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I did the album art for my friend @Kimlymusic 's new single, "Shake"! 

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Comm for @RainbowSparkle91 Something for @Anna_Kimly u♥u lookie at the coot sketches!

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and guess what the fuck i did? that’s right, i wrote a 600-word drabble about it and i even gave it a title

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“Moony look!” Sirius laughed and held up the package. Remus stared at it, his eyes narrowed. He lasted solid ten seconds before he doubled over with laughter.

“What… What the…” he gasped, clutching his stomach. “What the fuck is that?”

“Pre cracked egg,” Sirius grinned. “I want it,”

Remus straightened up, still gasping for air and chuckling. Tears of mirth were streaming down his face. “You’ll probably die if you eat that,”

“Nooo,” Sirius put the package in their basket. “It’ll be fine,”

Remus looked down at the package, or the pre-cracked egg, as it advertised, and almost exploded with laughter again. It was stupid, so utterly stupid. Everything about it was so stupid. From the fact that it was an egg in a fucking plastic container, to the “Fimally!” at the bottom, to the hand hovering in the middle. He loved it. Despite the fact that eggs have literal shells that don’t require lots of packaging, Remus fucking loved it.

“D’you think I can boil it?” Sirius asked as they began walking down the aisle again, looking for actually useful products. “Or do you reckon that I need fry it?”

“I don’t think that you should eat it at all,” Remus said, still suppressing yet another fit of laughter.

“Maybe I should scramble it?” Sirius mumbled, mostly to himself, as he put two cartons of milk in their basket. “D’you want anything, love?”

“I want you to not eat that egg,” Remus said as he grabbed a carton of orange juice as well.

“It’s happening whether you want it to or not, Re,”

“You’re insufferable,” Remus shook his head.

-

Remus genuinely considered throwing the egg in the trash as he unpacked the groceries, but Sirius was faster than him and had already put the frying pan on the stovetop.

“Scrambled or sunny side?” Sirius asked. “Wait don’t bother with answering that, I’m not wasting olive oil on this,”

“Glad you have some sense at least,” Remus grumbled. Sirius laughed and plopped some butter into the pan. He struggled with opening the package for a good five minutes, then the actual plastic for another two.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Sirius muttered as he finally managed to get the egg into a bowl. “There’s no eggshell, though. That’s a plus,”

Remus laughed and sat down by the kitchen table. He watched as Sirius tried his best to make the egg into something good.

“Do we have chives?” Sirius asked and peered over to their window, where pots of different herbs stood. “I think I can make this okay with chives,”

“I literally don’t know how chives look, Pads,” Remus replied. Sirius snorted and shook his head.

“I’m not gonna waste anything but butter, salt and pepper on this,” he said and pulled out a plate from the cupboard. Sirius put the scrambled eggs on the plate and cracked some pepper on it. “Do you want to try it with me?”

“Absolutely not,”

Sirius grabbed a fork and sat down opposite of Remus, he placed the plate on front of him and took a deep breath. “Take me to the emergency room if I almost die? And tell Lily that I love her more than James,”

He put some egg on the fork and slowly brought it to his mouth. He took yet another deep breath, then put the fork in his mouth. He chewed slowly, then pulled a face and spat it back out on his plate.

“Ugh, it tastes like plastic!” Sirius groaned. Remus threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my fucking god, that was disgusting. Revolting, even!”

“I don’t know what you expected from a pre cracked egg, Pads,”

i only joined tumblr three months ago, and when i first joined i never thought anyone would want to be anywhere near me. but like,, now i'm a part of three ships?? people message me?? i get asks?? i get notes?? i get to call people from different countries my friends?? i get to fangirl over people and not be judged?? like this is all crazy to me. thank y'all for being so welcoming.

One of my best friends asked me to do some album art for her!  This is the cover for her brand new song "Shake", which you can enjoy listening to in this video!   

have a short (and not very good) drabble mates

this is set in their second year by the way so just keep that in mind okay great

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The door to the dormitory swung open and slammed against the wall with a loud thunk. Both James and Remus startled from their place at Remus’ bed and looked up from Remus’ worn Potions book. They were greeted by a grinning Sirius, who was holding a tabby grey cat against his chest.

“Look what I found!” Sirius said and lifted the cat up a little higher to show it off.

“You stole a cat?” Remus asked. Sirius huffed.

“I didn’t steal her, she was just roaming the corridors,” Sirius replied. “I reckoned that if she belonged to someone, she wouldn’t have come with me so willingly,”

“You do realize that like thirty percent of the student body owns a cat, right?” Remus said. “It could be a first year’s cat, and you just stole it,”

Sirius sat down on on the foot of Remus’ bed, still holding the cat. She jumped out of Sirius’ grasp and sat down next to him instead, looking curiously around the room..

“I didn’t steal her!” Sirius argued. “She followed me!”

Remus sighed and returned to his Potions book. James inspected her, slightly suspicious. No normal animal would willingly follow Sirius around their dormitory, not unless they wished to be hit with a stray jinx or get caught up in a mock wrestling match. Perhaps it wasn’t a normal cat, he thought, she did have rather peculiar markings around her eyes. He shook his head to clear his head from the thought. Everything didn’t have to be peculiar just because he went to magic school.

“She is rather cute,” James said, then jokingly added, “Can I have her?”

“You cannot have her, she’s mine,” Sirius protested.

“She’s not yours, though,” Remus said, not looking up from his textbook. “She probably belongs to some Hufflepuff. And you stole her,”

“Merlin,” Sirius groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I did not steal her,”

James cleared his throat, “Enough. Sirius, did you get our firecrackers back?”

Sirius peaked up at that, his trademark grin back in place. He fumbled around in his robes and dropped a handful of firecrackers in front of the cat.

The cat looked up at Sirius, looking almost… Disapproving. Could a cat really look disapproved?

“Great!” James exclaimed. “Let’s plan this prank!”

-

Making Professor McGonagall smile was, according to most students, impossible.

But as she walked back to her office, she couldn’t help the slight tugging at the corners of her mouth.