altalune

love, anger, depression, joy, dreams and zeppelin 20 🪡🎩🦷🪶🫒🦪🍴🤹‍♀️🎼🎯🛸🎠🏰🎞️🕯️🗡️🔭🗝️🪞🃏

[unpunishably]

[coffeestainedstars]

sirius has the prettiest eyelashes of any man

[mmambosunn]

He also speaks through his eyes every emotion is displayed if you know how to read them

[mmambosunn]

James walking backwards just to keep talking to regulus, it happens when they’re out but also at home. He taunts and teases him with a devastating smirk on his face, when he bumps into the bed he sits down and pulls regulus in by his belt

[mmambosunn]

Wolfstar getting into a fight and Sirius storming off. He locks himself in a room and crouches down feeling the urge to rip his hair out because of what he said. He constantly carries this guilt with him and hates how his childhood created this fight or flight response during arguments. His first instinct being not to resolve them but to protect himself from harm because his body can’t tell the difference between a disagreement and a threat.

[ykcherries]

his hands, pull away the gristle stuck between his teeth moodboard

a sirius orion black centered au

“does your insatiable greed blind you from the red of my blood, why can you only see my crystal tears?”

[ykcherries]

waiter waiter can i order uh one cowboy vampire wolfstar headcannon please, i promise to tip handsomely

one cowboy vampire wolfstar coming right up

emma bambi !! this has been sitting in my drafts forever you’ll have to excuse me. i have two headcanons on my mind lately

first one is how wolfstar learn to live with each other and fall slowly into this comforting domestic schedule, this is before remus finds out sirius is a vampire of course. it starts with sirius being curious about every little thing remus has. the living room in remus’s house was big, with eggshell white walls covered with hundreds of pictures and dried flowers hanging upside down. all the stuff from his childhood he never took down. but when sirius looked up and down at the corner library filled with books, a familiarity from back home he embraced. books reminded him of regulus. so, weeks passed and remus noticed this longing stare at the shelves, as sirius was too hesitant to ask for things yet. remus got up, took out his favorite book, and just handed it to sirius. because this stranger in front of him was like a language only remus knew and could read. sirius finished that book on that exact day, on the same sofa spot. that was the first time neither had any walls around them, it was just them and the air that changed into something softer, sweeter, calmer. something new.

another one is the idea of remus having a brother he lost when he was younger. now remus is all grown up, living on the farm his father left to him. it was never remus’s dream to stay and take care of the farm. “if you could go anywhere and do anything rem, where does your mind take you” his much older brother whispered to him one day, while they were resting on the porch swing. “a writer, i’d go far away and write” he replied instantly. his brother who was 10 years older than him, somehow making up for the on and off presence of their father, teaching remus everything about the world. “there’s never only good and bad, learn to feel for yourself, remus, angels may be in disguise but so will death come up to your door in a sweet dress and you won’t know which is which.”

when remus turned 14, his brother was 24 and driving in the hard rain back home. when remus turned 14 the warning sirens started sounding. when remus turned 14 and a day, his brother still hadn’t come home.

[mmambosunn]

even the iron still fears the rot

[mmambosunn]

Tune me

Mary as a violinist and Lily as a harpist.

They don’t say it out loud, but perfection has a sound and they’re both striving to find it. It’s in the way Lily plays like she’s trying to outrun something, like every note needs to land harder than the last, in the way Mary’s bow flies across the strings, making it look effortless to everyone else.

They don’t talk about how admiration turns, how it can sour into resentment, into jealousy, how easily those things tangle together, how they bring out each other’s worst insecurities.

Mary doesn’t talk about the times she catches flashes of red hair slipping out of the room she practices in. Lily doesn’t talk about the way Mary brushes off conversations about upcoming recitals.

Still, they can’t ignore each other’s sound and aren’t trying to. Even if it hurts, even if it sometimes overtakes their their complex relationship.

In a world where perfection is the only thing that matters, they’re all strings, pull too hard and they break, loosen them and the notes fall flat. But as long as they stay in tune, they make something right

[mmambosunn]

where your western sunshine met my deep southern west

[thetidemice]

weird animal flipbooks i made

[mmambosunn]

[mmambosunn]

Wolfstar who aren’t together yet dancing at the bar, driving each other mad with how close they are, until Remus goes to the bathroom and comes out to see Sirius leaning against a sink, an air of defiance on his face, daring Remus to do something. Remus considers it for a second before walking off, but Sirius knows by the look on his face that he’s supposed to follow.They both cross the bar in big strides, Sirius bumping into a few people while Remus seemingly makes it out before him, so when Sirius gets outside and doesn’t see Remus, he frantically looks around before he feels a hand grip his wrist and pull him in. Before he knows it, he’s shoved against a wall, Remus pressed against him and roughly asking, “Yes?” Sirius simply pulls him in by his shirt.

[mmambosunn]

[lumoxy]

yearning ♡

[ricochetyears]

sirius and remus who both go crazy at the first touch of a searing guitar riff or a deep bass line vibrating through their bodies, and that’s why they click so instantly. they feel music on a spiritual level, so when they share it, headphones split between them or lying on the floor with the record player spinning, it becomes something close to a religious experience

[mmambosunn]

My favorite genre of music is anything that sounds ethereal

[basietta]

faith has been broken, tears must be cried

let’s do some living after we die

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59801854 (my inspiration!!!! absolutely loved this fic go and read it pls!!!!)