#australian sirius

[phesh-n-cheps]

THE MARAUDERS CHARACTERS AS NATIVE AUSTRALIAN ANIMALS

(i apologise if an animal you like isn't here or if you disagree, these were just ones that i knew and thought fit best) !!! special thanks to my sister @professor-geen-berries for helping me choose :] !!!

james - common wombat (vombatus ursinus)

sirius - red-tailed black cockatoo (calyptorhynchus banksii)

remus - brush-tailed rock-wallaby (petrogale penicillata)

peter - crest-tailed mulgara (dasycercus cristicauda)

lily - superb fairywren (malurus cyaneus)

mary - short-beaked echidna (tachyglossus aculeatus)

marlene - sugar glider (petaurus breviceps)

emma - superb lyrebird (menura novaehollandiae)

emmeline - platypus (ornithorhynchus anatinus)

dorcas - diamond python (morelia spilota)

pandora - blue-ringed octopus (hapalochlaena maculosa)

evan - freshwater crocodile (crocodylus johnstoni)

barty - tasmanian devil (sarcophilus harrisii)

regulus - fairy penguin (eudyptula minor)

alice - koala (phascolarctos cinereus)

frank - greater bilby (macrotis lagotis)

special mention obscure characters :]

florean fortescue - eastern quoll (dasyurus viverrinus)

august ollivander - green stream frog (litoria phyllochroa)

[blueironywrites]

Title: Green

Rating: PG

Prompt: World from @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 297

Summary: Remus is not fond of Sirius’s new teammate.

I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.

On behalf of my fellow Australians, let me tell you where it’s really at: It’s not football. It has always been and will always be soccer.

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Sirius watched in amusement as his boyfriend paced the floor of their small apartment, while he ate something his coach had said was called ‘acai’. He had no idea how to pronounce the word but he wasn’t going to complain if he was allowed to eat bananas and peanut butter.

As Sirius chewed on a blueberry, Remus continued his ranting that had not stopped since he had picked Sirius up from practice that morning. “And another thing,” said Remus, fuming. “He calls it 'soccer',” his voice mimicking the Australian accent of Sirius’s new teammate. “I mean, what the fuck? Who says that?” he asked, his eyes wild as he looked at Sirius, who was hiding a smile.

Remus’s eyes narrowed. “Are you laughing at me?” he demanded.

Sirius bit back a grin. “I’m not, no, wait,” he said, as Remus rolled his eyes, “I’m not,” he continued. “It’s just…”

“…what?” asked Remus.

Sirius paused, carefully considering his words. “Fabian is actually a really good defender,” he said, hesitantly.

Remus rolled his eyes for the second time before crossing his arms and glaring at Sirius. “He wants to fuck you, you know,” he bit out.

“What?” Sirius said, laughing. That’s what this was about? Jealousy was an absolutely adorable look for Remus, particularly while Remus let out a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a yell.

“Okay, okay, you need to calm down, love,” he said, placing an arm on Remus and forcing him into the chair next to Sirius.

After a few moments while Sirius could feel Remus still stewing in his anger, Sirius held out his fork. “Banana?” he asked, faltering at the glowering look on his boyfriend’s face. “Suit yourself,” he said, shrugging, and ignoring Remus rolling his eyes for the third time.

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HP Rec Fest 2024

Day 4: Comfort Fic

Among the Gumtrees

By Wolfstargarden

Sirius inherits his uncle's farm, but finding the right farmhand isn't as simple as he'd hoped:

Sirius just couldn’t help but wonder if fantasising about his straight farm assistant was maybe one boundary breach too far. On the other hand, perhaps Remus shouldn’t suck on the end of his pen while lost in thought.

@hprecfest

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

AUSSIE TRUCKER REMUS AND RICH SIRIUS CHAPTER 1/?

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[hannahjane3]

ok @olivers-cocoapuffs evan is from perth post has inspired me so where would all the marauders be from in an australian au?

james: a respetable sydney i think

peter: i’m thinking more a brisbane boy- still a nice place like not as nice as sydney or melbs

remus: i get melbourne vibes- idk i feel like he���d be a tafe boy until sirius pays for him to go to uni and he gives me melbourne uni vibes (but not in the usual distasteful way- he’s smart asf so he goes to the best uni)

sirius: i’m including reggie here and i must say i’m a little torn. my gut says tasmania because of the whole black family but orion and walburga give low key clive palmer and pauline hanson energy. idk i think imma stick with tassie but they defs move to melbourne and go to melbourne uni (derogatory)

marlene: NT. I CANT EXPLAIN IT BUT SHE ABSOLUTELY LIVED IN THE DESERT AND ABSOLUTELY THRIVES ON SUBVERTING EVERYONES EXPECTATIONS OF THE KID FROM THE NORTHERN TERRITORY

lily: low key i think sydney too because like,,, idk i just like the idea

mary: adelaide maybe? idk i honestly don’t know much about mary but i think adelaide’s a good medium?

barty: perth but specifically the most dodgy fucking suburbs. i’m talking gosnells, thornlie typa places.

evan: as a rosier twins truther i’m including pandora- high key kinda think melbs? idk pandora would thrive in the arts seen and as a trans rosier twins truther melbs just fits my image idk.

dorcas: i wanna put some more WA rep in here so imma say mandurah i think. she’s classy yk.

[florenceafternoon]

Modern muggle AU Sirius would buy all his friends a Jim's franchise.

The real question is which company does he assign to which friend?

Marlene definitely got Jim's Dog Wash

Frank got Jim's Bookkeeping

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

James: hey lads-

Sirius: don’t you dare say it

Regulus: what can’t he say?

James: it’s a bit fucking cold

Sirius: it’s ten degrees you wanker!

[marauderswolf22]

Sirius: do you know that in Australia there are two kangaroos for every person? Remus: wait- Sirius: so can i have a kangaroo? please? Remus: no Sirius: BUT EVERY AUSTRALIANS HAVE TWO OF THEM! I WANT ONLY ONE

[spacenutspod]

In this episode of "Astronomy Daily," hosts Steve Dunkley and his AI sidekick Hallie delve into the latest astronomical news and discoveries. The episode kicks off with a light-hearted exchange between Steve and Hallie, followed by updates from the Astronomy Daily newsletter. Key highlights include: 1. SpaceX's latest achievements in lighting up the sky, showcasing their advancements in space exploration.2. The Australian Space Agency's moon rover naming competition, reflecting Australia's enthusiasm for space and public participation.3. The conjunction of Mars, an astronomical event causing several spacecraft to temporarily lose communication with Earth, highlighting the challenges in space missions.4. A groundbreaking Russian experiment, Sirius, involving six participants in a simulated space voyage for a year, aiming to understand the effects of long-term space travel on humans.5. A significant discovery by astronomers using a network of radio telescopes: capturing detailed views of a plasma jet from a supermassive black hole in a distant galaxy. This finding challenges existing theories about the formation and evolution of such jets.6. The Starship Test launch by SpaceX, which ended in an unexpected disintegration, underscoring the complexities and ongoing challenges in space technology development.7. The Australian Space Agency's shortlist of names for the country's first moon rover, with a public vote to decide the final name. The episode also features a special video on the SpaceNuts podcast group Facebook page, showcasing the journey of Artemis One's launch and Orion's moon orbit. Additionally, Steve shares insights into the latest SpaceX Starship test launch and its implications for future space missions. Listeners are encouraged to participate in the moon rover naming vote and to join the SpaceNuts podcast group on Facebook for more engaging space-related content. The episode concludes with a reminder to check out previous episodes of Astronomy Daily and to subscribe to the newsletter for regular updates on astronomical events and discoveries. #astronomy #space #news #podcast #astronomydaily

[carniferous]

one wip i haven't talked about (bc it isn't a wip it's just an idea i've always wanted to do) is a professional tennis player au.... solely because i'm a big tennis fan

[soft-likethesunset]

THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL

hp boys (marauders and golden era) x reader on a snow day! this is my first attempt at smth like this ever so we're gonna pretend i'm good

i'm also australian and have never seen snow so i'm truly making this up

featuring! james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, ron weasley, harry potter, fred weasley, george weasley

james potter

he has no concept of a day inside. ever. as soon as he sees snow outside, he's dragging you out of bed, all excited and happy and shoving one of his jumpers over your head with a, 'it's snowing, love, c'mon c'mon c'mon!' sledding, snow angels, and the most competitive snow ball fights you'll ever experience. if your fingers get too cold, his gloves are already off and he's slipping them onto your hands, before blowing on them gently with the sweetest boyish grin you've ever seen. by the time you two make it back inside, your cheeks are rosy from the cold and there's snowflakes in his hair. he flops onto the couch closest to the fire, his arms wide open and the two of you fall asleep like that, you pressed close to his chest and his arms tight around you.

remus lupin

the two of you have a quiet day in beautiful solitude. how the two of you managed to get some peace and quiet, i have no idea. but you spend the day cuddled up, leaning back against him by the fireplace as you both read together, swaddled in blankets. he somehow knows how to make some of the best warm drinks the world has ever seen. i'm talking cinnamon, warm milk, honey, marshmallows, the lot. there's soft records playing in the background, and it's soft and warm and comforting, the opposite of the harsh weather conditions outside. loving lupin is like that, really. warm. he runs his hands through your hair softly, humming along to the music, just the two of you.

sirius black

ice skating together. for sure. i'm a firm believer that both of the black brothers are amazing at ice skating, and you wake up to his hair falling in your face and that goddamn sirius black grin, a pair of skates in his hand. the two of you rush to the black lake, now frozen over, and he laces your skates for you, every bit the gentleman he was raised to be. he holds your hand and you skate out to the ice, muffled laughs from behind his scarf. once you get the hang of it, it's genuinely fun. even if he's a bit of a show off, skating backwards and on one leg and doing jumps that make your heart stop. you both fall down together innumerable times, leaving you a little sore but hearts pumping, and laughter that gets hushed by a kiss.

ron weasley

you cannot convince me that the son of THE molly weasley is not absolutely incredible at baking. you two make it to the kitchens and pull out the ingredients to make 'the best bloody gingerbread known to man, i swear'. before you know it, you're both covered in flour head to toe, and recovering from a fit of the giggles. while the dough sets, he grins at you like he can't believe that him of all people is with you. he spins you gently, swaying to the christmas music warbling from the old radio, and you rest your head on his chest, at ease and content. it's impossible not to be content, with him. the gingerbread is just as amazing as promised, spiced with ginger, cloves, nutmeg and countless other things you had no idea went well together. sure, you get icing and flour all over yourselves but at the end of the day, you both had a damn good time.

harry potter

you don't see much of the chosen one all day, really. you don't find it odd, per se, but it's a little off-putting, the way he's practically disappeared. it's just about sunset when you finally see him, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in pants but a wide, beaming grin on his face and a look in his eyes that you've learnt to know means that he's proud of himself. you both slip under the invisibility cloak, sneaking up to the astronomy tower where the most beautiful little picnic has been laid out. your favourite foods, hot chocolate, and a perfect view of the world blanketed in white around you. he looks at you, a nervous grin on his face. you just crash into him with a hug in return. you stay there, just the two of you, until you fall asleep under countless blankets, watching the stars.

fred weasley

similar to james, he's so very excited the minute he sees snow. the two of you spend most of the day outside, first absolutely destroying each other in a snowball fight before calling a truce, making up with a kiss covered in snowflakes. you then both decide on the next best thing; charming snowballs to fly at passerby's. by passerby's, you two mainly mean ron. the whole day is a blur of rosy cheeks, messy hair and messier kisses, and a warmth in your chest that no amount of cold weather could ever dampen. after a long, exhausting day, you two walk into the common room, damp with melted snow and pure happiness. he flops onto the couch like another did not too many years before, and grins at you like a madman before reaching to mess your hair up even more. 'looks better like that', in his very professional opinion.

george weasley

ever the slightly more chill twin, george and you do go outside to compete in what has suddenly become the world championship of snowball fights, but you both quickly grow tired of that and sneak off, finding a quieter spot. he slips his jumper off the moment he sees you shivering, insisting that 's'fine, angel, i wasn't cold anyway, take it'. he conjures up little fireworks for you two to watch as you build a snowman that looks a bit too much like a certain toad like teacher, and take great pleasure destroying it together. the trek back to the common room is long but full of laughs, and when you see the amount of blankets strewn around, well, what other choice is there but to make the world's best blanket fort, equipped with enough pillows to get lost in and little floating balls of light that softly illuminate his cruelly pretty face.

[wandonthecouch]

farmers market jegulus au - snippet <3

another snippet for you all! for context, james, effie, and baby harry have a tent where they sell their farm's produce, and regulus and sirius have their text (next door ofc) where they sell their art - regulus with his wood carving/sculptures and sirius with his paintings. oh and remus is an Australian cowboy at @venear-tmblr 's insistence and I love it so here you go!

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“Morning, Mr. Black!”

Regulus smiled at the small ten-year-old, one that he rarely showed in public. 

“Harry, you can call me Regulus, you know,” he leaned over the foldable table separating the two, peering over into the tent next to his, taking in the array of fresh vegetables, fruits, and jams. “Has your nan got any of that goat cheese yet?”

Harry frowned, running a finger over the duckling carved out of mahogany, and then the giraffe made of oak. “I don’t think so. Da says Jenny is being real stubborn lately.” 

Regulus let out a light chuckle. “Oh, Da says that, huh?” He began rummaging through his tote bag slung over his foldable chair, making a noise of triumph when he found the pouch with the small carved giraffe. “I made you something.”

Harry’s eyes lit up, a big toothless grin on full display (he’d lost one of his front teeth last week) that Regulus couldn’t help but mirror. “Really?”

Regulus nodded, holding out the pouch. Any other kid would have snatched the present out of his hands in seconds, but not Harry – he didn’t have a greedy bone in his body. It’s one of the reasons that Regulus actually tolerated the child, instead of being blatantly disgusted like he was others. 

Harry gently accepted the gift, turning the giraffe around in his hands. 

“Thank you, thank you! This is so cool,” Harry gushed, looking up at him over his glasses. Then, in almost a whisper, “You remembered.”

Regulus, to his surprise, found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Who the fuck was he? He had clients booked for his art years in advance, he’d made thousands off of his wood carving alone. Why did he care about what some glass-wearing, crooked-smiled child at a farmer’s market thought of anything he’d made?

“Harry, love, can you give me a hand—”

Oh. That’s why. 

James appeared from behind his family’s tent, carrying a wooden crate full of turnips. Fucking turnips. The man was carrying turnips and Regulus was trying not to drool at the sight. 

Disgusting. 

“Oh, hey, Reg,” James stopped, eyes softening, mouth turning up in a way that made Regulus think his heart was swelling, almost too big for his chest. “How’s your morning been?”

It wasn’t until Harry looked at him, brow quirked, that Regulus realized he needed to actually respond. 

“Good, not too busy,” he stumbled over his words. James adjusted the crate in his arms so he could hold it with one arm (oh god), and reached down to pick the giraffe out of Harry’s hand. 

“Oh, this is cool! I bet it’ll sell right away.”

Harry furrowed his brows and made grabby hands at his father, who promptly returned the figurine. “It’s mine, Da. Mr. Black–Reg made it for me.”

James’ eyes resembled warm honey, their color especially bright in the early morning sun. “Really?”

Regulus shrugged nonchalantly, looking between the two and fiddling with his rings. “Well, yeah. We spent all last Sunday talking about how he wanted to see the giraffes at the zoo in town, and how they were his favorite animal, so…”

James’ smile was blinding. He ruffled Harry’s hair, who grumbled under his breath but leaned into the touch. “Did you say thank you to Regulus?”

Harry, huffed, seemingly done with the conversation. “Yes, Da. Moony says being polite is sexy.”

Regulus coughed out a laugh, while James sighed and shook his head at Harry’s retreating figure. 

“I swear, he’s such a bad influence sometimes,” James muttered, turning to set the crate down on the ground by their tent, giving Regulus a full view of… everything in his athletic shorts. Regulus sucked in a breath, willing his cheeks to not turn pink. He couldn’t even blame it on the heat– the air this morning was anything but humid. Perfect for a day at the market. Not perfect, Regulus deduced, for being around James Potter all day.

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thanks for reading, lmk what you think!

[kiss-fr0m-a-r0se]

Hey 🤙

I’m Evan Rosier and this is my blog

🥀About me: I’m biromantic, I’m demisexual, my pronouns are he/him, I’m Indigenous Australian and French, I’m a Slytherin, and I’m a twin

🥀Likes: my sister, my friends, taxidermy, collecting dead bugs, autopsies, visiting Australia, skateboarding, going for walks in forests, drawing, and painting

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AUSSIE REMUS AUSSIE REMUS AUSSIE REMUS AUSSIE REMUS

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About me:

Im Keke!!

● Australian ● Virgo ● Ravenclaw ● She/Her ● 25 ● Bisexual ●

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[hyperfixation-fix]

Yo yo peeps! I'm finished my long-fic Throwing Stones at a Glass Moon, and I want some help figuring out what to write next...

Some excerpts of my early drafts are below the cut, if you're curious!

Marylene one-shot:

A year later, after getting outrageously drunk at one of the Marauders’ first illicit parties and predictably ending the night by chucking her guts up in the dorm bathroom, Marlene had climbed groaning into Mary’s bed.

“Make it stop, Maryyyy,” she whined, flopping face-down next to her and tugging pathetically on her sleeve.

“Make what stop, love? The consequences of your actions?” Mary teased, unsympathetic. She wasn't too sober herself, but had at least had the good sense to pace herself and was feeling a little superior. “I did warn you not to try to keep up with Black.”

“But James did!”

“Yep, and I'll bet you a tenner your dear Captain ended the night just the same way you did.”

Marlene groaned again, and Mary softened.

“Have you had any water tonight?” she asked, already reaching for the cup on the bedside table.

Marlene shook her head, still face down in the pillow.

“Here, love, sit up and have a drink.”

She sat up and drank the water obediently. When she had finished the water, Mary took the glass and put it back in its place.

Marlene watched her blearily, warm brown eyes reminding Mary so much of a sad puppy that she couldn't help but pat Marlene’s flushed cheek affectionately. “Oh Marls, you poor sweet thing you,” she laughed teasingly. “Let’s get you into bed, eh? You'll feel better after a bit of shut-eye.”

Marlene nodded sadly.

In the end, she’d fallen asleep in Mary’s bed, curled up on her side as though trying to hide from the impending hangover.

Wolfstar one-shot:

The wolf was ravenous and spiteful, that first full moon of 1977. The transformation was as slow and torturous as it had been the night before, and the wolf persisted long after it was complete. It roamed restlessly around Remus’s mind, snapping bitterly at every passing thought until Remus’s world was little more than biting pain and blood-tinged confusion. He writhed weakly on the floor of the shack, human body begging for rest but lupine mind refusing to let it.

Through the haze of pain, Remus became vaguely aware of a scent familiar to both man and wolf. The wolf pined for it and his body reached out spasmodically, a name forming on lips so chapped that they split immediately. Remus tasted blood. And then, mercifully, the scent solidified into gentle hands on his face and a soft voice in his ear.

Sirius held Remus’s head in his lap as his body convulsed, shushing him softly. As the wolf recognised the scent of its playmate, the thrashing slowed and stopped. The wolf retreated with a final, mournful whine that escaped Remus’s lips from deep inside him.

“It's alright, it's alright,” murmured Sirius.

Australian uni AU:

Remus made his way slowly across the strange, empty grounds of Hogwarts University. The air was still and hot, thick with the scent of scorching asphalt and eucalyptus trees baking in the summer sun. The patchwork shade of the gumtrees lining the path gave little relief from heat, and Remus felt sweat bleeding through his shirt at the small of his back. That summer had been the hottest on record (as had the summer before, and the summer before that), and even the doubtless well-watered greenery of the campus was greyish and singed. The Freo Doctor, as the cool offshore breeze was lovingly nicknamed, had clearly not been doing his evening rounds.

Overhead, a magpie sang out a pretty string of threats, and Remus ducked quickly into the shade and relative safety of a bridged walkway. Magpies rarely swooped this late in the season, their chicks having long since flown the nest, but he had heard far too many horror stories of beak-blinded children to test his luck. Bending over to shield the dim screen from the sunlight, Remus consulted the map he had photographed on his way in. The building to his right must be the library, which meant that student services should be straight on and to the left. At the very least, it would be well air-conditioned, and Remus would take his wins where he could get them.

Keeping his head ducked in case the magpie decided to launch an attack anyway, Remus trudged on along the red-brick path. It was dreamlike, he decided, walking like this through the university in off-season. Surreal, in that over-bright, too-crisp way dreams sometimes had. Somehow, the grounds felt even less real now than they had the last time he was here. He'd had to get high as balls to get out of bed that morning, and it was a morbid kind of funny, really, for him to be here now, sober as a judge and twice as respectable, and for the whole thing to still feel so much like a dream.