#lupin are you okay

[landofartandcraft]

So i watched the lupin iii vs cat's eyes and ...

Yeah it was really good like i was enjoying it genuinely even with the cgi animation (i really really despised it, it was so hard top watch BUT)

I mean yes there was some cliché i don't want to see anymore (nazis again, jigen and goemon "leaving" ...) but... I cared about lupin's fate?

I mean i was genuinely worried? Because it was so violent ? I love it! (damn my guy had his ass kicked in this movie)

Also i loved the interaction between the gang and my girls!!! Specially ai and lupin and zenigatta and toshi.

I almost forgot the animation ! Almost. Yeah no i was wishing it was 2D during the all thing but at least it was good so go watch it!

[evyltalks]

My contribution to the Marauders Cruel Summer Exchange!🖤

This project has been such a journey and I’m so excited to finally share it! Things took a little longer than planned (life happens) but it was so worth it to see everything come together in the end

I want to give a massive thank-you to Emma ( @emjayeingray ), the most patient and talented binder I could have hoped to work with. She made this process so fun, and her creativity and kindness made brainstorming ideas an absolute joy. She is a true gem and ofc the final binding is just stunning!

And, of course, thank you to @vellichorbindery for inviting me to participate in this amazing exchange.

For my part, I worked on the art on the cover and the little sketches printed inside the pages. Seeing it all bound so beautifully by Emma made all the effort so worth it.

Also a huge shout out to @mollymarymarie who wrote this masterpiece !!

[bruisedboys]

drunk remus will forever be my kryptonite. like imagine him just rambling about everything and then he sees you and is like "ohmygodyouresopretty"

hannah oh em gee. drunk lovesick remus is my everything. I love u for this

summary: remus is drunk and whipped

gn!reader 0.5k words

You walk Remus to the bathroom partly because he’s so drunk he can barely walk in a straight line, and partly because you’re just as clingy as he is right now and you’re not even drunk.

Your arm is braced around his lower back as you lead him down the carpeted hallway. He’s rambling about all sorts of nonsense, and you can’t say you completely understand or even catch a single intelligible word. But it’s nice to listen to his voice. Even if it’s all slurred and sticky.

When you stop at the bathroom door, Remus is not paying attention where he’s going and tries to keep walking. You snag his wrist and pull him back.

“Remus,” you say, trying desperately not to laugh. “Bathroom’s back here, love.”

Remus staggers backwards into your side. His eyes zero in on the bathroom door and then he blinks. “Oh.”

You snort but cover it up with a fake cough. And anyway, Remus is too inebriated to hear you having a laugh at him. He twists the arm that you’ve got in your hand to grab your hand with his instead. Then he pushes the bathroom door open and tries to pull you with him.

“Remus, what are you doing?” You giggle, planting your feet firmly on the threshold and refusing to let him pull you any further.

Remus turns, a blunt, almost impatient look on his face. “I’m going to the bathroom, dove. What does it look like?”

You snort. This time you don’t even bother hiding it. “I’m not coming with you, Remus.”

Remus looks at you like you’re crazy. “What?”

You shake your head at him, very amused and very looking forward to teasing him for this for the rest of his life. “What, d’you want me to hold it?” You ask, incredulous. “I’m not coming.”

Remus pouts at you. “Baby,” he whines.

You hold your ground, even though he looks awfully cute when he’s pouting like that. “Baby,” you mock.

Remus scowls. “Fine then,” he says moodily. You know he’s not actually angry but he’s a damn good actor, even when drunk. He drops your hand and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You don’t have to wait long for him to finish. A few minutes pass and then the door opens and Remus appears again. Looking far less sullen, like he’s forgotten all about your refusal to join him in the bathroom.

“Hi,” you say, grinning.

Remus stands there with his hand on the doorknob and a halo of light around his head and blinks. Stares at you hard. Then blinks again.

“Spare me,” he murmurs.

You’re alarmed, to say the least. “What?” you giggle, “Remus, what are you talking about?”

“I swear you’ve gotten prettier since two minutes ago,” he says, and he sounds genuinely boggled. Flabbergasted. “How is that possible? Are you kidding me?”

He takes your face in his big hands and stares at you intensely. He pulls your face so close to his he could kiss you. Looks at you with big wide eyes and parted lips.

“You’re sick,” he says eventually, after a lifetime of his eyes travelling all over your face. “Why would you do this to me?”

You giggle. Your chest feels tight though you won’t tell him that. “I didn’t do anything, Remus.”

Remus huffs. “Sure you didn’t,” he says, all sarcasm. “You’re—“

You kiss him to shut him up. Purely to make him stop talking, of course, and not because his doting is making your face burn.

-

[a-great-tragedy]

I just know James, Lily, Marlene, and Sirius had a riot when Remus married Tonks like:

“He did not!!”

“That’s like- my niece?? I die, and he marries my niece!”

“Well, he had to marry into the Black family somehow…”

“Come on guys this is clearly a lavender marriage, no way that girl is straight.”

[accio-sriracha]

Clockwork.

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Every month Remus gets ill. His eyes gain bruises and his muscles grow stiff. He winces in pain and groans in exaustion. Every month Remus' mind is wandering off somewhere else.

Every month Peter gets stressed. His nails are chewed to nothing and his fidgeting becomes relentless. He shifts uncomfortably and glances around skittshly. Every month Peter looks as though he'd just learned a secret he'd rather not know.

Every month James seemed worried. His eyes get wide and he never leaves his friend's side. He's oddly overprotective and always takes extra notes during class. Every month James watches a little more closely than the others.

Every month Lily looks concerned, her friends seem distant and her eyes grow curious. She watches and waits, trying to understand their sudden change. Every month Lily stands gaurd anyways, protecting Remus along with the others, what else are best friends for?

But Sirius... Every month Sirius looks like death.

His eyes are wide and bruised and sad. Sadder than anyone had ever thought possible for him. His nails are chewed on his shaking hands, his hair unkempt for once and his clothes wrinkled. He always carries his friend's books and bags and extra chocolate for emergencies. He skips lessons and refuses to eat, he can hardly speak without a tremor in his voice, can hardly stand without his knees buckling beneath him. Sirius is not known to be weak. But this time, every month, Sirius is the weakest man on earth.

Every month, Remus- poor Remus- goes through a transformation nobody else could even fathom the agony of.

And every month Sirius is weighed by guilt and anger and exhaustion like he's never felt before. He is weighed with the understanding that he is helpless, that he will sit there and watch as Remus howls in pain, and stay there with him as he struggles, as he claws himself in ettempt to escape his own skin, as he wakes up with more and more scars, as his eyes lose their honey-gold warmth, as he cries and screams and tries to shun himself from the world. He will sit there and suffer more than anyone could ever imagine.

Remus hates the moon.

But nobody will ever hate the moon more than Sirius Black.

[uhhlifeig]

Anticipation - Dec. 23rd - word count: 343 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The room narrowed down to just the two of them

Sure, a majority of their friends and their friends’ friends may also have been in that room, and the music may have been blasting at full volume, but that really didn’t matter.

What did matter was Sirius’s outfit for the night.

He was looking- well, he had a crop top and low-rise jeans on. And wasn’t that something? 

Also, the jeans were Remus’s. Like, whomst the fuck gave Sirius the rights to look that hot? Good lord.

Remus kept his thoughts to himself, though. There was no use in lusting after a friend that would never like him back.

~~~~~

A group of people settled into a circle for spin the bottle, Remus included. It was about an hour and a half after the party started, and everyone was about sloshed enough to reflect that. 

To Remus’s great delight, Sirius also sat down in the circle, right next to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Alright!” James cheered. “Marlene, you’re first!”

Marlene reached in the middle, spinning the bottle. The mouth end landed on Mary, who shrugged and proceeded to kiss her friend. 

“My turn to choose!” Marlene drunkenly crowed as she broke the kiss. “Sirius, you’re up!”

Remus watched with anticipation as Sirius reached out with his long, slender fingers and spun the bottle. He watched as the mouth landed on him. 

Him, as in Remus John Lupin, aspiring author extraordinaire.

He felt like he was floating as Sirius looked at him from where he was seated, and used those fingers to tilt his jaw so that Remus was now facing Sirius head on.

He barely registered Sirius tentatively slotting their lips together. But oh, God, did everything focus as soon as Remus could taste him. 

He pulled Sirius closer, until he was practically in Remus’s lap.

They continued like this for another minute or so, before:

“Oi! Get a room, you two!” Peter yelled as James and Marlene cheered. “No one wants to see two lovebirds snogging!”

[star-gurll]

The Marauders during puberty

James: stinks

Remus: grows two feet(twelve inches)

Sirius: acne

Peter: voice change

[terymlxyrstdus]

Happy Xmas and remember that Regulus gave James a flighing quaffle for christmas that he later on had in his pocket while he was getting married to Lily!

[class-of-classic-blog]

MY HEADCANON FOR PARENTS NAMES:

Snow White: Bianca White ( Bianca means "white" and Whites are probably one of the most obsessed families with their story, every single Snow White had a name with meaning relative to the fairy tails,)

Evil Queen: Eris Queen (I can't remember did I read a fic where she was called Eris but I think that the name of the goddess of discord really suits her)

Sleeping Beauty: Rosalin Beauty (pretty standard name)

Cinderella: Ophelia Ella ( a sweet name for a sweet girl)

Red Riding Hood: Scarlett Hood (one more standard name)

Big Bad Wolf: Aiden Wolf (close friends call him Andy :) )

Dark Fairy: Darcy Thorn ( oh the irony of being the dark fairy with dark name and yet cover yourself in light)

Candy Witch: Cinnamon Witch (I also didn't come up with this name myself. I saw someone use it for her a really long time ago but I can't remember who. If the person who came up with this name sees this, you deserve a reward, the name is perfect. But I hc that she goes by her nickname: Candy. Why? Because it's such a cute nickname)

Pinocchio: Oak Wood (I think that every family name has something to do with trees or wood. Oak sounds like a perfect name for someone sweet, young and cheerful and later as an adult calm and wise)

Goldilocks: Dolly Locks ( I just think that its a cute name and she kinda remind me of Dolly)

Huntsman: Archer Huntsman (Okay, so, Huntsmans are bad at naming their kids, like REALLY BAD. Hunter we are counting on you to break that cycle)

King Charming: Dashing Charming (I read one fanfic were he is named Dashing and i think that name suits him, i myself couldn't come up with the more fitting name)

Queen Charming: Grace Charming (I also read that one in a fanfic and i think it fits her, somehow whenever i think of Charmings Dashing and Grace are the first name that come to my mind)

Rapunzel: Cressida O'Hair (I first just like the name but then i found out the Cressida means "golden" so it goes well with Rapunzel story)

Pied Piper: Devin Piper ( It means "bard" or "poet", the perfect name for a musician. Also, Piper is really a cool name, too bad it is already his last name)

Mad Hatter: Maddox Hatter (I just like silly names for Wonderlandians, especially Mad Hatter)

Queen of Hearts: Victoria Hearts ( okeey, it's not a very Wonderlandian name but neither is Elizabeth and Vicy is a cute nikename)

Cheshire Cat: Lorelai Cheshire (I didn't want to go for the obvious one Chatrine, like, I get it, she's a cat, She literally named her daughter Kitty, or maybe Katrine Kitty for short, BUT THEN I REMEMBER THAT TOLERAI EXISTED which is literally the same name just different first latter and I already gotten attached to Lorelai, so, umm if you all could just do me the favour and pretend that these are TOTALLY different names I would be very thankful)

Alice Wonderland: Amilia Wonderland ( Also would her last name be Wonderland or Liddell? Bonus cute nickname Amy)

White Rabbit: Castor Blanc ( At first i just liked the name but don't you think that "dutiful" is a perfect for White Rabbit)

White Swan: Elenor Swan ( It means "shining light" and to be honest with that destiny she's going to need some light in her life)

Black Swan: Callisto VonBart (What would be the last name of The Black Swan? VonBart?BlackSwan? I put VonBart because I found an OC of Odille on Pinterest and her last name was VonBart. I don't know)

Frog Prince: Hanry Croakington ( i reafuse to belive that he named his son after himself. Nuh-uh. He named Hopper after his father or maybe his grandfather)

Robin Hood: Wren Hood ( Listen, Listen, maybe they just have a thing with the birds?)

Maid Marian: Pandora Charming ( I don't think that there is a destiny stricly for Maid Marian. I think thats just a princess from Charming family or from nobel family, that's why i gave her last name Chaming. Last name changed after the wedding)

Beauty: Primrose Beauty ( Ah, Beauties and their roses)

Beast: Damian Beast (like it)

Fairy Godmother: Beatrice Goodfairy ("blessed one" mmm... too bad you can't bless yourself)

Jack Beanstalk: Jasper Beanstalk (nice)

Snow Queen: Isolde Winter (perfect for ice queen)

Snow King: Nikolai Winter (took his wife's last name, couldn't think of his own that's not arleady taken)

BONUS: PRINCES CHARMING

The Good King: David Charming (i think that only the main Charming follow that logic with names where all siblings have names with the same first latter)

Cinderella's prince Charming: Louis Charming (he's a nice boy)

Snow White's prince Charming: Cassian Charming (I just like it)

Sleeping Beauty's prince Charing: Liam Charming (don't ask)

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

I know we all like using water for Regulus ships. But let me raise an alternative.

Use poet instead. WHY? Because we all already headcannon Reggie to be a poetry/book nerd.

So IE:

SunPoet (James and Reggie)

LunarPoet (Remus and Reggie)

PetalPoet (Evan and Reggie)

FirePoet (Lily and Reggie)

PoetKiller/TragicPoet (Barty and Reggie)

[addsalwayssick]

sirius giving remus a lap dance to the beginning of sexyback send tweet

[spiritstar477]

Minific Wolfstar fluff -1011 words- G rated also posted on ao3

I love you

Remus is a fidgeter. He’s always doing something with his hands, making something. And he always gives his little creations to Sirius.

After three months of dating, he’s given Sirius:

1. a rock that matches his eyes (which Remus found by memory while in Beasts class)

2. a strand of Remus’ hair with a strand of Sirius’ hair tied around it

3. a little broomstick he made with sticks and grass (and charmed to fly around him when it’s picked up)

4. a scrunchie he crocheted with his mum over spring break (it only sort of looks like a scrunchie)

5. a random animal bone he rubbed his thumb on until it became misshapen and smooth

6. way too many origami animals that James secretly charmed to run around when Sirius says Remus’ name

And all sorts of other stuff he’s found or made. He doesn’t expect Sirius to keep any of it but he does. He keeps all of it. He charmed a box so it would always fit any small items placed inside.

They’re sitting in the library, Remus is reading and Sirius is working on a paper that he should have finished days ago.

“I love you,” Sirius tells him, leaning over to bump their shoulders. Remus flushes slightly and kisses Sirius’ head. I love you, he thinks.

Only a moment later, Sirius is swept away by James and Marlene for a sudden quidditch practice. Gideon, who’s a year below him, moves to sit across from Remus. They’re not really friends, but they’re friendly, as all the Gryffindors are with each other.

“Why don’t you say it back?” He asks. Remus cocks his head to the side, confused.

“What?” He asks.

“He said I love you. You didn’t say it back. Actually, I’ve never seen you say it back.”

“I— um…” Remus loves Sirius. He loves him more than he’s ever loved anyone or anything ever. He just doesn’t know how to tell him. He can’t make the words cross his lips when Sirius is there no matter how hard he tries.

Sirius says I love you, and instead of saying it back, Remus kisses him or hugs him or runs away with a convenient excuse of forgotten homework (which is ridiculous since they all know Remus doesn’t forget homework). It’s not that he’s not ready —he loves sirius, he knows he does— he just… can’t.

And now he’s thinking, does Sirius know? Does he know that Remus loves him? That to Remus, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened? What if he thinks Remus doesn’t love him?

He leaves Gideon without answering, gathering his stuff and quickly leaving the library. It’s almost like he blacked out because he suddenly finds himself in the astronomy tower.

It’s windy; strong enough that he’s almost worried it’ll blow him away. But he’s too caught in thought to worry about anything else.

It’s probably at least an hour before he starts talking out loud, saying the things he wishes he could say to Sirius. He has no problem saying them when he’s alone, he can even say them to Lily when he’s talking about Sirius, but when Sirius is there…

“I do love you,” he says like he’s practising what he wants to say to Sirius, though he knows he won’t be able to.

“I love you more than anything. I love every bit of you. I just…” His chest feels tight, his lungs heavy. “I don’t know how to say it. I can’t say it. When i try it feels like my stomach is going to eat its way out and my throat closes and I can’t breathe. The words are on my tongue and I know what they are but they won’t leave my mouth and—”

A floorboard creaks behind him. Remus whips around and is faced with Sirius, who’s staring at him, a small smile on his lips and eyes unreadable.

“I—” Remus tries to speak but anxiety coils in his stomach, tightening around his throat, choking him. He makes a small gasping sound.

“It’s okay,” Sirius says. He steps closer until they’re only inches apart, his gentle hands resting on Remus’ arms, grounding him. “I heard what you said. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but…” He’d heard it all?

Sirius nudges his head on Remus’ chest and smiles up at him. “I’ve always known you love me,” he tells Remus. A little sound —a sigh of relief, maybe— escapes Remus. He pulls Sirius into a hug and they stand there like that, swaying slightly in the wind.

“I know you have a hard time talking about feelings,” Sirius says into his chest. “Honestly, I thought that’s why you always give me stuff. I know you like to collect as well.”

Remus smiles into Sirius’ hair. “I don’t collect,” he mumbles, barely loud enough for Sirius to hear him over the wind.

Sirius barks a laugh at that. “Remus,” he says, leaning back to look at his face. “How many books have you reread?”

“None,” Remus says in a confused tone. “I don’t need to. I remember what I read.”

“Exactly. Yet you keep all your books because you like them. That’s collecting, Love.” As Sirius speaks, the anxiety is slowly loosening its hold on Remus.

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed,” Sirius jokes, but his face turns serious after. “I don’t need you to tell me you love me. I already know you do. I see it when you give me things you made or found. I feel it when you look at me, when you talk to me. I feel it when I’m the only person who’s allowed to touch you.” Sirius runs his hands over Remus’ back, like proving a point.

“I like telling you that I love you. But I don’t need to hear you say it to know that you love me, okay?”

Remus smiles and pulls Sirius close again. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” Sirius asks.

“Just…” he swallows hard. “You know.”

“Yeah. I know.” And Remus can hear the smile in his voice.

[goldrushenthusiast]

unfortunately in all my wanting to be a Remus or a James or even a Sirius I still ended up and never was anything but a Peter

[loonyloopylupin96]

Technically... true?

[irlp1rate]

i normally hate multishipping but when it comes to the marauders? i am feral.

[accio-sriracha]

Shout out to when I first became a marauders fanfic writer as a teenager and hated Peter Pettigrew for killing James and Lily SO MUCH that I wrote one of the most horrible Peter Pettigrew angst/bashing seventh year fic I've ever written and felt so guilty I never even published it and immediately started getting defensive over him.

Now to this day every time anyone says shit about him as a kid or how he was never really their friend I'm just immediately like BUT HE WAS STILL THEIR FRIEND BACK THEN YOU CANT DO THAT TO HIM JUST BECAUSE OF HIS ADULTHOOD HE WAS A MARAUDER TOO!

Everything you know about me is a lie, I was once the thing I now hate the most and actively regret it to this day.