Went To See Hadestown Today And I Can't Stop Thinking About How Orpheus And Eurydice Are So Alike To

Another song by The Crane Wives thats is extremely marauders coded:

Caleb Trask is the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. I don't feel like I need to elaborate further.

I still get insane emotional whiplash when I hear that first little bit of violin of Would You Fall in Love with Me Again in my Crimson Rivers playlist even though I WAS THE ONE THAT MADE THE DAMN PLAYLIST.

Intro!

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Hiya! You can call me Ren or by my user, I don't mind!

I use he/him, I'm a trans man, a minor and audhd :D I'm a Ravenclaw, INTP, a Leo, and simply a massive nerd.

I'm absolutely obsessed with Marauders. I adore starchaser, wolfstar, pandalily as well as many, MANY other ships. Regulus and James kin, but also kinda Barty? I have no clue at this point lol.

I have a LOT of other interests, but just a few are photography, LOTR, PJO, Jurassic World/Park, Musicals, Star Wars... but I also love to read! (As I said, a massive nerd.)

I'm attempting to be a writer, and am currently writing my first fic! I won't post any of it (on ao3) until it's finished though :3

No homophobes, transphobes (FUCK JKR), racists, misogynists, TERFS or any assholes like that, I want to be a safe space!

I don't know how often I'll post, maybe just snippets of my wip(s) OR random things throughout my day that remind me of the marauders WHO KNOWS

The urge to ignore my current wip and start writing a wolfstar cowboy/vampire au is strong right now.

If they had just given Dorcas a gun, the Wizarding War would have ended much sooner.

A little snippet of the beginning of my current wip for you guys :]

tw: mentions of drowning, panic, disorientation. (it's not too bad though)

Regulus thought that he had had enough of these damned nightmares, but apparently the universe thought otherwise. He once again woke up with a start, sweating, sitting bolt upright, clutching his sheets in a death grip, with wide eyes scanning the dark void of the almost unfamiliar room. For a moment he couldn't tell where he was, or if he was even awake.

He had dreamt of the sun, the moon, the stars- and the feeling of drowning. Of being unable to get to the surface, being pulled down further from the warm, smiling face of the sun by thin, bony hands, further into the cold, lightless depths.

Regulus' dreams never made any sense, always just flashes of different scenes, as if seeing the sunlight refract off the ocean's surface. He isn’t ready, though, for the sudden freezing cold that pounces on his bare arms, goosebumps rising up towards his shoulders before he ducks under the safety of the covers again. God, how he hates these freezing January mornings.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER!! THANK YOU FOR INFLUENCING MY STYLE IN CLOTHING FOREVER !!! (i now own quite a few spiderman shirts...)

no one talks about emmary but they are so cute

I find it so funny when I'm writing my fic because I have no plan whatsoever, so interactions like this happen:

Friend: So, can you explain the plot vaguely?

Me: ... I can tell you what's happened so far!

Friend: What about the ending...?

Me: ...

Me: I'll get back to you on that.