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siriusblack-the-third · 9 months
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marauders aesthetic: dark academia
sirius: chin length silky hair in a shag cut. fingers stained with motor oil and black ink. drives everyone crazy with the bold black eyeliner he gets marlene to teach him. twirls his wand and quills between his fingers. old leather jackets thrown over messily buttoned shirts. tie hanging untied around his neck. reads any book he can get his hands on. always has a peppermint on his person. if you're close enough to get a sniff, he smells of damp grass, leather, parchment and mint. chess comes as easy as breathing to him. can't sleep at night, so he climbs out the window and sits on the top of gryffindor tower to stare at the stars. french is his first language, and he speaks italian, greek and latin. only has to study occasionally for herbology. a properly made macchiato, always. half smirks and cocky grins, and grey eyes that spark with mischief. cruel streak a mile wide, so he hates getting angry. a little bit of a slob (it drives james mad). won the under 19 europe duelling tournament at age fourteen. god tier poker face. climbs into james' bed after particularly terrifying nightmares. hums french songs to him to calm himself down. david bowie, led zeppelin, ac/dc, sex pistols. immense raw power that sizzles under his skin and smells like lightning storms. his magic is visible in his veins when he gets emotional. silver eyes, sharp glare, wicked words, even crueler spells. mastermind behind more than half of their pranks. when he laughs, he sounds like the pureblood he is; all refined and perfect. at six feet four inches, he's the tallest of the marauders. loves giving james shit for being shorter than him. plays the violin, and composes sometimes. it reminds him of the nights he locked himself and regulus into the music room at home and played till his fingers bled. perfect waltz, perfect posture, perfect table manners and perfect posh accent.
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remus: curly golden brown hair in messy undercuts, lanky body and lean muscles. five foot nine inches and hates it. leaves when a person lights up a cigarette; says the smell is overwhelming on his senses. always has a cup of black coffee with him, but never drinks it. comfy jumpers, pressed trousers, perfect uniform, prefect badge pinned to the front. piercings— tongue, ears, nose and lip. charms the tongue piercing to taste like chocolate. hates reading, but does read a few of the books that james recommends. will never give up a chance to sleep in. polite smiles and genial nods in the presence of teachers, quirked eyebrows and infuriating smirks otherwise— he's a two faced little bitch and he's proud of it. doesn't get angry, but does get annoyed. hates confrontation, and will get out of one as fast as possible. sharp wit, sharper tongue. dry, sarcastic remarks under his breath that make peter cry with laughter. a human heater. fingers stained with blue ink and chocolate smudges. if he's not with the marauders, he's either sleeping or studying in the library. best at defence against the dark arts, but still not as good as sirius and james. speaks welsh, scots gaelic and old english. learns french and latin from sirius. a complete, utter mess; everything from his school satchel to his wardrobe to his bed is chaos (james despairs over his habits). absolutely loathes history of magic and potions. favourite subject is care of magical creatures, mostly due to the chaos that professor kettleburn causes. elton john, cher, tchaïkovsky. cannot play any musical instrument, but loves it when sirius and james duet together. smells like chocolate, cinnamon, and honey. owns a diary, and gets called a girl for it by peter. has chronic joint pain that is aggravated by the scotland weather. difficult relationships with his parents, but he still loves them and they love him back.
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james: messy curls long enough to be tucked behind his ears. the only one who can beat sirius at chess. had an indian accent the first three years of hogwarts. plays the piano to calm himself. six foot one inch and hates it because sirius keeps giving him shit. fingers stained with charcoal, graphite, and alta dye applied for bharatanatyam. always moving, can never sit still unless he's reading or sketching. kajal lining brown eyes and dotted behind his ear for good luck. bright smiles and fondly exasperated shakes of his head. mother hen because "none of these idiots can be trusted to look after themselves". brown skin that just gets darker from quidditch practice in the sun. reads literally anything he can get his hands on, genre does not matter. dozens of journals filled with detailed sketches of anything and everything that catches his eye (a couple of journals are dedicated solely to green eyes. a couple more are filled with sketches of sirius). outstanding at transfiguration and arithmancy. never has to study (it drives peter to apoplexy). does not get offended or angered easily, but will go off on anyone who insults his friends. fits into any clique— jock, nerd, theatre kid, musicians, you name it. hopeless romantic. hates messes, always nagging his friends to clean up after themselves. chai, always. unapologetic mama's boy. proud of his indian lineage. rises before the sun does. always has cold fingers, and steals sirius' jackets. burrows into sirius' hugs for warmth. long, scalding hot baths. mother tongue is marathi. speaks hindi, urdu, french, latin, tamil, greek and sanskrit. loves every subject except history of magic. listens to any genre of music as long as it sounds good. loves balls and galas because he gets to dress up and dance. always has some sort of indian confectionary on him— barfi, laddoo, maisurpak, gulab jamun. it adds a sugary layer to his chandan perfume.
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peter: buzz cut, but wants to grow it out. steals james' books and never reads them. smells of earth and a woody perfume his mother got for him in fourth year. can't play chess for shit, but is better than remus at gobstones. his bed and closet are well maintained and always neat. laughs a lot (it sounds squeaky), and his eyes twinkle when he smiles. best at herbology and care or magical creatures, but he hates the latter. a sarcastic twerp and a sneaky little shit. has the normal sense of humour— the other three boys thrive off of dark jokes. absolutely loathes studying, but needs to do it, so he does (while grumbling good naturedly about sirius and james not needing to). whistles when he walks the corridors of hogwarts, with his hands in his pockets. loves the waltz, and always has a record playing at low volume whenever possible. atrocious sense of style/fashion, and gets heckled by sirius and james for it. has notebooks upon notebooks filled with little doodles that are surprisingly good. always listens when sirius or james play the violin or piano, and sometimes drags remus into a waltz to make everyone laugh. claims to be annoyed by james' mother henning, but everyone knows he adores it. friends with a lot of the younger students, and always has liquorice or lozenges on him to give to them. cat person, terrified of mcgonagall. he loves watching james perform bharatanatyam, and asked for lessons in fourth year. he gave up within a month, saying he would stick to waltzing, thank you very much. always, always, has a granola bar filled with nuts somewhere in his pockets. does not understand why mint chocolate is a thing, and absolutely refuses to eat anything that has mint in it. steals james' confectionary and gets tackled for it. will eat ice-cream no matter the season, even if he has a cold.
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enbysiriusblack · 1 month
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pictures from pinterest that remind me of peter pettigrew:
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saintchaser · 2 years
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sirius black - painted nails, big, black boots, kicked feet up on the table, tobacco-smelling fingers, green and purple and black, gets into fight-fights whenever someone says something bad about their friends, blood and bruises for the ones they love, friends over family any time, recklessness running through their veins, a guitar riff that makes your stomach drop, chunky silver rings clicking against each other as they gesticulate, loving with a heart of gold, a heart of a lion
james potter - the height of dishonor to distrust one's friends, would rather die than let out a secret, red hair blending in with caramel skin, round glasses that slip down your nose, eyes glinting with victory, with happiness, with love, a broad smile full of confidence, ink-stained hands, picking fruit from the trees, playful banter, the rise of the sun, a new era, a golden necklace, an heirloom, a symbol, running down in the family, running down like water, warm sand between warm fingers, red converse, being loved, so loved, a golden boy, and spreading that love around you
peter pettigrew - a shock of adrenaline coursing through your veins, running away from trouble, from the world, warm pillows, sitting by the fireplace, crocheting, the sting of a tattoo needle, a hickey, foggy windows, the smell of freshly-baked goodies, and rain hitting that warm ground of summer, sweet summer child, catching snowflakes with the tongue, loyalty, fighting for what is believed to be right, biking on sunny hills, watery eyes and rosy cheeks, never feeling good enough, loving friends, unlikely homes in unlikely people
remus lupin - autumn leaves, annotated books, cheap tea, running on the seaside, splashing around with water, old records in broken players, cheering on your friends, a rough kiss, holding hands under tables, crumpled parchment and messy handwriting, tanned skin, lying down in the grass, whistling, driving a broken car, afternoon naps, bouncy curls, wooden furniture, falling in love, a secret that he's supposed to keep but can't, the sun shining on your face through the curtains in the morning, a wide smile and sharp canines, loving and holding on even after the storm
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spectral-kitkat · 1 year
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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good
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m00nagegaydream · 2 years
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Marauders Aesthetics!!!!
Remus: Dark Academia, with a HINT of Goth (because I said so)
Sirius: Punk mixed with Emo (Again, because I said so)
James: Light Academia, sometimes switches to Pastel (because I said so)
Peter: Goblincore, with a HINT of Pastel (BECAUSE I SAID SO)
(Should I post about the girls later?)
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peter pettigrew. :)
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holocenestatelines · 10 months
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ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴛᴛɪɢʀᴇᴡ - ᴡᴏʀᴍᴛᴀɪʟ
ᴍʀ. ᴡᴏʀᴍᴛᴀɪʟ ʙɪᴅꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ꜱɴᴀᴘᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀꜱʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴍᴇʙᴀʟʟ.
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biggukuma · 5 months
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obviouslyaweasley · 2 years
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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 + 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
• he knew how to squirt pumpkin juice through the gap between his teeth
• he was absolutely incredible at boardgames
• he was very clumsy so he would always have bandages with him
• born with a stutter
• has a squeaky speaking voice, but a bass singing voice
• everyone in the marauders had a muggle thing that they really liked: peter's was musical theater
• a total people pleaser
• not capable of drinking milk without getting milkstache
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li0nheartstories · 2 years
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Peter Pettigrew, 1971. Up ahead, a small, chubby boy with blonde hair was wrestling with his luggage. His feet scrabbled against the floor as he tried desperately to get it up the stairs. He squeaked and cursed, looking around for his parents. His shoulders visibly sagged in defeat. Remus walked over and tapped him on the shoulder,
"Do you need some help with that?"
The boy nodded gratefully and allowed Remus to squeeze past. The four of them managed to haul it up the steps, but it wasn't an easy task.
"Merlin's beard! What have you got in here, mun? A body?" Remus huffed, channelling his mother as he placed it on the floor. Taking out his wand from his back pocket, he looked around and muttered, "Leviora."
Eyes widened in awe as Remus picked the heavy trunk up with ease.
“Wow, that was brilliant! How did you do that?" The boy said breathlessly.
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themarauderslife · 2 months
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Peter Pettigrew 🦁❤
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zwiz · 9 months
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valexarts · 1 month
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Marauders 1976 ✨
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thund3randrain · 3 months
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sometime in the late 70s....
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robarazzii · 9 months
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the way james and sirius would’ve loved the 2010s like tell me they wouldn’t have ran around dabbing and they would definitely have been famous on vine, like the marauders would have started some kind of magcon group im sure of it and they’d have made challenge videos and done cringey pics at meet and greets 😭😭
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