Skelteroid - Skelter

update:

there are two new chapters on “like a bludger to the heart” and one in the spanish blackinnon through the ages.

The Prisoner

bellatrix black (the angel of death)

Baby, I'm a sociopath Sweet serial killer On the warpath Cause I love you just a little too much

andromeda black (the girl who got away)

She's got, she's got a way She's got a way, she's got a way She got, she got away She got away, she got away

narcissa black (the last hope)

The winner takes it all The loser's standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny

When James and Lily go on their first date, Lily doesn't quite understand why James is absolutely livid that a stray dog is following them around Hogsmeade.

Sorry I'm still obsessed with Sirius being the mature friend of the group. The "you guys don't understand the extent some of these supremacists will go!" guy. And also the, "Stop drinking like you're a teenager. Drink like civilized people!" guy. All of this is to James and Lily who are throwing themselves thoughtlessly into battle and then getting absolutely hammered on the expensive booze Sirius shares with them.

It's advice that James and Lily take very seriously. The next time they see him, they admit that he's right and tell him they're going to have a baby.

And Sirius is like "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT."

this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.

(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)

i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.

It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:

The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree. 

There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.

Marlene. 

Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.

After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.

Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn. 

Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs. 

It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead. 

While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.

A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her. 

“It’s you!” she let out a breath. 

Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”

“Wait–”

Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”

“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.

Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”

“Of co–”

“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned. 

Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?” 

Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."

“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet. 

“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked. 

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”

“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden. 

Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”

also, @astracoreiisblog made a community for blackinnon shippers, link here if you want to join.

casual reminder that he had to bury all of his friends

Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

Double illustration time because Grant is the legend he thinks he is. There would be no wolfstar in atyd if it wasn't for Grant, let's not forget that, hm? (there would be no post-war Remus at all, actually)

Unfortunately (or not, depends on the point of view) he's always been outshined by one very bright star. The very one Remus is staring at in the second drawing, dare I say

Grant Chapman, they could never make me hate you 😔

marauders band au / blackinnon

mary mcdonald (supermodel): look, i’m not saying they didn’t share a dream of becoming the next big thing. i’m just saying they were strategic about it. sirius and marlene i mean. that concert we went to were we ended up on stage with them? all planned. they knew how to replicate authenticity, they had so much energy no one ever doubted them.

lily evans (photographer, james potter’s girlfriend): everywhere you looked, girls wanted to be her [marlene]. she had been in a few music videos at the time with other bands, before the boys skyrocketed. but after that concert, girls wanted to be her and boys wanted to… you know (makes obscene gesture with her hands).

mary: her disappearance act afterwards was pure genius. marauders sold out everywhere.