#the blueprint to my marauders obsession

[aniwahstan]

Writing Wolfstar as the main ship after writing only Jegulus for a longtime is so FREEING bc the dynamic is so different and it feels damn good.

Anyways

Snippet from this dark academia / magical realism AU

(Smut below the cut)

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As if reading his mind, Sirius pulls Remus’ hand, wrenching his body in closer to him.

“I want you,” he finally resolves, meeting Remus’ eyes with an intensity of a storm breaking through the sky.

Remus starts to shake his head, fear and guilt sweeping in like a strong wind pulling leaves from dying trees. He stands, breaking their connection of hands. He rubs at the back of his neck, moving across the kitchen. He can hear Sirius pull a deep breath, thinking he’s going to be left suffering. Left reeling.

Remus stands at the barrier between the kitchen and the thin hall that leads deeper into his flat. He turns and leans in its doorway as Sirius waits by the kitchen island, his head hung before Remus’ voice snaps his attention up.

“Come on,” he says before turning down the hall, not giving himself or Sirius a chance to say more.

He waits just inside of his bedroom wall, arms crossed, the door still ajar as Sirius walks through. Sirius takes in the room with wide eyes. The large oil painting hung over a four-post wooden bed covered in cream-colored egyptian cotton. The centuries-old art strewn about. The eighteenth century trunk at the foot of the bed.

Sirius looks over at Remus and swallows.

“Get on the bed,” Remus says softly, but with a command that he knows Sirius will follow.

And he does. Like a perfect, obedient angel, he walks over and sits at the edge of the mattress. He places his hands in his lap, unknowingly offering his body in a way Remus rarely allows himself to want. Someone willing, eager, and compliant.

Remus moves toward Sirius, standing before him and towering over him as he sits quietly below him. He strokes his thumb up his cheek, his hand moving to his black hair. He pulls at the tie holding that perfect silky mess up and takes it out, letting his tangled waves fall. Sirius licks his lips in anticipation, and even that tiny act of want gives Remus quiet permission to continue.

He drops to his knees, tucking himself between Sirius’ legs. With both hands on Sirius’ thighs, he says the one thing he needs to say before they go any further.

“You tell me to stop, at any point, and it stops.”

A wry smirk makes its way to Sirius’ lips and Remus rises enough to kiss it away before gripping his jaw and forcing Sirus to look at him.

“Say you understand.”

The smirk turns to pressed lips, Sirius’ eyes’ narrowing. “I understand.”

Remus nods once and moves for Sirius’ belt, undoing everything and pulling his trousers and briefs down together so he can kick them off to the floor below. He places a soft kiss on Sirius thigh, a gentle hello. Even the brief contact of Remus mouth pulls a small sound from Sirius above him. The responsiveness lights Remus up from within, a long lost desire ripping to the surface so fast he has to actively work to keep it contained.

When he takes Sirius into his mouth, he revels in feeling the twitch and the hardness start to form against his tongue. Fingers immediately find his hair, gently pulling as he starts to undo the man in front of him.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius breathes out from above.

Remus risks one look up at Sirius through his eyelashes. Sirius’ mouth is parted, his eyes fixed between his legs. The absolute yearning Sirius is displaying in his tense stomach and rolling hips drives Remus to the brink of oblivion.

He’s so goddamn beautiful, and wanting. And Remus gives him every weapon in his arsenal. His mouth works Sirius over, soft and fast and warm. It only lasts a few minutes before the gentle tugging in his hair turns to a true, forceful pull. Remus is hauled from the floor. He stands as Sirius moves to undo his trousers, fingers slipping into the hem on his briefs and yanking them down as he stands on display and steps out of his clothing, kicking them away so fast they land on top of the trunk at the foot of the bed.

A sweet chuckle escapes from Sirius as he places his own teasing kiss on Remus’ hip bone. Sirius returns the favor, his height perfect to take Remus at an angle that has him hitting the back of Sirius throat with ease. Sirius gives almost better than he gets, if that’s even possible. He’s a force of nature, his nails digging into skin and his moans vibrating through Remus’ body.

The last hold Remus had on making this slow and careful slips away, the hum and buzz of their bodies melting into each other and creating a field of energy that has Remus pushing Sirius’ chest so his back is flat on the bed.

He crawls on, pulling Sirius’ jumper off his body and taking his own off with one knee on each side of Sirius’ waist. He tosses them on the other side of the bed, keeping Sirius pinned below him.

There’s a moment of hesitation, of shyness, as Sirius stares at the scar that runs from Remus’ chest to his navel. It’s brushed aside when Sirius sits up and runs his tongue along its route, his hands gripping into the dips of Remus’ hips as he travels down as far as he can from the odd angle. It’s unusual for Remus to feel revered like this. On the rare occasion he allows someone into his bed, he prefers to do the worshiping of his partner. Making sure every nook and corner of their body isn’t left untouched. Sirius Black seems to match him in this way, wanting to explore and discover and praise.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Sirius says as he pulls his mouth from Remus’ chest. It’s too much to respond to, so Remus topples over onto Sirius, pressing his weight into him and feeling their bodies slot into an easy connection. He can feel every inch of him below him, the friction starting to create blindspots in his vision. How long has it been since he’s done this?

[ellecdc]

Hi gorggg can i request an angst wolfstar fic where reader is kind of insecure of her placement within their relationship? like they’re both so close already and she’s a new addition so she kinda just feels out of place.

thank you for your amazing writing!! doing the world a favor❤️❤️❤️

Hey babes! Thanks SO much for the request 'cause truly, this is my shit. Now, I have to admit that I'm obsessed with these fics that have the same vibe by moonstruckme (poly!marauders) and super-clearlysaltybouquet (poly!wolfstar), so really, they're the blueprints/inspiration for this piece

also...I'm a whore for hurt/comfort. But you asked for ANGST...so I've given you only angst and no comfort. If you want comfort, you'll have to ask for a part two 💖 hope you love it!!! UPDATE: part two is here.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: insecurities in relationship, feeling out of place, angst, hurt no comfort

It felt silly, really, to feel as sad as you did. You were currently sitting with two boys who you’ve been basically in love with for so long - two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and on the outside you were sure this looked like a really lovely moment.

It just didn’t feel very lovely. 

You didn’t think your discontentedness stemmed from anything the boys had done in particular, but even seeing the way they instinctively leaned closer to one another when anyone else approached the three of you left you feeling like an outsider looking in.

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just your insecurities showing.

Or maybe…maybe…the three of you had made a mistake.

Maybe you weren’t cut out for polyamory; it certainly wasn’t for the weak, and it certainly wasn’t easy being the newest addition to the relationship. 

You felt lost in most conversations, missing key information that inside jokes, years of friendship, and living together in the same tower - the same dorm room – led to. It felt as though they were fluent in a language you were only starting to pick up, and you didn’t want them to have to slow down for your sake. You didn’t want one of them to have to play the role of translator just for your benefit. 

But then, why were you here?

You weren’t calm, relaxed, and witty like Remus. And you weren’t funny, exciting, and energetic like Sirius. They seemed to already balance each other out perfectly; maybe that’s why it felt so easy to fall into the role of a background character in your own relationship.

There was a brief ‘honeymoon’ period to your relationship; a time of public proclamations, handholding and PDA, dates, and spending every moment the three of you could together.

It was exciting.

And then it was less exciting – not to you, never to you - but it seemed to be that way for them.

Suddenly, it was dates and then them returning to their dorm – back home – without you. It was silent conversations with nothing but a look between the two of them that didn’t include you in the slightest. It was professors announcing partner projects, and them pairing together immediately which was fine, you told yourself, because you always partnered with Shelby anyway and that’s the way it had always been before.

Before. 

This is the way it had always been before. 

So, what were you doing here, exactly? What were you doing sitting on a blanket near the Black Lake with a book in your hand, while Sirius’ hand gripped around your ankle gently as Remus played with Sirius’ hair from where his head was laying in his lap, whilst Sirius and Remus talked about pranks, something funny that James said, and setting Peter up with some Hufflepuff girl? 

You could tell you were being insecure… that you were overthinking this. You could tell you were being unreasonable because every so often, Sirius’ hand wouldn’t just be resting around your ankle, but he would squeeze it gently or rub his thumb across your Achilles tendon as if to convince himself that you were still here; still real. And every so often, Remus would move his gaze from where it laid on his own book or away from Sirius whom he was speaking with to look at you… check on you… confirm you were still there; still okay. 

They cared. They had to, right? Cared that you were here? They wouldn’t have asked you otherwise, surely. They wouldn’t be making the effort to keep a hand on you, or their eyes on you. Surely, they would never have decided to open their relationship to include you in it.

But there it was…the truth.

It was their relationship. And they’d opened it up for you.

It should be the second part of that sentence that spoke to you the most, but in your mind and insecurities, the first part seemed like the whole truth. 

This was their relationship.

You shouldn’t be here.

“You still with us, dove?” Remus asked gently, distracting you from your musings. You suddenly realized that your book you were holding had fallen limply into your lap and you were staring unseeingly at the Black Lake. The boys had apparently paused their conversation to look at you, and Sirius’ thumb continued its tender caressing of the soft of your joint.

“Yeah.” You said, but it came out scratchy. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out for a second.”

Sirius wiggled your ankle. “Daydreaming again, huh? About us I bet.” He teased with a wink. 

You wiggled your ankle back at him as he leaned his head up from Remus’ lap, lips puckered in an ask (a demand) for a kiss.

This may be fleeting, so who were you to deny him?

You leaned forward on one hand, the other still holding your book, and pressed a kiss to the black-haired boy’s lips. He smiled into it and let you go all too willingly as you leaned back and tried to focus on your book. 

The air around you began to feel heavy before the sound of distant thunder permeated your hearing.

“Damn, I guess Scottish weather isn’t very reliable, hm?” Remus said as he began packing up his things.

“It’s too bad.” Sirius murmured as he began to stand. “I was having a nice time out here with you two.”

You smiled back at him as he extended a hand to help you up.

“We’re still on for a study date tomorrow after dinner, right?” He asked you when you were at your full height.

“Yeah, sure. If you guys will have me.” You responded shyly, hating that you even hinted at any of your insecurities.

Sirius scoffed in response, but it was Remus who answered. “’Course we do, dove. We’re looking forward to it.”

You felt like you should be a little embarrassed at the way your heart fluttered hopefully at the sentiment, but you focused instead on Sirius’ smile and Remus’ soft eyes as the three of you made your way back to the castle. 

You hadn’t seen the boys at all today. You unfortunately slept through your alarm, making you miss breakfast completely; generally, you’d sit with Sirius, Remus, and their friends at the Gryffindor table. The two of them were no shows for lunch, so you opted to sit with Shelby instead. And it was Friday, and on Friday’s you didn’t share any classes with them, meaning by the time you made it to dinner, you’d not seen or heard from them at all.

“Hey James.” You commented as you headed towards James, Lily, and Regulus sitting at the Slytherin table. “Have you seen Rem or Sirius at all today?” Of course, you knew that he had, he lived with them.

James seemed to grimace slightly, but the expression was fleeting before he was smiling at you again. 

He knew something you didn’t.

“The last I heard they were talking about your study date tonight.” He offered. You could tell he was putting on an extra show of enthusiasm for your benefit. You tried to be grateful for it, but it left a sour taste in your mouth, nonetheless.

“Okay, thank you.” You said as you turned to head to find a seat with Shelby. 

“Oh, Y/N.” Lily called after you. “You’re welcome to sit with us, if you’d like?”

You grinned gratefully at Lily as she smiled kindly at you, even though your heart clenched on account of the clearly pitying offer. Was it as obvious to everyone else as it was to you that you were so out of place with Remus and Sirius? Could they all see it too?

“That’s alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You called as you walked away.

The boys weren’t avoiding you, were they? Surely, they would have said something to you if there was a problem.

Although, perhaps they wouldn’t, seeing as you had clearly been spiraling for some time now and have yet to discuss it with them.

Would they even meet you in the library later? Certainly, they would have said if something came up…if you needed to reschedule.

No. 

You were obviously being silly. You hadn’t seen them all day, but they hadn’t seen you either – it was just a coincidence. You were fine.

Except you weren’t fine. Because it was about seven minutes after the time you had agreed to meet them before the boys joined you in the library. Remus offered you a hasty “sorry we’re late, dove” and a squeeze of your shoulder before taking a place at the table across from you, and Sirius pecked a quick kiss into your hair and sat beside you without saying a word.

It was painfully awkward. You’d asked them how their days were – Remus answered for the both of them before he asked you how yours was in turn.

After two more (failed) attempts on your part to make conversation, the rest of the study session was spent in silence. And not a comfortable silence.

It was the kind of silence that had you checking your surroundings every so often. The kind of silence that made you feel as if bugs were crawling over your skin.

Every time you looked across at Remus, he seemed to be shooting concerned glances over at Sirius. Every time you looked in your periphery at Sirius, you could see he was zoned out, eyes rimmed and red like he’d been crying or angrily rubbing at them. 

If something was wrong, they would have told you – right?

If they were regretting being with you, they wouldn’t have shown - right? 

If they were going to break up with you, they wouldn’t do it in the library of all places.

Right?

Your musings were interrupted when Sirius let out a sharp breath and closed his book unceremoniously. 

“Sorry guys, I’m not feeling the best. I think I’m going to pack it up.”

Remus immediately perked up, looking like he was ready to pack up too. “Okay, do you want company?”

Do you want me to come with you?

“No, that’s alright. Don’t let me impede your studying. I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?”

I’ll talk to you more in our dorm room when we’re alone, Remus.

“Sorry, sweets. I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your neck. 

“Okay, I hope you feel better.” You offered as you awkwardly pat his arms. He gave you a half-hearted smile before quickly exiting the library.

Once his figure disappeared from your vision, you turned back to see Remus still looking towards the way Sirius just left; he was still poised as if he was ready to pack up and go after him.

You suddenly felt guilty…because if you weren’t here, he would be going… He’d be going after his boyfriend and comforting him through…whatever he’s going through.

So now, here you were keeping Remus from where he really wanted to be, and Sirius from having the support that he needs…that he deserves.

My gods, you’ve made such a terrible mistake. How did the three of you not notice?

“Sorry about that, love.” Remus mentioned quietly, offering you a half smile. “He…he got a letter from his family today. He doesn’t really talk about it with people.”

He talked about it with you, though.

“It usually takes him a day or two to sort it out before he comes back to us.”

You mean back to you, James, and Peter…

“I’ll talk to him.”

When you leave me…to go to him.

You hated even feeling petulant about it. One of the things you loved about these boys was how much they loved each other. The trust, the affection, the care…you had just hoped that somehow, you’d get to enjoy those things too.

You offered him the best smile you could muster as you turned back towards your book. You could no longer make the words out as your vision blurred, tears threatening to spill out over the arithmancy calculations spread below you. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to Remus, not to Sirius…and certainly not to yourself. You deserved better, all three of you did. 

You were being selfish, inserting yourself into their relationship like this; demanding things from them that they didn’t owe you.

“You know what,” you offered quietly, clearing your throat as your voice came out scratchy, grating along the lump lodged in your throat. “I think I’ve gotten enough studying done for tonight.”

You stood and started piling your things together. 

“Oh…are, are you sure?” Remus asked like he was willing to argue, but he too was standing and starting to pack his bag – eager to get to his dorm and check on Sirius. 

“Yeah, I did some work on it at dinner as well.”

Remus grimaced slightly at that.

“I’m sorry dove, really. The three of us clearly haven’t had a great day. I’ll talk to Sirius, and I promise we’ll all be back in sync in no time.”

You looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.

Back in sync.

Were we ever in sync to begin with?

“Can I walk you to your dorm?” He asked as he made to move around the table, but he paused at you quickly shaking your head.

“No, no I’m alright. I can find my way.” You tried to joke, but it fell flat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. No, don’t worry about it just – uhm – just make sure he’s okay for me, yeah?” You asked as you walked backwards to the door. Remus must’ve picked up something in your tone, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You quickly wiped away a stray tear that found its way out of your water line and gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

This was better, you thought, let everyone out of their misery.

“’Course. I’ll, uhm, I’ll see you around, Lupin.”

And you left. 

[kaaaaaaarf]

hello karfy i might be moving to toronto next year and what better way to prepare than to become a toronto maple leaves fan (i’ve seen your posts i’m very intrigued!!!) however. i have never watched hockey before so i am here to ask. how do i start

Why hello, anon!! ✨ Okay, so I dunno if I'm the best person to ask (I have been a Leafs fan since I left the womb) but I certainly have amped up my love for the team over the last year, so I'll do my best! I also asked some people in the Leafs discord server I'm in (shhh shhh no one look at me) to crowd source an answer.

So firstly, while I have always been a hockey fan, I rediscovered my love for it after I read a fanfic a little over a year ago (I dunno if you're a marauders fan, but it was Sweater Weather) which reminded me how much I love the sport. After that, I started watching more games, and I think that's really key! Watch as many games as you can, or at the very least, recaps on youtube.

I know when you first start watching a sport, it's hard to figure out what's going on if you don't know the rules, so here are two videos that will give you quick, digestible tutorials on rules and a bit about teams.

One of my favourite things about hockey is the fights. I'm a simple woman, I like to see two men beat the shit out of each other with blades attached to their feet. Here is a compilation of NHL fights.

For the Leafs specifically, it helps to get to know the players! Seeing their personailities, and how they interact absolutely make the games more interesting. Their youtube channel has all sorts of great videos, including interviews, but there is also this show they do called Blueprint. It's really well made and gives you a glimpse into the current team, and how the Leafs function as an organization. The episodes are only 15ish minutes long, and I really recommend them. They also have Tiktok and instagram accounts if that's more your thing!

Watch hockey films/tv! Might I suggest the comedy Goon, or the kids classic The Mighty Ducks? (the second mighty ducks is just as good as the first, but that may be a childhood obsession with Joshua Jackson talking)

If you can go see hockey games wherever you live now, I really, really recommend it. There's nothing quite like watching hockey in person! NHL games can be a bit expensive, but there are loads of feeder teams all over the US and Canada (and even in the UK, and Europe), so spend $25 on a ticket, dress warm, and see a game!

Finally, follow some hockey/Leafs tumblr accounts! That really helped me get the vibe for whats happening on the Leafs right now, and it's a lot of fun to follow the live blogging when a game is on. Might I recommend @domi-max, @mxaether, @wmnylander, @donttelltheelff, @kimsparis, @allthisscienceidontunderstand, @hockeyburner, @torontoicehounds, @mmmitchmmmarner, @wqller, @583416, @callejarnkrok & @3416

Hope this helps, anon! 💖

PS: Toronto also has a PWHL (women's hockey) team!! They are amazing, and I really recommend checking them out, too.

[moskaisley]

tell me abt ur oc ezra rn im so intrigued

oAaaaaaAaA OKAY ABSOLUTELY

Ezra is a level 5 tiefling arcane trickster rogue!! I made them for a campaign that I started with my friends about a year ago, and I didn’t have much of a background for them other than ‘chaotic neutral cowboy with mullet’ like that was the blueprint that’s all I had in my character sheet LOL. i took a couple things from pinterest and ran with it 

they’re kind of a bastard! a snarky arrogant asshole! can outdrink you. smooth talker, a little bit of a slut, very good liar (high charisma), obsessed with theatrics, a little bit insane and kinda stupid (intelligence and wisdom are Very low). they’re one of those people that feel really easy to write off as reckless, stupid, morally bankrupt. and i think they do that on purpose. tragic edgy backstory below 

Ezra is their fathers name, actually.

He was a highly esteemed scholar and (much to the annoyance of his colleagues) a skilled sorcerer, enlisted into the king’s royal circle. Their mother, in her youth, was a dancer and stage actress. In the peak of their careers, they had a girl and named them Asteria.

After marriage and the birth of her child, she became a courtier and spent her days amongst other monarch wives and raising Asteria. As a result, they became well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as dance, music and theater. As a child, Asteria was charismatic, so much so that adults and other children alike noted their uncanny ability to charm people around them. They were overly imaginative and theatrical, and dreamed of being an actress just like their mother. Their favorite role to play was the dashing marauder who traveled the world fighting bandits and seeking treasure. They’d don their father’s old hunting hat and run around the amphitheater with a wooden rapier.

The Hanans were a line of extraordinary tieflings. Like his father before him, Ezra was adamant on distancing himself and his family from the unsavory stereotypes surrounding his family’s infernal heritage. Yet despite him and his wife’s efforts to be extraordinary, to break the mold, it was never enough. The guards in the king’s employ still kept a watchful eye over him during his work. The court women still gossiped about his wife. The other children still teased his young one in the schoolyard.

One day, he said to Asteria, “They will never see us past what we are.”

He always knew that it would only take one slip up, a single mistake to turn the others against him. Even then, the court’s betrayal still stung. Amidst rising trade tensions with the next kingdom over, Ezra pleaded for diplomacy, arguing that war would displace the city’s poorest citizens, which consisted of a large population of other tieflings. Accused of nepotism, Ezra challenged the rest of the court,

“Is it so wrong to preserve the lives of my brothers? Of others?”

A clergyman laughed, clapping his shoulder, “Ezra, my friend, we both know that their loss couldn’t equate to ours. What else could they have given than disease?”

That night, the enemy kingdom’s forces stormed the castle, and the king and a few of his court members were murdered in his sleep.In the wrong place and the wrong time, Ezra was the prime suspect, sentenced to death for the crime of deposition. Ophelia was no longer a court woman, and was reduced to a serf, indentured for the rest of her life. Asteria was 13. On the night before their father’s execution, when the rest of the palace was asleep, Ophelia pulled her child back through the servant’s entrance, pushing a bag of everything she could save of her family’s old life– the expensive things that weren’t seized.

“I love you. Don’t forget about us.”

Weaving through the thicket of the forest under the blanket of night, they stopped in a cave a few miles to the north. The summer storms were beginning to roll in. Digging through her bag for food, they found their father’s hat folded neatly at the bottom– the one that they’d use to play all those years ago.

In the distance, they hear a violent crack of lightning. The castle they’d escaped from is engulfed in flames. At that moment they knew, it was their father’s work. A final ‘fuck you’ to the the ones who abused him, and a final goodbye to his family. 

As the years pass, Asteria wanders aimless between realms, getting mixed up with all kinds of wrong people– bandits, mercenaries, outlaws. Yet throughout it all, they remain alone, never settling with one group for too long. On the rare occasion, they come across a good soul, one who offers to take them in and settle down. Sometimes they’re elders, lovers, or other tieflings. But no matter how kind their eyes seem, Asteria always disappears, moving forward without turning back.

Their current source of income comes in the form of bounty hunting and mercenary work. Though it comes with it’s own set of obstacles, it remains less dangerous and nefarious than drifting or thievery. They’ve built up quite the reputation over the past few years– the tiefling kid, the one in the stupid hat. New clients will come to them at the bar, contract in hand and demanding a name. They say the same thing every time.

“Ezra. My name is Ezra.”

In the quieter moments, usually late into the night, they’ll pull out their father’s old notes and study them late into the night, for magic is the last thing that remains of their family. In some distant dream, they see themselves just as powerful as their father was. A real sorcerer. A hopeful part in their heart believes that their mother is alive, and after slaying those who sentenced her father to death, they’d set her free and build her a house and give her a garden. 

But for now, they live contract to contract. Being exactly what everyone wants them to be. A merc. A rogue. A trickster. A tiefling. 

[bchanslvr]

🌹 — heyy!! i’d like a male marauders era ship please :)

— a fact about me would be that uh i procrastinate a lot yet somehow manage to get A’s?

— oh oh and i love the night sky and tea! astronomy is one of my favorite subjects and i could ramble about space for days <3 and tea is just really good,,, idk it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy dfjdk

— i’m currently investing in a nice collection of vinyl records bc i live for that aesthetic <33

— i also fantasize a lot about sneaking out of my home to do stupid shit with my friends :’)

— and and my lover teaching me how to play piano or dancing in a ballroom with them even though i literally cannot dance 💃‼️i need help this is far too unrealistic

— i am very very sarcastic and over the top dramatic lmao!!! i have not yet met someone who can top my dramatic flare ahaha, but when i do, just know that i’ll either fall in love or start a full on WAR.

congrats on reaching this beyond amazing milestone!! you are very very talented and i look forward to your future content :D <3

Hi! Thank you so much!!

🌹, ships - You are literally a blueprint of Sirius. He’s you as much as he is yours. The procrastination that’s him but he still does get A’s because he’s smart. He loves tea because he is a posh piece of shit, and come on. He’s literally named after a star, and he’s obsessed with them. Vinyl records collection he probably has a bunch, I will not take no for an answer. And you’d both probably compare who has the most and best vinyl’s. ‘i also fantasize a lot about sneaking out of my home to do stupid shit with my friends’ Your joking right? That’s literally him, but instead of fantasizing he actually does it. And being the rich pureblood he is and raised in such a family he probably learnt how to play the piano and probably took waltz and he’d love to teach you both. The most sarcastic of the sarcastic, he’s so dramatic too, that’s what makes half his personality. So yes I’m pretty sure you are soulmates with Sirius because you both have so much in common.