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James: You’re as pale as a ghost, the light bounces off your skin…I know what you are.

Regulus: Say it. SAY IT.

James, whispering: Iron deficient

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Welcome backkkk

Thank youuu

i’m so glad to be back you have no clue

thanks for messaging !

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Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

This, but it’s the black brothers sitting on sirius’ bed, and it’s sirius wiping a tear away from regulus’ cheek. they’re young. too young. their mother had just punished regulus and there’s a red mark blooming on his cheek. reg is sniffling and sirius brushes away the hair in reg’s face so he can look at him properly. he tells him this to give him hope. he adds that the one person that will always save him will be his big brother. regulus believes him because how could the boy who’s wiping away his tears lie? sirius says that maybe their parents won’t always be so bad. Then a couple years later when sirius thinks he has no other choice but to leave, he grabs regulus’ angry and tear streaked face and he tells him this again. He can’t save regulus now. He wishes he could. he can’t. he wants to. regulus can’t ever know this. sirius can’t risk regulus doing something dangerous now. He needs to break him to save him so he told him that. regulus yells and falls to the floor when sirius lets go to leave. he leaves without looking back while regulus wonders why his big brother won’t save him.

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Hey

i don’t think this post will really reach anyone but i still want to make it, not just to explain myself but also to say, “honey, i’m home!”

first off, hidden-for-reg is back on online! unfortunately, i had to take some time off from tumblr for a mental health break. it started with one stressful week, which turned into multiple, then that turned into the worst period of writers block and art block and reading block i’ve ever had, and then that turned into more stress because i didn’t want to let down my moots with content that i had no motivation for. but recently, i’ve been slowly coming out of my creative block and will hopefully have some art and writing snippets to share. aside from that, i think i’ll be posting content that isn’t limited to the marauders fandom since my hyperfixations will not give me a break lol

also, i wrote this to say “hiiiii <3!” To my moots because you guys rock: @lulublack90, @iamthemoonagedaydream, @monachopsisindefaultmode

lots of love,

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thanks for the tag @lulublack90! apologies for how long it took me to find this. This is piece from a Jegulus fic I've been slowly working on.

“Mamá!” James had screamed down the hallway. “Neighbors came by to visit!” James whipped his head to look at them both. He stared at them for a second until Regulus saw the idea of asking for their names visibly dawn on the kid’s face. It was pretty hilarious, if he was honest. “So… uh, what’re you guys’ names?” he asked a bit sheepishly.

Sirius beamed then because he kind of excelled in the “making friends department”, whereas Regulus pretty much failed there. “I’m Sirius.” He held out his hand for a formal handshake because that’s how one should greet a new acquaintance, per their mother’s instructions on etiquette. 

But James, probably because he was uncultured, took Sirius’ hand and yanked him in for a hug. Regulus gulped because he’d feel bad about knocking James’ lights out just for touching him. Luckily, James had done nothing of the sort because a lady walked down the hallway the very next second.

@ Anyone who wants to continue it

Snippet Friday Saturday

Thanks for the tag @bradleysass

This is from a rosestarkillerchaser one shot I'm working on.

"Can you prove you were here?" "Considering I have cameras all over this place and employees I was dealing with, yes I can. If it's that damn important, you can come back when I'm closed." James pushed off the desk and opened the door. "Now get out." "This isn't over," Albus remarked, walking past James. "We will be back." "I'd be more surprised if you weren't," James drawled before closing the office door once they were out. The officers grumbled something to each other that James didn't bother to listen to over the music before they left the pub. James headed back behind the bar and continued to help customers as if nothing happened. "What was that all about?" Evan asked after it slowed down a little. James glanced at Regulus and Barty. "Seems the boys didn't listen." "Ahh."

Np tags @thebibutterflyao3 @calamitoustide @lulublack90

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Come what come may,/ Time and the hour runs through the roughest/ day.

Macbeth

Girl i am so sorry i missed this 😭 I'm going through my ask box rn and this poetic contribution to my day made it a little better :)

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thanks for the tag @lulublack90 💜

These are mostly what I listen to. It's all over the place, I know 😭

no pressure tags: @iamthemoonagedaydream @monachopsisindefaultmode

rules: post the top five songs in your on-repeat playlist

Thanks for the fun tags @goldenprophetwrites @tealeavesandtrash @veganbutterchicken !

#2 and #4 are not from me (my account is pirated by my family!) so I added some to get the 5 for me... (or 6!)

I guess I need to give tribute to Alex Turner!

No pressure tag @magicbeings @marigold-hills @lulublack90 💜

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march 1: worth | jegulus microfic | word count: 252

a gift for: @lulublack90 (I’m finally awake)

“Prove to me you are worth something.” 

A slap across the face. Then another.

Walburga grabbed Regulus’ jaw and forced him to look at her after she’d struck him to the floor. Regulus felt tears burning in his eyes and he glared back into his mother’s face. He couldn’t let himself cry just yet.

“I will not have another failure of a son.” Another smack from her ringed hand. Another swear. Another curse. Another cut that wouldn’t stop bleeding.

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Regulus let his tears fall freely. They streamed down his face, seemingly never-ending. His sobs wracked his lungs as he shoved his palms into his eyes to stop the tears. He shouldn’t cry.

He startled when he felt warm hands gently move his own away from his eyes. Regulus came face to face with James Potter, gazing down at him like he was God.

James cupped Regulus’ jaw and wiped away a tear on his cheek with a calloused thumb.

“Don’t cry, Reg, please,” James pleaded. “You are worth more than the world to me.” He put his forehead against Regulus’.

Regulus closed his eyes, unable to handle everything he felt. Afraid to look into James’ eyes and see the truth that inevitably lay there.

“Please look at me,” James whispered. Regulus obeyed. The look in James’ broke his heart. “You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

Regulus choked out a mixture of a laugh and a cough. He bit back a shy smile.

“I love you, Regulus.”

“I love you too, James.”

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For all my online friends.

(Update: Ya'll liked this so much, I made stickers! You can get them here.)

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(just a lil regulus drabble/character study thing; 394 words)

Things are always quieter when it’s snowing. The trees, the cars, the people. Not James Potter though.

He is as loud as it gets, throwing snowballs and exclaiming in joy as he stretches his tongue towards the sky in hopes if catching some of the snow flakes. In general, he’s loud. He laughs loud and thinks loud and loves loud.

Regulus used to feel envy for that. Thinly concealed as anger, but envy nonetheless. Now he knows that it was simply the desire to be that way. To be able to exclaim and let his guard down and proclaim his love for everyone and everything like that. To maybe even be loved like that some day. To deserve to be loved like that one day.

Regulus was told to be quiet for all his childhood, to not make a sound, to conceal all weaknesses and flickers of emotions. The way his parents treated him taught him to never let his guard down, to keep up a mask of indifference, to never reveal anything about himself that could be used against him.

When James had come into his life, he’d been exactly like that, closed off and untrusting. He felt unable to change, even if he wanted to.

It has taken Regulus a long time to be able to accept love that is loud like that, and being able to think himself worthy of it. Although it wasn’t James who made him accept and change and heal, James was the one who made him want to do all those things, as cheesy as that may sound.

He is still quite a silent person, at least when it comes to feelings. He conveys his love in actions not words most of the time, and thoughts rather in writing not speaking. But he can say ‘I love you’ without the urge of having to throw up - even to his brother -, he can accept that being vulnerable is part of being human and that apologising when it really matters is not some horrible weakness designed to be used by someone else to hurt him.

He’s learning to be louder in the way he’s expressing his feelings every day. It’s hard, and he has a feeling that it’ll always be hard, but he’s trying – so much. For James, for Sirius, for his friends, but also for himself.

Especially for himself.

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Ngl life feels so much brighter after getting a fic idea after being in writers block for months

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god bless anyone who comments on ao3

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hi i hate school it is a stupid institution and is a ridiculous means of receiving knowledge and i have burnout and i am Over It anyways i hope ur doing well love u loads 🩷🩷

ugh omg I hate school as well, totally feel you, i've got exams this week

I hope you're doing awesomely,

love you too, anon 🥰

reach out again if u need to rant

me because exams:

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December 17: smile | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 495

a small gift for @lulublack90 since I have awoken

James had never seen Regulus Black smile. Like ever.

Obviously, he’d taken it upon himself to be the first person to make him smile.

However, this mission proved to be more difficult than James had expected it to be. He’d tried everything in his book: jokes, funny faces, compliments, smiling at him first to get him to do it back, harmless pranks, and even sending him anonymous love note (who knows, maybe he could have been a sap at heart) (spoiler alert: he wasn’t). None of this worked though, to James’ utter dismay and frustration.

Admittedly, it was quite a trivial and insignificant thing to be upset about, but James’ every waking moment quickly became consumed with his mission. 

Now, as James was walking back to the Hogwarts castle after picking nice flowers for his dorm by the lake, he was contemplating if he should just give up. 

Looking down as he walked, he couldn’t help but notice how saddened he became by the idea of giving up. 

What he didn’t notice, however, was Regulus, who he ran straight into. He dropped his bundle of flowers while the boy opposite him dropped his books.

James quickly bent down to pick up their things, expecting a barrage of insults and quips from the Slytherin about being more careful where he was going next time. 

Regulus crouched down at the same time to pick up his things, and oh. 

James knew he probably looked stupid ogling the boy like he was, but he couldn’t help but stare. He was breathtaking up close. Perfect curls and porcelain skin and high cheekbones and slightly pink, plush lips formed in a tiny o. His brilliant blue eyes framed by a dark row of lashes met James’ plain old brown eyes, and James felt a tug in his chest. 

Regulus looked down and James’ gaze stupidly followed. Below them, their hands were resting on each other over one of the flowers James had dropped.

All at once, James suddenly became very, very aware of just how close they were.

James brought his eyes back up to Regulus’ face, and oh, again. 

The boy’s face was now dusted with a light blush. Just barely noticeable, but it was there.

Regulus pulled his hand away from James’ and stood up, grabbing his books in the process.

He looked like he was about to walk away, and James yelped, probably too loudly, “Reg! Wait!” He stood up hastily, quickly gathering his flowers. He pulled out a light blue carnation and held it out for Regulus. “It matches your eyes.”

The boy in front of him blushed even harder and tentatively reached out and took it. “Thanks,” he murmured softly, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was a plain and simple feature yet it softened the hard lines of Regulus’ face and brought a light to his eyes James had never seen anything like. 

Godric, what James would do to see that again.

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pandora made coraline-style dolls for each of her friends one christmas. when school was in session, the dolls were kept together on display in the dorm room.

when summer came, they felt bad separating them so they found a small cave by the great lake and left them there together.

they did the same thing at graduation, even though dorcas was no longer talking to them and pandora was going into hiding, they called a truce for once and set them down.

years later, barty secretly leads luna to the cave so she can have them. luna does not take them, she cleans the cave up and reorganizes the dolls, adding little name plates so if anyone else finds them- they’ll be remembered.

those dolls are still there, waiting to be remembered.

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How to create an atmosphere

How to create an atmosphere: Coffee Shop

How to create an atmosphere: Library

How to create an atmosphere: Supermarket

How to create an atmosphere: Train Station

How to create an atmosphere: Club

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@prettyquickpoetry wrote me a poem and it was too good not to share

show their blog some love, they are so talented <3