also it's phoenix

So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back (x)


aw man this was originally supposed to be practice (hence as to why it looks absolutely messy) but i can never leave things unfinished once i start them :’)

new mutants (april 13, 2018) - diverse cast, horror premise, written and directed by the same guy who did the fault in our stars

deadpool 2 (june 1, 2018)- everyone’s favorite pansexual antihero in action once again, sequel to fox’s first rated r superhero hit that had the odds stacked against it, diverse cast, directed by the same guy who did john wick and atomic blonde

x-men: dark phoenix (november 2, 2018)- diverse cast, simon kinberg’s directorial debut after being a producer for most of the x-men films, female villain played by JESSICA CHASTAIN, cherik part 7



“That’s not important! Don’t ask me questions! I’m not taking questions! The Coolest Defense in the West is not taking questions! I am the Coolest Defense in the West! I’m taking action!”

(round one)/(round two)

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


The first think I want to make clear is that he was not perfect.

Regulus was a person full of prejudices. That’s something we know from Sirius’ words in Order of the Phoenix (“my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them…”) and more importantly we know from Kreacher’s words in Deathly Hallows (“For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Muggle-borns… and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve…”).

Does that mean he was a bad person? No. Unfortunately, in my opinion all of us have prejudices. Slughorn himself in Half-Blood Prince makes comments like “Your mother was Muggleborn, of course. Couldn’t believe it when I found out. Thought she must have been pureblood, she was so good”, comments that of course Harry didn’t like at all. But Slughorn, with all his flaws and his fears, was a good person. I think it’s the same with Regulus.

This takes me again to Sirius’ quote (the one about being soft) and to explain, not excuse, Regulus’ behaviour. Regulus died at eighteen years old. When I was his age I felt more as a kid than an adult. My brother is eighteen now, and I still see a lot of a kid in him (which is not bad!).

What I mean is that Regulus died being almost a child, and grew up being fed upon his parents prejudices, and believing them. It takes a lot of strength, a lot of bravery, and a lot of hardness to oppose one’s family, or that’s how I see it, and Regulus was soft, and so he believed his parents. When Sirius tells his story, my interpretation of his words is that he’s bitter precisely because Regulus was too soft, and that softness is what made him believe their parents. Regulus wasn’t nor strong nor brave nor hard enough to oppose… or so thought Sirius. I’ll come back to this later.

I think it’s understandable what Regulus did (understandable, not justifiable). Regulus had prejudices against the Muggleborns from the education his parents gave him, and he was soft and believed them. But Kreacher states that he talked for years about Voldemort, the power the Pureblood would have, how they wouldn’t have to hide anymore, and also talked about how proud Regulus was when he took the mark.

Okay, here’s my point. Obviously Regulus made his parents’ ideas his own, and that is understandable. Regulus took the mark when he was sixteen, and still he spent years talking about Voldemort (also in Deathly Hallows Hermione notices the collage under the Toujours Pur motto, a collage made up from newspaper cuttings about Voldemort, and she says that “Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters”; I’ll make a comment about this later). For a boy, barely a teenager, who has lived the break of his family and the abandon of his brother (and I will talk about this later as well), who lives in a world hidden from the world, Voldemort’s way had to be certainly attractive.

Voldemort promised freedom. Voldemort promised power for the Purebloods to rule upon the Muggle and Muggleborns, Purebloods like the Black family, so pure they were practically royal (and everyone inside royalty loves being royalty, let’s be honest here). Voldemort promised to rule upon them, to be over them, or at least Kreacher said those were Regulus’ words. Regulus talked about ruling and stop hiding, not erradication; about that and fulfill the ideals whose un-fulfillment had separated his family. Was it a good thing? No, but it had to be very tempting for a boy barely a teenager who had to live hiding and who had lost his brother. So at sixteen Regulus was brave enough to join Voldemort (and it took bravery; when Harry asks Sirius in Order of the Phoenix if his parents were Death Eaters his godfather answers: “they got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up first”).

Regulus died at eighteen and took the mark at sixteen. I don’t know what happened in-between, before Voldemort asked for an elf. When I read the books I have the feeling that Regulus was still delighted with Voldemort. But one may wonder about his intention when he volunteered to let Kreacher to Voldemort. Was it because he hadn’t done anything still (as Sirius said, Regulus was never that important: “he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort’s orders, more likely; I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person”) and wanted to help Voldemort, making also a “compliment” to Kreacher, who Regulus trusted extremely? Did he send Kreacher to spy on Voldemort, precisely because he trusted Kreacher, and that’s the reason of the explicit order to come home (that Kreacher complied and was ultimately what saved his life: “It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must be sure to do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do… and then to c-come home”)? Both interpretations are possible, which often happens with interpretations, but I lean for the former.

Kreacher seems to know Regulus very well, and it looks like he was able to read him, his concerns and emotions, but he talks about Regulus being strange and disturbed only once the cavern episode takes place, when Kreacher turns back home from there after Voldemort left him to die (“Master Regulus was very worried, very worried. Master Regulus told Kreacher to stay hidden and not to leave the house. And then… it was a little while later… Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell…”). So that’s why I think Regulus considered, like Kreacher, an honour to serve Voldemort and give him his elf. But Kreacher comes back, because his beloved master ordered him to, and tells a worried Regulus about what happened in the cave. Attending to Kreacher’s words, Regulus is not the same again.

Time goes by, but not much, and Regulus asks Kreacher to take him to the cave. From what Kreacher says I’m inclined to think it’s a matter of weeks maybe, even though maybe it was months because after around fifteen years the perception of time is different. Is it possible that in that time, besides thinking about Voldemort’s intentions, coming to the conclussion it was about Horcruxes, and making a copy of the locket, Regulus was investigating Voldemort himself? It’s possible. Maybe Regulus’ collage of newspaper was consequence of this research, and the dates were only from before him taking the mark because he took the care and time to look for and collect them; maybe it was all research and it opened his eyes. I must say I like this theory, but to be honest I lean towards another theory where Regulus isn’t that good. I think it’s more probably that, if he admired Voldemort that much, he simply collected newspaper cuttings with remarkable dates or events, and that after Kreacher’s story he saw them and read them in a different light (have you ever seen a film or read a text a thousand times but one day you look at it and it’s suddenly new, and you wonder how you never understood it like this before? That’s the feeling I’m talking about). To be honest as stupid as it may seem the question about Regulus’ collage being from before his Death Eater days or product of his attempt to figure Voldemort out is probably the first question I’d ask Rowling.

Anyway, the fact is that Regulus spends some time uncomfortable, thinking, and comes to Kreacher. He calls the elf and we all know what happens later. I’m pretty sure that, apart from not being able to comply the order of destroying the locket, Kreacher’s greatest pain was complying the order of abandoning his master in that cave.

There are still two things about what I said I’d come back and still haven’t, and I think they’re intertwined: I said I’d talk about Regulus’ softness and Sirius’ bitterness about it, and about the fact that he left his younger brother.

First of all I want to state that I think it’s pretty clear that Sirius was strong, rough even maybe. He was reckless, passionate and probably impulsive; he was hard (unyielding, troublesome, firm, difficult to deal with or manage; not soft). Sirius confronted his family directly, yelling and swearing, and finally he left. I’ve got two siblings, and maybe it’s because of the way we understand family here, but you don’t abandon a sibling. I find incredible and horrible what Sirius did; not that he left, but that he left his younger brother with that kind of parents like he did. Regulus was so young then, since he was younger than Sirius and he left when he was sixteen. I don’t know, but I find very hard to abandon a sibling as young as Regulus because the ideals they had. When you’re that young you can still see through and see more and change. Regulus’ ideals didn’t have to be forever. What even, Sirius? Couldn’t you help your brother a little in spite of all the rage, or use the rage to overcome Regulus’ possible reluctance? Besides, leaving like he did? Leaving to find himself another brother in James? That must have hurt Regulus more than death. I at least like to think the Black brothers loved each other once, or always, in spite of Sirius’ words (“I hated the whole lot of them”). After all, I think it fits for someone as familiar and as soft as Regulus was, and Sirius himself said that he tried to find information about Regulus’ death (“From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out”), and even though he said he hated them all, it’s clear that he hates his parents, but I feel it’s more like bitterness what he feels for Regulus. However, this is all speculation.

My point is that the fact that Sirius left and found himself another brother, and after the family disowned him and cut all bonds with him, in my opinion seems to be one of the reasons why Regulus took the mark: remaining the heir of the Black family, he had to do what would have been Sirius’ job. And to be honest I think Sirius hardness, his character in general, would have made a very valuable pawn for Voldemort, much more suitable than Regulus was, and would have probably made himself more important than his brother ever did. But again this goes beyond interpretation and is more like speculation.

I’ve said a lot of times that Regulus was soft, but I’ve not said in what sense he was (or at least in what sense I understood he was). When Sirius tells his story, he seems bitter about it. I think he reproaches Regulus that very softness, because he wasn’t strong enough or hard enough to oppose their parents. Regulus is, of course, soft in that sense; but he’s soft in general (yielding, easily penetrated, smooth, not rough, pleasant, gentle, easily influenced, not strong, conciliatory; not hard). My point is that Regulus was soft in all senses, almost the “idea” of softness; his body, his character, his manners,… all of it screamed (or whispered) softness. Regulus was the youngest. Regulus was so much like Sirius, but he was also thinner and smallest (“Harry could visualize them quite clearly, the frightened old elf and the thin, dark Seeker who had so resembled Sirius…”). I dare say Regulus was also the kindest and most compassionate.

Kreacher loved Regulus and hated Sirius. That’s because Regulus treated Kreached good, while Sirius didn’t at all. In fact, that cost Sirius his own life. In Deathly Hallows Hermione states clearly “Sirius was horrible to Kreacher, Harry, and it’s no good looking like that, you know it’s true. Kreacher had been alone for such a long time when Sirius came to live here, and he was probably starving for a bit of affection. (…) I’ve said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves. Well, Voldemort did… and so did Sirius”. I love that, I particularly love how she says “and so did Sirius”. I also love what Harry thinks after her words: “Harry had no retort. As he watched Kreacher sobbing on the floor, he remembered what Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius’ death: I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human’s…”.

I love that because I think it gives a fairly good point of view of how things were, to help determine the extent to Sirius’ hardness and Regulus’ softness and kindness. But also it provides us of another point of view of the same people, and tells us how having or not having a prejudice doesn’t necessarily makes you a good person or prevents you from having or not having another prejudice as repulsive as the first one.

Regulus was attracted to liberty, to not having to hide, to power, and was attached to his family, so he was prejudiced against the muggleborns. Besides, magic does seem superior in some sense to the lack of magic, so one needs education about the muggles to know they are not stupid. Arthur Weasley has an education about it, wrong in some senses, but he does have it, and I’m sure that’s part of the reason why the Weasleys haven’t prejudices against the Muggle or Muggleborns. The prejudice against the elves and the disregard towards them is something equally inserted in the wizarding world; even the Weasleys have it.

But people can educate themselves. They can learn and come to see things differently. Slughorn and Regulus did (Hermione said so explicitly echoing Harry’s thoughts: “Regulus changed his mind”), as Ron did with the elves, so they chose the right thing. Sirius never came to treat Kreacher in a kind way, and as I said that cost him his life.

Basically what I wanted to illustrate with that is that Sirius was hard, so he left; Regulus was soft, and so he stayed. But I think both acts required a lot of bravery.

Regulus did what he did because the world in which he had thrust himself into had hurt someone he loved (Kreacher). I like to think that when he came to know Voldemort’s real intentions his very softness and compassion made him see things differently, changed his mind and made him do the right thing in the end (unsuccessfully, but still). And as he was soft the way he did it was soft. Because Sirius would have done it like he did, with screams and noise and swearing. But Regulus was soft, so he told Kreacher to leave and left a note and a secret and died alone in silence.

Because Gryffindor’s way is usually like Sirius’, a bang, but Slytherin’s way is often more like Regulus’, more like a whimper.

So in brief, I think Regulus was a kind soft compassionate boy who was flawed, like we all are, made mistakes, like we all do, but came to his senses and was brave enough to make the right thing, which is something not all of us do.

He loved fondly, though his passion had a very special way of showing: by not showing, not being clearly acknowledged, keeping the secret so that those who were loved would be granted safety if all his deeds came up to nothing. He was brave, and I think he was good, and a Slytherin. I find him very interesting. And I love him very much.

So that’s it! I’ve tried to be explanatory and parcial, focusing on the books rather than my headcanons as much as possible. I hope I have been true.

I also want to say that everyone interested enough in Regulus to read this post (thank you for your patience, honestly) should message @alasseablack She is brilliant and kind, and the conversations I’ve had with her have been very helpful to write this.

Finally I want to say I’m really sorry for the delay! I wanted to say too many things and didn’t know how to start. I’ve probably exaggerated, though. I should have just cried.

fantasiame  asked:

Since the whole Whitebeard crew is happy to have a niece ( grandkid for the captain) they are betting what name of uncles or Aunts and grandfather the baby is gonna say for first. Of course it would be luffy for the dismay of the crew ;)

Skylar stared with blank fascination at the grinning face in front of her.

“Hi! I’m your Uncle Luffy! I’m gonna be King of the Pirates! Do you poop?”

Ace punched his idiot brother’s head, the man’s skull rattling about like a bobble-head. An action that made his daughter fall into a fit of squealing excited laughter, which kind of softened his next admonishing words. “Idiot! Of course, she’s a freaking baby! Don’t ask stupid questions…”

“Shishishishi~ Sorry Ace,” Luffy said, not really sounding sorry in the least, turning back to his niece, he crouched down to her level and urged, “Alright! Say: Luffy!”

“Aah~” she shrieked, raising her arms enthusiastically.

Marco, who’d been lurking nearby, snorted at the straw-hatted boy’s effort. “Do you have any idea how many of us have been trying to get her to say some variant of our names? She’s probably so confused she won’t get it right for a long while.”

Ace agreed. The amount of hounding his cute little daughter had was both endearing and astounding all the same. Still, he wouldn’t mind if somehow Luffy managed to weasel a word out of her that wasn’t just screeches or repeats of “ma” and “da.”

He smiled as Luffy staunchly ignored Marco, determined to prove him wrong. Sky seemed to be quite taken with his youngest brother, responding to his patient pronunciation of “Luffy” with various calls and whoops. She seemed to be having fun, her little feet thumping against the deck. Ace had to admit (grudgingly) that she did look pretty damn cute in the snow leopard onesie that her Godfather (shit he still couldn’t believe Law even agreed) got for her.

His eye twitched though when he noticed one of the spots was suspiciously shaped like the Heart Pirates’ Jolly Roger.

He was going to have to singe that one off.

“Poo?” Skylar questioned, stubbornly trying to pull her uncle’s finger into her mouth.

Luffy giggled at the word childishly, but forged on with astounding patience, “Close! Now, come on. On three you gotta say it. One. Two. Three. Luffy!”

“POOPY!” she cheered.

Everyone in the vicinity froze.

Ace felt like the entire world tilted on its axis, his brain momentarily flat-lining at the news. This can’t be it. This can’t be my daughter’s first word…

Then he went into full panic mode.

Shoving his brother roughly aside, he grabbed his precious little girl’s head into his palms, mashing her chubby cheeks together. “Don’t do this to Daddy, baby! Come on! Say Luffy!”

Skylar blinked at him for a stunned moment, before the tiny squished lips turned up into a smile. Her eyes lighting up in understanding. Ace loved her, truly she was the cutest, smartest, most precio– 


[In the background Spoons had completely lost her shit, cackling loudly about “Nothing but the best for our child” and repeating “Uncle Poopy” in increasingly hysterical tones. She couldn’t be trusted anymore. She was a traitor to his cause.]

Carefully, Ace bundled up his daughter, staunchly trying to ignore his darling child’s repeated mantra of “poopy poopy poopy” as he walked over to an equally somber Marco. In a quiet voice he asked, “Hey, Marco?”


Ace offered Skylar to him. “Hold my baby.”

“I gotch’yur baby, bro,” he stated, swaddling her close to his chest.

“Luffy,” Ace announced, his shoulders stiffening and his hands slowly tightening into fists.


Ace cracked his knuckles, slowly turning to glare over his shoulder at the younger man. Murder in his eyes.


His fists ignited.


April Drawing Challenge day 15! I missed posting on days 13 and 14 (I drew stuff, just not anything worth posting…) so uh, bonus sketch today?

With Apollo now having his own big and booming Law firm he gets invited to all kinds of executive party’s ( with him being the only lawyer and also getting important clients in Khu’rain I guess plus the fact he kinda saved the country ) Also the kind of parties that Edgeworth attends so he offers his help~

So the concept of a phoenix exists in the ATLA-verse somehow, and considering dragons exist I would think they’d be more than a symbol, even though we’ve never seen a single one (assuming they’re even still alive). So, maybe the phoenix is a single-individual species that simply dies and rebirths without offspring or brethren, so rare as to be practically nonexistent… 

What I’m saying is, I need to write about a phoenix.

Thatch: Oh no, we’ve heard that a thousand times already!

Ace: Marco’s even memorized the whole damn story word per word.