#arcturus universe

[glassy-eyed-poet]

Me because I live and breathe for the marauders but the only merch I have is this mf:

[reguluslovesspelunking]

rumor has it that james potter is currently in brazil in a green and red house living on orange muffins

[deathnguts]

Bartylus actor AU except they’re both child actors that grew up making movie after movie and they just so happened to get cast in the same projects and films over and over until it was pretty much part of their brand as actors.

Like when they’re little kids, they get cast in family movies with a lot of kids and they’re both part of the ensemble of children or main characters that are friends or something. At first it’s just chance because their families both have similar amount of influence so they just want their kids in similar movies until it happens way too many times for comfort. By their pre teen years it’s instilled into their brand and they’re rarely seen in movies without the other, but the characters they play don’t always have the same relationship, like sometimes theyre enemies, friends, and then eventually… love interests. It’s coming of age or tragic romance when they’re young but as they grow into teens and young adults they just always play either a couple in romance movies or like a will they won’t they dangerous romance in action movies. They’re both genuinely good actors and have many different roles across many different genres and play each well because they’re good at faking.

But the one thing they aren’t faking is that they do actually like each other. They became fast friends as children since they kept seeing each other on sets, their chemistry as friends on screen was real. And then they got closer and closer as they grew up and their feelings for one another started to rise but they genuinely believed it was just because they had started playing in a lot of romantic roles together and it was just because they’re good actors. It’s not until they aren’t cast as each other’s love interest, for once, and they have to do the same routine with someone else and they realize that they don’t feel the way they do with each other with these strangers. It’s not just a role, it’s real, and always has been. It feels like actual faking to pretend anything else.

[hotteststar]

"When I see the way you act

wondering when I'm coming back

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you"

(by Rebecca Sugar)

except that it's reg in the afterlife who left for the horcrux mission without telling james who is waiting for him to come home

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

jegulus variants.

[hyperfocuscentre]

Why I think BLUE (Billie Eilish) is The Black Brothers coded!

“You were born bluer than a butterfly

Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen

Colder than your father's eyes

He never learned to sympathize with anyone”

‘Your father’ because Orion was never Sirius’, Fleamont was always meant to be Sirius’.

“I don't blame you

But I can't change you

Don't hate you (Don't hate you)

But we can't save you (But we can't save you)”

Sirius coming to terms with the fact, although he’s his baby brother, he has to let Regulus make his own choices. Sirius coming to terms with the fact Regulus is following in the path their parents set.

“You were born reachin' for your mother's hands

Victim of your father's plans to rule the world

Too afraid to step outside

Paranoid and petrified of what you've heard”

I interpret this as being about the way Regulus was raised on the whole ‘Pureblood mania’ stuff. He was indoctrinated into the beliefs, taught to fear and despise the muggleborns.

“But they could say the same 'bout me

I sleep 'bout three hours each night

Means only twenty-one a week now, now”

Sirius about his own trauma and his own problems that came from his family. The beat drop feels like Sirius getting put in azkaban; no matter how much he tries, he’ll always be seen as the ‘evil’ heir to the Black family.

“And I could say the same 'bout you

Born blameless, grew up famous too

Just a baby born blue now, now”

Essentially, I think this song is Sirius looking over his relationship, regrets and memories with Regulus while he’s in Azkaban.

[urmultideadfandomperson]

Masquerade Masks

I have almost forgotten one of most important things in a masquerade—the masks!

Every masquerade includes the mask as a must. It is one of the things in the AU that makes the event more beautiful and mysterious. In this AU, the masquerade shall be animal-themed (not too much) similar to The Arcana.

(This is an example of what I mean)

In Discord, the masks of both the cast and some of the Summoners have been listed down. The animal-themed masks cannot duplicate in any way. Here are the following:

Arcturus - Sheep

Spica - Deer

Pollux - Black Cat

Alpheratz - Grizzly Bear

Sirius - Wolf

Vega - Fish (yes, Fish Vega is confirmed now)

Dahlia - Myna Bird

Elaine (@mumuscae) - Moth

Renee (@f14loveisyou) - Bunny

Ruby (@marisssa1248) - Crow

Mystery (my sister) - Fox

Luminous (@mochalumii) - Dog

Kaitlyn (@kaitlyn-pink) - Jellyfish

Luna (@afluffypanda) - Butterfly

Amber (@amber-of-tharaval) - Swan

Nicole (@pomegranateboba) - Polar Bear

[floralembarrassment]

Hi this is the first time I’ve sent in a request but I’ve found a thread on twitter (by angelnikss) about the marauders and their job if they were muggles. She imagined that James would be a firefighter and Regulus a book critic. Can you please write something that regulus is scared when James goes to work (but he always comes back). Or that they live next to each other and they meet and fall in love? I really love your work! <3

Hi there! Thanks for sending a request and I'm glad you find some joy here! I took the creative liberties to make your request a one shot - with love!

Burned (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus never really thought about James' job too much until nearly two years into their relationship. He had a great schedule and got to see Regulus often, and had a great group of friends whom he always worked really closely with. They moved into a big house together about a year and half in, and well.... that was that. James went to work and so did Regulus.

No, Regulus didn't think about James' job until he had to. Until James got hurt. Until James had called him from the hospital, told Regulus he was all burned up, and it was pretty bad so he would have to stay a few nights.

And then after James explained to Regulus what happened, after Regulus his golden brown skin seared and stretched and raw, after he saw his sun sleeping in a hospital looking so small, all Regulus could do was think about James' job.

About how dangerous it was. How he could get hurt any day. How these injuries aren't even the worst possibility. How he sends James' off with a kiss each morning and now is realizing he may never come back one night.

James came home one day and found Regulus crying in bed, curled in his side. Rushing over to him, he scooped Regulus into his arms and held him.

"What's wrong love?" James asked voice soothing as his hand rubbed circles on his back.

"I- it so afraid you're going to get hurt again..." Regulus mumbled into James' shoulder as he wiped his tears.

Regulus finished explaining and looked his watery grey eyes into James' honey brown ones. "I just keep thinking about you in that hospital bed and James I just- I can't have anything happen to you."

"Oh Reg," James said squeezing Regulus tighter. "You know I'm scared too," he said looking back at him.

"You are?"

"Yeah... I know you would figure it out but I'm not done loving you. I'll never be done loving you."

It didn't change the situation. James still went to work but it was helpful for them both know that the other was worried. And it made James act smarter on the job, think more clearly, and it allowed for Regulus to savour every moment as a precious one.

[meakajamespotter]

Another Fanfic Idea (Marauders)

In a world where one per cent of the population has powers. In this kingdom, people with powers are condemned to a death sentence because they are considered a danger to society. Set in a Middle Ages vibe and universe but with fantasy, three children of three noble families—Regulus, Pandora, and Dorcas—have to run away because their powers were discovered. They try to escape to a nearby kingdom where powers are allowed and even celebrated, ruled by Prince James.

Sirius doesn't hesitate one minute and runs away with his brother Regulus and group, along the way, they save someone with their powers from a pirate attack, that someone reveals themselves to be Prince James. As a reward, they are invited to join his court.

Meanwhile, one of the pirates, Remus was on the pirate boat that sank in the ocean after the defense. He was holding onto a piece of wood unconscious when Sirius saw him and insisted on rescuing him. Now, they all stick together at Prince James’s court, trying to stay safe while dealing with magic and new norms and culture.

( I don't know if it makes sense 🤔 it does in my head, though )

[maxyaps]

What if, and just hear me out for a second, I make a hanahaki disease AU for jegulus?

[chaoticcate]

After a long while away from writing, I’m back!

Sirius and Regulus Black found themselves torn from their abusive family home and thrust into the unforgiving foster care system at a young age. Their journey takes a turn when Sirius, acting on protective impulse, lands in Juvenile Detention.

Months later, Sirius is released and temporarily placed with the Potter family. Sirius works to keep his exterior tough, but beneath the shell is a fragile and wounded boy. The Potter's offer an unconditional love that Sirius has no idea how to accept, and he fears that if he lets himself touch it, he will ruin the rare thing this family has. Sirius will risk it all to be reunited with the only source of love he understands– Regulus. His brother and his purpose.

Sirius, despite his attempts at self destruction, learns to accept love. This Found Family narrative unfolds with elements of hurt, healing, camaraderie, and the profound experiences of coming of age.

Title is from the Soccer Mommy song of the same name!

First 5 chapters are up, 6th coming tomorrow (hopefully)

Give it a read! Or, if you’re not sure it’s your thing, give it a reblog!

[jfpstarchaser]

"Regulus," James calls him, he sounds so sweet. Regulus can feel a shiver go down his spine at his tone, so adoring. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up, he looks at James, then. And he's so pretty.

James looks so pretty like that, sprawled on Regulus' silk sheets, looking up to him with those doe hazel eyes, his shirtless torso showing Regulus every bit of that beautiful brown skin that there is to see, his muscles flexing when he supports himself on his elbows to come up again, trying to get closer.

Regulus cannot control himself around him.

He wants to devour James, strip him of his desires to satisfy his own needs, put his hand through his solar plexus and look for his heart to tear it away from his chest, to hold it close to himself, never to return it. Perhaps, then, James will realise Regulus is just no good for him. Perhaps, James will realise how much of a mistake he is making in choosing Regulus, then. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Those are hypotheticals, though. So here is a matter-of-fact statement: Regulus will never let him go.

James can walk through those doors anytime, he truly can, but he will never leave whole, because Regulus will hold a part of him for himself, forever. It's his. And for as long as James doesn't walk away through that door, James, too, is Regulus'.

James belongs to him, just like Regulus has given himself to him.

"You forget yourself," Regulus says, still standing at the foot of the bed. James really is a sight to behold. His messy coffee-coloured hair falling just above his bright, bright eyes, his lips red from kissing, his golden glasses sliding down his freckled nose, his cheeks rosy with excitement, his chest heaving, taking in quick breaths every time Regulus gets closer to him.

Regulus cannot wait to have his body pressed against his; to feel his strong and gentle hands, his warm, warm skin, his plump lips against his, to put their foreheads together, to circle his waist with his thighs, then to caress his mess of curly hair, to breathe together with him, to lay his head on his chest, their joint legs a mess on its own. To wake up with him, after.

Regulus loves him so much.

Regulus loves him so much, he's risking it all for him. Ready to give everything he owns away, to never leave the safe space James made out of this damned room, he's ready to do it all for him. For those hazel eyes, for that bright smile with dimples, for those loving hands, for that contagious laugh, everything. Everything, James.

"Your Highness," James sighs, tilting his head left, just a little. His eyebrows drawing together slightly, correcting himself, he bites his lip and looks up to Regulus' eyes again, his words a bitter reminder of who they are. "Come back to me, please," He pleads, looking expectantly at Regulus.

Regulus does.

He is all too eager to return to him, so he does. Regulus breathes in because just like James, every movement from the other has him drawing quick breaths, excitement pouring out of him in waves, then joins him on the bed, a mess of silk sheets.

He doesn't care for his title any more than he does for his council, he hears it daily, everywhere, all the time. Hates it, sometimes. But James, even if bitter on occasion, makes it sound so much better than it really is, this title.

Your Highness, James says, and Regulus wants to kiss it off his mouth. He wants to swallow that sweet and adoring tone down his own throat. Maybe then, the stolen title won't taste like chalk.

Your majesty, James jokes sometimes, and Regulus wants to lick it true out of his mouth. He wants to make an Emperor out of himself, so James will call him that again. Your majesty, Regulus wants him to whisper in his ear, then kiss the rest of his words down his skin.

Regulus, James calls him, and Regulus hears it, the gold liquid worship dripping from his tone, the way his mouth breathes out Regulus' name, and it makes Regulus want to steal his breath away to his own selfish lungs.

My love, James murmurs sometimes, when he thinks Regulus isn't paying attention, he kisses it on his pale skin, love pouring out of his mouth, indeed. Regulus has the impertinence to desire to make himself pliant beneath him, so maybe then, James won't murmur, but call him my love to his mouth, not his hip, eyes on him while Regulus overwhelms himself swallowing that down, too.

Regulus wants to consume him whole, truly. Bones and all. But since he cannot, he does the next best thing and tentatively sits in James' lap, his eyes glued to James', aware of every part of him, then he brings his hands up to his face, the cold silver of his rings against James' warm cheek.

Regulus watches it in delight, the breath James sharply takes in, exhaling through his open lips, then.

He can feel his own breath stutter, his heart picking up, the warmth that covers James' face coming to Regulus', too. Regulus loves it, this with James. Whatever, with James. Oh, as long as it's James, he loves it.

Then, Regulus can see James' smile and barely has time to breathe himself to properness again when James' hand touches his waist beneath his shirt, he holds it for a second, a mischievous little twinkle in his mahogany eyes, then slides it all the all up to his spine, feeling against his palm Regulus' shiver. Regulus has his breath stuttering again, then.

James' hands are surely one of Regulus' weaknesses, coming behind James himself, no doubt. Regulus cannot figure out how he does it, but James' hands are something else entirely; they touch so softly, love marking the way they passed, but they can also touch roughly, strength bruising the way, then. And he can touch roughly with worship in his hands, still. Every bit James has touched feels marked by him.

Regulus has James' concealed handprints all over his body, marked by him everywhere, touched by him down to his bones, Regulus is convinced James has his initials branded by his suave fingertips into Regulus' soul.

Exactly when it happened, Regulus cannot tell, but it's been quite some time. There was a Regulus before James and there's him now, James'.

Regulus won't ever forget it, this man. This man and his love-worshipping hands, his hazel gaze that feels like a warm lighthouse countering Regulus' storming grey-blue waves, his low laughter that feels like a breath of fresh air caressing Regulus' cheeks.

Regulus adores him.

Regulus couldn't care less about his infamous name, James Potter is nothing if someone worthy of everything. Regulus wants to give him everything, shower him with the best he can buy with all that useless gold he has because James has given him everything already, and has already showered him with the best gold cannot buy: his love.

Regulus sighs, then, dipping down to close the distance between them and kissing James' grin out of his mouth, biting his low laughter away with his teeth on his bottom lip.

Regulus loves this, too.

He loves the way James kisses the pleased sounds of his own throat into Regulus' tongue, the way his hands give away trying to support himself to just— hold Regulus instead.

James falls on his back on the bed and Regulus follows him, unwilling to part with him now that he has tasted it again, tasted him. James' hands hold him again, softly, the one on his back coming back down his waist, while his other holds his jaw, his thumb caressing Regulus' skin. James brings them closer, their bodies flushed together and Regulus' the one kissing a groan into James' tongue, then.

Regulus knows, logically, that this is fated to fall apart eventually. He knows. They are fated to fall apart, and yet to know this doesn't matter, all it does is make Regulus more and more hungry for him.

Regulus is a starving man, ready to devour every moment they get before their inevitable fall.

Every second he gets with James is a second closer to the day they will fall apart, and he doesn't care. He will take everything in the meantime. Regulus will take, take, take and then drown himself in everything that James has to give. And he will do it happily.

He will do it happily, so when the day for James to leave him comes, he will let him go, holding onto nothing but everything he already took. Regulus will satisfy himself with the pieces and not the whole man because he knows James deserves better than him.

However, until then, he's more than willing to just let the thought sit in the back of his mind like it doesn't matter, as if it won't hurt.

(It will. Regulus knows letting go of James, losing him to someone else, will tear his insides apart. Or worse, losing him to a world so much more fulfilling than this unnamed relationship of theirs, to an adventure Regulus can only dream of following him into, to a place where he wouldn't have to sneak around, where he doesn't have to hold himself back, where he can be as free as he should be.

Regulus begrudgingly admits that the Sea has so much more to offer James than him and he cannot, even with every selfish cell in his body screaming against it, deny James of it.

He would never deny James of anything if he could.

He can already feel the taste of the salty tears he will shed, fitting for they will remind him even more of who James left him for, the Sea. He can feel the frustrated scratches his nails will leave on the skin of his arms, feel the ever-there throbbing behind his eyeballs, the rough pain in his throat.

And knows, he won't regret it. As long as it makes James happy. Free, as he deserves to be. Free, as Regulus cannot make him, cannot be with him.

The Sea will care more for him than Regulus ever could, and the Sea will have James, but for now, he is Regulus' and Regulus will take everything that James offers to him.)

Regulus lets go of it and puts himself in the present again. He buries his fingers in James' curls, scratching slowly along his scalp, pressing back to the hungry mouth kissing his own.

James laughs against his mouth, then kisses his face. His lips pass everywhere, leaving invisible marks behind, he kisses his way through Regulus' eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, his neck, his chest.

He feels him everywhere.

Regulus thinks there isn't a better way to self-destruct than this. He would do it again, a million times, just to feel the touch of this sun-kissed man, to feel his warm, warm love.

[deathnguts]

Spideypool is Bartylus I take no questions

[moonlitkihu]

thinking about if Regulus didn’t die, if he did manage to survive. He could’ve been another spy for Dumbledore. when Sirius went into Azkaban and returned, He saw Regulus teaching in Hogwarts. Then Regulus meeting Harry for the first time, the godson of his brother. The spitting image of James Potter, with soft eyes belonged to Lily Evans.

Regulus swore he almost called him James. Hated himself for it. He should’ve been able to help his brother’s best mate. He should have done something.

Regulus often plays with Luna Lovegood, as a baby and till now. A spitting image of her mother, Pandora. Sometimes Regulus would braid Luna’s hair, like he did to Pandora when they were young. Only he knew how close they were. Being named Luna’s Godfather was the best thing he ever felt.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SPEAKING OF MEGA HEAT TODAY -- THEY CAME FROM INNER SPACE TO SCORCH THE MARVEL UNIVERSE

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1696x2131 -- Spotlight on original art for "The Micronauts" promo poster, with artwork by Jackson "Butch" Guice, published by Marvel Comics in 1983.

EXTRA INFO: "This art was used for a promotional poster for Marvel's "Micronauts" comic book. Acroyear, Space Glider, Bug, and the rest of the Micronauts, who were based on the Mego toys, are "hot," thanks to Jackson Guice's detailed artwork!"

-- HERITAGE AUCTIONS (Comics, Comic Art, & Animation Art)

Source: https://comics.ha.com/itm/a/810-1294.s#

[nothelena21]

22:30 - Le Château Noir. (Alternate Universe)

Arcturus: -intense and hypocritical conversation about values, loyalty, politics and work-

Orion: -50 years old... already quite old and tired of being told what to do and how to live-

Melania: -noticing the tension in the atmosphere- Orion! Your sister told me that you tidied up the garden a little...

Orion: Yes, it was a fun activity...

Arcturus: Gardening is for women.

Orion: ...and I also got a dog.

Melania: A dog? You never liked dogs.

Orion: But this one is very pretty and noble... his name is Padfoot. Do you want to see it? He's not usually far from home.

-They walk to the exit of the house-

Orion: There is!

Melania: -scared- it's... it's very nice.

Orion: Do you want me to call him?

Arcturus: No.

Minutes after the Black-McMillan couple leaves:

Sirius: So... they were scared?

Orion: You have no idea how much.

Sirius: Brilliant.