One Day The Adhd Will Start Working And I’ll Complete A 600k Work Marauders Ao3 Fanfic. Just U Wait…

thinking about post-prank remus lupin who has NO FRIENDS and NO JOB and NO SNEAKY LINK. he gives the marauders the cold shoulder in the dorm room. he sneaks out in the middle of the night KNOWING the marauders are still awake. then he comes back to the dorm at 3 am, and passes out.

what’s he doing? talking shit with regulus.

their little ritual of meeting up to talk absolute dog shit about their friends started in remus’s third year when he was going through his little skinhead phase. regulus was having issues and would just read in the astronomy tower every night, until remus started showing up.

at first he’d tell him to fuck off, but regulus would eventually warm up to remus, forming a very quiet friendship.

remus would slowly stop showing up after gaining security in his friendship with the marauders, but was still nice to regulus.

that’s until the prank, of course.

post-prank remus CONSTANTLY visits the astronomy tower; he lives there. and so does regulus, even after all this time.

remus tells regulus all the shit his brothers been up to (leaving out the werewolf part, obviously) and regulus reciprocates the gesture with terrible tales about sirius.

eventually regulus tells remus about his weird attraction to james- how he gets flustered when james goes to shake his hand after a game of quidditch. how he even invites him to a few celebratory parties in the gryffindor common room. how it makes his head spin.

remus and regulus form a sort of alliance where the just complain about everything together. they don’t give advice, nor do they comfort each other- yuck. they just complain.

the thing about remus is that his friendships mend. they get fixed. he grows. remus doesn’t stay in the astronomy tower forever. regulus on the other hand, doesn’t have a choice. so when weeks pass without talking to remus, regulus remains bound to the quiet corner where they used to spend hours talking.

the strange thing about regulus and remus’s relationship is that it meant more to regulus than it did to remus, yet remus would act like regulus was his only real friend. until the marauders made it up to him again- leaving regulus alone yet again.

i need to kiss his forehead, smooth out his furrowed brows, tell him it's gonna be ok, play with his hair, caress his face, wipe his tears away, tuck him into bed, have him take a nice warm shower, use face masks on him, make hermes pay, take him to therapy, make him lunches, enroll him into college with me, bandage his wounds, compliment his arms, reassure him his scar isn't ugly, introduce him to taylor swift and boy genius, read him bedtime stories, bake brownies with him, visit his mother with him, prove the prophecy wrong, tell him he's doing great sweetie, get him away from kronos, fight kronos, help him mend things with annabeth, hold him close while he vents, encourage him to explore other hobbies, be his support system

GIGGIDY GIGGIDY

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luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: usually you’re the one stitching Luke up but the one time he gets to do it for you, he knows you’re milking it. no trouble!verse tags, can be standalone -> she’s an ACTRESS okay? who tf wouldn’t want luke to kiss a booboo; this was a forgotten draft for my partners in crime series feel free to read

wc: 1.2k

“OWWWW!”

The sun shines again on Camp Half-Blood peeking through Luke’s dark curls as he towers over you, laughing from his position above. Your knee is scraped after cushioning your fall, or perhaps your attack, after Luke thought it’d be funny to push you again as he walked past.

Well, today’s been kind of boring, so might as well make the most of it right? 

As a daughter of Dionysus, you do love to put on a good show.

There’s a glimmer of mischief in your eye as you do your best to convince him that he’s maimed you but as his eyes fall to the slightly aggravated skin, Luke sighs at the way you look like a kicked puppy, lower lip jutting out as you squint up at him.

“Stop being so overdramatic. It wasn’t that serious.”

“YOU SHOVED ME INTO A BUSH!” 

The howl that leaves your throat catches the attention of other campers, who are familiar with your dramatics and your penchant for picking a fight with the son of Hermes. Luke sighs and runs his hands through his hair, groaning in embarrassment. 

Gods forbid he look like the bad guy.

“Seriously, trouble— you're acting like I pushed you off a cliff,” he grumbles finally crouching down to reach for your leg to check how serious it is. 

It’s not.

“You're a barbarian. Just because you think it's funny to push me around doesn't mean it actually is! Luke.... I can't walk! It feels like my bone is coming through. And I have so much work to do today, and now I'm gonna have to walk super slow…” you groan, still on the ground. Luke rolls his eyes and once he's checked the injury (the whole menacing palm-sized scrape) his expression softens the tiniest bit. He’s still kinda pissed off at you for being a drama queen though.

“Alright, it's not life-threatening so you're going to be fine. Look, I can carry you if I have to.”

Batting his hand away you roll your eyes, “Like I'd let you. You'd probably toss me into the lake again.” 

Luke smirks, “Probably, but I swear to the gods that I wouldn't do anything to maim you. Not on purpose at least.” It’s almost criminal how easy it is to get on your nerves—he thinks you’ve finally shut your trap until he watches you fake crawl away to get a reaction out of him. Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing to everyone watching so he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing. Luke chuckles softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your squirming frame so you won't fall as he begins walking.

“So difficult. I swear…”

“Me? Never!” you groan, flopping in his arms like a dead body. Your dead weight makes his arms strain a little but his muscles are fun to look at from any angle, so… 

You miss it when he starts speaking again, “You're too much, you know that?” A smirk grows upon your face, “And you can't get enough. The infirmary is the other way, Castellan....” Luke huffs as he turns 180 towards the infirmary, sighing softly at the way you are sprawled in his arms. But he keeps quiet because he knows how to pick and choose his battles. Something about the realization that he’d only do this for you makes him bite his lip in thought. But you think he’s trying to not laugh at you.

“What? You maim me and then you make fun of me? Haven't you done enough?” The words slip by as you peek at him through one open eye, his cheeks flushed and rosy. Hopefully, his brawn won’t expire on the short trek to the infirmary.

“You're lucky I don't drop you right now,” Luke jostles you with a lopsided grin he can’t hide anymore and it steadily gets bigger at the sound of your surprise.

“Don't you DARE, Luke Castellan!” 

Grabbing onto his mop of curls, the boy winces as his nose brushes against your wrist, and the shockwaves it sends through your system are enough to send you reeling. Maybe it’s the way you almost sway with each step he takes, smooth and steady like a sailboat even when he’s carrying you like this.

He ends up having to carry you inside the infirmary and the Apollo kids on shift stop and stare at their two best counselors in the doorway. Luke tries to ignore them, setting you down on an empty cot and getting the medical supplies he needs to treat your wound. He looks at you propped on the bed like a little princess, cross-legged and fluttering eyelashes waiting for him to clean you up. It's not serious enough for ambrosia, he thinks, so he grabs an alcohol wipe instead.

Luke looks like he's trying his hardest not to smirk as he grabs your leg and begins carefully cleaning the scrape.

“Ow! Gentle! When I patch you up after you spar I don't do it maliciously!”

“I am being gentle, stop wriggling!” Luke grits his teeth as he continues to wipe the drying blood away. He's trying to be careful, but he's clearly irritated that you're not making this easy for him.

Tossing your knee over his lap and getting closer, suddenly you go quiet at the proximity. There’s something intimate about being tended to so delicately in a room filled with people. A quiet in the chaos reserved for only the two of you.

“So what, you think I'm too good for ambrosia? Sending me off to heal like a mortal— what type of nurse are you?”

“You drunk on ambrosia for a scrape would definitely make your dad thrilled and have the both of us cleaning the stables for the rest of the week,” Luke lets out a brief snicker as he meets your gaze, rolling your eyes as you lean against the wall. His hand unconsciously rubs circles into the skin above your knee, featherlight yet firm at the same time. You try to ignore the goosebumps that rise in its wake.

Luke doesn't say anything about it while he continues to look at you. He realizes that you look quite pretty even with windswept hair and dirt on your cheek, but he can't let you see that he's noticed. Something shifts in the air of the infirmary, more overpowering than the smell of antiseptic and it bubbles in both of your chests, overflowing and seeping into the small space between you.

Not bad for a boring day, you suppose. You make him piggyback you for the rest of the day in an attempt to guilt-trip him. But the huge smile on his face has all of your campers thinking otherwise.

—

The next day, he sees you walking perfectly fine. In fact, with the way you’re rushing to scold a Hephaestus kid for almost setting the armory on fire, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you move that fast in your life.

Warmth settles on your cheeks as your eyes dart between the kid you’re yelling at and Luke’s narrowing eyes from afar, and you can’t quite tell if the rush of emotions is from what you’re doing versus who you’re really looking at.

Maybe the next time he pushes you around he’ll find out.

I made posters of some webtoons! I particularly love MGNB but I thought some of these would work very well in the teen and YA bedrooms I've been making. Changing the pushpin colors is how I've been practicing working with UV maps, too.

My next challenge is to redesign these with Simlish logos instead buuuut it may take me a minute.

All credit to the original artists. I just moved their amazing art onto posters. If anyone feels this is overstepping I'm happy to take them down, but I wanted to celebrate some things I love.

DOWNLOAD One True Webtoon poster set I

DOWNLOAD One True Webtoon poster set II

oh look i’m already crying

i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

Alright! So I finished hand binding Crimson Rivers by @mayzarbewithyou :) this was my first time bookbinding so excuse the mistakes I am far from great, but all in good time! This fic basically changed the trajectory of my life so I thought I’d give it the love it deserves! the spine is regulus standing looking up at the tree and he is purposely put on the last book because he finally learned how to climb and grow. I’m so emotional over the end of the fic so this is very emotional to me. I did the typeset myself and there are some cool details I’ll try to put in another post, but basically I added all of Zar’s end notes as footnotes to the specific scenes he talks about! All very fun and the dingbats match the theme for the books and the backs each have quotes the correspond. I split it into 5 just because it didn’t feel right to have the epilogues in the same book as the war. They were two completely different parts of the story so I separated them. Anyways I’ll make another post. This was a labor of love and I hope I did it Justice :)

“cardigan”

regulus black x reader

- in which your rivalry with regulus manifests into something a little more romantic, despite your mutual ‘dislike’ for one another.

warnings: none??? idk bad writing because i haven’t written a fic in like 2 years lol. maybe making out. y/n has gender neutral pronouns so go nuts guys!! y/n is a pothead

regulus black never had many friends. during mealtimes he would often sit alone in the library and study, or sit with a crowd of slytherins he kind of knew but didn’t like. he was never able to formulate any sort of real connection between himself and someone else- until he was seated next to y/n in his 3rd year potions class.

“hi” they would mutter, plopping down on their assigned seat next to regulus. he would never respond verbally, but he usually shot her an affirming look. but soon after these muttered hellos and affirming looks, regulus and y/n formed an intense rivalry.

maybe it began when y/n accidentally blew up something important they were being assessed on, or when regulus got them both detention by speaking back to a teacher- but they were officially rivals. this rivalry continued into their 5th year at hogwarts, becoming common knowledge amongst the student body and the teachers.

“welcome back, 5th years. please take your assigned seats and we’ll start with the lesson,” their professor announced. y/n sighed and walked away from their friends who were sitting a few desks in front of them and regulus. they took their seat and set up their side of the desk messily before resting their head in their palm and staring at the board.

regulus shot them a few glances, never alarming them or making it known to anyone else that he was looking. he was just so enchanted by what they got in their last test, not the way their face looked when they were focusing on something.

“what are you looking at?” they muttered, looking into regulus’ eyes with arched eyebrows and a hollow expression. “you’ve got something on your face.” he replied confidently, looking back to the board. “wait, where?” they whispered, pulling out a small pocket mirror. “next to your nose” regulus whispered back, concerned by how worried y/n was about the state of their face. “there’s nothing there!” they said as they slammed the pocket mirror closed and adjusted their hair. regulus chuckled, raising his head confidently in response. “wanker” y/n sighed, rolling their eyes and leaning back into their chair.

later throughout the lesson, y/n reached for an ingredient and was met with a brush of regulus’s hand. they instinctively pulled away, resting the hand in their lap in retaliation. regulus smirked, shooting y/n a teasing glance. “can’t keep your hands off me, can’t you?” he laughed, continuing with the practical. “my hands will be on your face in a second!” the replied, crossing their arms. regulus put a hand to his heart and scoffed. “my point has been proven. are you in love with me or something?” he asked, earning a judgmental look from y/n. “i mean i’m going to slap you” they assured him, shaking their head.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. you guys are delusional,” y/n stated confidently in response to their friends concerns about her relationship with regulus. “are you sure? you flirt every potions lesson…” phyra replied as she arched her eyebrows and played with her dinner. y/n shook their head. “ew, i would never!”

phyra and y/n walked around the campus for a while, exchanging secrets and sentiments about their classmates. as they tiptoed around the school grounds, y/n made eye-contact with a certain dark haired slytherin, who sent them a sarcastic wink and walked off towards the slytherin common room. y/no face turned a deep red as they pulled phyra away and continued walking. “okay, now you’re flirting outside of class? what is going on?!” she laughed, earning a prolonged ‘ugh’ from y/n. “nothing is going on, he’s just being an absolute dick” they rolled their eyes as they walked alongside their friend. “i think you like him a tad bit” she whispered playfully, alarming y/n. “disgusting! i would never!”

looking back, maybe y/n did have some sort of feelings for regulus. something that maybe was a little different than hate or a strong dislike. they couldn’t doubt that they were attracted to him, because everyone was. regulus had a strong jawline and confident eyes, it felt as though he was teasing you just by looking at you. y/n knew that this attraction was totally normal! the butterflies they felt whenever they saw him was just the manifestation of their mutual dislike.

regulus, surprisingly, was a little more in touch with his feelings. he was constantly flooded with his own feelings of attraction whenever their eyes met, making him regret even waking up that morning because he knew he would have to deal with these feelings in almost every single class.

“what are you doing up?” regulus inquired late at night, leaning up against the walls of the slytherin common room whilst y/n sat on a couch with ‘the bell jar’ in one hand and a joint in the other. they shot a worried glance, trying to get rid of the smoke by whacking around the book in the air. “nothing!”

regulus smirked and walked over to where they were sitting, leaning over the frame of the couch and gesturing for the joint. y/n reluctantly handed it to him and sunk deeper into their cardigan. “you do know you shouldn’t smoke inside” he grinned as he took inside the smoke and released it nonchalantly. “where else am i supposed to go?” they responded, closing their book. “outside?” he replied, taking another hit of the joint. “honestly, i would love to go outside but it’s colder than the north fucking pole out there!” y/n whisper shouted, gesturing for the joint. regulus chuckled as he took one more hit before passing it back to them.

“so is this what you do in your free time?” regulus inquired, leaning further of the frame of the court. y/n twisted their figure to face regulus. “more or less, sometimes i don’t read” they replied, pushing back their hair. regulus stared into their eyes, pushing down a warmth in his cheeks. “why are you being nice to me” they asked, resign their head on the top of the touch, close to where regulus was resting his. “you let me have like, half of that joint” he replied, smirking slightly. y/n nodded their head.

“you know you’re pretty right?” he asked plainly, staring deeply into y/n’s eyes. “what? is that you or the mary jane talking?” y/n turned red and lifted their head up to turn their face away slightly from regulus. “whichever you prefer” he responded calmly. y/n anxiously played with their hands, trying to avoid eye contact with regulus. “um, it’s getting late…” they muttered. regulus perked up, pushing back away from the couch and back to the wall he was leaning up against. “right” he affirmed, lifting up his hand slightly in agreement.

y/n picked up her book and handed the rest of the joint to regulus. he shot them a confused look as they reached out their hand to him. “keep it, i have like 8 more” they assured, brushing their hand against his. regulus took it and stuffed it in the pocket of his pants. “i wasn’t lying when i said you were pretty” he assured them, crossing his arms. y/n shook their head, walking back to their dorm room.

regulus pushed back his hair and sighed, making his way back to his down as well. embarrassed by his attempts, he walked over to y/n’s dorm and knocked on their door. soon after knocking, the door opened up to welcome a flustered regulus and a confused y/n. “i like you?” he said with arched brows, holding the door open. “are you sure?” they replied, holding back a vibrant blush. “what, do you want me to prove it or something?” he said as his gaze moved away from y/n. y/n shrugged, moving closer towards regulus.

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t” they teased, before regulus lifted up their chin and kissed them softly. their eyes closed as their hands rested nearly on his body. he pulled away slowly after, stepping backwards slightly. “um, see you in potions.” he whispered anxiously before scattering way to his own dorm, leaving y/n to stand in the middle of their door frame, extremely confused.

post-prank marauders being awkward 😬

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