here we are again

hi! i’m poo and i’ve just officially joined tumblr😛

i’ve been reading fics on here for over half a decade, and never made an account, but now i’m here!

i plan to post a lot about my assortment of fics on wattpad (@poo8poo, go check it out, ily) but i’d also love to post one shots! i will probably make a better list of this later, but for now, here are some characters/fandoms i would love to write for!

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marauders

harry potter

the bear

the really loud house

star wars

yellowjackets

and lowkey anything else i’m familiar with, which is a lot🫩

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i will not do any smut!

also, question, how do yall find good gifs on here??😭 i look things up and completely unrelated things come up, idk.

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regulus black x reader

warnings: female, whimsical reader, mentions of blood supremacy, cold water(??)

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regulus arcturus black. he was often regarded as cold, to say the least. his familial reputation didn’t help this ideal, as he was the prince of the house of black. dark, brooding, moody regulus. which always made it evermore amusing when he was found trailing after you like a lost puppy.

regulus would consider you his best friend. obviously. all his other ‘friends’ sucked, really. blood supremacists who only cared about the dark lord and getting their dark mark. you were far more controlled. collected. kind. something he truly hadn’t ever experienced. you had a way of looking upon the world that he still hadn’t achieved. hell, he couldn’t even understand it.

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warnings: death, drowning, acceptance of death, doom and despair.

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         it was cold. it was dark. sound didn't exist here. life didn't exist here.

         nothing exists in the dark.

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         finally, he stepped forward. his sleek, black loafers clicked against the cool stone, echoing around the empty cavern before him. he could make sound exist.

         he waved his wand, muttering a quiet 'lumos' under his breath, the tip of the stick lighting up, brightening just about a foot in front of him. he scoffed, casting it again with an added 'maxima'. this was far more effective as the jagged rocks shimmered in the newfound light. there was no movement around the cave other than the shifting light coming from his hand. 

        he glanced back at his feet, noting the shine of wet over the stone. he proceeded with caution, knowing it would be sickeningly embarrassing to slip and die before even carrying out his self proclaimed quest. 

        he traversed the bends of the cave, searching for anything. he had no idea how long it may take him to find what he was looking for. he might have to overturn every rock in the damn place. he'd have to leave after some time- the sea level would rise and drown the caverns. he prayed this wouldn't take too many trips.

        luckily for him, his old lord wasn't anything short of dramatic. 

        he rounded a corner, slipping slightly at the sight in front of him. a huge, vast lake, a green filter tainting the water with sharp rocks surrounding it, all leading up to the island of huge quartz crystals in the center. he carefully made his way to the shore, carful to not brush against the water as he debated the best approach to the center. that's when he noticed a stick, barely poking out of the surface of the water. he squinted, leaning over it a bit and roughly making out a boat of sorts, tucked below the liquid. he hesitated. it could certainly be cursed. 

       he stepped back from the lake, instead opting to scour the cave for a loose rock. finally, he located one, just small enough to fit in his palm. he made his way back to the water and hoped his transfiguration skills would be strong enough for such a tall task. he took a deep breath before tossing the rock out into the water before him and calling out a spell. the rock morphed into a boat as it plummeted to the water, splashing it across the cavern and onto the boy. he huffed, disgruntled as he muttered a drying spell. it proffered nothing. he grimaced, eventually giving up as he climbed into the boat, flicking his wand to propel himself and the vessel forward.

        he was cautious as the boat bounced against the edge of the crystal island. slowly he pulled himself up and out of the boat, abandoning his loafers and coat in the boat to avoid any accidental slips. he grunted as he hauled himself up to the tip of the rocks, noticing a basin that the crystals seemed to have grown onto, latching themselves to the stand's sides. the basin was filled with a liquid of sorts with a locket glistening at the bottom of the shallow bowl. the boy waved his wand, seeing if the locket would simply come to him with a summoning spell. it didn't of course. he hadn't expected it to, but it was worth a shot.

        he tried to just reach his hand into the liquid, yet an invisible force stopped his hand from reaching the surface.

         he looked around the limited land, his eyes landing on a rock that was close enough to a cup to scoop the liquid out of the basin. cautiously he lowered the cup into the basin and began to gather the liquid before dumping it out. nothing stopped him. he continued, keeping an eye on the hand the liquid brushed against, hoping he wouldn't break out in hives or anything of that sort.

       his eyes narrowed as he finally stopped, staring at the basin. he'd been working to empty the shallow basin for many minutes, yet it all still seemed to be there. he scoffed, scanning the cave again, grasping for anything that might help.

        after a long moment of contemplation, he carefully lowered his rock back into the basin, scooping out a decent amount of the liquid. he stared at it for a moment before quickly dumping it into his mouth, cringing as he swallowed. none of it seemed to return to the basin. he'd figured it out.

       many wizards would say this was idiotic. that he had no clue what might plague the liquid. what might possess his body upon consuming it. but regulus came to the cave with one thing in mind. getting the horcrux. so he drank. he drank as his mind fogged and voices filled his head. he drank as his legs got weak and his eyes heavy. he drank as it felt like ropes were pulling his throat in on itself as sirius shouted at him, berating his black heart.

      finally, nothing as remained in the basin, he snatched the locket up, blindly searching his pockets before finally locating an identical locket. he dropped it into the basin before turning what little life he had left to the locket. he slammed it repeatedly into one of the rocks. he wasn't at his strongest; the locket didn't even chip. he tried to curse, but really just grunted as he reached for his wand, casting every spell he could think of on the golden pendant. they were all weak, doing practically nothing. he could suddenly feel water on his face, unaware to if it were tears or the drink.

        you deserve this fate.

        his brother's voice echoed over the cave, so clear he turned his bleary eyes around to try and find the source. he felt himself sob as pale hands clawed their way out of the lake surrounding him on all sides. he tried to climb atop the basin but his legs were too weak. he lost his footing and slid down the harsh crystals, gashes prying open his skin. he tried to climb back up, one hand pulling and the other grasping the locket so hard his knuckles turned white. 

       he felt one of the hands finally reach him. it grabbed his leg. he didn't plan on living through this process really. he expected to die. but something now had taken over his mind. he wanted to live. he didn't have a single thing left to live for. but he wanted to live. he wanted to fight.

       he kicked at the creatures trying to pull him down, unintelligible shouts falling from his lips. they multiplied by the thousands. it felt like hundreds of hands were grasping at his slim body, pulling him down. he felt his socked foot dip into the liquid of the lake first. then his ankles and shins. suddenly as his waist hit the freezing lake, hands grasped at every inch of him. his face, his chest, his legs. all pulling him down, down, down...

         "kreacher." 

         he didn't plan for the name to leave his mouth. he wasn't even sure he knew he had said it. but he had. and his head was disappearing under the lake. he could feel the locket's chain floating against his wrist, the pendant still grasped in his fist. he could only just see through the hands gripping his face. he couldn't bring himself to hate the green water peeking through their claws. it felt familiar. it felt like the view outside of his old dorm. the view he always knew was the calmest view he would ever see. the most peaceful thing he'd ever experience. the silence water brought, the weight it relieved.

        regulus black couldn't find himself mad that he would drown.

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excerpt from ‘normalcy’ on wattpad, by @poo8poo

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hi!!

thank you so much for requesting- i adore this idea, omg🥹 unfortunately, i have not watched glee yet! it’s been on my list for years, so this seems like a perfect opportunity to finally start it:) i will start this as soon as i’ve watched enough to get a grasp of the characters(specifically brittany). thank you again, i’m so sorry i can’t fulfill this right now, but i will be working on it!!

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full fic on wattpad @poo8poo

an 'oof' and a body slamming into the glass captured her attention as her head snapped up, instinctively reaching for her wand before she was met with the smushed face of peter pettigrew. unfortunately being both the shortest and largest of the marauders, he was the one who had unluckily been trampled as all four of the bastards tried to pass her compartment through the two foot wide hallway. sirius caught her eye for a split second, meeting it with a glare before he stormed down the train cart, looking quite similar to a tantrum throwing toddler. james flipped her off before using peter as an awkward launch pad of sorts, vaulting over him to follow along after sirius, peter tumbling along after them a moment later. leaving one.

the lanky boy watched her through the glass door, pity on his face. his warm, hazel eyes were freakishly welcoming, completely contrasting his huge height and heavy scars, peeking out from every inch of his skin. his whole presence was cozy, making the average person simply relax when near him. he was just that kind of guy. even despite his choice of rambunctious friends, he was the calm in the eye of any storm.

the boy still looked guilty as he looked at her through the door. he paused before reaching out a large hand for the sliding door handle before quickly retracting it as the door shade slammed down, covering the wavy haired girl from his sight.