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20+ || enneagram 4 || they/them || i love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest

[inkpot-winters]

“Well, I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn’t something that just happens to a person.”

“I think the poets might disagree.”

“Are you a poet, James Potter?”

“When I look at you, I become one, Regulus Black.”

or; the one in which sirius is jo march, james is laurie, and regulus is amy

fic: engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn) by inkpot_winters on ao3

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

i’m sorry but no unholy force on this godforsaken planet could EVER convince me that matthias is taller than jesper. jesper is 6’5. matthias is 6’2 AT BEST.

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

i see you guys and i love you guys however,, basically every time jesper is brought up his height is mentioned and referred to as very very tall and like i know people who are like 6’3 and when you look at them its always like “oh wow you’re tall” but i have a friend who’s 6’5 and when you look at him it’s like “holy fuck they just let people get that tall?” and that sounds more like people’s reactions to jesper

[inkpot-winters]

my theory is that they are actually more or less the same height but matthias is more built and stocky and balances out the height with his muscles, whereas jesper is more of a lanky build and therefore gets perceived as taller because he gives beanpole

[azrielsshadows42]

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

i don’t want flowers i want to be youthfully felt cause god i’ve never felt young

[last-honey]

in 2025 let’s bring back being enthusiastic on ao3. leave a comment on every chapter. leave kudos and, if necessary, leave “double kudos” in the comments. tags and notes on bookmarks. the whole nine yards. let’s show fanfic authors how much we love them.

[inkpot-winters]

Many moons later, James would still reminisce the first time he laid eyes on the captain of the Cassandra. He’s beautiful, face angular and brows dark, slender and poised. Every part of him screams dangerous, from the way his boots tread lightly across the wooden deck to the hand that rests upon the hilt of a silver sword, and his voice just as sharp. Yet his eyes are soft; sleepy, almost. Regulus Black has the eyes of a poet, and James wishes he were one, if only to adequately put into words everything that Regulus is.

What he isn’t, though, is friendly towards strangers.

“Who the fuck are you?”

[ between two lungs (it was released) by inkpot_winters on ao3 out now ]

[inkpot-winters]

did i just drop the first chapter of my pirate regulus x prince james au out of absolutely nowhere at 1am after abandoning it for a year and it remaining completely unfinished?

yes

[inkpot-winters]

[inkpot-winters]

between two lungs (it was released) out now!

[ilguna]

now that the hunger games is once again getting popular, it’s all over my fyp on tiktok.

i literally hate the “we’re the capitol” and “suzanne only writes when she has something to say” and “we shouldn’t be getting another hunger games book” blah blah blah

just shut up and enjoy the series. my god. you’re not “part of the capitol” for wanting another BOOK in a POPULAR book series. it’s the hunger games. it’s a fascinating dystopian society. you’re allowed to be curious on how it works. and other POV’s of how other characters perceive it and their personal experiences.

and the suzanne thing is fucking stupid too. she’s allowed to write regardless of “having something to say”. that’s not required. she can have ideas later on down the line and add onto her series. esp now that her original audience has gotten older and matured enough to see the real horror that’s IN that original dystopian trilogy. we can now handle other perspectives like Coriolanus, and enjoy the way he thinks without boiling it all down to “i hate him because he’s the obviously the bad guy”

i feel like people need to enjoy things and stop being so english teacher mode. relax.

also PS. this is not to say that you can’t read into things but you have to remember it’s not that serious. it’s REALLY not that serious.

[inkpot-winters]

Barty draws his attention away. “Did you also find Regulus really hot when he threatened your life?”

James chokes on his soup.

Marlene, who had been otherwise silent till this point, grimaces but doesn’t seem particularly surprised. “Ew.”

“Mars you just don’t get it because you’re the only person on board who isn’t into men. Reg is hot when he threatens people.”

“You-” James interjects in between coughs, the redness of his face at least being masked by the choking fit. “You’re just going to assume that I’m into men?”

“Yeah well, you obviously enjoyed being on your knees in front of Captain so…”

“What do you mean?!”

fic: between two lungs [unreleased] by inkpot_winters || AO3

[neptunesdesire]

Details: The Backwater, Charles William Wyllie

[inkpot-winters]

i'm so bad at happy bonding moments guyssss the angsty dramatic scenes don't work unless they've established a bond and start to fall in love but i'm so bad at fluff this is killing me

[inkpot-winters]

[inkpot-winters]

Masterlist

engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn)

ᡣ𐭩 jegulus ᡣ𐭩 wolfstar ᡣ𐭩 little women 2019 ᡣ𐭩

"Well, I believe we have some power over who we love, it isn't something that just happens to a person."

"I think the poets might disagree."

"Are you a poet, James Potter?"

"When I look at you, I become one, Regulus Black."

or; the one in which sirius is jo march, james is laurie, and regulus is amy

status ;; complete

between two lungs (it was released)

ᡣ𐭩 jegulus ᡣ𐭩 pirate & prince au ᡣ𐭩

Many moons later, James would still reminisce the first time he laid eyes on the captain of the Cassandra. He’s beautiful, face angular and brows dark, slender and poised. Every part of him screams dangerous, from the way his boots tread lightly across the wooden deck to the hand that rests upon the hilt of a silver sword, and his voice just as sharp. Yet his eyes are soft; sleepy, almost. Regulus Black has the eyes of a poet, and James wishes he were one, if only to adequately put into words everything that Regulus is.

What he isn’t, though, is friendly towards strangers.

“Who the fuck are you?”

or; the one in which prince james finds himself aboard a pirate vessel

status ;; under construction

[inkpot-winters]

a hozier song each for the shadow and bone characters *this is based off of the netflix series versions of the characters

Alina Starkov - Sunlight All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that's born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Aleksander Morozova - From Eden Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Malyen Oretsev - Jackie and Wilson Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside We'd sit back and watch the world go by

Nikolai Lantsov - Take Me To Church If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice

Genya Safin - To Be Alone All I've ever done is hide From our times, when you're near me Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes I feel like a person for a moment of my life

Nina Zenik - Nina Cried Power It's not the wall, but what's behind it Oh, the fear of fellow men is near assignment And everything that we're denied By keepin' the divide It's not the wakin', it's the risin'

Matthias Helvar - Foreigner's God Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty parts of me But still my heart is heavy With the hate of some other man's beliefs

Kaz Brekker - Eat Your Young I wanna race you to the table If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone I won't lie if there's somethin' to be gained There's money to be made, whatever's still to come

Inej Ghafa - Cherry Wine Her fight and fury's fiery Oh, but she looks Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

Jesper Fahey - Would That I With each love I cut loose, I was never the same Watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame I was fixed on your hand of gold Layin' waste to my lovin' long ago

Wylan Van Eek - Someone New There's an art to life's distraction To somehow escape the burning wait, the art of scraping through Some like to imagine The dark caress of someone else; I guess any thrill will do

[inkpot-winters]

pirate regulus and prince james ff coming soon…

Regulus Black has the eyes of a poet, and James wishes he were one, if only to adequately put into words everything that Regulus is.

What he isn’t, though, is friendly towards strangers.

“Who the fuck are you?”

James must have taken too long to answer, because all at once there’s a hand tangled in his hair forcing his gaze heavenward and a dagger at his throat.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Uhhh,” goodness, he’s making a fool out of himself in front of the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on. “I’m James.”

Sadly it seems the beautiful boy doesn’t like the name James. Handsome brows knit together in an expressive scowl, and his neck stings. Oh yes, the knife.

“I’ll give you one more chance to keep my boots clean of your blood. You were kept for a reason, so tell me, how do I profit by not killing you?”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, James realises he should probably start prioritising keeping himself alive.

[inkpot-winters]

can’t stop thinking about how regulus coded this song is, why is no one talking about it.

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me

simultaneously about loving james but also loving sirius? how they both outshine him with their grand gryffindor airs and fighting on the side of light while he remains in the shadows? the literal sun imagery for james?

Tell me once again

I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me

in abandoning his duties as the black heir, the moment sirius left he leaves regulus with no choice but to become the new heir. the infinite possibilities of how to live his life suddenly turning into one path. a path that regulus chose not to walk to the end, but costing him his life to do so.

Name your courage now

We could have had anything, anything else

Instead you hoarded all that's left of me

—

All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead I made a bed with apathy

how does this not scream jegulus angst? this song feels like a cry in the dark, mourning what could have been with james and what used to be with sirius. i need this song to be added to the jegulus canon