#Hinkypunk

[eatorfuck]

In folklore, a will-o'-the-wisp, will-o'-wisp, or ignis fatuus is an atmospheric ghost light seen by travellers at night, especially over bogs, swamps or marshes.... In folklore, will-o'-the-wisps are typically attributed as ghosts, fairies or elemental spirits meant to reveal a path or direction. These wisps are portrayed as dancing or flowing in a static form, until noticed or followed, in which case they visually fade or disappear.

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

I went to B&Q today and look what I found amongst the extremely bizarre paint names:

guess someone there is a joker out fan 🥰🥰🥰

[avielex]

Whew. Wild year.

I think my improvement this year around is more subtle than most of my other years, but I'm fine with that! I'm just happy with how many bangers came out of this one :]

Art notes:

- Softer colour transitions helped by adding gradients atop the base colour (i called it the "ambient gradient" but I'm not sure if there's a technical principle it's rooted into)

- TEXTURED!! STROKES!! AND FILLS!!! (CSP layer properties + flat watercolour brush, you two are the MVPs)

- Bolder colours after getting more used to saturated colour picks (my eyes are finally getting less useless about them hehehe)

- But now the perspectives and compositions are getting too locked down to certain arrangements. There's only one dynamically angled artwork in this showcase — let's push the limits again next time!

[lupiinee]

anyway: hogwarts school field trips when

[quidcrusheu]

Gaia's energy is my favourite thing to watch <3

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[sunnami]

the (poly) marauders + lily as reversed tropes.

a/n: i tried moving to a new blog.. possibly got shadowbanned... that other blog is now my dump blog, LMAO. pls enjoy this drabble!

i. academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class.

“It’s driving me mad, Prongs,” says a frazzled Remus Lupin, pacing back and forth in his nearly-empty classroom. Sirius watches from where he sits backwards on a wooden chair—not at all concerned with the woes of his lover, rather preoccupied with the derriere of the DADA professor, hugged beautifully by his trousers. (He makes a mental note to thank Lily and her shopping sprees in Muggle London later. And, thoroughly.) Lily eyes Remus warily, ignoring the way James is tugging at her newly-trimmed hair like a lovesick fourth-year. 

“I’ve fought in the bloody war, what do you mean my ‘pronunciation could do with some work’?” Remus scoffs, a bewildered expression on his flushed cheeks. Then, he points to the basket of lemon poppy-seed muffins, “And, the gall to send me that. Can you believe it?��

“No way,” Lily widens her eyes in mock outrage, gasping for melodramatic effect. “How dare anyone send our sweet, darling Remus homemade muffins?”

Remus dangles the swing handle of the wicker basket by his hand, nose scrunched in disgust as though it could turn him into a werewolf for the second time. “It’s not about the baskets, Lily! It’s a fear-mongering tactic—a threat, if you will. If Gryffindor doesn’t win the house cup, I might as well resign from my post.” 

James chortles, leaning back against his seat to fully stare at Remus. (And what a lovely face he has.) “Don’t you think you’re going overboard there, Moony? We’ve won the bloody thing every year—and if we’re running behind Hufflepuff, I can always give ickle Harry a hundred points for being our son. Quite a feat, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lily smacks him on the arm. “Don’t you dare, James Fleamont Potter!” 

Sirius whistles. “Full name. Yikes. You’re on your own there, mate.” 

James glares at him. “I’ve had my tongue down your throat, don’t call me ‘mate’.” 

Grinning, Sirius diverts his attention back to the pouting werewolf, struck by whatever magical spell you’ve cast on him—and their happy little wedded bunch. (He particularly likes the way you raise your voice when the Weasley twins charm your greenhouse with the colors of maroon and yellow. The upturn of your nose and raw fury in your eyes does something funny to his heart.) “Be honest, Moony, you’re just frustrated because our favorite professor is wearing those bell-bottom jeans that make their legs look just utterly delectable,” he grins salaciously. 

“Can confirm,” replies Lily with a chirpy nod. “The back view is even better.” 

“Well, yes, but that’s beside the point, my love,” Remus splutters with a cough. “It’s a matter of legacy and pride now. If—”

“While I appreciate being the topic of conversation, I’ve come to collect my students’ papers on Hinkypunks and Dugbogs,” you enter the fray with a knock on the door, startling them from their conversation; a wide smile on your face and a yellow scarf around your neck. “You see, I like to give them points myself when they score above a hundred percent. It really motivates them for the end-of-year exams.” 

James beams at your arrival, like a sunflower blooming under sunlight on a summer day. He stretches his arms wide, a space perfectly carved for you. “Come here, darling,” he calls out for his spouse, quickly affirming that the jeans you’re wearing is a blessing to the wizard kind. (He wonders if you’d let him peel it off you tonight.) As you perch yourself atop his lap, James nuzzles the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses to your skin. “How was your day?”

He captures your lips and you eagerly lean into his warmth. “Perfect now that I’ve found you all. Why were you hiding here, anyway?” you ask innocently, fluttering your lashes at Remus. “Did you get my gift, Moony? The elves helped me with it last night.”

“He’s just cross because you’ve become the entire castle’s favorite teacher in your first year,” Lily points out treacherously, flashing her doe eyes at Remus. (Great, now he’s got two pairs of the prettiest eyes on earth staring into his soul. He’s so beyond in love with everyone in this room.) “Not even the Malfoy kid complains about you, and he still grumbles when I have to do my yearly check-ups.”

You laugh knavishly, beckoning him over. “Is it my fault that I’m so lovable?” 

Remus scoffs, yet finds his feet drawn towards you in long, impatient strides. He leans down until the scent of ambrarome and coconut overwhelms your senses. You tug on his duck-printed tie, smiling as he grumbles lightheartedly into your lips, “Not at all, darling.”

“Shall I lock the doors now?” Sirius offers mischievously. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a classroom.”

ii. it’s too hot to cuddle!

“Mmmrgh, Lily, get off, you fiend,” you groan into the sweat-soaked pillow, suffering from one of the worst heat waves Godric’s Hollow has ever seen—swatting your wife away as she throws her leg over your thigh, impishly nibbling on your neck. On any other day, you’d relish the feel of her skin on yours, the tendrils of her flaming red hair tickling your bare arms—or the times you’d wake up to a tangled mess of crimson in your mouth. But today is just not that day.

Lily sniffles. “Ah, woe is me. My own son doesn’t want to hug me anymore, and none of the people I married want to cuddle me on this dreadful—what ever happened to ‘til death do us part’, you traitors?” 

You roll over on the bed to face her with an incredulous glare—the pretty witch has the nerve to smile at you. “Don’t be so dramatic, Lily. Just cast another cooling charm, or something.”

Lily flops onto her side of the king-sized bed, breathless and flushed, arms splayed out like an octopus—wincing apologetically when she hits you in the face by accident. “I already did. We might just have to get naked to put up with this heat.”

James pokes his head through the door, glasses forgone and black hair messily strewn over his eyes; the damp fabric of his white shirt clinging to chiseled, dark skin. (Ah, the joys of marrying an active Auror and former Quidditch prodigy.) “Did someone say get naked?”

“Way ahead of everyone,” says Sirius as he steps out of the bathroom, having taken his fourth shower today, and wearing nothing but his birthday suit, face towel strung over his shoulder and toothbrush in the side of his mouth. 

“Oh Gods, Sirius!” Lily squeals as she throws a pillow at him. “Get back in there and put some clothes on!” 

“What?” he retorts quizzically, swirling around to give everyone a show—and a generous view of his abs and firm backside. And, well, the other thing, too. “It’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before.”

Last to join the party is Remus, who barely spares a second glance to the naked Sirius Orion Black. “Pack your things, I got us a room at a Muggle inn for an hour. Harry’s downstairs waiting for everyone. He says he’ll rip off the stuffed Padfoot’s head if no one accompanies him to the pool later.” 

That is all he says before swiftly exiting the room.

You stare at the spot where he had been standing previously, whispering in awe, “God bless the Remus Lupins of the world.” 

iii. too much communication.

“—and the thing is,” you say through your weepy blubbering, nose swollen and eyes stinging from crying for the last thirty minutes. “When you guys get all secret-ey and start avoiding me, it really makes me feel like shite. And. . . and then—!” you pause to hiccup, breaking down into sobs once more when Sirius gathers you into his arms, laying his love all over your skin, kissing your tears away as he coos into your ear. “And then, Gilderoy Lockhart comes and says that you all hide away in this h-house, or shack, or whatever and meet your secret girlfriend there! I know you said it was just us and you’d never, ever cheat—and I trust you all more than life itself! But I have to know why you disappear from me every month on a particular night. A-Are you tired of me or something?”

Sirius hushes you with his lips, brows contorted—as though he’s in pain because you are in pain. He cradles the back of your neck, placating your worries with whispers of devotion. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry. We didn’t mean for it to get this far. We just wanted to keep you from harm. You’re our world, our entire heart. If you’re hurt, it hurts worse for us, little love.” 

Remus kneels by your feet, grabbing your hands in his; eyes dripping with fondness and warmth. The gold flecks in his eyes glimmering like stars in the night sky. “There’s something you have to know about me, love. We should have told you this long ago—but I was afraid you would look at me differently.”

You end up in another crying fit, overwhelmed by his kindness and sincerity. “I’ve seen you when you had food poisoning, Remus Lupin, I was the one who cleaned your vomit on the floors—nothing on this earth can make me look at you differently.”

Remus chokes, before gathering his bearings, hiding wet chuckles in your lap. “I’m a werewolf, my darling. That’s why we avoid you during full moons. To keep you safe. Your safety is always going to be one of my highest priorities. I’d die before I would let Moony harm a pretty hair on your head.” 

“Is that it?” you croak, whimpers subsiding as relief floods through your veins. “Truly?”

Remus nods. “Truly.”

“Oh, our poor love,” Lily murmurs, delicately running her hand through your hair, a worried knit in her brows. “I’m sorry we let it get to this point. Look at you—you’ll cry yourself sick.” She procures a daintily-embroidered handkerchief from her skirt pockets, gently dabbing at your damp eyes, eyes creased with love. “I’m sorry,” she says once more, pressing her lips to yours until all you feel is her instead of hurt. “No more secrets, I promise.”

James scratches the back of his head with a crooked grin. “Well. . . there is one more. Remember that time you saw a stag in the corridors? That was me. And, the dog trying to get a look under your skirt was Sirius.”

You blink. “What?”

iv. child hero has very involved parents.

Harry James Potter is known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the beloved Chosen One of the wizarding society, if you will. He has a destiny to follow and all that—well, if he could actually do anything heroic.

“What do you mean there’s a basilisk in the castle!” you shriek, a poor vase in Dumbledore’s office shattering to a million pieces. Harry drags a hand down his face—this is going to be a very long night. Suddenly, he regrets writing a letter to home about the happenings in the castle. (How was he supposed to know that all five of his parents would march into Dumbledore’s quarters the moment they heard about the blood on the walls and the petrified students?) “Why haven’t you shut down the school yet? Are you waiting for more students to get hurt?” you press on heatedly, James and Sirius flanking your sides like protective bodyguards. 

“Have you taken any protective measures?” Lily asks worriedly, holding onto Remus’s hand that’s resting on her shoulder. (Honestly, Harry thinks, rolling his eyes inwardly. The lot of you are worse than Molly Weasley at this point.) She turns to Harry, “What about Hermione? Is she safe? Oh, her parents must be worried.”

“You know what,” you say standing up, pivoting on your heel as your flock of lovers follow in suit. “We’re leaving, Harry dear, let’s go.” 

“Go?” the twelve-year-old echoes dumbfoundedly. “Go, where?”

“Home,” you reply with no room for arguments. “Until the matter is resolved, you are staying home. And tell Hermione she’s welcome to stay with us, too. And, Ginny. Ronald, as well. Actually, darling, why don’t you just tell all your friends the Potter manor is open to them whenever.”

Harry thinks you’ve just decided that on a whim, but he knows that Lily and his fathers will go along with whatever you want, regardless.

Your gaze slices to Dumbledore with a low hiss, venomous enough to rival a Slytherin’s taunt. “Fix this or I shall hunt down that basilisk myself.” 

Harry’s shoulders slump. 

So much for fulfilling prophecies and defeating dark lords.

a/n: drabbles are so fun!! this was so fun to write (but not trying to set up another blog.. NEVER AGAIN, I AM STAYING HERE!) i might do some more drabbles since my brain is fried after my last few fics which were long as heck.

[jadeshifting]

— A STUDENT’S GUIDE TO HOGWARTS CLASSES

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FOR EVERY CLASS . always sit where you can see (or avoid) the professor’s mood swings. bring a spare quill, and for Merlin’s sake, read all instructions on the board

★⋆. ASTRONOMY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SINESTRA . she’s chill if you stay quiet. don’t interrupt her passionate stargazing rants, or she’ll assign extra homework on constellations literally no one’s ever heard of

HOMEWORK . star charts and essays on planetary motion. tedious but straightforward—accuracy is everything.

TIPS TO EXCEL . memorize constellations and learn how to cast Lumos just dim enough so that you don’t blind everyone during late-night pitch black lessons

EXTRA CREDIT . spot and track a rare celestial event, like a comet. (bonus points if you can pronounce its Latin name to Sinestra without choking)

AVOID MISHAPS . never mix up Mars and Mercury on your chart—you’ll be doomed in astronomy and divination

★⋆. CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR HAGRID . show genuine interest in his creatures, even if they look like they could eat you (because they definitely could)

HOMEWORK . research magical creature habits and write about their care. watch out—he loves long essays (he can basically make students write books about his favorite subject for him)

TIPS TO EXCEL . always wear dragonhide gloves and boots that cover your ankles. treat the creatures and Hagrid with respect—he’ll notice

EXTRA CREDIT . help feed or clean up after the creatures during your free periods or after class. it’s messy, but he appreciates it immeasurably

AVOID MISHAPS . never, ever call a Blast-Ended Skrewt “gross” within his earshot

★⋆. CHARMS

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR FLITWICK . he’s sweet but sharp. pay attention, or you’ll be called on mid-yawn to demonstrate something tricky.

HOMEWORK . practice spells at home. if your wandwork looks like you’re conducting a dance recital, you’re doing it wrong.

TIPS TO EXCEL . focus on precise wand movements and pronunciation—no “swish and flick” means no charm

EXTRA CREDIT . perform an original charm in class and explain how you invented it (hint: slap a name on something flashy, and ramble about how Flitwick’s class gave you the “tools to do it”)

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t use charms on your classmates (no matter how obnoxious they are) unless you want detention for “unsanctioned spellcasting”

★⋆. DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS

DEALING WITH THE PROFESSOR . varies wildly year to year. if they’re twitchy, don’t ask questions. if they’re confident, challenge them slightly—they love it

HOMEWORK . spell practice, theoretical essays on defensive strategies, and (sometimes) practical exams.

TIPS TO EXCEL . master shield charms early—Protego is your bread and butter. always watch your back in “surprise” practical tests (the surprise could be a curse aimed at your back)

EXTRA CREDIT . propose new defense tactics for obscure threats like Lethifolds or hinkypunks, it shows interest in the less ‘cool’ aspects of the dark arts

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t hex yourself in class while demonstrating a jinx. you won’t get in trouble. but it’s embarrassing.

★⋆. DIVINATION

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY . just nod and act fascinated. she’s happier when you look like you believe her

HOMEWORK . dream journals, tea-leaf sketches, and guesses at what the stars are “telling” you.

TIPS TO EXCEL . make up dramatic predictions that sound poetic. extra marks for impending doom towards a classmate

EXTRA CREDIT . spot a “true vision” (or just pretend you did). a fainting act doesn’t hurt

AVOID MISHAPS . never laugh at her predictions, even if they sound ridiculous—she’ll doom you for life (and you never know what fate holds)

★⋆. HERBOLOGY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SPROUT . show some love for plants, and she’ll adore you. don’t sass her or underestimate how dangerous some herbs are

HOMEWORK . care guides for magical plants, essays on uses for their parts, and detailed sketches

TIPS TO EXCEL . be gentle with the plants, even the ones with attitudes. also, if you’re prone to daydreaming, please keep a note of which vines bite

EXTRA CREDIT . cultivate a rare magical plant and present its uses in class (good luck)

AVOID MISHAPS . always wear gloves when handling anything spiky, slimy, or screaming

★⋆. HISTORY OF MAGIC

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BINS . he doesn’t even care if you’re awake, but it helps if you look like you’re taking notes

HOMEWORK . endless essays on goblin rebellions, giant wars, and other events you’ll most definitely forget by next term

TIPS TO EXCEL . use mnemonic devices to remember key dates. start essays early—he grades on length

EXTRA CREDIT . find obscure historical details to add to essays. mentioning “primary sources” makes you look smart, and Binns doesn’t typically look into it further

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t doodle in your notes too obviously—he might drone on even more if he catches you

★⋆. POTIONS

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SNAPE . know your ingredients and don’t speak unless spoken to. follow his instructions perfectly and try to look invisible. or he’ll eviscerate you

HOMEWORK . brewing practice and essays on potion theory. if you mess up the potion, he’ll expect twice the length in your essay

TIPS TO EXCEL . re-chop your ingredients before class, and try to do other prep work. Snape hates inefficiency

EXTRA CREDIT . create a new potion under his supervision. (warning: he will make you test it.)

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t ever blame Snape or his instructions if something explodes. just accept it and clean up quietly

★⋆. TRANSFIGURATION

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL . she’s strict but fair. do your work well, and she’ll respect you; slack off, and she’ll make you wish you hadn’t

HOMEWORK . spell diagrams, written explanations, and frequent wandwork practice

TIPS TO EXCEL . precision and focus are key. get creative, but don’t try anything too wild without permission

EXTRA CREDIT . demonstrate a flawless human-to-animal transfiguration (with her approval)

AVOID MISHAPS . never let your transfigured objects escape—chasing a hopping teacup through the halls is not fun, and you’ll never hear the end of it

★⋆. ARITHMANCY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR VECTOR . she’s sharp and no-nonsense, but she’s got a soft spot for students who genuinely try. don’t show up without your charts; she’ll notice

HOMEWORK . endless numerical equations and analysis of magical patterns. expect to translate runes into numbers and vice versa

TIPS TO EXCEL . understand how numbers relate to magic—this isn’t just math, it’s magic theory in disguise. double-check your work; one wrong digit can tank your entire assignment

EXTRA CREDIT . present a new numerological correlation, like how the number “7” might affect potion brewing. bonus if it’s creative but realistic

AVOID MISHAPS . never guess at a solution—Professor Vector will spot laziness in seconds. keep your workspace neat, or the equations will haunt you

★⋆. ANCIENT RUNES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BABBLING . she’s patient and incredibly smart, but don’t come to class unprepared. misreading a rune will make her launch into a lecture about “respecting the symbols.”

HOMEWORK . translate ancient texts, decipher rune sequences, and write essays on magical etymology. sometimes includes carving your own runes for practice.

TIPS TO EXCEL . memorize the rune meanings and their magical properties—flashcards help. pay attention to detail; even a tiny line can change the meaning of a rune

EXTRA CREDIT . create your own rune sequence that produces a magical effect and explain its purpose. creative runework always gets top marks

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t mix up Nordic and Celtic runes—they have very different contexts, and Professor Babbling will lecture you for days

★⋆. MUGGLE STUDIES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BURBAGE . she’s enthusiastic and loves students who ask questions, even obvious ones. if you show respect for Muggle ingenuity, you’re golden

HOMEWORK . research papers on Muggle inventions and their impact, as well as practical exercises like identifying Muggle objects

TIPS TO EXCEL . don’t overthink it—Muggles live without magic, but they’re surprisingly clever. show curiosity and avoid using the word “primitive”

EXTRA CREDIT . present a Muggle artifact and explain how it works. bonus points if you demonstrate something functional, like a can opener or a bicycle pump

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t call electricity “the Muggle version of Lumos” unless you want a 10-minute tangent about how they’re completely different

★⋆. FLYING

DEALING WITH MADAM HOOCH . she’s strict but fair; listen to her instructions, and she’ll let you have some fun. mess around, and you’ll be grounded faster than you can say “Quidditch”

HOMEWORK . practicing broom control outside of class and writing essays about famous flyers or the mechanics of flight

TIPS TO EXCEL . focus on balance and broom grip—this isn’t about speed (yet). always stretch before class; cramps mid-air are embarrassing and painful

EXTRA CREDIT . show off advanced flying techniques, like tight turns or broom dives (but only if you’re really confident). bonus for clean landings

AVOID MISHAPS . never try to show off in front of the first-years—wobbling on a loop-the-loop is not a good look. keep your broom maintained; a splintered handle spells disaster.

[ there you have it—follow this guide, and you’ll not only pass these classes with flying colors, but you might even look like you know what you’re doing while you’re at it, and maybe you’ll avoid getting hexed by Snape. we’ll see ]

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[kandradragon]

Truth may seem but cannot be

@wolfstarmicrofic Mars 12 - Wrap

Remus usually spends the day after a full moon wrapped in a blanket, with a huge steaming cup of hot chocolate and a book. It’s the only luxury he treats himself to these days, as he otherwise spends most of his time trying to find a job that won’t kick him out after a month or two, when they inevitably realize what he is. 

The owl finds him just like that on a sunny morning in early august, knocking incessantly at the window until he reluctantly unwraps himself from the blanket and goes to let it in. The red wax seal is familiar, even though it’s been 16 years since he last saw it. He smiles fondly and feels his throat tighten as he opens the letter and reads:

Dear R. J. Lupin.

I hope you have given our previous conversation earnest consideration. Trust that your concerns have been thoroughly considered and discussed among the faculty and that we all would welcome you here with open arms. As I mentioned, Severus has agreed to brew the Wolfsbane potion for you every month to ease the transformations, and has also graciously offered to take care of your classes during your absences. 

There is no one I’d rather see at the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher come September. 

Send your answer with the owl, her name is Cwtch and she loves beak scratches. 

Yours sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

P.S Minerva wanted me to emphasize that teachers are not to encourage the student’s pranks and mischief – however impressive their spellwork might be. On the bright side, you will find that you are now permitted to walk around the castle freely at night at last. You’ll be proud to hear that young Harry has… taken up his fathers mantle in that particular hobby. 

A tear lands on the parchment and blots the ink. Harry. He hasn’t seen Harry in almost twelve years. When he last saw him he was zooming around on a toy broomstick that was given to him by the man who had sworn to protect him if anything ever happened to his parents. Instead that man had made sure his parents were dead, and little Harry was sent to live with Lily’s awful sister and her husband. Remus had met them once, the experience had been anything but pleasant. Though they had agreed to take Harry on… Lily always said that her sister cared for her, deep down. But the one who should've cared for was his godfather. If things were different. If he hadn’t been the one who betrayed them.

Twelve years. Twelve long years to grieve, rage and question. In the beginning Remus had wanted to visit him in Azkaban. To get answers. To scream and curse at him. To hold him tight and pretend that none of it was real. He was told it wasn’t possible. Only spouses were allowed visitation. He might’ve been able to persuade Dumbledore to get him in anyway, but he never did. Perhaps that was cowardly of him, but by the time he could actually function enough to interact with the world again it felt like the time for questions had passed, and he just wanted to move on and build a new life for himself.

Dumbledore had contacted him a couple of days ago, asking him if he was interested in teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, since the previous teacher had ended up at St. Mungus due to severe memory loss. He had told Dumbledore he needed time to consider the offer, but in truth he’d made up his mind as soon as he was asked the question. Of course he would come back to Hogwarts. He had already started to make lesson plans and refreshed a few spells that would come in handy. 

Wiping his tears Remus scribbles down his answer on the backside of the letter, then he gives Cwtch some well earned beak scratches before he sends her away. He wraps himself up in the blanket again, and while he finishes the hot chocolate he tries to figure out how he would go about acquiring a hinkypunk for the students to observe…

It’s early evening when he apparates into Diagon Alley. There’s one more moon before school starts and he’s running low on blood-replenishing potion. It’s not always needed, but when it is… He’s learnt the hard way that some things are always best to have on hand, just in case. Like chocolate. What will it be like, he wonders, to not have to deal with the wolf taking over during the moon? He’s heard of Wolfsbane of course, it made headlines when it was introduced, but he never thought he would be able to benefit from it himself. It’s too complicated for him to brew safely himself, and far too expensive to purchase. Imagine – being able to keep his sane mind, not being a danger to anyone, waking up without bruises, cuts and bitemarks…  Almost too good to be true. No more dreading the full moons. 

There had been a time when he didn’t dread the full moons, at least not as much. When his friends had joined him on reckless nights in the Forbidden Forest, the wolf happy and free. Prongs, Wormtail… Padfoot.

Padfoot.

Remus stops in his tracks as a sudden movement on the wall outside a shop selling used cauldrons catches his attention. He blinks, banishing the memories that must’ve played a prank on his eyes. 

But no. He’s still there, staring right at him, just as he remembers him from twelve years ago. The same picture that haunted him from every newspaper during the days after Lily and James’ murders.

Why is it here?

Without thinking he rips the picture from the wall and takes a closer look. Not at the picture, he’s way too intimately familiar with that face as it is, but at what’s written underneath. It has an official Ministry seal and is dated a few days back, and as he reads Remus feels chills running down his back.

Murderer on the loose!

Sirius Black, notorious for the coldblooded murder of  twelve muggles in 1981, has escaped Azkaban. All sightings should be directly reported to Ministry officials. Keep your doors locked and wands close. Do not approach this man. How he escaped is not yet known. The dementors are searching for him. Do not approach those either.

Escaping Azkaban is said to be impossible. It has never been done before. Of course Sirius bloody Black would manage it. With shaking hands Remus folds the poster and puts it in his pocket. He thinks of Harry. Wonders if he knows. If he’s scared. Should he be scared? Surely Sirius wouldn’t want anything to do with him. And even if he did, he’s not sure fear is the right word to describe what he’s feeling. He’s angry. Furious. But also… deep down, a part of him he’s tried to ignore for twelve years, there’s doubt. It’s an awful feeling –  James, Lily and Peter all died by his hand and Remus’ stupid teenage crush still makes him doubt the truth. 

Did Dumbledore know? When he asked him to come to Hogwarts this year, did he know?. He must have. Perhaps it was the reason. Did that mean he trusted him to make the right decision if faced with Black? Or did it mean he wanted to keep an extra eye on him, in case he turned out to be a secret accomplice? He should’ve told him. Remus, of all people, deserved to know about Black escaping Azkaban. Perhaps Dumbledore thought he already knew.

Remus slowly makes his way to the Leaky Cauldron, his hip is hurting from the transformation. He gets a bottle of Firewhisky and tries not to listen in on the conversations around him, but everyone seems to be talking about it. Sirius Black. Escaped from Azkaban. He grabs a discarded Daily Prophet before he apparates back home. 

That night, the nightmares are back. The ones that haunted him, awake and asleep, during the months after Lily and James died. Sirius, standing over their corpses laughing. Sirius blowing up the muggles. Sirius murdering Peter, brave Peter who did what Remus could not. If things had been different, if he hadn’t been away on a mission, Peter wouldn’t have had to die alone. Remus would’ve been there too. And Sirius… Sirius would’ve killed him.

Because Sirius Black chose to serve He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. 

The nightmares continue through the night, Remus waking up trembling again and again, trying to keep his breathing even. But as the first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, his dreams shift. There’s Sirius teaching Peter to play gobstones. Sirius and James hugging after a Quidditch match. Sirius crying as Lily handed Harry over for him to hold for the very first time. Sirius kissing him in a stolen moment neither of them dared to speak of again.

A great black dog appears at his rundown cottage, and in this dream Sirius is innocent. In this dream he gets to embrace him, tell him all the things he never did, and he’s finally not alone anymore.

What wouldn’t he give for that to be true?

[also on ao3]

[miscielross]

For this year's Halloween, Mixie's costume is a hinkypunk with a pumpkin head. The lantern's fire is an enchanted cold purple flame that doesn't burn.

Unfortunately he is hunted by the Freys on Trick or Treat night. Professor Brindlemore fortunately put a stop to them and pointed out that their 'hinkypunk' has two legs.

[cloudshyrpg]

"I'd like to throw those bloody Hinkypunks right into the lake!" Fred grimaced. George sighed sadly, and nodded, "They've once again ruined another otherwise wonderful midnight excursion…" "Ever think that it might be a sign from the Universe to NOT be outside at night, where dangerous creatures could find, and attack you?" Hermione asked primly from her spot beside Harry on the couch as they watched Ron continue to help patch up the twins. "Oh, no, not at all…" Fred said, perking up with a bright grin, "Whenever the Universe tries to get in touch, they send it via owl post, in a lovely red envelope, with mum narrating-" "- She hates reading those bloody things-" George added, shaking his head in a pitying way, as though sad at the thought of their poor mother's suffering. Fred nodded solemnly, "-She's alway sooooo angry!"

[incorrectwolfstar]

platonic moonflower headcanons bc i said so

- definitely those two in class who’d constantly get threatened to be separated by the teacher if they didn't start doing their work + stop misbehaving

third year remus + lily in datda who can't stop laughing bcs "wtf is a hinkypunk" + "idek man." eventually they would get separated and have to sit at opposite sides of the classroom but then they'd glance at each other and they'd be gone. they wouldn't be allowed to sit together for the rest of the year

- remus introduced her to the wonderful world of swearing. ofc lily being muggle born would know what swearing is but was brought up not to do it. she knew remus two weeks - welsh, born + bred, swearing like a sailor, can't go a sentence without cursing. she was converted. remus taught her a bunch of new swears and slangs she didn't know about + they'd be the worst in their year for language

- remus allergic to mango (lil's fav) + lily allergic to chocolate

- modern au would post each other on their stories so much everyone assumes they've been dating for ages

- physical affection comes soso naturally. remus would play with lil's hair subconsiously + she'd trace the scars over remus' hands/arms. the both of them would take up one (1) armchair on each other's laps + play fight on the carpet (adds to the dating rumours james is pissed ha ha)

- they share clothes!! they're the same trouser size the majority of the time so remus would wear her flares + cords + pyjama bottoms. lil would steal remus' jumpers + (mainly) cardi's, with t shirts which are far too much big for her

- when they go out drinking eight times out of ten they'll end up in the same bed the morning after (if it doesn't end up with drunk sex w sirius/james remus will be little spoon)

- she introduced him to fleetwood mac, he introduced her to the beatles

- made a similar post ab this, but moonflower karaoke they'd fuck it up every time. like they'd be so good together. at christmas time they'd duet fairytale of new york by the pogues. somethin' stupid by frank + nancy sinatra. you're the one that i want from grease. long haired lady by paul and linda mccartney. don't go breaking my heart by elton john + kiki dee. i'm telling u guys omfg the world would implode

[seriouslysam8]

Could we please get an Impluvious sneak peak Sam?!? Preferably with a small dose of Hinny??

Sure. Why not?

When they were finished, they entered the house to hear music blasting. A smile tugged on Sirius' lips when he saw Marlene sliding across the floor with Harry and Dora as they danced to the Hinkypunk Shuffle. Harry’s eyes sparkled as he did his own variation of the dance, despite Dora attempting to teach him the correct order of the moves.

“See-See! Dance!” Harry called.

Sirius chuckled. “I’m good. I’ll just watch.”

Harry apparently didn’t accept no for an answer. He galloped over to Sirius and wrapped both hands around one of his. Harry tugged on his arm, little grunts and whines escaping his lips. While Sirius wasn’t a stranger to the dance, as he often danced with Harry whenever the blasted song came on, he didn’t particularly fancy dancing to such a silly dance in front anyone except his godson. 

“You slide to the right like this, Uncle Sirius,” Dora explained, sliding to the right. “Then you slide to the left,” she continued, demonstrating. “Then you place both hands above your head like this and kind of sway down like a mist!” she said as she wiggled her body from side to side until she was crouching on the floor. 

“I think I remember it now, Dora,” Sirius interrupted before she went any further. “Thanks.”

Sirius slid to the right and then the left as Harry mimicked him better than he had Dora. He decided to forgo the theatrics and merely crouched down to the ground without any fanfare. Harry jumped beside him, his hands waving above his head.

“Like dis!” Harry explained. “See-See! Like dis! Like dis!” he exclaimed as he jumped like a little hyper jackrabbit. “Look! Look! Watch me! Watch me!”

The song finished and Sirius threw up his hands. “Ah, next time, yeah, kid?”

“Uncle Sirius, you have to act like a Hinkypunk when you go down to the ground,” Dora explained. “Hinkypunks are all elongated and stuff.”

“Yeah, Sirius, like this!” Ted exclaimed as he perfectly wiggled down like a Hinkypunk.

Harry bounced next to Sirius. “Henry! Henry!” he exclaimed.

Sirius only winced at Harry’s next request. He didn’t know what was worse: the Hinkypunk Shuffle or Henry the Hippogriff. The latter haunted his bloody dreams. The damn song was an earworm, constantly replaying in his head for hours on end. Sirius reached out, tugging the kid close to him. Once he had the kid trapped in his arms, he went straight for the armpits. Harry squealed, wiggling in Sirius’ arms as laughter burst from his lips. Sirius hoped Harry would forget all about his ruddy Hippogriff song. When he ceased the tickling, he held the kid close to his chest and pressed a kiss on top of his unruly mess of hair.

The outside door to the kitchen burst open. Sirius jumped, crushing Harry to his chest. Excited voices and a blur of red trampled into the house. He eased his grip, a sigh escaping his lips.

“You do not barge into other people’s houses!” Molly shouted. “Merlin, you lot keep this up and we won’t be invited back!”

“HARRY!” Ron yelled.

“WON!” Harry exclaimed, breaking free of Sirius’ embrace and bolting towards his friend.

The two kids embraced. Given Ron’s incredible height for a two-year-old, he looked a lot older than Harry who was on the smaller side. Or maybe he was average. Sirius didn’t bloody well know. It was hard to tell when he was next to Ron. Sirius made a mental note to ask Ted what Harry’s percentiles were.

A screech like a dragon sounded. Sirius snapped his head up to see Molly entering the kitchen with a thrashing Ginny. With a huff, Molly placed Ginny on her feet and the screeching ceased. She toddled in the direction of Harry and Ron, who had just broken their hug and were enthusiastically chatting to one another.

“I’m so sorry,” Molly said in a rush, her neck flushing. “Ginny has a classic case of youngest child syndrome because her brothers spoil her rotten. Zero patience.”

Marlene laughed as she walked across the kitchen to greet Molly with a hug. “I’ll let you know how Maia fares in a few months. Harry caves to her every whim.”

Sirius stood up, wiping his hands on his trousers and watching the toddlers interacting. A grin spread across his lips when he realized what Ginny wanted: Harry. She wrapped her arms around him, a string of nonsensical babbles escaping her lips. Harry wasn’t bothered as he jerked his arm free and wrapped it around Ginny’s shoulders.

“Hi, Gin-Gin,” Harry greeted, patting her on the head affectionately.

Sirius let out a small chuckle, watching as Harry cuddled Ginny to his side while chit-chatting with Ron. At one point, Harry titled his head to the side and rested his cheek against her head.

Sirius tore his eyes away from the trio to see Charlie and Dora introducing themselves. Percy sank into a chair at the table with a book. The twins whispered in the corner, which was never a good sign. Molly wrung her hands in front of her as Andromeda approached her.

[dwollsadventures]

I have a little side project I've been working on behind the scenes which involves a lot of isometric perspective drawing. Here's some of my test drawings. Top Layer (left to right): Nixie, Fairy, Crone, Warg, Oceanid, Oread, Dryad, Will O' The Wisp, Hinkypunk Bottom Layer (left to right): Angel, Imp (Classic), Imp (Boschian), Slime, Cockatrice (Classic), Cockatrice (Tropical), Basilisk (African), Basilisk (European)

[neverenoughmarauders]

Oh yeah and the pressure on Remus is increasing because why wouldn’t we make him suffer?

Their new professor started by taking the register. When he called out for 'Black, Sirius,' James immediately replied 'Yes, Sir.' Sirius grinned at his friend, and, following James' lead, decided to respond when 'Potter, James' was called. Peter sniggered, Remus' lip twitched, and a few of the girls seemed amused too.

It turned out that Archie Aymslowe, who looked like someone who knew absolutely nothing about the Dark Arts, and certainly nothing about defending himself against them, was an expert in cursed objects.

'And we will cover the basics of such objects next term,' said professor Aymslowe, which caused an excited murmur amongst the students to break out. 'This term, however, we will be covering dark creatures.'

'Like werewolves, professor?' James said innocently, glancing at Remus, who they both suspected to be very afraid of werewolves. Remus didn't meet James' eyes, and Sirius saw that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Now that they were friends with Remus again, James and Sirius were definitely going to have some fun with him.

'Werewolves?' Professor Aymslowe seemed momentarily taken aback, before he cleared his throat: 'Well, yes, Black - although, not in great detail. Our focus will be on creatures such as Red Caps, kappas, hinkypunks and grindylows. We will also cover Boggarts, though I am by no means an expert in the area. I have, however, been fortunate enough to work with one such expert on a few occasions -'

Here their professor looked at Remus, who blushed slightly, and Sirius remembered that Remus' father was recognised as an expert in Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions.

'- and I hope I'll be able to pass on his wisdom.'

Their professor paused to take a sip of water from a glass on his desk before he continued: 'However, you are expected to know that there are five signs to identify a werewolf from a regular wolf and we will cover those, though you are not expected to be able to remember all five until next year.'

'What's the use of that?' James blurted out. 'To know that there are differences, but not know which.'

'To instil, early on, that wolves and werewolves look very much alike,' professor Aymslowe answered, frowning. 'Please, rai-'

'Basically, if you see a wolf during the full moon, assume the worst,' Gemma offered.

'Quite, Miss Dawlish,' professor Aymslowe agreed, 'Now - please - if anyone wishes to speak, raise your hand.'

'Luckily I know the signs already,' James told Peter, Remus and Sirius confidently after class, 'no werewolf can fool me.'

'As if you'd have time to look closely should you ever come across one,' Sirius snorted. 'It's just stupid little differences in any case, like the shape of the snout... Dawlish is right, best to avoid any and all wolves during the full moon.’

'How do you guys know all of this?' Peter bemoaned.

James shrugged, then turned to Sirius again: 'Or we could go werewolf hunting. Saturday 23 is a full moon. The four of us could sneak out to the Forbidden Forest and see if we spot any.'

'That's an excellent idea,' Sirius grinned, knowing exactly why James had suggested it.

'Yeah, brilliant idea. Always dreamt about dying young,' Remus muttered, and Peter nodded in agreement.

'Oh come off it,' said Sirius, feeling a surge of impatience with the two boys.

'There aren't actually any werewolves in the Forbidden Forest,' agreed James, 'it's just good fun, sneaking around during the full moon. We might see some Mooncalves.'

Admit it already, Sirius thought, studying Remus' tense face, you're terrified of werewolves.

'I say we go,' said James firmly, 'all of us. It's about time we have an adventure together in the forest. Remember point number four in our pact?'

Sirius' point. To go on adventures with my best friends.

'We wouldn't want to break the pact now, would we,' Sirius raised his eyebrows at the two smaller boys.

Peter appeared to be nervous, but he nodded. Remus looked something else entirely. He seemed absolutely miserable, but until he was ready to admit to his fear, Sirius wasn't about to give him any breaks. Nor did it seem, was James.

Extract from chapter 69.

[aroace-elgyem]

Here’s 2 Cassette Beasts fan designs I made and forgot to post lol

Spillowisp and Drinkypunk! (Both water type)

I made Spillowisp cause I really wanted to make a will o wisp Mon but didn’t want it to just be a will o wisp, so I decided to make a water one instead. It’s a jar pouring out water that mimics the will o wisp shape.

Drinkypunk pulls from those drinky bird things, and also has a “false eyes” thing going on that I really like. The name comes from drinky-bird and hinkypunk (a sort of will o wisp from Celtic mythology)

(The water looks bad ik, I have no clue how to draw water)

[quidcrusheu]

Alessia from Italy - your dancing at Emerald Dragon was top tier and you’re gorgeous <3

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