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#my art#digital art#wolfstar#remus x sirius#remus lupin fanart#sirius black fanart#sirius black#remus lupin#pretty boy sirius black#moony x padfoot#remus loves sirius#sirius x remus#id in alt text#marauders fanart#marauders era#hp marauders
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I'm fearsome And I'm wretched And I'm wrong
#severus snape#pro snape#snape#snape fandom#snape fanart#professor snape#pro severus snape#i'm not sure how well the pictures match the lyrics but this song has had me in a chokehold for snape#so i expect i'll do a marauders era one as well separately#and maybe an alt ending with his death#and maybe another one with 'well you should be' as a death eater#half blood prince#harry potter#snaps-art
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jilypad variants
#alt caption: corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures#ceri.txt#jilypad#hp marauders#marauders era#marauders#harry potter series#hp#james potter#lily evans#sirius black#challengers#singin in the rain
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Award Tour - A Tribe Called Quest feat. Trugoy the Dove (1993)
#Award Tour#A Tribe Called Quest#Midnight Marauders#1993#the nineties#90s hip hop#90s rap#alt rap#alternative rap#east coast hip hop#golden age hip-hop#alternative hip hop#alt hip hop
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peter pettigrew shoes
#gets the more alt ones from his mums wardrobe#and kinds wears them and various trainers equally#also a lot of them have like heels or height boosters in cause he's insecure about his height </3#peter pettigrew#marauders era#marauders shoes
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Drawing marauders girls based on figurines I have.
#the marauders era#marauders#mary macdonald#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#dorlene#lily evans#lily potter#alice fortescue#alice longbottom#the valkyries#subtle evans sister angst#tried using alt text hope its not too detailed
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sapphic t4t alt punk rock girlfriends wolfstar!
🖤🖤🖤🖤
💋💋💋💋
their blood vial necklaces plus some songs on their playlist they’d listen to together ❤️
half bc lyrics apply half just bc alt vibes
#wolfstar fanart#wolfstar#fem wolfstar#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#marauders fanart#marauders era#marauders#alt punk rock girlfriends#they’re obsessed with each other#and I’m obsessed with them!
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you know who I would go to war for? Edgar Bones.
you're probably thinking who the fuck is edgar bones? well, evan rosier hufflepuff boyfriend of course.
#one day me and my bestfriend were looking through the marauders list of school and saw edgar bones and made him and amelia bones twins but#alt twins that date the black cousins#amelia bones x narcissa black#< my queens#edgar bones x evan rosier#edgar bones fancast is andy biersack :)
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Hii! I'm looking for moots to be nerds with (to talk to) so... here's me l guess :)
I'm Katie (she/her), my favourite colour is yellow, and I have many, many interests but have adored reading since I was young, I also play 5 instruments so I love music!
More About Me ↧
My Interests !
⭐️ = Favourite
FANDOMS/SHIPS:
⭐️Marauders - Wolfstar, Jilly, Jegulus, Dorlene
⭐️All For the Games - Neil/Andrew
Hannibal
IT - Reddie
⭐️Gravity Falls
Legend of Zelda
Stardew Valley - my partner is harvey ofc
Luca
Percy Jackson (haven’t read the books in a while but adored them when I was little and I could still go on about them)
Good Omens
⭐️Steven Universe
Over the Garden Wall
But I’m a Cheerleader
Young Royals
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MUSIC:
The Cure
⭐️David Bowie
The Beatles
Marvin Gaye
The Backseat Lovers
Surf Curse
⭐️Nirvana
⭐️Bikini Kill
Radiohead
Queen
Tv Girl
⭐️Ricky Jamaraz
Khai Dreams
⭐️Tyler the Creator
Stray Kids
⭐️Kendrick Lamar
Beck
Vundabar
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FAV BOOKS:
The Summer of Broken Rules
This is How You Lose the Time War
The King’s Men (aftg 3)
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
We Are the Ants
Red White and Royal Blue
I Fell in Love With Hope
💕Favourite Genre is Romance/Tragedy💕
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Fun Tumblrish) Facts About Me:
- I have a grungy style and love thrifting
- I have enjoyed reading since I was little but only discovered my love of writing back in middle school thanks to ✨fanfiction✨
- I’m bisexual
- I read a LOT of fanfiction (yes I have read atyd, and adored it)
- I play softball and tennis
- I adore art but am personally horrible at it
Have a beautiful evening! 💕✨
#mutuals#moots#tumblr moots#looking for moots#looking for mutuals#friends#marauders fandom#marauders#aftg#gravity falls#steven universe#david bowie#bowie#nirvana#bikini kill#tyler the creator#aftg fandom#all for the game#red white and royal blue#romance#booklr#fandom#grunge#alternative#alt girl#fanfic#fanfiction#fanart#fanwork#sports
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if alternative marauders was a universally accepted headcanon i think that would ACTUALLY cure my depression
#i’m not even kidding#alt/punk marauders for the win#dead gay wizards#marauders#au#james potter#jegulus#regulus black#dorlene#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#remus lupin
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#my art#digital art#james potter#james potter fanart#id in alt text#marauders fanart#marauders era#hp marauders
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i feel like sirius mf black in this pijamas😭🤘
#sirius black#marauders#harry potter#padfoot#nebula speaks#remus lupin#remus john lupin#the marauders#marauders era#remus loves sirius#good omens#outfit#fit check#ootd#outfit of the day#alt style
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(these are just some of my favourite sirius’)
please reblog for a bigger sample size <3
#sirius black#polls#jay polls#tumblr polls#marauders#goth sirius#grunge sirius#punk sirius#metal sirius#alt sirius#fem sirius#rockstar sirius#aesthetic#sirius#dead gay wizards#the marauders#harry potter
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idk what this is but black brothers shit makes me sad, enjoy:
“Regulus,” Barty began, only slightly tipsy. Sirius had told them they could each have one drink, and no more. And if they had more, he would find out. Regulus knew he would keep that promise, so one drink it was.
Well, for Regulus. Barty considered the one drink policy a personal challenge to do the opposite, but even Sirius had known that would be the case when he set it in the first place.
“Barty,” Regulus nodded once, surveying the party from his usual corner on the window seat. It was loud and overcrowded and he hardly recognised most of the students.
“We have to kiss,” Barty said, as though it was a normal way to lead the conversation. Let it be known that even for Barty, this was not a normal conversation starter.
Regulus blinked. Staring at him, attempting to deduce sarcasm or a joke or something that would indicate a lack of seriousness. There wasn’t any. He was serious.
“You’re serious?” Regulus said, asked.
A wobbly grin made its way onto Barty’s face. “No, that’s your brother.”
Regulus rolled his eyes. “If you want me to kiss you, this is not a good start.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Barty waved his hands and leapt onto the couch beside Regulus. Right across from him, staring intently. “Just listen.”
“That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“And keep doing it, Baby Black.”
“The nickname doesn't help your case either.”
“Shhhh,” Barty forced a finger onto Regulus’ lips, smushing them.
Regulus would have voiced how this also was not helpful to Barty’s case, but he was not able to do so (see: aforementioned fingers smushing his mouth into uselessness).
“You have to kiss me,” Barty said. Deep stare. Completely, unequivocally serious (no, not his brother)
Regulus blinked again. The boy before him was so genuine. His eyes were wide, almost vulnerable. It was unnerving. Regulus reached up and snatched Barty’s hand away from his mouth. He yelped in surprise, falling backwards
Okay, so maybe he was more than a little tipsy, Regulus observed as he tumbled back into the couch.
“Why?” Regulus asked, folding his arms across his chest as Barty stumbled back into place.
“We’ve never kissed anyone. We need to kiss people.”
“Why?”
“You have a lot of questions.”
“You don’t have many good answers.”
“Look, if we kiss each other, then we can never have a bad first kiss.”
“Why is the first one so important?”
“It just is.”
Regulus had read about it. The dramatic first kiss, that is, not kissing Barty specifically. It had never really clicked in his mind. Sure, he understood why people might think it romantic, or whatever. But then again, no, he didn’t. What was so special about one, the one, as if there were not going to be others after?
“So… we kiss each other?” Regulus said when Barty fell silent, apparently content with the poor case he’d made thus far.
“And then we can say we had a good first kiss,” Barty affirmed.
“Who says you’re a good kisser?”
“I’ll be a good kisser,” Barty said indignantly, shooting up in offence.
“How do you know? You’ve never kissed anybody before.”
“Touche. Now let’s change it, shall we?”
Regulus could have said no. But there was a desperation in Barty’s eyes, in his friend’s eyes, that encouraged his relinquish. He would tell you that was the only reason. He might even tell himself that. Both, of course, would be lies.
There was some small part of Regulus in which curious niggled, leapt, wanted to pounce even. He had never thought much of it, though, not really. It did not exist in any way that seemed significant. Not in a way he had read about. Not for the girls who would swipe their hair over their shoulders or whose breasts were large or whatever the hell seemed to encourage that twist in the stomach so sought after in his books.
No, the curiosity (or whatever it was) only jumped into his chest or just below his navel with Barty, sometimes Sirius’ best friend Evan when he played Quidditch, that one Ravenclaw Seventh Year who often settled in the uppermost corner of the library.
But that was neither here nor there. What was here, was Barty. Looking at him, wanting and asking in a very un-Barty-like show of politeness and vulnerability and something else Regulus could not for the life of him interpret.
“Fine,” Regulus huffed, as though he had not already mentally agreed about two minutes prior.
Barty just grinned. Beamed, really. He looked pleased. Regulus wasn’t sure how to interpret that either.
Regulus let Barty come to him, hands planted on either side of him on the window seat they normally shared anyway, and they kissed.
It was not dramatic, it was a kiss. Their lips were touching and then they weren’t. It was not bad, Barty wasn’t a bad kisser, it was just a kiss. Either there was something more to it neither of them were getting, or the whole kissing thing was sorely overhyped in novels and by his peers alike. There was something in his stomach that was satiated, maybe. Or maybe that was the funny feeling of the liquor he’d had. Even then, fireworks had not cracked and worlds (nor lips) had really collided.
It registered somewhere in his brain, though Regulus can’t quite recall if it was before Barty’s whole spiel, or in the moments after the kiss had taken place, that his first kiss (or any kiss, for that matter) should not have been with a boy. It just hadn't really occurred to him at first. And then it did. Barty looked very smug, apparently pleased with himself, and it either had not occurred to him either, or he did not care.
Maybe it mattered. The not-boy part. But the kiss hardly felt like it mattered, so Regulus decided it didn’t. But he also did not trust his own opinion on that (if he didn’t understand kissing to begin with, how could he decide who he kissed mattered as well?), so he sought out the one person whose opinion he could be sure mattered shortly after Barty’s exit where he was definitely going to continue to break Sirius’ one drink rule.
Sirius was grinning. It was the kind of grin he hardly recognised on Sirius anymore. It was loose and pleasant and the kind he would find on Sirius’ face when they were young (young-er) and he was laughing. Sirius still laughed, sure, but there was a difference.
“Hey Reg, you doing okay? Keeping to the one drink?”
He found he appreciated it when Sirius cared about that sort of thing, when he noticed if Regulus was being careful. He did not voice that, obviously, that would be weird. “I’m not a little kid,” Regulus replied instead.
“Well-”
“I need to talk to you.” Regulus waved a hand dismissively.
Sirius made a face. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“Okay then,” Sirius said after a beat, “talk.”
Regulus glances around. It was secluded enough, he decided. Well. Regulus stared pointedly at Dorcas.
“Noted,” she said, leaving without another word to give them space.
“I just had my first kiss,” he said without lead up or warning. Was that the kind of thing you led up to?
Sirius blinked. “Oh, okay.”
“Okay?”
“I don’t know what else you want me to say. Was it bad?”
“No, it was fine.”
“Good for you, then, was that all? Just wanted to give a general life update?”
“No. There's more.”
“Not too much more, I hope, we don’t need any more heirs to the oh-so Noble House of Black anytime soon.”
Regulus just levelled him with a glare. He didn’t quite understand what Sirius was referring to—or, he did, but only in the most clinical sense of knowledge (he’d read books, after all)—but there was an amusement to his brother’s voice that Regulus had long ago learned encouraging would only lead to more smug remarks. So Regulus refrained from asking for clarification, he would think more about it later, maybe read another book. There were too many thoughts in his brain already.
“It was with Barty.”
“What was with Barty?”
“The kiss. Our kiss. My first kiss.”
“Right,” Sirius said, eyebrows furrowed.
“Is that bad?”
“Is what bad?”
“My first kiss being with Barty, keep up.”
“Sorry, this is just a lot to take in at once.”
“So is it bad?” Regulus demanded, suddenly stressed.
“Why would it be bad?” Sirius looked as confused as Regulus felt.
“Barty. Barty is Barty, he’s…” not a girl.
There was an echo there. In Regulus’ head. He wondered if Sirius could hear it too. It sounded like their maman. It sounded like the discussions of soon-to-be arranged marriages that were already really arranged, with people much too close to the family (subtext: in the same fucking family) and with people who were definitely women and absolutely not boys.
“Oh,” Sirius’ face relaxed into one of understanding. Maybe he was reading Regulus’ mind, Maybe he could hear the same echoes of their parents' voices. Maybe both. “No Reg, that’s not bad at all.”
“They’d hate me for it.” The they in question was unspoken, but not really. It was as unspoken as their parents often were in Hogwarts. The kind where they were never mentioned by name, but they never had to be. They were already in the walls, in their skin, in their blood.
“Do you want to kiss… y’know, boys, again?” Sirius asked. He did not look mad. He maybe looked sad, but Regulus struggled with reading his brother at the best of times.
“I don’t know.” But, but… “But what if I did?”
“Then we’d figure it out.”
“How?”
Sirius looked away. Looked back. Looked away again, toward.
“You know, my first kiss was with Evan?”
Regulus stared. Followed Sirius’ gaze, which was toward Evan. The blond was now sitting very closely to the girl he was sitting, admittedly, less closely with minutes prior. “Really?”
“Really.”
It was bad, really. They both knew it. They both knew the women and the heirs and the arranged dates were all inescapable. Echoes.
But Sirius had kissed Evan, and Evan was a boy. Not a girl. And Evan was kind of Sirius’ Barty, if that made sense. It didn't really. Neither did them both kissing their respective Bartys and Evans. But they had. Both of them.
Their parents had been wrong before. Sirius, as far as Regulus was concerned, had never.
Sirius had kissed a boy. Regulus had kissed a boy. The world had not ended.
“We’ll figure it out, Reg,” Sirius repeated. He said it quietly, more to himself even though the statement was dedicated to him.
“Okay,” Regulus responded simply. Because he believed Sirius. Sirius had always figured it out. They would figure it out.
Sirius had said so.
#this is a third year reggie alt perspective of a chapter to come ages and ages away#but i was rereading it today for comfort#and realised how much i adore writing reg#writing tag#fic: that's the idea#regulus black#sirius black#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#slytherin sirius#the black brothers#marauders#marauders era#fanfiction writing#marauders fanfiction
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amortentia
a fic by @daprettieststar for @flufftober day three
T | mary macdonald/marlene mckinnon | 3.6k
flufftober day three: favorite scent
& alt 3: “wait you love me?” “i always have”
summary:
Amortentia day in Potions class turns out to be very eventful. Marlene relives her favorite moments of Mary through the scent of the potion. Mary confesses what it smelled like to her, too.
read on ao3
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#flufftober2024#day 3#alt 3#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#marylene#marlene mckinnon x mary macdonald#amortentia#lesbians#dead gay wizards
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RAAAH I GOT A DRAWING TABLET SO NOW I CAN MAKE DIGITAL ART
YONOW what that means >:)
I can put my fandom art online now :))
Be prepared, I'm gonna be so insufferable about it<3
#marauders art#dc art#good omens art#anime art#oc art#pjo art#marvel art#fandom art#im so excited#i just gotta get used to the tablet and learn how to use it#and then its over for everyone#CUZ IMMA MAKE FANART OF MY OWN WRITING#and also fanart in general#so so excited#literally tore the package open and set it up immediately#ive already drawn an alt lady
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