#noble house of black

[randommmthoughts]

STOP IT

Sirius: Abuse can feel like love.

Remus: Why?

Sirius: Starving people will eat anything.

[hellojuiceboxbaby]

Regulus is the type of sibling that would make fun of the way Sirius dresses (calling him tacky and tasteless every chance he gets) and then turns around and steals the very clothes he this is “unfashionable”. He’ll walk around the house in Sirius’ band tshirts and be caught leaving the house in his leather jackets because “they look better with his outfit” than anything he owns himself. Regulus will look him up and down and without blinking say “you’re going out dressed like that” and then copy the outfit word for word a week later.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

[reguluslovesspelunking]

regulus “i hate physical touch but i’m actually so touch starved please hold me” black

[arcturusprongs]

to me: regulus loved to swim. he’d be in the bath until his fingers and toes got pruny, he loved pools and freezing lakes, and he never hated the water. so when people say that he couldn’t swim, i say there’s a difference from being DRAGGED down into the water and drowning.

[acertifiedwitch]

they’re fucking btw

[starkingdraws]

Sad siri

[moonlitkihu]

Black sisters meeting Baby regulus and 2 years old Sirius.

Andi: So what do we do with them?

Cissa: Play dolls?

Bella: Want a beer?

Sirius about to summon their house elf

Andi: HE’S TWO

Bella: I DON’T KNOW, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO WITH IT?!

[outromoony]

Regulus Sirius

[spookyasmr]

[vomits0cutely]

Walburga: you are not good enough for my son.

Remus: you’re not good enough for your son.

Walburga: pardon.

Remus: you heard me.

[goldenminutes]

sirius black who didn’t bat an eye any time he got detention, who taunted filch under the cloak when it was past curfew, who got excited pulling pranks over the risk of getting caught

sirius black who would step right in front of voldemort if he needed to, who was a top member of the order, who pushed down death eaters like they were dominos

sirius black who still flinched when he heard walburga’s name, who refused to go near an unforgivable, who couldn’t stand to hear people yell

sirius black who removed the mask of every death eater he encountered, who looked in every shadow, who hoped he would see regulus again

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / voice / 355 words

“He doesn’t have the right voice,” Regulus stated firmly. 

Barty bursted out laughing along with Evan, “What does that even mean?” 

They had spent all night trying to figure which Hogwarts bachelor would be Regulus’ best match. They started by house and went through the list of every student from sixth and seventh year. Even the most handsome and brilliant students apparently were not good enough for Regulus. 

There was always something. Too short, too tall, too dumb, too full of himself, too anything.

“At this rate the only other boys we haven’t gone through is your brother, and I’m guessing that’s another Black tradition you are no longer following. Then we have Lupin, but you don’t seem like the ‘stealing your brother’s boyfriend type’, and of course there’s Pettigrew which you never have the patience for. And finally-” Barty paused and his eyes widened. He slowly approached Regulus, who was trying his hardest to conceal the flush creeping through his cheeks. 

“Well, all that’s left is Potter. But I never thought you to be the ‘falling for my brother’s best friend’ type either,” Barty remarked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus couldn’t help it; a small smile appeared at the corner of his face at the mention of James’ name. He was perfect. James had just the right height, and he was brilliant but not arrogant about it, he was funny and attentive and truly perfect. And his voice – Regulus loved it almost as much as he loved his smile.

He was so obviously and pathetically in love with him that his little reaction was enough for his friends to know just how enamored he was.

“I can’t believe this! Regulus Black, member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, practically the prince of Slytherin, is in love with the golden boy from Gryffindor?” Barty teased loudly.

“I am not!” Regulus retorted, though his tone was anything but convincing.

“Tell that to your face,” Evan quipped, earning a playful glare from Regulus.

“Fuck off,” Regulus rolled his eyes, but a bright smile peeked through—one that only James Potter could provoke.

more microfics here

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

The Heart of the Lion

Original: Ophelia, by Sir John Everett Millais, 1851-1852

Regulus Black’s corpse lays peacefully in the dark waters of the cave after accomplishing his last mission, unbothered by the hands reaching up to him from the depths.

Whether he intended to leave the cave or not is up to interpretation, but his sacrifice will stay unacknowledged for years to come, when there will be no one left to mourn him as a hero-or as a boy who, at last, tried to do the right thing.

[stareggie]

“the black brothers are my roman empire.”

- me, every day.

[antsrust]

Saw a short social media au on twitter and knew I HAD to draw them