#black stag

[dappermouth]

Star of the morning, collapsed in the weeds.

[deadboystims]

★ ┊ hannibal stimboard red flowers and dark colors for 🧟 anon!

1 , 2 , 3 ┊ 4 , 5 , 6 ┊ 7 , 8 , 9

[gamergirldick]

I made a silly Milwaukee Bucks logo recolor in photoshop. Fear him.

[stucktomyshoe]

does anyone think that after some time the black stag started to protect Will instead of scare him??

[anxsity]

man the horrors of starting really are endless huh

[morggo]

Bound

Pen, ink, and gouache on Arches paper

6.5 in. x 8.5 in.

Part of WOWxWOW's Undercurrents show, starting February 2nd.

[jamessluttythighs]

have - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 216  - 16 September

James and Sirius’ favourite pastime was to sit on the steps outside the library and pass judgement on those going in to study. Their university was massive so the pool of randos was always plentiful.

“Sick as fuck bag”

“Frosted tips do not work on him.”

“She needs to ditch the scrunchie, that was so 2016”

Oftentimes it just resulted in a big game of smash or pass. Or rather it was a game for James where Sirius just offered his opinion. Sirius was hopelessly in love with his boyfriend, Remus. They had moved in together recently after problems with Sirius’ family. James doesn’t know the full story. Sirius hardly talks about his family. 

“She’s lovely, look at her hair. It’s like a fire.”

“That’s Evans, she’s in my Physics class. Too bad she likes women.”

“Ugh, all the good ones do.”

“Hmmm he’s cute,” James tried again.

“Too many facial piercings for me. Are those snake bites?”

“Hot. Wait no. I’ve found the love of my life. That devastatingly gorgeous, grey-eyed god just behind him.”

“What the fuck Prongs?” Sirius exclaimed, his expression incredulous.

James, startled by this sudden outburst, tore his eyes away from the man in the dark green crop top as he entered the library doors. “What?”

“That’s my little brother!”

“You have a brother?”

[onehundredflamingos]

3 / expect / 247 words

@stag-microfic

“Sirius, what the fuck!”

James was freaking out, crouched beside the host stand at a local restaurant to hide from his blind date who was already seated at their table, and Sirius was laughing at him.

“Who did you expect me to set you up with?”

“I don’t know!” James whisper-shouted into the phone. “Remus’ coworker? A long lost cousin? Someone I don’t already know!”

“You don’t want to date any of my cousins,” Sirius said, and James could hear the shudder in his voice even across the phone line.

James twisted his body and sat on his ass to continue their conversation. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“You’ve been in love with my brother for ten years,” Sirius argued. “It’s time you guys finally went out.”

“I’ve been in love with him for eight years, and that’s ex—”

“I hope you’re talking about me down there, otherwise this is a real waste of an evening.”

“Regulus!” James all but shouted. Regulus was standing at the host’s podium, staring down at James as he sat there on the restaurant floor like a small child.

Sirius cackled on the other end of the line.

“Asshole,” James groaned, finally ending the call and looking back up at Regulus. “Yeah, I was talking about you.”

James pushed himself off the floor and dusted off the back of his jeans before following Regulus back to their table.

“So eight years, hm?”

James stopped short, only just realizing what he had admitted to.

Shit.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Things to never say to James Potter- No. 1:

Regulus: Jamie would you be dear-

James: *transforms*

[aithusarosekiller]

Sirius trying to causally hint that Jegulus should get engaged bc he's not stupid, he can tell they both want to, they just don't know if the other is planning to instead

Sirius, picking Regulus up from someone on his motorbike: you know, if you had a husband with a car you wouldn't need me to pick you up all the time haha.....

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Sirius after watching a footie match with James and the boys: so James have you ever thought about the benefits of marriage?

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*movie night with regulus*

Sirius: hey Lu, I found a speech I wrote when I was 10 for your future wedding, imagine if you told little me it would end up being about my platonic soulmate!

Regulus, unbothered: mhm

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Sirius: my cousin's wedding anniversary was yesterday...we should have a wedding some time soon, it would be nice to get plastered and catch up with some people I haven't seen in a while

James: who, us? I don't think regulus would like that one if I'm honest

Sirius: *going insane*

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Sirius: look at this cool ring, you should give it to James!

Regulus: it's not the right size

Sirius: how the fuck- you didn't even pick it up!

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They both end up proposing at the same time and ofc he is the first to congratulate them! He goes for a causal 'nice one lads, can't wait' but he looks WAY too happy for it to work

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Forest by Екатерина Смольянинова

[francy-sketches]

POV they caught you chasing cats in the red keep

[prodigalsonrunning]

My favorite artist hands down.

Star of the morning, collapsed in the weeds.

[morggo]

White Stag

Gouache and ink on wood panel, 6x8"

[jamessluttythighs]

head - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 284 - 13 September

“You know Prongs this is the first Sunday in ages that I think you’ve slept in,” Remus remarked, popping his head through the curtains of James’ four-poster.

James froze in place. Regulus’ eyes snapped open. Fear gripping both of them. James moved his lips away from where he was painting Regulus’ neck purple. Barely coherent, Regulus tried to sit up but could only manage lifting up into his elbows. Shifting into gear, James sprang up on the bed - almost as though he was electrocuted.

“Moony! It’s not what it looks like! I was just … uh”

A smirk crept across Remus’ face. “Oh really Prongs? I’d love you to enlighten me as to what you were doing?”

“Um well”

“Cause it looks like you were defiling Pads’ little brother, is what it looks like”

Regulus cleared his throat, “Remus, listen I don’t know about defiling,” he mused.

Remus laughed. James immediately pulled him into the surrounding of the curtains.

“Don’t, you’ll wake Pads!” James whisper-shouted.

“I would love to see what story you spin for him,” Remus cackled, holding his stomach, “how many nights have you spent here Reg?”

It was Regulus’ turn to smirk. “The past three nights,” he replied smugly.

“Oh don’t think you’re so slick, I just thought Prongs was just having a good wank on Friday.”

Regulus’ cheeks burned red, pushing James, he whispered furiously, “I thought you said you were good at silencing charms.”

“I am”

“He’s shit at them.”

The three of them whipped around to see Sirius, sleep still in his eyes.

“You don’t have to look so dumbfounded, I’ve known since you first got together. I read James’ diary”

Sirius left the three of them speechless.

[onehundredflamingos]

13 / head | scarf / 447 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“I wish you’d stop wearing my brother’s clothes,” Sirius said with a scowl, nodding at the Slytherin scarf wrapped around James’ neck. “Green isn’t your color.”

“Every color is his color,” Regulus argued, suddenly standing beside James.

James had slept over in Regulus’ dorm room the night before; he had gotten ready there before breakfast, and wasn’t expecting to see Regulus again until after their school days were over. “Although I am partial to him putting my clothes on instead of his own after we fu—”

“That’s—“ Sirius cleared his throat, quickly drowning out the rest of Regulus’ sentence with his own sound of disgust. He turned away, muttering quietly to himself, “I hate this.”

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack?” James asked with a laugh, turning away from his best friend’s retreating back and looking down at his boyfriend.

“Me?” Regulus asked indignantly, feigning offense. “You’re the one who grabbed my scarf this morning.”

“It smells like you,” James replied, almost petulantly. The words were confident, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Regulus smiled up at him, a soft, knowing thing that was reserved only for James, before grabbing each end of the offending scarf in each of his fists. He tugged roughly, yanking James’ head down until their lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“Meet me in my dorm at lunch and you can earn it back,” Regulus said suggestively, before pulling James into a deep kiss. There was the distant, unmistakable sound of Sirius choking on his pumpkin juice behind them, but James could hardly hear it, all of his senses honing in on the feel of Regulus’ tongue against his own. His focus was solely on the promise of what was to come. “But right now I need it back, or I won’t hear the end of it from Slughorn.”

James whined as they broke apart, but he let Regulus pull the fabric from around his neck, and watched as Regulus turned to walk away with nothing more than a wink.

“Stop staring at my little brother,” Sirius said, walking back up to James and smacking him in the back of the head. “We’re going to be late for transfiguration.”

“But he’s so p—”

“If I have to hear you tell me that he’s pretty one more time, I’m gonna hit you again.”

James huffed out a laugh, but obediently followed Sirius to class in silence anyway.

He spent the rest of the morning keeping his thoughts to himself, the ones of a pretty pale body writhing beneath his touch, of pretty pink lips and pretty grey eyes.

Lunch didn’t come nearly fast enough.