Imagine This:

Y'all, what happened to Emmeline Vance, or however her name is spelt, like did we just up and forget about her existence, like I swear she use to be in marauder fan fiction but she just up and dipped. 😭😭

Justice for Emmeline ✊️

rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖

Rosekiller that casually rest their hand on the others crotch. Like, they will be sitting together, and Evan will wrap an arm around Barty's waist and end with his hand cupping Barty's crotch. And Barty, in return, will snuggle in close, placing his hand on Evan’s crotch, without even meaning to (some of the time), it was just to keep his balance.

Evan, whenever they do this, will always cup Barty and Barty always without fail, will close his legs around Evans' hand so he can't leave.

Most of the time, it isn't even a sexual thing, it's their own form of casual intimacy.

We all know the trope of Remus being everyones gay awakening, so I propose the following:

Regulus and Sirius compete for his affection, and the competition is HARD.

They both approach it in their own ways.

Regulus with (book) shopping and calm dates in a tea shop, where they talk until the shop closes. If Remus looks at one single thing for too long, Regulus will buy it for him and ignore all protests. He spoils his little (tall) werewolf.

Sirius is more adventurous, showing Remus (mostly magical, sometimes just pretty) spots in the wild while making sure the hike isn't too exhausting or difficult, trying to coax Remus out of his shell when they go out to different public places ("I feel like everyone is staring at me." - "As they should, you are gorgeous and hot and if I didn't like this place so much, I would fuck you right here.")

But the tension between the brothers is rising, often hissing and spitting poison at each other.

And at one point Remus has enough, because he loves likes both of them too much.

"If you can't learn to share, none of you will have me."

It was a bit weird at first, but at the same time it helped the Blacks become close again, bonding over their love for Remus and finding back to the close bond they had as children.

They even agreed that Remus should marry Regulus, so if something should happen to the brothers he would be taken care of, as Sirius has almost nothing to his name and nobody would dare to mess with the husband of Lord Black.

It might be a weird constellation, but it works for them.

Oh dear gods, oh dear gods, oh dear gods!

REMUS BLACK USING HIS MAIDEN NAME WHILE TEACHING IN HOGWARTS!!!

And all students are completely confused why no Slytherin dares to act up in his class, mock him or play pranks on him.

No, they are even PROTECTING Professor Lupin, any student that tries something feels the collective wrath of House Slytherin.

One brave Ravenclaw, after thousands of theories started floating around, asks their Slytherin friend why.

The blank stare speaks of a traumatic experience.

"Because one time, before we knew, a Slytherin caused his cane to slip and him to fall. He was laughing, his husband wasn't. That summer every single one of us got chewed out for humiliating the husband of Lord Black. Lord Black himself was so 'kind' to give us some 'lessons on proper behaviour'."

The shudder and glassy eyes were sign enough that nobody wanted to know what happened during those lessons.

(Regulus had and would never seriously harm children, no matter if physically or psychologically, but some humility was never wrong. Remus was laughing his ass off the entire time.)

here's some more unsolicited adult advice as someone in her 30s who knows there are a lot of twenty somethings and teens that follow her: if you're trying to build a new habit you really want, and are struggling, you have to break it down to the smallest building block possible. If you're failing, you haven't thought small enough. I know it's possible to hear stories of people who just snapped into new life mode one day by "just deciding", but truly what's happening there is a confluence of events and experiences that force the brain into some sort of epiphany. You cannot will an epiphany. It'll never work. For most times of your life, you will need to build habits intentionally, and that means not working against yourself and to set micro goals. like laughably tiny goals. because once that easy tiny goal is met, you can build off it, tiny goal after tiny goal until you reach your big goal.

so for example, if you want to be a morning person that gets up at ass crack dawn so that you can work out, eat brekkie, shower, and get to work at a leisurely pace, and you're not that person because you will hit your snooze button 800 times, you have to get the big picture goal out of your head. think smaller. "I want to get up 15 minutes earlier than I normally do." If you can't do that, make it 5 minutes. "I want to cook breakfast every day" hell no too big. "I want to eat something, anything, before I leave the house" hell yeah, fantastic. When you go to the grocery store to make sure there are things in the house for breakfast, if you keep buying bagels and microwave sandwiches that you ignore, you gotta think smaller. SMALLER. What's something so easy to eat that you'll never say no to. Is it a yogurt? Is it a handful of grapes? Is it a hostess ho ho? is it hot cheetos? FORGET the big picture of the fantasy put-together woman preparing a full nutritious meal that you'd be proud to admit to. Think only of the smallest goal you can achieve. If you know you can't say no to an ice cream sandwich, put a ton of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer and have one for breakfast every day until it's so instilled in you that you gotta get up to eat something you can start diversifying.

It sounds like, from the lack of habit place, that must take forever. But really it doesn't take too long to form the habit once the discipline kicks in. the trick is that you have to give your brain something easy to become disciplined to. If it's too hard, think easier and smaller. No one has to know. Literally no one in the gd world has to know that for 4 weeks when you were 22 you had an ice cream sandwich for breakfast every day. who cares. If it gets you eating oatmeal with fresh fruit in a few months who cares. you did it, yay. smaller, easier. if you can't do it, think smaller and easier. smaller!! EASIER!!! You are not thinking smaller and easier enough. break your brain thinking how small and easy you can go. SMALLER. EVEN SMALLER, SIS.

My contribution to @fluffbruary 2025 I don't know if I'll do another day, and this is technically a day late, but here it is.

Day 1

I used dark and wander, but it ended up having a mind of its own.

Words: 550

Ship: Neil x Todd

There were just some things about Neil that Todd would never be able to understand about him. Like how he was able to light an entire room up and make the most boring topics some of the most interesting and many more things he found himself cherishing anyway, which is why he found himself wandering through the woods in the middle of the night with Neil clinging to his arm, which Todd could just make out he was beaming from the way the moonlight was hitting his face.

‘Neil, baby, where are we going?’ Todd asked, placing a gentle kiss to his neck when they suddenly stopped in a clearing. Neil looked just as lost as Todd was feeling but he still had the brightest smile on his face that continued to melt Todd into a puddle, like it always did. ‘I don’t know.’ Neil replied through a breath, his voice sounding higher pitched and airier than usual, that Todd couldn’t help himself from laughing as he brought Neil into a kiss. The moon went behind the clouds plunging them both into darkness, he felt Neil tense slightly, uncomfortable being in complete darkness, but Todd just kissed him again wrapping his arms around Neil’s waist and pulling him in close. Neil, predictably, was soothed instantly melting against Todd, one of his hands shyly making its way into his hair while the other wrapped around his neck.

There was something about kissing that always made Neil so incredibly shy, it was something that Todd had always been the one to initiate. Todd guessed that he should have seen that one coming Neil being a person who would be flushed for several minutes after being the one to give Todd a kiss on the cheek, whose favourite movie was Bambi and hid himself from the on screen kiss in sleeping beauty when they went to see it in cinema. Any other physical contact though was a different story, Neil thrived on hugs and cuddles, hand holding the works. It was something that Todd probably should have seen coming as well, and it was a trait of Neil’s that always made Todd’s cheeks burn a bright pink. Neil has always been a tactile person, always leaning on their friends, asking for hugs and sneaking into Todd's bed for cuddles during the night.

Todd found himself gently swaying them to the soft breeze of the wind through the trees, just kissing Neil and holding him close with all the love he could possibly express, coming nowhere near to the amount he actually felt for the other boy. This. This was the life. This was everything Todd could have ever asked for. Neil was everything he could have ever asked for and more. And as Todd kissed Neil that little bit deeper, moving a hand up to Neil’s cheek so he could feel the blush coating the other boy's cheeks, he couldn’t stop smiling. Neil was his everything, Todd never thought he had anything, but now, against all odds, he has everything. This perfect boy was all his, this perfect boy he would wander to the end of the world for, this perfect boy that had managed to consume his entire life in all the right ways.

His perfect boy.

A Barty and James, as brothers, AU has been circling in my head and has been scratching my brain just right.

Like those big brown eyes, soft, messy black hair, defined jaws, the tan, the bad eyesight (that Barty refuses to admit he has).

Just the way James would be the best big brother and help an Italian Barty to learn English, because his mother knew very little and Sr refuses to teach him or get him help to learn.

Just the hugs, the screaming matches, the emotional stunted mess that is Barty, James holding Barty together when he isn't quite sure what's real. James helping Barty through his depressive episodes, Barty grounding James when he needs it most, helping him get his head out the clouds.

Barty screaming and crying on the Potter's front doorstep for his brother when he could feel himself literally snapping in two from the abuse he has been put under.

Effie thinking she would never have to ever see the product of Fleamont's disloyalty (that they had spent ages working through to get back to where they are now) only to find herself immediately thinking of Barty as her son.

The cuddles.

Barty still becoming a death eater and is unsure why James doesn't hate him. James just wants to see Barty happy and he knows that that is with Evan.

James praying to everything he could think of and performing protection rituals to make sure that his little brother survives the war. He would never be able to look at himself again if something happened and he hadn't tried to do anything.

Barty not fighting Azkaban because he literally has nothing to live for anymore, except maybe some revenge.

Everyone thinking Barty is crying out of fear when he gets sentenced to the dementors' kiss when really they are of happiness because he is just so over it, he wants James, and Evan, and Regulus. And he wants a fucking hug.

The amount of brain power that I had to use to do all the mental calculations of birthdays, and headcannons and how long Remus is pregnant for, was actual insane but I have a list of names.

Thank you to @read-reblog-repeat , @toburnawitch , @mexicanpadfoot , and @the-neptune-system for the name segestions. I've tried to include them as much as possible

Baby 1, Sirius look alike:

Name: Leo Sirius Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: 31st of October 1980

Conceived on the day Harry was born

Baby 2, James look alike:

Name: Polaris Remus Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: August 31st 1981

Conceived mid July

“A peg that holds the world together.”

Baby 3, Peter look alike:

Name: Ceres Hope Bllu

Born: Female

Birthday: May 3rd 1982

Conceived on Remus’ birthday

Trans ftm, figures it out at around 10-12

Baby 4, Barty look alike:

Name: Atlas Regulus Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: April 15th 1985

Conceived early January

Baby 5, Lily look alike:

Name: Lucida Minerva Bllu

Born: Female

Birthday: December 11th 1985

Conceived early September

Baby 6, Lily look alike:

Name: Diana Poppy Bllu

Born: Female

Birthday: December 11th 1985

Conceived early September

Baby 7, Remus look alike:

Name: Ajax Peter Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: September 22nd 1986

Time: 11:47pm

Conceived at the end of April

Baby 8, Remus look alike:

Name: Alphard Lilian Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: September 22nd 1986

Time: 11:52pm

Conceived at the end of April

Baby 9, Remus look alike:

Name: Mars Roseo Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: September 22nd 1986

Time: 11:56pm

Conceived at the end of April

Baby 10, Remus look alike:

Name: Hadar James Bllu

Born: Male

Birthday: September 23rd 1986

Time: 12:02am

Conceived at the end of April

(I'm still not entirely sure about Hadar's birthdate, so please give me your opinion on it.)

I just really needed my probably, most definitely, ooc Weasley twins hurt/comfort, with protective Fred and that stupid blood quill.

It was an unspoken rule within Hogwarts that all new students and teachers were quietly (most times) made aware of was that, under any circumstances, were you to separate the Weasley twins. Even if it was only one of them that had been up to trouble (though it rarely was), you gave them both detention. It was probably the only thing they wouldn't argue back about with a teacher, and after the incident in their second year, no one could blame them.

George had been given a solo detention for the first time and had ended up passing out from a panic attack, not used to not having Fred right beside him. Fred had almost gotten expelled that night, extremely agitated without George within the same room as him, lashing out verbally and later physically at anyone who even attempted to either approach or talk to him. The only reason he hadn't been expelled was because McGonagall realised quite quickly that it was a reaction to being separated.

So when Umbridge, at dinner on the second night back at school, gave George a detention and not Fred as well, the entire great hall went deadly silent. Protests were already on the tip of Fred's tongue but were silenced by George's hand grabbing his and a small shake of his head. George got up on slightly shaky legs and followed Umbridge out of the room. Irrational agitation instantly consumed Fred, and he got up, stalking his way to Gryffindor tower. Ginny and Ron following shortly after along with Harry and Hermione.

Fred was pacing, so much so that he's pretty sure if the carpet wasn't enchanted, he would have worn through it by now. The other four had been sitting in absolute silence, just watching Fred pace for the last 45 minutes. He had originally been playing chess with Ron but had quickly gotten mad and flipped the board, Ron wouldn't hold it against him, they all knew he wouldn't, but Fred would apologise anyway. So now he was pacing because at this point, it was the only thing he could do without hurting either himself or someone else. Everyone else had all just quietly gone up to their rooms, not wanting to disturb Fred.

Finally, finally, the portrait opened, and George stumbled in, drained of all colour and on the verge of panicing before his eyes landed on Fred. He instantly made his way over, his twin meeting him halfway, wrapping George up in a hug, who immediately started sobbing. Fred brought them over to one of the couches and laid them down so that George was comfortable against Fred's chest, holding him as tightly as he could and threading a hand through his hair. Fred looked over and shared a concerned look with Ron and Ginny, who were looking increasingly more worried the longer George cried.

'Georgie, what happened?' Fred asked an hour later once George had finally settled down. George immediately sat up, panic evident in his voice and his maneurisms. 'Please don't make me go again. Fred, I don't want to do that again, don't make me go back, please. I don't want to be alone.' Fred brought George back into a hug, rubbing a hand up and down his back before speaking. 'Hey, shhhh, it's ok. You won't go back, I won't let you. But you've got to tell me what happened, ok?' George sniffed, nodding his head before giving his right hand to Fred, who was confused at first before he saw it. Engraved on the top of his hand, in a shaky version of George's neat print were the words "I will be alone"

'Umbridge prefers to use a blood quill for punishment instead of the usual detention activities.' Ginny audibly gasped in response, while Harry quietly asked Hermione what a blood quill was, and Ron had stared pacing in the spot that Fred had been pacing over an hour ago now. He sounded so defeated that it almost put out the anger that Fred was feeling, almost, because how could that bitch. This was his George, though. Who would 8/10 be in tears when ever the Weasley siblings' rough housing got too violent, who almost didn't join the quidditch team because he was terrified of getting hurt, who spent 6 months crying because he had to get magical stitches and somehow kept pulling them out, who almost failed DADA one year because he didn't want to duel. This was his twin brother who was a sensitive person, has hyperalgesia, and can only just manage getting poked with a wand. So, the fact that Umbridge would actively make his brother inflict pain on himself made Fred absolutely livid.

All Fred found himself doing was just pulling George as close as he could and continue to reasure his twin that everything would be alright. Fred would talk to Dumbledore, and if he wouldn't do anything, he'd go to the school board, their mum was on that. She'd definitely do something about it, Fred would make sure of it because this was his brother.

As George fell asleep, the others went to bed, Fred just planted a kiss to his forehead and settled in for the night, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep until Umbridge was gone.