows canon. Canon James would never ever date Regulus because of Regulus being a Deatheater and that Regulus would have been very blood supremacist because, in canon, Regulus was there to show what comes of people that follow leaders blindly and to be a direct opposite to Sirius' character. However, in fanon, I like Jegulus quite a lot as long as it doesn't occur while Jily is happening because James would never betray Lily in such a way, especially after pinning after her for so long and then eventually getting the woman of his dreams. Canon accurate Jily lowkey kills me, though, because I know that at some point they're gonna die together for their son even if it doesn't appear in the fic itself but that fact kills me whenever I'm reading a canon accurate Jily fanfic or a fanfic with them as a background ship.

I love the Black brothers being good brothers.

Bartylus is like that one relationship that never should have happened but you can't bring yourself to regret it because you're still friends with them and it was the most valuable learning experience both of you ever had, y'know. So that being said, I like it in fics even if it was a temporary or one-sided kinda thing.

I think people focus too much on the male characters, especially for M/M ships, like I see barely any F/F fics, but I see tons of M/M ships even with the most obscure of pairings. (I'm basically asking for F/F fanfic recommendations.)

I like masc Sirius more than fem Sirius. I don't think Sirius coming from the family he does would ever be extremely feminine even if he hates them. I think he would still have feminine aspects about him, but he would be primarily masculine. In regards to Wolfstar and this opinion, I like the idea that both of them would be masculine and feminine in the their own ways but not necessarily one or the other, and I think to much focus is placed on their being a masc and fem person in a relationship instead of the possibility of two masculine people in a relationship or two feminine people in a relationship. I like the idea that both Sirius and Remus can be masculine and date each other without the need of one of them being inherently more feminine or feeling like one of them should be feminine, y'know.

#marauders #jegulus #barty crouch jr #bartylus #regulus black #jily #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #peter pettigrew #pandaxeno #pandora #xenophilius lovegood #pandora x xenophilius #black brothers #masc sirius #the wizarding world isn't homophobic #marauders headcanon #marauders era

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Why does being trans have to be so hard? Like, I just want to be a normal guy, but I can't be a normal guy, and I will never be the exact same as a cis guy.

1.I can't impregnate people (which is arguably a good thing, but at the same time, I want the possibility of that happening, y'know).

2. I can eventually have surgery to fix the body parts that were forced upon me, but only if I even get enough money for it, and have been on T for at least a year.

3. How do I come out without the fear of my family rejecting me, which would make me feel as though I would have to go no contact. This will make it harder for me to actually get T as well. Like, how am I supposed to explain (if I go on T without coming out) why my voice has gotten deeper or my weight distribution has changed.

There's probably a ton of ther things that make me hate being trans but having no control over it, but I can not be asked to complain that much.

#transgender #i hate this #but i love it #but i want to be normal #ftm