#divinerapturee

[rsbigbang]

R/S Big Bang Fic & Art: an intrusion (E)

Title: an intrusion

Author: @divinerapturee

Artist: @superdupercore

Beta Reader: @angel-daydreams

Summary: 

In nature, there is predator and prey, an innate balance that exists to drive life and evolution. But just because you are one does not mean you cannot be the other.

Or: how Sirius Black gets her kidney stolen on a Tinder date and falls in love with the woman who did it.

read on ao3!

[polaroidcats]

is it too late for a gender reveal party for me 😬

or course not!!!! you are officially a pirate now!! 🏴‍☠️

send me an ask and I'll assign you a gender (cowboy, vampire, pirate)

[uspiria]

5 and 21 xx

hmm underrated horror silent hill is probably the most underrated in film form imo.. i think the film is pretty much perfect divorced from any other context

favorite slasher would probably be scream but idk i've come to appreciate tcm more and more over the years

[steelycunt]

i'm pretty sure you were the one talking about town to town by microdisney and i just need you to know my life has been irrevocably changed since first listening to it. ty.

that was me!!! you are very welcome i have always been obsessed with it for like the last week!!!

[kaaaaaaarf]

monday snippin'

Thanks for tagging me @lynxindisguise & @fruityindividual <3 I'm going through a bit of a dry spell when it comes to my writing, but I did write this last week for my band au, which is absolutely feel good and absolutely not soul destroying.

Sirius is slow to wake—it's their final day in town and he has nowhere to be. He blinks dazedly at the early morning sun filtering in through the window and smiles—he feels warm and happy. He basks in the feeling for a moment, lets himself doze a moment more before he registers how strange it is that he's so warm—he's sweating, actually, and can feel his t-shirt sticking to his back. The puff of breath on the nape of his neck gives it away. Fuck. "You can't keep doing this." "We're not doing anything." Remus mumbles, at least having the good grace to sound chastised. "Remus." he sighs, running his hand tiredly over his face, "I've woken up with you plastered to my back every day this week. I definitely fell asleep alone." A long pause, and then, "My bed's too big..." "It's a queen." He can hear Remus swallow, "The rooms too cold." "That's what the heating dial is for." "Well, you're not in my bed." Remus sounds petulant even as he strokes Sirius' hair back from his face, placing an all too gentle kiss to his temple. Sirius sort of wants to scream from how good it all is. He can feel his eyes start to well—from longing or frustration he isn't sure. "You can't do this to me, Remus." he groans, "You can't hold me and pretend that it's nothing—you know this means something to me. It hurts too much to be this close to the thing I want so fucking badly and can't have." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" "Just...five more minutes. Please, let me hold you for five more minutes? Then I'll leave. I promise." Sirius lets it happen, of course he does. It's another hour (and yet another broken promise) before Remus finally gets up and goes—only leaving the telltale ache in Sirius' chest as proof he was there at all.

np tagging: @kaleidoscopexsighs, @moon-seas, @pain-in-the-riri, @imsiriuslyreading, @colgatebluemintygel

@emjayeingray, @brigid-faye, @hihimissamericanbi, @divinerapturee & @just--vi

[sommerregenjuniluft]

KITTY LOAF PICREW

np tagging @moronappreciator ofc, @kaleidoscopexsighs @veryinnovative @itsjaywalkers @rottin6 @plecotusauritus @kaaaaaaarf @casstration @divinerapturee @214lilacsky @sixlane <3

[foursaints]

saints moodboard 🂱 🂴 🂸 🂽

go to pinterest and make yourself a mood board, whatever that means to you.

thank you beloved jen @quillkiller for the tag… this is so fun. i could look at everyone’s for hours

no pressure tags: @fernhelm @carniferous @sixlane @itsjaywalkers @pupmotif @divinerapturee @rottin6 @freaklaboratorie @bloodbruise @jewishregulus

[lynxindisguise]

beginning of the week snippet

ty for the tag @kaaaaaaarf I've just started writing the antichrist au, and here's what we have so far:

Pestilence hates his job. He tried to get a new one once. Applied to several accounting firms under the ever-so-ordinary name ‘Remus Lupin.’ Gender: homo. (Funny of them to check that, really, if all the applicants were meant to be human. Did they truly think he’d slip up and put ‘daimos’?) Address: Your Earthliness. (Looking back, he fears he was meant to put ‘Of the Realm of Earth'). He didn't get a single interview.

tagging @fruityindividual @divinerapturee @kaleidoscopexsighs @babblingflowers @vajazzly and anyone else who'd like to share :)

[belleandsaintsebastian]

hello everyone <3 my friend siraj @siraj2024 has reached out to me to share their campaign + story with you all.

siraj and their family have experienced extreme hardships. they have been displaced a total of six times and are currently living in a tent. they are lacking the basic necessities of life, like food, water and safety. their children have witnessed unimaginable things and are living in constant dangerous conditions.

please consider donating if you have the means + please share their campaign. help siraj's family rebuild their lives!!!

their campaign is currently only at $2,643 of $82,00 and has been progressing very slowly. please share if you cannot donate + tag people you know!! help siraj and their family get to safety + rebuild their lives <3

tagging some friends who might be able to share <3 @lupinsmoons @fadeintoyou1993 @boygirlgf @vlindervin7 @roobychoo @divinerapturee

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

yeah alright this is cute as hell (tysm @lynxindisguise @spindrifters @kaaaaaaarf & @greengrug for the tags ✨)

np tags: @moon-seas @divinerapturee @fate-myfriend @angelfruittree @fxreflyes

@wanderingdonut @imsiriuslyreading @pain-in-the-riri @vajazzly

[sayingyournames]

snippet tuesday

thank u @divinerapturee for the tag! here’s a lil unedited bit of ‘analog baby’, the remus pov companion to you wouldn’t like me

“What the fuck was that, Lupin?” Dorcas Meadows has one hand on her hip, the other flicking the screen of her sidekick back and forth in sync with the song on the radio. Remus watches the fluid motion of it - ignores her question and flops back into the beat-up office chair behind the counter, spins it around with the tip of his shoe and directs a question at the store’s CD case. “Is it overkill to put on Tegan and Sara again? In case he comes back in later?”  “It was overkill a week ago. Now it’s honestly embarrassing - like, I’m embarrassed for you.” Dorcas rolls her eyes to emphasize her disinterest and Remus gets it, can’t blame her at all really, considering how the last few weeks have turned him inside out into a person he doesn’t recognize. Considering that the tiny bell over the shop door is still vibrating from the motion of Sirius breezing through it a few minutes ago - after popping up onto his tiptoes to give Remus a kiss on the cheek and rewire his brain with the tenderness of it. The easy sweetness that comes so naturally to him - the kind Remus has never considered himself capable of and is terrified to see directed at himself. Remus thinks about texting Sirius - he’s always thinking about texting Sirius these days - half-formed thoughts about fancy dinners with candlelight, how Sirius’s rings would sparkle under the glow of them. He opens a blank text and stares at it long enough that Doracs huffs and uses the heel of her boot to spin Remus back around to face her. “Okay, I’m putting on System of a Down,” she says, reaching over Remus’s head to grab the CD and open its case, sliding it into the stereo and flicking Remus’s ear for good measure, “Maybe it’ll rattle some sense back into you. Get your head back out of the clouds.”

tagging no one bc i’m terrible at keeping up with who’s already been tagged for things <3

[quillkiller]

out of context-line :~)

(thank you for the tag @inevitablestars & @kaaaaaaarf 💗)

A head lifts up, then. It’s Evan’s. Face glistening from the beads of sweat on his forehead, eyes glossy and wide, pupils dark. “Barty?”

A gasp comes from underneath him when he speaks, belonging to Pandora.

np tags: @sugarsnappeases @divinerapturee @themuseoftheviolets @sixlane @veryinnovative @itslotuseater @itsjaywalkers

[kaaaaaaarf]

two truths and a lie

thank you for all the tags!! I have felt a bit shite today so it's taken me a while to get to. @lynxindisguise, @polaroidcats, @fruityindividual, @faggylittleleatherboy, @squintclover kissing you all over your faces.

np tagging: @kaleidoscopexsighs, @whorerific, @itmeanssungod, @moon-seas & @divinerapturee

[lynxindisguise]

snippet time

He slips into a deeper sleep than he has in ages and wakes to find Remus sitting cross-legged on the floor, gently swinging the little brown bear back and forth. His big, russet eyes meet Sirius’s, and he beams.  “We still need a name for him.”  So the bear is a recent development, then. That’s helpful. “What about Teddy?”  Remus chews his lip thoughtfully. “After Ted?”  “No...” No stuffed bears named after Teddy Roosevelt in this world, then. ”Just think it suits him. Teddy bear.”  “Teddy bear.” Remus smiles. “I like that. Do you like that, Teddy?”  The bear cub squeaks with what could easily be either dismay or approval. Remus takes it as a sign of approval, kissing the bear’s—Teddy’s—cheek and tickling his tummy. Sirius wanders over to the mirror, casually studying his artfully unkempt hair and beard. He looks healthy enough—his arms well-muscled, his belly comfortably padded for winter.  “‘Why Prince Sirius, you’re the fairest of them all,’” Remus teases. “When you’re done admiring yourself, can you help me up?”  “Think I’ll take my sweet time if that’s how you’re going to ask for my help,” Sirius quips easily, scooping up the little bear in one arm and offering the other to Remus.

tagging @kaaaaaaarf @plecotusauritus @divinerapturee @impishtubist @fruityindividual

@hiddenmoonbeam @colgatebluemintygel @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @babblingflowers @vajazzly

[spindrifters]

someday snippet

ty for the tags @lynxindisguise @fruityindividual n @kaaaaaaarf xx and uh yeah, sorry about this & also not to make crazy promises but you might be getting this chapter tomorrow

“Rudeness just won’t do, will it?”

“No, sir.”

“Speak up when you’re spoken to, there’s a lad.”

“No, sir,” he repeats, a bit louder, but there’s a strange lightness growing in his chest. As if he isn’t really here anymore. As if what’s happening now is something he’s just seeing from above, separate and untouchable, and unable to touch him in turn. Vaguely, he thinks of Sirius, just on the other side of the door. That door may as well be made of impenetrable stone.

no pressure tags @plecotusauritus @divinerapturee @impishtubist @femme--de--lettres @rollercoasterwords

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

sometime snippet

tysm @lynxindisguise @kaaaaaaarf @fatemy-friend @divinerapturee @worldenough-and-time @colgatebluemintygel & @squintclover for tagging me in various and sundry snippet shares over the past couple months 💘 here's my very belated offering from this is my body:

They don’t move quickly enough to outrun the downpour completely. By the time they’ve both flung themselves into the Buick, panting and cursing and scrambling to roll up the windows, Sirius’s t-shirt is half-soaked through, her thighs sticking uncomfortably to the vinyl upholstery covering the bench seat. Remus hasn’t fared much better, her tawny curls soaked with rain and plastered wildly across her cheeks, long legs spattered with mud. Her chest still heaves as she catches her breath and pushes the wet strands out of her eyes, and Sirius doesn’t realize she’s staring until Remus is suddenly staring back. Something ripples between them – a current, flooding her nerves, short-circuiting her brain, filling her lungs and overwhelming every survival instinct Sirius has as she drifts gently, relentlessly, inevitably into Remus. A scarred hand catches her by the chin, and Sirius can practically hear the wheels turning behind Remus’s furrowed brow – golden eyes flickering softly across her features, caught between pulling Sirius closer and holding her at arm’s length, searching, warning, pleading. Sirius wraps her own hand around Remus’s wrist, drags the fingers cradling her chin up and across her lips and presses one, two, three soft kisses across her knuckles. Remus’s lashes flutter and Sirius turns her hand over, pressing one more soft, slow kiss to the palm of her hand.  Remus exhales, sliding her long fingers into Sirius’s wet hair, and Sirius’s face is warm, she’s so warm all over, but she still can’t help shivering. “Sirius — ”  Sirius leans forward — a reassurance, a leap of faith whispered against her lips. “Remus.” They kiss, crashing together like waves breaking on the shore, a prayer answered.

np tags: @strezzlecki @sommerregenjuniluft @vajazzly @wanderingdonut