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Someone bring us a Grayson Greengrass please.

Yes, please! We would love to see a Grayson! You can read his bio here!

[lilyjane-e-blog]

“I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick skinned.”

It seemed with every passing month the full moons got worse. Though she desperately wished there was more she could do Lily was caught between a rock and a hard place. Getting wolfsbane was difficult these days and though Lily was actively trying to brew it she refused to give it to Remus until she was sure it was perfect. One mistake and she could kill one of her best friends and that wasn’t something she was willing to risk, so instead she was left rushing to his bedside to make sure he was alright.

Remus Lupin was one of the best people Lily Evans had ever met. He was sharp as a tack, smarter than anyone she knew, and as docile as a sleeping kitten. The love she held for Remus was so much deeper than just her boyfriend’s best friend because looking at Remus as just a Marauder was an injustice. He was Lily’s friend far before she even so much as glanced at James Potter, and had weathered storms with her that not many others would have stuck around for. All the way back to first year Lily had known she could depend on the boy, that he was nothing like any of the other boys in her year. It was from there that they had fostered a friendship that had stretched years. 

Sitting on the edge of Remus’ bed his words stuck Lily like daggers, “I know, and that’s why I love you” she told him running her fingers through his dark hair, pulling at the knots and tangles. “You’re so strong, Remus. So strong. But it’s okay to be weak sometimes, you don’t always have to be strong” she assured him, quietly, “I know what everyone says bothers you. But you have to remember that people say things out of ignorance. You’re not a monster. You’ll never be a monster”, it wasn’t fair how these statements were tossed around. The prejudice against something Remus could not control. “You’re allowed to be weak. You’re allowed to be scared. You’re allowed to be sensitive. You’re allowed to be hurt” leaning down she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’ll always be strong and thick skinned to me. Remus Lupin, you’ll always be the bravest man I know”. 

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I need more Zefron in my life. Someone bring me Henry Carrington. Sofia Edgecomb would be great too. But seriously, Zefron plz.

Yes, please!

We would love to see both Henry and Sofia on the dash!

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As the person that plays two of Mary Maconald's connections and since she's just been updated, can I just say... SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE HER ON. You would make my week/holidays and I'll make you an aesthetic or something for doing so.

Mary is very much open for applications! Don’t forget about our holiday promo - we have a shortened application for biography characters and make acceptance decisions within 24 hours!

[the-wayward-werewolf-blog]

Resented Reunion

Hogsmeade Village  June 2017

Fenrir leaned his shoulder into the brickwork of the building as he stared down at his phone and squinted at the little screen as he tried to read the messages popping up against the glare of the sun. Glancing up and about the square in Hogsmeade there didn’t seem to be many other places that offered shade besides ones that were currently occupied, or the currently over-crowded stores. Fenrir was not a fan of the village in the summer time; all the local wizarding children were on break from school, and Hogsmeade was just as if not more crowded than it was during the winter holidays. That, and it was terribly hot outside. 

He hated having to leave home, but the last time he sent someone else shopping for food, they came back with more candies than real groceries. So he’d had to come do it himself. Well, not all by himself; technically he’d brought along one of the older kids to help him carry things back home. Not keeping good track of the teen had led to losing sight of them. Though Fenrir figured he’d know where to find them. 

Responding to the last couple messages sent Fenrir shoved his phone into his pocket and headed directly towards the candy store, weaving through the slow moving groups of people that lingered about the main square of Hogsmeade. Honestly, a couple old buildings, a dinky bar and sub-par candy store wasn’t anything to gawk at. Fenrir didn’t really understand how the place drew so many tourists. Regardless he pushed his way into the too crowded candy shop and looked over the crowded aisles, looking for a familiar head. 

Once he’d corralled the younger werewolf and practically dragged them from the candy store, they could finally go food shopping. The boy was less than pleased, walking briskly towards the grocer with a sour face. Fenrir trailed after the child, not feeling a need to keep pace with him. His eyes scanned over faces as they often did; there wasn’t much else to look at, being so tall. An oddly familiar face made the man look twice, and he slowed his pace until he stopped entirely. 

Was that. Lyall’s boy? Remus? Fenrir stared; it was odd, how strikingly the boy looked like his father at a younger age. The boy he’d bitten well over a decade ago. A warning, more like punishment, for Lyall’s foul words against his kind. It was strange to see that face, so many years later. No longer a terrified little child. Of course. He could be mistaken. It could just be someone who looked like Lyall’s son. Really, what were the chances?

Curiosity was getting the better of him though. Fenrir began to approach the man, pushing his way through the groups of people to make his way towards Remus. By the time Fenrir had made his way to Remus, the child that had been with him had found his way back to Fenrir. Looking just as sulky, now mad that he’d not only been dragged from the candy store, but that this whole grocery ordeal was being stalled. 

The child scowled up at Fenrir when approaching, then looked at Remus with a squint. “Who’re you?” The child asked Remus, glancing between the two. Fenrir gave the boy a light shove on the shoulder for his blunt question before asking Remus himself with an almost mocking grin, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You’re Lyall’s son, right? You must be just as stubborn as he is, still alive and kickin’.”