Okay So I Looked Into It And Supposedly She And Walburga Were Born The Same Year, Meaning They Could’ve

rot like a saint

I am traveling and 9 hours in a train is a lot of time to do silly sketches ( by the way super hard cause it moves like a lot ) I also tried to do regulus but got dizzy mid way.

I also read a fic of William turner X Jack sparrow that was too hot for reading it in public, took a nap, watched two house episodes and crocheted a few rows from my tapestry.

Super cool that I saw 🐄 and 🐑 also super epic running horses.

why does no one talk abt sirius and bellatrix being in azkaban at the same time. like i know damn well those two had some INSANE conversations

Band on a run!

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

having sirius not liking lucius malfoy after this is just too funny to me.

i hc walburga disliking the malfoys. the only other family that is socially considered their equals. but she knows how they managed to establish themselves in wizarding society, particularly in regards to money and properties, doing business with dirty muggles.

it wasn’t arranged but there was an understanding that the two families would be brought closer in the form of an union between walburga and abraxas, but she’d rather died before letting that happens.

she does everything in her power to let abraxas know exactly how she feels about him.

in the end, when the blacks and the malfoys finally merged, she felt that narcissa got handed the short end of the stick.

Second chapter is up here.

STRANGERS - MINI FIC (Blackinnon)

Summary Marlene is a woman on a mission: to completely forget that Sirius Black ever touched her body (and her heart).

Read english version here y español aquí.

This is the original idea if you're interested.

(Honestly is @siriuslyablack fault that I decided to post this mini-fic.)

Putting @blvnk-art new mum and dad pics side by side so my little heart can tear straight out of my chest.

Going back to old writing is either just like:

1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”

2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”