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Hello! My name is Mel. My main blog is @melbellelove.
I mostly write Jily/Marauder era fics but I dabble in most eras of Harry Potter. My favorite characters are Harry, Neville, Remus, and Sirius. I also sometimes make moodboards, write meta, and promote the House Elf Hotties initiative
You can find all my fics here or check out selected highlights under the cut.
ppl should be making james a bit more mean in the fics bc the happy sunshine that loves everyone and shits rainbow is boring
ugh ppl get james so wrong
they either make him this pinkie pie sunshine golden retriever who’s the pinnacle of purity culture or they make him horrendously cruel to everybody and a sex-addicted alpha dom daddy.
like-
neither are right!
james is overall a good, upstanding person. he believes in what’s right. he fights for those who can’t fight for themselves. he’s clever and curious and passionate.
but he’s also mean. he bullies snape because it makes sirius laugh, he does what he wants when he wants without much regard for consequences, and his offhanded remarks can sting.
he’s not a perfect person but he’s also not evil. and the main thing about james that people don’t do right is his devotion.
everyone always makes james so obsessed with his romantic partners but that’s not how james’ devotion is. it’s not obsession. it’s tender, it’s rich, it’s gentle. james isn’t like this with everyone, but he’s clearly kind to those he loves, and the closer he gets to them, the more gentle he becomes. he loves so deeply, but this doesn’t erase or take away from his own personality and nuance. it only ENHANCES these details. he’ll fight tooth and nail for lily even if it means hanging snape upside down for hours. but he also beats himself up when he feels like he lost his temper when somebody didn’t deserve it.
james is his own person. he doesn’t need a romantic partner to be interesting, and his personality shouldn’t be how obsessed he is with his partner, nor how perfect he is, nor how much of a senseless bully he is, and those are the only characterizations of him i tend to see. it pisses me off.
The tide rolled in soft and steady, brushing over their bare feet as they walked along the shoreline. The sky was beginning its descent into twilight, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and violet, the sea catching the light in shimmering ripples. Benjy carried his shoes in one hand, the other tucked firmly into the pocket of his cloack, while Caradoc strolled beside him, hands gesturing as he spoke.
They found a dry patch of sand near the dunes and sat down, the warmth of the day still clinging to the ground beneath them. Benjy pulled a battered book from his jacket, flipping through pages that were curled from years of use.
“Alright,” he said, “least favorite wizard poem, go.”
Caradoc let out a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, easy. Ode to the Empty Cauldron by Thaddeus Trelawney. It’s five pages of saying the same thing over and over again. ‘Oh, wondrous potion, you are now gone!’ Again and again. It means nothing.”
Benjy smirked. “It means he ran out of potion.”
Caradoc rolled his eyes. “Alright, then. What’s the book? Nicholas Nott: Collected Poems?”
Benjy snorted. “Never. He’s worse than Trelawney. It’s a Muggle poetry book.”
Caradoc’s eyebrows shot up. “You read Muggle poetry?”
The tide rolled in soft and steady, brushing over their bare feet as they walked along the shoreline. The sky was beginning its descent into twilight, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and violet, the sea catching the light in shimmering ripples. Benjy carried his shoes in one hand, the other tucked firmly into the pocket of his cloack, while Caradoc strolled beside him, hands gesturing as he spoke.
They found a dry patch of sand near the dunes and sat down, the warmth of the day still clinging to the ground beneath them. Benjy pulled a battered book from his jacket, flipping through pages that were curled from years of use.
“Alright,” he said, “least favorite wizard poem, go.”
Caradoc let out a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, easy. Ode to the Empty Cauldron by Thaddeus Trelawney. It’s five pages of saying the same thing over and over again. ‘Oh, wondrous potion, you are now gone!’ Again and again. It means nothing.”
Benjy smirked. “It means he ran out of potion.”
Caradoc rolled his eyes. “Alright, then. What’s the book? Nicholas Nott: Collected Poems?”
Benjy snorted. “Never. He’s worse than Trelawney. It’s a Muggle poetry book.”
Caradoc’s eyebrows shot up. “You read Muggle poetry?”
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It really is crazy how if you mention you write fanfiction with people outside fandom, they're always like "you should change the names and try to sell it." It misses the point (fun), but more importantly to me, I get slightly (and I know irrationally) insulted on a craft letter. Excuse me, my fanfic is entwined with the canon, thank you very much. I wish sometimes less entwined. You wouldn't believe the stupid bullshit some of my fics have to include because of canon.
The tide rolled in soft and steady, brushing over their bare feet as they walked along the shoreline. The sky was beginning its descent into twilight, the horizon painted in streaks of orange and violet, the sea catching the light in shimmering ripples. Benjy carried his shoes in one hand, the other tucked firmly into the pocket of his cloack, while Caradoc strolled beside him, hands gesturing as he spoke.
They found a dry patch of sand near the dunes and sat down, the warmth of the day still clinging to the ground beneath them. Benjy pulled a battered book from his jacket, flipping through pages that were curled from years of use.
“Alright,” he said, “least favorite wizard poem, go.”
Caradoc let out a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Oh, easy. Ode to the Empty Cauldron by Thaddeus Trelawney. It’s five pages of saying the same thing over and over again. ‘Oh, wondrous potion, you are now gone!’ Again and again. It means nothing.”
Benjy smirked. “It means he ran out of potion.”
Caradoc rolled his eyes. “Alright, then. What’s the book? Nicholas Nott: Collected Poems?”
Benjy snorted. “Never. He’s worse than Trelawney. It’s a Muggle poetry book.”
Caradoc’s eyebrows shot up. “You read Muggle poetry?”
Snape’s plaque in the Hogwarts Memorial Garden be like
they resurrected the dire wolf and named one of them remus. now i need someone to write remus' werewolf form as this fluffy cutie
Hi, Sirius grew up basically the same as Draco in the sense of being pureblood kid from an affluent family and with shitty opinions, right? And maybe his taste in fashion stayed even after he ran away or spent a decade in Azkaban?
(i want to see Sirius in fancy wizarding clothes, that's it, pretty please)
Haha, okay, here you go! Maybe this is what he wore to Bill and Fleur’s wedding in the AU in which he lived 😅
