#pianist regulus

[stratiotis-nth]

NEW WOLFSTAR FIC

The girl came up to the bar and grinned. She had coily hair with star barrettes, and a lip piercing that glinted in the dim lamplight. Remus noticed her warm eyes lingering on Lily with apparent interest.

“A Plisner, lager, Cosmo, and a daquiri, please.” She slid a card over. “You can start a tab.”

“Coming up,” Lily swooped in, subtly hip-checking Remus out of the way. The girl’s interest was clearly reciprocated. “Lemme guess, you’re a daquiri.”

“Guilty.” The girl replied, leaning on the bar top. Remus shook his head in amusement and filled the pilsner. “How’d you know?”

“Classy and elegant. Clearly made for you.”

“Classy and elegant, huh? So what do you make of my friend’s drink requests?” The girl gestured to the three boys sitting at the booth, laughing amongst themselves.

“Hm,” Lily mused as she tossed a rum bottle while mixing. “Lager for the glasses. Easy going, seems a little nostalgic.”

“How you say that?”

“He’s wearing a college sweater and clearly hasn’t been enrolled for a few years.”

The girl snorted. “True. Alright, what about Plisner?”

“Blonde. Lightweight. Seems to be here for a good time. He’s enjoying just watching the other two banter.”

The girl’s eyes flicked over to Remus, twinkling.

“She’s good. Why don’t you tell me why a Cosmo fits my last friend?”

They both looked at Remus expectantly. Lily’s eyes were wide and pleading, clearly saying “don’t make me look bad in front of the pretty lady.”

Remus studied the last boy sitting in the booth. It was hard to tell from across the room, but there was definitely an elegance in the way he held himself. He had long, dark hair that spilled perfectly down his shoulders, and the dim lamplight threw sharp cheekbones and a jawline into clear relief. He wore ripped up jeans, a baggy band shirt, and a leather jacket. Remus couldn’t make anything of him, nothing as impressive as Lily’s deductions.

So instead—

“Looks like he’s a pain in the ass.”

There was a pause, and the girl burst into laughter.

“Oh that’s lovely,” she hooted. “You’re both my new favorite people. Mary McDonald. Nice to meet you.”

Ft. Wolfstar, Jegulus, minor Dorlene and Marylily

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[fircbolts]

pianist regulus <3

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Just think- musical duo Pandora Lestrange and Regulus Black, they entertain the families at Sacred 28 parties

Pandora on the Harp, Regulus on the Violin or Cello, and they compose their own duets together

On the rare occasion, pianist Evan Rosier joins then

[starcrossedbrothers]

Infinite Intermission

Black Brothers Angst | Chapter 1/3

So focused on the noise of the city, it takes Sirius a while to hear it, and when he does he startles so sharply that he drops his cigarette in his lap, immediately jumping to his feet and vanishing it between curses. When he stops and goes quiet, it’s still there, soft in the background. A quiet piano melody. Chopin, he recalls without thinking. One of the Nocturnes, in a minor key. He peers into the darkness. “Reg?” he whispers, feeling insane, out of his mind, knowing very well that no one’s there but still, he hears it. “Regulus?”

Or: Sirius coming to terms with Regulus' death. Three snapshots across seventeen years, all accompanied by the piano.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Pianist Regulus Headcanons because I love him:

He got private lessons since he was five. Influenced by Walburga who used to enjoy playing the piano herself.

Sirius also had lessons but he got bored and never actually learned it.

Regulus, on the other hand, fell in love with the piano. He used to imitate his teacher by playing the same keys only by hearing her.

Regulus practiced every day even if that annoyed Orion and Sirius, hearing the same tune over and over again.

He sat in front of the piano for hours and lost track of time. He almost missed dinner or stayed until late at night to practice.

Walburga loved hearing Regulus play. She knew he was a natural. She was secretly proud of him. And sometimes even pressured him too much to get the right keys.

For the rest of the family, music was just a hobby. Regulus was expected to work in the family's company with Sirius when he was older. Regulus just wanted to play the piano for the rest of his life.

Regulus's favorite pianist was Frédéric Chopin and his favorite tune to play was Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

At Hogwarts he took music lessons and practically owned the school's piano.

Firenze, the music teacher, had a special care for Regulus's talent. Sometimes they stayed after hours helping Regulus practice.

Regulus had a special routine before even touching the piano, that involved meditating to reach the perfect amount of concentration. He never performed if he knew he was not going to do it perfectly.

Regulus connected with his cousin Narcissa who was a violinist and a good one as well. They connected over their love for music and sometimes performed together in family meetings.

Regulus lost track of time and space when he was in front of the piano. The whole world disappeared around him. It was true love.

It was impressive and out of this world to see Regulus play. He connected with the piano like he didn't connect with anyone or anything else.

Sirius used to joke saying that he was never going to touch anyone in the way he touched the piano, mocking him for having an affair with a piano set, who he called Annie. Because PIANO, PIANI, ANIE... Annie...

"It's like watching you shag the piano, bet you even have orgasms while you play"

"Shut up, Sirius. Don't be disgusting"

When Regulus was stressed or sad, he didn't even touch the piano. He didn't want to play if he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it.

That was why when Sirius left, and Regulus had the pressure of being the new Heir on his shoulders, he stopped playing altogether. He even quit the music class at Hogwarts for his A-levels.

Firenze was very sad to have lost a student so talented and everytime he saw Regulus, he tried to convince him to return. But Regulus didn't want to.

Regulus didn't want to play if his mind wasn't in the right place. He didn't want to play if he didn't enjoy it anymore. He didn't want to play just to play. Just because he had talent. He couldn't.

But that didn't mean that he didn't miss it. He sometimes sat in front of the piano, stared at it and closed his eyes trying to remember how good it felt. But he didn't dare to touch the keys. He played the right keys on his mind, and went over the tune in his mind but didn't actually play.

Sirius felt guilty that his brother had given up his passion because of him. And tried to convince his brother to carry on. But their relationship was complicated at that point. And Regulus was stubborn. He was angry at Sirius for leaving. And that was not the only reason he stopped. He was sad all the time and didn't feel like it.

It was until he met Pandora that he started playing again. It was when Pandora tried to play, horribly, that Regulus got exasperated and sat down in front of it to show Pandora how it was done.

Just by touching the piano, he felt a sort of electricity again. And he wondered how he lived without playing.

It took him some time to be able to play a whole piece without crumbling down. It was after he fixed things with Sirius, when he gave up his duty to be the heir and got better mentally.

But when he played again, it was as if two lovers reunited again. It was magical. So magical that made Regulus cry.

He started playing again. Of course he did. For him it was like breathing.

And he was good. After finishing Hogwarts, he traveled the world giving concerts to which he was invited. Then he joined a conservatory in Italy, where, he settled with his best friend Pandora.

Regulus found his vocation in music. The real love of his life was the piano. (He is aroace in my headcanon) And he never stopped playing again.

He even composed his own melodies that were recognized worldwide

[daliyla]

They tell the story of an incredibly talented boy who used to play piano- you might wish to know if they're right.

See, Regulus was a boy who played piano, yes, but talent? Oh no. He didn't have a ounce of talent in his entire body, cause he never believed in it. He believed in hard work, in labor, in exercise, and then results. He believed in this, cause this was everything they taught him.

So talent... No. Talent didn't exist. Talent was simply something lazy people created to justify their laziness.

But oh, listening to him, you couldn't help but thinking- he must be so talented! A gifted kid!

Ah yeah, he was a kid when he started to play, and he was a kid when he won his first competition- but talent? No, he didn't win thanks to talent, he won thanks to hours and hours of labor- and punishments if he wasn't working enough.

Piano was his entire life. He was born for that. He was living and breathing to be a fucking winner.

Until, well, something else hit him with such a strength he couldn't help but being overwhelmed by it. When you pass your entire life focused on a thing, one single thing, the first novelty can hit you like a slap on your face.

See, he didn't have many friends, or we could say he didn't have friends at all. He was in a good relations with a couple of classmates, but nothing more. The only person he could really call friend was a girl named Pandora, and he couldn't exactly explain why, it just happened; with her, he was friendly her brother, Evan, who followed his twin almost everywhere, and Barty, Evan's best friend, who was just happy to meet new rich young boys to corrupt, his words.

But, before them, the only person Regulus could've really called a friend was his big brother Sirius, who studied violin for years before quitting, in every sense: he left their house, their family, everything- but he kept Regulus' phone number.

That was the only secret Regulus had with his mother- his big brother.

So, when Regulus was seventeen, his brother's nineteenth birthday came and with it the invitation to a party, a sodding party.

The truth is, Regulus used to hate parties and such.

The truth is, Regulus was missing his brother, and so he went.

He went, in secret, and bought him a gift, and hugged him, and oh, how he had missed Sirius.

But then- it was a party, so Sirius was soon captured by the mass of people who came there to celebrate him, and in the end Regulus was alone, which he didn't mind, he was used to it. He sat on the balcony, suffocated by the heat of all those damn people.

And then... And then the miracle happened. And then a joyful voice greethed him.

"Hi, mate! You're Sirius' brother, aren't ya?"

And then Regulus discovered what love was.

James was Sirius' best friend, and he was warm, so very warm. His smile was a dusk and his laugh a symphony whose notes Regulus didn't know, but which he desperately wanted to play. His hair were a complete mess of brown curls and his eyes were so gentle and yet so shining, like he wanted to conquer the world just to have the opportunity to light it up.

That night Regulus learned what it was to desire so viscerally he was sickened by it. He learned what it was to sit next to the sun and let him burn you. He learned what it was to fall in love with something other than his music. He learned what was the inspiration behind all those love songs.

After that night, James and he exchanged numbers and began to chat, and suddenly the speed Regulus' finger acquired in all those years of piano were so useful to reply to James' messages.

In a rush Regulus didn't know was possible, he found something to love as passionately as he loved his piano. He loved all those silly photos James sent him, he loved all those sudden thoughts James texted him out of blue, he loved the smiles that James made bloom on his lips so naturally.

Before he knew it, he started to snuck out in the middle of the night to meet with James, or he secretly let James in his bedroom. Before he knew it, James was his first kiss, first time, first love. Before he knew it, his lips discovered how to bite without hurting- tasting without devouring-, his skin discovered what it was to be touched by someone else's hands- kindly or fervently-, his nails discovered a new function- not only caress the piano keys, but also scratch James' back and cling to his shoulders.

It was their secret, and for all the times Regulus showed himself on a stage, he didn't mind staying hidden for once.

Yet, his love for piano was consuming him. Every day, all day, practises and practises and practises, and punishments if they were not enough.

Soon, really soon, James started to be worried. He listened to Regulus' muffled cries, to his mental breakdowns when he thought he wasn't good enough. He saw his scars, his bruises, and he kissed them, and kissed them, and kissed them.

Regulus loved his piano, he really did, purely and sincerely. He loved losing himself in the notes and the melodies, and creating something beautiful with his fingertips.

Still, that love was consuming him.

Regulus used to think everyone had a certain amount of love inside themself, a finite amount, and they spread it among the thing and people they love. He thought that all his love was devoted to piano, or most of it, cause a part would have always been for Sirius, who had a fixed place in his heart. And still he found himself loving James so easily and so strongly he coudn't explain it. How could he claim to love his music, when such a huge amount of his love was devoted to that boy?

"Love" James whispered to him one night, stroking his cheeks gently. They were laying in Regulus' bed, under sheets dampt with sweats. It was the end of the summer, and Regulus was feeling it it like the end of his life, or at least a huge part of it "you're so hard on yourself. I wish you could look at you and see what I see when I see you"

"I'm simply honest"

"Your mother's words are hanging over your head like Damocles' sword"

Regulus smiled softly and James put his fingertips on his lips, trying to capture that frail smile.

"I shouldn't have taught you that story"

"I love when you tell me stories"

"I know. That's why I tell them"

James' finger found their way to Regulus' eye socket. The rings under his eyes were getting worst.

"You're not sleeping well"

"I never do"

"It's getting worst"

"I... I'm just a bit stressed for the next competition"

"That's not stress. You're killing yourself"

"I'm not"

"Take a break. Tomorrow my friends and I are going to the beach. Sirius will be there too. Come with us. We could tell him about us, or don't, as you want, but please, take a fucking break"

"I can't"

"You need to"

"I can't! The next contest is close and..."

"Fuck the fucking contest! You've won a million of fucking contests, you're amazing, love, but you're burning yourself"

"Like Icarus" Regulus mumbled, stroking James' hair "he flew too close to the sun"

"Please don't. Please. If not for you, do it for me. Don't fall. Stay with me. Come with me"

"I've always saw you as the sun" Regulus mumbled. He was so tired. Could he really... Go? "So warm. So bright. Untouchable"

James took his hand "I'm not the sun. I'm here. I'm James. I'm yours. Please, be mine. Please"

"I can't. I really can't. That's everything I've always been. I've always been this. Without my piano, I don't know what I am"

"Sirius started playing again, you know?"

"What?"

"He's playing again his violin. He... He wasn't sure, but he loved it, and even though he hated all those competitions and pressures, his love for music hasn't faded" James kissed his forehead "you can love something without devoting you to it entirely, babe. You can be a pianist without consuming you"

"Sirius is playing again?"

"Yes"

Regulus looked at James' eyes, feeling on the edge of tears. He didn't know why, but the idea of his brother playing his violin was making him so emotional. It felt like a childhood memory. It felt like a home he thought he had lost.

"I want to play with him" Regulus mumbled, and he meant so, so many things.

"You can, love. You can. Come with me. You're eighteen now. That witch can't keep you from happiness. You can play with your brother again"

Regulus nodded. Tears fell down his cheeks "I will"

James started crying and hugged him.

So, Regulus started a new life. He went to live at James' house, with his parents and Sirius; he played with Sirius at least one evening each week, much to the amusement of James' parents, Effie and Monty, truly lovely people; he started working at a small nightclub, where he played piano for the clients, and James always came to pick him up with his scooter. He kept in touch with his old friends, and made new ones. He had his own room, but he passed most of the nights in James'; he was pretty sure Effie and Monty knew, and they didn't mind, but Sirius was still a bit jealous of his little brother.

Sure, it wasn't easy. There were days in which Regulus felt like a disappointment, like a complete failure, and he didn't feel like going out of bed at all, and Sirius had to lay next to him and tell him how proud he was of him- and still often it wasn't enough.

Yet, with psychological help and all the support of his loved ones, he was making it.

They tell the story of an incredibly talented boy who used to play piano and then, suddently, he ran away from home and disappeared from the scene- and they tell so many stories about so many people that this one has probably been forgotten by everyone at this point.

Still, pay attention when you're walking through the street. You may hear somewhere the sound of a piano, a quiet music played so masterfully that the player must be a really talented kid- even if he would protest with such a definition; a music played with so, so much love you couldn't help but stop to listen to it more carefully.

[starchaserwrites]

metalhead guitar player latino james who grew up listening to reggaeton and goes viral for adding guitar riffs to some old school songs.

pretentious classical pianist regulus who pretends he can't stand urban music but has spent hours scrolling through james' videos.

send tweet.

[sleeplesssmoll]

Vertin's personality and traits based on in-game context.

Contains Spoilers.

Will update when I find more tidbits about our beloved Timekeeper.

Updated: March 15 2024

Vertin sucks at math.

Not much to say here. Although, this is another difference between her and Sonetto, who loves math. I hope they do something with this later because it'd be fun.

Vertin is 16 confirmed

While this isn't a personality trait, I did see some debate about her age since it wasn't officials stated until now and it was assumed through context. Prisoner in the Cave explicitly confirms her age. Vertin became Timekeeper when she was 12 and has been the the TK for the past 4 years.

Vertin is a pianist and a painter.

You can see a piano in the back of her office in the Suitcase by the window. It makes sense in regards to Vertin's musically inclined Arcanum. There's an easel and stool in her office too. She doesn't merely collect art, she creates it. Vertin also owns a camera (official artwork released) too and mentions her photography in the begining, so this isn't new but I thought I should add it.

Vertin's still playful under all her composure.

We know baby Vertin was a little menace, but we can still see a spark of that mischief in her later years. For example, Vertin slapping a fake mustache on Regulus to avoid Sonetto really captures this. We can tell from other characters' voice lines that Vertin will most likely play along with their shenanigans. She'll chirp like a bird in response to Rabies talking about his bird friends (Wilderness interaction). She'll help Sonetto during hide and seek (Wilderness). She watches movies with Eternity and An An Lee. X asks her for help with his projects. Going through her crew's voice lines really paints a better picture of how she interacts with others. The voice lines point to someone playful and curious when she's not in work mode.

Vertin was a gremlin.

Vertin's love language is giving.

We know baby Vertin loved to give gifts to a reluctant Sonetto, but that part of her still exists. She tried to grant everyone's last wishes during the 1929 Storm. We also know she gives Lilya alcohol as a gift upon her return from 1929. She is also very direct. We see her ask people what they want or what can she do for them throughout the story. To expand further, you could say she likes fulfilling people's desires instead of limiting it to material gifts. We can see more of instances of this during the Green Lake event, especially in the way she protects Jessica from the Foundation. She also tried to get Regulus funding for a ship. I love the Suitcase Dad meme, but it's rooted in nuggets of truth.

She was a crappy student, yet she was also a resourceful gremiln. Vertin never liked the institution! Honor student? Top of the class? Never. Teachers are filled with that "Godamnit Vertin" energy toward her too. I hope we see more gremlin energy in the future.

One-sided childhood friends.

Vertin is a collector.

Sonetto and Vertin were desk mates but Sonetto couldn't stand Vertin when they were kids. She even tried to avoid Vertin at times but Vertin persisted with her gifts. We can see this in the hallway scene. Sonetto's about to change routes to avoid Vertin but Vertin called out to her to give her a frog she caught. Kinda funny how Sonetto can't stand Vertin but also can't resist her when they were kids. Vertin and Matilda were actually closer back then. Well, at least until the tear gas incident. Sonetto changed after Vertin was hurt and the rascal wasn't around to bother her. I feel like this tidbit says a lot about Vertin and her influence on people.

Baby Vertin collected rocks, bugs, and frogs. Adult Vertin collects painting and mementos of people she's lost. Things were simpler as a kid.

Vertin is stronger than she looks.

She was a wild child and she's still got it years later. Vertin can run for long periods of time, endure injuries, and climb obstacles. That, and she's still essentially a child solider. We see her hold her own when she needs to fight solo doing stuff like dodging bullets. Sonetto and Matilda also exhibit these freakishly athletic traits, especially Sonetto.

Vertin befriends people in every Era, despite knowing she'll lose them.

Compared to the other children raised by the Foundation, Vertin's traveled the world and witnessed loss in every Era. This opens doors to a whole new set of questions. How did she change over time? How do the Arcanists she recruited before the story treat her? Did she have crushes in previous Eras? Were the oranges just as bitter? Vertin seems to get close to people very easily and doesn't build walls around herself despite the trauma. You'd think someone who's lost so much would stop trying to get close to people, but she doesn't.

Vertin is optimistic.

Even as a child, she was full of hope. It's why she fights for the future and is a core part of her personality. She needs to fight for all those she lost and stop the Storm from taking more lives.

Vertin gets quiet when embarrassed/shy.

She'll blush and fall silent, but she doesn't stammer or go all tsundere. We can see this in voice lines. Sonetto's high praises make her cover her face with her hands. Eternity gets a reaction out of her when she holds her hand. She also blushed when she received surprise smooch and fell silent.

Vertin has a unique scar on her back.

Vertin is a tactile person.

Arcana mentions the scar after Vertin was shot multiple times in the back by Schneider. It's a big scar and new theories about the scar are ongoing and interesting!

In several voice line interactions, Vertin is patting people's heads or holding their hands. Not all her crew mates are on board with it, some seem confused, and others play along. We can also see examples in story like her handing Sonetto a frog while gently grasping her hand or her taking Regulus's hand to lead her into the Suitcase. Here is a post with the evidence to back this claim.

Vertin sucks at arcanum but her deep understanding of arcanum is uncanny.

The story mentions her weak arcanum skills throughout the story. They really want you to remember this. Also, her arcanum didn't manifest until sometime after the break away event but before the events in the prologue. During her stay in the guardhouse, she doubts if she's even an arcanist and mentions her arcanum has yet to manifest, which is wild. Smoltin is fighting with her tiny hands and wit in this chapter. However, in the prologue it's mentioned Vertin's understanding of arcanum and her perception makes her unique amongst arcanists. She's also considered more "rationale" than other arcanists. You can read more about this here.

Vertin is stealthy.

Smoltin sneaks around to play outside. She steals food for herself and the Ring from the Staff Canteen, which has better quality food than what the kids get. This tells me she's done this before. Adult Vertin also sneaks around the Walden to find Schneider. She makes maps, tracks guard routes, and avoids detection since whe was a kid.

Tooth Fairy was one of the few Foundation members who cared about Vertin.

Tooth Fairy is the one who gave Smoltin the toffees (chit chat voicelines). She also covered for Vertin on a few occasions to protect her from punishment. She remembers Vertin faking her illness to skip class, but her bruises and wounds were real. The Foundation does have a few kind hearts that genuinely care about the children. The causes of Vertin's injuries is up to speculation.

[i-swear-im-not-joking]

salut, guys gals and nonconforming pals!

i'm sirius black

i'm seventeen now eighteen, french, and a gryffindor

bisexual and genderfluid (they/he/she)

i love the stars, queen, bowie, ac/dc, my friends, and remus

i hate my family (not my baby brother though) 🫶

i have ADHD and am very hyper on a daily basis

some people i know!

@sunshine-prongsie-boy james!! my bestie my pal my buddy my everything hello!

@wonderful-wormy peter! such a silly little guy

@in-need-of-a-femininomenon lily! hi queen!

@if-mommy-issues-could-talk marlene! she rocks out with me from time to time

@xen0-l0vg00d xenophilius, he's very magical

@r0muluslupin remus!!!! he's so pretty and he's my boyfriend :)

@une-rose-de-sang evan, one of regulus' insane friends

@fkufather barty, the other batshit insane friend of reggie's

@pianist-and-poet my baby brother reggie

@fates-and-flowers pandora, she's very mystical

@dorcas-is-the-best dorcas, she's very scary

[sebbianas]

pianist james potter playing at every grand piano he sees at public spaces and that one time violinist regulus black joined him

[otrtbs]

does anyone have any jegulus or bartylus fic recs where they’re obsessive in like a black swan, “i want to be great or nothing” , sacrificing it all for your craft, kinda way?

like idc if regulus is a dancer or a concert pianist or a researcher as long as he’s insane and the best at whatever he does

[if-mommy-issues-could-talk]

WHAT’S UP, MY BEAUTIFUL WITCHES?

Hi my name is Marlene (dont wear it out) She/her, but sometimes they/them.

I’m a Gryffindor, gay (and hot) as hell, and living for all things fun! I’m all about that bold and eccentric makeup—if it’s not loud, I’m not wearing it. 🎸💄

Greek-English, half blood but raised muggle by my dad (love you baba<3).

I like: my friends, having fun, makeup/clothes/jewellery(big-ass earrings), chocolate, reading, playing my guitar.

If I like you, you’ll know it (trust me), and if I don’t… well, you'll know that too

I dislike: homework, assholes, prejudiced people, having to do boring things.

People I know:

@fkufather Barty, haven't talked to him (UPDATE: he is concerning to say the least but also like a total cutie pie)

@une-rose-de-sang Evan, haven't talked to him yet but we'll see, (UPDATE psychopath honestly but cool)

@in-need-of-a-femininomenon Lily- my bestie since year one, she's very fun to hang around with, couldn't ask for a better friend. Very mindful very demure is her definition lol ( as long as she isn't angry at you. She's scary then)

@sunshine-prongsie-boy James- used to call him an ass because Lily said he was one but now she says hes cool so we'll see. (Update: hes is a little teddy bear)

@pianist-and-poet Regulus- haven't talked to him yet, can respect his "no fucks given" attitude. Plus he likes music, so. (UPDATE: we're on okay terms. He seems nice)

@xen0-l0vg00d haven't talked to him but he has a pet salamander which is like super cool ( UPDATE still haven't talked to him a lot, but like, id die for him, he's adorable.)

@i-swear-im-not-joking SIRIUS! My partner in crime, the only one to match my levels of dramatic hes very cool. Though I didn't talk to him much for the first few years since yk lilly used to hate him and his friend group. She even tried to drown him once. He looked like a wet dog honestly

@fates-and-flowers Pandora. She seems cool i guess. Haven't really talked to her

Remus- @r0muluslupin he's nice. Always gas the best chocolate.

Dorcas- @dorcas-is-the-best ugh 🙄only putting her here cause apparently it would be too rude not to. She's fine I suppose. Adequate at quidditch. Someone might even say shes quite good. thought not nearly good enough to warrant her username. She also has a bit of a stick up her arse. But my friends like her. Smh for some reason. (Ooc not her giving the person she "hates" a bigger description than her friends)

We are maybe, sort off, kinda dating?????

Ooc:

I do not support Rowling or her views. This is a rp account if you don't like it dni

My main is @lesbian-disaster-tm

Join at @thatonemaraudersrp

[sunshine-prongsie-boy]

(james finally wakes up, still hugging @pianist-and-poet mind you and looks up at him suspiciously, see he had this dream where regulus stole all of his cucumbers)

….did you steal my cucumbers?

[sofiaesther]

i won’t ever shut up about black brothers and remus as classical musicians / conductors

and truly i accept all the variants, especially pianist remus since my life has been changed by liebestraum fic

yet ALSO remus playing the cello ?? hello ?? this is just perfect ( as well as regulus being a violinist )

some time ago i made a post on twitter about remus and sirius as different kinds of conductors, but it was heavily ignored so i shall bring it up here as well. do you see the vision? remus would be insightful, slightly strict, and very concentrated, whereas sirius would be chaotic and passionate ( yes, he would shake his head like crazy during a performance )

who would the other marauders era characters be within the orchestra hmm

[rinnnatin]

jazz pianist regulus black and drummer james potter

[dorcas-is-the-best]

Hello everyone!

I am Dorcas Meadowes

I am half-blood, I am terrified of heights, my Patronus and Animagus is a raven, I am in Slytherin. I am of African descent. I am lesbian. she/her

People I know:

@sunshine-prongsie-boy James. Reg's older brothers friend. Regulus likes him

@wonderful-wormy Peter. I don't know much about Peter. He's Reg's older brothers friend.

@in-need-of-a-femininomenon Lily is sweet

@if-mommy-issues-could-talk Marlene is...a lot of things (and we have been one 1 date)

@xen0-l0vg00d Xenophilius is Xenophilius

@r0muluslupin Remus. One of Regulus' brothers friend

@une-rose-de-sang Evan is nice. He's in Slytherin with me

@fkufather Barty is nice. We don't talk much but, when we do, he's nice.

@pianist-and-poet Regulus. He's my friend. He's really nice.

@i-swear-im-not-joking Sirius, Regulus's older brother

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