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So, what's the plan, exactly? Because you've yet to share the details, so it seems--

Reg, I do have a plan. And if you don't trust me, then don't follow me. I honestly couldn't be arsed.

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Black brothers, Over the Garden Wall AU!

Ahhhh I have been so absorbed in this since I started writing it. I want to finish the fic before I begin posting, but I made some art to go along with and I was too excited not to share.

Takes place in November, 1976. Regulus is 15, Sirius is 17. The two have hardly spoken since Sirius ran away in July. One night, a less-than-favorable encounter on the Hogwarts grounds leads to even-less-favorable circumstances. Regulus and Sirius are stuck in the Forbidden Forest, or some parallel version of it...

It doesn't take place in the Unknown or engage with its citizens, but it does draw from the show a good amount.

Hello? You sent this to the wrong address. My brother

is still alive. Still dead. Was brought back

with a lazarus shot and a slap to the face.

I am the leaf litter, the headless roach.

I can walk between raindrops. I can be insensible.

When visibility’s poor, I am the blur on the horizon.

If my brother’s dead, I am not alive.

If I’m alive, my brother can’t be dead.

- Andrew Kozma, “Song of the Insensible”

I made my first animatic! This link will take you to my tiktok, where you can watch it. The audio isn’t mine, so I didn’t want to share here where the owner wasn’t linked directly.

… I

ask Jessica what drowning

feels like and she says

not everything feels like

something else.

- Angie Sijun Lou, “Jessica gives me a chill pill”

I rediscovered this fantastic poem, and it got me thinking that Regulus deserves a real good post-war coming-of-age movie arc.

Like, he never got to really be a kid. Didn’t think he’d survive the cave. Now he’s alive and he’s the boy who found the key to ending the war. Public opinion is… mixed. He has to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life, while still grappling with all the shit he’s been through and his crippling guilt for his past mistakes.

Meanwhile his estranged brother is determined to be part of his life again, along with his endless parade of annoying friends, and somehow the only person who seems to have any idea what to say to him is James Potter, who might have no filter, but at least he doesn’t treat Regulus like glass.

This is no cultivated haven. This is the earth riddled with a brother. The furrows are mountains. Waves of sand and we are ships wrecked. What’s left of a fleet of one hundred shadows shattered and bleached. A crop gone to sticks. The honeysuckle sags with bright sour powder. We have followed the flames followed him here where all the black birds in the world have fallen like a shotgun blast to the faded ground. The vines have hardened to worms baking in the desert heat. We are at the gate shaking the gate climbing the gate clanging our cups against the gate. This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him.

reread the bucket list this week, and the elevator part has been living rent free in my mind ever since. galaplacidia you will always be famous.

girls get a drawing tablet and the first thing they draw is black brother angst.

and by girls i mean me.

this is from a wartime fic I’ve been storyboarding where regulus polyjuices as sirius to hunt horcruxes so he can keep his identity a secret. meanwhile, sirius is trying to figure out who the fuck this vigilante doppelgänger is, and how they stole his bloody shoes.

… he finds out. unpleasantly.

New chapter is up!! Here is a snippet. Reg is going through it, as usual.