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[sorenphelps]

chilling

Character design is so fun, and I wanted to draw them just chilling in their living rooms to see how much character I can convey with a domestic scene and their environment. I kinda have their apartments’ floorplan in my mind now too, and I try to make the backgrounds of existing/future pics and comics accordingly. (As if anyone would pay attention to that lol.) It’s also a good opportunity to add tiny details and easter eggs, which is one of my favourite things to do.

What do you think? What do you learn about the boys based on these pictures? Which one is your favourite detail? Can you find them all?

Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, these perfect artworks by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!

[sorenphelps]

stay pawsitive

He figured it out, he just needed a little help delivering the message! 😅 James spent days agonizing over it, using every ounce of self-control not to text first. In the meantime, he planned about half a dozen dates, so when Sirius sent his not-even-finished message, James was ready with a reply. Or twelve. Meanwhile, Remus is grumpy and sleep-deprived once again at this ungodly hour.

Also, Sirius has a cat! Well, sort of. He ended up with Crookshanks after a girl from the neighborhood won a scholarship to a boarding school abroad and now spends most of the year overseas. Officially, Crookshanks is still hers. Unofficially, he's very much Sirius' cat, even if Sirius refuses to call himself his owner.

Some links & tags: my gym bro AU tag; @goldenlionprince's first & second ficlet, these perfect artworks by @lalunavinoalafragua, @diamondmeadow, @lovelymasks, @thistlecatfics & @lilacella!

[lalunavinoalafragua]

Desperado

by fluorescentgrey on ao3. @yeats-infection

I'm haunted by this author's writing style. Leaving a few drawings here that I've been doing while reading the fic. It's an incredible AU, set during the American Civil War. It's a raw fic, the drugs and the desert are the real main characters.

Constantly ill-looking Remus

Prostitute Lily

Sheriff James

Militar Dumbledore

___________________________________

I still have the last chapter left to read, and it promises violence. Wish me luck.

[outromoonyy]

Remus when he thought it had been Sirius who killed the Potters:

Remus when he realized it had been Peter all along:

[plecotusauritus]

I like to imagine teenage Sirius quite blunt and uncaring of social norms. The politeness we see from him in the books is something that he only starts to care about with age.

[plecotusauritus]

I mean in SWM he is just saying what he thinks and being slightly rude all the time lmao I love him

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

PSA: NEW SCAM BOT ALERT

not sure if it’s “new” but in the past couple days, my friends and I have each been receiving about dozens of this exact message with the exact same script from various random blogs.

but instead of empty blogs that are very obviously bots, these blogs all have profile pictures and reblogs on their blogs like any other normal blogs. although if you scroll down far enough, most of them are very recently created, with the first ever reblogs from their blogs being from less than a week ago — which makes me think they’re newly created blogs with reblogs and profile pictures, so that they’re not very obviously bots anymore. but they all use the same script.

obviously I did not contact them, and I have all of them blocked and reported. because I know if I did contact them, they would try and convince me that my blog was somehow “compromised” one way or another, and then they’d say I’d have to contact this random guy on discord (instead of tumblr support) and then I’d have to change the email I associated my blog with to their new email that they gave me. then boom. the second my blog was registered with their email, they had control of everything, and chances were that I’d never be able to get my blog back. or worse, they had access to my personal information too. it’s all the same scam tactics.

do NOT fall for them. do NOT contact any shady, random person on discord or any other platform. the ONLY way you contact support when you have an issue with your blog is directly through tumblr support. not a random guy on discord.

I’m not disclosing their url because even though I’m 90% sure it’s a bot, I don’t want to accidentally send people to harass an innocent person in case of the blog having originally belonged to an innocent person before they were hacked. because when these scammers/bots hack someone’s blog, they use the blog to further scam other people, since the blog was originally a legit blog, it won’t look “empty and obviously a bot”.

stay safe everyone.

[domsdayriver]

@dailyprongsfoot day 3-Enemy

I haven't done too much enemies to loves, but I figured that if I were to, I would do Prongsfoot but with Slytherin Sirius.

[padfootfest]

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[aureutr]

Unfriendly reminder that if you're displeased with a piece of fanfiction your courses of action are:

Read something else

Bitch PRIVATELY to friends

Write your own take on the premise (strongly recommend!)

All of the above

Under no circumstances should you try to "politely" critique the author who put the story up as a hobby. For free. Especially if the story in question is multiple years old. Ao3 is not Goodreads

[goldenlionprince]

Prongsfoot first kiss tag game 💋

thank you for tagging me @nyxunderwood @plecotusauritus @in-flvx 🥰

I have written too many first kisses😂

How to stop a know-it-all from showing off

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Black asks, lifting one single eyebrow. “Stop my brain from working so your ego won't get hurt?” “I want you to shut up and stop being an infuriating know-it-all,” James growls, dropping his hand from his hair and glaring at Black. Black only grins back at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Make me.” James really can't explain how it happens. One moment he's glaring at that insufferable grin, wanting to get it off that stupid face, and the next he's shoving Black, pushing him right up against the wall of the empty corridor and – well, James is successful in getting the grin off Black's face. Because he's kissing him. A small little sound escapes Black's lips when he hits the wall and James swallows it, kissing him none too gently. His hands are buried in the front of Black's school robes and James isn't sure if that's not the only thing that keeps him upright right now. Because somehow he feels like on fire. And a little dizzy. Probably because he's forgotten how to breathe.

fangs and all

Sirius stares at him and James wonders if he said too much after all. If he spilled a little too much of his heart. Maybe Sirius doesn't understand what James is really trying to say here, doesn't understand or chooses to ignore it, like they both did with all those feelings blooming between them over the years. Maybe he shouldn't have... Before James has even a moment more to think, Sirius is moving, crossing the last few steps over to the bed. His knees hit the mattress next to James and his cool fingers cup James' face, pulling him into a fierce kiss that steals the breath from his lungs and any thought from his mind. It takes a moment for them to come back online, for James to really register what is happening. What is finally happening. He sighs into the kiss and deepens it as best as he can with that angle, unwilling to even part for a moment to find a better one. He has waited for this, hoping for this for a while now, but he wasn't sure if he could ever have it. Now that Sirius is finally kissing him, James is unwilling to ever let him go again. After all, it only took a near death experience and an insane rescue mission to get them there. James' fingers find the front of Sirius' shirt and pull him even closer, but this turns out to be a miscalculation on their balance. They topple over, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. James' glasses are digging into his cheek, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is kissing Sirius, feeling him close. The cool brush of his lips, the slow heartbeat that speeds up beneath his hands. The touch of fang that starts to sneak into the kiss.

A very Happy New Year

3 2 1 People cheer and clink glasses. Fireworks go off. James leans in and kisses Sirius. It's a soft brush of lips, barely a kiss, really. It's over so soon Sirius isn't sure if it happened at all. “To new beginnings,” James says and clinks their glasses awkwardly. His cheeks are bright red. Sirius stares at him, unable to process what just happened. Maybe the seven vodka shots were a bad idea after all and he's only hallucinating now. “Didn't you want to kiss the love of your life tonight?” James chuckles awkwardly. His hand goes up to his hair, tugging at the roots like he always does when he's nervous. He looks up at Sirius, his hazel eyes shining with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I just did that, didn't I?” The words sink in slowly, one after the other. “Look,” James says, looking away from Sirius when his silence stretches for too long, and sets his glass down next to the ashtray. “It's fine if you don't feel – “ Sirius nearly spills his own champagne all over them both in his haste to kiss James again. Properly this time. James makes a little noise against his lips, something between surprise and relief. His fingers bury themselves into the front of Sirius' jumper, pulling him closer until there is no space left between them.

close to the end (or the beginning)

He might still lose it all, but he hasn't yet. They are both still here. Sirius is looking at him like he's thinking the same and that's all the encouragement James needs. He leans right over the ruined Horcrux and kisses him. Sirius' lips are cool beneath his own, chapped from the cold wind and strange potion alike, but they slowly warm up in their rain-soaked kiss. James' hand slips into damp hair, pulling Sirius even closer. Sirius shivers and sighs against James' lips. “What was that for?” he asks, a little dazed when James slowly pulls back again. James shrugs, grinning like an idiot. “Luck, I guess?” Chuckling, Sirius shakes his head. James is glad to hear that sound after all that has happened within the last hour. “Wouldn't we have needed that before coming here?”

tagging (no pressure) @missmoonfrost @domsdayriver @prongsfootandco @o0-ran-0o

[domsdayriver]

Prongsfoot first kiss tag game 💋🦌🐾

Thank you @nyxunderwood and @goldenlionprince for the tags

This is from my fic When it rains. "https://archiveofourown.org/works/73553441"

Featuring Prongsfoot getting together after Sirius gained the flu

-By the fourth day, Sirius had started to feel better, James came to check on him that morning, they took Sirius’ temperature and saw it had finally gone down. They predicted he would go back to school the next day.</p>

Thus, they waited another day, when they knew Sirius was feeling better, they had their first kiss.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Genuinely furious about what generative AI has done to creative spaces and I don't think it gets talked about enough in the right way.

Not the slop itself. The atmosphere. The fact that readers are now scared and defensive and running everything through a mental checklist of "does this seem AI." The fact that writers have to screenshot their drafts and document their process just to prove they're a real person who made a real thing. The fact that improving at your craft, getting more precise, more intentional, more layered, now registers as suspicious to some people because that's exactly what the generators are copyinf.

It has poisoned the default trust between creators and audiences and that trust was not theirs to take.

And the people paying for it are not the companies. It's the writers who almost didn't post. The artists who did post and got accused anyway. The people who spent years getting genuinely good at something and are now having that thrown back at them as evidence of wrongdoing. The people who are so tired of defending themselves that they're starting to wonder if it's even worth making anything at all.

That's the damage. That's what's actually been done here. And the people responsible for it don't care and will never care and that makes me so angry I don't quite have the words for it.

We didn't ask for this. We didn't deserve it. And we're allowed to be furious about it.

[lalunavinoalafragua]

Only her cheekbones are sharper than her muscles.

This is from an AU of an AU (fem gym AU). It’s a standalone, I just wanted to draw her because I draw fanart for stuff I'm a fan of, @sorenphelps

[dailyprongsfoot]

It's already time for the Daily Prongsfoot June wrap-up! This time we had a total of 20 entries by 7 creative people🥳 Amazing work, everyone! ☺️ Thank you all so much for participating! 💖 We love to see the magic you create with the prompts! 😊

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Prompt of the Month: Used

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@21langweilenn Used Stick Enough Doom Paper Appalling Club Smile

@domsdayriver Red

@goldenlionprince in the woods somewhere - part 18 in the woods somewhere - part 19 in the woods somewhere - part 20 in the woods somewhere - part 21

@missmoonfrost Shirtless Painting signs Dirty

@moonfloured glow

@my-castles-crumbling used

@nyxunderwood Storm Warnings - Chapter 3 - snippet Storm Warnings - Chapter 6 - snippet

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[verdantdrawzstories]

Reminder that fanfic authors write the stories you like

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[domsdayriver]

@dailyprongsfoot day 20-Red

Last minute entry for this mounts daily prongsfoot.

[diamondmeadow]

I’ve just had a terrible night… probably the worst night of sleep due to the environment ever in my life. Living in a 600-hundred-year-old European house when the temperature climbs to 39/40 for 3 days is not for the weak. It keeps all the heat it… really wonderful in winter, the one-meter-thick walls, but fuck I wanted to off myself tonight (the temp went to 30 inside the house.) We’ve got one fan and well, not even Dyson can save you, let me tell you.

Pushing the days with my eyes. Just two more days and then there’s a bit of respite. But Christ. I’m the generation that remembers the original summers here… and by that I mean 25 on average even in August and if it ever climbed to 30 we were all dying.

God, somewhere here in this ramble, there’s a primal scream to do something. Plant trees and ride a fucking bus and train instead of a car. There is more internal screaming at the world’s governments because you can only do so much in countries without good bus and train infrastructures. Not to mention other industries we have only a very little influence over.

But Christ, people, for the love of god, wherever you live, read political programs and go to elections. That we can do. Or we will burn here. We are already and actually have been burning for decades now.

In the meantime stay safe, drink water, use those fans and AC if you have access. Condolences if any of you suffering has to work outside. Hats and breaks.