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moony wormtail padfoot and prongs are just their fursonas when you think about it.

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@a-fiery-fox - simply the most wonderful time

Also look foxy face reveal:

Also look at this terrified chihuahua statue we found:

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"but what exactly is a wolfstar? my first thought was some sort of cosmic event where a wolf might've somehow gotten flung up into space and turned into a celestial body, shining down on us like a big hairy diamond. sadly almost none of those actually exist."

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Look at my lil Lincoln. Like does his head look tiny to you or..?

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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Omg. 😂 alright, a coworker and I got into a heated 2-hour debate about this so imma need yall to weight in:

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atonement makes me so mad. No man w such a strong desire to eat pussy should have to go through all that

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challenging this fandom to leave artists alone this year and let them draw characters however they want to draw them.

“the fandom all agree—” does it? does it really? because this fandom can’t even agree on the color of the sky most of the time. you bitch about characters being too tall, too short, green-eyed, blue-eyed, long haired, short haired… it literally does not matter. it will never matter. because they are not real.

but do you know who is real? the artist you send anonymous hate to telling them to off themselves. the artist whose hard work you shit on simply because it isn’t what you want, even though you couldn’t hold a pencil to save your life.

if you’re this pressed about how attractive/unattractive someone draws a character who literally does not exist in the real world as a flesh and blood human, then you need to step away from the computer, walk outside, and touch grass.

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I've been doing battle with my internet all day to get this up for Lynxmas. I would not be bested!! I refused and I persevered!! So a very happy birthday from me and the rowdy 11 year olds to our favorite barwench humble forest cat @lynxindisguise!!

There’s a peculiar shuffle to sharing one’s room, a frenzy of activity when it comes to four boys squashed into a rather small circular dorm that puts Remus—not only used to the solitude of his own little cottage bedroom, but raised without so much as a single other child his own age for at least ten miles in each direction—decidedly on edge.

It’s a continuation of the chaos from the welcoming feast, where the newly-sorted Gryffindor boys had quickly found their stride and accompanying role in the ecosystem. James and Sirius, no longer competing over who could eat more chicken thighs but still loudly trying to one-up each other’s boasts about feats of accidental magic. Peter, scrabbling to get a word in while his eyes gleamed with excitement each time one of them noticed. And Remus, the impulse to join in the fun warring with Dad’s gentle word of warning before he climbed on the train earlier in the day—can’t be too careful, lad.

He pushes that to the side, focusing instead on finding his plush grindylow Raccoon at the bottom of his trunk. It’s a poor replacement for Jeff, the very real grindylow who lives at the bottom of his garden pond and who he already misses something fierce—and he is not going to let the other boys see that he brought a stuffed animal with him to school, thank you very much—but still. It helps to know that Raccoon’s there. It helps to know he'll have at least one friend at school.

Because Peter’s nice, but he and James are already friends from growing up, and Sirius and James… Well, he supposes they mean well, but with their shining black shoes and posh accents and the way they barrel loud and bright through a conversation like nothing in the world could touch them, Remus can’t help but be intimidated. For Merlin’s sake, Sirius has silver monogrammed cufflinks on the sleeves of his school uniform. Even if Remus does manage the courage to ever string more than two words together in front of his new dormmates, he can’t imagine they’d ever want to be friends with someone like him.

There’s a flash then, followed by a bang, and Remus becomes briefly distracted by a whirling firework escaping from James’s trunk. There’s laughter at that, a slight salve to his fluttering, nervous gut when the other boy winks at him from behind square-frame glasses, but then James turns back to say something to Sirius instead and stops. He gapes.

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“It’s not a dress,” Sirius sniffs, looking affronted at the very idea. “It’s a nightshirt.”

Well, whatever it is Sirius has changed into while the rest of them weren’t paying attention, it certainly looks like a dress. It’s white, and ankle-length, and buttoned all the way up to just beneath his chin. Also, it’s frilly. Very frilly. If anything, it looks like something out of Ma’s old and battered copy of A Christmas Carol, like he should really have a long nightcap and candleholder to go with it.

Remus can’t help it. He snorts.

Sirius snaps his gaze over, steel grey eyes boring holes into him, and Remus wants to melt into the floor beneath his feet. “Well, what do you wear to sleep, then, if it’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Not my gran’s nightie,” Remus replies, feeling he ought to be congratulated, actually, on such a witty remark. Only Sirius’s eyes flash at that, and immediately his jaw clamps jaw shut.

But then James is cackling, and Sirius seems to take in his new dormmates for the first time since they all began changing for bed. James, in a vest and Quidditch shorts. Peter, in a matching set of broomstick-patterned pyjamas. Remus, in a pair of joggers and the oversized green jumper that still smells like Dad. A red flush creeps up Sirius’s pale cheeks. “Oh.”

It occurs to Remus then, that this wasn’t at all what he wanted, either. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel bad about it. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass him.

So it’s a poor offering, maybe, but he finds himself digging out another jumper—orange, this time, but a nice soft one, and not too oversized or nubby—and says, “D’you want to borrow it?”

A moment passes, then two, and then Sirius is smiling wide. “Cheers, Lupin,” he says, a shine in his eyes of something Remus doesn’t quite know how to place.

In future days he’ll come to understand that that look is the surefire sign of Sirius about to do something that’s not the done thing—not by pureblood standards, anyway, whatever the hell those are. All he knows right now is that Sirius isn’t yelling at him—or worse, ignoring him—and then James is throwing an extra pair of Quidditch shorts at Sirius’s face and saying no one wants to see his skivvies, and then Peter is breaking out a massive bag of Bertie Bott’s to share, and maybe it turns out that Remus can have friends, actually, after all.

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remus whenever he sees sirius' bare wrists: oh so you're a little slut

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Sirius wouldn’t just ask Remus if he’d still love him if he was worm, he would actually get James to transfigure him into a worm for a whole day just to put Remus to the test and then be pleasantly surprised when Remus decides to carry him around in a little jar and get stressed whenever Sirius tries to escape, cause well, hello, he’s a worm he will absolutely get stepped on.

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ayoooo if you like peaky blinders, wolfstar and JESUS CHRIST STEAMING HOT SEXUAL TENSION, then you need to check out @jennandblitz’s RSBigBang fic, By Order of the Marauders Here’s my art for this lovely story 😈

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Sirius at the start of On Another Ocean while emmeline is breaking up with him

LITERALLY ... !

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and i’d like to give a special shoutout to bisexuals who are losers

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9 things

Sorry I have arrived incredibly late to set, thank you dearly to @a-fiery-fox and @littleoldrachel for tagging me!

Last song: Presha - Lil Wayne/2 Chainz (it slaps this is the collab I didn’t know I would appreciate)

Favorite color: Black (think of the mysteries!)

Last movie/tv show: …I may have been inspired by an RSBigBang fic to rewatch When Harry Met Sally 😅

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet (I am not a good person)

Last thing I googled: “what is wrong with euphoria” (I don’t watch this show)

Current obsession(s): salted caramel everything. RsBigBang fics. My dog and my cat. Being a workaholic??? (Idk that one surprised me) Exorbitant spending. Glasses.

Last read: as mentioned, I am going through the amazing spectacular RSBigBang fics!! But i am also reading Leech by Hiron Ennes :)

Looking forward to: flying into Europe at the end of the month!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

As mentioned, coming in extremely late, so I’m certain many of yall have already participated 🥲 please consider this an open tag!

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hiiii you I would love it you checked out @moonysverse’s big bang fic, Alea Iacta Est. Here’s the art I did for it feat. some sappy Radiohead!

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You guuuuyyysss I had such a wonderful time helping illustrate for @moonysverse’s wonderful wonderful The Last of Us AU fic. There’s some lovely angry banter, sexual banter, sweet banter, AND DISPATCHING OF ZOMBIES. Go read and share some love!!!

R/S Big Bang Fic & Art: alea iacta est (E)

Title: alea iacta est

Author: @moonysverse

Artist: @munacy

Beta Reader: @ohpuckmeremus

Summary: In a world overtaken by zombies, Sirius Black is propositioned to traverse across the country to reunite with his brother and best friend. Too bad he has to take Remus Lupin with him, who he doesn’t trust nor like. Begrudgingly, for the sake of survival, they must work together.

A tale of adventure, trust, love, and heartbreak.

The Last of Us AU.

read on ao3!