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away to bed for now, but do feel free to tap the heart for a little starter tomorrow! if i’m not certain where to take it, i’ll see about a bit of plotting with you first.

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i like to imagine the ‘snuffles’ nickname was the joint fault of the marauders. 

he was probably caught one day in dog form by mcgonall and looked to his ever-trusted best mates for help smoothing the situation over. instead what he got was james frantically going, “ERM yeah, this is my erm, auntie’s dog! he’s staying with us after the neutering! the dog’s, i mean, not my aunt’s! he’s had his twig and berries off---” peter nods the whole time, as convincingly as possible. followed by remus calmly cutting in, “we’re just taking care of snuffles here until james’ aunt picks him up. it’s only for a few hours.” when a highly suspicious mcgonagall finally left, the marauders burst into laughter and sirius, transforming back, muttered, “i hate you all” before joining in the hysterics. the name snuffles just sticks after that.

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“Shut your mouth an’ step to me.”

          “not stepping anywhere near you if you’ve been scoffing pineapple pizza.”

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“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

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@heavensforbid    /    here.

         sirius only grins, pushing aside a tapestry and flitting through first, fully expectant that raz will follow him. for all his whingeing, he seems remarkably keen on the idea of a good midnight snack. “i skinny dip in that lake all the time,” he brags, voice pitched quiet and soft, “doesn’t bother me. gonna have to find a more creative way of expressing your distaste if we wind up scrubbing out cauldrons again.”            good thing the marauders have so much of the castle mapped out; he could find his way down to the kitchens blind. and if any prefects come along, he and raz have their handy little trick for sneaking off. he’s fairly confident there’ll be no disasters tonight.           “hurry up. i’m proper craving a pumpkin pasty now.” 

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tag dump: important relations edition.

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ppl talk about how dramatic sirius was in poa, but like that definitely ran in the family bc regulus went and specifically found another locket to replace the horcrux with, and did you read his note lmfao. “i want you to know that it was i who discovered your secret….” like lmfao both black bros were dramatic little nerds

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death by puns   /   @lupiinee

          for a doubtlessly blessed second, there’s an absence of puns. sirius looks like he might just stop --- alas, he doesn’t. he feels challenged to continue, now! “you’re being pawsitively stubborn about this.” and the devil-may-care cut of his grin dares remus to hex him. 

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sirius & dog traits: the headcanon

the animagus form is not chosen, but reflects some already existing traits within the person. sirius’ dog form is particularly apt. 

possessiveness.  once sirius thinks of someone as his, in whatever capacity of the term, he becomes sightly possessive. not in an unhealthy way, just in a ‘this is my person’ way. biggest book cue is his behaviour around molly weasley with harry: his insistence that harry is his godson, his family, and not hers. he doesn’t intend to be cruel here precisely; harry is just one of his people, the very few he has left, and he’ll not have anyone questioning that. this behaviour absolutely extends to the marauders in their young years; sirius doesn’t appreciate anyone encroaching on their group dynamic, and takes a long time to get accustomed to new people. 

protectiveness.   he’ll do anything to defend the people he loves; sirius is a ride-or-die person. he lives in a fucking cave, eating rats, so that he can be close by on the off chance harry ever needs him during his fourth year. 

loyalty.    again: ride or die. he’s stubbornly loyal. 

physical affection.     this one is situational. he certainly doesn’t display the dog trait of offering just anyone his affection. you have to be close and trusted. once you are, catch sirius lounging nearby with his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you, or sprawling lazily with his legs across your lap. this habit is significantly lessened after his years in azkaban, as years of touch-starvation cause him to flinch away from it and offer it sparingly. 

movements and sounds.    ‘bark-like laugh’ is chief among these. his habit of shaking hair from his eyes, also. he goes very still prior to a fight, or when he’s concentrating --- likened to a dog scenting prey. in his older years, he develops a habit of carrying things between his teeth. 

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the marauders share a single braincell between them. people may be fooled into assuming remus usually has it but they’d be wrong. it’s equally shared. 

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"several bad choices have led me to this moment."

meme.    /    @flamereign

          “oh, stop fussing. it’s only a few cursed objects.” sirius ushers the curse-breaker inside, grinning from ear to ear. he’s called in a few old hogwarts favours and a lot of pleading to convince lea to sort out his problems at a heavily reduced rate. handy, that. old connections and all. sirius waits for him to remove his coat and guides him to the kitchen, where the ... main issues are. already, the teakettle is issuing ominous sounds and the muggle toaster he’s grown rather fond of is burping crumbs of bread up into the air. sirius gestures grandly.          “see, this here is what i get for accepting flat-warming gifts from relatives.” not his mother and father, of course; they likely don’t even know where he lives, much less that it’s in a cosy little flat of his own. but his cousins had shown up with gifts and well, sirius is nastily aware he needs to save as much money as he can to do this getting-by-alone thing. he’d stupidly taken the lot.           “the kettle keeps turning my tea to ash and the curse seems to be spreading ‘round everything in here. like all my bloody kitchenware has caught the flu or something. i’d offer you a cuppa while you work, but, well.” 

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( @mapawder continued from x )

༺🌕༻ James had been able to keep a secret from him about as well as anyone could expect between the Marauders — which was to say terribly. Remus had figured something was amiss for the better part of the week, particularly when they spoke of Summer plans and the way Sirius’ gaze would wander and he’d fidget a bit on the spot.

  He’d done his best to pretend he hadn’t noticed, but things had become so terribly awkward that his own need for clarity between them dictated he settle matters on the spot, and so he’d confronted the boy in the common room before bed, when the rest had retreated to their dorms.

  But even having possessed the inkling that he did, standing here now in front of the male and gazing into those avoidant eyes, Remus felt the gravity of it all as it weighed down his friend’s shoulders.

  “Sirius…” he spoke softly, barely above a breath, uncertain at first what to say before quickly he piped up, “you know you’re always welcome at the farm as well — Dad has always liked you three, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the extra company now that mom’s gone,” he urged him, instinctively scooting a bit closer on the couch as he tipped his head to search the other’s face.

  “You know, you don’t have to pretend around me…” he reminded him, remembering how embarrassing it had been trying to keep tears back around them all when his mother had passed away, but thankful for the relief that came after when he’d simply let it go; there wasn’t much to hide at this point. ༺🌕༻ 

          emotions are all so terribly awkward and inconvenient. sirius doesn’t know if he wants to be angry or sad, and the feelings just get more tangled up once remus starts looking at him in that awfully understanding way. sirius drops his gaze, coughs to clear his throat of the sobs building up there.

          “i know,” he mutters, because the lupins have always made him welcome and he’s always adored the farm. if peter were present, sirius is sure he’d offer his family abode up too. the kindness lays heavy atop his shoulders, a warmth he doesn’t quite know what to do with because he’s always liked to pretend he doesn’t need it. it’s when remus brings up his mother that sirius meets his eyes again, softening at the memories of his friend trying to hide tears behind his hands. they’d all banded together and quietly been there for him through that, hadn’t they? he’d needed them, and they’d stuck by his side.            remus is a bit like sirius, sometimes, he thinks: shoves the emotions down, gets all embarrassed when they surge back up. doesn’t seem to feel he can show it when he’s hurting. he still manages to be more open than sirius does.            “useless trying to pretend with you, anyway. you always bloody know.” sirius sniffles, hates the sound immediately. “i’m a bit scared.” 

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willowguarded replied to your post ““ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ””

@mapawder @pr0ngs You’re both lucky Remus is passed out peacefully in bed.

          sirius would like it known that he shall be waking remus the instant he gets back to regale him with the tale of how he nearly lost a hand to a blast-ended skrewt.

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sirius is the first british muse i’ve ever written and my little british heart is delighted for the excuse to use appalling amounts of ‘sod’ and ‘bugger’

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“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

meme.    /    @pr0ngs

          “i think it’s high time i registered my growing concern for your thing with belly buttons,” sirius decides, lighting up his wand with a muttered spell to better see the creatures scuttling about their little enclosure. “as your best mate, i’m obligated to warn you i may consider disowning you if you get any weirder.” ( says the idiot sneaking out in the dead of night in his pajamas with his bigger-idiot mate to see if blast-ended skrewts are, in fact, in possession of belly buttons. sirius must, he thinks, accept that this friendship may well endure a rather long time. )           blast-ended skrewts are vile little things. more stingers and suckers and explode-y bits than any creature ought rightfully to have. he’s half-convinced they were bred as weapons of war, and has extended this theory many a time to his fellow marauders. wiggling his way over their fence and into their enclosure is a rather foolish thing to do, so of course it’s precisely what sirius does. might as well get a good look at the little sods.           “c’mon, then,” he hisses to james, crouching by the nearest skrewt --- which jiggles its stinger ominously. “it’d be a shame if i was the only one to wind up in the hospital wing tonight.” 

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“What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard that ever existed?” said Black, with a terrible fury in his face. “Only innocent lives, Peter!” / “You don’t understand!” whined Pettigrew, “He would have killed me, Sirius!” / “THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”

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Inner thigh kisses are important