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Remus + Sirius adopt a puppy pt. 2 (POV: Sirius’ phone)

CANJY Head canons

So first of all, yes I still love Wolfstar and ship it as much as always, but lately Canjy (Caradoc Dearborn/Benjy Fenwick) have taken over my heart.  I’m in a text rp group with some amazing friends and @meektheraccoon and I have fleshed out these boys so much that they own my heart.  I’ve published one Canjy fic already, am working on another, and have a massive collab fic Meek and I are working on that I am so excited about.  But yes, I’m still working on my Wolfstar fics as well.  My time has just been super limited lately so I haven’t been able to write as much as I want to.  

Here’s a few of the HC’s @meektheraccoon​ and I have for our favorite boys, and remember they’re just our versions, ALL versions of these characters are valid and need some love!

- Benjy was a Gryffindor and a star Quidditch player, he was signed to the Falmouth Falcons immediately upon graduation from Hogwarts.

- Benjy got seriously injured in a match and had to quit playing professionally.  He has some permanent damage to his spine, but it’s not severe thankfully.  

- He’s always been a bit of a bookworm and after his injury works at Flourish and Blott’s, but dreams of owning his own book store one day.  A lot of people didn’t take his intelligence and love of reading seriously because he’s a blond pretty boy athlete, but those that know him well know he’s much more himself with his nose in a book, reading glasses perched on his nose, than he is on a broom, even with his considerable talent.

- My boy has a serious issue with rambling and word vomit which is endearing and adorable, but drives him batty.  He just can’t help himself sometimes and just spews what’s on his mind.  He’s a bit of an awkward mess at times, really.

- The one thing he holds in is his love for his best friend, Caradoc though.  He’s been in love with Caradoc for ages and even though they’ve been “fuck buddies” for a long time, Benjy believes Caddy could never think of him as more than a good shag and his best friend.

- My boy is so wrong.

- Caradoc is a mountain of a man, handsome and looks intimidating because of his size, but he’s a softy who works as a baker in his sister’s bakery.  He was a Hufflepuff and a few years ahead of Benjy in school and they actually “met” when Benjy came into the bakery to pick up some pastries for his sister.

- Caddy was actually Benjy’s “gay awakening” when he was in Hogwarts and when he sees Caddy at the bakery he makes an excuse to come back almost every day for a week before he gets up  the nerve to ask Caddy out.

- They end up becoming best friends, hooking up occasionally, neither of them realizing that the other wants more.  Both letting their insecurities and fear of messing up the friendship blind them to the other’s feelings.

- Honestly, they’re just pining oblivious idiots and I’m so here for it.

- Benjy actually dates Remus, who he meets at an Order meeting, for a while pre-Wolfstar, to try and move on from Caddy.  It doesn’t work though because obviously his heart belongs to Caddy and Remus is in love with Sirius.

- They part as friends though and have a really close bond for the rest of their lives, much to Sirius’ chagrin.

- Sirius and Benjy can’t stand each other really, it all stems from jealousy when Remus and Benjy were dating and Caddy and Sirius were casually hooking up during that time.  They put up with each other though because of their respective partners and Remus and Caddy just roll their eyes at their rivalry and laugh at their antics over firewhiskey.

I could go on and on and on about these babies, but I’ll save more for the fics we’re working on.  ;-)

@martelldoran

Oh these are absolutely wonderful headcanons! I love that you have them as the same age as the marauders and totally intertwined with their lives.

For me I see them as older, maybe in their 50s or 60s by the time the first war comes around. As I said in my tags, Caradoc is the more fleshed out of the two but here are some of my musings so far! Caradoc is Euphemia Potter’s brother, younger brother, and James’s godfather. He absolutely dotes on him and whenever James needs to get away from his parents, he’s always welcome at Caradoc’s place in Cokeworth where he has his own bedroom. His house is actually not that far from the Evans’ and Lily knew of Caradoc before she ever went to Hogwarts but she always just knew him as a doctor. The Dearborns are originally from Yorkshire, with the family home located located within York itself.

He’s a healer working in St. Mungo’s but also has a small practise that serves Cokeworth County and the surrounding area. He knew he wanted to be a healer from a young age but was not a natural potion maker so out of all his studies he applied himself the most here so that he would be able to get the necessary grades. It paid off and in the end he became quite competent and found a lot of enjoyment in it once he ‘cracked the code’. He’s a very skilled healer and is often drafted in to deal with the more complex cases whether it’s a nasty case of dragon pox, memory charms gone awry, or curses with horrible side effects. He treated Andromeda Black after Bellatrix curses her for her relationship with Ted. The fact she’s been left with chronic pain and fatigue as a result is a sore spot for him and he’s still trying to find someway to help her. (ofc with canon, he is disappeared before ever finding a cure. Sob)

Benjy Fenwick is Irish by way of Brixton. His parents moved to London when he was a kid and the Fenwicks became close friends with the Meadowes family who also live in Brixton. He’s a Slytherin half blood and as i said in my tags, I don’t have much more than that. He and Caradoc were in the same year at school but they didn’t have much of relationship there. Caradoc found him irritating and self absorbed but begrudgingly admitted he was an excellent Keeper and Quidditch captain. They met again once out of school and Caradoc was treating him for ???? something either a bad case of dragon pox or an injury that required more specialist help. At this point they’re maybe in their mid to late 20s and there’s an instant connection that throws them both into the back foot.

I have so much more I want to explore with them. But I think I’ve rambled on enough now lmao

Ahhhh I love these head canons @martelldoran ! I can’t wait to read what you’ve got planned. I love any and all hc’s for these boys, they need all the love and attention.

Ahhhh Canjy!!! I love all of these!

My interpretation is (heavily) influenced by Jen and Meek haha.

They’re both a year older than Sirius and Remus, and both in Gryffindor!

Caradoc is huge and intimidating and has the biggest brain ever. (If you piss him off he’ll beat you up with his fists and then utterly humiliate you with his words!) He’s hugely competitive and super logical - often the only person actually thinking things through, especially compared to the crackheads of the Marauders gang. He immediately befriends the Prewett Twins and Kingsley in first year, the Marauders and co in second and spends most of his time at Hogwarts with Remus thinking up ways to pizzaz up pranks (and devious ways to not get caught!) He makes prefect in fifth year and deliberately abuses his privileges by sneaking in huge amounts of food from the kitchens at night and having swim parties with everyone in the prefect bathroom. So he’s pretty much having a ball until fifth year when Benjy Fenwick drops in from Ilvermony in America.

Benjy moved to England from America. He’s a POC and a halfblood, which lead to a lot of racism from the muggles and discrimination from the wizards. He’s an insanely good quidditch player and decides to move to England in the hopes that he can go pro and send some money back home for his parents and younger sister. The first thing he does in England is buy a whole thing of makeup and he proceeds to sashay into Hogwarts with lipstick and eyeshadow and the works. He’s spent 15 years being closeted in America and what does he have to lose? It’s his only chance to be out and proud and he does so unabashedly. He immediately gets onto the Gryffindor Quididtch team as a Seeker (pissing off Caddy who spends most of his time hitting Bludgers at him) and proceeds to spend most of his first year at Hogwarts teasing Caddy, befriending the Marauders and training like crazy.

They both basically manage to piss each other off until the middle of sixth year, when the annoyance starts turning into pining. It’s pretty much what one would expect - little glances and winks and origami roses. They kiss for the first time in a Muggle bar, on the night that Benjy gets scouted and agrees to go pro.

Once they leave Hogwarts, it’s the best year of both their lives. Benjy gets a lot of bad press for being gay but he’s so incredibly good that there’s not much else to say. Caddy trains to be an Auror, and quickly looks like he’s going to be the youngest in over a century. They spend one beautiful year and then the rumbling starts - Voldemort had grown in power and everything is shattered.

I love to picture a scene in my head where Caradoc pleads for Benjy to go home, back to America, away from all the fighting. Benjy refuses though - “I’ve seen things like this before, people who think they’re better than others simply because of their skin or gender or ability to do magic. How can I let that happen here?”

“You’ll die,” Caradoc had said. “He’ll go for people - for halfbloods first - “

“And what if he wins?” Benjy had shaken his head. “You think he’ll stop in England? What if he reaches America? What if he reaches my family?”

They’re one of the first people to sign up when Dumbledore asks for volunteers, along with Sirius and Remus and James and Lily, all the other people that they had grown up with. They form the best of the Order, people ruthless and cunning and skilled enough to hold off the Death Eaters, paying in blood as the war advanced.

I think that Benjy’s magic is slightly different, being raised in America. I always headcanon him as being great with defensive magic - wards and barriers and wickedly lethal traps. The two of them make a great team - Caradoc’s brain and Benjy’s ingenuity, making it nearly impossible for the Death Eaters to find the Order for almost 2 years. They were good enough that Voldemort knew that if he were to have any chance of finding the Order, they would have to go.

They kill Caradoc first, sets a trap with Muggle-borns as bait. He manages to get them out but dies in the process, Benjy screaming at him to wake up. Benjy manages for almost 3 months after that, holding up the wards and the traps himself. He helps James and Lily shield their house, sets hundreds of deadly traps for the death eaters and tries to remember what life was like with Caddy.

But even he’s not strong enough to manage so many places at once, not with a Spy. When the Death Eaters find the Order Headquaters, Benjy buys everyone enough time to get out, to run. He locks the Death Eaters inside a house and then blows it up, with him inside of it. They never find his body.

They would be the first. Marlene and Dorcas go down barely a month after, the Prewett’s and Mary after them. It’s only after the protections are gone that James and Lily finally agree to do the Fidelius, and ask Peter to be the Keeper.

@ashes-and-ashes​   I love this so much but it hurts!!  Obviously the version of Canjy that Vern and I have been working on is like my primary HC, but omg I love this so much too!  I love any and all love that these boys get and every interpretation is so amazing!!  

A man visiting his husband and son in Hogwarts; made possible only because he’s one of the creators of the Marauder’s Map.

(Professor Lupin goes back home every weekend but sometimes his husband is very impatient ♥)

James stops at the sight of Peter cradling Harry.

They’re both sitting by the fireplace, golden flames illuminating the dark room. Peter’s got one hand wrapped around Harry’s back, the other behind his head, the sounds of Harry’s quiet breaths filling the room.

“Thanks,” James says; he’s rarely ever seen Peter like this, holding Harry with such care. It was usually Sirius or Remus who did it - Peter was much more of the awkward cousin than the protective uncle. Still, there was something beautiful about the way he was holding Harry, as if it was the last time he’d ever see him.

Peter gives him a small smile; he seems almost melancholy, something like regret pouring off him in waves. James reaches over, brushes Harry’s head gently and leans back against the couch.

“You okay?” he asks. Peter jumps, as if he had been startled.

“What do you mean?”

James shurgs. “I don’t know. You just seem...sad tonight.”

“Ah.” Peter lets out a small chuckle. Harry burbles in his sleep and he gently cards his fingers through the wispy strands of Harry’s hair. “No. I’m fine.”

James nods; he knows not to push. They all had different ways of dealing with the War; Sirius’ rage, Remus’ quietness, Lily’s tears. He scrubs a tired hand over his face, his throat aching slightly. “God,” he says. “Just wish this whole war was over.”

Peter nods - he doesn’t look at James, his eyes fixed on Harry’s sleeping face. “Maybe you should go,” he says abruptly. “Take a vacation or something. Relieve some stress.”

James frowns. “Pete, what are you talking about. The Fidelius - “

Peter seems to deflate almost, his hand dropping down to curl around the arm of the chair. James watches as his fingers go white; Peter seemed tense in a way he had never looked before. “Are you alright?”

Peter shrugs. He looks at James, then looks down at his feet. “What would you do?” he whispers. “What would you do, to protect your family?”

“Anything,” James says immediately; he doesn’t even have to think. “Anything. Torture, death, whatever. I would do anything for you guys.”

Peter sniffs. His eyes look wet in the firelight. “You guys?”

“Harry. Lily. Remus. Sirius. You.” James smiles. Peter hardly ever cried anymore, though he used to all the time in First Year. “You guys are my family. I love you more than life.”

“Oh,” Peter says softly. His face twists, just for a moment, full of something anguished and sad. James bites his lip; he’s not sure what’s troubling Peter tonight.

“So,” he mutters, looking down fondly at Harry. “Halloween. His favourite.”

Peter cracks a smile. “Wonder how they’re doing without us.”

“Hogwarts?” James laughs. “No charmed floating pumpkins, or bats - “

“Orange hair - “

“Exploding pies - “

“Fake ghosts - “

“Haunted houses.”

Peter looks almost wistful. He stares back down at Harry, then back up at James. “Will Sirius and Remus be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” James says, and he could have sworn that same anguished expression crossed Peter’s face. “You sure you can’t make it? We have enough food and Harry would love it - “

“No,” Peter says. He slowly gets to his feet - it’s late, the clock striking 11 in the corner of the room. “I better go,” he says, gently handing Harry to James.

James nods. He cradles Harry against his chest, smiling as he yawned in his sleep. “Bye. Thanks for coming, Wormy. And for...for everything. I don’t know if I said that enough. Thank you.”

Peter nods. He reaches out, pulls James into a hug, brushes his fingers over Harry’s face.

“Goodbye, James,” he says, and then the door closes behind him.

The Feeling Is Mutual

Remus considered turning around and taking the stairs as soon as he saw Sirius Black. But he knew from experience that getting down those stairs on crutches was even harder than it looked, and he really didn’t have time to end up in the hospital with another broken limb.

No, he could survive the elevator ride with Black. It was only a few floors, after all.

It wasn’t that he hated Black. He just strongly disliked him and the sight of his face made Remus’ blood boil. Okay, maybe he did kind of hate him, but he knew the feeling was mutual. 

He avoided making eye contact as he entered the elevator, holding both crutches in one hand to press the button with his free one. 

“Good afternoon, Lupin.” Sirius’ voice, however charming, was as annoying as ever.

“It’s 8 am,” Remus replied coldly, not looking anywhere near Black, though he didn’t have to to know that Black was looking directly at him, a smirk on his stupid face as he leaned seductively against one wall of the elevator. What a fucking prick.

The doors of the elevator finally closed and it began its descent towards the ground floor. Only for less than a minute, though, before coming to a halt with a series of concerning mechanical sounds. 

“What the fuck?” Remus tried pressing on the button again and when that didn’t make the elevator move, he just tried pressing every single button, still to no avail. “It’s stuck or something,” he muttered.

“Let me try,” Black said, pushing past him and beginning to press every button, just as Remus had just done. 

He glared at Black. “That doesn’t work. Something must be wrong with the elevator. I’ll call someone who can fix it-”

Oh, nevermind. No cell phone service. Remus swore loudly.

Black just laughed. “Looks like we’re stuck here together, then,” he said.

No. No no no. This could not be happening. “Fuck,” Remus swore, leaning against the elevator’s wall and letting himself slide down onto the floor. Not only had he woken up late so he’d had to skip his morning coffee to leave in time, but now he was stuck in a elevator with his literal mortal enemy. If Black spoke to him, he was going to hit him with one of his crutches.

“So how’s your cat?” Black asked, sitting down at the opposite side of the elevator.

Fucking hell. Remus’ crutches were perched against the wall, just out of his reach. Another time, then. 

“I’m not talking to you,” he replied. 

Black sighed. “Suit yourself,” he said. “I just thought since we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, we may as well try to put our differences aside so we don’t go mad.”

“I’ll go mad if you say another word to me,” Remus said coldly. 

He looked down at his own hands, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. It seemed that Black was actually leaving him alone, which should gladden Remus, but now the elevator was so… quiet. He looked up, only to find Black looking right at him, head tilted slightly to the side like a curious dog. 

“Oi, stop staring at me, you creep!” Remus felt his cheeks heat up. 

“I wasn’t staring at you!” Black said, putting his arms up in defence. “Believe it or not, Lupin, but you actually are slightly more interesting than these grey, empty walls.” He looked up, gaze wandering over said walls. “They should really put a painting or something up in here.”

Remus crossed his arms and looked away from Black. While he really didn’t want to give Black the satisfaction of being right, he knew that was the case: they would go mad if they had to sit in silence for who knew how long. 

“My cat is doing good,” he said, finally answering Black’s question. “How’s Snuffles?” Snuffles was Black’s stupid dog, who had more than once ruined Remus’ pants by peeing on him. 

Black had seemed excited to get an answer out of Remus, but quite suddenly, his expression changed to one Remus had never seen on him before… sadness, concern? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Snuffles is sick,” Black answered, looking down at his hands. “I took him to the vet a few days ago, but there’s nothing they can do… “

“Shit,” Remus said. “I’m sorry, that must be horrible.”

Black let out a shaky laugh, probably to not cry. “I’ve had him since i was 17,” he said. “Got him when I moved out, and the thought of him not being here is… yeah, it’s horrible.”

Remus couldn’t explain why Black’s sadness was so painful to watch. He wanted to hug him, to comfort him… but he’d want to do that to anyone, even if it was someone he hated. This had nothing to do with Black specifically.

“You moved out at 17?” he asked, half out of curiosity, half to kind of change the topic. 

Black nodded. “Got kicked out at 16, lived with my friend and his parents for a year, but…” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to them so I got a job and bought a tiny, shitty flat. I remember it was overrun by rats and cockroaches, and the water was always cold… This place is definitely an upgrade, even if my neighbor is a twat.”

Remus got the feeling Black had only insulted him to keep a bit of dignity, surprised at how much he’d shared with him. 

“Why’d you get kicked out?” he asked, before realizing what a personal question that was. He hurried to add, “you don’t have to answer that.”

Black shrugged. “Technically, I ran away,” he said. “But you could say I was forced to…”

It didn’t seem like he was going to go into further detail about it, so Remus hurried to change the topic. “It’s weird we know so little about each other, isn’t it?” he asked. “Considering we’ve been neighbors for, what, 3 years?”

“To be fair-” Black said, looking at him with his piecing grey eyes. “You’ve never seemed very keen on getting to know me.” 

Oh. Remus tried to stop himself, but before he could, the words just flew off his tongue: “I want to get to know you now.” 

Black seemed taken aback by this. “Really?” he said. “I thought you hated me.” 

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Remus mumbled. “I guess I just… I dunno, it’s been a weird day.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Black muttered.

Before either of them could say anything else, Black’s phone buzzed. His eyes lit up as he fished it out of his pocket. “Oh,” he said. “My friend is calling me. Finally I have a fucking signal.” He answered the call: “Hey, James. Yeah, I know I’m late. I’m kind of stuck in an elevator… Yeah, if you could help get a hold of the maintenance guy? I don’t have his number, no, but he’s usually around. How far are you from my place? Oh, excellent. Thanks, mate.”

He hung up and put down the phone. “Looks like we’re getting out of here!” he said. “My friend will be here in 5 minutes or so.”

Remus knew he was supposed to feel relieved. He would finally be free, and even without being too late for work but… For some reason the most prominent feeling was disappointment. It felt like a special bond had been formed between him and Black in the time they’d spent in the elevator and what if, once they got out and continued their normal lives, that would disappear? How could he tell Black that he didn’t want to go back to the way things had been?

“Uhm…”

“Yeah?” Black said. 

Remus hesitated, heart beating just a little faster than usual. “It’s just, uhh… can you help me up?” He let out a nervous laugh, gesturing to his broken leg.

“Oh, of course.” Black got up and walked the few steps over to Remus, offering his hand to help him up. 

Their hands touching sent a warm tingly feeling through Remus’ body, something he couldn’t quite explain. He let Black help him up and… oh. 

Their faces were so close he could feel Black’s minty breath on his face and see every tiny detail of his eyes - from up close they had a beautiful blue tint that made them look softer, deeper…. Remus didn’t know who initiated it, but suddenly they were kissing. 

He could feel the tension being released as he kissed Black, deeply, with passion. He hadn’t realized how much he had wanted this. 

They were both startled as the elevator, with a clanking metallic sound, started moving again. Confused, they broke apart, staring from the elevator doors to each other. Black let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?” he asked. 

Black nodded and looked like he was about to say something more but before he had the chance to, the elevator stopped again. For one nerve-racking moment, Remus thought the elevator had stopped working again but then the doors slid open and they were greeted by the maintenance guy and Black’s friend. 

Black stepped out of the elevator to his friend, who grinned at him. “What dirty shenanigans did you two get up to while trapped in there together?” he asked Black, who laughed and shook his head. 

“Oh, you don’t want to know,” he said in a teasing voice.

Remus grabbed his crutches and quickly exited the elevator before the doors closed again. He looked at his phone. One missed call from Lily, his friend and coworker. She was probably pissed off at being left alone on their shift. Remus only hoped she would forgive him when she found out why he was so late…

“Ready to go?” he heard Black’s friend ask.

“In a moment,” Black said. “There’s something I need to do. Just wait in the car?”

His friend nodded and walked to the stairs and Black turned to Remus. “Hey, uh,” he said to grab his attention.

“Yeah?” Remus said.

Black seemed careful to look anywhere but at him. “I know you hate me,” he said. “And I know that, er… it was just a kiss and it probably didn’t, y’know, mean anything, but…” He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, something Remus had never seen from him before.

“Well, I don’t know,” Black muttered. “This is stupid but do you think… would you want to get coffee sometime?”

Remus was taken aback by the question. “With you?” he asked.

Black bit his lip, carefully glancing at him. “I understand if you don’t want to,” he assured him. “We can just forget all of this ever happened and-”

“No,” Remus cut him off. “No, coffee sounds great.”

Black’s face lit up in a smile and Remus felt his heart miss a beat. “Great,” he said. “That’s, uh… That’s great.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, smiling as well. “Anyway, I really have to go. I’m late for work.”

Black quickly regained his composure. “Of course!” he said. “Yeah, I, uh… James is waiting for me, so I better go too.” 

Remus nodded. As he watched Black turn around and leave, he couldn’t help but wish he’d said something more, like “I don’t think i hate you as much as I thought” or “To me, it wasn’t just a kiss”, but before he could gather the courage to do so, Black was already out of sight. There’s plenty of time, he told himself.

Perhaps he could tell him later, over a cup of coffee.

This is so cute Fre!!!

Luna Lovegood is Online!

Padma: Hey Luna, what’s that?

Padma: What’s that on your wrist?

Padma: I haven’t seen you wear something like that before. Is it new?

Padma: It doesn’t look very new…

Padma: Oh, someone gave it to you?

Padma: Well? Who?!

Padma: Why not?

((OOC: It’s the spring holidays at Hogwarts and something’s going on… I have some old asks from an abandoned Luna online that I may see if I can answer. I’ve adjusted some of Luna’s autistic traits from previous onlines as I’m trying to portray her in a canon way, as I see her as autistic in canon and want to present that.))

Ron: Who are you looking at?

Here’s the thing about loving the enemy.

It’s secrets. It’s a thousand I love yous wrapped up in cruelty, disguised by a sneer or a laugh or a shove. It’s hand squeezes whilst being shoves into walls, brusing fingers whilst reaching for the Snitch, reaching for the same ingredients in potions and feeling the weight of a body against Draco’s own. It’s listening for the I miss you’s hidden in the Fuck you Malfoy’s, the gentle caresses against the feeling of knuckles at his cheek.

It’s the kisses that start with punches, in an empty locker room until the crowds cleared out, hands dripping from balled fists to open palms, straddled on top of one another - always hiding, always pretending, praying that no one would see them. It’s the detentions taken together, the daily glances to make sure Harry was okay even as Draco forced another sneer onto his face and laughed.

It’s the small moments, before the moon set and the sun rose, sneaking out of each other’s bed and down the empty corridors. It’s the rooftop in the pouring rain and the Room of Requirement. It’s the ocean of love Draco felt for Harry condensed into moments, seconds to be measured out with teaspoons, the spaces in between each best of his heart.

It’s knowing that even though stay didn’t mean forever, trust me did. It’s the stars that refused to stop shining, even after they faded away. It’s the feeling of lips against lips, those brief moments when everything faded to gold.

Two posts not too far apart BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! 

Here’s a Regulus I drew a little while back for @confunded-gryffindor  (who writes the most amazing Reggie) for a lil trade we did! 

i’ve been going for a more action applicable style, like if this was animated there would be emphasis on the long limbs and sharp angles that would lend themselves to quick movement with an easy silhouette to follow.  

 Also, wanted him in some super posh and snazzy looking clothing that just screams “my parents made me wear this”, and something that really makes him look older than he is. His family pushes him into situations no kid his age should have to endure, so it makes sense for him to feel mentally older than his peers.

HI i haven’t posted for 7000 years but @girlwithacrown set a DTIYS (which i’m cutting my submission real close jazvjh I’m sorry it took a while, it’s been chaos) and it looked so fun and their concept and art were so good so I had to do it man! 

also lmao as if these boys know how to sit on a chair properly. 

(sirius isn’t floating btw he’s on a stool which i forgot to draw because i have dumb bitch disease)

A woman is transformed into a succubus without any awareness of it whatsoever.

She thinks that, in a simple stroke of luck, she’s just gotten very good at finding other people online who care about her special interests.

Men and women hang on her every word. They will do what she says. They will think what she thinks. They will get for her the things she wants.

Luckily what she wants is not power, not fame, not money or romance or sex. What she wants is to tweet about the long-canceled, long-forgotten, straight-to-VHS merch-shilling cartoon she adored as a child in the 90s. 

The series is trending #1 on Twitter overnight. Dusty old plastic dolls are suddenly worth millions. Bootleg clips surface by the dozens. The national economy pivots, just a bit, just a little, in the echo.

Her Twitter skyrockets to become the single most followed account in a week’s time. The interests of the world pivot to mirror hers.

She links her cats instagram, where she uploads all her cutest photos of her cats, along with merch hauls, pet care tips, advice for new cats owners, and brand recommendations.

Shelter adoptions surge in the wake, millions of cats brought home to houses preemptively stocked with all the necessary supplies, bedding, and accommodations.

She writes a loving review of the little-known books she’s reading, and it’s sitting at the top of the New York Times Bestseller list the very next day. The author is hardly prepared for the out-pouring of attention and love flooding her inbox the next day. 

The woman blogs about her favorite little tea set. Tea sales now outperform coffee in both popularity and revenue at every single Starbucks and Dunkin worldwide.

She posts about her herb garden, and interest in gardening surges to an all time high. People who haven’t had any passionate hobbies in decades are suddenly growing little basil sprigs, and remembering like a long-forgotten friend the joy of crafting with their hands.

There’s a new book title mentioned on her twitter every few hours, and libraries and book stores simply can’t keep up with demand. Libraries themselves are swarmed with unprecedented popularity, and massive funding increases are fast on its heels. And global literacy rates jump.

The more experienced denizens of the internet worry for her. They’ve seen this cycle before, where a personality reaches sudden unfathomable heights of popularity, only to be torn down a month later for being too cringey, too over-stayed, too problematic.

But by the nature of what she is, people cannot hate her.

Dedicated troll blogs feel a pang of guilt even tagging her handle, and delete drafts with a deep sense of shame. It makes them stop and wonder what joy they used to get out of cutting people down online. Most delete their accounts. Most think about buying a few succulents instead.

She sends a tweet “Please don’t use the internet to bully others ~(=^･ω･^)”

And the rest of the troll accounts vanish in its wake.

She sends a tweet praising her server at a restaurant, and says they should be payed more and tipped more. Suddenly! People start being nicer to servers, and tip them more. Owners begrudgingly pay them more, and because they pay them more and it’s a nice experience, more people go out to eat.

She sends a tweet that says “corrupt government officials should just resign and good people should be voted in.” And suddenly a lot of officials resign.

“And also the electoral college shouldn’t exist uwu” she posts, and suddenly bam! No more electoral college!

Tweet after tweet the world is made into a better place, and tweet after tweet she shapes the future of the world in the best way she can think of, of course with her being non the wiser.

She sets down her phone, and looks out her window to see green buildings, and solar panes, to fully electric cars, and people who are kind to one another and goes “Wow. I guess humans arent that bad after all.”

She doesnt knowing the irony of what she is saying, and she Probably never will.

@steelchildrocks  I almost spewed my own coffee seeing this!  You know that’s what I always say, I can’t go to prison, I need coffee!  lmao  Ah I love you and this so much!

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