Just incase you're having a bad day, I want you to know that in some universe Fleamont Potter is probably throwing it back Desi drunk dad style at a jegulus wedding

Happy birthday James Potter!

🎂 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 [𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧] 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✨

Since last year, James (especially the versions from these fics) has helped me understand myself, make sense of life, and manage changes more than I can adequately express. ILY James and thank you to all of these authors 💛

Also, I love all Jameses, but I am partial to desi James bc I am also desi 💌

Fics mentioned:

📖 Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

📖 Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

📖 Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

📖 The Long Game by @lackadaisicallizard

📖 Kill Your Darlings by messermoon

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P. S. Kindly do not come at me for liking Jily. I have been reconnecting with them & I do not find them boring & don't care to hear about it any more than I already have in this fandom. pls and thanks 🥰

Desi James anyone? 👀

i've been in the marauders fandom for so long i genuinely forget that james potter is canonically white💀

This is mostly concerning James but it applies to every character ever:

Ethnicities are not just aesthetics

There is a cultural significance to them

I’ve seen so so many people just make James desi by making him darker, making him eat desi food and making him call Regulus hindi pet names

there is so much more to desi culture than just that

Same with latino James

They just make him darker and speak Spanish

If we’re going to make people darker to be inclusive at least do it well

'kay hear me out:

james would be an airpods guy - because his adhd ass cannot deal with the wires and their mess. needs his music without any interruptions. nevertheless has lost countless pairs or ones while flying with regulus. it became a thing with them for who could find more with reg being a seeker and all.

sirius would be a wired earphones bluethooth guy (the ones that have a neck thingy) because otherwise he would keep losing them. he couldn't deal with wired ones because they would keep getting them tangled and would lose his mind untangling them. he liked the idea of being tethered but not bound.

regulus would be a headphones guy - because blocking the world out and all that. has the best noise cancelation headphones out there that he religious charges each night to ensure he doesn't have to tolerate idiots; unless it's his idiot (he'll only take down his headphones for james).

remus would be a wired headphones guy because he would always forget to charge them. plus untangling them would give him an out to direct his frustration before moony nights. but trust me they are barely hanging on for dear life. one of the buds got chewed out by padfoot and the wire is like exposed at least three different points. remus likes to think if it works it w o r k s despite sirius begging him to get new ones.

Thinking about Harry being multilingual and not realizing he's switching between multiple languages when he's a toddler so it's like all the adults trying to work together to put together the puzzle that makes up his all of his sentences of French from Reg and Sirius, English from everyone, Punjabi from Effie and James, Urdu from Monty and James, and a little bit of Welsh from Remus

Eventually they all accidentally become multilingual thanks to Harry

Noooo omg what if Lily is fluent in all of them so they just like send her voice recordings of Harry speaking when she's not there like "please help us our love our light our lily love 😭😭"

james potter (he definitely has eaten cement accidentally)

Harry knows a lot of languages, in theory, but he’s only fluent in English like;

He can completely understands Punjabi because that’s the Potters’ native language but he can’t quite grasp speaking it. He picks up French terms of endearments/cuss words from Regulus and Sirius. He knows welsh cuss words as well as philosophical translations because of Remus. He can playfully imitate Italian pick up lines because of Barty. He knows to hide when he hears Swahili because Dorcas only reverts back to it when she’s completely pissed at someone. But everyone around him speaks English the majority of the time, so that’s what he speaks.

Then he gets to Hogwarts and meets Draco Malfoy who can hold a conversation in just about any language someone speaks to him in and fuck, Harry never thought that French was romantic. He’s never seen Punjabi as alluring before. He didn’t consider Italian as attractive.

He spends the summer begging members of his family to teach him more of their languages so he can go back and prove to Draco that he is stupid in more than one language.

Marauders aesthetic if they were desi

James Potter

"The Soldier, the Scholar, the King & the Witch"

Dimensions: 7cm length, 5cm width. (Teeny tiny paintings)

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans

Taglist: @thevagabondexpress @chaosandtwo @faithfromanewperspective @quantummeep @lesbocrocker @caterpillarinacave @tleeaves @fangirlghost-19

James didn’t have many friends as a child because he didn’t speak English until he was eight and his parents were worried he wouldn’t fit in at Muggle primary school OR in the pure blood social scene. James and Peter met when Peter’s father started working for Fleamont a few years before they started at Hogwarts. Peter taught James all the English swear words and James taught Peter all the Hindi ones. Part of the reason James never suspected Peter is that they were both each other’s first friendship.

REMUS LUPIN DAY

REMUS LUPIN DAY

REMUS LUPIN DAY

REMUS LUPIN DAY

REMUS LUPIN DAY

(celebrate the sarcastic ones in your life, eat lots of chocolate and post all about moony !!)

year - @jegulus-microfic - april 17th

"C'mon Regulus!" James yelled after him, as Regulus –once again– stood up to leave.

James rushed to stand up and follow him, nearly stumbling over his feet in his eagerness. "Just one date, I promise." he said, earnestly, like he actually meant it.

He probably did too.

The problem was not that Regulus didn't want to go on a date with James, or that he didn't like James.

He did.

He really did. But he liked being chased and desired more.

He sped up his pace, purposefully leaving James behind him until he found an empty corridor.

Turning across the corner into the corridor, he waited, and sure enough, there came James.

The moment his eyes landed on Regulus, he saw James' eyes light up and soften at the same time, as the same smile that always found its way on his face when Regulus was near, materialised.

"It's the year of love, Reg, everyone's getting together. Please." James begged, nearly pouting.

Regulus repeated exactly what he's been repeating for the past 8 months.

"No, Potter"

Though this time, Regulus felt something shift, as though somethinh changed.

He watched as the small smile vanished and was replaced by something more melancholy. Still a smile, but tinged with sadness around the edges.

"I won't ask again, Regulus. Just– please, just one" James said, practically whispering, staring into Regulus' eyes with big, round, sad, brown eyes.

Regulus immediately felt panic shoot through him. No.

No no no.

Regulus wanted to go one a date with James, he just.

He's been having a hard time vocalizing his feelings since... well, ever since he came out of the womb, basically.

Taking his prolonged silence for a 'no', James issued a small nod in his direction and turned, shoulders slumped.

Before he could leave, Regulus caught James' wrist in his hand, stopping him.

"I won't ever step foot into Madam Puddifut's" he said, with an air of indifference though inside he could feel his heart thundering.

James turned towards him and– ah. There it was.

A smile so bright, it would blind you of your worries and such light radiating from the eyes.

It's the same light he fell in love with.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

marauders aesthetic: dark academia

sirius: chin length silky hair in a shag cut. fingers stained with motor oil and black ink. drives everyone crazy with the bold black eyeliner he gets marlene to teach him. twirls his wand and quills between his fingers. old leather jackets thrown over messily buttoned shirts. tie hanging untied around his neck. reads any book he can get his hands on. always has a peppermint on his person. if you're close enough to get a sniff, he smells of damp grass, leather, parchment and mint. chess comes as easy as breathing to him. can't sleep at night, so he climbs out the window and sits on the top of gryffindor tower to stare at the stars. french is his first language, and he speaks italian, greek and latin. only has to study occasionally for herbology. a properly made macchiato, always. half smirks and cocky grins, and grey eyes that spark with mischief. cruel streak a mile wide, so he hates getting angry. a little bit of a slob (it drives james mad). won the under 19 europe duelling tournament at age fourteen. god tier poker face. climbs into james' bed after particularly terrifying nightmares. hums french songs to him to calm himself down. david bowie, led zeppelin, ac/dc, sex pistols. immense raw power that sizzles under his skin and smells like lightning storms. his magic is visible in his veins when he gets emotional. silver eyes, sharp glare, wicked words, even crueler spells. mastermind behind more than half of their pranks. when he laughs, he sounds like the pureblood he is; all refined and perfect. at six feet four inches, he's the tallest of the marauders. loves giving james shit for being shorter than him. plays the violin, and composes sometimes. it reminds him of the nights he locked himself and regulus into the music room at home and played till his fingers bled. perfect waltz, perfect posture, perfect table manners and perfect posh accent.

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remus: curly golden brown hair in messy undercuts, lanky body and lean muscles. five foot nine inches and hates it. leaves when a person lights up a cigarette; says the smell is overwhelming on his senses. always has a cup of black coffee with him, but never drinks it. comfy jumpers, pressed trousers, perfect uniform, prefect badge pinned to the front. piercings— tongue, ears, nose and lip. charms the tongue piercing to taste like chocolate. hates reading, but does read a few of the books that james recommends. will never give up a chance to sleep in. polite smiles and genial nods in the presence of teachers, quirked eyebrows and infuriating smirks otherwise— he's a two faced little bitch and he's proud of it. doesn't get angry, but does get annoyed. hates confrontation, and will get out of one as fast as possible. sharp wit, sharper tongue. dry, sarcastic remarks under his breath that make peter cry with laughter. a human heater. fingers stained with blue ink and chocolate smudges. if he's not with the marauders, he's either sleeping or studying in the library. best at defence against the dark arts, but still not as good as sirius and james. speaks welsh, scots gaelic and old english. learns french and latin from sirius. a complete, utter mess; everything from his school satchel to his wardrobe to his bed is chaos (james despairs over his habits). absolutely loathes history of magic and potions. favourite subject is care of magical creatures, mostly due to the chaos that professor kettleburn causes. elton john, cher, tchaïkovsky. cannot play any musical instrument, but loves it when sirius and james duet together. smells like chocolate, cinnamon, and honey. owns a diary, and gets called a girl for it by peter. has chronic joint pain that is aggravated by the scotland weather. difficult relationships with his parents, but he still loves them and they love him back.

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james: messy curls long enough to be tucked behind his ears. the only one who can beat sirius at chess. had an indian accent the first three years of hogwarts. plays the piano to calm himself. six foot one inch and hates it because sirius keeps giving him shit. fingers stained with charcoal, graphite, and alta dye applied for bharatanatyam. always moving, can never sit still unless he's reading or sketching. kajal lining brown eyes and dotted behind his ear for good luck. bright smiles and fondly exasperated shakes of his head. mother hen because "none of these idiots can be trusted to look after themselves". brown skin that just gets darker from quidditch practice in the sun. reads literally anything he can get his hands on, genre does not matter. dozens of journals filled with detailed sketches of anything and everything that catches his eye (a couple of journals are dedicated solely to green eyes. a couple more are filled with sketches of sirius). outstanding at transfiguration and arithmancy. never has to study (it drives peter to apoplexy). does not get offended or angered easily, but will go off on anyone who insults his friends. fits into any clique— jock, nerd, theatre kid, musicians, you name it. hopeless romantic. hates messes, always nagging his friends to clean up after themselves. chai, always. unapologetic mama's boy. proud of his indian lineage. rises before the sun does. always has cold fingers, and steals sirius' jackets. burrows into sirius' hugs for warmth. long, scalding hot baths. mother tongue is marathi. speaks hindi, urdu, french, latin, tamil, greek and sanskrit. loves every subject except history of magic. listens to any genre of music as long as it sounds good. loves balls and galas because he gets to dress up and dance. always has some sort of indian confectionary on him— barfi, laddoo, maisurpak, gulab jamun. it adds a sugary layer to his chandan perfume.

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peter: buzz cut, but wants to grow it out. steals james' books and never reads them. smells of earth and a woody perfume his mother got for him in fourth year. can't play chess for shit, but is better than remus at gobstones. his bed and closet are well maintained and always neat. laughs a lot (it sounds squeaky), and his eyes twinkle when he smiles. best at herbology and care or magical creatures, but he hates the latter. a sarcastic twerp and a sneaky little shit. has the normal sense of humour— the other three boys thrive off of dark jokes. absolutely loathes studying, but needs to do it, so he does (while grumbling good naturedly about sirius and james not needing to). whistles when he walks the corridors of hogwarts, with his hands in his pockets. loves the waltz, and always has a record playing at low volume whenever possible. atrocious sense of style/fashion, and gets heckled by sirius and james for it. has notebooks upon notebooks filled with little doodles that are surprisingly good. always listens when sirius or james play the violin or piano, and sometimes drags remus into a waltz to make everyone laugh. claims to be annoyed by james' mother henning, but everyone knows he adores it. friends with a lot of the younger students, and always has liquorice or lozenges on him to give to them. cat person, terrified of mcgonagall. he loves watching james perform bharatanatyam, and asked for lessons in fourth year. he gave up within a month, saying he would stick to waltzing, thank you very much. always, always, has a granola bar filled with nuts somewhere in his pockets. does not understand why mint chocolate is a thing, and absolutely refuses to eat anything that has mint in it. steals james' confectionary and gets tackled for it. will eat ice-cream no matter the season, even if he has a cold.