#blacksisters

[the-colourful-witch]

🥀💀 Bellatrix Black 💀🥀

There she is, the Mistress of Evil :) She scares me so much. I wanted to share a few thoughts on young Bellatrix. She’s rough around the edges, she has a blatant dark side and she’s not scared of anything, which makes her reckless.

In contrast to her sisters, Bellatrix is not afraid to show her sharp edges. She doesn’t care about being liked and she likes to shock people. Her views on the Wizarding World are extreme, like her parents, and her loyalty to the Dark Arts and the Dark Lord runs deep. I feel like she would be good at mind games and psyching people out, alongside having a talent for curses and violence. I look forward to drawing her adult self, to see what damage Azkaban has done to her :)

I put the sketches here again, to compare them with the end result. I’m glad I took the time to sketch out some outfit ideas. Bellatrix’s style is so specific and bold, I needed to practice :)

[literarypurveyor]

Joyful Echos

Check out “Joyful Echos," a captivating short film by Ivory Elizabeth that captures the enchanting world of three young Black girls reveling in the beauty of childhood.

by Ivory Elizabeth “Joyful Echos” is a captivating short film that captures the enchanting world of three young Black girls reveling in the beauty of childhood. As these spirited young souls engage in exuberant games, the film beautifully highlights the pure joy that defines their carefree existence. In a world where Black children are often victims of adultification, “Joyful Echoes” serves as a…

[ariannaadams]

🏛️ Andromeda Black and her Greek namesake Andromeda 🏛️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The legendary princess, Andromeda, was a mortal woman born to King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. Andromeda’s fate was sealed when Cassiopeia bragged that Andromeda was more beautiful than the Nereids. (sea Nymphs) These arrogant statements by Cassiopeia angered Poseidon. He sent a sea monster as a punishment. Andromeda was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to the monster, but she was saved by Perseus, who married her and took her to Greece to reign as his queen. . . . #harrypotterart #fanart #greekmythology #griechischemythologie #griechisch #greek #harrypotter #HPArt #ariannaadamsart #Hogwarts #andromeda #andromedablack #blackfamily #blacksisters #artistoninstagram #smallartists #Art #Artwork #zeichnung #drawing #traditionaldrawing #traditionalart (hier: #12 Grimmauld Place) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuDzpio-ld/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iamgonnagetyouback]

james potter x blacksister!reader who breaks down in front of him

The halls of Hogwarts were silent this time of night, the only sound the occasional creak of floorboards or the soft wind brushing against the stone walls outside. James Potter had been patrolling—another night of prefect duty—when he saw a figure slumped near a window, head in their hands.

He wouldn’t have paid much attention, probably would’ve assumed it was someone sneaking out past curfew, but the gleam of dark hair caught his eye. He stopped, his heart sinking. It was you.

You and James weren’t friends. In fact, you weren’t friends with anyone, really, except your own family and some Slytherins like Barty, Evan and Pandora. Most people knew to keep their distance from the Black siblings, pure-blooded and cold. You walked with your chin high, always distant and aloof, like you didn’t care about the world around you.

But now, huddled near the window, your shoulders shook with quiet sobs. James hesitated, unsure if he should leave or approach. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this—broken.

Slowly, he stepped forward. “Hey…”

You didn’t respond. Your sobs didn’t falter, and he suddenly felt out of place. He wasn’t supposed to see this—wasn’t supposed to see you like this. But something inside him couldn’t just walk away.

“Black?” His voice was softer this time, unsure, but you still didn’t move. He took another step closer, and that’s when you finally looked up, eyes red and puffy. There was a desperation in your gaze that caught him off guard, and before he could say anything, you shook your head.

“Please…” your voice was hoarse, a whispered plea. “Don’t look at me.”

James froze. He’d seen people cry before, but never like this. Never someone so proud, so unbreakable, shatter in front of him.

You wiped your face quickly, trying to compose yourself, but it was no use. Your mask had already crumbled. You knew James could see everything now—the pain, the hurt, the cracks in the perfect image of the Black family. And for some reason, that made it worse. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this. No one was.

“Look, I didn’t mean to—” he began, but you cut him off.

“Just… don’t,” you choked out, voice shaky. “Please.”

James swallowed hard, guilt flooding him. He could leave, give you your space like you asked, but something in his gut told him that’s not what you really needed.

“What happened?” he asked softly.

You stiffened, staring down at your hands, the silence stretching unbearably. James was about to give up when you finally spoke, your voice barely audible.

“Sirius… he ran away.”

James blinked, his heart skipping a beat. Sirius had only run away from home a few days ago, but he hadn’t told anyone where he’d gone—only that he’d shown up at the Potter’s doorstep with nothing but the clothes on his back. How did you know?

You must have sensed his confusion because you let out a bitter laugh, though it was tinged with more sadness than anything else. “I know he’s with you.”

James’s throat went dry. Of course you knew. Sirius was your brother, after all. But that didn’t explain why you were crying—why the tough, untouchable Black sister had broken down in the middle of a dark corridor.

“He didn’t even tell me,” you continued, voice wavering. “He just… left.”

The words hit James like a blow to the chest. He’d always seen Sirius as invincible, but to you—his sister—Sirius leaving must have felt like betrayal. Like abandonment. And for the first time, James understood. You were left behind to deal with the mess of the Black family while your brother escaped.

You sniffled, wiping your face again, but this time your hands trembled. “I’m supposed to be the strong one. The one who holds it together. But…” You broke off, biting your lip hard, as if trying to stop yourself from crying more. “But I couldn’t. Not this time.”

James crouched down beside you, unsure of what to say. “It’s okay to not be strong all the time,” he said quietly, surprised at how soft his own voice sounded.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Not for me. Not in my family.”

He understood that. The Blacks had a reputation to uphold—a legacy of power, of purity. Emotions had no place in their world.

But you were just a person. A sister who had lost her brother to a world that wasn’t yours.

“I can’t hate him for leaving,” you whispered, almost to yourself. “I just… I just wish he’d told me.”

James’s chest tightened. “He was probably trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting,” you snapped, though the words came out too broken to sound convincing.

Silence stretched between you, the weight of everything pressing down. James wanted to say something to fix it, but he knew there was nothing he could say. Sirius was gone, and you were left to pick up the pieces.

“He’s going to be okay,” James finally said. “I’ll… I’ll look after him.”

You looked up at him then, eyes glassy but determined. For a moment, the vulnerability vanished, and you were the strong, unshakable Black again. But this time, James saw beneath it. Saw the hurt that came with that strength.

“Promise me,” you said softly. “Promise you’ll take care of him. No matter what.”

James nodded, his voice firm. “I promise.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief, but the sadness in your eyes didn’t fade. You stood slowly, brushing off your robes like nothing had happened, though the cracks were still there, visible to him now.

Without another word, you turned to leave, but before you walked away, you paused, looking back over your shoulder. “Thank you,” you whispered.

James opened his mouth to respond, but you were already gone, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor, leaving him alone with the weight of your words.

He’d keep his promise. For you, for Sirius. Because now, more than ever, he understood just how much it mattered.

[ghostwritermia]

Pairing ~ Remus Lupin x blacksister!reader (slytherin reader)

Word Count ~ 988

Summary ~ With a haunted mind you look for solace in books, when you really needed it from your boyfriend, and he happily gave it to you

Warnings ~ Beginner level writing, angst, mentions of evil Walburga and Orion (they can literally just leave), Remus being a sweetheart, unedited

Note From Mia ~ Second time writing on here....I hope you like it, but I understand if not lmao

You had always been more on the reserved side. Where Sirius had chosen to leave the tortures from 12 Grimmauld Place behind him when the Black Siblings returned to school, you and Regulus had been the opposite.

You couldn’t forget. It wasn’t possible. The horrors you always faced at home haunted you every night, leading into early in the mornings, leaving you restless the rest of the day. The only peace you got was when you could sneak off into the library to bury your nose in whatever book you had your hands on. Whether that was a reread or a completely new genre, it didn’t matter. It was an escape.

So, that is exactly what you were doing now. You had been curled up in an armchair in a secluded corner of the library, reading, for almost an hour now. No distractions. Mind blank. Peace finally washing over you.

Letting out a soft sigh, you flipped the page, getting ready to read another chapter when a shadow loomed over you.

“Hello, Dove,” Remus whispered from above you. “Having a bad day?”

You and Remus had met in the Library on a rainy afternoon, and just sat together in silence while reading. Over time you had started small talk, and that led to conversations, which then led into a friendship, turned secret relationship.

It’s not that you wanted it to stay a secret, however, Remus and you were both scared of backlash from Sirius, and you were terrified of your parents; therefore, they could never find out.

Remus notices that you’re too far, too deep into your book to notice him. To pull you back into the present, he carefully rests a hand on your thigh and rubs gently, coaxing you back into the real world.

You flinch slightly at the contact before looking up to see your boyfriend. “Oh, Rem, hi. How long have you been there?” You ask, shutting your book to give him your undivided attention.

Remus ignores you, smiling gently, not sympathetically though, because he knows by now that you won’t accept it. “What do you need from me, Dovy? To talk?” He’s more than aware that you are not actually going to open up right now, he can see it in your eyes from a mile away.

“Can you just hold me?” You whisper, your words laced with vulnerability. 

Remus’s eyes soften before he shuffles you around, sliding onto the chair behind you, and situating you onto his lap. He doesn’t say anything. He just holds you, gently stroking your hair, occasionally leaving a kiss to the crown of your head. 

When he thinks you're almost asleep, you speak again, “Nothing ever lasts forever, Rem.”

“I know, love. What are you referring to?” He asks, dread filtering into his mind. The lycanthrope has a love-hate relationship with your deep thoughts. Some bring on deep meaningful conversations, whereas others are filled with unnecessary insecurity and doubts.

“Us,” You mutter the exact words that he was dreading.

“No.” Remus says sternly, a tone you rarely hear him use. “I will always love you,” He turns you so you’re sitting sideways in his lap, him making direct eye contact with you, making sure that you hold it. “We’re not doing this, you need to get rid of whatever negative ghosts that are haunting your mind, because we are not breaking up. If I need to help chase those ghosts away, then so be it, but you cannot let them dictate our relationship. Ours, not theirs.”

You nod, burying your head into his neck, breathing in the calming scent of cocoa and old books, mixed with a hint of pine. 

“I want to hear you say it,” He whispers, nudging you with his shoulder.

You lift your head from the crook of his neck and smile weakly. “Ours, not the ghosts.”

“Exactly right, Dove.”

Remus leans in and gently presses his lips to yours, and you reciprocate before he leans back, pulling you into his chest. “I love you,” He whispers, again, knowing you needed reassurance. “And I always will.” 

You nod, “I love you, forever and always.” It comes out in a whisper, but Remus hears it anyway and presses his forehead against yours, but not before pressing a kiss to your nose.

He slowly reaches up and presses the pads of his thumbs where he knows your dimples are and where he knows they should be right now. “Can you smile for me, Love?”

And you do. Because you love him, more than you thought you were ever capable of. You smile crookedly, showing Remus that it is indeed a true smile, and he leaves a kiss on both dimples before pulling away and smiling back at you.

You bring your own thumbs to his face, rubbing gently over the hundreds of freckles scattered along his face.

He kisses you gently once more before grabbing your book, “Now, what were we reading before I interrupted?” He questions teasingly. 

“Well, I was reading that,” You admit sheepishly, pulling out a quill and ink container from your bag.

“The Wonderful Wizard of Oz?” Remus raises a teasing brow.

“Oh hush,” You shove his shoulder. “I was in the mood for something different and it was in the muggle book section. It seemed interesting.” 

“No judgment from me then, Dove.” He whispers, opening the book at your marked spot.

And that is exactly how you and Remus spend the rest of your day. Him reading to you, and you drawing thin vines, small flowers, and a variety of constellations on his various scars while you listen to his soothing voice tell the story of a girl with a dog that somehow got sucked into a tornado and transported into the world of Oz. It didn’t make sense to you, but Remus was reading it, and that was all that seemed to matter to you at that very moment.

[thesilverlady]

https://www.tumblr.com/thesilverlady/727169114311950336/the-dichotomy-of-fire-blood-calling-daemon-both?source=share

Well, thanks to the "grey morally" writing of Ryan and A**ond bitter stans they have turned Daemon into a mustache-twirling villain

see, my issue is actually self proclaimed readers who internally "corrected" the wrongs of the show and just see daemon as some bad ass simp for whatever person they ship him with

[chinesefemalerappers]

チーム友達 | TEAM TOMODACHI (重庆remix) - DonotZetah杜娜泽塔，黑妹儿BlackSister，宋思琪，UKE...

[wanou-dorm]

HSA- Don Station

hourglassstation @fumikomiyasaki Name:Don Station

HDD:  Dusk Brother  

Based on: Uni and Blacksister

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Male

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 17

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: December 12

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Sagittarius

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 5’8

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿:Red ,  green in  HDD

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Black  into white , 

White  ( HDD)

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Nextunia 

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: 1st Year

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 1-D

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Black vice  sector  leader 

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: misc Fighting Clubs/ Cooking Club 

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Target/ programming 

Wrost Subject : Social Etiquette

Sexuality: Pansexual 

Homeland: Fuujin city 

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Right

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Dark Chocolate

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Eggplants..due some bad Dreams 

Likes: Guns, FPS Games, Arcade Games, Shooting Ranges , His Brother , Poisonelle Plays, Fanfic Writing 

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀:  Slackers , His Brother’sStubborness , His lack of Confidence , When his Insecurities called out

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Training, Gun Collecting  , Fanfic Writing , Sharp shooting , Video Games 

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀:  Sharpshooter , Dual wielding Pistols, 360 no  Scope , Attracting Robots( no Seriously Uni being friends  with Robots is common ), Baking, Hand To hand Combat, Enchanting Bullets with Magic, Boom Headshot ! , Camping 

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory: 

Don is Blake’s Younger brother , He’s still Kinda of a Tsundere  like Blake . But Don is said to much Friendlier and Perkier than Blake . Generally playing A Straight man  to most of the Group . Not that Don Can’t be Harsh  as Blake but prefers not to be too Be harsh eles he’d be in same Denial that Blake is often in . 

Don is Very well known to be what most People call a Gun Nut he gets very excited when he sees a new one. He hasn’t Seen before. He infact is know for variety of guns  to fight with as well as Swords. 

Don is a very Fond of Blake and Often tries emulate him which has Lead to His More  Stubborn ,Competitive and Untrusting Attitude when it comes to his Brother and Anyone who Tries to befriend due an Incident involving a Supposed friend that actually tried to Poison Don to get him out the way.

Unique Magic 

Where Are You Looking!? -

It makes Anyone he Cast it on Basically a beacon , making anyone including allies Attack them. 

Trivia

Due the Parelles between This “Friend “ it’s like that it’s a Twisted Wonderland version of K-sha ( Aka Konami ) 

He Least  favorite Teacher is Marcell due to his vibes and Trauma 

Don break the Fourth wall not as much as Plutus 

One example he thought  about showing Emma some strange 

Rocks he found during a camping trip only to imagine  he Emma who is Eevee accidental touching one and “Evolving” he Mulled over the possibilities of every stone .

He Realizes Emma being a Fox Dosent make any sense cause … their  a Cat and a Dog  among her sisters 

Don also  had and said “ Good , you never Saw it coming .” 

Robots love him  he has no reason why he attracts Robots , Programs, Cyborgs  and Ai to be Friends with him . Twst Nepgear is jelaous.

His Unique  Magic is a Skill from the Game   

Huge Fan Of  Poisonalle , Has written polynalle fanfic 

[the-colourful-witch]

🌹Andromeda Black🌹 The second of the Black sisters. I had fun drawing Andromeda. She was surprisingly easy. I was going for a rom-com protagonist vibe. The girl next door, the kind and slightly mysterious girl with a complicated backstory :) And may I just say... I love the red outfit so much! I want it. Like all of the Black family members, Andromeda has a high level of class. Her clothes fit well and are of good quality. She dresses feminine, in a way that fits her kind personality. She doesn't crave being the center of attention and gladly lets her sisters take the lead socially. Andromeda is perfectly content doing her own thing. But make no mistake! When she's provoked, the full Black psycho is unleashed. She's fiercely protective of the ones she loves. I can't wait to finish the series with Bellatrix. She's going to be a joy to draw :)

[vetrael]

Black Sisters

#harrypotter #houseofblack #blacksisters #bellatrix #narcissa

[theravenflawed]

Bellatrix: bitch

Andromeda: Hah. I've been called worse

Bellatrix: Like?

Andromeda: Your sister.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

✧ ೃ༄ ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ *ੈ✩

⁀➴ ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ

✰ ➵ angst ♡ ➵ fluff ୨ৎ ➵ funny

⋆ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - You play the popular 'Asking my boyfriend to leave while I change' prank on James. (♡)

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - Inspired by this. (୨ৎ/♡)

𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 - When James stays quiet, too quiet, on your first date, unwelcome thoughts start clouding your mind. (✰/♡)

𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐍 - James becomes a worried mother hen when you faint in Herbology class. (♡)

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 - You go through a whirlwind of emotions when drunk. (୨ৎ/♡)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - James hated the rain, but you had the opposite views. (♡)

james potter x reader where james forgets he has a date...with you? (୨ৎ/♡)

james potter x blacksister!reader who breaks down in front of him (✰/♡)

james potter x sick!reader where he finds the perfect excuse to take care of you (♡)

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 (ex!reader) - Guess Lily will have to taste you too. (✰)

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 (mom!reader) - Hearing Harry talk about his first date makes you and James remember your own.

james potter x reader who does the 'not saying i love you' prank on him (୨ৎ/♡)

james potter x reader who loves hates his fall puns (୨ৎ/♡)

⋆ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐎𝐔𝐓-𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 - You ask Sirius if he’d still love you if you were a worm. (♡)

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 - You always had a knack for messing it up. But your relationship with Sirius was not going to be one of them. (✰/♡)

𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 - Your project night with Sirius turned into something you had been dreaming of. (✰/♡)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (rockstar!sirius x singer!reader) - The constant tours, postponed dates, and then Sirius again leaving for a tour makes you realize you couldn't do it. (part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4) (✰/♡)

sirius black x drunk!reader who ends up drunk confessing to him (♡)

sirius black x girlfriend!reader who doesn't give up on him even when he gives up on himself (✰/♡)

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 - Regulus black x Sirius Black (✰)

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 (black family) - Inspired by this by @maladaptivewriting (୨ৎ)

chef!sirius black x reader who is terrible at cooking (୨ৎ/♡)

sirius black x reader where a hufflepuff hits on you in front of him (୨ৎ/♡)

chef!sirius x reader who talks to her 'secret admirer' in front of him (୨ৎ/♡)

⋆ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 - You were tired of Remus pushing you away. (✰/♡)

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 - You somehow end up on a date with Remus and realize his true feelings towards you. (✰/♡)

remus lupin x reader who's too cold (♡)

remus lupin x reader who tastes like cinammon and apples (♡)

doctor!remus lupin x teacher!reader who gets pushed by her students (୨ৎ/♡)

remus lupin x reader who dresses up as him and david bowie (♡)

roommate!remus lupin x bookworm!reader where he acts like he hates you but still there are new books lying on your desk every day (୨ৎ/♡)

remus lupin x reader where a push from peter might just be what remus needed to hold your hand (୨ৎ/♡)

ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ 「².¹¹. ²⁴」

[aagdolla]

Street style 

[middleblacksister]

Andromeda Black inst: iamandromedablack