blackstarkink

30s she/her, hp/marauders fandom (mainly blackcest), fan art and occasional fics, wg/feeding/intox kinks, MDNI blackstarkink on ao3 & insta

[blackstarkink]

may in pictures

Thanks for the tag @zoemillinwrites ! Here are my few May pics not including kids. (Except their hands. Whoops.)

Unfortunately I wasn’t on holiday in Amsterdam, just had a quick wander around when my flight was unexpectedly rescheduled.

No pressure tagging @diamondmeadow @thistlecatfics @danquill @chubbyregulus

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[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[grungehaz]

[sunny-therapy]

[ancientforgcd]

[blackstarkink]

@diamondmeadow @thistlecatfics ❤️❤️❤️

[neverenoughmarauders]

The thing we need to understand about Sirius is that his betrayal is worse than just choosing not to continue with the Black ways. He's the one who's meant to put the family back on the map. It's clear that the Black family is not as grand as it used to be, and Sirius, the eldest son, handsome and intelligent, would have been expected to be the one to turn it around. Instead, he (rightfully) abandons them. We know Walburga cries when Sirius leaves, and while that can be because she does care about him, it can also be because Sirius leaving means confronting the continued decline of the Black family.

[neverenoughmarauders]

On this topic, let's talk about Regulus. While I don't think Sirius ought to have taken Regulus with him (why would he? Regulus agreed with the family and wouldn't have wanted to leave), nor do I think he's accountable for his brother's mistakes, it's possible that Regulus, believing everything his parents do, will have felt the disappointment of Sirius leaving keenly. Wanting to step into Sirius' shoes, he might have taken the drastic measure of signing up as a DE to ensure the Blacks take their 'rightful' place in society.

[goldenlionprince]

You're absolutely right and seeing Sirius leaving from the Blacks POV is so interesting.

The Black family name is slowly dying out. And while Druella and Cygnus had three girls, Walburga did her duty to the family with two boys. Two people who will continue the family main line into the next generation.

They will make good matches eventually and hopefully have sons of their own (2 or 3 each) and the family tree can grow again.

Her oldest is powerful and clever and charming (he's absolutely her pride and joy, even if she expects perfection of both of them). He'll go far. Everyone will see what has always been true: why their name is so good, they are basically royalty.

And then Sirius goes and turns his back on them. And Alphard ends up giving him money, preventing him from possibly eventually coming back to them when he sees life out there outside of the family is hard.

Regulus joining the DE might even be a desperate attempt to get his parents to finally see him, and see him as the better of the two all along. He at least has conviction to the right ideas!

And then it all comes crashing down and the name Black dies out, even if it all looked to hopeful at one point. No wonder Walburga got a bit insane in the end.

[thewardenisonthecase]

storytelling wise. we need more marriage as horror

[fakesorbet]

being a slow fandom artist feels like this

Please wait for me . Art for the topic we all moved on from is not too far

[blackcestfest]

Title: magpie beauty Author: @swoontodeath Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black Rating: M Wordcount: 2k Significant warnings or tags: eating disorder, weight gain, anorexia (implied), referenced childhood abuse  Summary:

Sirius gains weight. Regulus notices. 

Link to work on AO3 

[bpdpoc]

I’m a social vampire u gotta invite me into ur conversation or I cannot enter

[thistlecatfics]

if you want spotless, i'll always lose (Sirius/Remus, WIP, M)

Sirius knew starting an affair with his brother’s boyfriend would end terribly, but he underestimated just how hard rock bottom would hit. He also underestimated just how much sobriety could offer him. Then, decades later, he and Remus try again.

part 6 of the never craved attention extended universe (and a sequel specifically to I'm a self-destructive landslide if you want to be the hill)

I've promised so many commenters that Sirius would get a sequel where he gets sober, and here it is!

Thank you specifically to @bloodonthetracks93 for leaving such lovely comments this week and inspiring me to just start posting the sequel. Thank you as always to @blackstarkink and @diamondmeadow as roleplay partners in this story.

warnings/tags for this chapter include: alcoholism, detox, infidelity, suicidal thoughts, good friend james potter

title is from Zach Bryan ft The Lumineers' 'Spotless' (a great artist for all my self-destructive muggle AU Siriuses)

[sweetheart-cherie]

Chubby Langdon being very aware of of how his scrub top is fitting at lunch

Right where you should be

TW for reverse medical fatphobia? (generic fatphobia from a patient to a doctor) and internalized fatphobia; tbh this really is more of a chubby!Frank character study than a kink piece but the troubles (a cold) persist and so do I (girl) (I wrote this and forgot you said lunch so just!! Bear with me!!)

Standing in the ambulance bay, Frank considered the fact that he never started smoking. Mom and Dad had been graphic about the “this will kill you” message regarding all vices, and then he’d gotten super spooked when, as a med student, he couldn’t save a patient whose emphysema complicated a severe pneumonia. That was when he decided he didn’t want to be the patient whose body just…had nothing left to give.

However, in moments like this one, when he needed (1) a breath of air and (2) something to shut out the fluorescent lights, yelling, beeping, whirring, random bouts of laughter, and occasional crying in the ER…he kind of wished he had something to do with his hands. As it was, he was simply standing outside in the middle of winter. Cold nipped through the long-sleeve shirt he wore under his scrub top. Said shirt, from last winter, kept doing this annoying thing where it rode just a little bit up his belly. He hadn’t considered how much difference a year could make—yeah, yeah, stupid; he has the token and everything; he should know—but this sign was an inch of soft skin and the underside of something that hadn’t had sides when he bought this shirt.

All that said, this was happening underneath his scrubs, which were loose. No one saw it, but he sure felt it.

He leaned against the wall, from which the cold bit into his back. It was a dry day and deceptively sunny, but god—nothing bit like Pittsburgh winters. With a sigh, he ran a hand over his chest, left and right, then slid it over his ribs and squeezed. That he had something to squeeze wasn’t new per se; it just felt…loud, today.

He started his morning in triage to help out. There, a patient—a pearl-clutching boomer woman who’d given Samira a hard-fucking-time because you-know-exactly-why—informed him that doctors shouldn’t be fat.

He sent her home with Tylenol. It was honestly the right thing to do, but it felt nice to give her drugstore meds and send her on her bitter way.

Still, it lingered. It bit into him along with all the other “doctors shouldn’t” lines that criss-crossed his brain like barbed wire. Doctors shouldn’t be addicts. Doctors shouldn’t have late-diagnosed ADHD. Doctors shouldn’t suspect they have anxiety but feel too self-conscious to seek a diagnosis. Doctors shouldn’t be fat.

He pressed his fingers into his belly. He was definitely fat, so…he was probably, definitely, all those other things, too. Which meant, what? He didn’t have the words for it, or maybe he did, but he also had too much pride to be able to think them; instead, he rested his head against the wall behind him while also imagining knocking his forehead against the metaphorical, emotional wall in front of him.

“What are you doing out here?”

He jolted, and there was Dana, cigarette in hand and coat thrown over her shoulders. At him, she gave him that look, the one with a half-smile and furrowed brows. “Where’s your coat? Gonna give yourself a cold.”

“I, uh—” was going to be out here for a minute until I dissociated, “—have a lot more insulation now, Dana.”

She blinked.

He blinked.

What?

If he hadn’t been comfortable before, the warmth bleeding from the back of his neck to his shoulders sure was helping out now. Swiftly, he dropped his hand from where it cupped his belly. He clasped both hands in front of him, realized that lifted his belly such that it plumped over his arms, then folded his arms over his chest, only to realize that emphasized how his belly was now, sort of, a bit of a shelf.

He dropped his hands to his sides.

Dana laughed to herself and took a drag, eyes closed.

“Those’ll kill you,” Frank said, aware it was unhelpful, but he also couldn’t help himself. Typical.

Dana hummed. “Gonna tell Robby on me?”

“He’ll laugh in my face.”

“Exactly.” Dana turned her head toward him, eying him up and down. He felt a flicker of shame try to catch fire in his chest again; did she think the same thing as that patient in triage? Did everyone? Doctors were supposed to be— “Why don’t you pop back to the break room before the cold gets to you? It’s Vivi’s birthday; Perlah made cupcakes.”

Frank blinked, feeling like he really did get smacked in the face this time. “I shouldn’t—”

Dana gave him one long look that shut him up fast. “But you could. Go on; get inside.”

[steelycunt]

when the bdsm etiquette is bad and the kink is under-negotiated and the communication is poor and the bad behaviour isn’t justified and the trauma isn’t unpacked and the identities aren’t defined in tumblrspeak and the dialogue isn’t therapised and the bodies don’t have sixpacks and the teeth aren’t straight and the faces have acne and the scalps have dandruff and the outfits aren’t from pinterest and the homophobia is period-typical and the slang isn’t americanised and the sex isn’t satisfying and the happy ending isn’t married w/kids

[thisistheend1]

BARK BARK BARK 👅

PADFOOT & PRONGS | PRONGSFOOT

Someone take my pencil away oml.

This is also just a drawing of a man and his puppy.

I'm sorry if I'm spamming you today. Me and my sketchbook had a lot of fun this weekend. I had this scheduled to post tomorrow but I need you to witness it now.

look how much this freak enjoys it (this sentence can be applied to both the image above and the one below).

... and also someone will need to remove me from Spotify.

PINTEREST DRAWING REFERENCES:

FYI, THIS IS PRONGSFOOT:

Mother James carrying his baby.

[would-you-like-some-soup]

the phrase well fed is so hot to me it makes me dizzy yes I'm taking such good care of you and it shows .oh god

[blackcestfest]

Title: magpie beauty Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black Rating: M Wordcount: 2k Significant warnings or tags: eating disorder, weight gain, anorexia (implied), referenced childhood abuse  Summary:

Sirius gains weight. Regulus notices. 

Link to work on AO3 

[chlomisms]

DO NOT ❌❌ SEPARATE