#taken wizard

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE LEGISLATOR get what he deserves?” He is NEUTRAL & is CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → rodolphus lestrange pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1950 - september 1951 face claim → jack falahee blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → defence barrister in the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → member of the death eaters, husband of bellatrix black

— he is best described as ;

The scent of a DARK COLOGNE sprayed in an EXPENSIVE alchemy shop. PLUM fused with DARK WOOD and the DUSTY PAGES of LAW TEXTS read long into the night. He is an INTENSE stare. KNOWING EYES that discover all your SECRETS, whilst making you feel WARM and IMPORTANT like sipping a large glass of french WHISKEY in a private STUDY.

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

Rodolphus Lestrange has never questioned the nature of his reality, nor has he ever had a reason to. Born in the opulent beauty of Lestrange Manor in Gloucestershire into fine silks and doting parents, Marie Lestrange had known what it was to grow up in a city surrounded by muggles, muggle-borns and half-bloods and she had never been happier than when her new husband whisked her away to the British countryside. Rodolphus lived a charmed yet solitary childhood with only his mother, father, younger brother RABASTAN LESTRANGE [brother] and their house elves for company. Rodolphus recalls his childhood as a highly-engaging and loving one, with stories of his legacy before bed and days spent playing happily with his brother in the rose gardens of their home. From the noble houses of Lestrange and Lenoir, Rodolphus has often been told he was destined for greatness. Thiebuat Lestrange had worked closely with numerous Ministers for Magic, having even unseated one with other members of The Sacred Twenty-Eight when he had disagreed with him getting into office. 

Although he attended the glittering balls and parties held by his parents and their families growing up, Rodolphus had always found his family different from the others. The Lestranges were an impregnable fortress, who valued family above all else. Their parents had always maintained that when everything was said and done, Rodolphus and Rabastan would only have one another and while it was their greatest wish for them to find true love as they had done, blood would always be thicker than water. Hogwarts School was not just a chance for education for Rodolphus, but at the instruction of his family it was a chance to strengthen bonds with other notable families. Sorted into Slytherin, Rodolphus struck up friendships with BELLATRIX BLACK [close friend/potential love interest] and ARISTAEUS GREENGRASS [best friend]. Both families were of interest to his parents, but Bellatrix in particular was someone they wanted him to befriend. Having found a love match, his mother was dead against the idea of striking up a marriage pact with one of the other families, but had cited Bellatrix as someone she was interested in for her son. 

In the beginning he had found her company pleasant, but the older they grew the more outrageous he found her, until by their final year, he struggled to recognise her at all. Rodolphus had always been clear in his view on blood purity. Their families were the best that The Wizarding World had to offer and their blood and lineage made them destined for careers in high places. The torturing of muggle-born children, sparring matches with notable idiots like CHARITY BURBAGE [adversary] and the barating of blood traitor teachers, which Bellatrix enjoyed parking in, were in his opinion a wasted way to get that point across. Power came to those who knew how to appeal to the masses whilst silently pushing your own agenda. Aligning himself with Bellatrix increasingly felt more like risk than reward, so instead he spent his time with Aristaeus, DECIUS FLINT [best friend], CORDELIA DAVIS [former friend], NATALIA SIMINOVA [close friend] and LUCIUS MALFOY [close friend] who he found far less tiresome despite Lucius’ over inflated ego. A personal favourite of Horrace Slughorn, Rodolphus graduated a member of The Slug Club and celebrated Slytherin with immaculate grades.

Quickly he accepted a job at The Ministry of Magic working as a legal assistant for Bellatrix’s father CYGNUS BLACK [former mentor]. Cygnus was the best in his profession; and Rodolphus was focused on learning as much as he could from him. His first ten years working in law Rodolphus was blind to the world around him, working and winning cases until he was finally a defence barrister for The Ministry. With his mentor now a judge for Wizengemot, Rodolphus was looking for legal help and found it in the form of his middle daughter ANDROMEDA BLACK [colleague/potential love interest]. An accomplished witch, Rodolphus found her much more like her father than her sister, though he noticed she approached cases with a sense of humanity rather than his sheer determination to win. Andromeda cared about her cases, which despite his better instincts he found admirable. Rodolphus fell in love with her somewhere in the plethora of late nights spent at his flat pouring over cases by candlelight, but he feared he discovered his feelings when it might have been too late for them both. 

The death of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] plunged Rodolphus into a new world. A disgraced American werewolf, Rodolphus was confident SILAS CRUMP [former client] had not committed the crime he was accused of, but another name kept propping up instead. In the time he had been focused on elevating himself at work, Rodolphus and his brother had grown distant, wrapped up in their own endeavours. It hadn’t been clear to him at first, but Rabastan’s name came up again and again. In the wrong place at the wrong time, or with the wrong people. At first, Rodolphus was concerned, gathering evidence away from Andromeda. Long into the night he would pour over the photographs from The Halloween Ball, circling the people and reading over their interview notes. The more research he did it became increasingly clear that Silas was indeed the unfortunate one. It didn’t take a genius to work out Booker’s death had been the work of a spell rather than a werewolf, but it was only when AMELIA BONES [former colleague] began sniffing around his brother and subsequently died after speaking to Rabastan, he could no longer hide his suspicions. 

Gathering evidence Rodolphus laid it out for Rabastan and was told he had joined the cult of a mysterious man known to him as THE DARK LORD [person of interest], with Bellatrix introducing the two. Rodolphus was livid. Not only had his brother signed his life away to a man he barely knew, he had murdered people for him and risked his own safety in process. For the first time in his career Rodolphus went against his better judgement and buried evidence for his brother, throwing the case of Silas and actively allowing REGULUS BLACK [legal assistant] to help him frame MASON TREMBLAY [person of interest] for the murder of Amelia to defelect attention from Rabastan. Although he vowed he would not assist Rabastan in his affairs again, Rodolphus knows it will not be the last time. With more cases piling up on his desk, it is only a matter of time before he faces another knock at the door. Outside of his work Rodolphus has been investigating into the group and the man his brother now belongs to, all under the nose of an increasingly suspicious Andromeda, who he’s trying to spare having to make the same difficult decision.

  — he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD and readied for war ;

[jvnart]

I saw him today and had to doodle him between working

[that-bitch-kat3]

conan gray = sirius black

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell) Scene from the Uberwald Grand Sneer

[shadowjinx2906]

It’s crazy how much information spinning in my head lately is just Marauders Era fanfictions and head canons.

[violetwolfraven]

The Wicked movie has only affirmed for me what I already knew from the musical and that is that Elphaba has two hands.

[chillinglikeashilling]

I wonder if part of Suvi's desperation to know a clear 'right thing to do' is because one of her earliest memories of making a decision was bathing Eursolon.

Truly if I perceived one of the only times I took initiative as the direct reason my friend could never see their own family again I would never elect to make a decision that effected anyone else for the rest of my life.

Anyway, despite being a Wizard apologist, I truly loved the end of the episode. Hacaea, the woman that you are.

[hello-eeveev]

can we. can we talk about how in the final lucien fight, Essek failed to resist the slow effect from one of the eyes (he rolled two natural 1s in a row). canonically, he was weighed down with with so much shame and guilt that he could barely move—the same guilt that he is seriously considering going back in time to undo—and he didn’t use his fortune’s favor reroll to try to alleviate it.

but he did expend his mote of possibility when he struggled to pull Caleb out from under a building. no hesitation.

so. so. was he saving his fortune’s favor for the mighty nein? had he already decided not to use it for himself?

homeboy really said “I would break the world to undo my sins, but I will bear them if it means you survive.”

[droodlebug]

Another small peek into my sdv portrait mod in the works... plus a look at some of the sprite work i've been doing for it. Particuarly george's wheelchair and his face that's in a whole different style which has always been annoying to see but even moreso since I started using a wheelchair myself and have become more visibly disabled................ I guess i should just call this a visual overhaul for the characters at this point lmao

[silverskye13]

Trying to draw my Oath of Conquest paladin, take two.....

[starlittragedies]

some people in this fandom really need to get their posting privileges taken away cause every post i see is all about TRAGIC JEGULUS

LIKE I GET IT, THEY’RE THE POSTER CHILDREN FOR TRAGIC SHIPS BUT I DON’T NEED A CONSTANT REMINDER

cause wdym james is a starchaser, chasing a star that is much too far away from where he is standing, trying to get close to it but only being forced to admire from afar because whatever he does isn’t enough. that the cosmos, the fates, destiny is what gets in way???

wdym regulus is a sunseeker because he seeks for the warmth and comfort the sun emits as all he’d known in his life was the cold… how he seeks the sun even though it could burn him, damage him, engulf him in burning flames which he would never recover from???

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE MOON get what he deserves?” He is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → remus lupin pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → joe keery blood status → half-blood (werewolf) sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → photographer for the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

The person to offer you the last square of CHOCOLATE, nibbled SECRETLY in the light of the fridge, with a nudge and a TEASING SMILE. COMFORT in human form, he is your favourite woollen JUMPER you search for on COLD NIGHTS that still fits despite how you’ve grown. QUIET & CAUTIOUS like the EVENING, he is the fun MEMORIES in the DARKNESS and the MYSTERIOUS HOWL that ECHOES in the MOONLIGHT.

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

A man whose heart is filled with gentle warmth and kindness, anyone who calls Remus Lupin a friend is incredibly lucky, although they are within a select few. Born to a muggle insurance office from Cardiff who fell in love with a wizard, Remus was raised in Cardiff. As a young boy, Remus was curious and eager to learn about the world. Lyall Lupin captured Remus’ imagination from an early age.  A senior advisor for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Lyall’s knowledge of magical creatures was unchallenged and Remus grew up searching for mermaids in Cardiff Bay and looking for werewolves in Wenallt Forest. Little did Remus know that it was a werewolf who would eventually come looking for him. Around Remus’ fifth birthday a number of muggles had gone missing in Cardiff, their bodies mauled in what the authorities thought was an animal attack, but Lyall knew better. A werewolf was on the loose, and Lyall had an idea of who it was. FENRIR GREYBACK [maker/adversary] had told the questioning committee he was simply a wizard in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Lyall knew the signs of lycanthropy and would not so easily be fooled. 

Lyall voiced his concerns at the trial, suggesting Fenrir be detained till at least the next full moon, losing his temper in the process. Fenrir was released and disappeared back to Cardiff without a trace. He would not forget Lyall’s comments and on the next full moon crept through his son’s open window and bit his small body savagely. Remus awoke writhing in pain. He doesn’t remember much from this period of his life but the severity of the bite which was still etched into his skin and the werewolf venom coursing through his veins was his first living memory that haunts him to this very day. His life was changed thereafter and sadly he can remember no different. His parents tried desperately to help him, fashioning chains in the basement to keep him safe during the full moon. So began his story with self-hatred. Remus despised what he had been turned into, he had learned about werewolves. They were spiteful and wicked and now he was infected with their same cruelty. He tried everything to stop the transformations but sheer willpower was not enough and after too many comments had propped up from his school about strange marks on his body his parents were forced to pull him from school. 

Like his father Remus had shown magical promise, leaving his mother and father worried about how he would be educated due to his condition. Lyall’s good friend ALASTOR MOODY [friend] had suggested Lyall be candid with the headmaster and it was due to the persuasive powers of ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [leader/former headmaster] and a firm promise that he would keep an eye on Remus that he was allowed to attend Hogwarts School alongside his peers that following September. After the bite, Remus had learned to keep himself to himself. It was better to not attract attention to himself, which was fairly difficult at times. At his core, Remus was a fun loving, intelligent and witty boy, which to the joy of his classmates he showed in the odd moment. His first friend at school LILY EVANS [close friend], was more perceptive than most eleven year olds and had learned the key to friendship with Remus was not to ask too many questions and make clever quips quietly to one another about the assigned reading or their less academically gifted classmates. It was perhaps this friendship with Lily that first put him on the radar of JAMES POTTER [best friend/housemate], though he knows now it was a multitude of things. 

His dorm mate was one of the most popular students in his year, amongst his friends and fellow dorm mates PETER PETTIGREW [best friend/housemate] and SIRIUS BLACK [best friend/housemate]. Although they got on the nerves of a fair few people, Remus landed on the side that he found them amusing and enjoyed their casual chats before bed and silently appreciated their attempts to get to know him. Their persistence to know him was the best thing that ever happened to Remus and although the most terrifying thing in the world was waking up in The Shrieking Shack after a full moon to find all three boys staring back at him, he has to this day never been more grateful for a singular event. For the first time he has true friends and the marauders came to know and love him even better than his own family. They didn’t care about his condition, in fact they learned to become animagus to accompany him on the full moon. Remus came into his own, a brighter and happier boy who would partake in practical jokes and parties by The Black Lake the boys became known for. Hogwarts was a happy time for Remus, a safe place to learn about himself and have responsibility given to him. 

He graduated with outstanding results, having been a prefect and with a loyal and brilliant set of friends, completed perfectly by MARLENE MCKINNON [close friend], DORCAS MEADOWES [close friend] and MARY MACDONALD [close friend]. Upon leaving Hogwarts at eighteen, all of the same fears he had aged eleven flooded back to him. With no Dumbledore to look out for him, Remus knew he would have to manage his condition alone in the workplace. Accepting a job at The Ministry of Magic as a crime scene photographer and analyst and moving in with James, Sirius and Peter. What had happened to Remus had changed his life forever and instead of letting it force him into depression, he used it as the catalyst to drive him forward. His expertise was vital to The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, especially in the wake of the death of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest]. A suspected killer werewolf was on the loose, but the case did not quite add up to Remus, who knew exactly what it looked like to be attacked by a werewolf. 

Remus tried his best to get ALICIA AVERY-JONES [boss] to see to reason that Booker hadn’t been killed by a werewolf at all, but not wanting to draw attention to himself was forced to drop his quest and help The Ministry rule werewolf SILAS CRUMP [person of interest] as his killer. Three years on, Remus knows more. Now a member of The Order of The Phoenix alongside his friends; he knows that something much darker is at play and Silas Crump sitting in Azkaban weighs on him more heavily each day. With the guidance of FRANK LONGBOTTOM [mentor], Remus has been privately looking into Booker’s death for The Order; believing it might help establish some leads as to who may be hiding in the army of THE DARK LORD [adversary]. But with hate towards creatures on the rise and The Ministry trying to crack down on registration after the disappearance of ROSALIE FLINT [person of interest], Remus must try his best to help the cause he believes in without ruining his life and painting a target on his back, especially when there are those who can’t be trusted like SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary] who know his secret already. 

— he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD & LEVEL 6 WEREWOLF readied for war ;

[dredgesnails]

i think we deserve to see scar and joel teaming up in the life series again. but this time hopefully their alliance lasts longer than 1.5 episodes

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

deathseeker as the bartylus ship name because if i had to date either one of them i too would become a seeker of death

[nohtora]

trying to remember how to draw ft. some shadowgast

[edenorisshitposting]

Someone who knows how to make gifs, I need your help.

I think it would be of great service to the community if we had this gif

But with Gale in the wide brimmed hat