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.
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
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
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'
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.
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 ]
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?
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.
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
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
"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
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
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.
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