my projects
in your dying dreams regulus comes back to the land of the living, but as a ghost tethered to harry potter in the summer before harry’s sixth year, just following sirius’s death. they hate each other, obviously. catfights ensue. but so does The Horcrux Hunt, slytherin madness, and, eventually, friendship :) it’s been a while since i’ve updated, but i’m working on it! (link to work)
patronus au regulus has a natural proclivity for Dark Magic - thats true. he’s a main member of the house of black; he is steeped in it; it thrums in his veins; it twines with his blood. but nothing explains the enormous talent he has for light magic. ever since walburga did her very worst to snuff it out, he’s learned to hide, and, eventually, forget. but sleeping dragons do not lie for long. this is a wip. i need more plot points. and motivation.
We Are the Pallbearers of Love original work. It’s about a god. His name is Sands. It’s about a girl. Her name is Indigo. He is Morpheus, god of dreams. She is just Indigo, but she has the ability to dream any possible outcome of a single scenario. Almost like a seer, but less like a genie and more like a calculator. (It’s how she knows that there is only a 15% chance that her parents love her.) Sands traverses the galaxies, collecting the scattered body parts of his dismembered lover. One day, he may piece him back together. But many days before that, Sands meets Indigo, and Indigo meets something like family. That is, if there’s anything human enough left in Sands to be a father, but if there’s nothing she can do, she has at least always been able to dream. I don’t know what this is, really. i’ve written a short story version, but i’m hoping someday to revise it and turn it into something longer.
