Also I Doubt Remus Would’ve Said He Got All The Women If He Knew Sirius Left Them Hanging, Why Mentioning

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

—please don’t do this to me, caradoc.

caradoc dearborn was the youngest choreographer in the academy and, as such, desliked being called by any other name than his own.

—for the hundred time, marlene, i didn’t do this to you.

—but i can’t keep dancing with him, he’s unreliable.

—has he drop you?

—no.

—has he shaken when lifting you up?

—no.

—have you been feeling at risk?

—no.

—then i don’t see the issue.

—you know what the issue is. you know him. i can’t relax when i dance with him. he rarely shows up and when he does he’s always late. he never listen or pay attention. we’ll never improve. i’ll never improve with him.

—look, you either learn to work him and value the opportunity or we find you someone on a lower class and you get stuck behind all your peers. your choice.

—that’s not a choice, that’s mostly an ultimatum. either him or stop dancing altogether.

marlene had been complaining to caradoc ever since the first day she was asked to dance with sirius, but she couldn’t stop.

—just be glad you have a choice, mckitten.

marlene tensed up and turned her head abruptly at the sight of sirius.

—don’t call me that.

—hey, i didn’t come up with it.

it was true. marlene had made the mistake of hooking up with a upper classmate last year who then went and told all the boys what had happened between them. before he graduated. the nickname, unfortunately, stuck.

—look, i don’t care what either of you do. dance together or find new people, i couldn’t care less. whatever you choose to do, just make sure your on time for my next class. i’m talking to you, black.

sirius saluted him before caradoc went out the studio.

marlene left in a huff seconds later.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4

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: 🥹

Ｐａｄｆｏｏｔ

bellatrix black (the angel of death)

Baby, I'm a sociopath Sweet serial killer On the warpath Cause I love you just a little too much

andromeda black (the girl who got away)

She's got, she's got a way She's got a way, she's got a way She got, she got away She got away, she got away

narcissa black (the last hope)

The winner takes it all The loser's standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny

okay, hear me out…

a story written in interview format where famous rock band ‘marauders’ explain once and for all why they broke up back in 1981 following the dead of, according to the media at the time, a random groupie.

james, remus and peter have all lost contact with lead singer sirius black.

where is he now?

is he still alive?

and who was the groupie and why did it matter so much as to mark the end of such a promising band?

marlene mckinnon’s name will haunt the narrative much as she did when she was alive.

(i blame daisy jones and the six for this and damiano david cover of ‘ella baila sola’ cause don’t tell that isn’t sirius singing about marlene)

“Bien à vous, Toujours” 🌟

Oil paint on canvas, 24”x24”

This one was a long time coming. 💫✨

For Sirci

Life Lines ⭐️

Based on a headcannon I saw a while ago on tt, which was based on a post made on tumblr but i haven’t been able to find the original post, so if anyone knows, pls lmk!

Andromeda Black

i'm lowkey proud of this one :) especially the tear cause omfg

(yes the off-centre is bugging me too)

lineart & more versions under the cut!

situationships for grown ass adults 100% toxic behavior, get your shit together people.

situationships for teenagers kinda expected to be honest. most of the time we learn by making mistakes and hurting other people, whether we meant to or not.

The most hardcore thing that Harry James Potter ever did was not, contrary to popular belief, the “there’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor” incident, but instead was either the time that he

a) laid into one of the people he respected most in the world (and the only authority figure in his life offering him help in one of the most desperate situations he’d ever been in) for leaving his pregnant wife, going “man, you’re inhibited by your own self-loathing and fear? That’s rough. That really sucks. But you know what trumps that? RESPONSIBILITY. You brought a child into the world. You’re a father now. You’re scared? Walk it off. Walk it off AAAAAALLLL THE WAY BACK HOME. And say hi to Tonks for me.”

or

b) he willingly let himself be murdered, came back from the dead, walked back onto the battlefield, stared his own killer dead in the eyes completely unimpressed and called him “Tom”