Wolfstar, Jily, Dorlene, but I am a multishipper so donāt let this deter you
Likes:
Rubikās cubes, Remus Lupin, RPing, writing, dogs, crocheting, David Bowie
HMU if:
You have any marauders oneshot requests; you want to RP; you want to talk about marauders; idk smth else
Keep in mind Iām pretty new to tumblr so please be patient with me. If I do something thatās not common for tumblr or not the right etiquette, please just kindly let me know. I would really appreciate it.
(Couldn't find the cupioromantic flag si pretend lol) annnnnnd td i almost had a panic attack, hated myself and went to sleep at 1am from my stupid thoughts! Yay!
The eyes are judging my wishy washy identity crisis over here.
But I went on a very short hike with my friend and their dog and then got bbq for dinner. Itās their birthday today and we needed to get the outta the house.
Today has been a literal hell brought to you by fast food service work, as usual. But I got home and finished part one of my big fat finale for L:TMM so, all things considered, I'm pretty excited!
Imma gonna @ my usual peeps, so if you guys are looking for some silly fun I hope you enjoy this!
I just started my day. so there isn't much to say other than this is my day off and I spent a good chunk of the morning looking up animation tutorials after jumping head first into it. XD
(that's not really me-- exaggerated a lot ALSO I ONLU JUST REALISED THATS A CIGERATTE NOT A PENš CAN WE PRETEND THATS A PEN PLZ I THOUGHT IT WAS THERES LIKE ALWAYS ONE IN MY HAND OR BEHIND MY EAR)
*Ahem ahem* I kept an early alarm so I would have no choice but to wake up and I wrote a bit for a Sherlock Holmes fic and a Harry Potter fic.
remus lupin always reading because he feels like it will make him look smarter.
remus lupin jealous of the fact that he has to study for hours and hours while he thinks sirius and james can just walk into any exam and ace it.
remus lupin who never stops working, even when he needs rest the most because he canāt fall behind and make waste of Dumbledore letting him be there.
remus lupin who never thinks heās smart even after making great grades because his friends always do better.
A Double Sided Rainbow - Halloween, 1981 (Oneshot)
TW: MCD (but not detailed)
959 words
The red drapes on The Potterās windows fluttered from the crisp, autumn air that circled through the house. The three people sitting on the couches seemed so solemn despite their normal tendency to break out in laughter from jokes and stories alike. A man with wavy black hair apparated into the room, and the three tensed, knowing it was time. The secret keeper changed, and there was no going back.
The orange pumpkin laid on Remus and Siriusā front porch. Theyād recently purchased their quaint home together, and they did not have much else in the way of Halloween decorations, but the pumpkins they carved together in silence the night before was the least they could do for the muggle children that would approach later that night for candy, not knowing the danger that surrounded them.
The yellow leaves on the trees outside of Godricās Hallow were all the little baby could see outside of his window. He didnāt know why he wasnāt allowed to play outside anymore. He didnāt know why he couldnāt use his little broomstick to fly around the backyard, almost giving his mother a heart attack while his father cheered, but at least he could see the leaves as they waved hello to him and goodbye to everyone else peering out.
The green grass, Sirius realized, seemed so much brighter that day as he walked to the market to buy groceries for his favorite little family as heād done twice a week since he was made the secret keeper. Even though it had changed, he saw no problems with continuing his routine. However, he always took the scenic route, walking through the park and getting to enjoy the gorgeous colors and the frigid air. It was one of the few times he could enjoy the color green, yet, for whatever reason, it just didnāt feel right today.
The blue porch Peter walked onto creaked under each step, making a shiver go up his spine. The house seemed so sweet and bright like an elderly lady picked out all of the colors, likely because one had, but wherever that lady was now, Peter knew better than to question. The moment he walked inside, any figment or idea of joy the colors could have brought him was sapped out of his shaking body, encapsulating the state he would be in for the rest of his life.
The purple dress Lily put on seemed a bit too on the nose. A witch dressing as a witch on Halloween, but she wanted to dress up for her little boy, so she decided to dress as the stereotypical muggle image of a witch, and she helped James do the same as a wizard. It was rather easy with what they had around the house, and it was enough to take a photo for Harry that they could look back on in the future when all of this was over.
The red couch was the backdrop of the photo where, before the camera could flash, there was a knock on the door. James stood up, telling Lily to hurry upstairs. He went to the door, standing tall and firm, not noticing the wand that was left behind. He knew it couldnāt be a trick-or-treater as much as he wished it could be. Instead, he just hoped it was Peter who could have forgotten something earlier that day or Sirius to come with groceries, but he knew better than to be naive. He knew what was behind that door. He knew heād never see that red couch again.
The orange cupcakes Sirius bought for The Potters landed directly on the concrete when he heard the news, intercepted as he was about to go to their house to cheer up the couple who just wanted to give their son a joyful holiday. The frosting smeared onto his pants leg as his knees gave in. He didnāt hear another thing as the mud soiled the orange frosting.
The yellow clock Remus watched as he paced back and forth seemed to tick at an increasingly slow pace to the point where he had to count aloud to make sure it was correct. But then, without much more warning, the clock stopped. He went over to it slowly, lifting it off of the wall and turning it over. He grabbed new batteries from the drawer and replaced them, but it did no good. The yellow never began to tick again.
The green flash was new coming from Siriusā wand. It was what he never wished to resort to, but he was past keeping up his moral code. It lit up the block. Nothing but green could be seen through the tearsāthrough the rage that took over his face. His body. His entire existence. That rat, that traitorous, conniving, evil little rat had to feel this. But, when the green faded, he saw enough to know that his target wasnāt there.
The blue motorbike, which Sirius poured his heart and soul into, took off into the sky with a different rider as Sirius laid beside his friend, in the room heād been in only that morning, giving the secret over to someone he thought he could trust. As he laid there in wait, bound for the inevitable arrivals, staring at the blue that faded away into the night and then at his old friend, he knew he could never trust again.
The purple glow of the telly lit up the room as Remus stood at the phone, clutching it tightly in his hand before slowly, yet never breaking the fluid motion, setting it back down on the receiver. He walked over to the telly, and he pushed the button on the top. The glow flickered to black.
