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Remus J. Lupin; gryffindor pride; (an indie rp for my eternal Lupin muse) memes . wishlist

[melancolialunxr]

y'know sometimes i miss the easy carefree times of indie writing, y'all

[nobiscum-blog]

   would you please reblog this if you and/or your muse consider platonic sensual intimacy to be valid? if you believe in platonic kisses (even if it’s on the lips), platonic cuddling, sensual intimacy with no pressure to be sexual? – stuff like that? o~o

[melancolialunxr]

(reaction meme thingy) Sudden gender change

sent for my muse’s reaction to yours (⚧) suddenly changing gender

I’m a girl, Remus heard, and he blinked up at his friend at the words. His eyes squinted, trying to reason what kind of situation this was, but there was little he could tell from Sirius’ body language alone.

“Okay,” he drawled, looking around fleetingly for a moment as if someone could jump out of the wall and give him an answer. “So is this like a ‘I’m a girl: conscious choice” or ‘I’m a girl: someone spiked my butterbeer with a weird potion’?” He asked, too curious not to. “I need more explanation than that.”

[prongsy-blog1]

@melancolialunxr  ( continued. )

“Yes, mate. That is, unfortunately, for both you and I, and actually anyone else in this pub, quite noticeable. Believe me, I wish it wasn’t” Somewhere inside his mind he should make a permanent note in conformity with Never Let Remus John Lupin Drink Again or at least Never let a drunk Remus Lupin go to the bathroom by himself because he might come back without his pants. “Wait a second here,” he said and turned his back at him. James then almost got punched less than a minute later when asking for the bartender if he could take his pants off for his friend. Rude. However, he did succeed at his next try. Well, almost. “So the thing is,” he began once he was back, “I got someone to agree to give their pants to you. But,” he turned discreetly and pointed out to a table not that far away, “it’s that lady over there and she is only gonna give it if you kiss her” the “lady” he spoke about looked to be at least sixty years old and she hadn’t made such request, but the idea of seeing Moony kissing her did seem quite funny in his mind. 

[melancolialunxr]

Remus’ drunk brain had no time to care about the shame in being half-naked inside a pub -- he had time to dwell on it when he was sober and functioning properly again. “Alright,” he murmured to being told to stay put, and did his best to listen to the command, but it wasn’t fault the room was spinning a little bit and he felt himself swaying. His feet shuffled to try to keep himself upright and luckily James came back, so he had something to focus his eyes on instead of the weirdly angled floors. The werewolf glanced over when his friend pointed the lady, and frowned even further. “But I-- she-- her pants won’t fit me!” He argued miserably, pouting a bit as he looked back at James, the sudden head movement making him grip the boy’s forearm to steady himself. “I don’t have hips like a woman, James! I’m scrawny!”

[melancolialunxr]

💇 Magdalene

sent for my muse’s reaction to yours (💇) playing with their hair

He was leaving soon. He was leaving and he couldn’t take Seamus with him and Remus could feel his heart heavier than lead in his chest, like it could drag him down. He wasn’t too worried about life outside of the orphanage, because he’d figured it out for himself for a good year at least, but the letting go of the boy and leaving him behind felt horrible.

So when he crawled over to lay beside a sitting Seamus, resting his head on his lap and curling his body up until it was smaller, he had every sign of someone begging to be pet. His eyes closed with a happy sigh when fingers moved around his curls and he curled further into himself. Maybe the approaching full moon was making him just extra sentimental, too. “I leave in a month,” he mumbled, quiet and almost apologetic. 

[melancolialunxr]

⚘ caravan verse

sent for my muse’s reaction to yours (⚘) giving mine flowers.

Remus didn’t have a huge age gap between him and the new generation on the caravan, or at least not when he compared with the age gap he felt between them. He could be their father, most definitely, but he felt like an ancient spirit roaming the rooms more than just an adult.

His shoulders had been heavy for years with the weight of all he’d seen and gone through, it wasn’t his fault he felt a hundred years old. His body wasn’t in best of shapes either, he swore he sometimes heard his knees pop when he got up from chairs. So when kids ran by him giggling and messing around, he only rolled his eyes and sighed quietly at all their energy.

This particular time, however, one of the boys approached him, and he saw it on the corner of his vision from where he was carving out a piece of wood for fun, sitting on the steps outside his door. “What is it?” He mumbled, not harsh but not too friendly either, and looked up to find the kid who gave him nicknames standing there, the one who wasn’t afraid of him like many others were. And he was handing over some flowers -- certainly picked up from the area where they were staying, more just grass than petals, but the gesture was kinder than anyone had been to him in a while. “Oh,” he so eloquently put, letting down his knife to take the makeshift bouquet. “Thank you?”

[melancolialunxr]

⚕

sent for my muse reacting to yours (⚕) patching up a wound.

It was cold, likely too cold to get out of bed, but his throat was as dry as the Sahara desert. Remus tried to go back to sleep for as long as twenty minutes, but finally deemed it impossible, and wrapped himself in a blanket burrito to huddle over to the kitchen as quick as possible for a much needed glass of water.

Instead when he reached the room, he saw a familiar form leaning against the counter, surrounded by things that were presumably from the first aid kit that sat open on the table. “Ted? What’re you doing?” He mumbled, walking closer with squinting eyes and a furrow on his brows, wanting to examine what the hell his boy was up to. He caught a glimpse of red, and the familiarity of the scene made his stomach drop. It felt like looking at a living picture of himself, young and patching his bleeding wounds up on a dimly lit kitchen after a rough full moon, when he didn’t have the marauders. “What happened?”

[melancolialunxr]

*gives moony hot chocolate because full moon*

“MerlinMaryandJoseph, thank you, mate.”

[prongsy-blog1]

“I lost my pants - but I found myself.” ((hey friend! :D))

( meme. ) They were screwed. There was no other way to say it – they were both pretty damn screwed. James who had solemnly promised Mrs Lupin that he would bring her son back by midnight in the same state which they had left the house had already broken the promise at its fullest. First, it was past 4 a.m. Second, Remus was drunker than Cooter Brown and James himself was kinda high – well, high enough to find this whole situation funnier than he should. And now Remus was pantsless. “Oh, fuck me” he buried his face in his hands and took a very deep breath. “Alright, alright” he said and raised his head just to actually find Remus still semi-naked. “Where the hell were you last wearing them? Because the last thing I recall was you leaving for the bathroom. For two. damn. minutes, Moony!”

[melancolialunxr]

Everything was hazy and slow and Remus’ eyes were oh so heavy, he just wished he could close them and sleep, but James was making hard questions instead. Of all times, this wasn’t a time his brain was working. “I should be home,” he realized out loud instead, a furrow over his brows when he looked down at his legs to see his still naked legs. He was so sad. Because his pants were gone and because he was so drunk and because his mother must be worried. “James. My pants!” He whined, dragging the words, sounding more like a heartbroken little kid than before, all his mood swinging so quickly. “I lost them!”

[thescorcher-deactivated20250625]

“Really? Because 22% of sin sounds like… I don’t know… maybe a lousy handjob?”

[melancolialunxr]

“Oh, really? You think 22% would be a half-assed handjob and your count would still manage to be only 74%? Please.”

[imnotacharacter]

Send a symbol for my muses reaction to yours...

☕ - Waking my muse up gently.

⌚ - Waking my muse up rudely.

⚕ - Patching up a wound.

⚔ - Causing a wound.

⚘ - Giving my muse flowers.

☠ - Giving my muse poison.

🔮 - Telling my muse their future.

💇 - Playing with my muses hair.

👽 - Abducting my muse.

⚧ - Suddenly changing gender.

✬ - Asking them out.

⚙ - Spraying something in my muses eyes.

⚡ - Casting a spell on my muse (specify effects please).

👟 - Kicking my muse.

🎨 - Drawing my muse.

[clownprince]

[thescorcher-deactivated20250625]

Meeee for the house rules o/

10 house rules

The subject of inappropriate past circumstances involving certain people’s parents and Mexican alcoholic beverages will not be discussed.

Or even mentioned.

Sirius will NOT drink tequila.

Remus’ condition aka furry little problem will not be confused with some kind of weird fetish

Padfoot is not a pillow.

Shedding on the sofa is not allowed. Especially during full moon nights.

Playing the songs “Hungry like a Wolf” or “Who let the dogs out?” on repeat is not allowed. 

Sirius’ clothes won’t be touched by anyone. Nor his bike. And least of all his hair ,without his express permission.

Cuddling, however, is allowed.

Sirius won’t cook. Ever. For the sake of humanity.

[melancolialunxr]

@thescorchingone replied to your post

"…are you like a virgin or something?"

"No. That's why the 22%, obviously. I'm otherwise sin-free."

[melancolialunxr]

PSA!!

I’m going to be creating a blog for a mtf (male to female) Sirius. Pretty please help by voting on this poll to what her faceclaim should be. I put together pictures of the four options to make it SUPER EASY for y’all, since they’re underused. VOTE!! (yes, some are blonde, but dye/bleach/hair changing spells exist!)

ALEJANDRA ALONSO:

BRYDEN JENKINS:

JESSICA SIKOSEK:

SKY FERREIRA:

great, now go and vote here!

[melancolialunxr]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ understandable.

[chillona-deactivated20200528]

*when you follow and talk to ppl for months and don't know their damn name*

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