and the devil said "hey,"

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James: Momma didn’t raise no bitch.

Remus: *The momma he is referring to*

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James Sirius Remus Peter

i have no explanation for this other than: yes.

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I could go on for hours and days about the decline of stranger things’s cinematography, but one major problem is the “[song title] EPIC VERSION”.

don’t get it twisted, I love the 80s songs they use, and even find the epic versions wicked. But it just doesn’t follow the vibe of the original show. When they had featured music, it was just that. Featured music. They didn’t alter it to make it more intense. If they needed an intense soundtrack, they had their composers make something to fit.

I just miss it when stranger things was a more intimate story with more emotion than blinding lights and slow mo shots.

One of the many chasms ST fell down.

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not even one day back and someone is mad at me. I love the internet. I won’t put this persons @, and I have no hate for them at all, but there were some issues brought up that I want to talk about.

ITS FICTION

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

So basically, they had a post talking about how hypocritical it is that people don’t like Snape for reasons that pertain to Barty and Evan, except they let it slide for the latter two. They also brought up that while we erase Barty and Evan’s canon selves to make them better for fanon, we use canon Snape to hate fanon Snape. And I get their point, I do. If it’s all canon, it should be all canon. If it’s all fanon, it should be all fanon. BUT I still felt like they were targeting Barty and Evan enjoyers. So I commented “what if my fanon Snape is a piece of crap while my fanon Barry and Evan are just silly little guys? what then?/j” and I was joking. I have no problem with Snape, in fact, sometimes I like his character and the development he could have. Unfortunately, they got mad at me. They said I had internalized classism. Now, I did keep a comment chain going, when I probably should have ignored it. But this fandom struggles with stuff like this so often. Just because for the majority of my time in the fandom I don’t see Snape in a positive light, doesn’t make me a classist. In other fandoms I’m in, I love the underdogs or minorities. Like, just because I don’t headcanon James as having BPD doesn’t mean I have problems with people who have BPD. Just because I think of Pandora as being thin doesn’t mean I’m fat phobic or hate people who headcanon her that way. Just because I don’t like jily doesn’t mean I’m heterophobic. Just because I like Regulus doesn’t mean I’m a fascist. Please please PLEASE remember that these are strangers on the internet that you don’t know the lives of. Respect people opinions, especially if it doesn’t cause anyone harm. And it’s all a fake fairy world anyway. thank you.

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I need jegulus as Morticia and Gomez Addams.

please.

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I’m very aware that I’ve been MIA for months. Life’s a bitch, that’s all I’ve got for an explanation.

That being said… I’ve an itch to write a modern/muggle au of the black brothers where the Black family is Mormon. Sirius has left the church and stays with the potters, while Regulus (who is closeted ftm trans) is trying to leave. Basically therapy for me as I write about my own experiences. Reg would know he’s trans, and would be talked about as a boy even if he’s misgendered. Endgame Wolfstar and Sunseeker obviously.

Anyway. Just a thought.

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(My first microfic, yay!) October 21: “Hollow” - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - WC: 565 - CW: very brief threat of violence but it’s not taken seriously

Today was rough. It seemed as if everything had gone wrong. 

For starters, James’s alarm hadn’t gone off, so he woke up late. This instantly put him in a bad mood seeing as he had to skip his peaceful morning run. As soon as he was out of bed he was greeted with mindless bickering between Remus and Sirius over Godric-knows-what. His only clean pair of pants was ripped, and his shirt was somehow missing a button. His hair that usually looked messy in the perfect way had gone flat giving his head a weird shape. Okay, a difficult start but breakfast will make it better. 

It did not. 

Not only was breakfast a serving of oatmeal (C’mon! With all the great cooking elves, they were given oatmeal), but almost immediately after he sat down a fourth year spilt juice down his back. James assured the kid that it was okay, even though he seriously considered strangulation. 

He was late to his first class because of a shoelace mishap —no need to get into it— and got a whole mouthful in front of the entire class by Professor Slughorn. Something seemed to happen in every class. Even in his favorite, Transfiguration with Minny, they were given a meaningless pop quiz. 

So, yeah. Today wasn’t one of James’s best. But he still went up to the astronomy tower that night. Once he reached the top of the stairs and spotted those dark curls and searching grey eyes facing towards the stars, his tense shoulders gave way. Just a little. Regulus noticed his presence and turned to him. 

“Hey, Jamie.” A slight pink tint covered his pale cheeks. James couldn’t help the smile that cracked through as he sat next to him on the cold bench.

“Hello there, Love,” James decided to not mention his rubbish day. It would only make Reg worry, and he didn’t want that. Still, Reg was observant. And he knew his boyfriend well. 

“You look like shit.” Regulus said. It wasn’t meant to offend, James could hear the concern laced through his words. 

“Yeah, well…” James ran a hand through his hair. “I kind of feel like it too, in all honesty." Regulus’s eyebrows crinkled in worry. Oh, don’t do that.

“I’m fine, Reg. Really,” All he wanted to do was carry on like the normal routine and leave this blasted day in the past. 

“You don’t have to be, James,” Regulus said, staring a little unnervingly into James’s eyes. The dam broke, then. James just went through the list. The awful list of this awful day. From his alarm, to the stupid oatmeal, to hitting his head on the desk when falling asleep in History of Magic. 

With every complaint, the anger in his chest hollowed out. It left his heart a little numb and throbbing, laying everything in front of him.

He doesn’t know how it happened but he somehow managed to fall against Regulus’s chest with his boyfriend’s hands running through his still flat hair. He was done ranting, but he stayed silent just where he was. Regulus stayed there, too. Running his hand through his hair well into the night. 

When they finally snuck back to their own dorm rooms, James laid in his bed as he remembered the comfort of Reg’s chest. Today was still terrible, but it had some good parts. Tomorrow will hopefully be better. 

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this is mine btw. I just had to change my email address and get a new account🙄

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November 28: “Warm” / jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic / WC: 393

Regulus didn’t ever believe in romance. He’d read books full of it, he’d heard real life stories about it, but none of it seemed real. True love where you would do anything for one person? Not a thing. That helped, Regulus thinks, to not get his hopes up. He wanted to love. But it just couldn’t happen, so why try?

This protection crashed down incredibly hard once his brother, Sirius, and Remus Lupin got together. True love was shoved in his face every time he’d agree to ‘brotherly bonding’. Especially after moving in with Sirius into the Potter’s. And for a few weeks, that’s how Regulus felt. Until: James Fleamont Potter. 

For the past five years of his life, six of you include the year Sirius talked on and on about him, Regulus had ignored the only Potter child. But that summer he moved in. James and Regulus talked in the Potter’s garden, the library, the drawing room, pretty much everywhere. If you asked Regulus when he started falling in love he honestly couldn’t tell you. It just… happened. 

Even after they went back to Hogwarts, they stayed close. The new spot was the Astronomy Tower. They still talked about… anything, pretty much. Quiditch, grades. They talked about deep things, too. James’s perfectionism and Regulus’s family. Usually Regulus stays reserved with such things, but James made him feel open, feel warm.  

One night, Regulus felt brave. He was going to kiss James. No, he wasn’t usually this spontaneous, but he decided he better try. 

They were sitting in the Tower, talking. Just as he’d gathered the right words, James gasped. His hazel eyes glittered and his face broke into a huge grin. 

“I totally forgot! Evans finally agreed to go out with me this weekend! It only took seven years, huh?”  His voice and face made it seem like good news. But Regulus felt like his insides were shriveling. 

The rest of his life felt painful after that. Who knew that one failed thing could ruin everything? Lily and James getting together weirdly affected more than Regulus thought. During holidays, Lily visited. When James moved out, they moved out together. Regulus had to go to their wedding. He never really fell in love. He grew up, focusing on work. He had to watch James live a perfect life. 

He never felt warm again.

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November 27: “Trail” / jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic / WC: 465 / TW: swearing

Regulus was huddled under his blankets, reading with his wand lighting the page. The main character was being quite boring at the moment, and Regulus was getting antsy. Not an hour ago, he’d been stubbornly ignoring Sirius knocking on his door trying to coax him out of his new room. 

He was grateful the Potters took him in after finally being brave enough to leave Grimmauld, and he knew they’d love to have him down for dinner. But he still couldn’t bring himself to sit at the table. Even after three days of staying here. So every night he’d stay in his room and quickly snatch the plate Sirius would leave him outside the door. 

He stared at the page illuminated in front of him. He was done reading for the night, so he shut the book and sat up in bed. He could distantly hear chatter and laughing from downstairs, but he didn’t let himself dwell on it. Getting up from his bed, he creeps into the hallway. He scampers into the bathroom trying not to make a sound. He knows he won’t be in trouble if they hear him, but Sirius would start bothering him. Sometimes that seems worse. 

After finishing up in the bathroom, he plans to run back into his room, but something stops him. All of a sudden, he’s hit with the warm scent of food. Good food. His mouth already started to water. He followed the smell like it was a trail to a treasure chest. Once he reaches the bottom of the steps, he pauses. His senses finally came back to him. He peaks around the corner into the dining room. Fleamont and Euphemia sit on one side of the table, Sirius and James on the other. The older Potters and his brother pay him no mind, but James glances over to him. Regulus freezes and immediately rushes back to his bedroom. He’s just about to cross into the room when Potter speaks. 

“Reg? Haven’t seen you in a while.” His voice is warm and so, so kind. Regulus stops in the hall and turns. James responds with a smile. “Mum made dinner. You should come down. We all miss you.” James says, a slight blush dusting across his freckled cheeks. Regulus’s own face warms. His chest softens and butterflies start to fly inside him. He feels a weird sensation of euphoria coat his skin. He was close to giving in and following James to the table when he finally snapped out of it.

“…no, thank you.” Regulus steps into his room and slams the door shut. He leans his head against it and blows out a deep breath.

Maybe tomorrow he’ll give in. But tonight he had to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him. 

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November 26: “Question” / jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic / WC: 212

“How much do you love me?” James looks up from his phone at the sudden question. Regulus stands halfway through the doorway to their bedroom. He blinks, waiting for his answer. 

“Enough to catch every star in the sky if you asked. Why?” James sits up a bit straighter. A slight blush paints itself onto Regulus’s face. 

“Well… I may have done something.” A slight prick of worry touches James’s chest. 

“Are you alright?” 

He’s just about to answer when a small squeak comes from where he stands. Regulus freezes and abruptly shuts his mouth. James now understands what’s going on. He smiles and walks over to where his boyfriend stands. 

“Love? What was that?” 

Reg sighs in defeat. He holds the small creature in front of his chest. 

“Before you get mad, she was the last one in the litter and no one was buying her because she’s blind in one eye and she looked so sad. I couldn’t leave her there. I went to the store and bought everything we needed so could we please keep her?” The black kitten lets out another squeak. James gingerly scratches in between its ears. 

“Have you named it yet?”

Regulus blinks. His grey eyes dazzle with happiness as he smiles.

“Her name’s Mina.”