#james

[my-castles-crumbling]

Regulus: I hate you.

James, confidently: I know you’re lying, Reggie.

James, whispering to Sirius: He’s lying, right?

Sirius: *banging head on desk*

[the-great-1989-cheese-disaster]

James: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Peter: I sleep with a knife.

Sirius: Both of you are pathetic.

James: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Sirius: Remus.

[fabianvalencia561]

The first kill

I was bored so..... I decided to make a attempt at rendering a bit [ and I was a bit burnt out on working on my comic so I decided to make this and yea I wanted to explore more of my au James past.]

James first time killing a bull in his hometown, Córdoba Spain. He was younger (16 to 17 years old) , and was heartbroken when he realized that it was one of the bulls he raised when he was a little humanoid that he killed.

[godslove]

“‭So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; ²⁰ for the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.”

—James 1:19-20, Qualities Needed in Trials

[dramaticpokemonpictures]

[heart-for-god]

James 1:19

[emxmarauders]

7th year was Regulus’ worst year at Hogwarts. Not because he died, but rather because James wasn’t there.

Regulus always had the thought in the back of his mind about him having to have a whole year without James also being there, no matter how much he tried to push it away. But this didn’t make it any less painful for when he actually wasn’t there.

Of course, he still had his friends, but the part that completed him wasn’t there. The sun to his darkness, the golden retriever to his black cat.

He was scared that in that year they were separate, James would forget him, find someone new, and move on with his life.

He would never. But it already happened once for Regulus right? He knew the tale all too well. His own brother replaced him with none other than James himself. Or at least that’s what Regulus thought anyway.

[maiiefizz]

Jegulus Prompt: Ski

14.04.24, @jegulus-microfic

316 Words

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Regulus doesn't like skiing. He can do it, he had to learn thanks to his parents, but cold winters and stormy mountains are not for him. James and Sirius, however.... Well, let's put it this way. Regulus is sitting in the café, relaxing and looking out of the window.

But when suddenly two shapes slide way too wildly and uncontrollably down the most difficult ski slope, he simply has to get up and stand at the railing with the other curious people and watch

Yep, as expected, he then finds his brother and his young friend at the bottom of the piste. Both lying face down in the snow because, oh wonder, they didn't have the skills to actually ski down the piste.

After paying for his espresso, he skis an easy route down to the two of them.

James sees him from a great distance and looks at him happily. "Reggi!" He shouts from afar, "Did you see that? That was so cool! Well, not necessarily the end, but most of the time it worked so well! Sirius and I-" He is interrupted by a snowball being thrown in his face. Sirius laughs behind him, but only until he gets a snowball himself. "If I have to call an ambulance here because of you, then you'll both move back in with your parents! The flat's on me!"

Even though Regulus is a very threatening person, James can't take him seriously when he stands in front of him with his woolly hat, gloves and a snowball in his hand. So he goes up to his young friend to kiss him, but before he gets that far he has another snowball in his face. Well, maybe Regulus isn't so much fun after all.

"I love you too, Reggi," James confirms with a big grin on his face.

Sirius can only be heard gagging briefly in the background.

[korvidking]

work sketches again

[james-kojirou]

James & Mime Jr 🤡

[ask-glitched-misfortune]

("I've caught wind of your demand for asks. I shall attempt to populate your letterbox, as a holiday gift. I pray I do not overstep. Happy holidays.")

"Surely, Stranger, you notice the difference between you and others? Does the creeping feeling that something has been amiss for so long feel familiar to you? Crawling ever so slowly up your back, tingling in your spine..."

"The feeling that maybe you indeed are different, do you feel it?"

-@hidden-lorechambers

"It's hard to ignore when I get to hear my, uhm- oddities every time s-someone new passes through the village. Some are pretty... blunt about it."

"It doesn't- really bother me? I am aware just how d-different I am. I can't really change that, I don't think so. People just get spooked by me."

"We're all kind of different from the 'norm' I guess. People have to say something about each of us in a way. I just happen to stand out-more?"

--- @hidden-lorechambers

[my-castles-crumbling]

villain - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 358

There were things that Regulus didn't talk about.

Not because they were bad, but because they were just.....well, they were stupid, alright? It was stupid and childish of him to like them, so he didn't tell a soul.

Who cared if he stayed up late reading muggle stories and obsessing over the characters and lore? It was his choice, his free time. As long as nobody found out. Because it was a bit embarrassing.

He hid it from everyone. Even Sirius had no idea that as much as he read poetry and classic literature in his free time, he also hid a very well-worn copy of The Hobbit under a floorboard in his dorm.

Nobody knew.

Until one day, he sat hidden in an alcove of the library, lost in his favorite story, only for James Potter to pop up out of nowhere.

"J-Potter!" he shrieked, quickly hiding the book next to him. "How did you find me?"

The older boy grinned, "Magic. I missed you."

Regulus felt the familiar flip of his stomach at Potter's words. It was new, this thing between them, but for some reason, he savored every moment. "That's...okay, then," he mumbled, eyes cast downward. He'd missed Potter as well. But it was hard to admit.

"What're you reading?" Potter asked, quickly snagging the book out of his loose hand, before Regulus could properly grab ahold.

"No-what?" Regulus protested, reaching in vain.

"The Hobbit?" James read aloud, looking curiously. "Isn't that Muggle?"

"I-yes," Regulus mumbled, reddening in embarassment.

James flipped through the book. "It's well-worn. You like this one?"

Surprised, Regulus looked up. "I...yes? Yeah, it's...it's alright."

Blinking, James sat down next to him. "Tell me about it," he requested softly.

Shock filled Regulus's body. "You...what do you want to know?" He asked, feeling self-conscious.

"Anything you want. You like it, I want to know about it," James shrugged. "Is this guy the villain?" he asked, pointing to the cover.

A warm feeling spread over Regulus. "Well yes, that's Smaug, he..."

And for the rest of the afternoon, he and James sat, heads pressed together, reading Regulus's favorite story.

[yamujiburo]

I like to think that Arbok's hood patterns are influenced by their environment. When they evolve, they can take on the markings of their parent, or maybe they take after the trainer who raised them (who may or may not have an intimidating look to them)

[chaotikotik]

Jessie will surely find love

[soranatus]

[retrogamingblog2]