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ok I have other wips I should be working on (I don’t wanna talk about it) what I wanna talk about is black vampire media and Harry Potter

I wanna combine them and talk about discrimination and struggling with your heritage and being in the 70s as a minority

…I’m gonna write it

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Ok which do we like more 

Context: southern gothic black vampire oc x regulus, plot focused on the war and politics and yk regulus figuring his life out and wtv

Undercover vampire joins marauders era Hogwarts to find a family member who its expected was kidnapped by death eaters (friends to lovers)

Or

Regulus gets sent to a prestigious program in America the catch being that he lives w vampires but Voldemort is like well use this to our advantage (enemies to friends to lovers)

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and what if I said Li Fong from the new karate kid movie was giving regulus black🤨 what then-

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Trust Me- Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

Peter doesn’t remember a lot but he remembers enough. He remembers going to the park with his family. He remembers Mary Parker throwing her head back and cackling away with Aunt May and Mrs. Watson. He remembers Uncle Ben and Mr. Watson gathering up MJ and him to tell them stories about how they grew up. Richard Parker sat to the side only speaking to defend his younger self’s actions. MJ and Peter would run around, giggling as they blew bubbles and did their best to convince their parents to let them have a sleepover.

He remembers when suddenly their afternoons in the park or at the library looking at books on astronomy became piling into one of the couple's apartments or the Watson’s condo, pretending not to notice the whispering amongst the adults. He remembers MJ and him continuing to run amok, playing hide and seek in the Watson’s kitchen instead of their favorite playground.  

Peter held a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut tight as he waited for the footsteps to pass. 

“Gotcha!” a voice cried as a little hand reached to lift up the cloth that hid him from sight. A bundle of curly hair ducked down to join him under the table, MJ with a twinkle in her eye and smug smile looked at Peter triumphantly.

 “You cheated!”

 “No, I didn’t-“

“Yes you did! Your eyes were open when you were counting!”

”Nuh uh!”

“YUH-“ Peter’s eyes went wide as MJ slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Shush, I hear…” MJ began to say as Peter noticed heavy footsteps getting closer.

”They aren’t coming here.” He said barely muffled by her hand, only to be shushed again as the steps didn’t pass but instead enter the kitchen.

“Listen Ben, I think you’re going about it wrong-”

”Really I couldn’t tell?” Ben said, knocking on the table as he passed by the fridge.

Richard doesn’t stop, “What if it does run that deep? What if you get caught up in their mess? You’ll get hurt and-” he stopped speaking suddenly. “Peter, Michelle, come out.”

MJ hit Peter with a look far meaner than any six year old should be able to give.

“We can see your iron man shoes, Peter.” Ben said exasperated.  Peter and MJ slowly emerge from the table, “Go play in Michelle's room, yeah?” Richard said, moving to nudge the two out the kitchen.

A month or two later, in the harsh cold of Queens winter, Richard and Mary would drop off Peter with May and Ben.

“We got an important business trip, baby. Real boring adult stuff so you get to stay with May and Ben for the weekend, ok?” Mary said as she fussed with his jacket.  “And bright and early Monday morning we’ll be right back here to pick you up, I promise” she swore, kissing his cheek gently. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and set up in the guest room.”

She lied.

Monday morning came and little Peter was happily eating his Fruit Loops while watching his PBS cartoons when a knock came at the door. Peter leaped off of his chair and dashed to the door only to find Officer Watson and Michelle waiting. Peter's face fell a little before brightening again, “Hi.” 

“Hey, Peter. Is Ben awake yet?”

“I’m right here, Philip.” Ben said, appearing behind Peter. “Peter, go show Michelle the new spoon you got.” 

Peter took Michelle’s hand, dragging her to the kitchen to present the new Iron Man spoon that came with his Fruit Loops. Ben waited for the two to start arguing over who’s spoon was better: Peter’s Iron Man or Michelle’s Captain America before turning his attention to his friend. His friend who was supposed to be working right now, not standing outside his door, “What’s wrong?”

Turned out Philip Watson was in fact working. He was doing his job in informing the last living relatives of Richard and Mary Parker that the couple had passed away in an unfortunate plane crash. 

An unfortunate plane crash that left no survivors.

An unfortunate plane crash that had yet to reach the news.

Ben looked his oldest friend in the face and knew why Philip was the one delivering the news. Not because he was an officer who was available to do so but rather because it was now clear that Richard had been right.

For months Richard had been trying to convince his brother and childhood friend to leave the force like he did. That the corruption ran further down than any of them had imagined. That corruption wasn’t an issue that could be fixed from the inside as they had been so naive to believe when starting this career. 

Now Ben stared at Philip, his brother in everything but blood, and watched as the man who stood up for him his entire life began to cry. Grief and shock began to find home in his stomach as he looked at his friend and distantly heard the giggling of two children. Two children, ignorant to the message that was just sent out to their family. 

Richard Parker tried his best to save his family. First by doing “the right thing” and becoming a police officer. Then by handing in his badge and begging his brothers to do the same. Richard had known something that he wasn’t supposed to. Something that made him turn away. Something that got not only him but his wife and several others killed as mere collateral. 

Of course, Peter didn’t know that then. All six year old Peter was told was that his parents had died in a plane crash and that he would be staying with May and Ben now. 

Peter didn’t understand. He didn’t understand when May and Ben sat him down on the couch and explained it to him. He didn’t understand at the funeral when Michelle refused to leave his side. He didn’t understand until months had passed and suddenly he was no longer just a spectator in his own life. He understood when he looked around his room. Not the guest room, his room. He understood when he noticed how every toy and book he had ever known was now here in May and Ben’s apartment.

Peter was thirteen when he was filled in on the rest and he was thirteen when Uncle Ben died.

Now at sixteen Peter can confidently say somewhere in the mess of all that is when he became what Ned and MJ like to call, “An Overprotective Asshole.”

A sixteen Peter could also confidently say that super strength is… something.

Incredibly valuable when fighting crime, incredibly inconvenient when doing literally anything else.

Peter was proud of how far he’s come since getting his powers, around 80% of the time he had it under control. There were mistakes here and there, for example when May tells him that two vigilantes showed up to tell her that he’s Spider-Man. Let’s say that while this conversation happened Peter was holding a glass of water and reflexively clenched his hands into fists. 

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” 

That would result in Peter being surrounded by broken glass and having shards embedded into his hand. 

Peter sighed, let his head fall back and listened as May rummaged through her supplies to find some tweezers. She came back in some busted flip flops and laid out a towel over the mess for him to step to safety. 

“My hero.” he huffed as he waddled over to where she was standing next to the trash can. He held out his hand and she got to work pulling out the glass from his hand. She was one her twelfth piece when Peter asked, “They didn’t hurt you did they?”

“Nope.”

“Threaten you?”

“Nah. Stay here, I'm going to grab my glasses.” 

“Did they mention anyone else?”

“No, but again they may have just decided not to.” May called back from her room. She came back and started to pick at his hand again. “I imagine if they knew more, they wouldn’t tell me after seeing how I responded to you being Spider-Man.”

“Mhm” he let her continue to clean up his hands for a few minutes before he tilted his head, “Your alarm is going off in the other room. Let me grab my jacket.”

May jolted up, “God damn it.” She ran around the house throwing random shit into her purse. “You don’t have to walk me.” She muttered.

Peter didn’t bother answering that nor the fifty variations May muttered as he jogged with her to the hospital. The second he dropped her off he texted Ned and MJ to meet him at the park near MJ’s house. 29 minutes into hanging off the monkey bars, they walked up to him.

“I love you dude but like a little more of a warning would be nice. You know my Lola likes to know when I’m going out ahead of time.” Ned said as he dropped down onto the bench beside the bars, computer in hand. 

“I know, I know. But this is important.” Peter filled them in on May’s meeting. “The fucking audacity on these people. There are criminals all over New York that they could be stopping or therapists they could be seeing but no instead they show up and fuck with my life.” Peter ranted as he paced on the monkey bars. 

Ned looked disturbed as he opened his MacBook, “If you don’t want people to notice your Spider-Man maybe stop walking all over play structures.” -Peter jumped off the bar silently- “They found May, right after you left, right after she got off work?” 

Peter nodded quickly, putting bobble heads across the globe to shame.

“That is perfect timing. Too perfect. Not only do they know you but also where you live and they know your routines.”

Peter turned towards MJ, “I blame you. You said they wouldn’t be able to find me.”

MJ yawned from where she was trying to gain momentum on the swings, “I said that under the assumption that they only had what you told them to go off of. I didn’t think they were going to go digging to find you. What’s important now is figuring out what you’re going to do in response.”

Peter huffed  and started picking at the mulch,“I need to make sure they don’t tell anyone, obviously.”

Ned hummed unconvinced, “In theory, you shouldn’t be worried about that. I mean if they went searching for you to convince you to stop, then I doubt they're going to sell your address to criminals you know. Kinda counterproductive, to do all that and then just bring the fight to you.”

“Can we all agree it’s safe to assume that if Luke and Jessica know, the other two probably do as well?” Peter asked.

“Well I mean, Daredevil was the one to clock you right. He started this whole mess so I doubt he doesn’t know. And then you said Castle seemed to believe it right? I don’t see why they wouldn’t know.” MJ said slowly as if Peter were a stupid five year old, earning herself a fist full of mulch thrown at her head.

Ned clicked his teeth at the,“ Peter stop with the mulch. What we need is to match the energy. We all have our theories about who Daredevil is, but we agreed to leave it alone cause it was the nice thing to do. Right, MJ?”

The girl shrugged while Peter and Ned shared a look, “MJ, how much digging have you done?”

She tilted her head side to side, “I don’t know. Enough to have a couple of leads.”

She had way more than just a couple of leads.

“MJ, what the fuck is this?” Peter breathed out beside a shell shocked Ned.

The trio had found their way to MJ’s condo just a few blocks away from the park to see MJ’s notes on her “couple of leads”. “It’s just a few notebooks.” 

Ned opened the notebook closest to him with the amount of added pages and notecards glued; it was thicker than a textbook. “MJ, there are at least twenty notebooks here.”, he said as he gently moved the wide cardboard box around to get a good estimate.

“Yeah and this is just Box One. Box Two is in the back of my closet with what will be half of Box Three.” MJ huffed hoping on to her bed.

Peter nodded. It was always best to nod whenever MJ was working so aggressively on something. “How can you afford- how long- what are you telling your parents?”

“Dollar tree, since you started Spider-Man-ing, and my parents don’t care, it's my money and the books are surprisingly cheap.” MJ said as if she didn’t just produce enough information to finally put Manhattan’s most notable vigilantes in jail.

Criminal records, sightings, timelines, known powers, suspected powers, allies, enemies, casualties, common fighting patterns, suspected secret identities, civilians whose prescience overlaps with vigilante work; all of it was here. “MJ…” -Peter sighed genuinely tired- “How the fuck did you get all of this?”

”You’d be shocked to find out how much of this is public information.”

Ned rubbed his forehead aggressively, “We agreed to leave it alone.”

”Technically I didn’t agree to shit, you two agreed and I just stood there.” 

Peter thumped his head against her bookcase, repeatedly.

MJ continued,  “Bitch about it later. What’s important is that I am like eighty-three percent sure I know where we can start tracking down Daredevil.”

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For the first time in what felt like years, Matt felt like his life was going smoothly. Not good and certainly not great, but nothing terrible was actively happening in his personal life and that was better than nothing.

Now, Matt was self-aware enough to know that because things were looking up, something was bound to happen. 

So when he heard a heartbeat coming from inside his apartment, he was mildly concerned. The heartbeat is fast , too fast to be Jones, too fast to be Luke. Matt takes a breath before stepping  inside, and pulling off his coat, “I didn’t know Spider-Man does house calls.”

“Oh, I- I thought that was the new vigilante custom, my apologies.” Peter Parker said from where he was rummaging around in Matt’s pantry. “Go ahead and call up the rest of your group.”

“It may take them a minute.”

“I have time.”

Having found what smells like the graham crackers Foggy left behind, Peter made himself at home on Matt’s couch, flipping through the channels on the small TV Karen insisted Matt needed.

Matt walks into his room and the sound of plastic packaging being ripped open makes him feel all of his thirty-six years. He liked to think that he was relatively fair to the youth; he wasn't one to get aggravated with Foggy’s cousins and nephews for just existing like other adults do. But Peter’s presence in his apartment was making his blood fucking boil.

He takes a deep breath, ‘It's fine’ he thinks to himself quickly sending off texts to the others. It doesn’t even take twenty seconds for his phone to go off, “How the fuck are you so bad that a teenager can find you, Red?” , the automated voice reads out and it takes all Matt's strength not to throw the damn phone out the window.

Twenty minutes later and everyone is in Matt's living room. Luke is quiet as he takes in just how young the kid looks in real life. Micro had provided a photo but it was a couple years dated, definitely pre-superpowers. In the photo the kid looked scrawny, pale, a mop of brown curly hair on his head and big glasses to match his equally big brown eyes. The kid on Murdock’s couch was clearly the same kid, curly hair and yes the same eyes even with the glare he was shooting Frank. But he was less scrawny, more lean and while the photo wasn’t of him standing, he was clearly much taller than he was before.

…he looks like a teenager, Luke wouldn’t even think twice if he saw him in Harlem. 

“How’d you find me?” Matt finally asks as he tries to take away the flask Jessica starts to pull from her coat.

Peter smacked his lip, “Believe it or not, Micro isn’t the only one who can find people.” Snapping another cracker in half he continued, “I was going to show up to his house to really catch your attention, but he has a family so I decided to be nice.” Peter shrugged as if he was just asked about homework and not the address of someone the authorities couldn’t even track down. 

“Share my location with anyone?” 

The kid had the nerve to shrug again. “Not yet. But if I see any of you near my aunt again, I’ll leak enough information to get all of you sent to the Raft permanently.”

Jessica didn’t even flinch- now pulling out a second flask hidden in her coat much to Matt’s disappointment- “Yeah? And what happens when they decide to throw you in there with us, Spider-Kid?”

The kid's face broke into a genuine smile, all teeth and dimples in view, “I know a guy.”

Frank doesn’t like that at all, “You trying to tell me someone with that much weight in the government knows you’re a kid and has just been sitting on that info? Someone you think you can trust?” He turns to look out to the neon billboard, “Let me tell you kid, they are just waiting to use you. They've been trying to make another Captain America since the guy went in the ice and you think they just let you exist?” 

Peter can practically feel the look Luke and Jessica share. The moment they told Ned about Peter’s ability, he immediately started working on finding all the unreleased info on what exactly happened with the two adults. It looks months to get through all the security, only to find that the scientists were so damn paranoid they didn’t even write their shit down. But even that was enough to know that the two were considered “failed experiments”, closely monitored but quiet enough to let it slide…at least unless Peter decides to point it out. 

“I would love to see them try and stop me.” 

This kid. “You been to the Smithsonian recently?”

The brat starts eating again, “Uh huh.”

“You see what they did to Isaiah Bradley?” 

The kid flinched. Good.

“Paint him like a good soldier, huh? War veteran turned willing lab Guinea pig. You’re smart enough to realize it's bulllshit. Bradley had one of the best records and they still tortured him for thirty years and he doesn’t even have a fraction of your ability.” 

“That’s enough.” Luke said. “You can’t keep doing this. What? Go to school all day, do your homework till it gets dark and then stay up all night roaming the streets? What happens when you get hurt?”

The kid rolled his eyes and started picking at the small tears in Matt's couch, “I have enhanced healings, at most takes me like six hours to get back up to speed. And lets just say I do quit yeah? All the people I save end up getting hurt, everyone knows all the supers are in Manhattan. I am all we've got out here, crime would spike so bad the good cops would be overrun immediately.”

”Their job is to cope with it.” Matt said clearly unamused. 

“Rich coming from you.” Peter said looking at him with the most distinct what-the-fuck look.

”I’m not a minor.”

“Yeah we can tell. Getting real slow with your punches, Daredevil, must be the old age. Also, you all are talking about me, aging to let you handle it. What? Like how you’re handling Fisk?”

The room was silent. Two months into Fisk’s mayorship and the Anti-Vigilante Task Force was in full swing. The citizens were sick of it, everyone was expecting the vigilantes to come back ten ties harder and get those vicious cops off their streets, but it had been practically silent. Except for Queens. The Task Force were in the borough for all of two days before Spider-Man beat the shit out of them for trying to stop him from aiding in a hostage situation. All the hostages were rescued unharmed and the perpetrators were expected to spend five months in the hospital. The Task Force hasn’t stepped into Queens since and Fisk refused to speak on it.

At that point the civilians had been trying to give the vigilantes the benefit of the doubt as to why they weren’t doing anything about Fisk. But for Spider-Man, the newest of the vigilantes to handle the situation quicker than Daredevil? Harlem’s Hero? The Punisher? 

The people of New York aren’t very happy with their vigilantes right now.

“Yeah, exactly.” Peter pointed at Matt “You put him in jail; he got out.” He turned to Frank, “You’re over here judge, jury, executioner and yet when people are being wrongfully convicted and beaten in the streets by the police.” Peter looked around mockingly. “You-” he rounded on Jessica “you aren’t in the streets as much as us bt ou had a pretense underground. Nowadays people got give a fuck, they set up their trafficking rings, blatantly commit crimes and just walk around.” He turned to Luke “…your own community is turning its back on you, on all of you. And you want me to stop? Abandon the people like how you all did? That stupid warehouse was the first time you’ve even sighted in months, years,I-“ he cut himself off.

Yeah, Peter was tired. Sure, it’d be nice to go to school and come home and Ned do homework, sleep, and repeat. But everyday there is someone screaming for help and no response unless Peter shows up. 

“I’m not arguing about this anymore, cause at the end of the day you won't do shit. You’re not going to tell anyone and you’re not going to hurt me. What you are going to do is leave my family alone.” The kid became deadly serious, “I can’t have vigilantes hanging out on the rooftops near my apartment. I can’t have you in my apartment. Can’t have you near my aunt or my friends or Delmar’s or my school or anywhere else. Stay out of Queens, keep my name out your mouths. Because if you harass my aunt or bring people to my home-“ he stopped. 

Jessica has seen a lot of hurt kids. What with work and work. This kid wasn’t all that different. Fist clench, back straight, head down, fair covering his face, voice trembling like he’s physically resisting the urge to lash out. Angry kids were easy to deal with normally, angry kids that could throw her through a wall (probably multiple walls) were not. A quick glance at Frank and Luke told her that they were on the same thought. 

The kid walked to the door, steps purposefully measured, he opened the door, “Stay away.” He walked out, closing the door with a quiet click.

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….hey….hey…how y’all doing

I’m back, a lot of shit happened where I couldn’t get into my accounts but we’re back and we’re back with content. Specifically for Harry Potter and the Necromancer -my re-write of the series (starting from POA)- I have the entirety of POA outlined and ready to be written and book 4 is in the works.

For those that don’t know, the story will essentially follow American transfer student Willow Blake who is *surprise surprise* a Necromancer - very dangerous very scary very unnerving for wizarding society - and how she influences the story (I’m telling you now a lot of plot shit is going to change but yk the prophecy stays the same- don’t worry bout it

I’m going to try a flesh out side characters ( the other kids in Harry’s year from all the houses, Cedric, Cho, the slytherin parents, teachers, etc) so if you’re into that, check it out.

Harry x willow, wolfstar for sure, not sure about the other ships we’ll see as we go (strong and realistic golden trio friendship- they’re 13 let’s be real).

OH WAIT- a few months ago I’ve already wrote 5 chapters hindsight 20/20 these chapters are not my best work-especially as I’ve taken/taking a writing class recently- and I just much prefer the version I have now. So those will be deleted and the story will start fresh. I’m looking to delete and start posting soon

so yeah that’s the update; ALSO thank y’all so much for the love, such a nice suprise to see so many likes, follows and reblogs thank you thank you thank you I hope to keep y’all satisfied.

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Please the added tags are fucking hilarious (watch me find some way to work that into a fic one day)

Strong emotions prompt the compulsion to turn into your animagus form when you have just recently achieved becoming an animagi. 

Sirius gets super excited and all of a sudden there's a massive dog doing that excited leaned back stance dogs do, shaking its tail, practically vibrating with excitement. Peter makes a really good joke while the Marauders are studying in the library and Sirius falls out his chair laughing, then there's a dog barking excitedly which the rest of the Marauders need to hide from Madam Pince.

Out of fear or anxiety Peter pops into a rat. The Marauders are preparing a prank and they're standing in the middle of the hallway just waiting for the prank to go into motion when they hear McGonagall coming around the corner only for her to find three out of the four boys standing in a semi-circle…around a rat…weird. James is trying to hype up Peter to ask the girl he has a crush on only for Peter to turn the second that he sees her out of straight up social anxiety. The boys send an absurd amount of time carrying around rat form-Peter in their bags or pockets to make sure he doesn’t get trampled on.

Scaring James is not allowed. This was discovered when ,you know, for some harmless fun Sirius decides to scare James and Remus upon entering the dorm only for James to turn into Prongs and ram Remus into the ground. It took two hours for the boys to: calm James enough to stop running around/tearing up the room, calm him enough to turn back into a human, and clean up the mess. James was very apologetic towards Remus who just sat on the floor for the past hour hoping not to get trampled and knocked on his ass again.

Remus finds all of it very amusing.

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Sometime I forget how much I know about Harry Potter (it is one of my oldest hyperfixations)

Like I'm going through youtube looking for a new video essay to watch and I found one and it’s a very long video discussing all the problems in Harry Potter. And as a Harry Potter fan and a Marauders fan etc etc I can confidently say there are a bunch of issues with the books. From not-so-subtle racism and stereotyping, ableism, to stupid worldbuilding choices, to plot holes etc etc this story is not perfect at all (and as a like quadruple minority I am not okay with it at all and the dozens of headcanons and rewrite that fix the issues listed above(or at the very least fucking address them cause what-) are the ONLY reason why I put up with it. )

But I have consumed so much Pottermore/Wizarding World articles, and read so many extra books like Fantastic Beasts and Quidditch Through the Ages and engaged so much with the fandom that like the plot holes mean nothing to me. Like I was reading through the comments and some said smth like Oh Mould on the Wold is a wizarding village and I’m like no technically Hogsmead is like the only all wizarding village in britain and there is another comment where they are like “a phoenix only gives one feather and that doesn’t make sense given how many wands must have phoenix feathers’ and its like no not really when you consider that phoenix wands are very rare and that the whole one feather per phoenix thing isn’t actually true its just that Fawkes specifically only ever gave two feathers making those two feathers and Fawkes very unique….

BUT LIKE to people who haven’t dedicated their entire life to reforming this fuck ass story in their head that like what? Idk man it’s just nothing tells reminds me that I’ve spent so much of my life in this fandom like internacting with normal people who don’t have everything fucking memorized, analyzed, and reformed in their head. 

(That said though like the way (some of)  this fandom has developed to have space for minority groups to acknowledge the issues in the story and to rewrite the story to make it more inclusive is my favorite thing)

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Yk who i've become weirdly emotionally attached to through fanfiction?

…Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

Like that is mama and papa. I blame The Unexpected Malfoy, Like Brothers and The Missing Sister but I just love them so much. Like I can not tolerate purely evil, unrelenting blood purist Malfoys anymore. I need nuance. I need some form of remorse. I need morally grey. I need family first.

I need Draco first. 

(This is my way of asking for recs on more fics that have grey or good Narcissa and Lucius. I love them so much.)

I ALSO CANT STAND WHEN LUCIUS DIES! FUCK-

God fanfiction is so crazy why am I emotionally attached to good father figure Lucius Malfoy-

Ugh I love complex Malfoys 

(i also love strong friendships between the slytherins in general anyway i'm done thanks for listening)

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I love haikyu so much. Like it is my favorite anime. Character development, loveable relatable characters, no plot armor in the best way possible, emotional and comedic moments, great animation (90% of the time (we all have our off days shut up)), rewarding payoffs- just everything I could ask for honestly. Just so much fun.

The only anime I can sit and watch like watch watch. Love it so damn much I went ahead and read the manga cause I could fucking wait for the newest seasons/movie to come out. I remember sitting in my fucking Spanish class trying to hold back tears during the Nekoma game AND when Hinata got sick. Like that doesn’t happen to me, I’m not a cry type person but this show perpetually has me fucked up.

I just fucking love that show so much.

(This is my way of letting yall know to expect more haikyu content because I have lots of ideas I’ve just been holding onto throughout the years. Please please please with a cherry on top send in any ideas yall have whether you want me to expand on them or just to share- let me know.)

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Strong emotions prompt the compulsion to turn into your animagus form when you have just recently achieved becoming an animagi. 

Sirius gets super excited and all of a sudden there's a massive dog doing that excited leaned back stance dogs do, shaking its tail, practically vibrating with excitement. Peter makes a really good joke while the Marauders are studying in the library and Sirius falls out his chair laughing, then there's a dog barking excitedly which the rest of the Marauders need to hide from Madam Pince.

Out of fear or anxiety Peter pops into a rat. The Marauders are preparing a prank and they're standing in the middle of the hallway just waiting for the prank to go into motion when they hear McGonagall coming around the corner only for her to find three out of the four boys standing in a semi-circle…around a rat…weird. James is trying to hype up Peter to ask the girl he has a crush on only for Peter to turn the second that he sees her out of straight up social anxiety. The boys send an absurd amount of time carrying around rat form-Peter in their bags or pockets to make sure he doesn’t get trampled on.

Scaring James is not allowed. This was discovered when ,you know, for some harmless fun Sirius decides to scare James and Remus upon entering the dorm only for James to turn into Prongs and ram Remus into the ground. It took two hours for the boys to: calm James enough to stop running around/tearing up the room, calm him enough to turn back into a human, and clean up the mess. James was very apologetic towards Remus who just sat on the floor for the past hour hoping not to get trampled and knocked on his ass again.

Remus finds all of it very amusing.

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There is overlap in these traits but when it comes to their thing, their niche.

James Sirius is the artist (in every sense and medium)

Albus Severus is the academic

Lily Luna is the athlete

James was the kid to draw on the walls. His paint hand prints were everywhere. Used the pots and pans as a drum set until Harry bought him one of his own and set it up in an extra room. The room quickly became filled with loads of instruments, so many that they eventually expanded the interior of the room. The room had instruments, paints, markers, canvases, posters, fake walls to be spray painted on, a recording area, shelves to be filled with vinyls, sketchbooks, and journals. He writes novels, short stories, and poems. He knits and crochets (Molly for sure taught him). He creates and paints pottery. Anything creative James has a hand in it.

Albus Severus who is so incredibly book smart. Starts reading absurdly young. Cares so much about learning about all there is to know that Ravenclaw is a genuine consideration of where he should be placed. Spent almost all his time growing up outside looking to the stairs for Astronomy studies. Loves to be babysat by Neville because Neville has an amazing greenhouse and is always willing to explain what every plant is, its properties and how it's used most frequently. And then in the muggle world (because I’m a firm believer that Harry makes his kids go to muggle school) number one student, the one kids go to whenever the teacher is busy. Doesn’t really have a best subject but he likes Math and Science the most. 

Lily Luna does every sport, every damn one. In her pre-k some girl is talking about gymnastics and Lily is like “I want to do that” and Harry is already used to giving into his kids creative endeavors so he immediately signs her up and she is a natural. Then it just expands, she is on almost every single team that her school offers. Swim, track, cross-country, volleyball, skating (ice and you know regular skateboarding), snowboarding, softball, american football, soccer, every single sport. From the age of 4 every single week the entire Potter family is at some sort of competition or showcase to support the baby of the family. Quidditch isn’t even a question, girl is one of the -if not the- most successful Chaser to come out of Hogwarts.

All of them are very successful in their fields, the Potters have several display cases of trophies, ribbons and plaques with all their names. And while they are all talented in parts of each other's fields, its very select you know? James is a chaser and Albus is a seeker, and considered two of the best of this era in Hogwarts. Albus sketches the plants that he discusses in his notes, and Lily has been known to doodle on her essays. And Lily and James are considered some of the best of their years. All of them are very powerful and talented but they dominate- no competition- in their respective fields.

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Thinking about Fleamont adopting…basically any and every child in need of guidance.

Very “We may not know each other but if you ever need help, I’m here.” energy.

Like people always talk about Euphemia being everyone's mother and I agree 100% but Monty??

Don’t play with him.

They’re in Diagon Alley and a sales associate is being really just underhanded while talking to Remus and all of a sudden Remus just feels two massive heavy hands on his shoulders and Monty just starts tearing into worker, making incredibly specific but accurate reads into who they are as a person until they look like they’re going to cry. Once he feels satisfied he just steers Remus away, bringing him back to the others, not even bringing up the interaction that they just had.

They’re all at Slughorn's party and some high member of a subsect of the ministry makes a comment about how impressive it is that Mary and Lily are so talented given their “backgrounds” and Fleamont is just like, “What do you mean by that?” The person sputters some incomprehensible nonsense before excusing themselves hurriedly. The second they’re gone Fleamont turns to the girls telling them that if the situation is safe to do so that they should never let people speak to them in such a manner, “When that happens and no one says anything, they grow comfortable. Never let them be comfortable.” Even though he speaks softly as to not be overheard by god knows who, his tone carries enough weight for the message to stick with the girls for the rest of their lives. 

James would come and complain how his friends are being treated; how Sirius is crushed under expectations, how Remus (despite being the most competent person his knows) may never get a job, how Lily and Mary are always spoken down to, how Marlene and Dorcas get treated like shit by half the school since going public and how everything just isn’t right. 

And Fleamont would listen, he would listen as his son goes on and on about the injustices of the world and how he can’t understand, why and how? Fleamont feels a little crushed as he hears his son's voice crack as he asks his father for answers that Fleamont knows he can’t give. He and Euphemia tried their best to raise their son to be aware of the issues of the world. And he was aware, he just didn’t know. There are some things that one just has to witness to truly comprehend.

And so Fleamont is honest. “Why? Well, wizarding kind has built itself off of expectations, rules, standards that are meant to uplift our kind and keep us safe. And so that is, what many believe, to be the root of the issues you present. Sirius has so many, too many, expectations placed on him because his family fears the unknown of abandoning the expectations, rules and standards that their ancestors placed however many years ago. Wizards decided centuries ago that werewolves were dangerous and have kept that standard. They also set the standard that old magic, family magic, is superior therefore muggleborns get treated as if they are inferior. The entire standard of old magic comes from the idea of magic being passed down parent to child parent to child through “natural” births and so Marlene and Dorcas may never be treated in a far manner, for where you and I see a happy healthy couple, others see opportunities for magical improvement through magical marriages -and children- ending.”

Cue James adamantly stating how everything his father said is bullshit with no backing. Fleamont calms James down enough to explain to that as high society pureblood men, they have an obligation to those around them to speak up in places that those with less standing aren’t able to. 

Fleamont is an absolute menace in Wizengamot. The Potter family is a gray family, but when it comes to social matters, that man is on the dark family's necks. 

A dark family will propose a new law and give a long winded speech -that is just fear mongering at its finest- only for Monty to speak up at the end to swiftly rebuke every single point that they brought up. 

Why? Because he refuses to allow people to turn the world that his son and his children-in-arms live in into a world of fear. 

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Something I like to think about is like black Hermione and desi Harry not letting Draco breathe.

Like if he even huffs at them its just me with “IS IT CAUSE IM BLACK/BROWN?!” and every damn time it makes Draco sweat.

Blaise will sometimes chime in with “Yeah, bro stop being racist, I know I’m your token black friend but-” and Draco just looks mortified.

Everyone knows that Draco isn’t racist, the way he’s sent people to hospital wing for the shit they say about Blaise and Pansy is enough evidence, but it's funny to see how the wind immediately leaves his sails as his eyes widen astronomically.

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Jegulily but like…ok stick with me. So Lily and Regulus are like friend of a friends through Snape. So like itting in the library together, walking to the Great Hall together but like Severus is always between Lily and Regulus so their just bickering over him and he’s just like “...enough.” And over the years they grow to tolerate each other and become legitimate friends but they still bicker. And it becomes a situation where flirty friends who fight but like don't ever insinuate that they're flirting because then they'll both just stare at you until you're uncomfortable and you leave. 

MEANWHILE James is still flirting heavily with Lily and like he has his eye on Regulus too but like way more lowkey yk. And he’s a little jealous of Regulus and a little jealous of Lily. Maybe Lily and Regulus have kissed before and gone to Slughorn's parties together, you know, completely platonically no sir, not a date date. But as the years pass James pulls himself together and starts to know Lily as Lily and not just the girl of his dreams and Lily starts to think that he’s not all that bad. James and Lily start dating and Regulus is fine with it, you know. And like genuinely fine with it, mainly because… he was here before James and he’ll be here after James.

 Bro genuinely doesn’t think that they’ll last, places a bet with Severus that they won’t last till Christmas….

Chritstmas passes and bro’s eye is twitching. And it's not like Lily would ever throw Regulus to the side like that's her friend. And Regulus has always kind of talked shit about James, like any good friend does about their friend's partner. But Lily never thought that Regulus may legitimately like her.

She tells James as much, that no her and Regulus were never together or anything of the such and that she’d really appreciate it if the two of them could get along. James, trying to be a good boyfriend, agrees and starts acknowledging Regulus more frequently than before. (What boyfriend hasn’t tried to at least win over their girlfriend's best friends, and he sure as hell isn’t going to win over Severus so he might as well try with Regulus). 

Cue snippy remarks and blank stares on Regulus’s behalf. Regulus has a long list of reasons to not like James Potter including but not limited to: dating my friend (who he most definitely doesn’t have feelings for) despite the fact that he was rejected for several years and lowkey taking over his position as Sirius’s brother.

In every relationship that Regulus cares about it seems that it's destined that the other person has some connection to James Potter. It doesn’t matter that he’s rebuilt his connection to Sirius and it doesn't matter that Lily stays by his side, Regulus can’t help but be a little peeved whenever James is brought up.

Days pass and despite Regulus refusing to give James the time of day, the boy refuses to stop yapping his ear off about whatever is on his mind. Maybe his favorite food was served in the Great Hall, maybe he aced his Transfiguration exam, maybe he’s really pleased with his Quidditch teams performance, it doesn’t matter James is going to tell Regulus. To James’ credit he does always ask for Regulus’ opinion or thoughts, it's not his fault that Regulus doesn't respond.

Regulus has witnessed for years how persistent James could be but now with the efforts being toward him, he just doesn’t know how to act. Initially the plan was to ignore it, ignore him until he gave up, crawling back to Lily to whine about how rude Regulus was treating him. But it has been just over two weeks and the man refuses to back down. Not a day has gone by without James spending at least five minutes having a one-sided conversation with Regulus. Lily is frequently there to witness them, smiling softly looking between the boys waiting for Regulus to crack and respond with anything. 

But she isn’t there all the time, actually she isn’t there most of the time. James continues to go up to Regulus, out of his own volition. He has done more than enough to qualify as “trying”. 

And that is what gets Regulus, that is what starts the small fractures in his frosty attitude. After a certain point he realizes James isn’t talking to him out of obligation, if that were the case he would have given up a week ago, he’s talking to him to get to know him. Because James knows that he is going to have to share Lily with Regulus. Both of them have been very clear that Regulus is not leaving her life anytime soon, just as Lily doesn’t expect him to stop hanging around his friends either. 

James and Regulus form a friend of a friend relationship through Lily. Severus refuses to be around James (their beef has settled enough for him to not take Lily’s relationship with James as a personal affront but he will not be in the same space as James if he can help it). So now its James, Lily and Regulus walking around Hogwarts together bickering. James and Regulus arguing about Quidditch and what type of wizarding dessert is the best and other niche pureblood nonsense that Lily doesn’t care about. 

Lily and Regulus' non-flirting never really went away, cause why should it? Its not flirting and its gotten to the point where James has picked up on the rhythm and flow of the non-flirting and has joined in himself. The first time he added to the non-flirting Regulus choked aggressively and Lily had to reassure James through her laughter that no, he didn’t fuck up, actually he did perfectly and he should continue to do so.

Lily picked up on the underlying crush that the boys were developing for each other almost immediately and seeing James and Regulus grow to be...friends helped her accept that she herself held feelings for both boys as well.

She talked to James first given that he’s her boyfriend. The conversation was flustering undoubtedly but very honest as Lily refused to leave anything unspoken and risk room for miscommunication. Then Lily went to Regulus, James wanted to come with but Lily was scared that Regulus wouldn’t be willing to be as open with James as he was with her. Regulus was taken aback and initially in denial about the whole thing, but Lily refused to leave until he could look her in the eye and confidently say that he didn’t love her. 

Needless to say he couldn’t.

Jegulily.

Do you see the vision??

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Ok so Matt uses his senses (and other information that he’s gathered) to tell if people are lying… but doesn’t that fall into the same trap of a polygraph test? Like- what is the logic here? Cause right now in my head he’s just a glorified polygraph test (lovingly) but like it doesn’t feel like Matt to dictate whether or not someone is telling the truth (and potentially a criminal that he’s gonna beat the shit out of) based of an incredibly accurate polygraph test. Because polygraph tests measure your pulse, sweat etc etc to judge whether or not you're lying but its not 100%, dykwim? Idk I’m reading some comics and it's hitting me that I’ve never actually sat down and thought about the mechanics of his abilities.

Idk maybe im missing something please let me know if I am-

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the black family tree is actually making me tweak out

like- i was looking at it and say arcturus black is arthur weasleys grandfather and sat here like "that can't be right" 😦 SURE ENOUGH IT WAS A DIFFERENT ARCTURUS BLACK- like dawg there are trillions of stars PICK A DIFFERENT NAME

(i do acknowledge like different in canon and out of canon reasons for this but its such bs cause i genuinely sat her for like 2 minutes like nah this cant be)

ALSO (according to the tree im looking at) both arcturus blacks were alive at the same time....cut the cameras

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The Cruor family, known for their smooth dark skin, black curls and hazel eyes should have been one of the most, if not the most, respected family across the magical globe. And they would be if not for the sharp canines that were exposed with every charming smile given. 

Yes, the Cruor family was noble and ancient in the most literal sense, several members being older than most wizarding families, a feat impressive to even other vampiric families. But the name went largely unknown outside of the vampiric community and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. 

So, when Philip Cruor was told by his wife, Imani Cruor, that not only Gethsemane Prickle, but also Albus Dumbledore, were at the Cruor Estates gate, his eye gave an involuntary twitch.

Gethsemane Prickle wasn’t a frequent visitor of the Cruor Estate (why Prickle wouldn’t visit one of the most prominent families in her department, Philip could never understand) and Albus Dumbledore was a frequent visitor of the Estate. 

An unwanted visitor but a visitor all the same.

black vampires in harry potter, thoughts?

also the tags are for characters that i plan to be incredibly important