i just feel like james would have found harry trying to convince snape his nickname was roonil wazlib sooooo hilarious like harry would die years later at the ripe old age of 92 and he would go to the afterlife and james would greet him with ‘alright there roonil’ and harry would just be like dad wtf. it’s been 76 years. i just died
also, credit to sirius for fucking noticing that tiny ass mouse is missing a finger by looking at a mediocre quality wizard gif
Redrew one of my lost WIPs that had been sitting in my folders for ages. For all of you Wolfstar shippers urls I see lurking on my blog…
@runningquill-art *drools at computer*
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Now you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.
i’d killllll for some hogwarts era wolfstar - whatever you wish
Thank you anon for this brilliant prompt!! It was really fun to draw ❤️
so….this is the first of a small series of Wolfstar illustrations … others coming!! ;)
i was procrastinating at uni so here’s everyone’s fave estranged rich kid delinquent sirius black
remember when oliver wood was so obsessed with quidditch that he was totally willing to play on a dementor-infested pitch
harry potter meme ϟ [2/2] books: harry potter and the half-blood prince
“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.”
a Not Happy thought: the “you look so much like your father"s die off as harry gets older. by the time he’s thirty, he begins to miss it.
Implying both that people who remember James Potter are dead and that James Potter did not get to be old.
Harry Potter ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the lift doors. Was it him or was it beginning to thin?
Ginny used to tease him about it, when he nervously ran his hands over it out of old habits, saying he’d rub himself bald. She didn’t tease him about it now, though, which might mean it was actually happening.
He sighed; how old his reflection had gotten. The years passed and he knew that well enough, but each reflective surface still came at a bit of a shock.
He remembered the first time he looked in a regular mirror and saw his father staring out. Not approximations of his father, not the oft-comment of “you look just like James” from some adult, but actually looked in the mirror and saw the same man he knew from photographs.
And he remembered when he looked in the mirror and his father was gone and he was back to approximations. Looking like James Potter never had a chance to.
It was a morbid way of counting birthdays. This year I’m older than my father got to be. This year older than Remus and Snape. This year older than Sirius. In a few years he would be older than Alastor Moody.
No one ever said he looked like his father anymore.
The doors opened onto the floor for The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The Department had two settings: chaos when some magical mishap had to be brought in to be dealt with, and silence when everyone was off tackling the mishap in person. Today was the latter but that was fine. It was James’ turn on desk duty, which was the reason he’d come down, brown bags in hand. It was the only time he could ever seem to wrangle his oldest son for lunch.
Only when he got to the desk, a young witch - a child who hardly looked old enough to be at Hogwarts much less to have graduated from it - smiled up at him.
“Mr. Potter! I have a message for you from your son. They had a catastrophe that really needed his expertise so he had to go.”
Harry gave a small smile. “You’re new, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Just started last month.”
“Ah. First thing you should know is to never believe James Potter, especially when it comes to desk duty. He’ll do anything to get out of desk duty.”
She gave a smile you would give to an elderly relative doling out advice. “I will remember that next time.”
Oh well, if he was playing the role already, might as well commit. “And don’t let him push you around or beg off. He’ll always have a good reason but you’ve earned your field time like anyone else. And since I brought it down, you can have his lunch.”
That got a laugh as she took the bag. “Thank you. You’re welcome to join me…?”
He waved her off. “No, no, I have paperwork to deal with anyway. But thank you.”
He was about to turn back when she spoke.
“Y’know, it’s remarkable. I would’ve known who you were from a mile off.”
Harry raised an indulgent eyebrow. Four decades had dimmed people’s immediate recognition of him as The-Boy-Who-Lived, especially among the younger crowd, but it was hardly an uncommon occurrence. Still, he acted as if he didn’t know what she meant. “Oh?”
“Oh yes. You look so much like James.”
Time seemed to stop after her words. He didn’t breathe or blink, everything paused in a moment of both newness and familiarity.
Then it was done but the weight of his shoulders had eased a little bit and he gave a brief but genuine smile. Then he laughed. “Don’t say that to him; he’d be mortified.”
“I’ll remember that if he tries to put me on desk duty again then,” she teased.
Harry chuckled and waved and got back on the lift. When the doors closed and he saw himself again, he decided it didn’t really matter much if his hair was thinning. He could do with less of it anyway.
this is lovely
That went somewhere far happier than I expected it to go, whew!
because, you know, bravest man he ever knew.
Day 1:
Team: Place Title: The Fall Rating: T Word Count: 4600 Summary: They’ve told you that dying is like falling asleep, but to you it just feels like falling. But before you fall, you remember. Prompt: #7 - "The Bed Song", Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra
Team: Time Title: Parlor Trick Magic and Other Trivialities Rating: T Word Count: 17,000 Summary: Magic glimmers in each of their eyes as for the first time they truly meet and suddenly realize maybe, perhaps, one day, possibly… they could fall in love. Or the one where Remus is a blind atheist throughout history and Sirius needs more saving than he’s supposedly dishing out. Prompt: #63 - “We do not remember days, we remember moments.” - Cesare Pavese
Day 2:
Team: Time Title: Recto Verso Rating: M Word Count: 7800 Summary: Love in the time of the 1984-5 coal miners’ strike. Remus is a geologist working for an independent assessment of a disputed coal mine in his hometown in south Yorkshire during the strike. He meets a communist agitator. Non-magical AU. Prompt: #21 - Picture of a darkened landscape with lightning striking in the distance.
Team: Place Title: They don’t love you like I love you Rating: G Word Count: 5800 Summary: Hospital receptionist Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis. Prompt: #54 - “Life isn’t about waiting for the right time to come. It’s all about doing all the right things in the time that is given to you.” - Unknown
Day 3:
Team: Place Title: Intergalactic Hitchhiking, and Other Such Earthbound Adventures Rating: M Word Count: 14,000 Summary: After many years of wars over resources, humans were sent a message by the Galactic Commission of Quadrant 4713 and offered a new home on the Space Port on the other edge of the Milky Way. 98% of the human race left Earth behind to begin a new life, but the 3% that stayed lived out their lives amongst chaos and ruin. Sirius lived on the Port, but was drawn to Earth by the promise of adventure and mystery. He gets more than he bargained for when he encounters Captain Lupin and the village of Hogwarts. Prompt: Prompt: #24 - Picture of a destroyed bedroom.
Team: Time Title: Exposed Rating: T Word Count: 2900 Summary: At eleven, Remus boarded the Hogwarts Express ready to keep secrets. In the end, there are none he can keep from Sirius. Prompt: #66 - “Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.” - Sophocles
Day 4:
Team: Time Title: There Isn’t a Word for What We’ve Got Rating: T Word Count: 7300 Summary: Five people who misunderstood Sirius’ relationship with Remus andonetwo who didn’t. Prompt: #46 - “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” - T.S. Eliot
Team: Place Title: Dusk - ART Rating: G Summary: A few moments in Hogwarts, in evening colours. Prompt: #56 - “I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.” - Melissa Cox
Day 5:
Team: Place Title: Our House is a Very Very Very Fine House Rating: T Word Count: 16,000 Summary: “Life used to be so hard / Now everything is easy ‘cause of you and our – house…” Basically an OotP fix-it fic, with an (almost) everybody lives ending! Prompt: #5 - “Our House” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash
Team: Time Title: Parchment Rating: T Word Count: 4400 Summary: Remus Lupin finds the Marauder’s Map again and does his best not to let a certain ghost from his past haunt him. Prompt: #51 - “Mathematics has beauty and romance. It’s not a boring place to be, the mathematical world. It’s an extraordinary place; it’s worth spending time there.” - Marcus de Sautoy
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What the hell did I just watch?
It’s me pretending to be a video game character what is wrong with you it’s pretty straight-forward.
Wow this is really accurate right down to the breathing.
Oh my goodness Hhahahahha
THE NOISE I JUST MADE WAS NOT HUMAN
A doodle-ish, fluffy thing I drew to cure myself after reading some angst ; _ ;
This artist is back at @novemberthe3rd so go give them a follow!
