#remus transformation

[vampbloodbunny2]

Girls Remus

🤝

,, it's that time of the month"

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Recovery

@wolfstarmicrofic July 12, word count 983

First part

So here it is as promised the second part to prompt 9 - hurt/comfort. There may be a third part 😅

He was nestled between Remus’s legs, leaning his back onto Remus’s chest, a thick, warm blanket covering him and Remus’s long, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as if he might disappear at any moment. They were sitting as close to the fire as they could get without getting burned. 

The next full moon was close, and he could feel the wolf’s magic thrumming through his veins. He couldn’t understand how the rest of the pack wasn’t feeling as antsy.

“We’re just used to it,” One of the others said. Marcus, Sirius thought his name was.

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Sirius squirmed uncomfortably against Remus. After all the times his mother had forced her way into his mind to see what he’d been thinking and feeling, he had a huge aversion to anyone poking around in there. 

“It’s a wolf thing, we tend to block each other’s thoughts, but you’re screaming yours,” Marcus laughed loudly. “Believe me, I do not want to be in your head,” Marcus screwed up his face. Remus leaned his head forward and whispered into his ear. 

“Pretend there’s a wall around your mind. Yes, exactly like when you tried to block your mother out.”

“Wow, he got that quick. I can barely hear you now, it’s just a hum.” Marcus grinned at him.

Sirius let his head fall back against Remus, the warmth from his body, the blanket and the fire, lulling his tired body to sleep. 

He woke up on his side with Remus still wrapped around him. They were out in the open, the morning light waking the birds in the trees. He wiggled his body, testing his wounds. He felt great. He sat up, Remus’s arms dropping from his body and pulled up his top. The wounds that had been scabbing and red yesterday were now healed pink scars. Whatever they’d done to him yesterday had worked miracles. 

“Looks like the suppressant is out of your system,” Remus said from where he’d been sleeping. “Those claw marks should have looked like that weeks ago,” He added, tracing the marks on Sirius’s skin with his fingertips like Sirius had done to him so many times before. “I’m so sorry,” Remus had tears in his eyes, his jaw quivering as he tried to apologise. Sirius immediately lay back down, facing Remus and hugged him tight. 

“It’s not your fault. We’re together now and that’s all that matters.” He peppered kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. He brushed the tears away from Remus’s cheeks and held him tighter. This had always been Remus’s biggest fear, that he’d turn someone or worse, while in his wolf form. 

He found it strange that no one had disturbed them. Yesterday there were close to thirty people in the clearing. He spotted a few shadows winding through the trees and realised that they were giving them their space. He snuggled closer to Remus and savoured the time they had together. 

The other wolves were polite and didn’t ask many questions over the next couple of days, though Sirius was sure they were holding back. Sirius was dying to ask what was going to happen to him, but with Remus there, he guessed it wouldn’t be bad. He’d spotted Greyback a few times, but the pack leader hadn’t approached him, so he kept his distance.

The night of the full moon came. He stuck close to Remus, nervous of being with so many wolves. This would be his first time not alone in a tiny stone dungeon. The aches had started with the sunrise, and he had a ridiculous amount of energy. He ended up changing into Padfoot and racing around the camp to tire himself out. Apparently, some of the others quite enjoyed watching him and chased after him around the grass and between the trees. They were quick, but he was quicker. He finally flopped down next to Remus, panting and needing to catch his breath. 

Soon the sun began to set and the wolves gathered. Sirius and Remus followed the others into the wood away from the camp. They’d all stripped to preserve their clothes. Sirius had felt a bit self-conscious at first, but seeing the others not caring, he decided to just go with it.

It hurt like he knew it would. His body was torn apart and reformed to make way for the wolf fighting to be free, but once it was over he had Moony and the other wolves checking on him and making sure he was alright. 

It was the first time his wolf was free. He lifted his head and relished the feeling of the wind in his fur and the scents of the forest. Moony and Marcus’s wolf had to keep redirecting him when he strayed too far from the others, but there were so many interesting things in the forest that he simply had to discover. 

He woke up in the camp exhausted. He forced his eyes open and found Remus watching him. 

“You tired, sweetheart?” Remus asked, smirking at him. Sirius groaned and let his protesting eyelids shut. Remus chuckled at him. “Don’t worry, my love. You were determined to go on an adventure. Marcus and I spent the entire night herding you.” He stroked Sirius’s hair out of his face. “You sleep, sweetheart. I think you need it. I’ll get you up in a bit.” Remus kissed his forehead and left him to sleep. 

Turning into a werewolf was a scary thing. The recovery from the transformation and staying up all night was a lot, but so far, Sirius was just glad he could be with Remus and that he wasn’t alone. He had no idea what Voldemort had planned for him, but he was sure now that he’d had his first moon with the pack, he was about to find out.

Next part

[alwayshinny]

Hinny 💍 - The One With No Voldy and Where Everyone Lives

AU, where Harry happens to hear a conversation between his grandfather, Fleamont Potter, and his father, James. Fleamont, who has been looking weaker by the day, tells his son he knows his and Euphemia's time is coming to an end, and his only regret is not being able to witness Harry grow up and get married. This bothers Harry, and while on a playdate at the Burrow, he confides in Ginny, who responds as if it were the most obvious solution: "Then let's get married."

They persuade their families to arrange a gathering, and they con the Weasley brothers into decorating the backyard. Ron stands by Harry's side as his best man, while Luna is Ginny's bridesmaid. All it took was one look from Harry and Ginny to convince Sirius to turn into Padfoot to be their ring bearer/flower girl; his outfit consisted of a bowtie and a tutu (James, Remus, Gideon, and Fabian nearly fell off their chairs laughing so hard).

They made each other's wedding rings. Harry's ring was made from the metal from his grandma's old Auror badge (which Euphemia gave to her willingly) and the very first snitch he caught for the first time and gifted to her. Ginny convinced Fabian and Gideon to transform into a ring. Ginny's ring was made of her favorite green bubble gum (that was suspiciously similar to Harry's eye color) and twigs of their broomsticks as the band, which Harry convinced his dad and Sirius to smooth out and place an unbreakable charm on with an auto-replenishing charm on the bubble gum.

They both dressed themselves for the occasion, and Harry asked his mom and godmother Marlene to help him pick flowers for Ginny's bouquet. He smelled each one and was very picky persistent it had to smell like Ginny's hair. It took Harry HOURS until he was finally satisfied with the arrangement. Molly volunteered to make their wedding cake, and a few days before the wedding, Ginny told her dad in a very grown-up tone to wear a bowtie because he was walking her down the aisle on Sunday. Hinny asked Hagrid to marry them, and when it was time to kiss the bride, Harry was just about to protest/lecture Hagrid about how he should have asked Ginny for her consent instead of giving him permission "to kiss the bride" (the boy was Lily Potter's son and a true feminist at heart), when Ginny pulled Harry down and gave Harry a big kiss on the lips. The kid was frozen for a solid minute and then couldn't stop smiling as he followed his 'wife' around all day.

They made Fleamont and Euphemia's wishes come true.

Then, 16 years later, they got married again.

[chimuelo2005-blog]

AU where Sirius didn't go to Azkaban, so he gets to help Remus during the full moon pt 2.

*warning: mentions of body transformation, werewolf shifting, dizziness, nausea, etc.*

The wolf paced the room, claws scraping against the floorboards, muscles twitching under the bristling fur. The beast wanted to hunt, wanted to run, but Sirius… Sirius kept him tethered, like he always did. Hours passed like this. The moon rose higher, casting its full light through the window. The wolf prowled, restless but contained, as Sirius watched, never moving from his spot, keeping a careful eye on every movement, every growl. He was used to this — used to the way Remus transformed into something monstrous, but never losing that connection between them. He was patient. Always so damn patient.

As the night dragged on and the moon began its descent, the wolf’s energy ebbed. Slowly, agonizingly, Remus’ body started to shift back. Bones cracked and shortened, fur receded, and claws shrank into fingernails once more. When it was finally over, Remus laid trembling on the floor, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His skin was pale, slick with sweat, and every inch of his body throbbed with the after effects of the transformation. He felt like he’d been ripped apart and put back together wrong. Sirius moved instantly, scooping Remus up into his arms as gently as he could, holding him close, supporting his weight as Remus sagged against him, too weak to hold himself upright. His muscles screamed in protest, but he let out a long, shaky breath, the nausea and dizziness still there, but dull now in comparison to the sheer exhaustion. “Shh, I’ve got you,” Sirius murmured, one hand threading through Remus’ damp hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“It’s alright now. You’re alright.” Remus clung to him, his fingers gripping weakly at the fabric of Sirius’ shirt, his face buried in the crook of Sirius’ neck. He felt so fragile after a transformation, like his body was made of glass that could shatter at any moment. But Sirius was always there, holding him together. “I hate this,” Remus muttered, his voice hoarse, broken. “Every time…” Sirius pressed a soft kiss to his temple, his breath warm against Remus’ skin. “I know. But you don’t have to do it alone.” Remus leaned into the touch, his body sore and shaking, but his heart steadying in Sirius’ arms. He let out a shaky sigh, feeling Sirius’ hands running soothingly down his back, the familiar warmth of his presence soothing the raw edges of his mind. “Thank you,” Remus whispered, his voice barely audible, too drained to say more. Sirius smiled against his skin, holding him just a little bit tighter. “Always, love. Always.”

[arliedraws]

I trust that Snape was a very good Potioneer and whatnot, but I still think about the fact that even the person who is a the BEST at their craft can sometimes make a mistake. What if something had happened to one of the Wolfsbane Potion batches—what if Snape had messed something up? Why was Remus curling up in his office as a wolf and not transforming in the shack the whole time? What if the potion had gone wrong and he escaped his office?

I mean, I guess when there was a basilisk was running around the school, it took most of the year to get the board to shut Hogwarts down, so perhaps that says something… But still. Maybe there should’ve been…more precautions…

[kingstarkingslay]

A short paragraph I had written about Wolfstar spending the full moon together:

“With a gentle whine, Moony lifted his head and nudged Padfoot’s snout with his own in a tender boop. The contact was both affectionate and comforting. Padfoot’s ears perked up, and he responded with a soft, playful bark, nuzzling Moony back with a deep, soothing rumble.”

[jehcee]

James: boy friendships are the best.

Marlene: nope, it's not a good bond unless you get your periods around the same time.

Lily: You guys can get high together but NEVER get low on hormones together.

James: ... right

Regulus: what about trans rights bitches?

Remus: ...

[gaybubblehead]

James and regulus’s first fight after they get together

James: see! You dont even care!

Regulus(muttering): meow…

James who didn’t hear it: and you dont have anything to say! Awesome. Great. Good to know you care

Regulus louder: me aoww!

James(confused): what was that…?

Regulus: meow!

James: love you are in human form

Regulus: meaw mawww?

James: you cant just say meow and get away from hard conversations! Thats not how it works

Regulus starting to turn around: MEOW MEOW MEOW! Meow, meow me aoww meow!

James following him out: I know I know you dont give a fuck and this is all Sirius’s fault. But can you at least transoform? Its weird to see you like this while you are meowing

[fictionalmenaremytype]

Can someone write me an au where James Potter wasn't home when voldy attacked, killing his wife and child and causing him to go fucking ballistic, please? Him killing Peter and panicking to Remus and Sirius afterwards? The three of them hiding out for years so James isn't sent to azkaban? James getting caught anyways and sent to azkaban only to find out a few years later that the child he thought was dead is starting his third year at hogwarts? Him escaping and immediately wanting to know why his friends didnt tell him sooner, only for Remus to show him a bag full of hair from his last haircut and the batches of polyjuice potion him and sirius have spent the last year or so brewing so James could be harrys DADA teacher (disguised as Remus) until they find a way to convince the ministry how his actions were justified? Thank you.

[kaaaaaaarf]

Remus as a werepossum. Send tweet.

[aeligsido]

okay but if you give a werewolf a sleeping pill or something like that before the full moon, they would still be asleep as a wolf, right??? did anyone even try????

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Pasta

@jegulus-microfic May 30, Word count 986

Previous part First part

They jumped up, as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. Sirius bolted upstairs to grab the bag they’d prepared for when this day came. 

“You ready?” James asked as he squeezed Regulus’s arm. Regulus looked up at him as he took deep, steady breathes. 

“The double heartbeat is getting stronger.” James squeezed his arm again. 

“You’ll be fine, I promise.” They headed towards the portrait hole.

“Oi, where are you lot off to?” Mary called across the common room. They stopped in their tracks, crowding around Regulus, as he’d begun shaking. They needed to get him to his potion and soon. 

“Nowhere, just fancied a walk,” Sirius turned his best smile on Mary. 

“Past curfew?” She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrow at them. Lily and Marlene snorted with laughter behind her as the boys tried to come up with a good excuse. Regulus grunted and they were pushing him forward. “Idiots,” Mary yelled after them. 

“Cya, McDonald,” Sirius waved before the fat lady’s portrait closed behind him. 

Remus pulled out the Marauders map from his pocket and opened it. 

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” Remus chanted as he tapped the parchment with his wand. “Filch is on the fifth floor, Mrs Norris is down near the kitchens, and McGonagall’s in Dumbledore’s office.” Remus kept the map out to keep an eye on everyone. 

They reached the seventh floor. Regulus dove into the come and go room and reappeared with his crystal phial in his hand. The contents were now blood-red. 

time, so“Okay, love, you have two options now. We can either go out into the forest, which will take more time, or we can ask the come and go room for a suitable space for you to change.” 

James took Regulus’s hand, trying to comfort him. 

“I still want to go to the forest. We’ve got everything we need in the bag, right?” Regulus looked at Sirius for an answer. 

“Yup. I packed the cloak, blankets, healing potions, bandages, books for Moony and food.”

“What food did you pack?” Peter asked, looking interested at the bag on Sirius’s back. 

“Sandwiches, crisps, chocolate for Moony, penne arrabbiata,” Sirius listed on his fingers as they set off towards the staircases at a brisk pace. 

“Wait, you packed pasta for an animagus transformation?” Remus questioned Sirius over his shoulder. 

“It was what we had for dinner when I packed the bag,” Sirius replied. 

“Sirius, that was over a month ago!” Remus said, horrified. 

“I put a stasis charm on it, don’t worry Moony, you don’t have to eat it.” Regulus groaned again, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably. James scooped him into his arms, and they broke into a run. Remus silenced their footsteps and kept his eye on the map.  

“I’ll, catch, up,” Peter wheezed when they slowed down when he started lagging behind, “I know where you’re going, it’s fine.” 

They crashed through the entrance doors, Sirius, twirling to fire a spell to close the doors behind them. Rain had begun pelting down while they’d made their way outside. 

The sky lit up again, the storm was right above them, the thunder was deafening. 

‘We’re nearly there, love.” James puffed under Regulus’s weight. 

“We’re not going far in, Reggie, don’t worry,” Sirius panted. 

They rushed past Hagrid’s cabin and into the forest. He and Sirius had picked the perfect spot. The trees were thinner, so while not a true open space, there was enough clear area for Regulus to transform safely. 

James carefully lowered Regulus to the ground, kneeling him in the crunchy leaves. 

“It’s time, love. You need to drink the potion now and say the incantation one more time,” James instructed. Sirius dropped down next to his brother and put his hands on his shoulders. 

“Reggie, you can’t be scared, okay? It’s going to hurt, a lot, but we’ve faced worse. The double heartbeat isn’t going to feel nice, but as soon as you transform, it’ll be gone.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Regulus’s and said confidently. “You can do this. You’re going to be amazing.” 

They moved away and Regulus unstoppered the crystal phial. Regulus lifted the phial to his lips and swallowed the potion. He held his wand to his heart and chanted. 

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus"

“Give me your wand, Regulus,” Remus told him. Regulus tossed it over and Remus pocketed it. 

James watched Regulus carefully. Nothing had happened. But then Regulus bared his teeth and the vein in his neck stuck out as beads of sweat covered his skin. He dropped forward onto his hands and grunted through the pain. His eyes were screwed tightly shut. Sirius took a step forward, but Remus held him back.  

Regulus’s form began to shimmer and shift. They couldn’t make out what he was turning into yet, but he was nearly there. He flung his head back, letting out a loud roar of pain, and then he fully transformed.

Stormy eyes glowed in the gloom. They blinked up at James as the cat got to his feet. But this wasn’t a normal cat. It was huge, the size of a dog. Not as big as Sirius, but still, it could easily be mistaken for a dog. He was black as ebony apart from a flash of white on his chest that reached out like a star. 

James knelt on the floor and held out his hand. The cat arched its back, bristling its fur and hissed at him. He pulled his hand back. 

“Reg, love. It’s me, James.” He said gently. The cat stopped hissing and peered at him with more intelligence than it should. It slunk forward and butted James’s chest with its head before sitting back. James reached out a hand and stroked the cat's head. “You’re beautiful,” He told him in awe. The cat purred loud as thunder as he nuzzled into James’s lap.

Final part

[that1nerd-20]

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list: favorites of each category are in purple, eliminated are crossed

The "love" ones: Bucky (Marvel), Boone (Twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla, Bandit, Bruno, Guinness, Diesel, Sparrow, Milo, Baloo (Jungle Book), Perceus or Percy/Perc (Percy Jackson), Winston (after a horse i used to ride), Balto (Balto), Bowser (Mario)

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (Marvel), Rooster (Top Gun), Jensen (the Actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar, Scooter, Reuben or Roo, Cappuccino or Cap, Angus or Gus (Disney's Brave), Dakota or Kota, Hawk, Drogo (GOT), damon (vampire diaries)

The "liked" ones: Bruce (Harley Quinn), Tyler (Twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Walter or Wally, Mudflap, Otis (Chicago Fire), Simon or Si (cod ig), Tango, Halo, Wedge, Equinox or Quin/Nox, Pluto (the planet)

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (Top Gun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!

[chimuelo2005-blog]

AU where Sirius didn't go to Azkaban, so he gets to help Remus during the full moon pt 1.

*warning: mentions of body alteration, werewolf shifting, nausea and others.*

The moon was almost full now, its silvery glow spilling through the small window, casting long shadows across the room. Remus could feel it – every nerve in his body was screaming with the approach of the transformation. His skin tingled, and nausea coiled tightly in his gut, making him dizzy. It was always like this, like some creeping sickness that started days before the actual full moon, building up slowly until it became unbearable.

Remus tried to focus on his breathing, gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white. Sweat gathered at his temples, his muscles tensing under his skin as if they knew what was coming. It was going to be worse tonight. He could already feel the way his body ached more than usual, his joints throbbing as if they were preparing to tear themselves apart. Sirius was nearby, lounging in the armchair next to the fire, his eyes flicking to Remus every few minutes, filled with concern but staying quiet. He knew better than to say anything, not when it was this close. They had done this dance too many times to count, but Sirius was always there. Always. That fact had been one of the few constants in Remus’ life, and tonight was no different.

The minutes dragged, and Remus’ head swam. He could feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest, quicker now, erratic. His hands shook, and when he tried to stand, the room spun violently, his vision blurring. “Sirius—” His voice was barely more than a rasp, thick with strain. In an instant, Sirius was there, a steadying hand on Remus’ arm, his face inches from his. “I’m here, love.” The tenderness in his voice was almost enough to break through the haze of pain. Almost. Remus gritted his teeth as the first sharp wave of agony hit, his knees buckling under the force of it. He sank to the floor, clutching his sides as the transformation began. His bones cracked loudly, the sound sickening in the quiet of the room, and he let out a guttural groan, fighting the scream that wanted to escape his throat. His spine stretched, pulling his body forward, twisting it into a new shape. His skin burned as coarse fur sprouted along his arms and back, his jaw elongating painfully into a snout. “Fuck…” Sirius cursed under his breath, watching helplessly as Remus writhed on the floor, muscles rippling and contorting. It never got easier. Remus' hands dug into the wooden floor, his fingernails splintering as they extended into claws. His senses were overwhelmed by the change — the nausea hitting him full force as his ribs cracked, expanding, his entire body growing larger, more beast than human now. He growled, his breathing was erratic, every inhale sharp and painful as the wolf fought to take control. Sirius stayed close, but kept just enough distance, crouching down at Remus' side. He knew the drill. Wait. Don’t touch. Not until the wolf had settled. Remus, or what was left of him beneath the wolf, could sense Sirius even through the haze of red-hot pain and rage. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was still that part of him that loved Sirius, that didn’t want to hurt him, no matter how much the wolf wanted to lash out, to sink its teeth into something. His yellow eyes darted to Sirius, wild and dangerous, but recognition flickered for just a second. Sirius. “You’re still in there, Moony,” Sirius whispered, his voice steady, grounding. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

wolfmoon, come cast your spell on me

wolfstar oneshot / rated M / werewolf transformation

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Remus cries and cries and cries. Like a child wanting his mother, he cries.

“It hurts! It hurts!” is all he yells, he thinks. He can hear himself, a faraway, muffled voice, like he’s screaming from behind a bulletproof glass, a few meters away. He wants to reach out and take his own hand, but he doesn’t even see what’s in front of him.

Whispers in his ears turn to shrieks, sounds and textures and smells wafting through him like a whirlwind, trying to make sense of the world around him, to asphyxiate his heightened senses.

He smells the musk and pine of the woods, the rot of the logs in the bog, the thickness of the clouds, the school’s chimney smoke, aftershave, magic, golden pastries, toothpaste, dust, the soft perfume of a dog’s slightly oily fur, the sweetness of an emotion he can’t seem to grasp anymore, the slight tang of blood and dirt. He hears frogs croaking, worms squirming, the river running, pages being flipped, twigs snapping, crickets chirping, leaves crunching. The taste of his own screams bubble on his tongue, heart beating so fast it warms his chest like a bonfire, hammering against his ribs like it's trying to crawl out of the overwhelming heat that has him burning up.

He shakes, weeping, rocks back and forth, clutching at his searing chest. More whispers. "Please, please, please," comes his strangled voice.

[charliextea]

Remus - Transfem

Gender comes for Remus in the spaces between the binary. What They know is They are not a boy. They’re not a girl. They’re more a girl than they are a boy, but they’re not a girl.

Gender comes with the feeling of wearing a dress and a mustache and pretty green lipstick and telling a man with a stick up his ass to suck her dick in the most feminine tone she has. Gender is proud cleavage some days and binding others. Gender is letting her snake of a boyfriend call her every name under the sun except girlfriend. Watching other people try to figure her out. Refusing to explain her presence or her presentation to anyone who asks.

Gender is anything outside of what is accepted by the family members who tried to mold her into a perfect son. Refusing to be binary no matter how hard she’s pushed. Not performing femininity and just being fem, at the very center of her being, not caring if it’s pretty to the outside world. Too many layers and clothes that don’t look right to others but feel right to her. to Them. In this moment on this planet They are irrevocably Themselves.

Hello! full disclosure that as a transmasc person transfem doesn’t really fall in my wheelhouse, but I did my best! I pulled more on the nonbinary than the binary trans experience (since that’s where I fall on the spectrum), so feel free to tell me how I can improve if I’ve royally messed this up! I’m always ready to learn.

I have a story that goes along with this, but I can’t write it aesthetically so… maybe I’ll post it separately some other time. I spent like half an hour trying to make those words up there word and I can’t look at words any longer.