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Wolf “you make me want to live even when I don’t know how.” star.

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Endless forehead kisses to whoever said Sirius Black is "Family Line" and Remus Lupin is "Summer Child"

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Does anyone else get emotional thinking about how LWJ and WWX were not a couple when WWX died, and in fact rarely saw each other and had very little involvement in each other's lives?

So when LWJ spent 13 years alone, he wasn't mourning the loss of a lover or a change to his daily life, he was just. Mourning a good man? Mourning that WWX didn't exist somewhere in the world. Regretting his own lack of action and living every day knowing that the rules he believed in, the society he was a part of, would destroy a light as bright as WWX's in fear. In jealousy.

Just. I know LWJ was in love with him, so of course WWX's death was devastating. But I think it's so important to LWJ's narrative that he didn't know WWX would ever return his feelings. He had no idea that they would be married some day. So in his grief he really wasn't mourning their future together, he was pure and simple mourning WWX's loss to the world. And that hits me hard

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scene from copacabana boy (previously até você aparecer)

a jegulus boxing au!!

art by the amazing, talented @valentydes <3

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I still have free slots! So if you are looking to get a commission, DM me!

I completely forgot about the commissions!

I am opening my commissions! If you would like to commission me pleased send me a dm! I am opening only 5 slots for now because I don’t know the reception I will get just now but will definitely open more in future if you all are interested.

Heres some of my recent art for you all!

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I've seen a question recently “Where would you sort Remus if you wanted him to meet the Marauders later?” - something like that. And there were Hogwarts houses, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to choose from. Of course I thought about Ravenclaw because it's the most logical option. But then I thought “Beauxbatons. It must be Beauxbatons”

Just imagine: the Lupins family moves to France after Remus was bitten because of the British werewolf laws and Remus goes to Beauxbatons. He is trilingual (english, welsh and french). Then one day, at the age of 14-16 he goes to Hogwarts, maybe permanently - family returns to Great Britain - or temporarily - some student exchange programme - the reason is not really the matter. And he meets the Marauders. He finally finds a group of peers that - finally - appreciate his mischievous temper. For everybody at Hogwarts he will be “the quiet one” of the group, meanwhile in reality he corrupted it. After him arriving at Hogwarts the pranks go to a completely new level.

And my favorite part of this AU: Remus talking to Sirius in french purposely with a strong welsh accent. And Sirius just can't ignore this teasing, despite knowing Remus does it because of his reaction. And the most important, Sirius starts to love french. Before he hated it - it was a reminder of his family. But slowly it becomes a reminder of the person he loves the most in this world.

Sirius, in french, with perfect pronunciation and grammar: I thought you lived in France for 10 years. Doesn't that mean that you have to know how to speak french properly?

Remus, also in french, with a strong accent and incorrect grammar purposely: I have no idea of what you are talking about. My french is bloody perfect.

Sirius: Oh really? I haven't heard anything of your “perfect french” yet. Just shut up.

Remus, with perfect french: Make me shut up, coward.

And that's how their first kiss happened.

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James and Lily’s revenge squad

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oh brightest star my

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The moment James started crushing on Regulus from ritardando by @courfee

As soon as I read this part I knew I wanted to take the time to draw it as a single comic page cause it was so sweet :’) everyone go read that fic.

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7 minutes in Heaven 😇❤️

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Keep Score Chapter Seven

Dorms

Jegulus, Modern University AU

Regulus shimmies the wide case through narrow creaking stairwells, twisting bends curled around the peripheries of the building. Shaded, stone-edged windows line every landing, a gentle draft pushing off the grey brick walls. His arms ache when they reach his floor, slick palms sliding against the fabric handle. James picks the suitcase up as Regulus rubs a raw hand against running shorts. “Let me take it,” he says. He’s wearing his glasses today, soccer practice pushed to alternating weekdays with the school year beginning. Regulus missed the round frames sliding down his nose, the crooked tilt of his own blinking reflection across brown eyes. “We’re almost there,” Regulus says. “Exactly. No big deal.” Regulus avoids the smirk he can feel radiating off of Evan from a few steps below. “Okay,” he says, and James smiles.      

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The furry Marauders art nobody asked for

(a Beastars-inspired AU)

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i really am on a one-person campaign against cool intimidating rich alpha daddy james potter and it’s not even that i can’t see the vision there (i can) it’s more just like… i know that’s not My Man. my man is a former boyscout troop leader who won his 8th grade science fair and subscribes to a monthly email newsletter about the optimal brands of hiking gear to buy for his kayaking trips. he has a chunky casio wristwatch and he cuts his own hair (badly) to save money (he had a trust fund) and he wears those crew socks that are just a bit embarrassingly too tall. and yes he was a student athlete but not in the “jocky popular football quarterback” way, it was in the “overenthusiastic soccer team captain in too-small running shorts who keeps irritating everyone by making them do team-building icebreakers, but is still more popular than the football guy” way. like he still uses ironic hipster mustache-print decorative tape on his stationary. WHO ELSE WILL RIDE FOR EMBARRASSING DORK JAMES POTTER….

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Your hands; mine (stalker Remus AU) part 15

PART 1 | PREVIOUS PART

"What was that yesterday?" Sirius meets Remus at the doorway instead of staying passively on the couch and letting him come. The kitchen window was already open when Remus made it to his bench. "You know James comes here on Wednesdays." He grabs Remus by the wrist and drags him inside before locking the door. 

"I forgot."

"You forgot?" An argument in the corridor. Sirius raises his voice. "You've had my schedule memorised for who knows how long - what do you mean you forgot."

"This week…" Remus pushes his nails into the meat of his palm. "It's different now."

"I told you he's a policeman," Sirius' voice goes almost back to its normal pitch and then past it, a hiss like boiling water from a kettle. "It's like you want to get caught, I swear to all the gods."

Remus pauses. Tastes a snippet of possible information. "Are you religious?"

"Am I… what?"

"Religious. You are swearing on all the gods," Remus adds. Maybe religious is the wrong word to use - maybe it's an insult to call it that. He tries to pivot into a better phrase. "Pagan?"

"What? No, I'm not Pagan." Sirius rubs a hand over his eyes and hair. It doesn't look as shiny as usual, but he's washed it since Tuesday. "And I'm not religious, either. It's just a phrase."

He walks away into the living room, mumbling things like bloody weirdo and what the hell am I doing, and you? Really? You? and Remus thinks yes, me, but doesn't understand what it is that Sirius is asking. 

"It's your turn to make tea," Sirius says from the sofa after throwing himself down onto it with a tired flourish. 

Remus does. He puts the right amount of sugars into each of their respective mugs (giving his own one an affectionate stroke on the rim) but can't bring himself to stir Sirius' in that psychotic way he does. 

"This tastes different than usual," Sirius says after their tea has cooled down enough to drink. 

"Better?" Remus has never been one to care much for praise - he is a man who knows his limits - but for this he is hungry. He wants to show Sirius tea can be treated — should be treated — with more respect than a violent stirring 

"Kind of?" Sirius smells his tea and looks up suspiciously. "What did you put in it?"

"Sugar?"

"No, I meant — for gods sake Remus I know you put sugar in it — don't you dare ask me if I'm religious again." Sirius looks at Remus and there is that scowl he's so very familiar with.

Remus isn't too surprised with the revelation that he missed it. He's long supposed he likes Sirius in all of his moods, and this one seems to be reserved just for him. 

"I meant what else did you put into it."

"Nothing," Remus answers a bit put off, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you." He fiddles with the cup handle. "You just stir it too harshly. Tea needs to brew, not be beaten into flavour."

"You can make it every day then, if you're so particular."

Remus can't help it, the smile that breaks open. He doesn't even try. How could he, in the face of this? Of Sirius saying every day, of a solidification of their new routine: together each morning, tea and sudoku and crosswords. 

Except for Wednesdays. 

"What is it now?" Sirius asks, laying himself down onto the sofa and balancing the cup on his stomach. "You clearly want to say something."

"Why didn't you-" Remus stutters. It's been a long time since he stuttered. Embarrassing. "Why didn't you tell James?"

"About the guy you killed?" Sirius' eyes are clear and angry when he says it. He doesn't skirt around the issue. He doesn't hide it like Remus now hides so many things. "Or about you in general?"

Remus doesn't know how to respond. He doesn't really know why he asked in the first place, beyond this itch that makes him need to know everything Sirius' mind produces. 

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wolfstar wip🍂🍂🍂

I imagine Sirius humming the Beatles or David Bowie while he waits

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Yippieee

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nothing screams family quite like four boys squeezed under one invisibility cloak, stepping on each other’s toes.