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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.

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FYI, THIS IS PRONGSFOOT:

Mother James carrying his baby.

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The difference on how Sirius would die for Remus but Kill for James.

He’d become everything he vowed not to for James.

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I think about Jegulus and Wolfstar and then I think about Moonwater and Prongsfoot, and it gives me the same feeling as seeing a perfectly sliced pizza.

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wolfstar of the day

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He was the sister she needed

She was the brother he wanted

😏

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new prongsfoot!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately for James, his ignorance gets shattered on one fateful morning when he suffers the horrible realization that he’s in love with his best friend. Afraid of ruining their friendship, he decides to conduct a series of experiments to determine whether there’s a chance Sirius might reciprocate the pesky feelings multiplying in James’ chest. As one might expect, nothing goes according to plan, but somehow, James ends up finding exactly what he needs. Task failed—successfully? ***

Sirius takes another whiff, zeroing in on James, “What is it you’re brewing again?” “Nothing unusual.” Nothing like obsession in a bottle. “Finish the thought. Smells like mom’s roast, motor oil, and? And what?” “And licorice,” Sirius says without missing a beat, taking a step back. “But I hate licorice,” James blurts out, his entire body sagging with disappointment.

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I've finished a new Prongsfoot fic! (Yes after saying I'd never write Prongsfoot again. Yes I am fickle and my word is worth nothing. Whatever.) Here's a snippet to celebrate! Coming soon to AO3 on your digital devices

“Want to dance?” He motions toward the dance floor. It’s small and already packed with bodies grinding against each other. The perfect excuse to invade Sirius’ personal space. “You mean—us?” A note of apprehension filters into the question. “Sure,” James shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Sirius barks out a laugh. “Not sure the uncoordinated arm-flailing we performed at the Yule Ball in Hogwarts counts, mate.” Mate. James grinds his teeth so hard he can hear them creaking, but it’s better than releasing the scream haunting his vocal cords. Mate. He’s never resented a word as much as he does in this moment. “All the more reason to show we’ve improved since then.” Sirius laughs, throwing his arms around to indicate the space around them. “Show to who? Nobody here even knows us.” “To each other. Nobody else matters anyway.” Coming on too strong? Possibly. But his patience is fraying along the edges. A couple more minutes of Sirius acting like this, like James is just a mate, a buddy, a person to grab a beer with, but nothing more, never more, and he’ll do something he’ll probably regret in hindsight, but which he will not be able to prevent. Like yanking Sirius into his arms, all those solid six feet of his strong, lean body, and shutting him up with a kiss.