lupinsfight

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Sirius: it's okay if you don't like me

Sirius: not everyone has good taste

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serotonin? more like seroto-NO

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Sirius: Roses are red, violets are blue

Sirius: you’re truly divine, can I please fu-

Remus: meet me you-know-where in 5 minutes

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wolfstar texting

Remus: what's the meaning of life

Sirius: i'll ask alexa

Remus: ...

Sirius: alexa play despacito

Remus: bye

Sirius: alexa play baby come back

Remus: i will h u r t you

Sirius: alexa play can't touch this

Remus: i hate you

[huffinglepuff-deactivated202107]

This takes place around 20 years after my Drarry fic, but it can be read by itself as well <3

Remus opened his eyes and pulled a face at the blinding light. Since when was St. Mungo’s this bright?

A couple of blinks later, he realised that this was not, in fact, St. Mungo’s. It didn’t appear to be anywhere at all.

Was he dead? This looked an awful lot like what Harry had described, all those years ago.

Remus propped himself up on his elbows, seeing but white. He stood, marvelling at the lack of pain — he’d been infected with Scrofungulus for the last few weeks and laid up in St. Mungos, barely able to move without pain rippling from his neck. The fungus tended to eat at the spinal cord, apparently; and he’d had it for several years, his lycanthropy the only thing keeping it at bay. Sadly, when he’d jumped at the chance to take Severus’ lycanthropy cure, the Scrofungulus had dug in. 

He looked down at his outfit. It was one of his favourites, from when he’d just left Hogwarts; an old sweater that Sirius often stole, smelling faintly of wet dog, and a pair of trousers Euphemia had bought him for his first job interview. 

When he looked back to his surroundings, he saw a lone figure in the distance. They were near–impossible to make out; the only thing Remus could see was silver glinting off what he assumed was a beat–up leather jacket.

Remus sprung to his feet and sprinted towards him, stopping a couple of feet in front of Sirius and drinking in every detail. He looked as he did before Azkaban; immaculate hair, porcelain skin flush with colour, tattoos just–healed. All at once, memories flooded into his mind; stealing the leather jacket, only to come back and see Sirius in his jumper; their first date in Hogsmeade, which had inevitably led to James and Peter serenading them at their booth in the Three Broomsticks; unwrapping the bandages around Sirius’ torso and reverently kissing each tattoo in their London apartment.

“Sirius,” Remus whispered, his voice broken and hoarse.

“Hey, Moony.” 

Remus didn’t know who made the first move, but they were suddenly kissing, lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces together at last, hands roaming everywhere possible.

Sirius eventually broke the kiss, chuckling slightly. “I guess it’s a good job you can look how you want here; you really weren’t taking care of yourself, all those years. I have to say, though, I miss the scars a little.”

Remus snorted. “We both know it was James who took care of us all. And I know you found the scars hot, for some reason, but…”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you think you’re a monster, even though the only thing you’ve ever done any real harm to are my cups of tea. Can’t believe you love caffeine as much as you do and still can’t make a decent cuppa.”

“It’s not my fault you take it too weak. Anyway, coffee is better.”

Sirius tilted his head slightly, staring at Remus with a fond expression.

Remus raised a hand in mock horror. “What is it? Do I have chocolate on my face?”

“Firstly, we both know you would never waste chocolate like that. And secondly…I missed you.”

Remus took Sirius’ hand in his own. “I missed you too.”

Sirius grinned. “Come on, there’s so much to see around here. And you need to see everyone!”

Remus smiled softly, and allowed Sirius to drag him onto a train.

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sad but awww

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no one:

remus: ahh, death

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No one:

Sirius: I'm the family disappointment...

Sirius: and proud of it😌

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The marauders, inspired by me and my ibfs (part 1?)

Sirius: ... and then this guy stops the other dudes from hanging with the dinosaurs and warns them about this sea monster who's 10x the size of a human and would swallow you whole if you went out there

Remus:

Remus: can I meet that sea monster

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Remus: *procrastinates*

Also Remus: why am I stressed

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3 am in the boys' dormitory

Sirius: I want ravioli

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Reunion

blissember day 5, prompt: reunion

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Remus Lupin was exhausted. The first-years had been particularly difficult today as they all were overly excited for the festivities that night before the holiday break. He’d had a troubling time getting them to settle down for their very quick lesson on the drawbacks of having to use defense magic in the snow. It really wasn’t much, just explaining the quite simple aspects of slowed brain function due to cold, and lack of being able to easily use spells that provide fire or sparks. He knew they were kids, and they’d be super happy to move out of theory and into actual spellwork after the break, but really, it was the end of the school day - couldn’t they wait to release their energy after his lesson was over?

Remus decided to head right back up to his chambers and relax - some hot chocolate would be nice - then sleep early. He didn’t have anyone to celebrate with, besides, so what was the point of joining a rambunctious bunch of hormonal teenagers for a dinner that would be much nicer on Christmas when half the school was gone?

He ignored the fact he used to be one of those hormonal teenagers.

He was almost to his rooms when an owl suddenly swooped down around a corner - it nearly beaned him with its claws, then dropped a thin, light piece of parchment that fluttered down onto his head.

He picked it up, and there was no explanation, just a hastily written “He’s cleared” in what looked like McGonagall’s handwriting. He pushed down the excitement that bubbled up because surely this was meant for the wrong person. Who was the “he,” what was the “cleared,” that couldn’t mean anything. So, sighing, Remus stuffed the small paper into his pocket and continued on his way to his rooms.

He opened the door and froze.

Surely it was a hallucination because there stood Sirius Black, the man he hadn’t seen but most longed for in twelve long, long years, standing in front of his bed and looking quite nervous but openly excited because his mouth quirked up into a hopeful smile when Remus came in.

But he reached for the now-crumpled paper in his pocket that said “He’s cleared” and he allowed himself to hope just for a moment, connect the dots and believe he was connecting them correctly.

And he just stared, for a moment, before he spoke without thinking in a near whisper, “Sirius?” He felt as if he spoke any louder the spell would break then he’d be alone again, staring at his empty bed with no one there waiting for him.

But, with a tiny, tiny smile, eyes watering, Sirius said, “Remus.”

And Remus immediately crossed the room and threw his arms around the other man and held him so, so tight, and suddenly both of them were wracked with little sobs as Sirius buried his head in Remus’s shoulder. They both muttered each other’s names over and over until Remus pulled back and cupped Sirius’s face. He traced his fingers over his high cheekbones and slightly crooked nose and plump lips and handsome, beautiful face.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Remus said in a shivery voice.

“I thought of you every day. Every single hour, Moony, I-” Sirius’s voice broke. He rested his head against Remus’s. “But now we’re together.”

“Now we’re together,” Remus breathed.

And they pressed their lips together, and it was wet and messy and desperate but oh so perfect. They clung to each other as if they would never see each other again, but this time, it was okay. This time, they were okay.

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Sirius: Roses are red.

Remus: Pads.

Sirius: Violets are blue.

Sirius: You be the six.

Remus, blushing: Stop.

Sirius: I'll be the nine.

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James, in the background: Get a room, will you?!

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Lily and a cat

Blissember day 3: pets

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It was the time of day that long shadows were cast across Godric’s Hollow, but Lily loved the splashes of deep red and purple that streaked across the sky moments later. It was simply lovely to sit on her front steps and just watch the world go quiet.

And that night, as always, Lily was watching. A browning leaf skittered across the ground, helped along by the breeze that came at dusk, and came to rest. This was when Lily noticed something… wriggling. 

Furrowing her brows, Lily slowly approached and carefully crouched down a few feet away from the creature, just observing. The animal was small and thin, the fur matted and scruffy. It was just the pointy claws, the arch of the back, and the large, lamplike yellow eyes that turned to observe Lily with a hiss that revealed itself as a cat. 

A very scrawny and underfed cat, for sure, likely left outside a moment too long and it wandered away or simply cast out when it scratched one piece of furniture too many. But despite its flaws, Lily watched its cowering in the too-long grass and the occasional swipe of a paw to ward off a beetle, and she saw the intelligence in its eyes.

And Lily fell in love. She watched a bit longer, then made up her mind - James would just have to live with the cat because it was not going anywhere. Lily made cooing sounds, soothing it with hands extended slowly, palms opened, welcoming and for a sniff. She reached carefully to pick it up but it hissed again and retreated, but she just stopped and watched again.

Lily was good at watching until it suited her to do something more. So she watched, and when the cat rejected her advances again - a stubborn little one it was, much like a toddler - she discreetly pulled out her wand and summoned a little can of tuna (she didn’t know why they had it, but it was likely Sirius had gotten it, as much as he wouldn’t admit he enjoyed it).

When she opened it, the cat finally displayed some sort of interest in Lily - after all, Lily was the one holding the yummy smelling food - and it crept forward, and Lily watched. The cat lapped up a bit of the oddly scented liquid then took its first taste of the fish, and soon it was gone.

The cat stopped and watched. It took in Lily’s open face and relaxed posture, and she even smelled kind, like the warm home it longed for so much. And the cat decided to stop watching. And Lily decided to stop watching.

So when Lily picked up the empty tuna container and turned her back on the cat to walk back inside, the cat followed, and let Lily lead it into an unpleasant bath and then a cozy box with a bowl of water right next to it, and it had made up its mind the second it stepped into the house. Lily was the cat’s and the cat was Lily’s.

James walked in and the cat watched. Lily embraced him and the cat decided it was James’s as well. James named it Crookshanks, for its crooked tail and the fact that the name sounded fancy, badass, and fit with the weird-sounding names most wizards gave their animals.

The next day Sirius visited, and Crookshanks and Padfoot surveyed each other, sniffing and glaring but eventually, they stopped watching and Sirius decided maybe a cat could be acceptable. Only if it behaved.

And Remus arrived a few moments later and Sirius made him promise that Padfoot would always come before Crookshanks “no matter how unfortunately adorable it is, Moony, okay?” and Remus was happy to oblige.

And Crookshanks was a part of the family from that day on.

Note: The cat tolerated Peter and Peter tolerated the cat.

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Sirius: Oh hello, James. Remus.

James:

Remus:

James:

Sirius: You may be wondering why I am taped to the ceiling.

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Lily: *walks in*

Lily:

Sirius:

James:

Remus:

Lily:

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comment or send me asks with one-shot prompts!! I'll do any ship except pedo or snily :)

[artbyflor]

Do you have any advice for people who want to start drawing for the first time? Where I live is regressing back into a shut down because of COVID and was thinking I may start dedicating some of my free time to drawing so I can start making fanart. I love looking at everyones work on tumblr and instagram

Hi!!

I want to start by saying that I'm self-taught, so I'm just speaking from my own experience!

I think it's good to start with the basics, more exactly realism. Stylized art, while easier to copy while practicing (for example, copying an anime you like, or a certain cartoon/animated movie), it doesn't really give you much information to create your own art and your own style

Learning the basics, like face and body anatomy, give you a clear understanding of what you are doing.

For this, I would recommend looking references online, like pinterest, or looking tutorials in places like youtube.

Once you start with that, and you feel comfortable, you can start playing around with colors, looking clothing references, and experimenting with your own style

But to be honest, the most important part is practice! Don't get discouraged if you don't like what you make at first. Keep trying, and keep drawing. It takes time and practice

And remember to enjoy yourself! Find fun references, draw your favorite characters, do things that excite you and want to keep you going!

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super helpful imma do this

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Innocent Doodles (part 2/2)

Wolfstar oneshot. First kiss. Very much fluff. And a tiny hint of angst.

Remus’ heart sinks. Sirius’ words bounce around his brain, seemingly not able to find a way out. Don’t flatter yourself. Those words had hurt more than any wound he’d ever inflicted upon himself. The fact is impossible to ignore any longer; Sirius isn’t interested. And he never would be. He can’t grasp how he could have ever hoped for it, even for a second. Of course Sirius didn’t like him like that. He is just a quiet, skinny, scarred up lad with a disgusting habit of turning into a monster once a month. Sirius is tolerant enough being his friend, but the thought of anything more than that would probably make him sick to his stomach, and with all right, Remus figures. He is a nasty, murderous half being, not human enough for the wizarding world. No one should have to submit to being with someone like that. Therefore, Remus can’t blame Sirius for wanting to clearly state his disinterest. But it had stung nonetheless. 

“Come on then crup!” Sirius says over his shoulder. Remus follows him, absentmindedly. Any other day and that simple line would have caused a tingle in the pit of his stomach. But now it caused a knot, instead. Truth be told, he’d rather be with anyone else at this moment. His now obviously unrequited longing for the black-haired boy made it too devastating to be around him. Sirius flings his hair slightly as he turns the corner and a faint whiff of his shampoo reaches Remus. He closes his eyes, almost as a reflex, and breathes it in. He would so love to run his hands through that long, dark hair. Tug it back and force their lips together. As he opens his eyes again a slight blush of colour flushes upon his cheeks. He has to stop daydreaming like that. However impossible it will be, he has to. For his own sanity. 

“Hey, about the, er, drawing…” Sirius says as they walk down the halls. He appears to collect himself before speaking again. “Do you want it?” Remus had not expected that question. He had been sure that Sirius would pretend it never happened, never bring it up ever again. His surprise must be mirrored in his face because Sirius quickly adds “I know it’s not beautiful, but I just thought-”

“It’s not bad,” Remus interrupts. “But if you wanted it to be beautiful you should have chosen another subject,” he continues matter-of-factly.

Sirius looks stunned for a moment. Remus thought himself see a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes for a moment, but convinces himself that it was only his imagination. In actuality, it was pity. Remus is sure of it. Sirius wouldn’t have any understanding of the word insecure. He had nothing to be insecure about, and he proudly flaunted the fact all across Hogwarts.

“What are you on about? You’re …” Sirius hesitates for a second, surely trying to find a suitable lie, “…strapping,” he settles. Clearly untruthful.

“Yes, strapping, that’s what these scars tell you,” Remus whispers, hoping Sirius won’t catch it. But a forceful tug at Remus’ arm, making him halt in his step, proves the opposite.

“Don’t say that!”

A flash of gratitude wells over him. No one has ever stood up for him like that. With himself being the attacker. His self-deprecating jokes were always just laughed off as if intended for amusement. Remus had always played along, but in reality, he had always meant it. Every last degrading statement. Having someone finally challenge it warmed him deeply. And the fact that it came from Sirius, of all people, touches him so wholeheartedly that he has to remind himself not to cry. 

“Don’t act like they don’t repulse you, Padfoot,” he insists even so. Remus can’t decide if Sirius looks more shocked or confused, as he stares into Remus’ eyes. His thick brows are narrowed, harshly, and his defined features somehow sharper.

“They don’t-, How can you-,” Sirius stammers profusely, his eyes never faltering. 

“You don’t have to lie for me,” Remus says. Sirius says nothing this time, but his features soften noticeably. His eyebrows now furrowed in concern. His jaw unclenches and his cupid bow lips go plumper and somehow more kissable than usual. A faint frown teases the corner of them. Sirius inhales one long, shaky breath and slowly leans in closer. Remus’ eyes fall to the floor, expecting to be called out, but instead, he feels something soft and damp graze his lips. Remus’ whole body freezes. So does everything around them for a moment. With Sirius’ lips pressed against his own, he can’t manage to do anything other than stare straight at him. His shock wears on even as Sirius leans away again. Their eyes meet, and the adorable smile on Sirius’ face vanishes instantly when he realises that Remus isn’t wearing one. “I don’t know why I did that!” He explains. His grey eyes cannot be mistaken for being anything but terrified, and his cheeks are tinted with a charming coat of pink. He takes a fearful step back. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Remus closes their distance slightly and his heart starts pounding faster as a result. He summons every last bit of courage he can find before he, in one quick move, places a hand behind Sirius’ head - letting his hair envelope it - pushes him close with the other, and kisses him. This time Remus’ brain registers it all. As the soft skin of their lips meets, his whole body tingles. His legs turn fuzzy and shaky in excitement and his mind numbs away in a euphoric high. Everything is warm. Everything is right. They pull apart somewhat reluctantly, but in dire need of air, and a satisfied and rather mischievous grin spreads across Sirius’ face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages,” he says.

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yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes