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Each of those creepy gifts would be something they could use too, like maybe something they needed for a potion etc

crazy Pandora my beloved, she'll be walking up to someone and casually say "don't get too close to the lake" and people would be like ???? because they know she's a seer, she would make the most out of pocket gifts "here you have a necklace with a rat paw" "I made you a bracelet with bones" or literally just leaving a jar with eyes on someone's bed as a gift. She's weird, she's a bit unnerving, everyone thinks she's crazy.

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I did too dw

Reblog if Black Lives Matter to you

Where are those woke white people at!?

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I don’t even exist so how could I use Tumblr?

occasional posts from users

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By the end of their time at Hogwarts Barty had learnt every french insult there is because Regulus almost always directs them to him

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Wolfstar vs Jegulus

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“This next piece is Star Crossed Lovers by One of Many Depressed Gays.”

Regulus : take me to an art museum and make out w me

James : but they said not to touch the masterpiece

Regulus ; well someone's got to pin the artwork to the wall

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WHY IS EVERY BLOG ON MY FEED SO SAD TODAY 😭

Ten year old Regulus Black who thinks that no one could ever love him more than Sirius.

Eleven year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him more than Walburga and Orian.

Twelve year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him more than Evan.

Thirteen year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him more than Pandora, Dorcas, Barty and Even.

Fifteen year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him more than Barty.

Sixteen year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him more than James.

Seventeen year old Regulus Black who thinks no one could ever love him.

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Literally how I feel as a writer lol

It’s like playing god with the sims but the ones you’re really taking the ladder from are the readers

I love that I have control over your emotions

I love that I can post something silly and ruin even one person's day

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when the ao3 author is funny in the chapter notes and i get lowkey parasocial

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I feel called out as a Regulus kin because this took me way too long to understand…

everyone, point and laugh

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You have a bunch of angsty posts on my feed today and I am not okay with it 😭😭

"sirius would rather be free than safe" "regulus would rather be safe than free" okay well sirius was locked up for twelve years and regulus didn't even make it to nineteen so ig neither of them were free or safe

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Regulus: Murder, but only slightly…

James: W- How do you slightly murder someone?!

Sirius: um… I’m gonna come back later…

Regulus: James, do you love me?

James: Of course I do!

Regulus: Would you still love me if I did something bad?

James: Well, of course I… would…

Regulus: I mean something really, really—

James: Regulus, what did you do?

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Stole the air out of my lungs just like the Inferi that dragged Regulus under

jegulus height difference so cute because james is five feet ten inches tall and regulus is a hundred feet underwater

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So many fanfic ideas, constantly having the desire to write until I open my laptop and start doomscrolling instead

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i literally dont care what your excuse for using AI is. if you didnt put your own effort into making it im not putting my own effort into interacting with it.

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Literally Jegulus.

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It just… popped into my head lol

Regulus has alway been a cold person, not just in his demeanor but his body itself. Even if he borrowed one of Remus’s stupid sweaters he would still be cold. Even when his family went to those parties and his mother would wrap her arms around him because he publicly complained about how cold he was, her embrace only ever made him feel colder.

It’s strange.

How he constantly feels like he has just come out from the water or is standing in the middle of a snowstorm. And yet, when he is submerged in the water or surrounded by snow, he doesn’t feel cold—like right now.

He’s gazing up, at least, he thinks it’s up. His vision is blurry and it’s dark, likely spelled to not let any natural light in. He searches for the stars, the moon, and the sun even though he vaguely remembers it was night when he stepped into the cave. He knows he can’t find them in the cave but he still longs to see them one more time.

He isn’t sad. He isn’t cold. He isn’t scared. He’s done his part. Kreacher will destroy the locket and the order will defeat Voldemort. Regulus has accepted his fate. He’s ready.

Even as those clawed hands hold him under and the water seeps into his clothes. Even as he lets out an involuntary gasp for air, he feels nothing but warmth—like he has finally found peace.

Sorry?… 😬

This isn’t a fic but it is kinda inspired by some plans I have.