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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

~Remus Lupin Variants~

(These are all from left to right btw)

Top Row: Bruce Banner, Simon Seville, and Pope Heyward

Middle Row: Sam Winchester, Beverly Marsh, and Hiccup

Bottom Row: Will Byers, Spencer Reid, and Isaac Lahey

✨TV Shows & Movies✨

Bruce Banner is from The Incredible Hulk (Movie)

Simon Seville is from Alvin and the Chipmunks (Movie)

Pope Heyward is from Outer Banks (TV Show)

Sam Winchester is from Supernatural (TV Show)

Beverly Marsh is from It [2017] (Movie)

Hiccup is from How To Train Your Dragon (Movie)

Will Byers is from Strangers Things (TV Show)

Spencer Reid is from Criminal Minds (TV Show)

Isaac Lahey is from Teen Wolf (TV Show)

Ok but the awkward, sassy, loser boy energy that Isaac Lahey gives off is what made me see Daniel Sharman as Remus in the first place. Isaac Lahey and Remus Lupin are literally the same person change my mind.

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regulus black is running like water. he's volatile, ever-changing, slipping through one's fingers so easily and into the other's, molding to their liking, so he can get what he wants, when he wants.

regulus black is the calm before the storm and the distant rumble of the clouds. he's the quietness before the burst, before the explosion. he's observing, not talking; he analyzes, and he knows. he knows everything, to the smallest details, of what he wants to know, of what he needs to know to get his way. he knows how to be nice, because he's never as nice as he appears to be, he's not as nice as his facade, and he knows his way around words.

his temper never flares up. he's taking his time to attack, unlike his brother, who bursts into anger and, much like a fire, destroys everything around him. regulus is like a snake; he takes in, gives in, and when the time comes, he coils himself around his victim, and, even then, he's patient, and he uses his words, sharp like blades, sharp like venomous teeth. he waits for them to give in, and that's when he does it, that's when he ends them. little by little.

he's not his parents' child. he used to be, though, but he's still bound to them. he's not like sirius, who ran away and never looked back. he could never do that, because he's their heir, chained to that house. the distancing is gradual, and it starts small. nights they don't spend with each other anymore, nights in his room, and not with them, in the dining room, laughing and whispering. he has his own secrets to whisper to the night, and, sometimes, he looks at the night sky and whispers to sirius. sirius would understand him; he always would.

sometimes, he allows himself to miss sirius. only sometimes, though. regulus doesn't blame sirius for leaving and, if he hadn't been a coward, he would have left too. he would have taken sirius' hand and gone for shelter, for a family, for love, that had never been something that the black family did. they needed an heir, though. and that was who regulus black was going to be.

he takes him time to miss, to grieve, to mourn. he used to drown in his feelings, too much to feel, too many emotions, until they numbed him. he used to feel everything so deeply when he had been little, until he felt nothing anymore. until he went to hogwarts, and then, little by little, he felt again, with every stroll out on the ground with pandora, with every joke with pandora, with every time he bickered with barty, with every night he had spent smoking with dorcas. the little things. he never would feel the same way he had once felt, but it was enough. it was enough, the love for them, and he'd do anything they'd ask of them, loyal until the end to the ones he loved.

he looked to the past sometimes, too. to what he had been, to who he had loved, and his heart ached for a little child and their brother that had been more than a brother. his protector, sirius. who wasn't there for him anymore. he'd be his own protector. he drowned them, both of them, little regulus and little sirius. regulus lived in the past, but his past would never, ever define him again. little regulus was vulnerable, but he had learnt his lesson; regulus black would never leave his guard down again, for anyone.

It's giving ✨Remus Lupin✨

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Let’s talk Peter Pettigrew.

Now in many fanfics he’s the betrayer. The one who killed Jily in a car crash or fucked over his friends online, or just messed with the others lives.

Let’s take a moment to consider that Peter was in a war. As a child. He was 21 when he made this decision.

This is a Peter who grew up with James and got replaced in a day by Sirius. A Peter whose own parents and James and Sirius all implied that he was below them, until he started to copy them so they accept him. 

This is a Peter who watched James and Sirius be cruel and mean and awful to anyone who crossed their path that wasn’t exactly like them. 

This is a Peter who got put in Gryffindor by the hat as a hope that the courageous people there would bring out the best in him, and inspire the good.

This is a Peter who was taught to be mean and petty and hate anyone who disagreed with them by those very same Gryffindors. 

A Peter who watched as James and Sirius pretended to accept Remus, but never truly did. A Peter who hated the way James acted around Lily, who hated Sirius’ jealously, who hated how Remus didn’t care enough to stop them.

A Peter who was taught he was luckily for his friends. That he had to be perfect or everyone would leave. Despite being kind to them all, he only ever felt conditional love.

A Peter who grew and resented and then was hit with a final blow. He was made secret keeper. Because no one would ever think Jily would trust their barely friend Peter with this. The person James fucking grew up with would never ever be made their secret keeper. 

And then they suspected Remus. The boy who punched when he was hurt and couldn’t kill a bug and let the girls cry on his shoulder despite not understanding how they felt. A Remus who James and Sirius never fully accepted as a werewolf, not truly, because if they did, the wouldn’t have suspected him as the mole. The Remus that Peter spent all those times he was left out with. Because those two understood that feeling.

A Peter who wasn’t with Remus during the war because Remus was a werewolf. Who went on order missions and spent his other time alone. Who couldn’t bare to be around anyone after they started doubting him.

A Peter who didn’t spend as much time around baby Harry, because James forgot to invite him. A Peter who Lily never liked because she never tried to see him for him. A Peter who didn’t understand what Voldemort was trying to do, but felt the resent and pain and anguish from being alone during the hardest times of the war. 

A Peter who didn’t see the difference between a blood traitor cursing awful scars onto a pureblood for their beliefs, opposed to a pureblood cursing pain onto a blood traitor for their beliefs. “Why is it ok for us to attack them, but not for them to attack us?”

Who gave in to the temptation to not be in danger and to take out all the long lasting anguish he felt. Who didn’t think it through.

A Peter who probably never meant to frame Sirius. Never meant to leave Remus alone. A Peter who saw what he did and panicked. Became the thing he’d first become to help a friend. A friend who he’d just left alone.

A Peter who then had to spend 12 years as a rat. Remembering that this is always what he was supposed to be, this is his animagus form after all. Remembering every “wormtail” joke and every mocking laugh behind his back and then seeing James’ dead face over and over.

This Peter went too far to come back. This Peter fell all the way into Voldemorts hands because he was a bad person now and he hated himself for it. A Peter who deep inside… wanted Sirius and Remus to kill him that day. Who looked into his friends eyes and saw 12 years of Azkaban and 12 years of loneliness.

A Peter who died to his own hand… because truly he died the second he chose to join Voldemorts army, he did this all to himself.

Because it is his fault for betraying them. And then lying for 12 years. For handing a death certificate to a child.

But it isn’t his fault for breaking. For growing up entirely alone. For everyone who hated him before they knew him. Who hated his facade that he only invented to be liked. 

For only ever receiving conditional love.

And in a world without war I wholeheartedly feel Peter Pettigrew wouldn’t be the bitch who outed Sirius to his mother, or the guy who caved to the University bully conveniently named Tom Riddle.

This was a war. This was loneliness. 

(Oh and side note: God forbid JKR ever writing a chubby character as a good fucking person.)

I don’t particularly like canon Peter. I don’t like the decisions he made or the way he didn’t stand up for himself.

But if we’re going to say Sirius and James included him in everything. If we’re going to idealise their world or write a modern au. Peter fucking Pettigrew HAS to at least be insanely screwed over and isolated for him to betray his friend. 

BECAUSE HE WASN’T WEAK! He was never fucking weak. He never caved in fear. He caved in deep fucking hatred. He caved in conditional love and second place trophies and emotional intelligence that was never understood. He wasn’t weak.

He was broken. 

AHHHH Tyraxes is such a little beauty!!!!

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬

  The steed of Rhaenyra’s thirdborn son, Joffrey, Tyraxes was a growing dragon with a lot of potential. He was slightly smaller than Vermax and Arrax, and at the time of the Dance, he was able to fly long distances but not big enough to fight. 

  Tyraxes, who was named after one of the gods of Old Valyria, meant ‘justice’ in High Valyrian. The offspring of Syrax, Tyraxes takes after his mother in terms of appearance. Although more of a light grey, with accents of blue and silver, he had a horse-like snout and protruding horns. 

  Like all dragons, Tyraxes echoed the same traits as his rider. So, although Joffrey was young, he was adamant in playing a role in the war against the Greens. He wanted to defend his House, his family and most importantly taking revenge against his brother. Tyraxes followed suit and never went against orders. They were both headstrong and resilient. 

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