Sirius Is Either Really Confident/very Good At Pretending/or Doesn’t Care Enough For Other People’s

I’ve had such bad art block recently so idk how I created this but we’re here so yay

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

casual reminder that he had to bury all of his friends

alternatively...

sirius: you know the man i told you about, the one i was in love with? marlene: yes. he died. sirius: he’s james. marlene: as in potter? no. he’s alive, sirius. that can’t be. sirius: marls… marlene: what are you talking about? sirius: you really don’t know, do you? marlene: what don’t i know? sirius: … marlene: sirius? sirius: i could help you. you could see again. you could live. you don’t have to go through with this marlene: you’re not making any sense, how can you help me do any of those things? you’re not god sirius: no. i’m definitely not god

(yes i saved james)

@skelteroid just saying:

Marlene: Because he was a vampire. You did that to him. Did you even ask permission?

Sirius: I was in love with him. I wanted him to be with me forever.

Marlene: And is that what you have planned for me?

Sirius: Of course not, Marlene. I'm not in love with you.

plot twist: he falls in love and turns her when she is about to die

actualizado, AL FIN!

(casi 19hrs después de medianoche sigue siendo después de medianoche, yo no inventé las reglas)

el siguiente capítulo de "a través de los años" está en proceso, pero advierto que mi cerebro está a baja capacidad y es más probable que actualice pasada la medianoche.

Walburga Black 1974.

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.

day 6 - music festival (muggle au) - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

Sirius presented her with a pair of rubber boots.

“What are those?” She asked.

“The perfect footwear for rainy days and skipping puddles.”

“It isn’t raining.”

“But it will be where we are going. Come now, put them on.”

“You’re joking, right? They’re hideous” she protested.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with where we are going?”

“If I worried for every little thing you planned for, we would never go anywhere. But must I get there with such ugly little things?”

There was nothing little about the boots. They were tall and yellow and screaming loudly at her to not try them on.

“Fine. You can have mine.” Sirius sighed.

Sirius produced a pair of black ones and Marlene knew all along he bought them in her size right from the beginning.

Later on at night, after driving all the way to the music festival and spending all day dancing and screaming at the top of their lungs for their favorite bands and songs, Marlene and Sirius found their way to their camp site.

They stumbled ungracefully into their tent, laughing loudly, half drunk and half deaf from all the music still banging in their ears.

Marlene lifted her legs up in the air, her black boots covered in mud now.

“Best fucking gift ever”

“What about the festival tickets?”

“Oh yeah, that too” Marlene laughed, slapping Sirius slightly in his chest and propping herself up to kiss him on the lips.

sleepless nights but a beautiful sunrise

i’ve been consuming too much ballet series/films/videos to the point i’m like crap, i need to write the whole thing know.

specially when i come across moments where i think that’s so blackinnon/marlene/sirius coded 🫠