#this is sirius black in a nutshell

[sirixbarty]

[nina-s0]

James and Regulus look like the straightest guys around till some girl comes up to one of them and they make eye contact from across the room and slowly inch towards eachother and end up snogging on the couch. In public.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Sirius was my childhood crush. I was silly around him. I was ten years old and I remember I locked myself in my room, put on some Brenda Lee records and drew hearts with our initials in them, or his name inside a heart....

I dreamed about marrying him when we got older. I wanted for him to be my first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first everything. I thought he was the most beautiful boy in the world. He was the owner of every love song I listened to and the protagonist of every scene I imagined in my head. He made my head spin and my heart beat fast. I knew love because of him... "

"And now?" Lily asked, bringing Remus to the present.

Remus blushed after what he had just confessed. He felt like an idiot now. But back then, when he was ten years old, before his transition and all the fucked up shit in his life, Remus used to be a hopeless romantic. And Sirius had fascinated him.

"He still owns my heart" Remus confessed. It was the truth. Hard and clear.

Lily sighed as if she was hearing the most beautiful love story. It was nothing beautiful. It was torture.

"But in a different way" Remus added "Sometimes I really want to strangle him" he chuckled.

Lily stared at him with those emerald eyes. Her eyes flickered towards the spot where Sirius was laughing on the couch with Alecto Carrow. She was sitting too close to him. Showing him something on her phone. Remus didn't want to look.

"But he doesn't feel the same, obviously" Remus sighed as well "I am his best friend and a boy. And we know he is into girls"

"Many girls for my liking" Lily rolled her eyes, then gave Remus a pitiful smile "What are you going to do?"

Remus shrugged "Probably forget about him" he said "Don't worry about it, Lils. I'll be fine... "

Lily hugged him and kissed his head gently. "You deserve better, Remus"

What they didn't know was that Sirius was openly staring at Remus. Confused by his feelings and how much he had been thinking about him lately. Definitely not like a friend would.

"What about him?... Sirius!" Alecto elbowed him.

Sirius moved his eyes to Alecto's phone where there was a picture of a shirtless bloke. A very attractive one. Sirius’s eyes stared and stared at the torso of that man.

"I know he looks bold, but I do really have a type... I mean I used to fancy you" Alecto giggled.

But Sirius kept staring at the picture. What if he liked this? If he liked Remus would it mean he would like every sexy bloke? Would that make him gay?

Sirius swallowed.

"Sirius!" Alecto exclaimed "What do you think?"

Sirius was kind of panicking.

"I know what you are thinking" Alecto snorted "I should not find such handsome bloke or otherwise you'll get jealous..." she smiled.

Sirius faked a smile.

"Please... No one like me" he winked making the girl laugh.

But in the corner of his eye, he spotted Remus again.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Sirius: Rawr Remus: What’s that? Sirius: A danasour Remus: What? Sirius: A dyianasoore? Remus: Make the sound again Sirius: ✨👁️rawr👁️✨🦖 Remus: Remus: Oh ya mean those thangs from Jurassissicc Perock-? 🤠

[dinarosie]

Sirius Black and James Potter’s moral compass in a nutshell:

Bullying someone for their racial background? Oh no, that’s unfair and inhumane! We’re far better people than that. We’d never stoop to the level of Death Eaters and commit such cruel acts.

But bullying someone for their appearance and poverty? Why not? That’s a golden opportunity for entertainment!

[foodiegoogie]

parallel paths can collide | 1.2k

part one of two people met once | a two-part remus lupin x fem!reader mini series

summary: remus lupin's life in a nutshell, how he met you, and what his present looks like after.

cw/tags: nsfw themes, mdni. remus-centric pov, mild angst, remus is a little lonely. inspired, again, by one day (the series). lmk if i missed any <3

Remus Lupin has long since learned how to be independent. 

If you consider his childhood, being diagnosed with a chronic illness will teach you a lot of things: how to be taken care of, how to feel guilty because of it, how to make sure you’re fine because of the guilt, and so on. Remus considers himself lucky that he’s got the best parents he could ever ask for in his life. He’s convinced they’re both his guardian angels in the hellish world he was born in. Anyway, that’s just his childhood in a nutshell.

Then came the time he hit puberty. He grew up expecting to be the picturesque teenage boy, only to let himself down with the consistent growth spurt and the lanky build he earned with it. Not to mention, his chronic illness that had him walking with a limp for most of his life at the time. But then came the three most important people in his life (aside from his parents, of course)—James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. When they formed their little group that had lasted all their years in high school, Remus was the happiest he had ever felt. 

Later on, amidst the mess that was applying for university, moving cities, enlisting in classes, and so on—he met you.

You were a sightly thing— you in your average clothing, hair a little messy with your headphones on. Remus didn’t even entertain the thought of approaching you, because who was he to do such a thing, anyway? Imagine his surprise, though, when he gets a tap on the shoulder—only to turn around and see you.

“Hi, sorry for the trouble. Do you know where I could find a restroom?” You asked him, eyes wide with hope. Hope—you were hoping that he knew the way to the girls’ restroom, duh. Remus had to remind himself that. It wasn’t like you were asking for his number or anything—

“Er,” He heard you chuckle awkwardly, your eyes flittering all over his face. “Excuse me? I was asking if you—”

“The restroom. Right,” Remus heard himself say. How foolish of him to just blatantly stare at you like some creep. “I can show you where that is.”

Truth is, he didn’t know where the restroom was either. It was his first time on campus, for Pete’s sake. But you had looked at him like he was the last resort, your savior in a grandpa jumper and corduroy trousers. So, naturally, he lent a hand where it was due.

He should’ve known—or perhaps, you both should’ve known that that would be the start of your many different encounters with each other. Not just on campus, but outside of university, too. But neither of you had predicted that the first time you had ever spoken to each other—would also be the seed that would plant the tree that is Remus’ relationship with you, branching out into missed opportunities, misunderstandings, miscommunications, and missing each other. 

・・・・・

Remus wakes up to another day in bed.

A deep sigh leaves his nose before he opens his eyes to the ceiling. The same darned ceiling he’s been waking up to since he moved out of home indefinitely. It’s creamy white when it’s sunny, but a sad blue when it’s gloomy.

This morning, it’s gloomy. So Remus stays in bed for a little while longer than usual. It’s not like he’s running late for work, and no one’s probably anticipating his arrival in the office today. Just the same routines, but a different day. 

He turns his head to his right, but he doesn’t even know why he does it. The bedside table’s on his left, where his phone and a glass of water laid waiting for him. But he’s doing it anyway, because it’s a reflex at this point. An instinct. Muscle memory, maybe. You used to be the first thing he woke up to—you in your bedhead, parted lips, a bit of dried drool on the corner of your mouth. What a sight you were to him. Remus has taken care to cherish it as a memory and discard it at the same time.

Back in university, after that first encounter he had with you, it was like you were suddenly everywhere he was. Remus might have thought that you were deliberately following him at some point, but he knew that that was too good to be true. So he concluded that it wasn’t.

All of a sudden, chance encounters at cafes turned into study sessions at the library. Then, study sessions turned into party invites and the occasional night out at the pub. One drunken game of spin-the-bottle turned into an alleyway make-out session, which led to regular hookups spent in neither Remus’ or your place. But in between so many shared experiences with each other, so many firsts and milestones shared, neither you nor Remus ever got brave enough to ask what it all meant.

But perhaps that was the thrill of it all—in not knowing what it all meant. Maybe there shouldn’t be anything to fear in the unknown, after all. 

Still, regrets will always await you at the end of your mistakes.

・・・・・

Remus likes to think that he has considerably matured ever since finishing his studies.

He was sorely mistaken, though. Old habits do die hard after all.

He was just going about his day at the office breakroom, minding his own business as he waited for his coffee to brew in the coffee pod machine. The thing about Remus is that when he thinks about something, he thinks hard. A particularly riveting post about a service dog who had valiantly saved his owner from a seizure by doing its job well had passed by on his screen. He taps on the video, expecting the drawn-out intro for suspense, and watches it. 

The machine beeps, making Remus straighten up from where he was leaning against the counter. Without taking his eyes off the screen—the dog’s running around his owner now, probably looking for medicine—he turns to grab his mug, only to crash shoulders with an unassuming colleague of his—

“Sorry! Sorry.”

Remus could identify that voice in a crowd. It’s you he bumped into.

“No, sorry. I– I wasn’t looking,” He tells you, eyes now away from the screen as he tucks his phone into his back pocket. 

You make eye contact with him for the briefest of moments, but Remus is abruptly shot with a vivid image of you beneath him just several nights ago. Your head on the pillow, hair splaying around it like a halo—like the goddess he believes you are. The softness of your skin pressed to his lips, the sounds he heard you make. 

Remus is on the job. He shouldn’t be thinking of his coworkers that way.

“You alright?” He asks you.

You clear your throat, stepping back like you were trying to put some distance between you both. “Yeah. Fine.”

Yep. Definitely putting some distance between you both.

“And you?” You ask him.

Remus pokes his tongue to the side of his cheek, nodding his head. “Yeah, m’good.”

“Good,” You reply, also nodding. “That’s… that’s good, then.”

“Yeah,” Remus smiles awkwardly, but it’s too small to consider that he was happy. “Good.”

It’s awkward. It’s painful. It’s painfully awkward. 

But it stings the man all the same when he finally musters up the courage to at least ask about your day, but you turn away from him with a muttered farewell, leaving the break room. 

So much for maturing.

[miss-lily-evans-potter]

The marauders rp!

Hosted by yours truly :)

In this rp, we shall be diving into the marauders & co’s school life in the muggle world. Through relationships, fights, friendships and laughter, we will navigate through their lives!   The school hierarchy in a nutshell as it is a boarding school AU: ‘Pure bloods’= rich kids that can afford to attend via payment, ‘halfbloods’= ones that can also attend via payment but are lower than pure bloods, and ‘muggleborns’= kids who attend on scholarship!

The cast ~~~~

@bellatrix-carina-black - Bella, she is sweet bjt scary! (Used to be scared of her in yr8)

@sunshine-and-rosiers - panda, such a sweetie! 

@hestia-farida-jones - hes, she is underrated! Such a kind girl

@blacksheepoftheblackfamily - sirus, cool dude. Can be annoying (sorry, not sorry) hoe. Do not interact with that bit- watch out y’all, Sirius ‘perv’ black is on the loose! (He’ll pounce on you 💔)

@fartybartyjunior - Barty, I… I have no words. Can be nice sometimes 

@prongspotter-s - Potter,  he’s alright, I guess. Annoying.

@bitterandbruisedsev  - sev, childhood bestie! He’s nicer than y’all think.

@moony-lupin-rjl - Remus, THE ONLY SANE GUY. I love him <3

@w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l - pete, love him. Super sweet!!

@acelovesremuslupin - Evan, he’s…peculiar.

@marlz-mckinnon - Marlene, love her OH MY GOD

@marylicious -Mary, such a sweetie! Everyone needs a Mary.

@cissa-swans - narcissa, she’s kind, funny!

@little-star-regulus - regulus, terrifying but I think he may be sweet!

@xenophilius-the-strange - xeno, he’s really sweet! Shy but if you get him talking, he’s a good laugh!

@gorgeous-golden-gilderoy - lockheart, he’s the epitome of being full of yourself…

and of course me, @/miss-lily-evans-potter !!

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Sorry for asking a bit dark topic but.. how does a star's death work here?

Howdy! Figured I'd answer related asks here, too.

I don't have some new art to illustrate it yet, but I'll explain the best I can!

In a nutshell, they have a dying phase. Depending on their mass, they become red giants or red supergiants.

Here's the Sun in his dying phase (concept art I drew in the past; it may or may not change in the future)

In their dying phase, I imagined they were prisoners of their own bodies. For example, Sun can't control himself at all. He can only watch as his body goes into a flying rage, doing everything it can to survive; even going as far as killing the ones he swore to protect.

When I first designed him, I had this in mind; it's why I didn't make him out to be "sunny" or jolly. The responsibilities of holding a star system on his own + being hyper aware of his own fate + past trauma weigh him down, but he does try his best to enjoy the life he has with the people he loves.

Mercury hanging out with Sun to help him feel more relaxed. Both he and Sun know their fates well. He's been coming to terms with it better than Sun, and he's helping Sun accept this as well. It doesn't mean he's not scared, though.

Once they've exhausted everything, ultimately their body gives out. From their death arises a chance for other stars to be born; it doesn't directly give life to new stars, but they release materials that could potentially help baby stars form.

They regain consciousness and become a white dwarf or even a black hole; once again, depending on their mass.

They have little to no memories of their past lives, even if they can be talked to. Most see this as death, others see this as a newer, humbler life. The former is especially true for the people they have left in their past lives as stars.

(LOL pardon the old art on the right, I think this was from 2015 and their designs have since changed)

Sirius A is a jolly soul, but he always has lamented that his partner Sirius B had died ahead of him. He's always seen him as some sort of mentor in the past, and now he's since stepped up to the throne of being the Wolf Prince in place of B.

Now regarding memories: I did say they had little to no memories. Most dead stars report not remembering anything in their past lives at all; but some do, just that they're too hazy or surreal to make sense. They're about as clear as surreal dreams that Earthlings have.

I also wrote some general lore about this some time ago! Check it out in Toyhou.se.

[armandismed]

An INTJ/ ENFP Best Friendship in a Nutshell: Dissecting Crushes for Patterns:

Me: Make sense of the crushes I've had over the years, friend.

Friend: Hit me.

Me: Lewis Pullman in Outer Range, Milo Manheim, Andrew Ridgeley, Ralph Macchio, Milo Ventimilglia/ Jess Mariano, Aneurin Barnard in The White Queen, Ioan Gruffudd, Matthew Settle in Band of Brothers, Andrew Garfield, Sirius Black in Harry Potter, whatever the hell the band Midland has going on, and Paul Rudd.

Her: ... Sarcastic brunettes you could take in a fight.

Me: ...

Her: ... It's because you like the aesthetic, but also because of your trauma you want someone who actually isn't as threatening as they seem and wouldn't actually be as sarcastic with you and be genuinely nice and sensitive. You want the masculinity, but also the sensitivity. Even if they could take you in a fight, you want someone who'd fold like a cheap tent and take it on the nose because he's sweet.

Me: ...

Her: ... That'll be $250, please.

[nina-s0]

Marauders ft Regulus in a nutshell pt 3:

James: Sirius if you don't shutup I'm gonna tape you're mouth shut.

Sirius: James you freak 😜

Remus: Sirius put that tongue back in your mouth.

Regulus: Are they a threesome?

Peter: no idea

[maliefizz]

Sirius: Are there any nuts in there?

Remus: No.

Sirius: But I see peanuts.

Remus: Peanuts are not nuts.

Sirius: That's a lie.

James: Peanuts belong to the same family as strawberries.

Remus: Wait, wha...

Sirius: Strawberries are nuts?!

[sirixbarty]

Sirius Black in a nutshell

are you in love with me have you fallen in love with me will you fall in love with me when will you fall in love with me

[fairyfortescue]

Remus: i don’t like this book, it‘s so weird

Sirius: then stop reading it

Remus: nO pads my READING GOALS

Remus: i won’t waste this opportunity for finishing a book just because it‘s BAD

[alifeincoffeespoons]

in my heart of hearts, i know that sirius black would enjoy townie by mitski so fucking much and i just wish i knew how to express that

[liimlsan]

Just today I saw someone argue that it was kinda fucked up that Moaning Myrtle - the ugly, chubby teenage bully magnet who was killed during race riots in the early 1940s - is presented as the most unsympathetic and annoying person who ever lived. And that Sirius Black rips the clothes off "The Fat Lady" and it's played for comedy that she's hiding in other paintings. And that Harry is still grieving Cedric while basically asking Cedric's widowed girlfriend to stop grieving and get with him. Or Jowling Kowling "queerness is something that kids are exposed to and it warps them" Rowling writing a cool badass shapeshifting woman soldier with neon hair, and then having her fall in love with a guy who calls her by a more masculine form of her name, marry him, have a kid, start wearing her natural hair colors and not being so uppish, and she dies. Queerness fixed. There's so many things going on under the hood with her problems.

It's legitimately fascinating how her popularity made the books turn into little ways to psychoanalyze the issues with the author, because she's not self-aware enough to stop writing characters and worlds that agree with her worldview.

Friend of mine @inscrutablemachine told me the first warning sign is Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff in terms of respect - how much of a bully she has to be that the "brave" people are better than everyone else, but the "kind" people are laughable goofy morons who can't get anything done. That's what she thinks of "kind people" in a nutshell.

I recommend watching video essays of people tearing apart the Harry Potter books. As a former fan and certified gender haver it’s been really cathartic from time to time and has really helped me process my feelings about it.

[magic-shop-girl]

This is random but, my Mc and her LI in a nutshell

Vega-Seira : What can be a typical romance story ended up being a 2k+ words of slowburn romance with a lot of angst, mutual pining, unresolved tension, major character death flag, and angst with happy ending. Perfect couple for hanahaki au. She is his shield and he is her sword.

"I don't deserve you, you deserve someone better."

"And i will gladly spent the rest of my entire life proving you're wrong."

Sirius-Seira : Strangers to enemies to friend to lovers to enemies. The man who lives solely for his goals and the girl who somehow became the top of his priority, and they somehow works well together in the battlefield. The brain and the brawn.

"I will sacrifice the world for you"

"but i will sacrifice myself for the world."

Spica-Seira : Someone with black and white world view and the girl who doesn't fit in neither of those. Partners in justice. Their relationship is the most fragile, yet somehow they never go out of style (yet). Curious and curiouser.

"I believe in you."

"In that case, I'll try to believe in myself."