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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63235579

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Announcing the first ever Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!

🌟🐕🦌Calling all Prongsfoot enthusiasts and questioning shippers - with or without artistic talents!🦌🐕🌟

Get ready for April 2025 and the first (of hopefully many) annual Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!

The concept has been shamelessly stolen (with permission from the lovely @julcheninred) from the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge - if you missed it, go check it out - you won't regret it!

"But I can't draw!" I hear you say... Awesome! Then this is just the fest for you!

"But I don't have time!" Great! Spend 30 seconds on the back of your exam paper, coffee-stained napkin, or meeting agenda. Bad art doesn't take time.

"But I have no ideas!" Draw a scene from your favourite fic or recreate a meme. Just make sure to do it Badly!

"Excuse me, I happen to already be a well-renowned Prongsfoot artist. Do you expect ME to draw Badly?" YES! Draw with your non-dominant hand, wear a blindfold or try your hand at clay sculpturing. I believe in you!!

The rules of the challenge are simple:

Anyone can join! Even if you've never held a pen or only have access to a stick and a puddle of mud

Any media is allowed! It doesn't have to be a drawing if you'd rather knit or stack cheerios into the shape of James's broomstick - as long as you made it and it's Bad!

Anything goes! Make your art silly, funny, wholesome, romantic, sappy, smutty or bloody - as long as it's Bad (and please apply appropriate trigger warnings)

Post your Bad Prongsfoot Art with the tag 'draw prongsfoot badly 2025' and @ this blog - then I'll be ready to smash the reblog button. No upper limit on how many submissions you can make!

Most important of all: Have fun! And remember to show some love to your fellow Bad Prongsfoot Artists

The Challenge will run from April 1-30 - I'm excited to see lots of terrible art!!

Lots of love from Maddie / @lovelymasks ❤️🦌🐕❤️

Tagging some people to get the ball rolling - please help spread the word! @diamondmeadow @sorenphelps @mycupofrum @lilacella @fiendishfyre @cassiaratheslytherpuff @jmagnabo92 @arliedraws @albi-bumblebee @lostwriter--xx3 @rosemelodyshah @roalinda @in-flvx @plecotusauritus @goldenlionprince @eastwindmlk @bullets-from-another-dimension @neverenoughmarauders @forestdeath1 @onehundredflamingos @jaylienpotter @heartofspells @strugglequill @gracelesslady23 @resident-gay-bitch @cami-chats @nyaightlight @groundzero-v @padfootastic @siriuslyasorceress

the worst girl

sunshine-james potter has a special place in my heart, but asshole-to-everyone-except-sirius james potter is my drug

the marauders as one perfect found family friend group has my heart, but codependent toxic prongsfoot popular duo with the two loner cowards that follow them around is my drug

yes, they could bully snape because he was a slimy DE creep, or they could bully him mostly cuz they were bored

i want more fics from james/sirius hogwarts age pov where theyre rich, handsome, intelligent assholes who do whatever the fuck they want cuz they are told by everyone constantly that they own the world so damn anyone who tries to stop them from taking it

a sirius that doesnt regret “the prank” and a james that doesnt get angry at sirius for pulling it

sure they mature later on, and have generally always had their heads straight about important issues like blood supremacy and voldemort, but its still fun to duel DEs and its still funny to piss off their collegues and bosses and life is oh so boring if you take anything too seriously

i want more fics where peter betrays them because prongsfoot peaked in highschool and voldemort was simply the bigger, scarier fish in the pond

more fics where remus was a sad old man who married a woman half his age, abandoned his friend’s orphan son, and tried to run away from his own pregnant wife. remus who thought his own friend was a double agent for voldemort and accused him of betraying his best friend

James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.

He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.

Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.

Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?

There.

James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.

More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.

He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.

He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.

His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.

“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.

James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

harrowhark “my whole existence is the result of 200 dead children, i am the product of sacrifice and have to live with the guilt of that everyday. i am in love with a corpse and i puppet my dead parents around so i am not alone. i cannot take another loss” nonagesimus

gideon “i gave my life for you and you didnt even want it, even worse you refuse to accept it, wasting my sacrifice. you lobotomized yourself to forget everything i did for you—you refuse to embrace the life i have provided you over and over again, and now im stuck as a reanimated corpse” nav

and

coronabeth “i am sick with heartbreak and jealousy that you didnt murder and consume me, your other half, refusing to let me join you on your journey forwards, instead giving that honor to some dick they assigned us. I am dejected and maimed” tridentarius

ianthe “you are the last person i would kill—i would kill myself first without hesitation rather than lay a finger on you. i cannot live without you and i could not live myself if i was the one who removed you from this world” tridentarius

good morning

is no one gonna talk about how the tower princes are probably named after the historical princes in the tower? Is anyone going to talk about that? Jod titled his daughter and newest lyctor after a pair of princes who were imprisoned and most likely assassinated by a paternal figure and knew no one would get the reference. Kirianthe are the bones in the wall dude.