#moonymarauding

[moon-gf]

<< one: he’s sitting on my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name’s… >> 

 — a remus lupin moodboard

[leadkiss]

mr. and mrs. hearteyes mcwerewolf? iconic. 

[pawpriint-blog]

            he  must  have  been  a  sight  to  see     ;       stretched  out  on  the  sofa,  feet  dangling  off  the  armrest  and  with  his  head  resting  on  the  lap  of  his  friend.       needy      for  attention  and  the  comfort  of  remus'  fingers  running  through  his  hair       (       desiring  the  feeling  of  them  so  badly  that  he  bumps  his  head  against  the  fingers  of  his  friend  from  time  to  time,  hoping  that  he'd  just  get     the  bloody  hint  already.    )         "    m o o n y     !       you  should  pay  more  attention  to  me,   i'm     bored.     "            @moonymarauding  //  ♥’d

[leadkiss]

      “You don’t really have to follow me everywhere, do you?” She really ought to have expected this, given what she knows of the life she’s been raised to reclaim. To live as a child in the trees was one thing, that little bit of privacy only a few steps away from her back door, but now she’s in a castle with a keep. A place that has no back doors, because they’d be just another angle from which a zealous assassin might take aim at her throat. “There’s hardly any windows here, and they’re all so high up—” Doubtless they’re only there to allow steam to escape the bathing pools. // @moonymarauding 

[apcgee-a]

moonymarauding / remus

            “Ah. You’re one of Sirius’s friends.”  Her smile was brittle; she didn’t think much of her little cousin’s choice in companions. Yet he was young and bound to have some fun. No harm in that, really. No matter what Aunt Walburga raved about. In her opinion, antagonizing Sirius about it would only make him rebel harder. Not that Walburga listened to any opinion save her own. 

“Did he not come with you? Don’t tell me— detention again.” A small laugh. The Three Broomsticks was crowded with the  Hogwarts students freed for the weekend. She was waiting for Narcissa; since Andromeda’s defection, Bella had taken care to see her other sister whenever possible. Yet neither Black had appeared so far, leaving Bella lounging in a corner with two Butterbeers, sticking out among the teenagers. 

@moonymarauding​ | starter call

[fiightcrarchived2]

6, 11, 17

✉      //      A.      ➝      @moonymarauding.

VI.      do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying ?

well….   i don’t think so ?   habits, yes most definitely.  but as for hobbies, well, aside for collecting cool weapons and working out a whole lot, she doesn’t really have anything ?    what some people might find odd is the fact that she’s indeed willing to drive hours to just find that good spot for stargazing. 

XI.       what is something that would make your character fly into a rage ?

being a girl with a very short fuse, it doesn’t really take much.   but there are very specific triggers to it, too.   put someone she cares about in danger.    or put yourself into harms way if she should care about you.   she’s not above knocking people out for their own safety.    repeated use of the petname ‘ princess ’.   general stupidity tbh.      animal- and child-abuse.

XVII.       does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children ?

in a word : yes.     but she cannot have children, physically incapable of ever becoming pregnant.    that is,  should the opportunity arise she’ll adopt a little girl from an orphanage in the blink of an eye.   she knows firsthand how horrible and frightening they can be, and if able to help she will.     as for marriage : it’s the shallow dream of little girls, but she knows better and have basically given up on the notion     —    electing to instead throw herself wholly into her job, as the apple pie life has never been in the cards for her.

[caesiitas]

@moonymarauding  💙

                    ever since he could remember, there had been a handful of rules his parents tried to enforce. first there was the  typical set  that consisted of things like no sweets before dinner  ( as if )  or shoes inside the house. they were  RIDICULOUS  in his mind of course, and like most small children teddy had found a way to untangle himself from accountability through a mixture of perseverance, cunning, and the general effect of being a seven year-old. there was one thing they had remained adamant about, and for whatever reason, teddy had never pressed them on it. maybe it was how they’d looked at each other when they’d first told him or the  constant  reminder to stay in his room when the moon was full, but something had stuck. nevermind the fact that he was already supposed to be asleep past the hour of nine  —  the rule itself was alright, but he could do without the senseless repetition.

                    they had mentioned the  boogie man  too many times...  now he was indifferent towards it. so that night when he couldn’t sleep, teddy set his feet on the ground, bored, thirsty, and with every intention of addressing at least  ONE  of those problems. he rubbed his eyes with a tired hand and started down the stairs. the clock on the wall chimed five, and for a moment he thought he heard the scurrying of  feet  over the top of it. he peered round the corner, ready to see his mum getting ready for work.

                    what he found instead was a monster in his  living room.  it was just like those stories that mr. weasley had tried to scare him with. only taller, and far more real than he cared for. teddy took a nervous step backwards, but the floorboards  CREAKED  under him. the thing turned, and for the first time he caught sight of the  grizzled fur  and sharp teeth. it’s paw shuffled, and he could hear the sickening drop of it’s  claws  against the floor...  it looked at him for awhile. the blue-haired child stared back, finding the golden eyes nestled into it’s skull to be something he recognized. the truth of the situation came together for him, but it wasn’t as comforting to understand as one may have thought. his heart was pounding away in his chest, too scared to move and too unsure to open his mouth. then, in the next few moments, something  changed.  the werewolf in front of him made a sound more akin to an  injured puppy  than a horror movie. it was the first of many though, and the noise that came next cut deeper. it’s spine twisted in front of him, giving the young boy a perfect view of it’s teeth as it howled in agony. he stood there while it’s body turned inwards on itself, legs collapsing, grotesquely clawed fingers snapping back on themselves till they resembled something vaguely human again.

                    he held his hand over his mouth. teddy could feel his own voice  quivering,  breath caught deep in his throat  —  he did not remember moving, but regardless, his back hit the wall at some point. when he fell down it was  sudden.  remus’s son cowered somewhere behind kitchen table, and to his credit, he held his head between his knees and tried not to listen.

[leadkiss]

REMUS.

     “Well, I didn’t like you before either so—”

      “Parts of you sure did.” // @moonymarauding