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Thank you so much to Mel for giving us an amazing interview and some bonus art! Now check out her recs for both fics and art!

Fic Recs by @mlim8

So cheating a bit here, but I’m first gonna list a few of the fics that brought me back to drawing - I ended up drawing fanfic comics for a scene from each of these fics since they were all so darn good.

Solnste by @lumosinlove

I’ve gushed about this fic a lot. The whole thing is a roller coaster of emotions, misunderstandings, revelations and love. Haz’s work is addictive as usual and a joy to read from beginning to end. Chapter 6’s reveal destroyed me so much I needed to draw it.

Now I Wanna be your Dog by @prettyremus

It’s so fun to read the Marauders just being kids and enjoying their time with their friends, seeing them freak out about crushes and worrying about exams and getting jealous, while also being in a Magic setting. One of the first fics that I came across that gave me all of that was this fic. I adored it so much - from them wandering around town, trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements, playing music, stealing glances at one another - there’s just so much going on, I was in love. The second chapter with the Marauders just walking around town, gathering records and watching Sirius just fall more and more in love with Remus with the smallest actions he does? Needed to draw it.

Sweet Nuthin’ by @kattlupin

As I mentioned before, I’m a sucker for childhood friend tropes. I love watching them look at each other as kids and feel something there but not being able to name it. There’s so much childhood innocence, unconditional love and friendship that was so well portrayed in this fic and it was PURE FLUFF AND HAPPINESS. The creativity with the book of music was so much fun and a smart way for them to keep in touch… It was so lovely that I drew that scene lol

These fics caught my eye after I was in the fandom for a few more months and because of how wonderful they were, I knew I wanted to draw something from them some day.

Signs of Affection by @kittycargo

I’ve never read a fic that’s been so visual in my head the way Signs of Affection is. The image of Remus spelling his name out, letter for letter, while Sirius just gets more and more smitten was so beautifully written and it was such a fun journey to go on with Sirius and Remus! It was a fun peek into what learning ASL is like and the plethora of people you meet along the way.

The Crooked Age by @aryastark-valarmorghulis

Oh boy. When it comes to Arya’s fics, I can always count on them transporting me to a world of mystery, longing and humility. You see these boys live their lives, not as main characters of dramatic, heroic stories, but just everyday life. Fully fleshed out people who are getting by, day by day, and yes, fall in love with each other, too. The Crooked Age was just super intriguing and the CONFESSION/REVEAL SCENE?? *chef’s kiss*

Art Recs by @mlim8

Cheating (a lot) again and going to list 6 pieces of art and 5 comics - there’s just a lot of talented artists in the fandom with such different styles that I really love and am in awe of for their ideas and creativity ;w; This is barely scraping the surface of the bottomless pit that is the fandom’s artistic talent!!

Pieces:

In the Park by @yumenouveau

This is one of the first art pieces I came across on tumblr when I fell back into the fandom and I was completely in love. The beautiful watercolour style, their expressions, the tender touches. ALSO YUME’S JUST REALLY FRIGGING TALENTED WHEN IT COMES TO DRAWING HANDS, IT’S AMAZING.

Goodnight by @kitminti

It’s so sweet, gentle and dreamlike. It’s that innocence from their youths and vulnerability from being half asleep all tied up together with the fluffy pillow clouds. I’m in love.

the 1 by @whipbogard

Whippy’s art always kills me - this one, with the inspiration being SUCH A SAD TAYLOR SWIFT SONG, WHIPPY, WHAT THE HELL, is no exception. What a loving and happy time before the War.

But they have each other, and this is enough. by @rrremusly

I always love when the stars and moon come into effect with Wolfstar art. There’s something just so aesthetic about two characters facing each other in this way, AND WITH THEIR ANIMAL FORMS OVER THEIR FACES?? The visual is so powerful.

The stars and the moon by @thematicallycoherent

A sucker for the stars and moon, I told you. And mix in the colours??? The clouds, their faces, the night skies, it’s all a perfect combination for the two of them.

Kisses by @xxxcasey

This is so passionate and beautiful. Casey’s work always has strong lines and beautiful use of lighting - I’m amazing at the myriad of perfect poses you have these two in and how loving each post is.

Comics:

Love like you by @lyuvanoo

Vano’s art is so soft and beautiful. Their way of drawing Remus actually was what inspired me to go forth and draw fluffier hair on my Remus lmao - This song is beautiful and a perfect one for the two of them, I love how much effort and love went into this comic. The end with the fireflies? Kill me now.

After that night by @alessiajontrunfio

Alessia’s work needs no introduction. Her comics are so vibrant and full of character and emotion. The colour, the close-ups, the angles and layout of each comic are detailed to perfection and inspirational.

Marauders: Family by @ana-godis

The amount of detail that goes into each of Ana’s comic pages is insane. There’s so much background detail and it’s all coloured with shading, I’m always so impressed. Also I always love seeing how expressive characters’ faces are!

I got you, Moony by @lunorichi

I adore Luno’s art so much. Each character is so bright and beautiful with the most hopeful eyes and expressions. Luno’s use of light and colour always make me smile but also she’s really good at drawing crying faces lmao

Wingman Cat by @flaggermousseart

Flaggermousse’s comics are always going to take you on a journey. Sometimes, it’s a cute, happy comic like the one I linked above. Sometimes, it’s following canon and going to be heart-breaking and rip you apart with emotion and pain and loss. Also, having the characters’ blush being the only colour in entire pages sometimes is so cute, I love it :) I love blush!

Favourite Art by @mlim8

Sleeping Moony (+ficlet by @weird-fangirling-persona)

This one is just really pretty. I wanted to draw Remus sleeping, I wanted to draw fluffy hair and just some rough shading. Then, it just seemed right to have him open his eye and peek through his bangs and so… this was born. :3c Misa asked for a Sirius’ reaction followup in exchange for a ficlet and it was very worth it :D

The Wolf and Dog wander the streets (TW: blood and gun)

This artwork was just a LOT of fun. It’s so different from my usual chibi, happy style and I really wanted to portray this dark, sexy side that I think Wolfstar can exude. I followed a tutorial for how to draw blood and was really happy with the results! I also like suits and enjoy drawing male fashion with Remus as my guinea pig so -

Marauders Fanzine SFW Submission

I really love how this one came out!! It’s so bright and happy and I really hope I could convey how in love they are with one another and with who they themselves are. The flag around them was the most fun to colour :) It’s a symbol of comfort and pride for them and it’s all I could ever want for these two boys. Also, the fanzine was for a great cause, I’m happy to have been able to contribute to it!

Hugs for your Favourites

This one is an old one, but a goodie…!! I love seeing the Marauders doing ridiculous things together. THIS IS WHAT I WANT WHEN THEY SAY ‘BOYS WILL BE BOYS’ - clinging to each other like sloths while working their core muscles to ridiculous levels and tackling each other to the carpet just to laugh.

Dino!Wolfstar

Dino!Wolfstar is just… really, really fun. It’s bright and colourful and just stupidly adorable. :) I love how funny it is and even if not the BEST thing I’ve ever drawn, anatomically, it sure was fun to draw in the first place uwu

I'll start.

Notes: Okay angel, you have an official IOU from me for a one shot that’s total fluff!!! I love you!!!! Thank you to the gorgeous bitch that is Bethany for making this better than it ever could’ve been <3 <3 

A Reblog is worth a thousand Stars

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Things you said with the TV was muted  |  Send Me A Prompt

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Sirius’s never been much for silence. He was brought up in the heart of London in a household always filled to the brim with guests that his parents deemed worthy enough to intermingle with the ever so illustrious Black name, and then in Hogwarts there was always the chatter of other students or the mysterious sounds ringing from the forbidden forest. Sirius’s always needed that extra layer, that muffled background noise to help ground himself, to help not get lost in his own thoughts of inadequacy or regrets over his vast array of stupid decisions that he’d make in a thoughtless spur of passion. 

If he’s really forced to think about it, the only time Sirius’s ever been comfortable blanketed in quiet was during the few times he spent his school hols in the Welsh countryside. But Sirius tries not to, think about that he means. Because then he’s back in bed, curved against Remus, one of his arms stuck underneath him while the other traced elaborate designs against his sun dappled skin. And it’s hard to reminisce on those sorts of memories, the ones that remind him about burnt toast mornings in their Camden flat and the taste of blackberries on Remus’s lips and the way they had always found solace in folding into one another after a long day out on patrols or raids of a Death Eater hideout. Well, found solace until they had suddenly, abruptly not. Before Remus had begun spending his full moons away, out on covert missions given by Dumbledore and never repeated about to Sirius. Before a thick, uncomfortable tension had clogged between them on the breakfast table that they used to stretch across to interlace their hands with one another’s. Before secrets infested every nook and crevice of their relationship, burrowing through it like deadly, invasive pests— rotting away at the one thing Sirius held with reverence and an aching sort of love that he’s only ever felt towards Remus. 

The night Remus left was only surprising in how long it took their bending to turn to a break that couldn’t stitch back up with heady kisses, and ardent declarations and tender caresses that always were that bit lighter for how afraid they’ve always been to hurt the other. It was early June and it was like every ounce of Sirius was being rinsed of resolve, like the moonlight itself  was bleeding out with the desperation and yearning and pain painted so evidently on each of their faces and what measured their movements when in relation with the other. It was in the midst of an argument, because of course it was— because that had become their only form of communication in those final fleeting weeks in-between the fucking and the cautious glances volleyed around like they were back in sixth year and first beginning to tend this tentative, little flame between them, a flame that became a supernova that swallowed Sirius whole without his permission. Remus had made a crack about Sirius needing to get him a leash if he was so convinced that he wasn’t being forthcoming about his whereabouts, and Sirius had snapped back saying that at this point he wished Remus was actually just sneaking around to shag Dearborn, and then Remus had just slumped over, lying against the wall as if it was the only thing keeping him up anymore.

He had circles as dark as the velvet night sky beneath his bright eyes, and he had such a rigid sort of posture once finally standing back up that it makes Sirius wince even remembering it, and just looking at him in such a state felt like the deepest betrayal. All Sirius knew, all he’s ever known and all he will know for the rest of his days is that he never wants to be the one to make Remus look that defeated or exhausted or just plain sad ever again. Remus had packed his few belongings in the old luggage he’s had since first year in a matter of minutes, and marched out the door without ever looking back, and Sirius hadn’t seen him until after the dust had finally settled in the wake of the end of the war. Remus is the one thing Sirius has always known he never deserved, and now— six weeks removed from the defeat of Voldemort by the hands of a still recuperating Dumbledore, Sirius knows that truth is as inherent as ever.

It was Lily who stayed up with Sirius on nights he couldn’t go back to bed in fear of being met with Remus in his dreams— her missing him in a different but just as painful way. It was Lily who told Sirius about the borderline sadistic recruitment efforts Dumbledore had Remus operating— making him relive his worst nightmare every full moon with the man who had turned him when he was no more than four years old. And it was Lily who called him and James a pair of “bloody prats,” because she had never doubted Remus for even a moment. So it only made sense when it was Lily who tipped her chin in that imperious way of hers two weeks before, and proclaimed that they’d be having a Christmas together as a family. Which meant that Sirius has just spent the last three— Merlin forsaken—  days awkwardly avoiding Remus in the most stilted and uncomfortable manners every time they ran into one another in the Potter cottage, and it meant that Frank, Alice and Neville took one of the guest rooms, while Sirius readily offered the only other one to Remus, and now he’s slumped downstairs, staring at the strange Muggle box that Lily had bought and what James, Sirius, and— and well the rat, had spent an entire afternoon toying around with— pure blooded to the core. Lily and Remus had only left them to it while going off for tea and scones at the cafe down the way, laughing at them all the while.

God does Sirius wish that golden splendor had never faded.

At the moment, the Muggle box is playing a barrage of clips of an incredibly pretty lady, one with dark hair and violet eyes. She looks like she could be a Black, honestly— it’s disarming. He’s sure he’s seen her before.  Sirius furrows his brows that bit more, surprised just how familiar she actually looks, and is shaken when he hears a soft, rasp of a voice— the most resplendent voice he’s ever heard— speaking from behind him. “Liz Taylor.”

Sirius turns around, frantic, as he takes in the sight of him, up close after so long, and Sirius stares, wide eyed and greedy, like he always is when around Remus. “Pardon?”

I AM ALSO A SUCKER FOR GALA FICS!

Basically I was listening to "Ballroom Blitz" one day and decided it was very batfam xD

Have a peek!

"You are ready, young master."

"I'm twenty-two, Alf. Isn't there etiquette governing when you start calling boys whom grow up 'sir'?"

Alfred collects the brush off the nightstand and looks Jason in the eyes. "You will always be my young master." He gives a nod then and excuses himself from the room, leaving Jason alone to stare in the mirror at the fresh pressed tux of the finest cloth he dons.

Jason Todd is dressed from battle.

Also, I feel it's important to note that the summary for this fic is absolutely "Dick Grayson could kill you with a wink of an eye."