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Remus Lupin

"I'm not much, but I'm all I have." ~ Phillip K. Dick ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Joe Anderson

NAME: Remus Lupin

AGE: It depends on what part of the timeline we're writing in. For AUs, I typically put him in his late 20's or early 30's.

EYES: Amber

HAIR: Sandy brown

HEIGHT: 5'11

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Remus' clothes always look threadbare, worn, and/or patched. He does his best to appear neat and tidy, but can't always hide the age and wear of his clothing. Sometimes his clothes also appear too big for him.

Personality

To the public at large Remus usually seems quiet, shy, and bookish. His voice rarely comes across as confident (except, perhaps, when teaching.) He basically does his best to go unnoticed. He's a kind man at heart, offering understanding and support when and where he can. For those lucky enough to call him friend, you might also get to see his bravery, and his quick (almost biting) wit. Certain aspects of himself are reserved for those he doesn't mind noticing him - those he trusts.

Powers & Weaknesses

Remus is a relatively powerful wizard who's capable of doing wandless magic. In school he applied himself to everything equally - not because he had plans for his future, but because he want to prove to himself (and everyone else) that he could. He also wanted to make Dumbledore proud, since he was the one who'd stood up for Remus and allowed him to attend Hogwarts despite his condition. If things had gone differently, he could've been an amazing auror.

Unfortunately, Remus is also a werewolf, which makes holding down a job in the Wizarding World practically impossible. His world revolves around his curse, and makes it very difficult for him to live a normal life (or for him to put his trust in new people - especially wizards.)

Romance

Romance usually takes time. Even if Remus thinks someone might be receptive to the idea of a relationship with him, he will give himself a million reasons why it would never work, and why the other person would be better off without him in their life. He really has NO self-esteem in this respect. Basically, he needs a lot of time... and maybe a not-so-subtle nudge... or three.

Where to Find Him

This depends pretty heavily on which part of his timeline we're writing in. Tell me what time period you're interested in, and I can offer up a handful of ideas for how to get us started. :)

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Remus Lupin is a canon character from the Harry Potter universe. A lot of what you’ll find here is canon to the books. This canon universe is my default when writing starters, etc. unless you ask me for something AU.

As a werewolf, Remus has spent most of his life fearing what he is... what he's capable of. Although some are willing to overlook his curse, too many more shun him for it. He lives his life expecting to be treated poorly, and is always pleasantly surprised whenever someone is willing to accept him - curse and all.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Remus isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

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Cabin in the Woods

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I ask that you please keep in mind that there is only so much about Remus that’s actually canon - the rest is much more about perception. And if my perception differs from yours, telling me (while it might spark an interesting discussion) probably isn’t going to make any difference in how I choose to roleplay him.

I have watched the movies and read the books more than once (except for Deathly Hallows - that one is too hard for me to get through emotionally.) However, please know that I do not have a photographic memory, so if I make a mistake with something don’t be afraid to tell me. As long as you’re not rude about it, I promise to hear you out. ^_^

My preferred verse is post-PoA, but I’m willing to give Maurauders Era a whirl, if you’re willing to be patient with me. ^_^; However, be aware, if you come into my Ask Box, or tag me in a post (which it’s perfectly okay to do) I will typically respond post-PoA.

If you want to roleplay with Remus at a specific point in time, please ASK ME FIRST! Chances are I won’t say no, but I just need a heads up. Like all good characters, he changes depending on the timeline and I need to know so I can get myself in the right ‘headspace’.

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Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

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[the-heart-vigor]

Closed|| Big city lights

@thebamfblueelf

The sky was blue, vividly blue, even though a cold wind was blowing that day. But Huor was confused and probably scared because he did not know where he was. This place had nothing to do with his homeland. The people who were walking up and down the streets wore strange clothes and they were glaring at him. Huor did not understnad why.

He looked back at them in dismay, not knowing what to do that moment. He did not utter a word because he doubted that they would understand a word. Those people were certainly foreigners, and he did not know if he should trust them. He just stood still and silent, unsure of where to go. For this city was vast, he could see it. He did not like it at all.

Huor was so melancholic that moment, and he felt tired as well. He was trying so hard to understand what had just happened to him but he could not understand a thing that moment. He was still standing still, looking at a man who was coming towards him. “Le suilon, mellon-nin” Huor spoke in Sindarin. “I am Huor, the son of Galdor and Hareth.”

[cardshcrp]

@thebamfblueelf // continued from here.

Remy is tired. That’s his only real emotion, just complete and utter exhaustion - he isn’t quite sure why he’s so damn tired. Sure, he’d been busy, but that didn’t explain how heavy his bones felt or the fog in his mind.

Hell, he’d been in bed since he woke up, just staring at the ceiling. 

Right up until a bamf tugs at his hair, chittering anxiously, and he groans, head tipping back slowly to blink at the little creature. His eyes are dull, and he just sighs, rolling over. 

And then it’s pummeling his cheek, insistent, and a little spark in the back of his mind tells him something’s very wrong. And if a bamf was coming to get him - 

Kurt.

He struggles upright, drags on the first shirt and pants he can see, ignoring the fact that his top is on backwards and inside-out; his arms are too heavy to lift again - and then he’s stumbling forward out of a cloud of sulfur, the little creature dragging him along to see - 

Kurt in free-fall off a cliff. 

It’s enough to shock him awake, and he’s tripping in his haste, all that heavy tiredness gone in an instant like he’s just broken free of molasses. “What are you doing?!” he screams, and his voice cracks, utterly petrified.

[jigensass]

Peers at Doktor Strange, from the darkness, like the creeper Nightcrawler is.

“Kurt? What are you doing in the corner?” He turned around smiling at those yellow orbs in the darkness. “I didn’t even hear you bamf in, did you want your return to be a surprise?” His wide smile turned into a smirk. “Is everything alright? I’m not upset you left for so long, we both have jobs to do, things to protect...”

[iceicebcbbya-blog]

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“Hey, Eiffel 65! Wait up.” Some day, Bobby muses, his crappy jokes are going to get him punched. “What are you doing later? After classes are over and the kids are doing what kids do? Because there’s this new pizza place on Lexington Ave that we definitely have to try.”

[mybrothersavenger-blog]

✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage. A wild Nightcrawler appears to make Wanda tea.

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“Now how did you know Chai was my favorite? You are quiet a charmer.” she mentioned taking the steaming mug and softly setting it down on the table before her gesturing for the other to take the empty seat across from her in the quiet cafe.

[kissmyshield-blog]

“What were you thinking?!”

He growled and looked at him “I’m fine..I..” he grunted and winced “Can take a hit..”

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[speedemoned-blog]

thebamfblueelf replied to your post:jean-paul beaubier still uses a flip phone pass it...

“LAAAAAAAAME”

          “i’m calling the police on my economic           flip phone. i don’t have to pay for data           and shit on this thing. save a fortune.           that’s why i’m so rich.”

[kingofhollowearth]

Gone to the Forest ~ Kurt/Oberon

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Kurt paused, biting his lip as he looked to the man. Oberon was so sweet. Too good for him in some respects. He didnt want to spiral down that negative thought train though already having derailed it earlier.

“It is nothing, mein shatzi.” He breathed out going to finish the last bit if the cleaning feeding the wild Bamfs along the way as he did so. “Just thinking of my friends. They tease me as they have not met you. Then my sister and closer friends tease on when we will get married since I am..” he hummed and turned smiling being a bit dramatic for fun. Hand on his forehead he cluched his chest as he spoke. “As I am running away to the woods with some mysterious older mann who they have never met but I am so madly in love with I am throwing away mein old life.” To which he snorted and laughed warmly shaking his head hand up and smoothing hair back from his face. “More like I am actually going to retire und spend time living a life I want with a person I want. Bit ach people are dramatic.” He smiled to Oberon at that shrugging as he hopped up to sit on the counter watching the fae.

He watched his lover closely as Kurt first began to speak of his friends, trying to see and understand more than just the words.  He could see how their relationship as it was might seem odd (or even troubling) to Kurt’s friends.  Truthfully, as happy as the other made him, some part of the Fae had always assumed Kurt would eventually move forward with his own life and leave Oberon behind.  The king had seen himself as little more than a hindrance to the life Kurt deserved.  

Now, all of those assumptions had been turned on their heads (and some part of him breathed easier knowing he was what Kurt wanted.)  Oberon chuckled as the mutant mimicked his friends’ concerns, watching the melodramatic posturing with amusement.  Both brows shot up at the mention of marriage.  Marriage…?  Was that something Kurt wanted?  With him?  Knowing what he knew now, the notion seemed far less unlikely.  Kurt wanted to stay here with him - permanently.  But he shouldn’t just assume, should he?  Moving over to where Kurt sat on the counter, the Fae stood in front of him and reached out to gently cup his jaw, brushing a thumb across one cheek.  “It has been a very long time since I was called ‘husband,’ but I would welcome the name from your lips… if that is what you wish?” 

For the first time in awhile, Oberon found himself longing for Hollow Earth so he could take Kurt there and make this offer properly.  He knew the perfect place - an open domed temple where all four seasons converged.  It was a sight to behold.  He could, of course, summon up the illusion of it… but he knew it wouldn’t feel the same.  Perhaps one day he’d find a way, but for now all that really mattered was Kurt’s answer.    

[musecaravan]

Learning to Live Again - Kurt / Gelert

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“We can… fool around when we get to Germany und I have a better… grip on was all is happening.” He nodded to that sighing lightly before going to take his soulmates hand. Lifting it he kissed at his knuckles. He did feel so connected to this man. More then he ever expected possible. But he had never expected to have a soul mate. Not really. Not like others. With what he was, some monster really, he thought himself impossible.

The bath was uneventful as Kurt didn’t want to try for anything. Gelert was right. It would be distracting and they had a flight to catch. Which was easy enough to achive though Kurt did cling to the man more then he wanted to admit to. But this was and had been a lot quickly for him. A proper whirlwind with the only stable thing in it being Gelert. Not that Kurt minded, he was use to having nothing stable in his life so having someone was a blessing. But he was scared, he was worried, and his emotions were strung high and stayed as such all the way to Germany. Even through landing and lugage he was wound tight and kept at least a hand or his tail wrapped around the man scared of what he would find here.Gelert chuckled, feeling a little sheepish.   “I promise I’m not some sex-crazed mad man or anything.  The bond is just… I’ve never felt anything like it.  I promise to control myself, even when we get to Germany.  This trip is so you can find your family, so that should come first.”  He let out a soft sigh that was equal parts contentment and longing as Kurt’s lips brushed over his knuckles.  The blond still couldn’t believe this was all happening!  A soulmate!  After how many centuries?!  

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Gelert chuckled, feeling a little sheepish.   “I promise I’m not some sex-crazed mad man or anything.  The bond is just… I’ve never felt anything like it.  I promise to control myself, even when we get to Germany.  This trip is so you can find your family, so that should come first.”  He let out a soft sigh that was equal parts contentment and longing as Kurt’s lips brushed over his knuckles.  The blond still couldn’t believe this was all happening!  A soulmate!  After how many centuries?!  

True to his word, Gelert helped Kurt with his bath without too much teasing, and before he knew it they were on a plane with their fake passports and headed to Germany.  His soulmate seemed nervous and on edge; Gelert could practically feel it himself, so he let Kurt stay as close as he liked, not caring about any looks that were shot their way.  This man was his everything, and no one was going to take that from him or make them feel lesser for it.  Not ever!

Once they’d landed and collected their luggage, the blond nodded towards an airport café.  “Do you want anything before we head out?  To go, even?  And if not, what’s our next step?  A hostel, maybe?  Or is there someplace else you know you want to go right away?”  Kurt’s tension was palpable; Gelert just wasn’t sure what would work best to ease some of it away.  In truth, he wanted nothing more than to hold the man close and not let go until he felt the tension ease from all of those rigid muscles, but the blond wasn’t sure if that would be enough to help at this point.  He decided it was best to take his cues from Kurt for now.

[plainsimpletailorgarak]

[ pull ] to tug at my muses shirt

Garak sees the hand reaching for his shirt and catches his wrist. “What are you trying to do Mister Wagner?”

[starofhonor]

🚬

Steve looked between his cigarette and Kurt and then brought it back up to his lips with a blush. “It reminds me a home.” He explained “I don’t do it often but tobacco ain’t really changed it’s formula in the last few hundred years. An’ with everythin’ else around me changin’... I know it’s sentimental but I can’t help it none. Sides - an’ don’t tell the kiddies but I used ta smoke all the time back before the serum... Well I say all the time. When we had the money ta get asthma cigarettes.”

[cyberneticwinter-blog1]

💗

Bucky gasped as the other kissed him, it wasn’t rough. It was gentle and softly, he found himself not resisting and returning it slowly.

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[cardshcrp]

@thebamfblueelf // continued from here.

Remy had been antsy, more anxious than normal, and the reason why was glaringly obvious. The shifter hadn’t ever really done well with even friends, much less a soulmate, and his time had been ticking down faster and faster. 

He was flighty, very temperamental though he was nice, and he really, really didn’t want to lose out on his one chance at meant-to-be. 

When the timer hits four hours and counting, he boots himself from the house, makes his way to his favorite bar - and finds he can’t bring himself to drink, ’cause he’s a fool when he does and his stomach squirms at the thought. The bartender shoots him a dubious look when he orders food instead, but complies, and he waits out the rest of his time hidden in a corner. 

Fifteen minutes to go, and he bolts - he can’t help it, he has to get out of there. It’s too crowded and he’s stiff, uncomfortable. He’s in the alleyway in a blink, shifting in the comforting silence and taking a seat atop the fence. 

Despite himself, he’s asleep in a wink, lulled by the warmth of the nearby kitchen vent, only to blink away when a rather handsome fellow crashes onto his face, and Remy jumps down, pads over to sniff at him, curious.

Are you lonely too? the stranger sighs, and the shifter’s ears pin back, because oh right, fuck - and that must mean this guy was it. There was, well, there was no one else around and there Remy was, as a fucking cat, in front of a very human-looking soulmate.

He’d botched the first meeting. Fantastic.

So he does the next best thing, and he butts his head under the man’s palm, purrs extra-loud, and licks at his wrist, a tiny little flicker of sorry-sorry that he’s too petrified to say in person yet. Yeah, I’m lonely too. I also don’t know how to explain myself to you.

[thecagedbirdissinging]

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“A demon cannot judge me for my sin.”

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 thebamfblueelf replied to your post: *Gently pokes their tail*

“Oh meine gott, someone else who understands the tail troubles. Do people also pull your tail with out asking too?”

   { 🦎 } “It’s rude, is what it is. Reckless, too--I don’t know how this thing works. It could straight-up deck somebody and I’d be none the wiser until I saw it actually hit someone,” they replied in an exasperated mutter, before fully realizing that in order to reply to those words, someone else had to have actually said them. They jumped a little in surprise, and whirled to face the other. Oh... that’s significantly more blue than I was expecting to see. “Oh, okay, hi...?”