désirée

floating in wolfstar’s orbit :,)) you can find me on ao3 under @frenchmoonypie

[desirofmoony]

fuck you donald trump. fuck you JK Rowling. fuck every transphobic person to ever walk on this earth, dead or living.

if you’re struggling and need someone to talk to, my door’s always open. i love you. whatever your gender. you matter <3

[desirofmoony]

pathological people pleaser / live reaction

omg here we go again…. i’m already at 30% so here’s a recap of what i went through during those first chapters

- remus IS MY HUSBAND. he’s perfect. gosh i love him.

- MARYLILY!!!!!!!!!!! and they’re getting married?????

- first time i really care about emmeline!

- reg & drowning? i think i’ve seen this film before and i DIDNT like the ending.

- james potter struggling with a mental disorder is hard to read. that’s my sunshine. but i love the way it’s written. the author really did their research.

- sirius+remus= the best couple ever!!! they’re always outshining others lol

- dorlene having couple issues??? HELL NO.

anyway! it’s been a long time, i’m happy to be back again with some jegulus :)

[desirofmoony]

cr: the mapmakers by dizzy_bird on ao3

"It's 1975 and Whoever-He-Is has turned his eyes towards Hogwarts. Muggle-born Lily Evans is certain her best friend has been recruited by the Death Eaters. She's less certain about her future in wizarding Britain. And she has absolutely no idea how to handle the dark-haired, outrageously privileged, obnoxiously talented toerag named James Potter. A canon-compliant account of the Marauders' adventures at Hogwarts, as war draws ever nearer. COMPLETE."

Ships: Jily, Dorlene, Wolfstar.

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

[remuuuuuuu]

Hey so apparently it’s the 44 anniversary since James and Lily’s death. I’m not okay.

[desirofmoony]

hello my fellow friends it’s been a LONG time lol im sorry i’ve been so inactive lately. a lot of thing happened. im like super active on twitter under @/frenchmoonypie if you lot are interested

[chdarling]

ok so I am probably going to disappear from tumblr again for another long stretch of time, as I've come to recognize that the dopamine rush of social media is not so good for maintaining the quiet, focused headspace I need to do the actual writing...but before I go, I thought I'd toss a bone (get it) to my long-suffering wolfstar shippers.

don't say I never give you anything ;)

Excerpt from The Last Enemy: Marauders End

“Everyone thinks of me as either this…this posh, poncy, pure-blood prick—”

“Nice alliteration.”

“—or this arse who just wants to pick a fight at every opportunity.” “Or both,” said Remus. “Or both,” agreed Sirius. “But that’s not what I want to be. That’s not what I want to do.” “What do you want to do?” Sirius sprawled back on the couch, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling as he contemplated this question. “I want…I want to make things. Things that matter, you know? Things that last. Like the map.” “Right…and your mirrors, and your motorbike.” “Yeah.” Sirius took a long, pensive drag on the cigarette and exhaled a plume of curling smoke. “And music.” Remus cast a curious glance at his friend. “Been making much of your own?” “A bit.” “Really? Will you play some for me?” “Fuck no.” “Oh, come on.” “It’s all shit. I don’t know what I’m doing.” “I don’t buy that for a second,” said Remus. “I doubt if anything you’ve ever done is shit. In fact, I bet when you actually shit, the toilet says thank you.” “Fuck off,” said Sirius, but he looked somewhat mollified. Emboldened, Remus carried on. “Come on, I want to hear. One song?”  Sirius considered him for an unbearably long moment. The ash from his cigarette tipped onto the carpet, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Fine,” he said at last, stubbing out the cigarette. “But if you laugh, I’ll fucking hex you.” “I won’t laugh.” Sirius glared.  “I won’t. Cross my heart.” “Hmph.” Sirius downed the last slug of whiskey from his glass, reached for his guitar and slung it onto his lap. “Bat bogies,” he threatened as he fiddled with the tuners. “Big ones.” Remus mimed drawing an x over his heart.  With a sigh, Sirius gave the guitar a few exploratory strums and adjusted the tuners once more. Then, eyes still firmly on the guitar, he said: “Right. I started this one last year, but I’m still working on it. It’s called, ‘Son of a Bitch.’” Remus snorted into his drink, then quickly composed himself. “That wasn’t a laugh.” But Sirius just gave him a rueful half-grin. “All right, well, the title’s a work in progress.” “Go on.” Sirius shot him one last glance then turned his attention to his fingers on the fretboard and started to strum. Remus couldn’t quite suppress a smile as he watched his friend slip into the song, eyes drifting off into the distance as his nimble fingers danced upon the strings, coaxing out a melody — soft at first, but quickly growing stronger, more sure of itself…He was so spellbound watching this negotiation with the instrument that it almost took him by surprise when Sirius began to sing:

I was born a pure-blood son of a bitch A first-born bait-and-switch, chokin’ on my silver spoon With a black eye

Remus jolted slightly, staring at his friend in astonishment. He’d heard Sirius sing before, of course — an endless litany of birthday ditties, vulgar Christmas carols, The Ballad of Carter-Myles — but this was different. This was…raw. Intimate. Intolerably seductive.

Found a new road racin' through the deep wood Swear I'm up to no good, dreamin’ of a new moon And sayin’ goodbye

His voice was not exactly what one would call smooth or melodious — he was no Stubby Boardman — but it was deeply captivating all the same. Remus found himself thinking of a dog’s low, husky growl. He let his eyes roam over Sirius’s features as he sang — the faint furrow in his brow, the soft line of his lips, the long, dark lashes that framed those distant eyes. He listened, entranced, as Sirius’s words snaked from verse to chorus:

Then they said I was a new man, they said I was a stranger A plot without a plan, a hopeless flirt with danger Takin’ the low road, wherever it goes I’ll tell you where that is, whenever I know

Just don’t— Don’t give up on me, I know I fucked it all up But I’ll go on tryin’… Just don’t give up on me, I said I’d be a better man I wasn’t lyin’ I wasn’t lyin’…

Remus froze. Was this…was this song for him?

A noose of golden thread They said blood finds a way, but which way's which? You son of a bitch, yeah, I'm a son of a bitch, but…

His mind drifted back to a sunlit day at King’s Cross, well over a year ago…and the words Sirius had offered him in parting after that awful term, the words that had haunted him for months to follow…

Just don’t give up on me, I said I’d be a better man I wasn’t lyin’ And I'm still tryin' I swear I'm tryin'…

“I haven’t written the final verse yet.” “What?” Remus blinked back to the present, suddenly startled to find that the music had stopped and Sirius’s gaze — once lost in his own faraway world — had returned and was now set firmly on him. “I don’t know how the song ends.” There was a long pause as both boys considered this. In the silence, Remus recognized that something miraculous had just happened: Sirius had let his guard down. He never did that, but somehow, without really meaning to, Remus had managed to crack through his hard outer shell and expose the softness he’d always suspected lurked underneath. So this is what Sirius had been doing all those summer days holed up on his own... “I told you it was shit,” Sirius muttered. “It’s not shit,” said Remus quickly. “I’m just…surprised. I never knew you were a poet.” Sirius gave a disgusted snort. “I’m not a fucking poet.” “That wasn't an insult, Padfoot.” “Forget it.” Sirius shoved the guitar away. “It’s not poetry, it’s just a stupid song.” Remus bit back a sigh. He could almost see Sirius’s outer shell hardening once more. “I liked it,” he said. “I hope you finish it.” “Probably won’t.” “That’d be a shame. I’d like to know how it ends.” Sirius’s stormy eyes flickered up to meet Remus’s own, and with the faintest intake of breath, Remus knew that it was hopeless: all his desperate pretending, his self-deluding restraint, the violent quelling of nearly seven years of butterflies…none of it mattered when Sirius looked him in the eye. He was lost.

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....ok bye!!!!!

[desirofmoony]

Découvre la communauté marauders at it again sur Discord - discute avec 3 autres membres et profite du chat vocal et textuel gratuit.

hello my people, i made a discord server for all ship (marauders era only!) if you’d like to join <33333

[mandarinaart]

At this point I accepted that I only draw wolfstar at 4 am with one hand in my heart and the other in the pencil 💔

The funny repost keeps me motivated to keep creating please never stop being little freaky weirdos 🌻

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — FINAL REACTION

“Time continued to pass.

He never did fall in love again.”.

(yall wont get a final review like i did for crivers bc this WRECKED me. you’re all punished for what i’ve been through. these last 4 chapters? pain. so much pain.)

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY - live reaction

SPOILERS AHEAD

“I just got him back. BRING HIM BACK”

i hate this fandom

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — THEORY TIME!!!

guys i’m scared it’s currently marlene&dorcas’s wedding and everything’s going PERFECTLY well. my kindle says i have 1h9m left of the book and reg is (SPOILER) supposed to die?

so theory time!!!!

- reg dies during another art swap by the hand of tom riddle

- reg dies bc of frank/pandora (ill never forgive the writer lol #notkidding)

- reg dies during a tsunami #sad

- reg doesn’t actually die yall just have hallucinative hysteria

that’s it lol bare with me i’m finishing this TONIGHT!

[desirofmoony]

SO NONE OF YOU THOUGHT OF TELLING ABOUT ME ABOUT THE ALTERNATE ENDING OF CRIMSON RIVERS?! AFTER EVERYTHING I WENT THROUGH?!

1 like and i read it

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY - Live reaction

“Everything I have ever done has been for you. Remus was the first thing I did for me.”

Sirius black the MAN that you are.

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — Live reaction

there’s something so marvelous about the black brothers and their ability to ALWAYS find each other even when they’ve lost their minds and took a wrong path :,(

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — Live reaction

regulus threatening remus at gunpoint wasn’t on my bingo card and i want yall to know that i don’t forgive him (yet) so he better GROVEL because im glad james isn’t speaking to him NO ONE THREATENS MOONY. NO ONE!!!!!!!!!!

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — Live reaction

"Okay good," James bit his lip nervously. "I think Regulus is waiting downstairs so," he let out a little sigh. "I should go right?"

Peter glanced at him confusedly. "Erm, yeah? Yes. It's for work, he'll be angry if you don't go."

I’M WHEEZING LMAOOOOOOOOOO, I love you Peter don’t ever change pls

[desirofmoony]

ART HEIST BABY — live reaction

sirius is a cop