a bit late to this as always but tysm to @madefortherain for the tag! here’s a short snippet from chapter 3 of love on the fly :)
Regardless, it delights Remus to see Sirius get a bit flustered, a bit less put together. He likes knowing he caused that. Him. Sirius seems so put together, with his full suit and starched shirt and graceful movements, and Remus is making him flustered.
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Me: wow drawing is so hard, I'll never do it again!
Also me with no experience in drawing animals: dog
...so anyways, dadfoot!! made him completely black so I can avoid understanding how furs work!!
If anyone ever looked at me the way Sirius and Remus look at each other I would simply ascend into the atmosphere like a helium balloon.
James who ran like his life depended on it when Sirius told him what he had done.
James whose only thought was Remus, and the fact that he had to save him from his own self because he knew that Remus would never forgive himself if he hurt Snape.
James who was ready to throw himself to death without another thought to push Severus away from the shack before just as moony is ready to pounce at him.
James who stays by the door the whole night to make sure moony was okay, and then by his side in the hospital wing when he wakes up.
James who holds Remus as he cries his heart out when he hears about what Sirius has done, who nurses him back to health as he becomes a shell of his own self.
James who comes learns how to take the muggle train to go to Whales every day during that summer because he can't apparate yet, even though Remus told him not to come. But he still goes and sits with hope in the living room or helps her around the farm when Remus doesn't come out of his room.
James who keeps bringing him books from Effie's library everyday since Hope told him Remus had been rereading his old books because he didn't want to go out to the library, and so he sets them by his door and sits there with his back against the wood, babbling about nothing and everything through it till the time for the last train back rolls around.
That is, untill Remus opens the door and James falls down on the ground, his eyes wide and his glasses askew as he watched the upside down face of the best friend he hadn't seen in a month.
Remus has a fond exasperated look on his face at the sight of the sweet boy who kept coming back no matter how much he tried to push him away.
They spend that summer running around in fields or sprawled under the shade of the trees as Remus read one of Effie's books and James rested his head in his lap, something that after days evolves into Remus carding his fingers through his wild messy hair, delicately removing his gold rimmed glasses as he dozed off under the shade of the trees while Hope watches them with a small smile on her face from the kitchen window, taking out her camera to capture the sweet moment because she knew that one day the oblivious pair would want it.
I like when remus is, at his core, a cutie pie
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artist: remusmkeko
Thinking about wolfstarbucks roommates where James and Sirius build Remus a canopy bed, so he has a cozy little cave to hide in when he's having a bad day.
Sometimes he's alone in there when he really needs some space from it all but more than often he actually would like some company and then he will leave a trail of his socks leading to the bed so James and Sirius know they can come cuddle.
Fanfiction is so silly. I am playing with my dolls and people are coming over to watch. Some of them even clap and give me compliments. And when I'm done playing, I can go and watch other people play with their dolls.
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
I challenged myself to paint at least(!) one Sirius Black art a month this year, so here is the April painting! And as I haven’t had much time in April, I made a more detailed artwork :') Well, but it was a lot of fun! I also added a close up because I really like his face in this one :)