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james who wants to encourage toddler harry to gain more confidence, so he dares him to go into a shop and get the prettiest thing there for 20 pounds.

harry who gets out of the shop holding —a slightly confused— regulus' hand hostage, almost screaming "pa! i found pretty boy! he was free!!"

and that's how jegulus meet.

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Hihihi could I possibly be Lily?

MARAUDERS RP

canon era, doesnt have to follow canon events however

all characters are free except james and regulus (its a jegulus rp but all other ships are undecided)

james - me!!

regulus - @theoristswan5683

barty - @a-chance-of-raine

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every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot" in their ask box

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I really love Conan gray as Sirius' face claim and i know that it's a really famous face claim

But I also really love sombr as Regulus' face claim and people don't talk about it enough. LIKE.

sombr IS regulus black and nothing you say will change my mind.

Also he's my future husband 👀

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Euphemia and Fleamont went to Thailand and brought souvenirs.

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꒰ ⠀ִ ⠀ ⠀ׂ the summer that left everything blue ִ ⠀ ꒱

James mood board | Betty's mood board | Augustine's mood board | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7

˳ . ⋆chapter 3: vows made under the moonlight (broken by morning)

What started as a single night became a pattern—stolen afternoons, whispered conversations, a secret that grew like ivy around his ribs. The beach turned into late-night drives, and late-night drives turned into mornings tangled in sheets that weren’t his. Augustine was warmth, a soft place to land when the weight of his mistakes pressed too hard against his chest. But even as she rested beside him, even as she traced lazy circles on his skin, the thought of Betty burned like an open wound. And Betty—she wasn’t blind. She had heard the whispers, the way pitiful eyes lingered on her a little too long. So she did the only thing she could to protect herself, she ran. Switched homerooms. Avoided James in the halls. Pretended she didn’t remember the promises that were now broken.

A/n: our first Augustine's pov is here!!!! Augustine my poor baby, they could NEVER make me hate you <333 anyways, I think this one is pretty short compared to the last chapter but oh well

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The world felt quieter in the early morning—before the sun had fully risen, before reality had the chance to catch up with them. The air was thick with summer heat and the last traces of night, the kind of stillness that made everything feel suspended, like time had decided to hold its breath just for them.

Augustine was curled against James' side, her breath slow, steady, like she belonged there. Like this wasn’t borrowed time. Like morning wouldn’t come and ruin it.

James exhaled, staring at the ceiling, at the way sunlight stretched across the room, shifting as the dawn crept in. His arm was numb where she rested against him, her fingers still loosely tangled in his hair, as if she thought holding onto him meant he’d stay.

But he wasn’t hers to keep.

And even now, with his warmth pressed against her skin, she knew. She knew that she was just a replacement for Betty. She knew that if she hadn't talked to him at prom, this would've never happened.

She closed her eyes, willing the thought away, willing herself to just exist in this moment.

Three weeks had passed since prom. Three long weeks of sneaking out and pretending she didn't know James beyond closed doors.

And even though she knew she shouldn’t, she loved every bit of it. She loved the thrill of secrecy, the way his name felt like a whispered rebellion on her lips. Loved the quiet hum of his car waiting down the street, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

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Augustine was just easy for James to be with. Like the soft breeze on late summer nights, slipping through open windows, carrying the scent of salt and wildflowers. She didn’t ask for promises, didn’t demand explanations—just smiled at him like he was something worth waiting for.

With her, there were no questions, no expectations. Just laughter tangled in the wind, fingertips tracing lazy patterns on his arm, stolen moments that felt almost real if he let himself believe in them.

But even as he lay beside her, even as she pressed closer, warm and steady, his mind was somewhere else. On someone else. On the weight of a name he could never say without tasting regret.

James couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty for what he did to Betty, guilty for what he's doing to Augustine.

Because deep down, he knew that he didn't like Augustine the way he likes Betty. He knew that Augustine was just a replacement for Betty.

But what's done is done. And now he knows that vows made under the moonlight don't always survive the morning.

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It started as a feeling. A quiet, nagging thing in the back of her mind, like the first hint of a storm before the sky darkens. Easy to ignore at first. Easy to brush off as nothing. But rumors have a way of flying, creeping through cracks in the silence, curling around the edges of certainty until doubt seeps in like ink on paper.

She noticed it in the way people looked at her—not with admiration, not with envy, but with something softer. Something sad. Conversations would shift when she entered a room, laughter would die too quickly, and eyes would linger just a second too long. Like they knew something she didn’t. Like they were waiting for her to figure it out.

And then she did.

The truth didn’t come all at once—it unraveled, thread by thread, in stolen glances and hushed voices, in the weight of her boyfriend's name paired with a name that wasn’t hers slipping past someone’s lips. It settled heavy in her chest, bitter and cold, making every moment before it feel like a lie she had unknowingly lived inside.

And then the pity in their eyes became too much to bear, the walls of every familiar hallway felt too suffocating, so she did the only thing she could to protect herself. She ran. Switched homerooms. Avoided James in the halls. Pretended she didn’t remember the promises that were now broken. Pretended she hadn’t once believed in them.

But she did.

And nothing could've ever prepared her for the storm that was coming.

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Written on march 31st 2025, thanks for reading!

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Lilylene 😔

Do you ever love a ship so much you want to claw at your face when you realize its not canon?

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Guys do we wanna hear me rant about my new crush because I NEED to tell someone something but it's too long so I don't wanna seem weird😔

If anyone wants to hear me rant about him please tell me!!!!! He's so nice and cute and ughh

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James: [dressed in a suit and vlogging]

James: Hi there

James: You may see me and ask yourself, "Wow. He's pretty dressed up. Is he going on a date?"

James: The answer is no.

James: I'm going to the aquarium and I need the sea otters to like me.

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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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And I guess

I'll just miss it

Even though she isn't really gone

Things are just different

Even since she cut her blue hair off

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"Bleed the Sky"

The sky bursts open,

not gently,

not softly,

but like a body breaking,

like something holding on for too long

finally letting go.

The first drop hits—

hot asphalt hisses,

dust rises like ghosts startled awake,

and the earth opens her mouth

like she’s starving.

There’s no beauty here.

No poetry.

Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,

finding hunger,

finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.

The rain doesn’t ask permission.

It doesn’t care where it falls—

forest, rooftop, desert, skin.

It pounds against leaves as if to punish them

for turning their faces away,

fills the throats of rivers

until they choke on their own rushing,

slides down windowpanes like tears

too heavy to hold back.

And it keeps going.

There is no tenderness in this.

This is not about grace.

This is about gravity and surrender,

the weight of billions of tiny impacts

stripping the world bare.

And something in you loosens—

against your will,

unraveling in the rhythm,

in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,

of the times you couldn’t stop falling.

You stand there,

letting it hit you,

letting it drench everything you thought was safe.

Maybe this is what healing feels like:

not silent, not soft,

not clean.

But messy.

Wet hands in the dirt,

skin soaked,

blurry vision as everything spills.

The rain knows.

It always knows.

It comes to destroy,

and in the destruction

it leaves something you didn’t know you were—

raw, gasping,

and growing.

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marauders as shit my friends have said part 3

marlene: oh my GOD. have you heard about the men loneliness epidemic??

lily: yes, it's so stupid-

marlene: like if men suffer in silence why am i hearing about it ?? shut the fuck up!!

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you just know regulus was the type to have everyone saved on his phone as their full government names.

married ten years? James Fleamont Potter. best friends since they were eleven years old? Bartemius Crouch Junior. his actual brother? Sirius Orion Black III.

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The @ is @lilyandtulips

Looking for roleplayers

Marauder roleplay

Taken:

Remus

Free:

Everyone else

Roleplay info: marauders era time at hogwarts, please be around the ages of 15-18 as I, the blog runner, am 16 and a minor, any ships allowed talk to the people you want to do the ship with though about it though

If interest either message me here, on @starlightlovesspace or comment/reblog saying who

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Hi can I be Lily???

Looking for roleplayers

Marauder roleplay

Taken:

Remus

Free:

Everyone else

Roleplay info: marauders era time at hogwarts, please be around the ages of 15-18 as I, the blog runner, am 16 and a minor, any ships allowed talk to the people you want to do the ship with though about it though

If interest either message me here, on @starlightlovesspace or comment/reblog saying who