Vox gets Alastor as his prisoner and one of the first things he does is make Alastor go on a date with him.
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Vox gets Alastor as his prisoner and one of the first things he does is make Alastor go on a date with him.
Different first impressions
My favourite part of being an artist is when I realise I can in fact draw whatever I want.
Anyway, this is a doodle of Vox getting umm, oh he's just eh, resting.
"I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android..."
@moozyarts fucking strikes again! Not only did they give us a fucking masterpiece yesterday but now they’ve gone and added THIS to the same band AU 🥰
A little extra doodle under the cut
Idk man, someone added some funny ass tags so I just wanted to set the record STRAIGHT
Just so we are all on the same page, I have NOT, against all popular evidence, drawn Remus marking Sirius like the wolf he is. That would be highly unprofessional of me. I have a life, yknow. And and and principles! And like, things… to do. And I don’t have TIME for whimsy wolfstar!
Anyway.
Forgot to share her so here
rosekiller 🙌🏼
My friends are better than yours!! (no, but they are amazing and I need to hype them up because wtf?!?!?)
So @thislovespiralwrites and I were talking about Sirus and Marlenes friendship! to which they wrote me this wonderful little blurb
Marlene McKinnon was the human embodiment of fire. She burned bright, she burned hot, and she could destroy with little to no effort on her part. Just a hand brushing gently over her guitar could make goosebumps break out over her soft skin, but those same hands could be violent. She’d grown used to having to defend herself, her small size making her a target on her own. Marlene was violent when she wanted to be, soft when she chose to be, and for the right people, her fire would keep you warm. If Marlene was fire, Sirius Black was an explosion. You could almost see the pressure building up within them, the way their leg would bounce under their desk as they wrote, the way they would find their words flying out of their mouth faster than their brain could put them together. The way they would always have tried on one or two outfits before settling on the one that was just right. By the time Sirius took the stage, fingers wrapped around the mic stand, voice begging to be let free, they were nearly uncontained. The moment Marlene strummed the first chords, it was as though she lit the fuse, and something in Sirius was alive in a way it always was with Marlene. Two people, so dangerous, so powerful, but together magical. As Marlene played the opening riff, Sirius’ voice came out strong and powerful, and he glanced over to where Remus stood with his fingers poised over his keyboard, longing to join the two of them, but waiting until Dorcas came in with the drums. Dorcas and Remus were additions to the band that took Sirius and Marlene by surprise. It was akin to a fire burning so strong and uncontained, only to be controlled and tamed, fireworks shooting up into the air rather than exploding before they had the chance or potential for beauty. Remus knew just what Sirius needed for them to succeed, and Dorcas could almost read Marlene’s mind. Together, the four of them became Starlight. As the music played and the small but loyal crowd in the bar they played every Friday night sang along with the cover songs Sirius sang, Marlene felt as though she was the most powerful person in the room. Any time she and Sirius were on this stage, playing so close you could occasionally hear Marlene’s vocals behind theirs, it reminded her of why they worked so well together. A firework is nothing without a flame to light it, and a flame is deadly without a reason to burn.
Which I then ofc had to share with @moozyarts my beloved. WHO THEN PROCEEDED TO DRAW THIS IN A DAY!!?!??!?!?!? IN A FUCKING DAY YOU GUYS!
YOOOOOOO me and @thislovespiralwrites IN THE SAME POST - oh how worlds collides ;P
Seriously tho, “a flame is deadly without a reason to burn”? Yeah, as if I had a CHOICE after reading that - this drawing was practically forced out of me by the unknowable powers of writing, like cmon, be fr, was I supposed to resist??
Anyway, here are a bunch of other versions and WIPs cuz clearly I was having too much fun✌️😏😌
So like... I could write an entire crash out, but why don't I just show it instead
It's @glitchedcrows 's fault.
crimson rivers edit!
song - the water is fine (crimson edition) by chloe ament, audio - podfic by @glitchedcrows
@moozyarts the absolute beloved that they are made more marauders art which means I get to be annoying and change my pfp between Regulus and Sirius depending on my mood 😅
HAH yeah imma make 'em fuck like crazy in that closet.
I’M ACTUALLY NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW!!! How am I supposed to live my life normally when @moozyarts goes and does shit like this with no warning 🤯😍🥵
I sent @moozyarts a silly little post and they came back a few hours later with this?!?!?!
COMPLETELY UNPROMTED AND THEY MADE A LITTLE LAWYER AU!!! Time for me to go become a fic writer I guess cus they gave me a whole story with this in dms 👀
aaaand just a little more to top it off.
because smoke breaks, breaking the law and broken hearts all go together.
I... Can't believe I'm back on Tumblr only to immediately fall into the lethal clutches of the Mauraders fandom. anyway, here's some Black Brothers angst, because quite frankly I've yet to see anyone headcanon that they're capable of happiness or positive thinking. So I made Reg appropriately miserable.
This is @glitchedcrows 's fault. Wtf.
I've never been a writer but I saw a post about Sirius' silver eyes and couldn't get this out of my head...so here's an attempt at something. (I also tried to write it into a @wolfstarmicrofic prompt)
first heartbreak - wolfstar - word count: 743
Remus chews on the nib of his quill as he re-reads the same sentence for the fifth time, ignoring the wet feeling on his lips as the ink is surely staining them.
He'd told the other marauders he had an essay to write, but really he just needed a moment to think. It had been impossible to keep his thoughts straight, all he could think about was those-
"Moony?"
His head snaps up and there they are, those eyes.
A grey storm pulling you into it's depths, keeping you trapped. They look colder today, or maybe he's just imagining because he feels cold looking at them. He watches as Sirius graze flicks down to his lips and he realizes he's still chewing on his quill. Sirius watched Remus wipe at his mouth with the cuff of his robes before meeting his eyes again.
"Can we talk?"
Sirius’ voice cracks a little at the end as he shifts nervously from foot to foot. He's clearly uncomfortable with Remus’ gaze on him which is exactly why Remus doesn't look away. He did this, Sirius did this so he can deal with the consequences. He resides to make the other boy suffer a little longer before he finally looks away, his voice coming out harsh and cold.
"No."
He can hear Sirius fidget on the other side of the table as he shuffles around to pack up his things.
He's not looking back up but he's very aware that he's being watched.
“Please, moony-"
Don't call me that!"
The words comes out as more of a growl and he almost flinches at the harshness of his own voice but he's bad enough.
"You lost any right to call me that when you decided to go and do this prank"
He says the last word with so much venom that, despite not looking at him, it's noticeable his Sirius flinches at the harshness of it.
"Remus…please I just want to talk.. just let me-“
"What?"
He can't help but interrupt as the anger builds in him. The moon just passed but the wolf isn't quite gone yet and Sirius is not helping him control his anger. He can hear the other boy open and close his mouth trying to get his words out.
"I just want to talk…”
But Remus has had enough, as he picks up the last book he finally looks up to meet Sirius' eyes and the mistiness of them is almost enough to make him falter. The grey of the storm is nothing new but they're not supposed to be accompanied but the ocean surrounding the storm.
But then he remembers how he once compares those eyes to silver. Silver which usually hurts him, but not this silver. Not those eyes, they were always so kind and made him feel safe. And the anger comes back in full force.
" You want to talk so bad? Sure let's talk”
And Remus can't hold it back anymore; he lets all his emotions from the past few days spill out. He lets Sirius have it all because he deserves to know how much he hurt Remus.
"Let's talk about how you did the worst thing imaginable and went and told my secret, huh?
Not only that but you went and told it to snivellus of all people! And for what? For a stupid bloody prank? You could have gotten him killed? You could have gotten me killed? If the ministry found out...do you even realize how bad this could have been? I TRUSTED YOU! And what did you do with that trust? Turned around and spat it back in my face apparently.”
Sirius opens his mouth ready to answer my Remus just raises a hand silencing him as he shakes his head.
"No. Just no. I'm done. Leave me alone Black."
He sees the impact of the name and a small part of him relishes the sight of the other boy's pain. He loves him so deeply and so dearly and that's why this hurts so much.
He turns and heads towards the exit. Despite hearing Sirius call after him he doesn't slow down until he's gotten far away from that voice. From those beautifully dangerous eyes. He doesn't know where he's going, just away from the hurt.
Sirius' eyes was the only silver that didn't hurt Remus. They were safe until they weren't. Then they hurt more than any other silver ever had.
More sketches
@moozyarts strikes again
They started listening to the crimson rivers podfic which has blessed us with this lovely masterpiece of James from chapter two 👀 no one gets to touch his hair