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kthaios · 2 hours
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hey guys i am in the process of moving, getting settled into a new job and seeking proper medical attention for rising neurological and cardiac symptoms that have been fucking me over 💗
i’ll be moved by the fifteenth if all goes well and i should have everything running smoothly by then unless life continued to use me as its personal punching bag.
with love, you’re truly. kthaios.
[ reposting on my other accounts this just makes it more simple for me. ]
sincerely, a lazy fuck.
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kthaios · 25 days
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if everyone’s straight in canon everyone can be gay in fanon
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kthaios · 1 month
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what is Regulus Blacks Animagus form? :)
(my favorite debate)
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kthaios · 1 month
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it breaks my heart.
Me, tearfully deleting a line of dialogue I really liked: he wouldn't fucking say that
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kthaios · 1 month
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i have never seen spiderman and james potter in the same room, at the same time. and i just want you guys to know- it is no coincidence.
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kthaios · 1 month
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morticia and gomez
make me think of Regulus & James
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kthaios · 1 month
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Laconic
(adj.) Saying much in few words
or, James has a bad day and Regulus holds a gentle love for solar eclipses.
little jegulus fluff bit <3
James was the constant spark, the unwavering flame that kept spirits high and smiles wide. Always the one to light up the room, his laughter and energy were infectious, a source of boundless joy and encouragement for all his friends.
Even the brightest stars can be shadowed, and today, his light dimmed under the weight of the world.
James's arrival home was nothing above disarray, keys clattering into the dish with a careless clink, shoes skidding across the floor in haphazard arcs. He knew Regulus would have words about the mess later, but that concern was a distant murmur against the backdrop of his fatigue.
The living room light, a soft beacon in the dimness, drew him forward.
There, the day's tension began to dissolve at the sight of Regulus, an oasis of calm on the sofa, the soft light framing him like a scene from a dream, a book— his silent companion. At the sound of James's approach his eyes lifted, locking with James's, his fingers pressing a silent bookmark into the pages. The slight furrow of his brow gave way to a tender gesture, a pat on the warm blanket beside him— an unspoken beckoning. An invitation to melt into the comfort that is Regulus's embrace, to let the day's weight lift and be replaced by the sanctuary that is the man he loves.
James felt his world inexorably drawn to Regulus, his very being orbiting around him as if he were the steadfast star anchoring his universe. Overcome with a fatigue that his warmth could soothe, he surrendered to the comfort, allowing himself to collapse into the other man, he burrowed deep, seeking solace in the comfort of their warm bodies pressed against each other.
In the quiet sanctuary of their shared space, James's voice was barely above a whisper, each word heavy with weariness. "I've been such a mess today," he admitted, his heart aching with the admission. "All day, it's been like I've been walking through a storm inside my head. I wasn't myself—I was snappy, and just... drained." He paused, his breath hitching as he fought back the tide of emotions. "I'm supposed to be the bright one, aren't I? But today was just- so dark, and I'm sorry if I was a nightmare to deal with." He chokes, burying his face in Regulus's chest, his body shook with a quiet sob. Regulus’ book, a forgotten sentinel, thudded softly onto the cushion beside them.
With a tender grace, Regulus set aside his world of words and pulled James closer. His hands, usually reserved and still, came to life, tracing patterns of comfort down James's spine, fingers threading through his hair with a comforting rhythm.
The affection and love flowed through each touch, a silent symphony that drowned out the noise of the world.
Regulus, often shrouded in his own storm, had a gentle current running beneath his surface. With James, his barriers fell away, allowing him to be the sanctuary he was often too afraid to show others.
James's arms tightened, pulling Regulus closer, still— there was a desperation in the way James sought closeness, an unspoken need to be nearer, as if even the air between them was too much distance.
In the quiet of their shared space, Regulus spoke, his voice a soft whisper against the chaos of James's thoughts. "I love solar eclipses," he murmured, "They remind us that even the sun can pause, can be overshadowed, and yet it remains breathtaking. Your darkness, James, doesn't dull your brilliance—it only adds to your perfection."
In that moment, with Regulus's words wrapping around him like a warm blanket, James felt seen. Not for his perpetual shine, but for the complexity and depth of his darkest days. And in Regulus's arms, he found the strength to face the night, knowing the dawn would be all the more beautiful for it.
In this moment, they were a singular entity, breathing in tandem, hearts beating a quiet duet. The world outside faded to a distant whisper, leaving only the sanctuary they found in each other's presence.
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p.s. i wrote this at 3am, unplanned, show mercy (3
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kthaios · 1 month
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“The devil is real.
He’s not a little red man with horns and a tail.
He can be beautiful,
Cause he is a fallen angel-
and he use to be Gods favorite.”
this makes me think of Frabastan, Frank and Rabastan Lestrange.
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kthaios · 1 month
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i hc fleamont as latino and euphemia as desi/south asian
insert trilingual james <3
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kthaios · 1 month
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All three generations 🤍
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kthaios · 1 month
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hyacinthus and apollo as nobleflower.
icarus and helios as sunseeker.
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kthaios · 2 months
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Fleamont and Euphemia.
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kthaios · 2 months
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any other writers/worldbuilders put their whole being into building a fantastic world just to realize you aren’t the person to bring the story to life?
it is bittersweet watching someone else show people a world you created xo
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kthaios · 2 months
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post for top of my profiles!
hello i am rot/slob/floodedhesitation
my accounts are :
@slobstation where i am documenting my progress in writing a Marauders Era X Percy Jackson AU
@floodedhesitation which is my main account i intend to use for 100% decided decisions on fics, while the other ones are for brainstorms, shitposts and undecided thoughts.
@eucalyptusbrainrot is any/all marauder thoughts, some random AU thoughts i have for other people to use.
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kthaios · 2 months
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does anyone else find people working -- poring over texts, focused, eyes locked, brains turning, passionate, dedicated -- incredibly attractive?
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kthaios · 2 months
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seeing others fall in love is so lovely
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kthaios · 2 months
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there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look
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