We Don't Talk Enough About How Lily Had A Deer For A Boyfriend. I've... Been Having Thoughts

dress and undress (in no particular order) 📖✨

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If I could draw Priest Draco all day, I would. So I practiced poses and messily colored him. 🙂‍↕️

omg they look so goood!!! 😍 god, marls looks so great i'm excited to see more!

i can't wait for to you to get around sketching the two of them together, but no rush!!

hey, just sending a few references to draw to bring back blackinnon to life! 💓

Stopp, you're amazing!! I absolutely LOVED these refs, thank you ❤️❤️

The vibe is IMMACULATE!

I was sketching Marls to get used to drawing her, and then I remembered I have a lot of WIPs to update (😅) so it might take a while, but here are some Marlene sketches I did: 🥹

might turn this into an unreleased sirius black’s song for my marauders band au.

i just love this song, this band and actually this whole era of argentinian rock tbh.

“i’m not used to my first day without you,

because i still say we when i think of you.

when the summer ended, everything seemed fine,

now i think of all the things we said unknowingly.

because soon you would leave with no explanation,

maybe it seems easy to you for me to bear this pain (for me to bear your pain).

you forgot some things in your swift departure,

and now they’re like treasures i keep for myself.

[…]

because this is my first day without seeing you

and the room feels gigantic,

i feel so small if you’re not here,

i can’t understand it.”

honestly my translation it’s kinda crap and i really don’t know if im too lazy to do it justice lol or if i love too much the spanish wording for this fuckin anthem of heartbreak.

marlene and sirius fucking in the quidditch changing rooms, both covered in dirt, wet from rain, smiling like grass, and trying to keep each other quiet

The Blacks are of a different make, they endure imprisonment, grief and horrible separations but remain strong. They are not just spoiled nobles, they are much more.

day 15 - if you even need to think twice - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

marlene was resting over his chest, completely naked except for the sheet with which sirius have covered them both.

he was mindlessly tracing figures with his fingers on her back, mesmerised by the sight of her: cheeks flushed, eyes shining, hair completely tousled as if she just landed on the pitch after flying around on her broom.

sirius knew marlene wasn’t into quidditch for the sport, but for the adrenaline, same as him.

“i think i’m falling in love with you” he whispered, only realizing he said it at loud once he felt marlene tense up on top of him.

he meant it, though.

“i love you” he repeated, louder this time.

marlene got to her knees, wrapping the sheet around her torso, covering herself.

sirius propped himself up on his forearms, looking at her.

“i… wasn’t expecting that” she finally admitted, mouth hang half open, genuine shock in her eyes.

sirius waited, his heart suddenly clenched behind his ribs.

several seconds passed before marlene dared speak again.

“i’m trying to think of the right thing to say here.”

he swallowed hard, trying to hide the fact that just then, marlene had hurt him.

he wouldn’t show it, though.

“if you have to think about it then i guess the answer is pretty obvious. i just wish i hadn’t wasted my time” he blurted out, finally siting himself properly, feet on the carpet on the opposite side of the bed.

“that’s not fair.”

there was a tinge of hurt in marlene’s voice, but that, sirius thought, wasn’t fair. not to him, not after what he just admitted.

“no fair?” he questioned, rising his voice slightly. “what’s fair about the fact that you’d rather believe those stupid rumors going around instead of me? you know who are the girls that say all that shit? the ones i’ve never given the time of day. they’re the ones who need to convince themselves that i’m some sort of ruthless casanova.”

“you say that as if you’re this sort open book, like i have to had you all figured it out by now” she replied, her voice even know.

“like you’re much better!.” he finally turned to watch her. “you’re the one who wanted to keep this under wraps, remember?!” he shouted, pointing at the general direction of the castle with his arm.

marlene was taken aback.

“you’d think the way i treated would clear things up for you. but maybe you weren’t paying attention, what with all the boys you’ve been talking to lately.” it was a low blow, but he didn’t care.

“fuck you, black!” marlene shouted, getting to her feet and rapidly putting on her clothes on.

“right back at you, mckinnon!” he fired back just as she had slammed the door of his room behind her.

seconds later, james came into the room looking bewildered.

“what was that?” he asked while taking in the scene he just entered in.

“nothing that matters” sirius answered, getting to his feet and passing james on his way to the bathroom.

Eventually, Peter just got... so... sick ... and ... tired... ...of Sirius coming over to show him every single new modification to the motorbike.

Narcissa stands out as one of the most attractive women to me. I love her quiet strength so much. Sharp and refined features, I don't care if she's the blonde and icy blue eyes cliche, it's her aristocrat beauty. She has a calm, steady gaze, one that would never beg for attention but commands it all the same. Also I love how she holds herself, she is elegant without trying to be, her posture is straight, her movements smooth, even under pressure she doesn't fall apart. She chooses her actions with precision, especially in moments that matter most, and her decision to protect her son at all costs gives her a kind of strength that adds to her appeal. It shows she is more than looks. I might be just mindlessly saying, but Narcissa's entire beauty and actions lies in her restraint. She doesn't seek the spotlight but she leaves an impression. She's cold and composed, sometimes ignored, cast aside, but internally she's raw fire, her loyalty, her love towards what truly matters and her choices. She's one of the most compelling women in the story

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nobody warns you that as a writer your characters will start arguing in your head at 3 a.m