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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Hey sorry for not posting any fics for awhile I was busy writing 2 lines and then deleting and rewriting them ten times. Sorry again

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I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me

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this is so pretty!

first post.. this is a bit scary lol

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Context: Regulus is Harry's art teacher, James is the one that picks him up and has a huge crush on Regulus, and Harry, being Harry, tells him.

This will be a series.... I think.

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thanks for the tag @thelegitcasper

No pressure tag @theicarusconstellation @courfee @orionsgirl7lovegoodravenclaw

LETS GET READYYY TOOOO RRRRRRUMMMMMMBLE

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this is soo cool

Reggie sketch

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Regulus drenched in blood, the body of Peter impaled by a spike a few feet below them: Sirius, you don't understand what's happening here...

Sirius raised his wand: You killed him

Blood soaked Regulus hands

Rage was swimming in Sirius eyes

or Regulus found out who was the traitor

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter #jegulus #black brothers #angst

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this is sooo cute<3

february 5, @jegulus-microfic prompt: hormones. word count: 653.

The light streamed through the window just right, shining golden rays across Regulus’ sharp cheekbones, highlighting his pale freckles. James could do nothing but stare at the pretty boy across from him. Regulus looked adorable sitting there, forehead scrunched slightly in concentration, tongue in his cheek, licking his lips when there was a particularly hard question he didn’t know the answer to. James just wanted to touch, because he was angelic—heavenly, even—and he looked like he deserved to be worshiped, sitting there, all dark tousled curls and—

“James,” Regulus hissed. James’ head snapped up towards his eyes—his lovely gray eyes, stormy and alluring, they pulled James right in like gravity—and he clocked the immediate irritation there. “Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

James nodded before the sentence had even left his mouth. “Absolutely.”

One delicate eyebrow arched, a coy smirk playing on his lips. The threat swirling in his eyes didn’t dissipate, though—he looked like a circling predator, eyeing its next meal. So vicious, so pretty—James was entirely at his disposal, preparing for slaughter. “Alright. Tell me one thing you’ve learned from the past few minutes.”

James quickly ran through memories of the past couple minutes, desperately searching for something, anything he could say, besides you’re so pretty, you could step on me and I’d thank y—

“Hormones!” James nearly shouted, excited for remembering something Regulus talked about. “You were discussing hormones, and you said… protein is a growth hormone, and it promotes the growth of…body tissues!” James grinned, very pleased with himself. Regulus couldn’t snark at him now, because duh, he was listening.

Regulus’ shoulders dropped, relaxing as he leant away from the table. “Well, then, you haven’t been completely useless, I suppose.” He picked up the textbook and shoved it in front of James, pointing at meaningless words on a page. “Here, it—”

And James was struck with an impulse.

“Go on a date with me,” James blurted, words breathy and looking up at Regulus through his lashes, warmth in his eyes because he was so full of affection for that boy.

Regulus jolted back, gray eyes wide but moving with some emotion, something stricken across his face. “What?”

“Go. On a date. With me,” James said with a slight smirk, much more confident in his words the second time. He couldn’t back out now.

And Regulus Black—the man with a heart of stone and built like a fortress—blushed. A swell of pride rushed through James’ chest.

“James, we are supposed to be studying—”

“I don’t need it. I’m not failing the class.”

“You’re kidding,” Regulus said, deadpan and staring right at him.

Pushing down the rise of fear, because boy, could Regulus intimidate him, James said, “No, love, I really just wanted to spend time with you. Faked the failing student act. But—”

Regulus’ face didn’t even flicker. “You wasted my time. I could be doing so many other, much more important things than entertaining you.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for not being direct about it. Let me make it up to you. Please, love, let me take you on a date.” James wouldn’t beg for attention, but he needed Regulus to take him seriously.

There were many beats of silence.

A twitch of the lips, an amused glance from those gray eyes that James could get lost in.

“Okay.”

James almost fell off his chair. “Okay?”

Regulus smiled, and it took James’ breath away. Pretty, pretty, pretty. “Still think you’re a nutter,” he quipped, gathering his books and picking up his bag. “Just think you might be a cute one.” He grinned at James, picking up James’ arm, and wrote his number in Sharpie across the back of his hand. “Text me,” Reg said with a wink over his shoulder, strutting out through the library doors.

James watched him walk away with heart eyes and a smile on his lips, the promise of a date warming his heart.

also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic wip): february, i'm yours

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stay with me

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challenging this fandom to leave artists alone this year and let them draw characters however they want to draw them.

“the fandom all agree—” does it? does it really? because this fandom can’t even agree on the color of the sky most of the time. you bitch about characters being too tall, too short, green-eyed, blue-eyed, long haired, short haired… it literally does not matter. it will never matter. because they are not real.

but do you know who is real? the artist you send anonymous hate to telling them to off themselves. the artist whose hard work you shit on simply because it isn’t what you want, even though you couldn’t hold a pencil to save your life.

if you’re this pressed about how attractive/unattractive someone draws a character who literally does not exist in the real world as a flesh and blood human, then you need to step away from the computer, walk outside, and touch grass.

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Fanfic reader's prayer: may my favorite author's hyperfixation on this fandom last longer than mine 🙏

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oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

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That time when Regulus dressed up as Gwen Stacy

James's fav spiderman is Andrew Garfield's one because I say so.

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oh and here’s this. i forgot to post it woops

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Regulus always thought he would find peace in his final moments, that he will feel free when his last breath will leave his body.

But when the hands pushed him under the water there was only panic grabbing him like a tornado, he just wanted to fight, just wanted to see his brother again, see his sun.

He never made it to the surface and his last breath was filled with regret, panic and blood.

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #black brothers #angst