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Sign-ups and Claiming for Padfoot Fest 2025 Starts Today

Hello, everyone! The time has come! Claiming starts today!

Before you sign up for our fest, please remember that this fest deals with mature subjects and the participants are responsible for curating their own experiences within the fest. This applies to viewing the prompts list, which is uncensored.

Here’s our F.A.Q. to help you with claiming!

Because the prompts are distributed on the first come first served basis, please, choose three preferred prompts for maximum satisfaction. You will be able to claim ONE prompt during the Claiming period (June 15th – October 19th). We will not list the claimers name on the prompt list.

Another important point is that THIS IS AN ANONYMOUSLY POSTING FEST, so we ask you not to divulge the prompt you are claiming. If you are 18+ you’ll be able to talk about the prompt you’ve claimed if you join Sirius Central discord server where you will be invited to join our creators-only Padfoot Fest channel.

The prompt list can be found -HERE-.

Please read the first page of the prompt list in order to find and claim your chosen prompts successfully. To claim a prompt, you must fill out this

Google Form

If you have both finished your creative work and submitted it properly, you will be able to claim another prompt. More information about submitting (including the link to the fest's AO3 collection) will be provided in the email confirmation that everyone who claims a prompt receives afterwards.

The mods have varying schedules, so please be patient with hearing back from us.  If you haven’t heard from us within 3 days, assume something went wrong and contact us on our e-mail. If you have additional questions, please message us here on Tumblr, or email it to padfootfest@gmail.com

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Hello Moony Lovers!

It is officially one week to go until the submission deadline, we can’t believe how fast the time has gone!!

🌙 All works need to be added to the AO3 collection by 30th June and posting will begin on 8th July

🌙 Works need to be completed before they can be approved for the collection

🌙 If you need an extension, please reach out to the mods via the social media accounts, discord or email with how long you need

Lots of Love

Your Moony Fest Mods x

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Seven Sentences Sunday

... even though it's now Monday. Thank you @mrsmungus for the tag. This is from chapter 3 of Good Old A Capella:

“Wait, we’re still doing the same songs for Regionals?” Remus asked incredulously.

“Of course. We just have to refine some things” Marlene said.

Remus took a deep breath and tried a different tactic. “The 28 never does the same song twice,” he pointed out yet again, hoping to appeal to her competitiveness.

“And they’re never as good as us, are they?” Marlene shot back. Mary put her hand on Remus’s arm. His eyes slid towards her and she shook her head slightly.

No pressure tags for @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting @ixekizumab @wannabelilybriscoe @lena-hills and open tag.

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Double tapped by @indestinatus and @samwhity - both unreasonably talented Tiva writers!

Here's my 7. (It might be 8) From the chapter of Q&B that I'm just finishing up now. (And is a solid 50k words away from what's published.)

Tony stared at the screen for a second, the message not quite making sense. Most of his brain was revisiting the paragraphs she’d sent yesterday and wondering how she could possibly expand on something already that eloquent didn’t leave much processing power now.  His phone screen got brighter, an incoming call - Ziva. Oh.  Suddenly, it all clicked. The playful pause, the warning, the promise in those two little words. This wasn’t just a message anymore. It was an invitation.

Tags to play for @sliebman10 @oceangirl24 @hopeless-nostalgiac @chickensarentcheap and the usual open invite. The goal is always share more of your awesomeness and I'm happy to take the blame.

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Dear Padfoot lovers!

The prompting for Padfoot Fest 2025 is officially over.

A big thank you goes to everyone who took their time to come up with awesome ideas that celebrate our beloved Sirius Black! The mods can't wait to see which prompts will get claimed. Don't forget the claims work on first come–first served basis. The claiming will open tomorrow at around 10 pm (GMT+1)

so stay tuned for the post that will include a new document with all the prompts for you to peruse more comfortably. We would also like to take a moment now to remind everyone what we are looking to achieve with this fanwork fest.

Obviously, we are here to spread our love for Sirius Black, but most importantly, we are here to have fun as we do so. We are here to give life to our fandom, share our common interest, talk about it, make people feel like they belong to a community that might be inherently full of unique individuals with unique ways of seeing the same character, but one that is defined by our common love for it which overcomes our differences and fosters the communication between the community members. Our Fest strives to be an all-inclusive place where everyone feels welcome and comfortable. We would also like to remind everyone that Padfoot Fest is a festival, not an exchange, which means that prompts here should only serve as inspiration for our creators. Don’t be afraid, don’t be intimidated. Let your imagination run free with your ideas. Of course, we know everyone would like to satisfy the requests of the prompters to the fullest, but please don’t be discouraged from claiming just because your idea is a little bit different from the prompt itself. The most important thing here is to have fun and enjoy the process of creation. We are already proud of all of you who decide to participate in any way and are looking forward to seeing your works.

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Happy first day of Riorgail Week!!

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“Tell me a story,” Sirius said, his voice muffled against Remus’s shoulder.

Remus hummed, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “What kind of story?”

“Ours. But make it sound pretty.”

Remus smiled into Sirius’s hair. “Alright, then: once upon a time, there was a boy who thought he was a monster. And another stubborn boy who refused to believe him.”

Sirius smiled sleepily. “And how does it end?”

Remus pressed a kiss behind his ear. “It doesn’t. That’s the best part.”

@wolfstarmicrofic | Story | Word Count: 82

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psa that there’s no reason to be shy or nervous abt commenting bc if an author genuinely did not want comments they would simply disable commenting on their end. if you have the capability to comment that means they’re welcome and that you should <3

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I would like to know about James Himbo Potter for the WIP ask game, please.

(omg I've tried to hit send on this FOUR TIMES and Tumblr keeps fucking with me I swear to god)

This one!! I don't even fully remember how it started, probably some long lost discord thread about how James was everyone's queer awakening that blossomed into a maybe-real maybe-fantasy wolfstarbucks. I haven't opened this doc in ages, so have a nice meaty snippet!

Remus hated Quidditch. 

Well, hate was a strong word—one best reserved for slimy, hook-nosed gits—but Remus had never taken an interest in the sport before now. Remus hated flying, Sirius knew, and as his dad didn’t follow the sport (he preferred Muggle football, for some incomprehensible reason), had very little familial pressure to do so. And yet there he sat, his chin propped up on his hand, watching James go through Drill 18 of 31 (he’d upped it four from last year, the maniac) with a look on his face. A look like…

"You fancy James!” Sirius gasped, thunderstruck.

Remus rolled his eyes and curled his lip in a dismissive sneer that did not shoot a strange thrill down Sirius’s spine, no. “I fancy you, you berk,” he muttered, and kicked at Sirius’s ankle with his foot.

Sirius kicked him back and saw a flash of heat shoot across his face—two months really was too long—and gestured broadly up at their friend. “So you just happened to take a sudden interest in the sport, have you?” 

“I might’ve,” Remus said cooly, and dropped his eyes to the book in his lap. “It was a long, boring summer.”

Sirius scooted across the bench to sit far closer than Remus normally tolerated in public—they weren’t secret, they just didn’t want to deal with the hassle of the Hogwarts rumor mill—and draped his arm across his shoulders. A warm thing, alive in its own right, uncurled in his chest when Remus didn’t so much as flinch, and Sirius rested his chin on his bony shoulder to look up at James again. “Your dad doesn’t subscribe to Quidditch Quarterly, or Seeker Weekly, or Beater’s Biannual—though I suppose that last one’s not for blokes like him, is it?” 

He was rewarded by Remus’s face flushing pink, and Sirius knew he had him. “I do,” Remus commented, and oh if he’d pulled that on anyone else in the castle—even his dear Minnie—Sirius knew that honeyed, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth tone would’ve worked. But Sirius wasn’t anyone. He was his boyfriend of nearly a year and had spent long enough in Remus’s close and personal company to know when he was lying. 

“Oh really?” Sirius asked archly, grinning to himself as Remus twitched under the curl of Sirius’s fingers into his long, lovely sunbleached curls. “So who d’you reckon for the Cup this year?” That tactic might not actually work if Remus had paid attention to any news source from the wizarding world, as it was common knowledge that-

"Banchory Bangers.”

“Moony… they haven’t played since the 1800s. How do you even know about them?” Sirius gasped dramatically and scraped his nails across the delicate skin below Remus’s ear. Oh this was good. “You do fancy Prongs!”

Remus groaned and tried to jostle Sirius off of him, but his heart wasn’t in it, a fact that cemented his suspicions. If Remus was really upset by the accusation that he could like their mutual best friend—sorry, Wormtail (and Evans, he reluctantly added)—he wouldn’t be so docile about it all. 

“I don’t fancy him-fancy him,” Remus relented at last, and a small part of Sirius—the insecure little boy who worried that people would leave him for something better—unclenched at that assurance. “He’s just…fit. Obviously. I mean, look at him!” He flapped his hand at James’s scarlet-backed form without looking up from his book.

“I have!” Sirius assured, grinning. He might be hopelessly, wonderfully, terribly in love with the boy next to him, but Sirius had eyes. James was fit, and Sirius had spent a summer in his sole company. “Why Moony, I thought you only ever thought I was fit,” Sirius drawled, trying to affect his yet-to-be-perfected puppy-dog eyes but failing miserably because this was just too good.

Remus elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “I think loads of people are fit.”

Well that wasn’t what he’d intended! Quick! “I don’t want to hear about boring Muggle whatsums—priests, those!—at your mum’s church, Moonfever,” Sirius insisted and felt the heat rise in Remus’s cheeks without even having to look. He hadn’t turned a single page in the book he was reading. “Tell me all about how you want Prongs’s prong. D’you want him to buck you, Moony? Rut up against your hind quarters and bellow?”

“Padfoot!” Remus snapped, eyes wide. Wide but… not angry. Maybe a five out of ten on the ‘Moony’s Gonna Kill Me Scale’. Room for improvement. Room to grow. 

Sirius leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of Remus’s ear. “I’ve kissed him before, you know. Before us.”

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au where sirius did some modelling for stock photos in his early twenties when money was tight after getting disowned by his family.

several years later, remus is working a boring government job, and one day while searching for stock photos to add to a powerpoint, he has his breath taken away by the gorgeous man in some of the stock photos he finds. he starts using the model's photos in his presentations as often as he dares (but not so often as to be weird, just whenever it makes sense....even though his coworkers start to notice that it's the same handsome dude in all his presentations).

well, one day, representatives from a growing nonprofit are coming into the office where remus works to try and secure more funding. remus is asked to join the meeting to take notes. and who does he find leading the group from the nonprofit?

the handsome stock photo model, there in the flesh!!

remus's coworkers recognize him too and almost piss themselves but everyone has to remain professional and remus wants to die. and sirius is confused about why the cute guy taking notes looks like he's about the throw up whenever sirius looks at him.

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A quick refresher about strangers on the Internet

As a fanfic writer who has been treated mostly well, but also weirdly, badly, rudely, and violently by a handful of people in this fandom, I beg you to remember that you don’t actually know fanfic authors—or most people online—at all.

You may feel like you do. You may even know parts of us, the parts that we reveal in our fics. But as people? Who wake up in the morning and have families and jobs and lives? Not even a little.

Please don’t make assumptions about stangers’ lives or beliefs. When you do, it’s detrimental to everyone, including yourself. (Not to mention it’s fucking weird. And so uncomfortable.) If you love fanfiction, if you value community, if you like the stories that authors tell, engage with the work. 

In the grand scheme of life, I am a really good person. A good friend and a good citizen with a strong moral compass. I know that about myself. And my friends know that about me. I have some wretched flaws, too. Things I wish I could change and things I’m probably wholly unaware of.

But in general, I know who I am. I know the difference between right and wrong. But you shouldn’t assume that I do!

Strangers on the Internet don’t know any of that about me. You can’t assume one way or another. We are strangers. Have you learned nothing from JKR??? Have you learned nothing from being devastated and blindsided and heartbroken by a person—again, a stranger—who you thought you knew? When you didn’t actually know her at all? 

I worry about people who think they know strangers on the Internet. Are you gonna get in their van next? Or give them your credit card number? Come on!!! 

The point is you can’t assume things about people you don’t know, good or bad. Please don’t make negative assumptions about me (the things people have said about me are mind boggling)!

And also don’t make good assumptions about me. (Those are ALL correct, by the way. Kidding.)

People in this fandom tell me they love me. They don’t. They love the work. People tell me they hate me. They don’t! They hate the work.

Why? Because they don’t actually know me.

People think they know things about me, and maybe they guess correctly sometimes. But not all the time. People who get to know me usually like me. Sometimes they don’t. That is life. 

So if you want your fandom to remain intact? Just. Be. Polite. Interact with works you like and scroll away from works you don’t. If you wouldn’t act that way in public, don’t do it online. It is the lowest bar.

Stay safe, stay smart, stay aware. Pair your open heart with a healthy dose of skepticism. Pair your skepticism with the benefit of the doubt and the understanding that most people are trying their best.

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Sirius insists on carrying Remus to bed if he falls asleep reading on the couch. The first time Remus protested, now he just sleepily loops his arms around Sirius’s neck and murmurs, “Show-off.”

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Pretty Wolfstar by @whoopsiesnodaisies

Can't Fight The Moonlight by @cosmiclove-jpg

With All Your Faults (I Love You Still) by sea_salt_air_92

Iced Americanos and Highway Blues by chasingthestar

how to gain a slytherin in 10 days by @digthewriter

Something safe by @crescentcitytorchwood

The Marauders [a.k.a. The Other Men] by @merulaswelt

Good Old A Capella by @sliebman10

no more queens by septemberbells

Anyone But Moony by @thethingwithfeathers8

Love, and Other Disasters by @spinderella-umbrella

Is He Walking Back To Me? by @marlenemckinn

Shooting for the Moon (and Other Missteps) by ghoskie

P.S I Love You by @b1ackcatchatsback

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tell everyone one fact about you, one unpopular opinion you have and your top song on your on repeat playlist and then spread this to five followers you love ❤️

Thanks for the ask! I got this also from @wannabelilybriscoe so I'll answer in one go:

One fact about me: I liked blue nail polish before it was cool. My first bottle was Wet and Wild from CVS, back when those were $0.99. My mom gave it a hard side eye but I loved it.

One unpopular opinion: Oooh. Hmm. I don't really enjoy watching reboots of shows where I loved the original. It's never the same. I'd rather rewatch the OG show.

Top song on my repeat playlist: My playlist doesn't show stats like that but I'd have to say something like Single Ladies or End of Time (Beyonce) on my exercise playlist.

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imagine u have a shitty old car that doesn’t have Bluetooth so pick 7 albums u play on CD!! (Or tape!!!)

Thank you, @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting for the tag!

Hmm, well. Here goes...

Rent (original cast album NOT the movie) - my first Broadway love is good driving music.

Hamilton - as is my second Broadway love. Really, I could probably play these two on repeat and be happy lol.

Madonna Immaculate Collection - cue my 90's nostalgia. This was the first CD I ever own and I kept it in good condition until CD players in cars kind of stopped being a thing.

Some form of Glee mix that I would have burned circa early 2000's

Nefesh Mountain - this Jewish bluegrass band is a newer fav, and while I don't listen much to the genre otherwise, they never fail to put me in a good mood. ( in case you're curious)

Rockapella - yes, this group is still kicking long after Carmen San Diego ended. Their a capella covers and originals are so much fun.

Some form of classic rock mix also burned in the early 2000's era featuring the Beatles, U2 and Bon Jovi (wait, the last two are classic rock?? Oy.)

No pressure tags for @fattybattysblog , @mrsmungus , @oceangirl24 @kayedium-writes

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Internal Monologue

A teensy little scene for @empyreanevents' Riorgail Week. Day 6 is "domestic" and I'm a little early just to make sure I don't forget. Just a tiny cw for pregnancy mention.

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Violet was asleep on their couch and Xaden couldn't help letting his eyes rake over her, cataloguing some of his favorite things about her. There was her hair, in only a loose braid with escaped strands framing her face in brown and silver. There were her lips, slightly open in sleep but incredibly distracting all the time, whether she was speaking to him or pouting or kissing him. Her hands, small and fine, equally at home throwing knives or speaking in sign language. Her thighs, her hips, all of the curves that seemed to sit so perfectly in his hands as he held her.

She was wearing a leggings and a long, cozy sweater. The neck was loose, showing off the bright red marks he'd left on her pale skin the night before. He loved to see all of the ways her body could proclaim that she was his and he was hers- those bite marks on her neck, the ring on her finger, and, most recently, the new curve that had begun to show under her sweater.

Because Xaden couldn't help but study the way she lay there in her sleep, one arm under her head and the other resting against her belly, pulling the sweater just so to make the bump there undeniable. It was still only really noticeable when she teased him with it, but soon enough it would be impossible to hide.

Not that either of them wanted to hide it. There was nothing about their relationship Xaden wanted to hide, up to and including skirting the edges of public indecency. Of course, Violet never seemed to mind that either.

Smirking, Xaden left her to nap and stepped into the kitchen. She'd probably be awake soon, and he wanted to have her favorite tea ready for her when she did.

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Hey! This is for the ask game.

Style Top Shelf Firewhiskey in a cute little outfit.

Thank you for the ask!

Top Shelf Firewhiskey is my double drabble I wrote for the HP Saffics exchange last summer about Madam Rosmerta and Madam Hooch. So an outfit to represent them would be... probably a leather jacket, a white button down, some dark jeans and red heels.