#regs speaks

[operaghostnocturne]

Hello! Regulus here.

You may be wondering where I've been.

Stuck in the depression cycle.

Long story short, a combination of Art School Bullshit, Covid, an abusive boss, and no job or housing security, led to a pretty bad mental health situation. Plus moving back in with my parents. Not a safe living environment for me, but I didn't really have a choice. Cuz I wanted to try mental health meds, and have a history of intrusive thoughts. In the unalive direction.

My intrusive thoughts are the boy with the horn. And I am the girl covering her ears.

I ended up in a pretty bad burnout too. I ended up stuck in a very judgemental and harsh mental state when I did art. Mostly due to art school bullshit. Lotta teachers and students ragged on my work for being digital, and DnD esc. I ended up internalizing a bunch of what people said. It's been a slow journey getting back to even being able to do sketches.

So! 4 meds, one service dog, consistent therapy, and a better living situation, I'm starting to get back to the point where I can do art again. Woo!

So what about this project? Well! I'm still a Phantom of the Opera Nerd. I actually went to the Broadway Production last February before it closed. That was amazing. Anywho, I absolutely want to continue working on this!

Buuuuut. There's been a slight shift in the way I am thinking about it, and want to do it. As in. What if Phantom of the Opera? But in Dungeons and Dragons?

I'm currently throwing the idea of making a short campaign/one shot out of this story. Or writing something based on DND elements.

A thing to note: I'm not 100% back. I'm working on this, and also trying to deal with wildly fluctuating mental health states. I'm also working on other things. See my main blog for my obsession with Critical Role and Avatar (Cameron.) I'll share sketches if I make them.

Mostly just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and haven't forgotten about this project.

Thanks for reading.

Here is a picture of the aforementioned service dog. Her name is Tarot Moondrop Esmeralda Phoenix Shinobi Blused-Marshmallow Diva Cooper. Nocturne (pronounced noct turn neigh. Cuz I only found out recently that that Isn't How that word is pronounced.)

[foursaints]

no more infighting the diversity of taste in marauders fandom is my favorite thing about being here… just saw barty hate describing him as a creepy arrogant coward with emotional regulation issues probably hunched over a desk doodling dead animals and my instinctual response was 🥰🥰 hell yes he is….. that’s my boy 💞💞…… at the same time i love the marauders but it’s the most hilariously fruitless thing ever when i see someone trying to explain to me that the gryffindors MUST be more likable as characters because they are “kind” and “brave” and “not incredibly morally reprehensible”…… what if i like the spineless terrorist torturer character. what if i want him carnally. what if i’m saying he did nothing wrong and lovingly readjusting his house arrest ankle bracelet. where does that leave us now

[27-royal-teas]

what would you trade the pain for? 💫

[ask-spiderpool]

were you the one who used the phrase "baby steps with big old baby stumbles" because that has been stuck in my noggin for AGES

It's a line that slipped my mind, but yes!

[textsfromthetva]

[slink-a-dink]

BIG MANTA REAL

photo source:

[honeynclove]

my evil gay opinions on the obey me casts outfits

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic dec 15 (only 8 days late lol) - game - 1.8k words - cw: heavy making out, sweat licking lol (they're animals)

pt3 of the charmed mistletoe thingy <3 (part 1, part 2 exclusively on ao3)

this is Not proofread *summersaults away*

After those first two times it seems to evolve into a bit of a game for James. 

It’s late in the afternoon as Regulus is walking back to the dorms from Runes by himself. 

Barty had disappeared as soon as young, mellow-minded Babbling had opened her mouth to announce the end of today’s lesson to do whatever it is he does in his freetime away from his friends—write essays for Seven Years in exchange for Firewhisky, plot the downfall of the Ministry, probably. 

Meanwhile Pandora and Evan should just be done with their last period too right now—Care of Magical Creatures over by the Greenhouses this semester. Something about Kettleburn having them tend to the Niffler eggs. Regulus doesn’t even want to know.

Coming out of the Middle Tower, instead of taking a left and heading straight for the way leading to the dungeons, he keeps walking into the Middle Courtyard.

He already sees a free window alcove he can settle himself down in to wait for his friends to arrive when he rounds the old stone archway and collides with someone.

Regulus grunts and there’s only a moment of irritation before it’s washed away by the next ghust of air carrying citrus, spice and an obscene amount of broom polish, wood, leather and sweat.

“Oh, you’re fucking ki—”

“Oops,” James says, where he’s got his arms wrapped around Regulus, sounding not very sorry at all.

“You–” Regulus rears back, as far as the magic sticking his feet to the ground allows him to, and pulls back to hit James in the chest—which doesn’t do a lot at the moment, sadly, given James’ Quidditch padding under the uniform, “foul, loathsome, evil little—”

“Now, now,” James chuckles. His brown skin is tinted scarlet on the cheeks and nose from the cold and exertion of practice and still gleaming with drying sweat.

Regulus does not think about licking him. “I despise you.”

“Sure,” James nods, tone sarcastically affirmative, moving in, “Pucker up, baby. I gotta hit the showers and then subject myself to the horrors of writing two feet of an at least Exceeds Expectations worthy essay for Sluggy.”

Regulus gives him a practised sneer, “You must’ve been hit in practice one too many times if you think you will get a kiss from me like this.”

James’ lips twitch, “And why’s that, love?”

“You reek,” Regulus scolds. Lies. 

Like a liar. 

A dirty, rotten liar, who lies.

James shrugs one shoulder, “And your breath still smells like lunch.”

Regulus’ heart stops beating. He’s pretty sure if you’re watching closely enough you were just able to see his soul leave his body for a second, warp outside, make his edges blurry. Regulus might be sick.

“What?”

“Great, now that we’ve both said something untrue, why don’t we move ommpf–”

“Fuck you,” Regulus spits, shaking his hand where his knuckles are starting to throb from the repeated hitting.

 “Y’know,” James stops rubbing his side and promptly reels Regulus in by his wrist. “With the way your eyes are blitzing this is kind of getting me going.”

With the close proximity it’s a little harder to think clearly now. Regulus feels his brows knit deeper, feels his body unclench when one of James’ palms finds the small of his back. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Wanna find out how much?” James rasps, licking his lips. His eyes are lidded, dark lashes long behind his wire framed glasses. His hair is even more of an atrocity than usual thanks to the helmet he wore, standing in all kinds of directions or plastered to his skull and forehead in some places. 

It’s annoyingly similar to the way James had looked after Regulus had unthinkingly tousled it their previous time under a mistletoe.

As if James knows the turn his thoughts have taken he squeezes slightly at Regulus’ hand, murmuring, “Remember last time? How good it felt? Because I do.”

James’ eyes are boring so hard into Regulus he feels like being lit on fire from the inside.

“And I know you did, love–Don’t even try to deny it.”

Regulus still slowly shakes his head, even as his fingers curl in the harness straps of James’ chest padding.

“Come get another taste, Regs.” James nudges their noses together, “I’m all yours.”

Those three words do something a little unhinged to Regulus. 

It makes him want to take a bite out of James. Get a taste of the consistency of him between his teeth and then feel him slide down his oesophagus in a gooey, wet pile. Dig claws in, break the skin and make him bleed. Mark him up. 

It’s truly wondrous that Regulus is able to get anything out other than a feral, hungry snarl.

He doesn’t know what ethereal might overcomes him when he mutters, with the steadfastness of a shaky leaf in a tornado, “Only the cheek.”

A dark brow rises over the rim of James’ glasses, “Only the cheek, huh?”

Regulus manages a nod, a shaky breath leaving him on the exhale.

“Fine then,” James whispers, leaning in.

He does it just like the first time.

His thumb on the underside of Regulus’ chin, other fingers splayed over his jawbone and guiding him to the side. Warm breath, then even warmer lips pressing right forth.

Not shy at all. Going right after what he wants.

Lips lifting and there’s only a single second of immobility before there’s a second kiss. And a third.

Steadily moving lower, growing a little bolder, more open mouthed. Less of that barely there stubble, more of the slick satiny inside of James’ mouth.

And with the skin to skin contact Regulus has apparently been completely abandoned by this higher force because his traitorous body leans into the delicious treatment. Head tilting to the side accommodatingly, lids fluttering and own lips parting around a quiet groan.

The hinge of Regulus’ jaw is being explored, a small detour to nip at his earlobe and then James sets his lips down over the patch of skin behind and latches on.

Regulus makes a sound he didn’t know he was capable of, clutching harder at James.

Who responds with a rough hum of his own, pulling them closer together with his strong arm around Regulus’ waist.

“James,” Regulus breathes, one hand coming up to his neck. “James.”

The older boy makes a noise to show either his attention or his displeasure at being disrupted, Regulus isn’t really sure.

And then James lays his tongue out flat and licks a stripe up the side of Regulus’ throat.

The absolute animal. Disgusting, heinous, damning, irritatingly sexy, stupid man. 

Somebody call the Ministry and tell them Santa is real because it must be a miracle that Regulus doesn’t pass out from that on the fucking spot.

He does however let yet another moan slip he cannot help and then tries tugging James back. “Ok, ok, James. That– that’s enough.”

This seems not to fit into James’ aka Mister Eager and Enthusiastuc’s agenda going off of the pained noise he lets out against Regulus’ throat.

That is until Regulus speaks again.

Because he’s reached some kind of epiphany or maybe a deja vu of sorts because the second James’ tongue had made contact with Regulus’ skin all he could think was, “My turn.”

James stills against him, draws back, wide eyed and hazy looking with his stupid big baby cow brown eyes and Regulus doesn’t let himself think about it but instead moves right in.

Doesn’t really bother with niceties as he immediately presses his lips to the edge of James’ jaw. The stubble prickles slightly and James makes a wheezing noise, head rolling to the side.

Regulus’ lips lift into a smile, chest burning and an excited shiver whacking through him at James’ reaction.

He smells spicy and musky and salty so Regulus mimics the path down.

Until he can’t help himself anymore and open his mouth to finally taste. 

It’s glorious, sweat and citrus and James, the boy over him moaning at an indecent volume.

James curses, sounding breathless, “Regs.”

Regulus responds by sucking at the patch of skin again,

“Fuck, please– Yes, so good.” James babbles, “You’re so good, so sweet. So good to me.”

Then there’s fingers driving through the short curls at the back of Regulus’ head and he pants against James before leaning in and letting himself use his teeth.

Just graze but James makes another one of those obscene noises, half moan half curse and then the fingers in his hair are clenching.

Keeping Regulus in place for James to chase his mouth again. Fed up, seemingly, with having to stay still. Or too overwhelmed, Regulus doesn’t care because James is pressing their lips together again and it’s heaven.

Regulus hears the angels sing, the bells jingle. Christmas magic.

He lets out a satisfied noise, arching closer and then, because James is rude and always ruins it, he moves back.

“Wait, wai–” cuts off when Regulus steals another kiss, grip iron on James’ neck, “Reg, love.”

Regulus lifts down from the balls of his feet with an incredulous noise, raising his brows impatiently at James.

This one’s eyes flit all over his face for a moment and Regulus instantly becomes hyper aware of the way his cheeks feel warm and his lips swollen.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday,” James mutters.

“No,” Regulus answers reflexively. And moves in to get another kiss.

Which James breaks again. 

Regulus huffs. He’s starting to get irritated.

James takes his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Go on a date with me,” he starts, a tone in his voice before he licks into Regulus mouth again. For just a moment before he adds, “Or you’ll have to wait for another mistletoe to catch us to kiss me.”

And– hold on a second.

“Pardon?” Regulus inquires, trying to blink the haze out of his head.

James gives another quick kiss to Regulus’ slack mouth, smiling faintly, “You heard me.”

“You actually think you can blackmail me this way?”

“Christmas season is only for another few days, love,” James counters. “The mistletoes will be gone before you can say Chinese Chomping Cabbage.”

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek for a moment. 

“What if I say yes?”

There’s a flash of teeth with James’ lips curling up at the corner and then he’s moving in again, tilting back Regulus’ head.

Regulus gasps into the kiss, with the way James is brushing their still spit slick lips together.

James hums when Regulus fingers find their way onto the front of James’ practice long sleeve. It’s low and rumbly, and Regulus feels it where their chests are pressed together, prompting him to make a high pitched noise of his own.

James draws it out this time with a few more slower sweet kisses, leaving Regulus all jittery.

“This has happened for the third time now,” James says conspiratorially, toying with a curl at Regulus’ ear.

“So?” Regulus huffs.

James hums, “You know what they say, Regs.”

Regulus shudders, making James lips lift.

“Once is happenstance, twice is barely a coincidence and trice is fa—”

Regulus is already rounding the corner, fleeing, as his ears gleam crimson.

“You can't run from it, Reg! Tis the season of love!” James calls after him, cackling. “See you Saturday morning!”

[fyloune-taylorsversion]

-You love him dont you? Remus.

- everyone loves him..

- I think he loves you too, more than you do.

- is that your impression?

- no, he told me.

- when did he tell you?!

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME X WOLFSTAR!!!!!

[lilyflxwers]

reg became a deatheater purely to spite sirius and you can’t tell me otherwise.

[moonshynecybin]

sorry for double cigarette scene posting. as if its my fault

[prettybabybaby]

nothing pisses me off more than when you guys include REGULUS with the lightning era slytherin boys like what are you doing ???

[rubia-peregrinart]

thinking about dark colonel 😳

[touchlikethesun]

as much as i love the headcanon that regulus’ first word was sirius’ name, phonetically and developmentally that’s just so unlikely. like the ‘s’ i can maybe by a precocious reg figuring out how to say, but the ‘r’?? sometime i can’t even pronounce it correctly, no way a 18-24 month old is figuring it out, not before something easier at least

[boyfeminism]

everything to me

[ironnbarbs]

thinking about how kaito becomes protective of all his friends by the end of the truthful route,,,thinks about he was so worried for takuma back in the library in the wrathful route and how he wanted to comfort aoi after saki's death,,,

HE IS SO CARING AND PROTECTIVE OF HIS BUDDIES IM GOING TO-