book of instruction

passionghost  asked:

Hey there, big fan of your work! You're incredibly skilled. I'm curious if you'd share how you learned to make your figures so dynamic and fluid. Is it from observing and studying other artists, do you do certain drawing exercises? Are there any instructional books/tutorials you'd recommend on the subject or in general? Thanks so much!

Thank you! I’ve done a combination of both. I already gave out some figure drawing resources on this post, though those focus on studies from actual models. I also closely look at the way my favourite artists do stuff and try to learn the best of each of them. Heres a short list of a few i think are great at it:

along with hirame and hyocorou!

no-instruction-book  asked:

1/1Hola, eres española ¿verdad? Yo soy una de las que tiene que pasar las páginas por el traductor para entender todo lo que se dice por estos universos jajajaja. Sólo apoyarte en tus pensamientos, no eres la única y, por lo que estoy leyendo en los comentarios, bastantes piensan igual: Se ha manipulado una imagen para mostrar cuan equivocados estamos. Son dos chicos diferentes y, si se comparan las fotos, estará más que demostrado...

1/1 Hi, you are spanish right? I’m one of those that need to translate to understand what’s going on in these universes hahaha. I agree, you are not alone and by what I am reading more people think so: the image has been manipulated to prove we are all wrong. It’s two different guys, if you compare the pictures it’s very obvious…

Siii! como lo has sabido? Por el acento??!! Me cachis, tengo que practicar más!! jaja Vaya lata con lo de la traducción, pero al menos te sirve para manejarte aqui y enterarte del cotarro. A que es super raro todo? Teniendo en cuenta lo que ha pasado ya desde el desfile, que lo publiquen justo ahora, y el tio que parezca otro dependiendo de donde mires…es todo muy sospechoso.

Yesss! How did you know? was it my accent??! Damn it, I need to practise LOL What a pain all the translating thing, but as long as you manage to find out what’s going on it’s good. It is all very weird right? Taking into account it’s been two months since the show took place, that the guy looks like a different one depending on where you look at him…it’s all very suspicious. 


Steve Huston is one of the best artists and teachers of our time. His advice has been helping me figure out how I should approach making art and why I create art in the first place. 

In this interview, Steve Huston talks about how to grow as an artist, how to develop a unique style, how to find what calls to you, and much more. It’s a mighty 106 minute conversation filled with golden nuggets. Don’t miss this one.

Steve recently published an instructional book on figure drawing. I think it’s a must have for every artist learning how to draw: Figure Drawing for Artists: Making Every Mark Count


01:44:44 - Where can we get your book?

00:00:33 - Steve’s new book

00:00:45 - Going to Art Center*

00:01:21 - Drawing Comics as a Kid

00:02:15 - Illustrating after art school

00:03:36 - Teaching at Art Center*

00:04:21 - Taking over the classes of famous teachers

00:06:28 - Learning paint and color

00:09:00 - How did you learn color?

00:13:28 - Finding your style

00:14:34 - Working after Art Center

00:15:44 - Becoming a better artist

00:19:49 - Growing as an artist through teaching

00:21:20 - Making a finished art piece

00:26:25 - Thinking critically about the art you’re making

00:27:58 - Good copying vs bad copying

00:28:59 - Art as philosophy

00:30:26 - Developing an art style

00:33:34 - Creating a truly unique style*

00:46:36 - Drawing and painting better by asking question*

00:53:27 - Steve Huston’s inspirations

00:58:39 - What does an artist do if they don’t have any good ideas?

01:01:23 - How do artists balance idea and craft?

01:02:55 - Being afraid of drawing something “wrong”*

01:09:58 - The tools for creativity

01:11:40 - What is the purpose of creating art?

01:16:28 - How do you find what calls to you?*

01:27:00 - What was your creative learning schedule like?

01:33:52 - What would you have done differently in your art education?

01:36:16 - Did you study more from life or more from masters?

01:37:48 - Consistency in your artwork

01:39:13 - What do you enjoy more: quick-sketch or longer drawings?

01:41:09 - What medium do you want to learn?

01:42:02 - Any new books coming up?

01:43:18 - Where do you see your art going in the next 10 years?


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Wonder Woman: WARBRINGER releases August 29th. 

The real reason some grimoires are so cryptic

Sometimes grimoires obscure things with secret codes or don’t explain certain steps because logically someone at the time would have known how to do what was a common action of the day. But sometimes they’re cryptic and mum on the actual meaning of certain designs and symbols for seemingly no reason. But I think the reason is simply: magicians.

To go into further explanation and not be so cryptic: I just wrote down a spell in one of my journals, and where a couple of components would go that could be changed and customized depending on need, I just left brackets there with nothing inside them, to let myself know that the chunk is swappable, it’s a variable. In another part I drew a dashed diagram with arrows and no other explanation–it’s the instructions for a certain hand-motion to make at the end of the spell.

There are no full explanations written down simply because I’ll know what I mean, and when I thought about that at the end, I said: “fuck it, it’s my book, if someone finds it when I’m dead it’s not like the book is for them.” And that’s the explanation behind a ton of crypticness: in the end, a lot of these books are made for personal usage or would come with an oral tradition where one person would explain it to another. If you’re not that person or not in that oral tradition, then what’s written there isn’t for you to understand, and cracking it open is going to require intuition, divination, outright necromancy (throttling the author’s ghost for the answer), or just making something up and seeing if it works. It’s not really on every magic-user to write a personal magic book that will be perfectly instructive to people born generations after they die. It’s on us to try to figure out their cryptic bullshit anyway.

(…I should print out this post and attach it to my Will.)


HEY LOOK AT THIS THING I FOUND did you know an unfortunate events game exists

i found it at a thrift store and the instructions book is missing so im not really sure how you’re supposed to play it but it’s still Very Neat 

it looks like it’s mostly count olaf trying to kill the baudelaires’ guardian and them trying to invent, bite, or read things in order to find ways to stop him 

meanwhile mr. poe also exists. i have no IDEA what the poe player does

the count olaf cards do various things to sabotage the guardian 

and the baudelaires do clever things to stop him (the sunny cards are the best)

and there’s also cards with rooms on them but im not sure what those are for 

While disgust is arguably the primary motivation behind most homophobia when you get down to it, I think there are two more important reasons why conservative evangelicals in particular are so unwilling to change their minds about The Gay Issue™ no matter how obvious it is that they’re wrong.

Firstly, while atheists and secularists often contrast secular humanist morality (which is centrally concerned with human wellbeing/flourishing and harm reduction) with religious morality (which they describe in terms of something like divine command theory), evangelicals are, at least ostensibly, concerned with human wellbeing/flourishing as well.

Since they understand God to be loving, they usually won’t just say, “God said it so that settles it,” but rather that God “wants what’s best for us” and that the Bible is “God’s instruction book for a good/happy life” (barf).

But the thing is…wellbeing and harm are objective things that can be measured. And, well,

“If same-sex relationships are really sinful, then why do they so often produce good fruit—loving families, open homes, self-sacrifice, commitment, faithfulness, joy? And if conservative Christians are really right in their response to same-sex relationships, then why does that response often produce bad fruit—secrets, shame, depression, loneliness, broken families, and fear?”
—Rachel Held Evans, “God and the Gay Christian Discussion, Week 1” (The Rachel Held Evans Blog)

“[T]he idea that [gay relationships] ‘could never bring about happiness’ simply flies in the face of overwhelming evidence. I know that [the evangelicals] would say that, even though the growing number of out-and-proud same-sex couples in this country seem happy, deep down they’re really not. [The evangelicals] would say it, but fewer and fewer Americans would believe it, and rightly so. It’s not just because they defer to individuals as the experts on their own happiness. (People can delude themselves, after all.) It’s because they see the positive fruits such relationships bear.”
—John Corvino, “Against Obsessive Celibacy: Debating Social Constructions and Sexual Orientation” (Commonweal)

Gay relationships can bear good fruit and they aren’t inherently harmful in any way, and there’s no good reason to think that there’s anything wrong with gay people or their orientation. That statement isn’t an emotional wish or ideological assertion—it’s an empirical statement of fact that’s based on observation. Evangelicals are just factually, objectively wrong on this issue.

But they can’t just admit that they’re wrong, change their minds about the issue, and become more liberal christians or whatever. Why? Well, because they’ve built up a narrative over the years which says that their version of christianity is the only “true” one and that any christian who doesn’t agree with them on absolutely every little thing is a “fake” christian who’d might as well be an atheist. To the evangelicals, it’s black and white, all or nothing.

They can’t become those wishy-washy liberal (read: not dogmatic fundamentalist) christians who they’ve spent so many years trashing.

And they obviously aren’t going to become atheists, which in their mind is the only other option.

There is a kind of logic to it. If you describe God as both all-loving (that is: perfectly concerned with our wellbeing/happiness) AND morally opposed to gay relationships, but then you acknowledge that gay relationships are good for people and not harmful, then you have to face the fact that that God either 1.) doesn’t exist or 2.) does exist but is cruel—and is, either way, undeserving of worship.

Put plainly, if evangelicals entertain the thought that they might be wrong about this one issue, they’ll have to question everything that they believe in. And they don’t want to do that.

The second reason why evangelicals are so unwilling to acknowledge the evidence and change their minds on the issue is that if they did, they’d have to acknowledge that they’ve been cruel, oppressive, and often violent toward gay people for no good reason.

They’d have to sit and think about all the pain, torture, discrimination, loneliness, misery and death that they and their ideology have put gay people through…and realize that it was all for nothing. That there was no end to justify those means. That it was just random, senseless cruelty that they inflicted on others.

They wouldn’t be able to say, “I know I seem mean, but I have nothing against you. It’s just that God says…” They wouldn’t be able to say, “I know this is hard, but it’s for your spiritual wellbeing in the long-run!”

They’d have to acknowledge that it wasn’t God, but themselves.

I need an instruction manual on how to properly love a person. I want to know where to place my hands on them and what kind of things to say so that I can finally get it right. Just once, I want to get someone right. I wish love were that easy. I wish I could open up a book and follow the instructions but I am lost when I look at your face. I don’t ever know what to say to you except this: Please do not leave me. I have never been able to do anything right but I want to do you right, I want to love you right.
—  October 4th, 2015

And here I begin with my analyzes and observations:

1.- Chronologically, this episode happens right after the events of Volpina.

2.- We will see, for the first time, the interaction of two Kwamis (which, it seems, are carried as small children)

3. Apparently, Master Fu can read the contents of the book, and would begin to instruct Marinette in the true potential of the Miraculous.

4. Gabriel Agreste discovers that Adrien “took” the book from his safe, which would take to punish him, forbidding him to return to school. Which would explain why Chloe was really crying in the living room.

5.- Gabriel is furious and disappointed of his son by the loss of the book, getting to take the photographs that had of him in the wall. It is then that we have the taking of a childlike drawing of the Agreste family.

6.- BIG SPOILER, Gabriel Agreste is Akumatizado, becoming The Collector, and the object spell, apparently, would be the drawing of his family that had been made by Adrien as a child.

7. Marinette, as queen of the drama, apparently, thinks that one of the Agreste could be Hawk Moth.

8. After the incident of The Collector, apparently, Marinette would begin to suspect or worry about the Agreste.

9.- We could know more about Adrien’s mother.

10.- It is verified that Gabriel has a digital copy of the book, and while checking it, it is seen for a few seconds, the carrier of the Bee Miraculous as well as many other heroes, increasing that amount of Miraculous that in truth They would exist.

11.- We see for the second time, the transformation of Hawk Moth, but his civil identity is unknown.

12. It is proven, that Gabriel Agreste is not Hawk Moth.

13. Gabriel would reconcile with Adrien, allowing him to return to school.

14.- The Collector is the first Akuma of the 2nd season, and until now, the most dangerous, (in my opinion)

15. Despite having to face his own father, Adrien doesn’t flinch in the combat, demonstrating ability and determination.

16.- This would be the fourth episode centered on Adrien / Chat Noir, the others were “Copycat”, “Simon says” and “Pier Noel”.

17.- This could be the first episode that sees more interaction between Adrien and his father.

Originally posted by miraculousdaily

Thanks for read!!!!!

And sorry for my english


Cover reveals for our spring/summer 2018 books! 

Grace and Fury by Tracy Banghart
Tyler Johnson Was Here by Jay Coles
The Summer of Us by Cecilia Vinesse
The Astonishing Color of After by Emily X.R. Pan
Love & Other Carnivorous Plants by Florence Gonsalves
Finding Yvonne by Brandy Colbert

A lot of people don’t believe me when I say that I’ve only been sewing for a little over 3 years. Previous to that I had only really ever sewn plushies, pajama pants or pillows during Guide Guide workshops aka I could put fabric through a machine and sew in (sort of) straight lines but not much else. I had never used a clothing pattern before, I had never used anything other than a basic straight stitch, and I had never bought fabric. October 2012 was the first time I ever sewed any garments completely from scratch and those were my Fushimi from [K] vest and coat and now this October (2015) I will be competing at the Master’s level for cosplay craftsmanship. So I figured I’d give a short rundown of how I taught myself how to sew and how I improved.

1) I watched a lot of Project Runway (the earlier seasons… Annnndreeee, where is Annnndreee?). While this didn’t help much in actual sewing, it got me familiar with a whole lot of terminology and types of fabric and outfits. Plus it also showed me where people tended to take shortcuts and when those shortcuts tended to fail. 

2) I got a very basic sewing machine and I READ THE ENTIRE USER MANUAL. I started off on a Singer Simple which was a gift from my parents (who actually bought it 2 years earlier but never gave it to me thinking I’d never use it… HA!) and I went through every single English page of that user manual. I became familiar with all the parts of my machine, how to thread it, how to change bobbins, how to clean it, how to fix jams, all the different stitch types, and I practiced sewing a bunch of random stitches on scrap pieces of fabric just to see what they looked like and how they changed when I changed different tension settings.

3) I got a basic sewing book (from like 1965… it’d probably better to get an updated/current book) that acted as a glossary of sewing terms. I had no idea what 50% of the stitches I needed to use were called so this became very useful later when I bought my first pattern.

4) I bought my first patterns and chose something fairly simple to start off with which was a lined vest (followed by an immensely more difficult jacket). I went with Simiplicity patterns after doing a lot of googling for the most new-user-friendly patterns.

5) Then I FOLLOWED THE PATTERN INSTRUCTIONS. It seems like an obvious step but even now I sometimes skip a step and then later regret it. Everything the pattern said I needed, I bought. I bought the specific types of fabric, interfacing, thread, buttons, I did not deviate from their suggestions for the first trial run. Then I read through the pattern instructions, cut out all the corresponding pieces for my size and got to work. The key was to work slowly and re-read things as I went. I also used my sewing book and google to help better explain some of the instructions that were not 100% clear to me just starting out. I also looked up youtube video tutorials on how to iron seams, sew darts, properly clip curved edges, sew button holes, and finish inside seams. Research, research, research!

6) To re-iterate: TAKE YOUR TIME. Slow and steady wins the race. It took me probably a solid 4 days to sew a very simple vest that would probably take me maybe a couple hours now but damn it was one of the cleanest looking vests I had ever sewn. I made sure not to rush anything and gave myself lots of time.

7) I kept practicing. The more I sewed, the more familiar I became with how garments were put together and where I could change things to better fit my size or how to alter things to better fit the garment I was trying to create. I experimented whenever I could on scrap fabric to see what would and would not work for stitching and ironing.

3 years later and I can now draft my own patterns and sew dozens of different types of garments with dozens of fabric types. I would attribute 90% of my learning experience to taking it slow at first and researching as I went. I didn’t allow any guesswork on the first couple of projects I worked on because how would I ever learn if I didn’t look into how something was properly done? Google, youtube, tutorial blogs (wink wink), reference books, and pattern instructions are you friends, do not take them for granted. 

Pictured at the top on the left is the first Kirishiki vest I (rush) sewed in July 2012 without following instructions and trying to do it myself. The vest on the right is from December 2012 after I decided to take my time and follow instructions and actually learn while I was sewing. You can improve 100% just by taking your time, doing some research and following the instructions.

Bonus: What I bought for my sewing starter kit

  1. A green rotary/cutting mat. They can be really expensive but I have been using my large mat for 3 years straight and it works wonders at not only protecting the surface you are working on, but giving you a nice sturdy pinning and cutting surface that is self-healing and doesn’t get destroyed by pins and exacto knives.
  2. 1 large and 1 small pair of orange handled sewing scissors.
  3. A 6" x 24" clear sewing ruler.
  4. A pack of white/blue fabric pencils.
  5. A box of standard pins, plus a pin cushion.
  6. A pack of extra bobbins.
  7. A pack of standard sewing needles for hand-sewing.
  8. A pack of standard sewing needles for my machine.
  9. An iron and mini ironing board. 

Happy sewing!


Hogwarts Houses as my Favourite Things
  • for a really sweet anon (thank you!: ) )
  • Gryffindor: The little red bow and three yellow arrows I bought in a market in Quebec and don't know how to use properly, but use anyway, often with consequences
  • Slytherin: My far-too-large collection of necklaces, of all lengths, both fandom, aesthetic, and just plain cool, that I store on two coat hangers in my bathroom
  • Ravenclaw: My massive stockpile of books- fiction, non-fiction, instructional, lorebooks, art books, story compilations, anything I've ever learned and loved
  • Hufflepuff: The seemingly endless sketchbooks, most half-empty, filled with work dating back to before I knew anything about art, showing my progression and also just how much I doodle

warnings: fluff fluffy fluff, swearing??

word count: 3.4k

requested by anon: imagine if sirius gets stuck in his animagus form and there’s just a bunch of cute fluff when reader has to take care of him? (also would be hella cute if reader had a dog animagus form too)

summary: sirius’s first animagus transformation doesn’t go as well as expected

It was a normal Sunday afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most students of the third year and above were currently at Hogsmeade for the first visit of the year whilst the younger ones were all outside enjoying the autumn weather. Every student was enjoying their free day– well, all except for one.

You were scurrying around your empty room, preparing yourself for a four-hour lock down in your room. The year had barely begun and you were already struggling with Charms. You were determined to at least get an EE on your upcoming exam and if that meant you’d have to miss a day out with your friends, so be it.

Just as you yanked the curtains in front of your desk shut to eliminate all distraction, your wooden door was slammed open.

“Y/N, we have a problem.”

Your shoulders slumped at the familiar voice, a guttural groan escaping your lips, “Good for you, James. Now you just need to figure out how to solve it.”

You weren’t about to let James Potter, the master of mischief, distract you from your critical study day. He didn’t need your help to solve every single problem he came across. Last time you heard those words, the boy dragged you all the way up to the Owlery so you could help him untie a parcel he’d gotten stuck on an owl’s leg. He could surely find someone more willing and able to help him this time.

You moved to slam the door shut on his face, but he stuck a foot in the doorway to prevent it from closing. A whine escaped your lips at his actions, “Please James, just leave me alone this one time. I promise I’ll help you with whatever it is later, just don’t bother me right now,” you begged. You knew that this would be the only time you could study as the girls would be returning later and you couldn’t just ask them to leave the room for four hours. 

“’Fraid I can’t do that, Dear Y/N,” he taunted in a sickly sweet tone. The glasses-clad boy tried to grab your hand and drag you out of your room, but you refused to budge.

“I won’t be moving from this room ‘till pigs fly and Lily agrees to go on a date with you.”

The underlying insult didn’t faze him as he merely shrugged, “Alright. I didn’t want to resort to this, but you leave me no choice.”

“What do you-”

You cut yourself off with a high-pitched shriek as James hauled your body from the ground and tossed you over his shoulder in one swift motion. Your feet were flailing in front of him as he secured your body atop his shoulder, much to your displeasure.

“James Fleamont Potter, if you don’t put me down this instant I swear I will make it my mission to make your life as miserable as possible until the day you die,” you seethed, not caring who might hear you as he sauntered with you on his shoulder through the hallways.

“I look forward to it.”

A scream of frustration pulled at your vocal chords at his response. You didn’t waste any more energy fighting him however as you realized it would only tire you out. Instead, you allow him to carry you outside, your chin rested on your hand which was propped up against his back. Your walk, well James’s walk, continued farther than you’d expected until the Forbidden Forest stood in front of you. A glare formed on your face at the sight, “Why the hell did you take me to the Forbidden Forest? Are you trying to kill me?”

James didn’t answer your query which frustrated you to no end. Ignoring any other statements, he made his way into the edge of the forest before finally setting you down.

“Now before you run, keep in mind that it’ll do you no good since you know I’m faster than you and I’ve already dragged you all the way out here,” he held onto your shoulders with a rather tight grip. You deadpanned, your arms crossed and jaw locked. It was obvious you were pissed off as you didn’t so much as nod in response.

James slowly took his hands off your shoulders as if waiting for you to run. After a few seconds of staring at each other, he let his hands relax by his sides.

“Why am I here, exactly?” you seethed.

Something seemed to snap inside the boy as he was brought back to the task at hand, “Right. Er, well you see we, the marauders and I, have found ourselves in a certain situation.”

You refused to let the curiosity inside you show in your eyes as you attempted to harden your stare, “What sort of situation?”

“A furry one.”

Your head whipped around to the source of the new voice. Your gaze locked on Remus Lupin’s, eyes ablaze with amusement. Your eyes narrowed further in confusion before he gestured to a rather large dog sitting beside him.

“What the hell are you doing with a dog?” you raise your voice incredulously, eyeing the shaggy, black creature. It looked oddly familiar to you. Its eyes seemed human-like as it stared at you and it almost looked like it was smirking.

James halted your train of thoughts, “Well, it’s not exactly a dog,” he shifted from foot to foot. Both boys held a guilty expression causing your suspicion to rise, “Well then what is it?”

The dog ran towards you at your words and knocked into your legs, causing you to stumble over your own feet. You stared at the animal menacingly as Remus scolded it, “Come on, Sirius. Play nice.”

Realization came over you as you gazed at the animal with wide eyes, “Wait, that’s Sirius?” you point at the dog. “You turned him into a dog?”

Amusement clouded your previously grumpy features as you released a hearty laugh at the situation. The dog let out a low growl, but to no avail, as your laughter persisted. Before he had a chance to lunge at you again, James spoke up, “Not exactly. He sort of turned himself.”

Your laughter halted abruptly, “Are you trying to tell me he attempted an animagus transformation?”

Your eyebrows knit together as you studied both boys’ guilty expressions, a sigh escaping your lips, “You do realize how illegal that is, right? He could get thrown in Azkaban if anyone found out.”

“Which is why you’re not going to tell anyone,” the Potter boy stared at you with a hard face. “Besides, he’s not the only one.”

Your eyes widened even further, “Are you saying that you’re both animagi too?”

“Lower your voice. And no, just me,” James hushed your quickly rising voice with a sheepish expression.

You released a snort at this, “So Remus is the only sensible one then.”

“That’s beside the point,” James rolled his eyes. “We, uh, we attempted our first transformation today and mine went alright but Sirius he, er, his didn’t exactly go so well,” he trailed off. You became aware of the dog sitting next to Remus again as it lowered its head in what looked to be embarrassment.

“Well? Spit it out then. I haven’t got all day,” you snapped, tired of their hesitance.

“Sirius can’t turn back.”

It took you a moment to process the information Remus had spit out, only to burst out into another round of laughter. This time Sirius barked at you, though your giggles only heightened. Remus put his leg out in front of him to prevent him from lunging at you for a second time.

They waited impatiently for your laughs to subside. You pulled yourself together, wiping the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes, “What exactly do you expect me to do? If you think I can help you must be barking mad.”

This initiated a third round of laughter. Remus and James chuckled quietly at the pun, but Sirius wasn’t having it. He released himself from Remus’s grip and darted towards you, head butting into your side. His attempt at intimidating you failed, however, as you cooed at him and rubbed behind his ears. “Can you just stay like this? You’re so much cuter as a dog.”

His jaws snapped at you though he didn’t make a move to shake you off. In fact, your scratching felt rather good. “We figured out that there’s a potion that can be made to turn him back, but it’s really advanced magic.”

A frown etched onto your lips as you continued to stroke the black dog, “And you suppose I can make it for you? Did it occur to you that I have things of my own to do? I’m not about to spend my Sunday Workday helping you perform an illegal transformation.”

As if expecting your answer, James retaliated instantly, “You and I both know that even if we let you go now, you wouldn’t be able to do your work.” You grumbled incoherent phrases under your breath, knowing he was right.

“Why doesn’t Remus just do it? He’s good at potions,” you whined but to no avail as he had also anticipated that response.

“Y/N, you have the highest grade in our year in Potions. I’m good, but you’re way better.”

You sighed, resting your hand on the dog’s neck, “Suppose I say I’ll do it. What will I get out of it? I’m certainly not doing this free of charge.”

“Which is why Peter’s out at Hogsmeade restocking your secret candy stash in Honeydukes.”

“How did you know about my-”

“And Remus and I will be writing your History of Magic essay for you.”

You contemplated their offers for a moment before letting out a huff of defeat, “Fine. But only if you finish my Herbology homework too.”

“Deal,” James jumped at the offer. Remus looked hesitant about the idea of doing your work for you, but you frankly didn’t care as you’d be wasting your day away making a potion for Sirius.

Remus handed you a ripped out page of a book containing step by step instructions of how to brew the particular potion. You carelessly crumpled it in the pocket of your jeans before storming back in the direction of the castle. Sirius the Dog trotted beside you as James and Remus walked at a more leisurely pace a few yards behind. “You so owe me for this,” you grumbled towards the animagus who nudged your leg in response.

You quickened your pace and made it back to the common room in no time. You began treading up the stairs to your dorm when a whine stopped you. You whipped around to face Sirius who sat at the bottom of the stairs, “I’ve got to get a few things and then we’ll head to a classroom. Come on,” you motioned for him to follow.

The dog-human trailed behind you as you made your way to the right door. You slammed it open, only to be met with four curious faces. Both yours and Sirius’s eyes widened at the sight, not having expected your friends to return for at least another three hours. “What are you doing here?”

Lily spoke for the group of four, “Marlene forgot her money and refused to let anyone pay for her,” she spoke airily as her attention as well as everyone else’s in the room was focused on the dog sitting beside her. “What are you doing with a dog?”

Flustered and unsure of what to do, you blurted, “This? Oh yeah, this is,” you trailed off, racking your brain for ideas. Only one popped in your mind, and you knew Sirius was going to kill you for it, “This is Snuffles.”

The animagus growled in displeasure at the name to which you gave him a warning nudge. “And what exactly is Snuffles doing in the castle?”

“He’s my, uh, he’s my new pet! Yeah, he’s my new pet,”  you lied terribly, quickly growing uncomfortable under her gaze. “I found him outside and decided to keep him.”

The redhead shot you a suspicious look but decided against questioning you further as she wanted to head back to Hogsmeade already. “Okay,” she drawled as you stepped fully into the room. “Well, we need to get going now that we’re all ready. We’ll see you later, Y/N.”

Your dorm mates all sent you a smile as they left, you reciprocating with a nervous one. As soon as the door shut your shoulders slumped in relief and Sirius barked at you. You looked down to the dog who appeared to be wearing a glare. “Oh come on, Snuffles. Lighten up.”

Sirius the Dog whipped you with his tail, making sure you knew he wasn’t happy about this. You rolled your eyes at his actions as you gathered the few things you needed.

You didn’t stay in your room for long as the two of you made your way to the empty Potions classroom. Upon arriving, you poked your head inside to ensure it was completely empty before both of you slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind you. You dropped your materials carelessly on the closest table with a cauldron atop it. Digging through your pocket, you finally pulled out the crumpled page with instructions. You attempted to flatten it some as you set it on the wooden table, the dog’s head peeking at it from under your arm as if reading the instructions himself.

You cleared your throat before speaking to him, “Can you go and get me some dittany, a bottle of dragon blood, and fire seed?” He nodded his head and turned to trot over to the open cabinet of ingredients whilst you prepared the cauldron for brewing. He came back with each thing you’d ask for in his mouth, plopping them down on the table. 

The next hour continued like this with you brewing the potion and him handing you everything you asked for. After stirring the concoction one last time, you used a ladle to scoop up some of the liquid and pour it inside a vial Sirius had brought you.

“Now you’re supposed to drink a vial of this and then the transformation should occur in a few hours or so,” you instructed. Sirius the Dog woofed and wagged his tail, nudging your hand with his head. You scratched behind his ears at his gesture, an almost hum of satisfaction escaping him. He opened his mouth for you to tip the vial of liquid down his throat which he quickly gulped down.

With his help, the two of you quickly cleaned up the area and headed back to the Gryffindor dorms. Upon arriving you made your way to the stairs leading to your room, Sirius right on your tail. You opened your mouth to tell him to find his own friends, but decided against it as they were probably off doing who-knows-what who-knows-where. Once the two of you had made it to your room for the second time that day, you fell rather ungracefully on top of your bed with a long sigh. Sirius hopped up on your bed next to your and sat on his hind legs, staring you down.

“What?” you snapped at the expectant look on his face.

Seeing as he couldn’t exactly respond verbally, he softly nudged his wet nose against your hand. You rolled your eyes at his action but pet him nevertheless. The two of you laid like this for a while, you on his back and him on his stomach as you stroked his head. It only then occurred to you that you still had to at least attempt to study for your Charms exam.

You released a groan, “I need to get up and study for Charms.” You pulled yourself from your reclined position, only to be stopped by a paw placing itself on your stomach. A frown etched onto your face as you stared at Sirius the Dog, “I can’t just lounge about all day. I have things to do for myself, you know,” you defended yourself and tried to push yourself up again. This time you were stopped by his whole body as he sat atop your stomach.

A grunt escaped you at the surprisingly heavy added weight, falling back onto your pillow. “You’re horrible, you know?” you looked down at Sirius. His mouth opened at this as he leaned forward and left a slobbery lick on your cheek. You groaned in disgust, wiping off the wetness with the sleeve of your sweater, “That’s disgusting!”

A human-like smirk seemed to form on his face at your words, though you still made no movement to get up again. Sure you could’ve easily thrown him off, but was that really worth the effort?

Instead, you allowed the animagus to rest his head in the crook of your arm with his face right beside your jaw and below your ear. He moved his body so he was no longer directly on top of you but was nestled between your arm and torso. You subconsciously took his fur between your fingers and stroked its softness, a tired sigh escaping your lips. You shuffled your body so you were laying on your side facing the dog. He snuggled into your side, the heat from his body warming you.

The two of you laid together in silence, your hands running through the tangles of his fur. It didn’t take long for both of you to fall sleep on your bed. But the peaceful silence only lasted for a few hours as you were rudely awoken by a scream.

“What the hell is Sirius Black doing in our room?”

Your body jolted awake at the shrill voice of Lily Evans. You squinted your eyes, shielding them from the bright light with your arm. You tried to regain alertness as you blinked them over and over, still groggy from your nap. It was the guttural groan coming from a body next to you that brought you back down to Earth, “Jesus, Evans. Must you be so fucking loud?”

You suddenly became aware of the four gaping girls standing at the door, the legs tangled with yours, and the firm arm draped over your side. Your own eyes widened as you shoved Sirius, who had evidently shifted during your sleep, off of you causing him to tumble off the bed.

A loud ‘thump’ sounded throughout the room followed by a heavy grunt, “What was that for?” he scratchily grumbled, voice still thick with sleep. The four standing girls watched in awe at the scene unfolding before them, unsure of how to react to one of their closest friends in bed with the boy she never stopped complaining about.

“What do you mean, ‘what was that for’? You know exactly what it was for,” you snapped at the disgruntled boy pulling himself from the hardwood floor.

“Hey,” he frowned, “You weren’t complaining a few hours ago. Besides, you’re the one who was basically snuggling into me,” he defended himself with a cocky smile. You began to wish the potion hadn’t worked so he couldn’t talk.

Marlene awkwardly cleared her throat, forcing both your heads to snap in her direction, “We’ll just go and come back later so you two can sort out, er, whatever this is.”

The girls scrambled from the room as giggles could be heard even after the door slammed closed. You diverted your gaze to Sirius who was already looking towards you, “So your potion worked.”

You wanted to wipe the infuriating smirk on his face, instead settling for another eye roll, “And seeing as it did, you can kindly take your fleas with you and leave.”

The animagus wasn’t fazed by your insult as he edged closer to you so his arms were on the bed but his body remained standing, “Hmm, I’d rather not,” he hummed. “I find this quite enjoyable, actually.”

“What? Pissing me off?”


By now he hovered mere inches away from your face. You took a sharp intake of breath at the close proximity. It was like your brain could no longer think of anything but the color of his dull eyes or how his hair would feel between your fingers.

“I liked you better as a dog.”

that was kinda really long and little bit rushed by ThAt’S oKaY

i really liked this request and it was fun to write even though there wasn’t too much dialogue :)