Lily: Sirius has a point. Sirius: Who asked you?! Sirius: Wait- I mean... What she said!
The Black Sisters
pre Andromeda's disowning.
(first time drawing andy, yaaay)
“i’m kinda crazy cause that’s how you make me,
i don’t need jesus cause baby you saved me, i’m done,
but only if it’s with you.”
it hits me right in the angst cause i know he couldn’t save her and they never made it.
this whole song it’s giving me so much vibes of what i envision for marlene and sirius in my marauders band au i’m dying.
just imagine marlene being discovered as a model at age fifteen, having lived all over the world on her own at such a young age, sharing places with other models as young as her while the older ones teach them all about alcohol and drugs and other vices of the industry.
her meeting/reconnecting (not quite sure yet) with sirius black, a year older than him, who has a band that is fairly known in his town.
marlene having all the right connections.
falling harder and harder with this boy. this boy who’s life might just happened to align with hers.
them working hard so they could one day reach a happy ending that never came.
just rambling at this point but ughhh this song it’s doing it for me.
sometimes i judge my friends for sharing so much shit on their ig stories while they working, but then again here i am writing/reading stuff about fictional characters who, if they existed, would still be dead
to each his own 🤷🏼♀️
i want to write a little story of the women of family black, like sort of portraits of them.
first chapter following walburga from her last years at hogwarts up until sirius’s birth.
second chapter following bellatrix since the moment she met baby sirius until his selection into gryffindor or maybe her decision to marry into the lestrange family.
third chapter following andromeda from sirius’s selection til she ran away with ted.
fourth one following narcissa from the moment andromeda left til she found out she was pregnant with draco.
that’s what i’m thinking so far, but i would love to read some fics centered around the black family or, at least, the black sisters, so if you have any recommendations pls let me know! 🙏🏻
this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.
(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)
i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.
It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:
The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree.
There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.
Marlene.
Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.
After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.
Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn.
Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs.
It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead.
While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.
A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her.
“It’s you!” she let out a breath.
Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”
“Wait–”
Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”
“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.
Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”
“Of co–”
“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned.
Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?”
Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."
“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet.
“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked.
Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”
“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden.
Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”
nobody warns you that as a writer your characters will start arguing in your head at 3 a.m
there's one thing hotter than Sirius black and it's Sirius black getting tortured with intensity the average person would go insane from but he stays uncomfortably coherent.
please torture Sirius black. I'm begging you guys.
i’m afraid those of us who like blackinnon have been cursed too
He and Uncle Padfoot were inseparable.
when ppl say James is oblivious to someone flirting but I know him for the cocky shit he is who thinks everyone is flirting with him.
late millennial. multishipper reader. exclusively blackinnon writer (atm). sp/en.
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