#artist Remus

[spikybanana]

so instead of being mad about the dorian gray movie (you know the one) I present my own bastardisation of the picture of dorian gray, in its quasimodo form

“Congratulations.” Remus said, heedless of the ripping in his chest that almost made through to his voice. “For your engagement.”

Remus avoided Sirius’ eyes, just missing the way Sirius’ studied cheer faltered. Sirius glanced detachedly around the decorated room. Tasteful, ornate, and soon to receive a bride. 

“Would you find yourself a woman someday, Remus?” He asked, and there was a cruel kind of doubt, of hope in his question.

Remus looked sharply back up at Sirius, and considered him intently for a long moment. He knew there was a reprimanding frown between his brows. 

“No, Sirius.” He answered, finally. He picked up his paintbrush, lifted it to the likeness of Sirius he was recreating, found that he could not bear it, and dropped it again. He began packing up, signalling that they were done for the day. “For I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.”

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(to be horrendously expanded until it takes over my life)

[anxiouslyfred]

Shades of Expression

Sequel to Exploring New Towns

Summary: Remus loves the artwork that Virgil sells in his shop. He visits it so often and gets to know Virgil while doing so. 

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Remus had made it a habit; After each therapy session he had with Doctor Picani, he'd visit Virgil's shop and get lost in the paintings for a while.

Virgil grew used to having company in the store quite quickly, occasionally even showing Remus the painting he'd brought out to work on while behind the counter. He'd been used to the visitors to his shop expecting some interesting story behind his artwork, or trying to create their own, as Roman had done the only time he'd tried using the artwork to connect with Remus. It was refreshing to someone who just looked at the scenes with relief, that scenes like this weren't just things Remus's brain alone came up with.

He'd barely noticed Remus's arrival today though, having grown absorbed in painting something that seemed similar to catholic depictions of Hell, if a bit more gruesome. It was only when he glanced up that he spotted Remus stood in a corner of the back of the shop.

“The hurricane again?” He asked, already aware of the picture Remus would be staring at for the fiftieth time. “I know you're aware it's for sale so why not take it home to stare at?”

Remus shook his head without looking at him, “My lighting is all wrong! This makes your shading go bang! Bang! BOOM! While my room just goes acknowledged. I wanna memorise the expressions as they are here.”

He shot a sceptical look over the artwork he had displayed for sale. “Does the lighting really impact it that much?”

“YEAH! Like here you've got a guy in shocked awe at the peace he's caught in the centre of the hurricane, but those expressions in my rooms lighting just leave the folks bored. Or this guy running in terror? In my room he would look about 9 years older but a bit less scared.” Remus explained, pointing out the painted figures without checking to see if Virgil was even close enough to recognise them. “Roman insists we need like these yellow orange lightbulbs that just screw up anything unless its his fairytale paintings. I've tried eating the bulb so I cat get normally coloured ones but apparently glass isn't edible and I'm gonna put myself in hospital again.”

“It isn't, and you are.” Virgil deadpanned, cleaning his brush. “Hang out staring at it as long as you like.”

A week later Remus decided to change their routine, coming in to Virgil's shop, a large case over one shoulder and 2 take away coffee cups in hand. “I brought coffee for you!” He greeted, holding one out to Virgil.

“And your art kit?” He raised an eyebrow at the bag, curious over why Remus would have brought it.

“YEAH!” Remus nodded, pulling one of the chairs Virgil left around the store into the middle of the space. “I love looking at your paintings and wanna be surrounded by them as I work. Is that okay?”

He shrugged, returning to flicking through an art prompt book, “Sure, I guess.”

Remus paused, the lack of noise from getting out paints or anything getting Virgil to look up again after a second, “Can you teach me to do that facial shading for expressions like the ones you get?”

“So long as there aren't too many customers.” He decided, coming out from behind the counter with a glance to the door. He wasn't particularly worried since most customers were students of the nearby college and they'd likely be in class for a while yet. “What scene are you painting, anyway? And are those watercolours or gouache?”

“Gouache. I would've brought oil paints, but didn't feel like making a smeared mess from my painting if you agreed to teach me stuff.” Remus replied, waving around at the walls.

Virgil smiled in response. A large percentage of his work was done in oils, but there were a few in watercolours, especially from when he was feeling rather washed out and zombie like or gouache from times he wanted to paint multiple pictures quickly. “Let's see what you've got and how I might shade it then.”

It had been a few weeks since Remus started painting near the back of his store, and Virgil was amused to realise that he was still adding layers to the painting he'd been doing on the first day he asked to. No Remus was bringing what had been treated as the background into the focus, as if the hurricane was actually pulling debris around the people.

Still, for the past weeks if Remus had been there when Virgil wanted to eat, then he'd simply skip lunch. It wasn't healthy and he'd been noticing that afternoons felt more difficult on days when it happened, so Virgil wanted to change the pattern.

He frowned, scrunching his nose up while looking at Remus. “Dude, can I trust you here alone or do I need to bring you on my lunch break with me?” He asked, already moving to the shop door to flip it to closed and lock it.

“History says never to trust me where damage can be done.” Remus quipped, getting more water on his brush.

“Pack that shit up then. You've got a lunch date.” Virgil nodded to the set up Remus had for painting, moving to hold the door through to his apartment stairs open.

The palette was dropped and water only just placed down without a spill so fast did Remus stand and turn to him. “Date? Like we're boyfriend's now, date?”

“Can't see why you'd want to date me, but yeah. If you want it to be?” He scoffed, already convinced the reaction was confusion disguising offence, well until his hand was grabbed at least.

Remus was beaming at him, leaning close but still respecting the comment Virgil had made on the day they met about leaving hugs until permission was given. “I want! Definitely want! You're like the greatest person in this town or any other!”

For a moment Virgil blinked, mouth opening and closing a few times, “Okay then, we can date. Besides, at least that means I get to pull you away when I need food and a break from the shop!”

“Pull me anywhere you like, gore king. I'll follow you through any of the scenes you've painted.” Remus promised, not resisting at all as Virgil tugged him into a hug.

“I think I'll leave those to paintings.” He shook his head.

Perhaps the best meeting of his life had been when the 2 brothers walked into his shop because the man in his arms wanted to see his paintings more closely.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

I need an outlet for my marauders brainrot, so here I am, crawling back to tumblr

[spookeart]

They’re bonding

[snadwich-underscore]

Regulus: "How mad would mum be if we shagged them?"

Sirius: "Oh she'd be thrilled."

[jaioes]

Hot chocolate and tricks, moony’s books and coffee shop!

[inthe-echo]

I can’t help falling in love with you

[gottabewolfstar]

wonderful commission I made for @lexithwrites ♡

[swatchitt]

beating the 'sirius is a twink' allegations

new watermark because im insecure

[valexarts]

Marauders 1976 ✨

[veresks-blog]

love them so much

[myartcloudsstuff]

Save a horse ride a cowboy. 🫡

[anxiouslyfred]

Draw With Anything

Summary: Virgil decides taking Remus to the park would be a good first date.

Authors note: part of a series with 2 other part I cba to find currently. there’s a series on AO3 that includes them if curious

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They'd met because of his artwork, grown to know each other surrounded by it and while Remus was painting his own, but this was different, and Virgil knew that. There would be no artwork to talk about outside of his shop and they wouldn't be as safe from judgement of passers by either.

It was those thoughts that made Virgil decide to pick a sandwich up from a cafe but take Remus with him to a park to eat it instead. Plenty of space to roam and sit without strangers right next to them. Making it even quieter would be the clouds that had been covering the sky with a threat of rain all day.

Virgil sincerely doubted that Remus would give a damn about getting a bit wet if the heavens did open and he kept a change of clothes in the shop in preparation for that situation specifically.

“Are we going to play on the biggest canvas ever? I know exactly what we could draw!” Remus  exclaimed when he saw the entrance to the park, getting Virgil to look at the things they were holding in confusion.

Still confused he then looked around for signs over some art event that might be happening while asking, “Biggest canvas ever? What on earth?”

“Yes, on the earth. You have to had drawn in the mud at least once. I refuse to believe you haven't.” Remus immediately countered, dropping the hand he'd been holding to start climbing in the bushes. “I'll find good sticks for both of us. You enjoy your sandwich.”

“Everyone's done that. Even or maybe especially the millions who claim they're unable to draw, have drawn patterns in the mud. Hell I'm pretty sure that dragon drew in the mud in that animated movie a few years back. Got bitchy when the human trying to befriend it stepped on the lines or something.” Virgil grumbled, but still headed over to a bench to begin eating. He could go along with whatever idea Remus was set on doing for now.

Remus let out a cheer halfway to walking back over to Virgil, and he snickered in response, looking over to see what caused the reaction. “Poop to paint with! Our picture can have shading now!”

“Yeah, I'm not doing that. Count yourself lucky I'm agreeing to draw in the mud.” Virgil rolled his eyes, but silently thought it was a reasonable idea to get different coloured areas of earth, if a little gross.

“Well I was going to suggest spitting or pissing to get areas darker and I think this has less chance of being arrested for indecent exposure.” Remus cheerfully explained. “I collect those charges though. I got 21 in the last town we lived in.”

For a moment all Virgil could do was blink and try to absorb that information. “Suddenly Roman's need to apologise for you doing something harmless makes more sense.”

“Nope, that wasn't because I collect those charges. It's because I aimed to get banned from every place in our old town and soon enough people started banning Roman just because he's my brother and got seen with me around town.” The explanation was cheerful, proud of the accomplishment most people would view as shameful and given as Remus surrounded the poop he'd found with a nest of branches, as if it would get destroyed before he could use it to paint with. “Ro was literally apologising to make it clear he can be trusted in shops even if I do something to get banned.”

“And yet you were tamed into quiet actions just by some gory paintings and the chance to paint. Doesn't seem like anyone tried to help you with your impulse control before.” Virgil replied, relaxing as he ate watching the constant movement that was Remus currently.

It took a few moments for his to get a reply as Remus instead focused on drawing. He'd fetched a couple of decently long sharpish sticks and was for the moment drawing unidentified lines in the dirt, scuffing his footprints away constantly. “Not tamed, just given something else to focus on. You're like the hottest person ever and were ready to stick up for my enjoyment of the morbid from like the first 2 minutes of knowing me. I'm not planning on scaring you away, although probably some scares that aren't enough you'll leave will happen. Bet you get angry from them and that would be fucking gorgeous to see.”

“Tell me what we're drawing then.” Virgil decided, chucking the sandwich wrapper away and grabbing the second stick that Remus had placed beside him.

“Well I was going to do 2 guys fucking, like clear visual of the dick going into the ass, but now I think it should be a murder scene, or maybe something like those Pompeii bodies where people were fucking when the volcano killed them and are decaying still inside each other. The decomposing bodies would be so cool.” Remus rambled through ideas.

“I'll work on the volcanic explosion, rocks and lava, all that shit. You figure out what the hell you want the figures to be doing and how you're going to explain it if any scandalised parents or old ladies come over to scream at us.” Virgil decided.

This definitely wasn't something Virgil would have ever expected to be called a date, but so far it was going a hundred times better than dates he'd been on that fit his, or societies, expectations of what a date should be.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

Turns out spending 12 years in Azkaban and sleeping in a cave does not do wonders for your hair...

(based off of that one scene in Chapter 185 of ATYD)

[spookeart]

‘-I’m mental about you too’ PLEASE THEY’RE SO IN LOVE

[jaioes]

Mornings

My first larger piece in a little while! Also my first wolfstar piece in ages!

referenced from the amazing photographer Meg allen !!