I'm convinced Sirius loves every state, every part of this man. Like the way he loses it while studying, how his hair is a mess, the way he is so passionate. I miss drawing them a lot, and this one was like a cathartic feeling ♡
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like a heathen clung to the homily
cowboy remus x vampire sirius
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I’m glad that J.K. Rowling has never written about the marauders and that no company has made a marauders film adaptation because 1, it would be boring (and straight) and 2, what’s great about the fandom is that we made the whole thing up. Some names were mentioned once or twice in the book and we gave them full on personalities. Everyone has different opinions on different characters and I think that’s the best part of this.
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This is mostly concerning James but it applies to every character ever:
Ethnicities are not just aesthetics
There is a cultural significance to them
I’ve seen so so many people just make James desi by making him darker, making him eat desi food and making him call Regulus hindi pet names
there is so much more to desi culture than just that
Same with latino James
They just make him darker and speak Spanish
If we’re going to make people darker to be inclusive at least do it well
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modern au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 348
(I'm taking modern to also mean nonmagic so...come for me).
"Fuck," Sirius whispered, peeking around the corner to the bar to see the man he'd been planning to meet off Hinge.
He was there alright. Wearing the purple shirt he'd promised. Only he looked nothing like his picture.
Well, that wasn't true. It was just...Gilderoy had clearly used an even more expensive version of Photoshop because he looked about ten years older in real life.
Not that looks were Sirius's main requirement. But the lying? No, thanks.
So he turned, trying to leave the restaurant quickly before his date could see. He was so intent on making a quick escape that he didn't even notice the man walking in the other direction until he'd walked into him, catching himself on the man's elbows.
He swore again. "Sorry, mate! Sorry, I-" But he cut off as he looked up into beautiful chocolate-brown eyes only slightly covered by light brown fringe. The face in front of him broke into an apologetic smile.
"Sorry," the man said softly, straightening Sirius up.
"No! No," Sirius stumbled over his words, eyes wide. Okay, maybe looks were important a little. At least enough to know that he wanted to talk to this man. "I-"
But at that moment a loud, booming voice cut across the room.
"Sirius, right? You're here for me, obviously!" Gilderoy had seen him. The self-involved look of joy on his face, like he was glad to grace Sirius with his presence, made Sirius's decision easy.
"Erm, no," he said, staring back into the other man's eyes. "I'm not."
"But you're Sirius aren't you? We've been talking on Hinge, and-"
"No!" he shook his head, still not tearing his eyes away. "I'm-"
"He's here with me," he other many interrupted, finally breaking eye contact to turn toward Gilderoy. "So stop hitting on my boyfriend, yeah?"
Gilderoy instantly deflated, murmuring an apology and skittering back into the bar room. But as he left, the other man turned to Sirius. "So I take it you're single? Maybe...want to go for a drink?"
Sirius had never agreed so fast in his life.
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Whenever Sirius feels down, James writes him fanfiction about him and Moony.
The first time he handed over a short story, Sirius cried even harder because it was so out of character. James is no loser so he continues to write until he aces it and then it becomes a habit and he would wrote and drop stories to Sirius, who will giggle and blush and bite (Marlene) if anyone tries to see what he is reading.
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