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these violent delights have violent ends. they/them

[blcklune]

hi! welcome to the ballad of me and my brain :)

nic

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they/them

what you’ll find here:

mostly marauders posts, especially about regulus black (he’s my everything) occasional barty crouch jr enjoyer as well.

i’m a professional yapper, so you’ll probably find a bit of everything: movies, books, feminism, politics (free palestine!!!!), music, and whatever random thought is currently haunting me.

i love cinema, i read a lot, and i have been emotionally attached to fictional characters for far too long…

the 1975 has been ruining my life since 2014 and at this point it’s basically a personality trait.

sometimes i write. sometimes i scream about fanfiction from 2018. sometimes i disappear and come back like nothing happened.

this blog runs on caffeine, hyperfixations, and poor decision making. if you have the media literacy and emotional intelligence of a baby cheddar goldfish cracker, please stay away from me because i do not have the patience.

[blcklune]

SO! I’ve always been ridiculously picky about the things I read. For me to truly love a story (to the point of becoming completely obsessed with it) it has to be amazing.

And ever since I finished Crimson Rivers a few years ago, I honestly hadn’t found a fanfic that genuinely captivated me in the same way. Part of that is because I’m drawn to LONG-form stories, the kind that take their time building characters, relationships, and emotional depth with care and intention.

THAT BEING SAID.

I VISCERALLY NEED all of you to read Code Black by the immensely talented @ixiedust-writes.

Trust me on this. This fic is a masterpiece in the making, and I have absolutely no doubt that it’s going to leave a lasting mark on this fandom.

The writing is stunning, the characterization is thoughtful and compelling, and the narrative is so engrossing that it has completely taken over my brain.

You need to read it.

It has been living rent-free in my head for an embarrassing amount of time, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Thank me later.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[blcklune]

okay, here we go. I went back and forth a lot about whether to post this here. I'll be honest, I'm not great at handling judgment, but at the end of the day, this is just a silly little story I wrote for my own entertainment. bc hey!! I have a LOT of fun writing it!! and that's what really matters.

so, if anyone out there wants to have some fun reading what I write, too... be my guest! lol

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

don’t know who needs to hear this but ao3 is not a social media. it’s an archive. a library. please stop treating it like twitter or tiktok

[blcklune]

here’s the aesthetic of my fanfic!! i’m kinda obsessed with this story ngl

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[blcklune]

spent 4 days writing this chapter and just did 3 straight hours of editing so there wouldn’t be a single typo… my eyes are burning omg 😭

[blcklune]

so guess what!! you actually can’t just drop public criticism on a fanfic. readers aren’t editors for the author. they are not entitled to give criticism to the author unless the author explicitly asks for it, because fanfic is free content that, in most cases, is simply written for the fun of it

[blcklune]

Regulus had broken his arm at ten, falling down the stairs at Grimmauld Place. And Sirius had taken the punishment for him. That was the part James could never forget — the image of a twelve-year-old Sirius placing himself between his brother and their parents' fury. Taking the blow without hesitation, as if it were the only possible choice in a world where none were good.

– i just wrote this for my fic and made myself cry.

[blcklune]

okay, here we go. I went back and forth a lot about whether to post this here. I'll be honest, I'm not great at handling judgment, but at the end of the day, this is just a silly little story I wrote for my own entertainment. bc hey!! I have a LOT of fun writing it!! and that's what really matters.

so, if anyone out there wants to have some fun reading what I write, too... be my guest! lol

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[blcklune]

okay, here we go. I went back and forth a lot about whether to post this here. I'll be honest, I'm not great at handling judgment, but at the end of the day, this is just a silly little story I wrote for my own entertainment. bc hey!! I have a LOT of fun writing it!! and that's what really matters.

so, if anyone out there wants to have some fun reading what I write, too... be my guest! lol

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[blcklune]

ok maybe I'm writing a jegulus fic set in the corporate world and the Black family is full of corrupt lawyers ✍️

[blcklune]

update I already wrote 15k words, also studying London law is NOT really fun

[blcklune]

ok maybe I'm writing a jegulus fic set in the corporate world and the Black family is full of corrupt lawyers ✍️

[blcklune]

Sirius loves Regulus with every fiber of his heart. He is his younger brother—a vital piece of who Sirius is. The child he raised with his own hands. The one he taught to speak, to walk, to laugh softly so their parents would not hear. When Regulus woke in the middle of the night, sick and frightened, it was Sirius he called for. Sirius who held his hair back while he was vomiting, who pressed a cool palm to his forehead, who stayed awake until dawn just to be certain his breathing had eased.

The fierce, aching need to protect him shaped something deep within Sirius—made him want to be kinder, softer, better than the people who raised them.

And perhaps that is why the guilt sits so heavily in his chest now. Because when Sirius left that house, Regulus did not simply lose a brother. He lost the one who had raised him—the one who had always stood between him and the cold indifference of their parents. Sirius can tell himself he had to leave, that staying would have destroyed him, but the truth is harder to escape: somewhere in that house is the boy he once tucked into bed, the boy who trusted him to stay—and Sirius was no longer there.

[blcklune]

me: has insomnia

also me: drinking coffee at 11pm

it’s fine. regulus black would do the same.

[blcklune]

I'm cooking bartylus again…

And when two voids meet, side by side, they do not remain empty. They collide. They ignite. They become something that devours and feeds at the same time. They become a presence that cannot be ignored—a pulse, a fire, a sickness, a need.

[firefly-waning]

immediate follow @blckhoax can we be friends???? this is incredible

[blcklune]

thank you!! we absolutely can be friends yes

[nevermeetagain]

no your boyfriend cannot come. if you put him in front of me i’m killing him

[blcklune]

YES. omg stop bringing your boyfriend to things only you were invited to !

[blcklune]

I'm cooking bartylus again…

And when two voids meet, side by side, they do not remain empty. They collide. They ignite. They become something that devours and feeds at the same time. They become a presence that cannot be ignored—a pulse, a fire, a sickness, a need.