Another Song By The Crane Wives Thats Is Extremely Marauders Coded:

REMUS JOHN LUPIN THANK YOU FOR MOTIVATING ME THROUGH ASSESSMENT WEEK 🙏🙏🙏

Being a marauders fan is so funny because wdym I'm sitting here scrolling through wolfstar fan art while my parents discuss what to get at the restaurant we are at...

I could write an essay on how Heroes by David Bowie is arguably the most marauders song ever.

I could so imagine them all dancing in the common room at a party or something to the song, not knowing about what was to come in the next few years because WE CAN BE HEROESSSSS ... JUST FOR ONE DAYYYYY

Regulus "Go on, shout, scream, say something!" Black

and

James "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." Potter

If they had just given Dorcas a gun, the Wizarding War would have ended much sooner.

I'd like to present my findings of how marauders coded so, SO many songs by The Crane Wives are:

Time Will Change You is incredibly Crimson Rivers (post the first arena) coded.

I find it so funny when I'm writing my fic because I have no plan whatsoever, so interactions like this happen:

Friend: So, can you explain the plot vaguely?

Me: ... I can tell you what's happened so far!

Friend: What about the ending...?

Me: ...

Me: I'll get back to you on that.

TRANS REMUS AAAASJFNNEND also I actually adore your art omgs

Trans remus doodle + wolfstar doodle

I still get insane emotional whiplash when I hear that first little bit of violin of Would You Fall in Love with Me Again in my Crimson Rivers playlist even though I WAS THE ONE THAT MADE THE DAMN PLAYLIST.

A little snippet of the beginning of my current wip for you guys :]

tw: mentions of drowning, panic, disorientation. (it's not too bad though)

Regulus thought that he had had enough of these damned nightmares, but apparently the universe thought otherwise. He once again woke up with a start, sweating, sitting bolt upright, clutching his sheets in a death grip, with wide eyes scanning the dark void of the almost unfamiliar room. For a moment he couldn't tell where he was, or if he was even awake.

He had dreamt of the sun, the moon, the stars- and the feeling of drowning. Of being unable to get to the surface, being pulled down further from the warm, smiling face of the sun by thin, bony hands, further into the cold, lightless depths.

Regulus' dreams never made any sense, always just flashes of different scenes, as if seeing the sunlight refract off the ocean's surface. He isn’t ready, though, for the sudden freezing cold that pounces on his bare arms, goosebumps rising up towards his shoulders before he ducks under the safety of the covers again. God, how he hates these freezing January mornings.