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Sirius: Truth or dare?

Remus: Truth.

Sirius: I dare you to kiss me.

Remus: *Kisses Sirius*

Peter: He didn't even choose dare?

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you ever make an oc SO GOOD- and all you want to do is sit and read fanfics about them BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE YOU MADE THEM UP

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remus lupin.

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just found out about benjy fenwick…….its safe to assume im thoroughly obsessed and need to know every detail and headcanon out there. 🙇🏻‍♀️

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who do you kin in the marauders era?

okay i literally NEVER know the answer to this question but i think it’s a mix of sirius and james!

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they mean sm to me actually

His smile when he says “Louis” so softly, convinced he’ll be able to pull him back from this awful experience too, as he always does.

Then the lack of response, his smile disappearing, the realisation unraveling in his eyes as he follows Louis’s movements when he leaves room. The panic unfolding, his breath shaking, the awareness he’s about to lose the love of his life and the despair to prevent it. You may not feel bad for Armand here but from his POV this whole sequence is soul shattering.

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since there are some new friends here (HIIII) i’m gonna do a little interest/fandom dump so you all know what im gonna be posting about 🧚🏻‍♀️

- the marauders (and golden trio era)

- interview with the vampire

- the outsiders (and broadway)

- percy jackson

- lightlark (marauders au MWAHAHAHA @underthesamemoonnn )

- mr harry styles (1D)

—> YK i’ll be posting about duplicity/complicity, stall, devils due/desire, the malignant trio

- little women

- supernatural (sam girl in the house)

- marvel

- fantasy high (MOST d20 campaigns!!!)

there’s more but i have a goldfish brain….. ILY

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#byebyetiktok

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Trust wasn’t an easy thing for Remus. People had hurt him, he had hurt himself. The world was full of vile, evil, corrupt, hateful souls. he never knew the comforts that came with trusting someone. Until you. The word suddenly had meaning. Remus could and would have shared everything, every piece of his life with you without a second thought. No hesitation. Even upon meeting, before having a clear perception of you as a person. He would place his beating heart in your hands even if you had a knife in the other, for he trusted you that much.

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the vibes i bring to the table:

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writer!remus x sirius’ twin sister, Procyon ⭐️

Remus knew exactly what to write when given the prompt; personify an object. The answer was simple, already laying in his lap. You.

Procyon.

The most luminous star in the Canis Minor constellation, tied to her brother Sirius. The eighth most luminous star in the entire night sky. Bright and independent and yet here she lays, fast asleep in my bed. She is peaceful and kind, bringing ease and joy to those around her. The kind of comfort you only feel with someone truly special. The light in the darkness, listening to those who need it most. She lays still; eyes closed, nose whistling slightly. Her thoughts swarmed with the weight of the world, taking on everything for everyone to lighten their loads. She is the protecter of all and yet she trusts me to watch her rest. I get to protect the guiding light in the night sky.

Me, the moon, and her, a star.

Me, a boy, and her, a girl.

As the sun spills through the window, the birds chirping in the life of the sunlight; Procyon rests. Her nose twitches, her body clung to mine as she sleeps off her long night. She watches me in the dark and I her in the light. When she wakes she will kiss my forehead and return to her place in the sky, taking on what happens while mortals sleep. Soaking up all sadness and anger from the tortured, filling them instead with love and warmth. Her kindness goes unsung. But not by me. I know how hard she works to take care of everyone, leaving little to no time for herself. That’s my job. I patch her up from the wounds of the world that she graciously takes onto her aching body. I am the comfort she seeks after a long lonely night. I am where she rests, where she heals. I watch her sleep.

Procyon. The eighth brightest star. The greatest love of my life.

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sailor song by gigi perez is about nobleflower. i don’t make the rules 🤭

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i’m starting a poet/writer remus series based off what he’s written in my dr 🤭

this first one was prompted by cannibalism as a metaphor for love….. hehehehehe i love him so bad actually

to love. to desire. to crave.

crave, that’s the word. that hunger, that drive behind the feeling. the feeling of love. devotion. offering yourself to another. every part. satisfying that craving. to love is to feed. feed the other. giving more than you can, more than you should. taking more than you should. to love is to share. share your bodies. touch, feel, taste. i’m starving.

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remus lupin is a poet. little baby boy is writing sonnets dedicated to friendship and stars and love. but would rather die than admit who they are about.

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When he leaned over to give you a puff you took it gratefully, if only for the proximity. You weren’t much of a smoker, but for Remus you’d let your lungs rot.

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the type of lover theodore nott is:

(the boy who loves like a mother)

it’s not his fault really, it’s the only love he’s ever known. selene did everything for him; combed his hair, carefully healed his wounds, fixed him a plate before she got any herself, etc. she wouldn’t dream of doing anything for herself until he was happy and fed. he’d only ever been shown deep unconditional love or the opposite; total and complete detestation. so, he loves like a mother, his mother. theodore nott carries your favorite candies with him, along side his own, in case you ever have a craving. theodore nott reminds you to take breaks when you’re studying so you don’t burn out, offering distractions and a carefully crafted cup of tea. theodore nott listens and listens and does not even think about speaking until he’s absolutely sure you’re done, taking in every word. theodore nott does not ever, under any circumstance, let go of a hug first. ever. theodore nott is a boy who loves like a mother, his mother.

thank you selene.