MalusMagpie

Ok soooo… I drew this “commission” ( I do not charge for my art) for @malusmagpie as Sirius black in their fav fanart by the incredible artist likeafuneral on x. I just wanted to thank Sher for being an amazing human being and letting me practice for them 🫶🏻 I never thought I’d really post art online because I used to do a lot of traditional art when I was younger however I’ve taken a break from it completely for a few years and have just recently started to do digital art because it’s always been a dream of mine, and it has been quite the learning curve, im still not super great and have a lot of work to do but I learned a lot from this pice and I’m sum what happy with it! Again full credit to the original artist and a big thank you to my fav drama queen sher

there is no ethical level of censorship because when these spaces get taken down for the "immoral subjects"? you will come down with those. when ff.net got scrubbed clean it wasn't just cest fics and proship content etc etc, it was unrelated works because there is no standard of immorality. not here. we lost tens of thousands of works because of puritanical arguments and discussions about morality, and it wasn't just the ones you're debating about.

there is no ethical level of censorship and as long as these works are tagged correctly? you cannot get mad about their existence. you can disagree! you can say you personally do not engage with them, but you Cannot say "ship and let ship until it's -" because that is not how it works.

and i'm not perfect! when i first joined online fandom spaces i was very much like "if you have to change the ages then it's disgusting" "they're related" etc etc and whilst i still don't tend to engage with those themes? we cannot be censoring them either. not without losing these spaces.

it starts with you disagreeing with these things, and it ends with queer media as a whole because there is No Ethical Censorship.

this is less a discussion about fandom etiquette, and more a discussion of Having Fandom Spaces. i beggeth you, don't be part of helping what happened to ff.net happen again 😖

don't like, don't read - including "illegal" and "immoral" things. if they're tagged correctly, you can avoid them.

we also, less of a fandom note and more just a general media note, need to explore these things. yes, there are 100% times where these things get glorified. but on a general basis? we need to explore immoral things in media. we need to explore things to understand them - i'm thinking here about well-known books like the handmaid's tale getting banned because it's Important and it Explains what's going on right now. i'm thinking about morally grey characters/historical figures and how we need to be able to look at their motivations/backstory/etc not necessarily for justification, but for understanding and prevention. even in real life cases, they look at the backstory of the individual because that is how we form and improve preventative techniques and resources.

there is no ethical level of censorship and i've been there, i know it feels good to be like "this is illegal this is bad", you feel like you're doing some good in the world but you're actually causing harm unknowingly to These Spaces.

it is 2025, we do Not need proshipper discourse right now. arguably the worst time for people to be debating what's immoral to read/write about. all censorship ends up as mass censorship, and i really need yall to understand that

594 words || cw: needles - for ear piercing :)

Sat upon the bathroom counter, Barty carefully arranges his supplies. 

“Ready?” He asks, a wild grin playing on his lips as he looks up to meet Evan’s eye.

“Ready,” Evan confirms and steps into the space between Barty’s legs. 

Barty cups Evan’s jaw and tilts his head before lifting the delicate needle to his ear.

“Now hold still,” Barty directs, drawing his legs together to frame Evan’s hips. Evan can feel his pulse quicken. He just can’t tell if it’s from the needle hovering an inch from his face or the pressure of Barty’s thighs pinning him in place.

wanted to make my first post on tumblr a little snippet of a marlily short fic i'm writing, so here it is! For context, Lily just gave birth to Harry and everyone is meeting him for the first time (also Regulus defeated voldy by destroying all the horcruxes):

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“He has your eyes,” Remus hummed, gazing down in wonder as Harry reached out and grabbed his pointer finger. Lily nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent. She leaned back against the pillow, letting herself relax for the first time since her seventeen hour labor had started. James sensed her adjusting, so he sprung up from his chair next to Regulus, who still looked like he might throw up at any second. 

“Do you need something? Water?” James offered the cup of watered-down ice chips. Lily shook her head, her eyes locking onto Regulus. She beckoned him over with a nod, and his eyes grew wide as he pointed to himself. 

“Yes, you. Get over here, Black.”

He stood next to her shoulder, peering down at Harry, his expression curious. “He’s beautiful, Lily.”

It was the first time she’s ever heard him say her first name. “He is, isn’t he?” She grinned, adjusting Harry in her arms. “Do you want to hold him?”

Regulus stuttered, looking at Sirius, then Remus across the room. They simply shrugged with twinning small smiles. 

“You saved him, Regulus," Lily pressed, forcing the younger Black to meet her eyes. They were glassy in a way she’d never seen before. “You saved all of us.”

“I had help,” he muttered, but the resistance was futile the longer he stared into Harry’s big green eyes. Because, really, who could say no to a baby as cute as this? 

Lily collapsed the side rail on the bed, patting the space next to her. Regulus sat, gingerly, eyes flitting toward James. Lily looked, too – and for the first time in years, she saw James Potter. She saw the love clearly painted on his face, the crooked, real smile that was only pointed at Regulus. She was surprised she didn’t feel jealous, given the way he was looking at Regulus holding their child as if he hung the moon and the stars themselves. He never looked at her like that – well, she supposed she never looked at him like that, either. 

“Support his head, just right there,” Lily murmured, adjusting Regulus’ strong, yet soft grip on her child. Regulus cradled him to his chest, unconsciously rocking back and forth.