#remus is just like me.

[quillkiller]

so me and my dad exchanged cars for the weekend and let me tell you i was feeling the vibe of your dirty femme sirius when i was screaming hot to go on the highway with my dad’s big black pick up (i know it’s not exactly the same but driving a pickup has a certain feel to it)

DIRTY FEMME NATION RISE………

[doodlemcjazzhands]

Meanwhile Lily and Remus did not have nearly as much fun...

{Divination Class (pt. 2/3)}

[thisantithesis]

thinking of professor lupin teaching a bunch of middle schoolers. he’s the kind of odd teacher that everyone knows about, but every year without fail his students end up loving him because of how fun he makes class. he has a picture of him with another man on his desk, and it’s kind of blurry, not really showing more than a young, smiling Remus holding a person with long, black curly hair, which he never talks about, but one day one of the more outspoken students asks him about it and all he says is “oh, just me and an old friend” and then promptly moves on. of course no one believes him, because although they might be children they still have keen eyes, so they see the small, fond smile on his face when he glances at the picture from time to time. word gets around school, not in a malicious way, just children curious about who odd professor lupin could be so fond about. eventually weeks pass by, to the point that the picture on remus’ desk is almost forgotten, until one day in the middle of class, a strange man knocks on the door. the class erupts into whispers when they see the long curly hair, all holding their breaths to see who exactly this person is, and they’re not disappointed when the man walks up to professor lupin, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and hands him a lunchbox with a small whisper before turning around and leaving. everyone is dead silent as remus puts his lunch away, gaping at the professor over what just happened. eventually one of the kids speak up, asking the question everyone is wondering: “was that the same man from the picture on your desk?” remus seems unfazed by the looks he’s getting from his students, replying with a simple “yes” as a smile slowly shapes his lips. “why did he kiss you on the cheek?” another student asks, to which remus replies “because he’s my husband.” his answer sets off an avalanche of questions, a chorus of “HE’S YOUR HUSBAND!?” echoing through the classroom. the shock of the discovery makes it a highly discussed subject for many weeks to follow, students across the school still in disbelief over it because they can’t believe that the man, remus’ husband, is real. they all talk about how he must be an angel, because no one can be that beautiful. with his curly hair, bright blue eyes and sharp gaze, and it’s all remus can do to relay every single word he hears to sirius when he makes it home in the evening, knowing how much his husband enjoyed flabbergasting the minds of those young children.

[orbch]

hey guys! i was just looking for some old old art of mine of something specific! i didnt find it!! and it doesnt matter! because i found some 2021 SANDERS SIDES FANART. which before 15 minutes ago, i was 100% sure didn’t exist. and it includes some bangers such as; 15 year old me’s moceit, prinxiety, c!thomas, and vague intruality!!! and also! it doesnt suck total ass!!!!! enjoy.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Remus: Virgil is so cute, he squeaks like a squeaky toy when you hug him!

Virgil: that's the sound of the air being forced out of my lungs as your arms crush my ribs, Remus

[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.

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[veryinnovative]

seeing all those vids of friends/partners/family running beside the train when it's leaving and all i can think abt is regulus going back to hogwarts for his seventh year and watching how sirius and james sprint outside next to his window

[deathnguts]

Sugar daddy Moonwater AU where neither are aware of it at all.

Like, Regulus is so rich that he’s never even looked at a price tag before because it’s guaranteed he could afford it and he naturally continues to not do that when he gets gifts for Remus, leading poor man Remus to just have a ton of luxury items out of nowhere. And Regulus has just kind of always been a big gift giver with those he loves so Remus learned early on that being humble or self conscious about regulus spending money on him made Regulus sad so he stopped trying to fight it. And that only made it worse because regulus just starts paying for literally everything he can now, because he has the money and he thinks his boyfriend deserves the best anyway so why hold back? Like, they move in together in either a huge apartment where regulus pays rent or he straight up buys remus’ dream home out of pocket, regulus pays on dates, regulus pays for groceries and gifts and house items and clothes and it takes Remus a while to realize, wait he hasn’t paid for anything in months what the fuck-

And then after he does realize this he can’t stop seeing it and it’s so lovingly embarrassing. Like, he’s 6’5 and the older and less attractive one in the relationship… and he just sits there like an idiot while his pretty little boyfriend pulls out his fucking platinum card. Like, they go out and waiters give Remus the bill because he looks like he’s the ‘man’ in the relationship or whatever and Remus awkwardly slides it to Regulus. And I imagine getting a job is hard for Remus because as either a werewolf for magic aus even just a disabled person in muggles ones he can’t really sell himself or guarantee a schedule or do much hard labor and he also can’t afford college so he’s kind of stuck. But then here’s regulus who’s telling him he actually doesn’t have to work at all, regulus has enough to fund him for life, and if he’d like to get a degree then regulus can either pay for it or if it’s an Ivy League the Black’s have probably donated thousands so if he just puts in a good word then Remus will be fine either way.

And regulus still doesn’t have any bells ringing in his head that this is strange because it literally isn’t to him, why is Remus looking at him like he just answered a prayer or something.

[pennie-umbra]

I can't stop thinking about the gifts the "dark" sides gave, how all of them were so clearly for the person receiving the gift but also so clearly from them

They all gave gifts that included things they had in common with the person or had something very personal to that person but that also spoke to their identity

Virgil gave Logan the ARG cause he likes to playfully haunt/scary the other sides and he likes mysteries and scary stuff. Cause Logan likes solving puzzles and challenging himself. Cause they both know what is like for people to not quite understand who you are and reduce your identity to just one or two superficial traits.

Janus with the russian doll gift boxes, cause he likes playing with people (and their feelings lets be honest), cause both him and Patton like gags/pranks and cause Patton likes personal heartfelt and genuine gifts so much more than he would ever like some expensive gift.

Remus gave "Mr. Fuzzy" cause he likes spending his time making weird gross stuff, cause both him and Virgil like scary stuff (and maybe both have a tendence to see scary creatures as cute or endearing), also Mr. Fuzzy kinda looks like a spider or is it just me? And he knows Virgil likes to have comfort things that he can keep around, like plushies. Even the reference to their shared past could fall into this.

I think its all very symbolic of their whole acceptance arc. They will try to connect with the others and find a middle ground but they're never going to stop being themselves

[drowningmoon]

I just want to know that who looked at the lines "finally, the flesh reflects the madness within// well you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you Remus?" And thought that 'yeah that screams straight best friends and heterosexuality'

[lexithwrites]

I really don’t think Remus would get into a fight but you can bet your ass that man is pulling up on his bike to look threatening when Regulus calls him saying some guy is being a creep at the bar

[magicbeings]

i have a million deadlines at work so, logically, instead of working I drew a quick sketch of a scene from one of my fics again.

from the piano scene on chapter 2 of are you lonely just like me

[enbysiriusblack]

wolfstar where it's unrequited from remus' pov but requited from sirius'...

[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!”

[orbch]

the glasses gays and those obnoxious twins

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I hope the orange side has a super detailled extra show-offy villain outfit like Remus and Janus because I think it'd be cool (I personally think a punk outfit with a bunch of spikes could be awesome and fitting for a side that I think will represent anger) but also funny because like there's these three super glamorous dark sides and right next to them is this dude in a dark gray hoodie who is COMPLETELY dripless (Virgil)