[arliedraws]

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Art Tag: spoiler! It's mostly Sirius.

Fic Tag: there are some drabbles and lil ficlets here that don't make it to AO3!

AO3: it’s also mostly Sirius, whump, godfatherly stuff, and Slytherin!Sirius Black

Slytherin Sirius Black tag

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[arliedraws]

Less philosophically relevant but Voldemort should give Harry a giant ass hickey just to really rub it in Sirius's face I think

Hmm yes, probably.

Sirius demands to know where Harry got it, and Harry's like, "Uh, bee sting."

And Voldemort's just fuckin smirking behind him like an asshole.

[arliedraws]

I need you to know how hard you've grabbed my brain with this idea ok

Anyway I'm losing my mind bc there are IMPLICATIONS. Like first of all Harry is quick to forgive but NOT quick to trust so to be defending Voldemort so vehemently means that Voldemorts already gotta have put his whole fuckin back into making it seem to Harry (and to everyone else) that he both DID lose his memories AND that losing his memories means that he will not harbor inclinations to make the same mistakes he did the first time. (What I'm saying is he's probably "apologized" to Harry for various things fifty million times, among other things lmaoo.) HOWEVER if Sirius had believed it and then suddenly did not this would raise alarm bells for Harry which also means that Voldemort has been making the ruse clear to Sirius literally from day one. All of this leads to the conclusion that at the very start of all this bullshit, which is likely a couple years underway if we're at 'willing to have sex with the guy who still looks exactly like the guy who did a whole bunch of heinous shit to me and my loved ones' territory, Voldemort surveyed the entire situation, went "this is my best bet" and then saw Sirius and went "lmao stooge" and picked him as the one person to torment with the truth purely for his own future amusement in the coming years. And that's batshit insane and I love it.

Okay and Voldemort sowing distrust between Sirius and Harry, and trying to get Harry to turn on Sirius.

I think Voldemort's magic is probably locked away (or something) by Official Ministry Means (or something), and Voldemort, upon waking up from a coma or whatever, was immediately like, "Gotta play dumb here." I think he gets the idea to manipulate Harry in particular because he remembered Harry urging him to try for some remorse and feels like Harry's bleeding heart can be exploited. Aaaand he's not entirely wrong...

Not saying that Harry falls for it right away, and you're right--it probably takes YEARS for them to get Down And Dirty. But Harry really does believe in doing the right thing even when it bites him in the ass (or fucks him in the ass??).

Anyway, thank you. Someone other than me should write this.

[arliedraws]

Tormenting Sirius Black is a popular pastime.

Or, everyone lives but no one is happy…except Voldemort.

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[padfootandmoonyinsidetree]

Depressed Sirius Black always will have my heart

[arliedraws]

What do you think Sirius's reaction would be to seeing Hagrid carrying Harry's dead body? I can imagine him absolutely losing it.

He goes completely murderous godfather mode. No survivors.

I think I've said it before, though, but imagine Sirius being the one who has to carry Harry's "dead body".

(SOMEONE WROTE THIS AS A FIC AND I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO, BUT IT WAS VERY SAD.)

[arliedraws]

Dad Sirius combined with tomarrymort? Just imagine Sirius's reaction to Harry bringing home his evil homicidal boyfriend.

- @arcturus-night-star

Omg

ALSO. This just gave me a fic idea! AU comedy/horror crack!fic in which Sirius did not die in OotP (or comes back, idk) and Voldemort, instead of dying, "loses all of his memories."

Harry, being the one who thinks that Voldemort is capable of emotional rehabilitation, takes it upon himself to help Voldemort. It Gets Weird and sexual. And while everyone seems to believe that Voldemort is getting better with Harry's help, Sirius doesn't think so. Anyway, Voldemort knows that Sirius knows that Voldemort still has all of his memories, and he keeps taunting Sirius about it with like, very evil smirks behind Harry's back and weird, suggestive comments. It drives Sirius completely mad.

Basically, the fic would be Sirius trying to prove Voldemort is still Voldemort, and Voldemort tormenting Sirius and also trying to kill Sirius while avoiding suspicion. And of course, Voldemort is fucking Harry who most certainly denies that Voldemort is fucking him, even though Voldemort makes it very clear to Sirius that the Boy-Who-Lived is very much the Boy-Who-Is-Getting-Fucked-By-Voldemort.

[arliedraws]

What do you think about the black brothers?? Drawn them anytime? I'm kinda obsessed with fucked up family dynamics and I looove them. Any headcanon or thoughts?

Uhhhhhhhhhh.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Well…the Tomarry stuff is rather new for me, but Sirius Black is The Character. Blorbo #1. Just search “Sirius Black” on my lil ol’ blog here and you’ll think, “Oh wow! This person has a problem and should think about Sirius Black a little less!”

I have written several metas on their relationship, but I can let you go explore on your own (mostly because I don’t have the energy to do that right now).

[arliedraws]

[tedwardremus]

The street was ordinary, the sort of street where nothing interesting ever happened. Privet Drive sat in neat rows of identical houses with polished windows, trimmed hedges, and spotless driveways. But Harry stood at his bedroom window watching it with fierce anticipation, tapping excitedly against the glass and bouncing on the balls of his feet.

So far, the most exciting thing to happen all morning was a bird landing in the neighbor’s tree.

The Dursleys were leaving for a long weekend at the seaside with the family of one of Uncle Vernon’s colleagues, and as always, Harry had been informed he was not invited on the family holiday.

Which were Harry’s favorite words in the world to hear. Because whenever the Dursleys went away on their wonderful trips and weekends, Harry got to leave Privet Drive, too.

Harry pressed closer to the clean windowpane. Outside, Uncle Vernon was stuffing suitcases into the car while Dudley wailed about wanting to bring more toys and complained that there wasn’t enough room for another suitcase.

Then Harry heard it.

A crack echoed down the street.

Harry spun around and bolted downstairs.

“He’s here!” he shouted, skidding into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was watering her houseplants.

“Don’t run in the house!” she snapped. “You’ll break something!”

Uncle Vernon stomped into the kitchen behind her. “The car’s all packed. I told you, Petunia, the boot is perfectly suited for all our luggage. High-quality engineering.”

“Uncle Vernon, Sirius is here! You don’t have to worry about traffic anymore, he’s right on time!”

Uncle Vernon checked his watch with a grunt. “Did he? Of course. Unemployed layabout.”

Harry frowned. “Sirius has a job. He works for the bank.”

“Of course he’s unemployed,” Vernon said loudly. “That’s why you live here eating my food and living off my hard-earned salary, you ungrateful—”

“Really, Vernon?”

The kitchen fell silent.

Harry turned and saw Sirius leaning casually in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, dark hair falling into his eyes.

“Well then,” Sirius continued lightly, “I’d love to know what happens to the monthly stipend I send for Harry’s care.”

“Sirius!” Harry shouted.

He ran straight at his godfather, and Sirius knelt to hug him tightly.

“You packed?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded eagerly.

“Brilliant.”

With an easy flick of his wand, Sirius summoned Harry’s backpack from upstairs. It shot down the staircase and into his waiting hand.

“I told you,” Uncle Vernon sputtered, his face turning purple, “not to do that dangerous, ridiculous nonsense in my house!”

Sirius straightened slowly. He was much taller than Vernon, and Vernon instinctively took a step backward as Sirius approached.

“My apologies, Vernon,” Sirius said smoothly, slipping his wand into his pocket. “I’ll try not to terrify you with magic an eleven-year-old can manage.”

Vernon opened and closed his mouth a few times before muttering, “Right. Well. No time to waste. We’ve got a drive ahead of us.”

Sirius turned to Aunt Petunia. “I’ll bring Harry back Sunday evening.”

Petunia gave a stiff nod and a sharp sniff but didn’t say a word.

Then Sirius took Harry’s hand, and together they walked down Privet Drive. Somehow the street already seemed brighter, more alive, simply because Harry was leaving it behind.

“Do I have to come back?” Harry asked quietly after a moment. “I want to live with you.”

Sirius squeezed his hand gently and smiled down at him.

“Just wait until you’re seventeen.”

“That’s ages away!”

“Only ten years,” Sirius said lightly. “And you’ll spend most of them at Hogwarts. Trust me, once you get there, you’ll barely think about Privet Drive at all.”

Harry sighed. There was no point arguing. Sirius always gave the same answer. Harry had to stay with the Dursleys, and Sirius would always be there whenever he needed him.

Still, Harry knew he was lucky. Lots of people didn’t have anyone at all. Harry had Sirius, and Harry knew—without a doubt—that Sirius loved him.

“Can we fly our brooms this weekend?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Of course. And we’ll go to the bookshop and get ice cream in Diagon Alley too.”

Harry’s face broke into a grin so wide it almost hurt.

He was going to have the best weekend ever.

[arliedraws]

still on my tomarry bullshit

[arliedraws]

Literally don't understand how other overweight people don't have acid reflux. How are you doing this.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

there are fanfic writers who are: "I want to write about this prompt but other people have already done it before, unfortunately. I would have loved to write it 😢"

and then there's me who unapologetically writes about the same prompt, same trope (that has absolutely been written by other people before), same ship — in slightly different ways, at least 200 times in across 200 different fics of mine.

[valtsv]

getting into something that none of your mutuals care about is one of the bravest things you can do

[sydrichie]

[arliedraws]

Every time I try to convince people not to use AI: Look, I'm not completely against AI (lying)