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hi everyone! it’s finally my weekend but i’ve got a friend coming over from out of town so i probably won’t be around a whole lot today. if you’d like to plot though, shoot me a message! my inbox is always open :) replies will come later tonight!

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her curiosity was instantly spiked as she saw a flash of familiar features move through the crowd and into the darkness the fire couldn’t quite reach. maybe she should have known better, nothing but trouble could come from following him of all people. but after losing amelia in the crowd, standing around looking like a lost lamb wasn’t as enticing as venturing away from the crowd to find out just exactly what sirius was up to. quietly, she slipped through the crowd herself and only allowed her steps to slow as she came on a few steps from sirius’ shadowed figure. her nose scrunched as her eyes focused on the set up firework, “what exactly are you doing?” she finally spoke, her eyes switching to focus on him, “there’s probably only going to be one way this ends up, and that horribly wrong.”

     sirius lowered his wand, brow knitting together as he faced the other. ❝ excuse you, but i was just about to put on the most impressive magical fireworks display this sad excuse for a school has ever seen. it’s going to be brilliant. ❞ sirius was entirely convinced there wasn’t a single flaw in his plan. the execution was perfect, everybody would be entertained. sure, there was the chance he might blow off a finger, but sometimes you just had to take a few risks if you wanted to enjoy life. ❝ wrong? what’s so wrong about it? just sit back and watch, you’ll see — ❞ sirius raised his wand again, turning his back to her.

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mvrymcs:

“ christ, here we go. ” mary muttered, snatching the bottle from his hand and taking a gulp before listening to him. mary nodded and hummed in all the appropriate places, taking sips every now and then. mary jumped when he hit the log, arms flailing to catch the bottle before it hit the ground. “ hou- hou-di-ni,” she tried, testing the word on her drunken tongue before nodding. she cleared her throat, straightening her back and lifting her chin. “ my verdict? my conclusion? - BULLSHIT. ”

     his nose crinkled as she snatched the bottle right from his grasp, but sirius had a quick remedy for that. ❝ how many times have i told you to stop stealing my drinks, macdonald? ❞ sirius pulled out his wand, mumbled a quick accio, watching as a new bottle zoomed into his free hand. sirius popped the cap off, flicking it away into the dirt. ❝ gesundheit, ❞ sirius said, taking another long draw from his bottle. he wiped his lips on the back of his jacket sleeve, pretending to be offended. ❝ bullshit? bullshit, you say? ❞ sirius clucked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. ❝ i’d like to hear about one of your grand escapes, if you think my story is so shit. ❞

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prvngsp:

james grinned at sirius’ words. ❝i’m fireproof with or without my spiffy head boy badge. makes me look like a real fuckin’ tool, though, doesn’t it ?❞ he chuckled. he didn’t wear the badge when he didn’t need to. there were some people who flaunted their prefect badges, even–but if anything, it was just extra weight he felt obligated to carry this year. so, when at all possible, he chose to leave it behind for a few moments. ❝only if you do it with me, pad.❞ he furrowed his brows–a surprisingly serious look for such a mildly buzzed boy, before continuing, his hand on sirius’ shoulder now. ❝because you know you’re my brother, right ? and the only way i wanna go out in this world,❞ he took a second to withhold a hiccup, his hand reaching down for his drink while he spoke, ❝is alongside you, in blazing glory, with fireworks going off while we’re using our last words to tell the world that it was a pretty boring place to spend our heroically short lives anyway.❞

     ❝ you already were a tool, mate. but yeah, the badge makes you look like an even bigger tool. ❞ a cocky grin spread across sirius’s lips, and it was with a low chortle that he brought the bottle back up to his lips. his attention drifted back towards the bonfire, and he watched for a moment as the flames flickered and roared. ❝ y’know, mate, that would’ve been a beautiful sentiment if you weren’t the biggest ass kisser in the whole damn school. sorry, but your cheesy lines aren’t going to work on me any more than they work on any of the girls. ❞ nevertheless, sirius threw his free arm around james’s shoulder, the grin on his face broadening. ❝ but you know what, prongs? i bet if evans saw you so bravely jumping over a fire like that, she’d definitely let you back into her knickers. you know, seeing as how you broke her heart and all this summer. ❞

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amclis:

       a clump of her hair was stuck together .  the cause hadn’t been gum . there was nothing pink acting as glue between the strands of hair .  and she had just washed her hair an hour ago .  HOW UNFORTUNATE .  her lips were turned into a frown as she walked aimlessly ,  trying to pour water over her hair  -   -  only she had accidentally used a cup of vodka instead .  served her right for complaining about the quality of booze .  she had only stopped at the site of a certain gryffindor with his wand out and a few fireworks  (  unapproved by the hufflepuff quidditch team ,  mind you  ) .  “  B L A C K  !   are you trying to blow us all up or set the entire fuckin’ place on fire ? ”  her hand left her hair ,  already forgetting about what had occupied her mind earlier . 

     the sharp call of his surname initially gave him pause, and with a heavy sigh, sirius turned to face the source of the voice. amelia. he should’ve known she’d find him about to cause some sort of mischief. ❝ i’m trying to light the best damn fireworks all of hogwarts has ever seen, ❞ sirius said, punctuating his statement with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. ❝ if you hadn’t been so rude as to interrupt me, that is. now, you mind if i...? ❞ sirius trailed off, jerking his head in the direction of the fireworks, a few stray strands of hair flicking across his cheek as he did. 

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lestrvnged:

     his breath swirled as it rose, mixing with the composition of the ground’s frigid atmosphere. monotone droning grated on his raucous perception, craven tongues tainted by intoxicated syllables. the black lake held more merit than this incessant rubbish. it took minuscule deliberation for a purposed gait to commence its retreating stride, futile festivities forsaken to their exuberant horde. and there, upon his departing motive – skulking in his shadowed itinerary – posed the estranged black. a dark brow lifted. “ at least someone does something interesting. ”

     the spell caught on sirius’s tongue, and he whipped around in the direction of the voice, his wand tight in his grasp. grey eyes narrowed at the presence of the intruder, the sliver of moonlight giving him enough of a glimpse of who had found him. ❝ you a bit lost, lestrange? i don’t particularly fancy any long walks with slytherins tonight, so you can bugger off. ❞

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     bored. sirius was bored. however, he’d prepared for such an event. it was with a smirk that he opened his rucksack, pulling out several products he’d picked up at zonkos. after paying a hefty sum of gold, he’d convinced the shop owner to get an order of fireworks in for this particular event, and with a devious grin, sirius snuck off away from the light of the fire to put on the real show. sure, the fireworks were a bit of dangerous magic, but he expected the only worse for wear he’d come from setting them off would be a few singed strands of hair. nothing to worry about. sirius let out a breath, sticking the end of one in the ground and taking a few steps back. he pulled out his wand, the spell to ignite it on the edge of his lips.

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prvngsp:

james never took an issue with having a little fun. in fact, doing so was one of his strong suits; a redeeming quality of his, even. a cup in hand, he let a smirk slip onto his face as he thought out loud, ❝ i’d bet anything that someone either loses a life trying to prove they can jump over the span of that fire tonight, or… perhaps… gains a legacy. ❞ 

     ❝ why don’t you be the first to find out, mate? doesn’t that shiny head boy badge of yours make you fireproof? ❞ sirius smirked, raising a bottle to his lips and taking a light swig. he elbowed his best friend hard in the ribs and laughed. ❝ go on, mate, give it a go.  ❞

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mvrymcs:

” look, i hate to be THAT guy, ” mary started before taking a large gulp of her drink, ” but you’re making no fucking sense. ”

     ❝ i’m not making sense? well fuck me sideways. let me try it again, alright, ❞ sirius said, lowering the bottle of firewhiskey from his lips. he held it aloft, squinting at the bottle a moment before bringing it back to his lips. after making a grand show of clearing his throat, sirius began, ❝ alright, so there i was, sneaking over to the one eyed witch passage after hours. i hear mrs. norris coming, that old bitch, and all of a sudden peeves comes floating ‘round the corner, singing some ridiculous song about a witch and a toadstool. i take out my wand, shoot a hex at him, and bam — ❞ sirius thumped his hand on the log he was sitting on, ❝ he starts screaming about students out of bed, i slip in the passageway, and there’s not a thing left for that damn cat to tie to me. so there i go, off scott free. the point is, though, i’m a damn escape artist. i could be on the same level as that muggle guy, what’s his name harry howard? ho — well, he’s some famous asshole anyway. ❞

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so here it is, the one, the only official first intro post by yours truly. that other little thing didn’t count, by the way. hi to all! i’m tara ( she/her, 23, est ), and this is my sexy boo sirius aka padfoot aka your resident life ruiner. i just got off work so i’m a tad loopy, forgive me if some of this doesn’t make sense. if you’d like to know more about me ( lol what ), i’m going to keep myself shrouded in mystery until you spam me for plots. #clickbaited. 

( tw: mentions of abuse )

▲ — THOMAS MCDONELL; SIRIUS BLACK is a PUREBLOOD in their SEVENTH year, making them SEVENTEEN. for being a GRYFFINDOR they’re pretty CHARMING & RESOURCEFUL, while also being FOOLHARDY & REBELLIOUS. ( cismale & he/him )

as a child, conformity was key in the black household. if you didn’t conform to the idea that purebloods were hot shit, or that mudbloods and blood traitors were the scum of the earth, you can bet your ass walburga would make you skip dinner and send you to your room with a red, hand-shaped bruise on your cheek. much of sirius’s childhood was spent with the imprint of walburga’s backhand across his face.

sirius has a scar across his lip from one of mrs. black’s rings, something he got as a little boy ( he’d made the mistake of asking her what was so wrong with muggles, they wore cool clothes and had awesome taste in music ) that never quite healed.

sirius was pretty good at hiding his feelings about his family until the sorting hat put him in gryffindor. after that, it was all very much downhill. his parents considered him a lost cause, a good-for-nothing with no talent who would never become anyone, and for a long time that’s how he saw himself. worthless. what was the point of trying if nobody cared how he did?

as soon as teenage rebellion hit sirius, it hit hard. he did everything under the sun to make sure his parents absolutely loathed him, and spent much of his time running of to james’s house or staying out all night as a way of avoiding his parents.

he never really bothered applying himself in his classes because he didn’t see how grades mattered. however, sirius was naturally somebody who was very good at the practical application of magic. he could nail just about any spell the first time around, and had a certain wit about him. perhaps he’d never be the type to spend hours studying, but give him a shot at a spell with his wand and he’d practice for days. very much a kinesthetic learner.

sirius has developed an “i’m not good enough” complex that’s haunted him since he was a boy. what he really craves is validation, and that’s probably why he’s such good friends with the marauders. they make him feel like he’s worth something, like he’s found a purpose and a place to belong. he never much had that sense with his family, hence his running away to live with james over the past summer.

sirius is very smug and arrogant. he’s also the type of guy that “isn’t into anything sirius ( i hate that i just made that joke ),” but it, “isn’t you, it’s just me.” he breaks hearts, and not because he can, but because he really just has no idea what he wants. he’s seventeen and fickle and he doesn’t think he’s worth being in a relationship with anyone. basically, he doesn’t think he deserves it. good luck convincing him.

his best class is probably transfiguration or defense, and the only one he doesn’t really excel in is potions. he’s not the best at getting things down to an exact science, and hates spending time stirring cauldrons. subtle arts are lost on him, for the most part.

yay he can turn in to a fluffy black dog. sometimes roams around the campus when he’s feeling down requesting to be patted. give him pats or feel his wrath. 

sirius very much considers it a personal betrayal that james was made head boy. barf. he constantly teases james about it, and also moony is still a prefect, so what the hell is he doing hanging out with those posers.

whoops that got a bit long. i could’ve added more, but i figure most of you are familiar with sirius so i should stop while i’m ahead. give him love, give him attention because lord knows he needs it. and, as always, if you want to plot hmu i am always down even if i take 8 hours to respond because i’m at work. super excited to be rping with you lovelies <3

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wow guys hi i’ll post a proper intro in...i dunno sometime tonight but! i apologize for my lateness i have a very late work schedule and don’t get off until 9pm (est) most nights so i’ll be late to the party 9/10 unless it’s sunday or monday :) but now i’m here and ready to plot so hmu!!

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Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger.

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