#unless its the jegulus one i thought of

[starkayezer]

aromantic James Potter.

[hedgehog-troops]

Hello Aiden.

I am in desperate need of a writing prompt. Give me characters(Marauders..) and plot, and I will deliver.

James potter Kinnie Anon

OHMGGGG🫢🫢

WARNING: FOR JAMES POTTER KINNIE ANON USE ONLY!!!!

okay so i propose to thee ten things i hate about you au but its dorlene and jegulus. like when they were kids marlene and james made a pact that neither of them would be able to go on a date unless the other has also had a date.

so, bachelor and bachelorette, james and marlene, neither having EVER been on a date are just vibing.

dorcas has been trying to get with marlene for AGES and marlene finally tells her about the deal so dorcas decides that I'll just pay regulus to take james out and since james likes him alr (hes way too obvious about it) james would say yes.

dorcas pays regulus in muggle books

now prior to this, regulus has absolutely zero interest in james besides just being like woah thats a hot guy. but as they continue to date regulus is like 🤩🥰😍😍😊😊☺️☺️🫠🫠 everytime hes in james' proximity.

now, their friendgroup obviously knows of this plan, and what they know is that as soon as marlene agrees to go to the yule ball with dorcas, they'll tell james about the fake dating and stuff.

one day whilst maraudering and under the cloak james overhears asking them discussing when regulhs eill break the news blah blah blah and james is just ��😧☹️😟

and then the next day james confronts regulus about it and hes actually crying and shit.

yeah and then marlene somehow finds out (in my mind its because dorcas asks her how james is and shes like why wouldnt james be fine🤨🤨🤨)

yeah and then she gets pissed and breaks it off with dorcas, so then dorcas nd regulus somehow get them back (i havent thought that far ahead yet)

OR

regulus who has absolutely no idea what or who jesus is and how muggles use him as like an exclamation and james has picked up on it from remus lily and mary so once james says it infront of regulus and regulus thinks james is cheating on him with another guy and james is so confused and then he makes a whole presentation about who jesus is and stuff.

regulus is mortified the entire time.

OR

just plain old basic regulus trying out homecooked indian food for the first time and he told james that he LOVES spicy food (he meant ehite people spicy food) and then they have an exciting journey.

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE THESE HOWEVER YOU LIKE!!

[resident-gay-bitch]

sirius being dramatic when finding out about jegulus + very side wolfstar and rosekiller

Sirius strode into the apartment without warning, tossed his keys onto the table with a loud clunk, and took a dramatic bow with a wolffish grin.

“So, what do you think?”

“Of what?” Regulus asked, deadpanning him, “Your dramatic entrance? You’re not a vampire, Sirius- also I told you that key was for emergencies only.”

“This is an emergency.” Sirius glared at him, straightening up, “I need compliments.”

“Oh, how out of character for you.” Regulus said sarcastically, stirring his tea with his spoon at the table.

Sirius flipped him off.

“Please, tell me your thoughts.” Sirius grinned, showing off his new look and flourishing his hair, “Honest opinions only, unless they’re mean. If they’re mean, just tell me I’m pretty instead.”

“You’re pretty.” Dorcas smirked, and Sirius flipped her off.

Sirius had gone on an impulsive whim this morning after a quiet breakfast with Remus had revealed he quite likes the edgy punk look. And whilst Sirius is well aware how much Remus adores his long hair and pretty rebel boy demeanour, mixining it up for a few months could only mean a bit of fun.

Besides, if the way Remus’ brain seemed to short circuit that time Sirius came home with a septum and a nose piercing meant anything, Sirius is sure the other man would absolutely melt now.

He’d gotten himself an eyebrow and lip piercing today, as well as an extra three in his ear. It was a painful feat, and Sirius will not admit that he cried and had to be given a lollipop like a child, but he did it.

He also cut his hair short, just below the base of his skull, short wavy locks that no longer frame his face like they once did. And underneath, he’s died it electric blue.

He chopped one of his old metal band tees through the middle for a rough crop, and put Remus’ too big black ripped jeans on, letting them sit low on the waist with a studded belt to keep from pantsing himself. He’s never really been one for having his briefs stuck up out of his pants, but he happens to be wearing dark blue ones today, and they match.

“I think you look lovely, Sirius.” Pandora smiled over her tea, sitting at the table by Regulus. Out of Regulus’ entire group of friends, Sirius likes her the best. She’s always the nicest to him. “Very punk rock.”

“Thank you, Pandora.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look stupid.” Regulus said, because of course he did.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look like me.” Barty said, leaning up against the kitchen counter, one foot on the cabinets behind him for stability.

Sirius furrowed his brow and looked Barty over. And… fuck, yeah, he did. Barty was also wearing a messily cropped shirt, briefs that stuck out of the hem of his low baggy sweats, but he usually wears jeans like these when he’s out and about. And his hair is almost identical to Sirius’, however there’s green in it rather than blue. And the piercings, he’s got loads of them, skin smothered with tattoos too.

“You stealing my look, Black?” Barty grinned.

“Yeah, Im very attracted to him right now.” Evan, who had his head resting on Barty’s shoulder, smiled, “You should go blue, Barty. Its hot.”

“Hey.” Barty nudged him in the side and Sirius blushed.

“Well, thank you Evan, however, I am happily committed.” Sirius smiled, taking another little bow, “I suppose I take that as a compliment too, Crouch?”

“Obviously.” Crouch snickered, “I feel honoured that the Sirius Black is trying to look more like little old me-“

“That was an accident.” Sirius pressed, pointing at him, “I just wanted to look cool for Remus.”

“So you think I look cool?” Barty laughed delightfully.

“That’ll work.” Dorcas grinned, “Remember when Remus and Barry shagged-“

“I don’t need a reminder of that!” Sirius shouted as the same time that Barty said, “Cas, I told you to stop bringing that up around Evan.”

“Oh, so she can bring it up when I’m not around, huh?” Evan asked with a snake like grin, “Do you like to reminisce when I’m not there, Barty? Are you unfaithful?”

“Never, dove.” Barty kissed Evans forehead and sent an evil glare Dorcas’ way, “Dorcas just likes to stir the pot.”

Dorcas and Pandora giggled to themselves.

“Okay, enough about you lot, more about me.” Sirius interrupted, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think Remus will want to shag me when I get home? Ten being a lot-“

Sirius’ speech was interrupted by someone else letting themselves in through the front door and striding into the house.

“Love, I broke my glasses again, can you please fix them?” Sirius recognised that voice instantly, it was his best friends voice afterall. James walked right past Sirius in the entry way and leant in and smacked a kiss right on Regulus’ lips, “Missed you.” James muttered again, “I know it’s only been three hours, but I always miss you.”

Sirius is feeling a lot of confusion right now.

Regulus sends him a panicked glance over James’ shoulder, and then awkwardly looks up at James with pink cheeks. Sirius takes in the sudden tension in the room, at the way Pandora is sending Sirius a pleading look, at the way Dorcas is biting her lip in anticipation and looking between everyone, at the way Barty is clearly trying his best not to burst out with laughter, and the way that Evan is jabbing an elbow into his side and looking remorseful.

Suddenly Sirius is no longer confused. He feels more betrayed than anything.

James is fucking shagging his baby brother, isn’t he?

“Oh, Barty, by the way-“ James starts but he interrupts himself midway through, “I swear you were just-“ James turns and points in Sirius’ direction, and then spins back to Barty, “Why are there two of you?”

Barty bursts out laughing, “There’s only one of me, Potter.”

James swings back and forth, looking between them for a moment. And Sirius remembers how genuinely blind James is without his glasses. He usually can’t tell Remus and Peter apart when without them, their hair too similar in colour. So Sirius decides to help him out.

“James.” Sirius prompts when James’ back is to him, and he watches the way the other man immediately stiffens, “Are you snagging my brother?”

Regulus stands and slides James’ glasses onto his face before solemnly petting him on the cheek and sighing, “You’ve been wanting to tell him somehow.”

James slowly turns around, “Oh, Sirius, hi! Didn’t see you there, wow, new look. Very punk, Remus is sure to love it- hey, why don’t we go show Remus now? Yeah, let’s go right there and not talk about anything else-“

“James.” Sirius prompts again, glaring at him, “Are you, or are you not, shagging my brother.”

“Uhm, well… shagging’s quite a vile word, don’t you think? I prefer… love making-“

Behind him, Regulus groaned and began to bang his head on the cupboard whilst all of his friends lit up with laughter.

“Love making?” Sirius gasped, “James, that’s disgusting.”

“Well, it’s not really, it’s quite lovely.”

Sirius pretends to gag, “How long?”

“Erm… bit of an odd question considering it’s your brother.” James shrugged, “But, usually at least an hour-“

“No!” Sirius gasped, slapping his hands down over his ears, which hurt due to the new piercings. “I meant you two! How long have you been shagging?”

“Oh.” James turned bright red, “Yeah, I suppose that’s more logical. Uhm, maybe… like… mhgh…”

“I’m sorry?” Sirius asked, “Mind not mumbling?”

James pulled a wry face and shook his head. Sirius cocked an eyebrow, which also hurt.

Regulus groaned and leant over James, shoulder, “Six and a half month-“

“What!” Sirius shrieked, “You’ve been fucking m’y brother for six and a half months and haven’t told me?!”

“I don’t need to tell you all my personal business, Sirius.” Regulus said.

“Yeah, but, James does.” Sirius points at him.

“It’s true, I do.” James agreed, “Which is why I’m so sorry, Pads. I didn’t want to keep it from you, it’s just, we thought we should at first because I know you scared away the last two guys Reggie was involved with. And then… and then I just felt bad for lying and so I kept lying and… and now we’re here.”

Sirius shook his head at James, “I’m so disappointed in you.” He squinted his eyes, “Just fooling around with my brother like that-“

“We’re not fooling around, Sirius.” James defended, “We never were.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius shook his head, “Are you shagging or not?”

James snickered, “Look, I didn’t even know I had a crush on Reggie till he kissed me one day, and then I immediately realised I liked him and… and well, we started going out. The shagging didn’t start till after then.”

Sirius took a little step back, looking them both over.

“It’s genuine, Sirius.” James smiled, putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders, “I just didn’t- I was too scared… I was worried you wouldn’t approve of me for him.” James shrugged, “But we’re not just shagging… I love him.”

Sirius was taken aback, stuck silent for a moment. James loved him? Regulus was gazing up at James with flushed cheeks and a a smile he’d never seen his brother wear before, and it seemed like Regulus loved him back.

Sirius burst out crying.

James immediately rushed to his aid, making them both sit at the table, two chairs pulled out to face eachother. Regulus groaned and went to put on a new pot of tea.

James took Sirius’ hands, shushing him and looking terribly guilty, “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sirius. Is there something I can do to make it up to you? Is… Is there something I can do to make me worthy of him? I can’t lose- I can’t lose either of you, I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius sobbed so hard he couldn’t even speak. He shook his head to try and communicate with James, but the message did not go across clearly.

James had started to cry too, “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m so sorry, I should have- I know I shouldn’t have lied, especially not for so long. But I was so worried- worried about this. I can’t-“ James sobbed so hard he started hyperventilating, “I don’t want to loose- loose-“

“Okay.” Pandora muttered, getting in between them, “Look at me, let’s take some deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. With me now, come on, in through the nose… out through the mouth.”

Sirius and James sat there for a moment, following pandoras instructions. James’ glasses were cracked and foggy, and Sirius was dreading having to reapply his eyeliner for a second time today.

Regulus set some teacups down on the table and poured them each some midnight blue coloured tea, “Dora’s recipe. Supposed to calm you.”

“I’m sorry.” James muttered after taking a big sip of tea, “I don’t know what to do, Pads. I can’t lose you both.”

Sirius took a few sips himself, taking a moment to compose himself, “You’re not going too.” He smiled, his eyes begging to water again, “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

“What?” James asked, taken aback, his voice sounded hoarse.

Sirius set his cup down with shaky hands and burst into more tears, but he smiled through them, and they weren’t nearly as heavy as before, “You love him?!”

James sent a nervous glance over at Regulus and tentatively nodded, “As much as I love you- but, differently, of course.”

That only made Sirius cry harder. He tried to talk again, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense.

“Sirius, stop wailing and just talk for Godricks sake.” Regulus scoffed, “Or you can fucking get out of my house.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sniffled, “I’m sorry… I just… you love him! Reggie deserves to be loved.”

“Oh.” James muttered, poking his glasses up his nose. Across the table, Regulus went silent. James smiled and nodded, “Yeah, of course he does.”

“And you deserve to be loved.” Sirius mumbles.

James snickers, “Well, I hope I do.”

“And… and you have such a big heart, and love people so… so… in the best way.”

James smiled and nodded.

“And Reggie-“ Sirius sobbed more, “He struggles- but he really loves who he loves with his whole heart.”

Regulus embarrassedly buried his head in his hands and Barty gave him a playful shove.

“Out of everyone in the world, I approve of you both the most for eachother.” Sirius sobbed, “And it just makes me so happy that you love eachother!”

There was a moment of silence before James started laughing in that way he does when he really adores something. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hands, squeezing them tight.

“It makes me so fucking happy that you approve.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sirius sniffled, “You’re my best friend, and he’s my brother. You’re my two favorite people, it only makes sense that you love eachother.”

“Do you mean that?” Regulus asked across the table.

“Of course.” Sirius nodded, reaching over to pet Reggie’s elbow, “And when you get married James will be my brother in law-“

“I bloody know!” James grinned, slapping his knee, “How good will that be?”

Sirius grabbed onto him excitedly.

After a moment, James smiled and wiped at the black smudge from Sirius’ tears, “This new look got anything to do with Remus’ thing for punks?”

Sirius smiled sheepishly, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He liked it enough when you got those nose piercings, he’ll probably pass out seing you like this.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Come on, let’s clean you up and get you back home to him.”

Sirius smiled and nodded, “Thanks, Prongs.”

When Sirius got home, Remus did in fact malfunction. He couldn’t talk proper words for two whole minuets before he pointed to their room and muttered, “Bed, now.” And Sirius could never say no to his Moony.

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Wow I wrote this at a regular hour in the day, hats off to me. This was inspired by @gaybubblehead and my texts about how they hc sirius goes through a phase where he looks just like Barty in terms of style and stuff and I honestly agree he would do that. I mean they came up with the entire idea of this basically and told me I should write it, and for once I actually delivered. lol

So this one’s for you my dude <3

It was silly, I started this with barely any direction and just let the story write its self. I should be writing my Christmas fic butttttt no.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas! How are you? I am in LOVE with your microfics!!! I never knew I needed Jegulus until I started reading your Jegulus, and I believe I have a new obsession to add to the list. I was wondering if you could give me advice on something. No pressure!

So my best friend has just started writing poetry, and I wanted to know how to show my support in the best way. She sends me her poems before posting them, and I feel like I always give kinda generic responses. I mean, I don't think i should offer constructive criticism (should I? It feels rude and I don't want to discourage her) and I always tell her that I love her writing and then quote the parts I liked. I just feel like it isn't enough. I mean, English isn't our first language and she's a bit insecure about her writing, so I feel really honoured that she shares it with me first, you know?

I want her to know that I'm extremely proud of her, but i don't know how? Help? Neither of us are great at saying the emotional stuff, but I thought I should make a gesture, so I encouraged her to make a tumblr blog. It didn't really work out for her, and looking back at it, I feel like it was a misguided show of support.

Was there something you appreciated from your partner/friends when you first started writing? Maybe something they did for you? I feel like I'm overthinking this, and she would definitely call me an idiot if she read this, but its important to me that she knows I care.

Anyway, I hope you have a great day! Sending you lots of love! Give Minnie a forehead smooch! ♡♡

PS: Ik this ask isn't as important/serious, but I don't know any other writers irl. please don't feel super obligated to respond or anything!

Wait this is so absolutely sweet. What's her blog, I'll follow her?

Yes, don't give constructive criticism unless it's requested. But I think you're doing exactly the right thing! My favorite comments (if I had to pick, I literally love them ALL) are the ones that pick a specific part and go into detail about it. It makes me feel special because if I really liked that part, it's a little dopamine boost that someone else liked it, and if I was unsure about it, it's a nice reminder that it WAS good. Also I love comments about what emotions I made people feel or how they can relate to what I wrote. Eliciting emotions from readers is an amazing feeling, and it's amazing to hear about. Last, ask about her writing. Like, be proactive, you know? When people ask me to read something I literally want to screech and giggle because 'whaaaat? you want to read what I wrooooote?' It's an amazing feeling.

I hope that helps!

[drowninginthoughts27]

Author Interview

thank you sm for the tag @spacexcowgirl <33

how many works do you have on ao3?

4!! (2 WIPs and 2 one shots)

what's your total ao3 word count?

31,403 words

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

i only have 4 stories posted but here’s them in order of most to least ig

1. The Angel Of Small Deaths

2. The Things We Never Said

3. Till Forever Falls Apart

4. In Every Universe (It Was You)

do you respond to comments?

yes ofc unless they’re rude then i just delete them however i definitely have some unanswered asks on tumblrs pertaining to my fics

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

definitely Till Forever Falls Apart

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

technically The Things We Never Said would have the happiest ending but it’s a WIP soooo ya… the ending hasn’t really been written yet, but some of the stories in In Every Universe (It Was You) have rather happy endings

do you write crossovers?

nope, i never have and i probably never will

have you ever received hate on a fic?

not hate per say but definitely overall rudeness which i tend to just ignore <33

do you write smut?

yup,,, I have one fic that’s quite literally just pwp

have you ever had a fic stolen?

thankfully, not that i’m aware of

have you ever had a fic translated?

no i haven’t

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i’d definitely would want to if the opportunity arose, i feel like it would be a lot of fun and keep me accountable to write if i had someone else writing along side me yk

what's your all-time favorite ship?

jegulus, hands down, they’re the only ship so far that i’ve had enough motivation to write a complete work for (however i definitely want to write for others)

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

ummm…. maybe… The Things We Never Said, i want so badly to finish it but its been a WIP for over a year now so i’m sorta starting to lose hope unfortunately

what are your writing strengths?

probably writing emotions and descriptions, especially for more angsty moments

what are your writing weaknesses?

actually finishing works probably fluency and like not making stories sound choppy which kinda leads to me doubting my own writing

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i get so worried abt messing up a language that i really just don’t do it (especially because i’ve been made fun of for writing and speaking in languages that i actually do speak, i could only imagine writing in a language that i’m not as familiar with)

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

pandalily my beloveds (i have written for them but only as microfics, shhh) but i definitely also have pretty strong ideas for both bartylily and rosekiller

what's your favorite fic you've written?

without a doubt, Till Forever Falls Apart, however i really struggle with believing that my writing ability lives up to the actual storyline i was trying to tell :( but i had loads of fun writing it so i’d definitely say that makes up for it

np tags: @angel-daydreams @messymoony @regscupid @star4daisy (sry if you’ve already been tagged)

[itsjaywalkers]

my favorite part of making ghosts is actually sirius and regulus screaming matches, they’re so fun to read idk how people are able to pick sides especially in context that reg doesn’t want to hurt sirius intentionally. he’s very much protective of him, even if he doesn’t realize that. well it’s different for sirius…..he clearly wants to hurt reg tho in my understanding he’s having hard time processing his feelings and he’s forced to deal with his emotional baggage, his childhood and part of his past that he thought he buried long time ago AND his platonic soulmate is trying to bang his annoying little brother, right before his eyes. man if i was sirius in this situation, id set them both on fire and happily face trial knowing i did nothing wrong

U GET IT NONNIEEEEE like yes making ghosts is a jegulus fic but at its very core . it's about grief and siblings and regulus and sirius . so ofc one of the best parts of it it's the brother angst and their screaming matches!! i have so much fun writing those scenes (even if they also hurt a lil sometimes)

and yessss reg feels very conflicted about the whole sirius thing, despite not realising it most of the time, bc he thinks he hates him and wants to see him suffer which . he does . but he also keeps protecting him unknowingly and taking care of him in some ways and can't deal to watch him hurting unless he's the one responsible for it

ALSO YESSSS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT IM MANAGING TO PORTRAY SIRIUS' FEELINGS SO WELL EVEN THO HE GETS VERY FEW POVS bc that's exactly it, yes he's being mean and rude and unfair but he has his reasons??? and his behaviour makes a lot of sense considering the circumstances?? in fact, he's being a lot more civil than i'd be, i agree with u nonnie, i would've killed both reg and james already lmao

[ephemeralstarss]

writer interview thing!

thanks for the tag @calamitoustide !!

how many works do you have on ao3?

29! it was 30 a few days ago but i deleted one because it was one chapter of a fic i haven't worked on in months

what's your total ao3 word count?

320,795!

your top 5 stories by kudos?

golden pass / cookies and muffins / professor black / azkaban: the perfect place to make a friend / doors

funnily all of them are one-shots and all of them except for the only marvel one (golden pass) were written in 2023

do you respond to comments?

usually! it's only when i've got no idea how to respond when i tend to not

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hmm it's a one-shot but probably all is found? after writing that ending i was....... well i mean it's the cave scene what more you do want from me. i was not well

do you write crossovers?

nope! i don't think i've ever actually read one either? which is weirdly surprising

have you ever received hate on a fic?

one time someone said once that i wrote effie and monty wrong and then i laughed and deleted the comment

do you write smut?

the idea of writing it lowkey scares me and i don't really think it would add anything to anything i've written so no

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

have you ever had a fic translated?

one of my really old ones when i was super into marvel was going to be translated but i don't think it ever actually happened... but at the same time i orphaned that a few years ago so its not like i necessarily mind either way

have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope!

what's your all-time favorite ship?

jegulus! they're just my guys i can't help it

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

probably that same one i mentioned at the first question. i've just got so many other things going on that i don't think ill ever get to it or at least not for a long while. its focused around the black sisters, but yk maybe one day

what are your writing strengths?

building up a story and outline, i think. i'm not actually sure. maybe writing dialogue?

what are your writing weaknesses?

the two main things are probably writing descriptions (for places, clothing, people, etc) and that i think i take a bit too long to get to the point :/

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i try to avoid it as much as i can (unless it's portuguese i guess) because google translate isn't that accurate. if someone who spoke the language were to help me out with it i'd be all for it, though

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

arcane! jayvik/timebomb/caitvi literally all of them but i think i need to lock in their characters a bit better before i try anything

what's your favorite fic you've ever written?

alignment!! it's my longest one and the one i've put the most time in and i think the fact that ive gotten this far into it its pretty cool since ive never written so much for one singular fic (it's literally half of my total word count). i also think that, because it doesn't really appeal to that many people (since it's a star wars au), im truly writing it for myself and the fact that the story makes me so happy just makes me like the fic more. i'm about 150k in (twenty chapters i think) and i'm predicting it'll take me a few years and end up at around 600k?? 700k???? idk but im excited

i don't really know who exactly to tag so if you see this and think it's cool then feel free to do it!!

[latineslytherin]

I recognize what people are trying to do with No Post November, to showcase how no one deserves to be harassed for their ships. But I cannot help but think refraining from posting... isn't gonna do anything.

Psychologically it's the equivalent of taking away all the toys from all the students because one student was mean to another. All it is gonna do is making people resentful of the ones who complained, and say shit like "the block button is there" (which true it is, but there are ways to circumvent the block button and unfortunately tumblr staff is slow to respond to harassment reports unless it's in excess).

This is employing negative punishment. which is unlikely to cause long term changes in the collective fandom's behavior. Why? Because it works only for as long as the stimulus (fics) is consistently removed. And when it stops, the undesired behavior is highly likely to resume. Additionally, while it can stop an undesired behavior, it DOES NOT provide information on what the desired action is.

And what is the desired action? Showing there is NOTHING wrong with shipping jegulus.

So I offer a counter solution and i only offer it because I have seen fandoms where this worked. Primarily in the Dragon Age Fandom.

Instead of calling for no post. we get other people to create more jegulus content. Celebrate it, comment n existing jegulus works, and showcase what the harassers hate, that it IS okay and that you have a large support system of people who like or will support people who make that content.

because in my experience with the Dragon Age Fandom, we did that. Some of us (me included) spitefully made the content that was getting people harassed and uplifting other creators of it. And the loudest of the harassers fled tumblr to twitter, leaving behind a more positive and supportive community.

Anyway... thats just my thoughts. I can't change your mind. I'm just pointing this out and the alternative methods that could be used with better results.

And as an aside, a lot of jegulus shippers tend to hate on Snape fans (its not like Snape threatens their ship, but just because they prefer to see regulus as the "better slytherin" or whatever nonsense) , and celebrate when Snape fans getting harassed... so I could be petty and enjoy the schadenfreude but I can't help but use this as a teaching moment to point out: you see how it feels when people harass you just for what ships you like in fiction? now imagine that just for liking one character - not even shipping him with anyone - just liking a character. That's a Snape fan's entire experience with the HP fandom, On tumblr, twitter, tiktok, facebook, instagram, everywhere and everyday. Harassment constantly. Not posting fanworks never worked, but what has let us keep going is celebrating each other and helping each other out and specifically - and this is the important part - not harassing others for the characters they like and the ships they ship. We may dislike/hate the characters and ships, but we leave the real people who like those charcaters and ships alone. The only time we do anything, is when they attack us. We are reactionary and we support and defend each other.

And I know, jegulus is a rarepair and there's probably not as many of you as there are Snape fans, but perhaps... use this moment to reach out to your fellows and make them recognize they shouldn't harass others in the fandom for any reason because you might very well end up on the wrong side of the greater HP fandom's current "undesirable" ship/character.

-signed a Snape fan who has had to defend other Snape fans from Jegulus shippers who harassed them because of their dislike of Snape and preference for Regulus as the "good slytherin"

[solemnlyswearnogood]

This post is entirely meant for people who are obessing over a current hp mlm ship and feel they cant find any long fics for them: Well, if thst you and the said ship your into is Rosekiller (Evan x Barty) then stop what youre doing and read forward.

Young, Young Lovers is a fanfic I'm in the process of writing and uploading dedicated to fans of the ship. At the moment, I have 30 chapters planned and yet its still nowhere near at the end of their story I have planned in my head. As of right now, ten chapters are uploaded on Ao3 under the username SOLEMNLYswearNoGOOD and im currently working on chapter eleven which is due to come out on Saturday unless life gets in the way or the chapters unfinished. I attempt to post a chapter every Saturday however I cant be cetain that i wont miss a Saturday as I already have twice.

Now, about the fic: Evan Rosier is a detective who left his family six 1/2 years ago, 6 months after the death of his lover, He left with the intention of starting anew and wanting a fresh start away from all of the pain and heartbreak that came with being Evan Rosier, but in a twisted turn of events, Evan finds himself chasing his past as he seeks out the criminal mastermind The Carty Junior who has been wrecking havoc for the past six years.

Barty Crouch Junior was forced to fake his death after his father brought him home after he spent a year away in Azkaban for reasons he doesnt even know, All he knows is that he's "dead" and not allowed to interact with anything or anyone outside of his bedroom. In an attempt to break free from his fathers hold, Barty finds himself standing over the dead bodies of two people his father sent after him. Now, six years later, Barty must face the consequences of being a Crouch whilst in love with a Rosier who is desperately trying to take him down, completely unaware of the identity of the man he seeks.

when all is revealed, Evan and Barty save eachother from themselves and fight against anything that ever told them they couldnt be, now figuring out how to do that after seven years left them feeling dead without the other.

A story of pain, heartbreak and reunion, Barty and Evan learn to break and heal one another without even realising.

Ships it will include: Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Maybe Jegulus (not sure), past Jily, Maybe Marylily (not sure), Pandora x Xenophillius, Idk who else yet.

If any of that interests you then head to Ao3 and enjoy the story I have fallen in love with creating. Ill see you Saturday and I hope you find a new fic you like as well a likeing for characters or ships you may not have liked or thought to read about whilst doing so. Enjoy the fic. Thank you for reading lol.

(Sorry for spelling mistakes, ima fast writer lol)

(I say that as if this chapter hasnt taken me 2 weeks to only write, nevermind edit)

(lol)

[colgatebluemintygel]

ahh hi! can you tell me about selkie/moonlit please pleaseeee :) and a snippet if you have one!!

AHHHH yes!!! i'm soooooooo excited about this one!!! it's a fantasy au! with heists! selkie remus! :-) and background jegulus !!!!!! (yes that's right you heard it!! reggie is alive!!!!! i'm never killing him again <3333 unless…… haha)

i've gotten a little bit intense with the world building here and could honestly go on and on and on........and on........ but the basic idea is:

remus is secretly a selkie (similar to lycanthropy, this is seen as a very bad thing, and he has to conceal his identity)

he's also a thief. he's v good at what he does. best thief in these parts etc etc etc!

he's under the control of greyback, who has his sealskin :-(((( boooooo.

sirius is the leader of an infamous band of outlaws who are currently unnamed because i refuse to call them the marauders. i Refuse! and he hires remus for a rudimentary heist. he's very crafty though (crafty guy!) and steals remus's sealskin out from under greyback's nose in order to blackmail remus into working with them on something else (which sirius knows that remus would never have agreed to otherwise)

they're not fans of each other at the start. idk if i'd go so far to say ENEMIES but....... not friends! or even reluctant allies.....

anywho here's a snippet xxx

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Remus moved through the tightly-packed masses, slippery and agile, like a fish in a stream. Nobody noticed his feather-light touch where their coin purse once hung, and as Remus approached the market, his satchel had become heavy with coin.

He made his way to the centre of the square, climbing up onto the ivory fountain to survey his prey. He thought of his own bronze sealskin as he perched atop a bone-carved seal and stroked its cool, smooth head. 

Everything was for sale in the city if one knew where to look: fortunes, hearts, dreams, and incantations. Remus was no stranger to those kinds of sales, to seeing nightmares traded in the sickly candlelight of the sewer.

Up top, however, everything was different, and in the place of curses and nightmares were dreams and treasures. Even the stalls were unlike anything Remus had ever seen before. On the far side of the market, he could see a stall crafted from hundreds of bells, all wound together with brightly coloured thread, tinkling lightly in the breeze. Closer to Remus was another stall, fashioned entirely from sea-glass, and as the side-ways morning sun beamed onto the stall, it gleamed rainbow light onto the adjacent buildings. 

The people were interesting too. Unlike the sewers, up top the roguish and the refined walked side by side. Distant noblemen purveyed the stalls with their chests exposed, adorned with beautiful jewels and bright, delicate fabrics. Beside them, pirates swaggered, still wobbly from the sea, their long hair crusted with salty air.

Remus had always known that everyone had a place in the city, but it was another thing entirely to see it with his own eyes. The noblemen, the peddlers, and the pirates. Remus lifted his gaze to the line of bodies hanging by the gaol. He clenched his jaw as a body slowly turned, revealing a sealskin draped over its shoulders, the silver fur marred and caked with blood.

And, of course, even the cursed had their place.

[limetimo]

jegulus + The Book of Love

for this post

It's taken months and a fake start (6000 words before I realised the idea won't work in that setting smh) but I did it! For you, bae <3

The Book of Love

(Jegulus, modern muggle AU)

James hadn’t been expecting any visitors that afternoon, and the chime of the doorbell caught him lounging around the house in nothing but his underwear. He contemplated getting dressed, but the bathing robe was still in the laundry, and he didn’t feel like putting on real pants. Moreover - he was quite proud of his body. Unless it was the Girl Guides behind his door he didn’t mind giving someone a free show.

It turned out to only be Regulus, anyway.

“Regs! Hey,” James greeted, mildly surprised to see the younger man. They’d gotten closer over the last few years, but they usually only hung out with the rest of the crew; Regulus also never turned up unannounced. He claimed to have manners (the ‘unlike Sirius’ was heavily implied).

“Hello James,” Regulus said, a small, almost nervous smile on his face. “I’m sorry to bother you, just stopped by to give you this,” he held out a small package wrapped in decorative paper.

James took it, wracking his brain for which birthday, anniversary or other significant date he’d missed. “No bother at all, do you want to come in?”

Regulus hesitated.

“I’ve got muffins and Say Yes To The Dress,” James sweetened the deal.

“Okay,” Regulus said, because he could never resist pretty dresses. He didn’t wear them often, his mother’s voice still loud in the back of his head, but he really liked to look.

James let him in with a wide grin on his face. He dropped the gift on the coffee table on his way to the kitchen. “Tea or soda?” he called out.

“Tea please!” Regulus called back from the couch.

“Got it,” James hummed and put the kettle on. “So… the gift? Did I miss my name day or something?”

“No, nothing like that. Just,” a deep breath, “something I wanted you to have.”

Sounds important, James thought, but aloud he only said, “Okay, cool.” He plated four muffins and brought them, along with the tea, over to the living room. “Can I open it now?”

“Yeah, sure.” Regulus didn’t sound too sure about it, all but hiding behind his mug.

Deciding to simply rip off the band-aid, James picked up the neatly wrapped parcel. It was slim and book sized, and indeed, it was a journal.

It was old, perhaps one of the first of Regulus' waste collection of journals he started accumulating all the way back at Hogwarts. Its cover was positively girly, with pink details and horses surrounded by giant butterflies and decorated with animal stickers on top. The cheap padlock that came with the diary had been replaced by a much sturdier one, the key tied to it by a slim hair tie.

James looked up at Regulus, who was flustered and looking away in addition to hiding behind his mug.

“Go ahead,” the man grunted.

With a shrug and growing curiosity James unfastened the lock and opened the diary on the first page.

“Aaawww,” he cooed involuntarily. He forgot how posh Regulus’ handwriting was even at such a young age. Each letter was carefully drawn. James could easily imagine baby-faced Regulus sticking his tongue out in concentration.

James Fleamont Potter

Birthday: March 27

Age: 12

Height:

Likes: Sirius, Bertie’s Beans, Pokemon, football

Dislikes: S. Snape, licorice

Smiling and not sure what to think, he turned the pages, reading more facts and observations about his teenage self, Regulus’ tips to himself how to establish dominance during their interactions. James knew Regulus used to be jealous of his relationship with Sirius - James had been envious of Sirius’ relationship with his brother too, but he never realised the extent of it.

Especially endearing were dated inputs in different pens from older Regulus. Little comments such as ‘That was awful,’ or ‘I can’t believe he did that!’ were peppered around the blocks of text.

Each new school year was marked by a picture of James - sometimes drawn by hand, sometimes a cut out photograph, and his ‘stats’. James burst out laughing at the one where he was fifteen, and Regulus had added a comment of ‘He’s handsome??? Since when? Illegal’ under the photo.

From then on the nature of the notes changed dramatically. The focus on winning Sirius’ attention was gone, replaced by angry fretting at James’ stupid handsome eyes and stupider handsome smile and big hands and stupid impossible hair and stupid unfunny jokes.

“You had a crush on me?” James asked incredulously. He never would have guessed. He’d thought his best mate’s gremlin little brother hated him with all the passion of a teenage emo jock!

“Keep reading,” Regulus hummed, cheeks and ears on fire. He pulled his socked feet up on the couch and was now curled up against the arm rest. It was cute.

James kept reading.

There was a page systematically filled with variations of their names, scribbled in shame and annotated with ‘Lol this is pathetic’ and ‘Potter-Black is the superior combination’. James had to agree with the latter statement. Potter-Black did sound pretty good.

There were fantasies, starting out rather generic and becoming more detailed as Regulus got to know himself better over the years.

‘Holding hands’ transformed into ‘hooked by pinkies’ because ‘sweaty palms are disgusting’.

‘I want him to throw me on the bed’ was annotated with a ‘YES PLEASE’ and a couple more years later another comment was added that said, ‘Bet he could pick me up by the waist like a Disney princess and toss me into a ball pit.’ Which was certainly an interesting fantasy.

He felt his face grow red at the nineteen year old Regulus’ conclusion he liked giving blowjobs, but felt very icky about receiving handjobs, and drew a hard line on penetrative sex. On the other hand, necking and biting was an enthusiastic yes. Kissing was only okay if there was zero saliva transfer.

The inputs got less frequent and less infatuated as Regulus got older. Pictures stopped altogether after James’ second football match in college. There was still at  least one input per year though, tidbits of his personal and professional life accompanied by variations of ‘He got even prettier, HOW?!’

Tucked between the pages at the very end was a printed screenshot of a conversation. Only one text bubble that said, ASK HIM OUT YOU COWARD!!!! It was dated only a few months back.

“You… still have a crush on me?” James asked, just to be hundred percent sure.

Regulus hummed an affirmation. “Look, you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that… I’m an option,” he shrugged. “I know you don’t see me that way-”

“Yeah, yeah I-” James cut in, running his hand through his hair. “I’ll admit it never occured to me to think about you that way. You’re Sirius’ little brother; I guess it just… didn’t feel right even after I realised I liked blokes too?” he laughed a little nervously. Regulus nodded. He was still flushed, but looked resigned snd accepting. He’d clearly been expecting a similar answer.

“But I,” James said, looking at the younger man and thinking hard of the times they had spent together, “I think I could. Think of you romantically, that is.”

Regulus blinked a couple times. “So… if I asked you out on a date, you’d say yes?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” James thought about it for a little while longer. Regulus was a nice looking bloke, he was fit, he could be quite funny when he let himself relax. James pictured them talking over milkshakes and sharing chips, like Regulus imagined they would in his diary. He imagined kissing the high cheekbones and long fingers. He imagined them getting groceries together, and he imagined Regulus hogging the blankets and the bathroom. He imagined yeeting his boyfriend into a ball pit.

“Yeah,” he repeated more decidedly. “I’d say yes.”

“Okay,” Regulus said, a small, shy smile spreading over his face slowly. “Does next Saturday work for you?”