[lvnaplena]

DATE : 8 September 1979

Exhaustion makes his feet heavy as he trudges up the walkway.  Knuckles wrap lightly on the wood of the door before being tucked up under his armpits to wait for an answer.  His presence is UNANNOUNCED but perhaps not entirely UNEXPECTED.

His TRANSFORMATIONS are leaps and bounds easier than they ever used to be –––––– Lily and the Marauders do their best to make sure of it, but heightened agitation going into it this month hadn’t helped matters.  There’s a GASH across the back of his right shoulder blade that he thinks ought to be inspected by someone with a deeper medical knowledge than he or his friends possess.

His chin is dipped down toward his chest when the door opens but his gaze flicks up.  Lips twitch in greeting but he doesn’t quite manage a smile.

❝ Hullo –––––––– mind if I come in ? ❞

@aerabella !!

[lvnaplena]

[lvnaplena]

ABBA LYRIC STARTERS ☾ ❛ i’m in no hurry ❜

It’s not as if he genuinely thinks that he and SEVERUS SNAPE ever would have been anything remotely like best friends, but perhaps things might have been different ––––––– except GUILT BY ASSOCIATION is in human nature.

And to be fair, Remus hasn’t worked very hard to DISTANCE himself from James, Sirius, or Peter.  ( They’re the first people in the world to befriend him, to have his back.  WHY WOULD HE ? )  He isn’t usually offended by the icy tone but the FULL MOON looming means his skin in thinner than it normally is.

Remus takes a deliberate ( hopefully calming ) breath.

❝ I can see that. ❞

@scvcrvssnape​ !!

[lvnaplena]

riibellarsi·:

“  Peachy. As always.  ”  There’s a chill that seeps into the hollows of his chest,  awaking every nerve he thought deadened from exhaustion.  “  What about Prongs,  ”  were they the only two to make it out ?

No. Prongs was resourceful, Evans formidable, and Peter advantageous in tight spaces. To dwell on a possibility of any within their family falling at the hands of death eaters was to waste what little worry they rationed out over the years. Right ? Right … ?  Sirius groans  (  involuntary,  like a tennis player the sound only increases his upward momentum. It’s physics,  )  when returning to his feet

—  and pats down his sides.  “  Of all the times to forget that blasted mirror,  ”  sitting pretty on unattended nightstand most likely.  “  Needn’t fret. I would know if something went amiss,  we practically have a sixth sense for it.  ”  Though context matters,  and whose nerves require soothing remains debatable.

He takes a step forward,  hand waving Remus in closer.  “  Come here,  Moons,  let’s have a look at you. Were you hurt ?  ” 

❝ I haven’t seen anyone else –––– ❞  It’s a quiet admission, something a little like FEAR seeping in because there’s so much that they don’t KNOW yet, even if he has the utmost faith in his friends’ abilities to get themselves out of a jam.

His arms close in tight around his own chest, fingers digging into the old, soiled fabric of his jumper –––– SOMETHING to anchor and ground him, something to HOLD ON TO.  Fidgeting and twisting, expending nervous energy.

❝ ‘m fine, Pads. ❞  But he obligingly closes some of the distance between them, crosses the dusty floorboards to step into Sirius’s space.  ( Even if he’s got a bit of a limp when he does it . . . uneven footing and a rush to get OUT, get to safety clearly do not mix and his knee is making sure he knows it. )

❝ I’ve had worse. ❞  By his own hand, no less.

[lvnaplena]

redmeadowes·:

Dorcas feels a smile play at her lips. It was nice that Remus was here to visit with her. Ever since she woke up, Dorcas has been stewing in her own irritation. Remus was a welcome distraction. She quickly looks him over, eyes scanning for any harm that could have befell her comrade. He looks good. A sigh of relief left her. He looks good. 

She has so many questions for him. How are you? How did everything turn out? Is everyone okay? How bad do I look? Is Hogwarts okay? 

“Remus, stop that. You are such a welcome face. I’m glad to see you! And… I’m… okay.” She admits, if she lied to him, she would be lying to herself. “I’ve been better, honestly, but it’s nothing I can’t recover from! How are you? You look good, I’m relieved to say the least.”

There’s a chair close by and it’s easy enough for Remus to drag it closer to her bedside, sinking into it with a quiet sigh.  He hands over the day’s copy of the Prophet, figuring it would help in getting her some information on the current events that she’s seeking.  ( Worst case, she could always occupy some of her time with the puzzles. )

❝ Recovery is key.  As long as the prognosis is good, you’ll be out of here before you know it. ❞

❝ I’m alright.  A few bumps and bruises but nothing major, I promise.  Just . . . trying to PROCESS it all. ❞

[lvnaplena]

ABBA Lyric Starters ☾ ❛ it’s the best i can do ❜

Remus looks up and offers her a ghost of a smile in response, fingers reaching out to hook around the handle of the mug of tea, drawing it closer to himself across the grainy wood of the table.  

❝ I’ve never met a cuppa I haven’t liked.  This is perfectly lovely, thank you. ❞

The smell of the tea is strong, calming, and Remus takes a deep breath or two.  The pad of his thumb rubs against the warm side of the speckled ceramic.  ❝ What are we supposed to do now ? ❞

@legatvm​ !!

[riibellarsi-deactivated20210215]

LOCATION : SHRIEKING SHACK, HOGSMEADE. DATE : 1 SEPTEMBER 1979 ( @lvnaplena​ )

Ah, yes. The Shrieking Shack ! Year round house of horrors when asked about by locals and visitors alike. But now it appeared his only source of refuge,  battered bones coupled alongside new depths to exhaustion leaving little resource for further travel  —  or additional thought. No news regarding headcounts or consequence of battle  (  outside what he’d seen using his very own,  currently unreliable eyes  )  escaped with him in the dead of night. Troubling,  disappointing even,  how he could spend so many hours under - nose of probing masked men and women in search for his very ilk   —   and yet arrive here,  empty handed. 

Truth be told,  there’d been a breath - stilling moment or two where Sirius wasn’t certain he’d make it back at all. Every instance of confusion  (  “planning”  )  amidst shocks of reds and golds and greens across dull gray landscape reaching its crescendo when the man propelled himself through dungeon corridor,  ground gain only made possible by continuous sprint down,  down,  down  —   to the familiar. To Quidditch Cave. To Whomping Willow.

“Fashionably late as always, darling.” For now at least,  Sirius’ entire being slumps across remnants of foyer chair,  shaking cavern dew off tussled  (  albeit slightly singed  )  head. As if that would somehow save the already questionable fabric from mildew or salty perspiration. 

Whatever mollifying commentary he once held sharp against sore cheek melted with the tension from his shoulders,  meeting his silhouetted hosts’ assumed line of sight.  “Staying in Hogsmeade’s a bold choice   —   figured you’d be long gone by now.”

[lvnaplena]

The last few hours have been a LIVING NIGHTMARE.  Ducking and dodging flung spells and curses, not knowing what the casualty number might be, and WORSE, who might be counted among them once it’s all said and done.

His attitude toward the Shrieking Shack skews more toward the HATE end of the love - hate spectrum if only because having it to escape to is a necessity at all, but if there’s one thing that can be said for it, it’s that it’s SAFE.  And there’s only a SELECT FEW who would even attempt to enter.

The RELIEF that surges through him upon hearing that voice is so immense that he briefly feels light-headed.  A quick once over tells him that Sirius is more or less in one piece.

❝ And yet here you are.  You’re alright, I take it ? ❞  A hard swallow.  ❝ What about Prongs ? ❞

[lvnaplena]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

if you want it, please repost !

NAME.

Remus J. Lupin

SPEECH.

# OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES :   1   /   2   /   3 + TONE OF VOICE :   high   /   average   /   deep ACCENT :   yes   /   sometimes / conditionally   /   soft   /   no DEMEANOR :   confident   /   shy   /   approachable   /   hostile   /   other POSTURE :   slumped   /   straight   /   stiff   /   relaxed HABITS :   head tilting   /   swaying   /   fidgeting   /   stuttering   /   gesturing   /   arm crossing   /   strokes chin   /   er, um, or other interjections   /   plays with hair or clothing   /   hands at hips   /   inconsistent eye contact   /   maintains eye contact   /   frequent pausing   /   stands close   /   stands at distance

COMPLEXITY.

VOCABULARY :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻ EMOTION :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻   ◻ SENTENCE STRUCTURE :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻

PROFANITY.

FREQUENCY :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻ CREATIVITY :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻   ◻ BOLD ALL THAT APPLY :   arse.   ass.   asshole.   bastard.   bitch.   bloody.   bugger.   bollocks.   chicken shit.   crap.   cunt.   dick.   fakakta.   frick.   fuck.   horseshit.   motherfucker.   piss. prick.   putz.   schmuck.   screw.   shmegegge.   shit.  shitass.   son of a bitch.   twat.   wanker.   pussy. GIVEN PROPER RELIGIOUS CONTEXT :   christ on a bike.   christ on a cracker.   damn.   goddamn.   godsdamn.   (bloody) hell.   holy shit.   jesus.   jesus christ.   jesus h christ.   jesus h. roosevelt christ.   lord sithis have mercy.   jesus, mary and joseph.   sweet jesus.  

THIS OR THAT.

contractions or enunciation ?   straightforward and cryptic ?   jargon and toned ?   complexity and simplicity ?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?   masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ?   formalities and abrasiveness ? praise or equivocation ?   frankness and lies ?   excessive and minimal hand gestures ?   name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly and blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER ?   almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK ?   almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS ?   almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS ?   almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘ WHOM ’ IN A SENTENCE ?   yes   /   no   /   only ironically YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT, WHAT WORD DO THEY USE ?   but   /   though   /   although   /   however   /   perhaps   /   mayhaps HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS ?   walk away   /   ask if that’s everything   /   say that that’s everything   /   give a proper goodbye   /   tell their company they’re done here   /   remain quiet   /   they don’t HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER ADDRESS OTHERS ?   titles   /   first names   /   surnames   /   full names   /   nicknames WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK ?   upper   /   middle   /   lower IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS ?   accent   /   vocabulary   /   tone   /   level   /   politeness   /   brusqueness   /   speed - slow   /   it doesn’t

[rplyricstarters-blog]

 ( requested by: anonymous )

DANCING QUEEN

“ you can dance ”

“ anybody could be that guy ”

“ the night is young and the music’s high ”

“ with a bit of rock music, everything is fine ”

“ you’re a teaser ”

“ leave them burning and then you’re gone ”

TAKE A CHANCE ON ME

“ honey i’m still free ”

“ take a chance on me ”

“ if you need me, let me know ”

“ i think you know that i can’t let you go ”

“ i’m in no hurry ”

MAMMA MIA

“ i’ve been cheated by you since i don’t know when ”

“ it must come to an end ”

“ how can i resist you? ”

“ i’ve been brokenhearted ”

“ i could never let you go ”

“ i can’t count all the times that i’ve told you we’re through ”

“ you know i’m not that strong ”

FERNANDO

“ can you hear the drums? ”

“ i was so afraid ”

“ we were young and full of life ”

“ there was something in the air that night ”

“ there’s no regret ”

“ i can see it in your eyes ”

“ i never thought that we could lose ”

S.O.S.

“ where are those happy days? ”

“ it used to be so nice ”

“ how can i even try to go on? ”

“ i wish i understood ”

“ when you’re near me, can’t you hear me? ”

KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU

“ there is nothing we can do ”

“ we just have to face it ”

“ breaking up is never easy ”

“ it’s the best i can do ”

SUPER TROUPER

“ i was sick and tired of everything ”

“ all i do is eat and sleep and sing ”

“ how can anyone be so lonely? ”

“ there are moments when i think i’m going crazy ”

NAME OF THE GAME

“ i’m getting more open-hearted ”

“ there’s a lot you can teach me ”

“ does it mean anything to you? ”

“ would you laugh at me if i said i care for you? ”

WATERLOO

“ the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself ”

“ i tried to hold you back but you were stronger ”

“ how could i ever refuse ”

“ i feel like i win when i lose ”

“ couldn’t escape if i wanted to ”

[redmeadowes-blog]

Location:  The Order Headquarters’ ersatz infirmary

Date: 2 September, 1979

To say Dorcas was frustrated would be an understatement. A sigh left her, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. Utterly useless. She fell so early into the battle. Lives were lost, and God… she was a lucky one. 

(How do you think mum and dad would feel if they knew you almost died? Sad, maybe? Disappointed? Probably not, but I’m disappointed.)

Her gaze roamed the infirmary, looking at those that had been wounded. Things she could have done differently roamed her head. She almost died. But… what is she supposed to do? She has the means to help. Thoughts swarmed as the infirmary door opened. Dorcas looked to see who had entered.

“Well, well, well,” She drawled, ”look at what the cat dragged in. Fancy seeing you here.”

open to order members!  ♡

[lvnaplena]

His own injuries suffered during the battle had been MINIMAL ––––––– a tweaked knee, some new bruises that ought to turn some interesting colors, a few cuts.  But nothing terrible enough to warrant a stay in the infirmary, at any rate.

Still, there’s TENSION crawling up his spine to sit at the base of his skull, its weight distributed heavily across his shoulders.  The FULL MOON lurking a mere 4 days from now isn’t helping matters any.  The antiseptic smell of the infirmary assaults his senses more than usual as he makes his way across the threshold.

It isn’t hard to find her.

❝ Yes, well. ❞  He bestows a small smile upon her.  ❝ I thought perhaps you could use some company –––– my apologies that it’s not better.  How are you ? ❞

[emiliaaclarke]

He’s buying.

[marautyr]

bloodlines / james + remus

LOCATION : GODRIC’S HOLLOW DATE : 25 AUGUST 1979

JAMES HAD NEVER GIVEN A THOUGHT TO THE POTTER HOME’S apparently surplus holidays until his first year at Hogwarts — — what do you mean there’s only one New Years, and since when is Christmas only in December ? — — but, as James Potter was wont to do, rather than change his own habits he simply decided to BRING EVERYONE ELSE along for the ride.  Which is how all of those Gryffindor first year boys ended up practically sick that first late September, spoilt half - rotten by the comically large box of baklava that materialized via SCREECH OWL a morning or two before James’ first Hijri New Year away from home.

–––––––––––––– And James Potter is certainly not the type to stand in the way of TRADITION, is he, at least where SWEETS could possibly be involved.

Which is how he finds himself with hands full on the trip back to London after Eid, twine - tied pastry box only slightly squashed beneath his arm by the time he emerges from the Hollow’s fireplace.  SEVEN YEARS spent with little but scarlet drapery for privacy means that James doesn’t spare a second thought for knocking, letting the echo of his footsteps announce himself before letting himself right into the room at the end of the second floor’s corridor.  A loose shoulder finds the doorframe, timeless smirk unfolding across his face in a way that could almost call to mind a peculiarly complicated map.  He shakes the box by way of greeting, the rattle of ka’ak biscuits inside probably overkill.  AS IF THAT’S EVER ONCE STOPPED HIM BEFORE.

❝ Mum’s liable to send a search party if you miss another HOLIDAY MEAL, Moony, and can’t you just imagine the stress such an ADVENTURE would have on that lovely woman ? ❞

@lvnaplena​ !

[lvnaplena]

There’s an overstuffed armchair in the corner near the window of the bedroom that he gets to call his in Godric’s Hollow –––––– making it a PERFECT PLACE to curl up with a good book, a knitted blanket, and a hot cup of tea.  His legs are curled under himself, left elbow propped on the arm of the chair.  The hem of his sweater sleeve is caught up in slim fingers to keep it from falling down his forearm as his gaze darts across the yellowed pages.

( He’s fairly certain the over - large jumper wasn’t HIS to begin with ––––– perhaps belonging originally to James or Sirius ––––– but now he’d be entirely unwilling to part ways with it if its owner attempted to confiscate it. )

He HEARS James long before the wood door to his bedroom swings inward.  But he also doesn’t give his friend the satisfaction of immediate acknowledgment, taking the time to get to the end of a paragraph.  When Remus does finally look up, he reaches for his tea to take a sip, eyebrows rising at James.

❝ I hope you relayed my apologies. ❞  

If James barging into the room was surprising ( and it wasn’t ), then the box he’s carrying with him is even less so.  But Remus feels his stomach growl all the same with the realization he hasn’t had a proper meal.  His head tips slightly and he sniffs the air.  ❝ What did you bring ? ❞

[memeingovermemes]

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

[lvnaplena]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒

bold what applies + tag mutuals to do the same in a new post !

PLACE IN SOCIETY

♦ FINANCIAL : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. ♦ MEDICAL : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. ♦ CLASS / CASTE : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. ♦ EDUCATION : qualified / unqualified / studying. ♦ CRIMINAL RECORD : yes / yes, for minor crimes  / no / has aided / committed crimes but not caught yet.

FAMILY

♦ MARITAL STATUS : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower / verse dependent. ♦ CHILDREN : has a child or children / has no children / wants children.   ♦ RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. ♦ AFFILIATION : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ EXTROVERTED / INTROVERTED / IN BETWEEN. ♦ DISORGANIZED / ORGANIZED / IN BETWEEN. ♦ CLOSE-MINDED / OPEN-MINDED / IN BETWEEN. ♦ CALM / ANXIOUS / IN BETWEEN. ♦ DISAGREEABLE / AGREEABLE / IN BETWEEN. ♦ CAUTIOUS / RECKLESS / IN BETWEEN. ♦ PATIENT / IMPATIENT / IN BETWEEN. ♦ OUTSPOKEN / RESERVED / IN BETWEEN. ♦ LEADER / FOLLOWER / IN BETWEEN. ♦ EMPATHETIC / APATHETIC / IN BETWEEN. ♦ OPTIMISTIC / PESSIMISTIC / IN BETWEEN. ♦ TRADITIONAL / MODERN / IN BETWEEN. ♦ HARD-WORKING / LAZY / IN BETWEEN. ♦ CULTURED / UNCULTURED / IN BETWEEN. ♦ LOYAL / DISLOYAL / UNKNOWN. ♦ FAITHFUL / UNFAITHFUL / IN BETWEEN.

BELIEFS

♦ FAITH : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / nontheistic. ♦ BELIEF IN GHOST / SPIRITS : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ BELIEF IN AN AFTERLIFE : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ BELIEF IN REINCARNATION : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ BELIEF IN ALIENS : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ PHILOSOPHICAL : yes / no / in between

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

♦ SEXUALITY : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual. ♦ SEX : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♦ ROMANCE : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. ♦ SEXUALLY : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. ♦ POTENTIAL SEXUAL PARTNERS : male / female / agender / other / none / all. ♦ POTENTIAL ROMANTIC PARTNERS : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

♦ COMBAT SKILLS : excellent ( dueling ) / good / moderate ( physical ) / poor / none. ♦ LITERACY SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ♦ ARTISTIC SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ♦ TECHNICAL SKILLS : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

♦ DRINKING ALCOHOL : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ SMOKING : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ OTHER NARCOTICS : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ MEDICINAL DRUGS : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ INDULGENT FOOD : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ SPLURGE SPENDING : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ GAMBLING : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[lvnaplena]

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄.

NAME / ALIAS + INTRO :  hi, i’m gwen !  i’ve been writing / roleplaying for ( redacted ) years now and i’ve been in and out of various fandoms and groups.  but harry potter holds a special place in my heart for a lot of reasons.  i’m a corgi mom and i regularly cry watching dog videos ZODIAC SIGN :  cancer ( sun ) / sagittarius ( moon ) / cancer ( rising ) HOGWARTS HOUSE :  ravenclaw FAVORITES / WRITING

✧     ARCHETYPE / TROPE :  soulmates !!  it’s probably hands down my most favorite in all forms don’t look at me.  also pretending to be dating / married because i’m garbage.  platonic soulmates, ride or die type relationships.   ✧     EVENTS / TASKS :  slow build up with big time payout.  i like aesthetic tasks - photosets, etc.  i enjoy listening to everyone else’s playlists but for some reason i’m terrible at them. ✧     FACES :  oh man.  alan ritchson, my son.  sophia bush.  ilana glazer.  oscar issac.  michael b. jordan.  jennifer lopez.  uhhh . . . there’s a ton more. 

DESCRIBE YOUR ‘ CHARACTER TYPE ’ IN A SINGLE PHOTO / GIF / MEME :  this. fucking. guy. 

FAVORITES / PERSONAL

✧     BOOK / FILM :  book: the sarantine mosaic by guy gavriel kay  /  film: gladiator or moulin rouge. ✧     SONG / ARTIST :  favorite songs changes a lot . . . favorite artists: bruce springsteen, imagine dragons, the head & the heart ✧     SNACK :  cheese, pretty partial to cheddar, colby jack, havarti.  also blackberries. ✧     FANDOM(S) :  harry potter ( duh ); marvel; generation kill -- these are the more recent ones anyway.

DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN A SINGLE PHOTO / GIF / MEME :  it me.

FAVORITES / IN - UNIVERSE

✧     MARAUDERS - ERA CHARACTER :  this feels like a cop - out but remus. ✧     TRIO - ERA CHARACTER :  neville longbottom.  good ol’ harry potter is up there too. ✧     SUBJECT :  probably like . . . arithmancy ✧     SPELL :  on a practical level, accio because i don’t know how many times i’ve sat down and realized i’ve forgotten something and had to get back up again.  i’m lazy af.  but expecto patronum always gets me.