#wcrpspeed

[stainedpast]

There is almost a feeling of GUILT that washes over her chest, but also a one of softness. A smile paints her graceful features at their words, a little humorous. It was inevitable they rested after all the exhaustion they have faced, a one she has witnessed herself. ❝ They have. None were displeased. ❞ She reassures, never being one to lie to them with trivial matters as this one. ❝ Are you alright, my lord? ❞ There is a subtle concern in her tone, staying beside them as they stand, arm ready to interfere should they lose balance.

@wcrpspeed cont from x

[knightrope]

( starlight shines through the window and casts its silvery glow ) ➥ the serenity of the outside contrasts what's going on within the room. nyota's hands are planted firmly upon her hips , stern gaze trained on her daughter. she's trying to remain calm, trying to remember that when she was mandy's age, she was certainly up to much worse. " you wanna run that by me one more time ? what was goin' through your head, baby ?"

@wcrpspeed , call.

[arachnidiots]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @wcrpspeed , CONTINUED FROM HERE !

legs crossed on the chair, liam finds the space quite easy to be relaxed in. the summers home in their adolescent years were hot and sticky, humidity making the conditions brutal. the space, a little too warm, with incense in the air, feels simply like a morning day. their fingers make work braiding the ends of their hair, hands growing otherwise restless, and their mind too aware of the way it feels against their skin and falls blocking their vision.

“for the most part. i think for a lot of people miracles are proof of the divine, and like for your people, the will of the divine.” liam’s not quite sure where they sit on the subject of the divine. they leave it there. “i think miracles are the improbable and the extraordinary things in life. sometimes we can explain it, it’s just that the odds were so fucking low, and the circumstances asking for sacrifices too fucking great that we just didn’t see the outcome as possible, or we didn’t see it at all.”

smile on their lips, “most of the miracles i’ve found are people, if that makes any sense at all.”

[lupiinee]

private and selective remus john lupin from the world of harry potter. anti-jkr. anti-atyd, anti-cursed child

an independent constructive look at chronic illness within the wizarding world through rp . lycanthropy not as a metaphor but as a deliberating, painful, and harmful chronic illness that affects a persons psyche, physicality, personality and relationships with others and themselves using muns personal experience as a frame of reference

verses from the marauders era through to the end of the second wizarding war available. AU verses to be discussed prior with minor plotting to ensure we're both on the same page. not duplicate friendly. (sorry) this blog tends to focus on post-marauders lore, do not follow if that doesn't appeal to you.

this blog is very remadora focused. do not follow if you don't want to see it. this blog does not engage in ship wars, and acknowledges both bisexuality and second chances at falling in love

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING : this blog contains EXTREMELY triggering material including but not limited to: descriptions of bodily functions, self harm, suicidal ideation, chronic pain and c-ptsd. follow at own discretion.

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[lupiinee]

NAME : Peter

PRONOUNS : they/him (preferred, but all pronouns welcome)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: discord, tumblr IM's, wire

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Remus John Lupin. But I also write spock (/prcspcr) five hargreeves (/temp0rtal) the 12th doctor (/12elfth) a star trek multi (/wcrpspeed) and jack russell (/wirwolff)

BEST EXPERIENCE : always making friends and just getting to talk about these characters

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : untagged unorganised blogs, triggers not tagged, icons that are so oversaturated and 30x30 and unbearably small,

MUSE PREFERENCES : muses with a form of duplicity. duel natures. fighting those duel natures. parts of them that are hidden off from the world. simps.

PLOTS OR MEMES : memes are best for icebreaking. but i love plotting too

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long long replies. i want to write as much as possible but i try and match my partners as much as possible

BEST TIME TO WRITE : literally whenever i get five minutes.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : yes. and no. we're both disabled and queer. both in love with punks, but remus is far braver and kinder than i am. i can be a right twat at times.

Tagged by: no one i stole this!

[lupiinee]

🍒 for uhhhh temp0rtal. Or maybe prcspcr. Or how about wcrpspeed? Some of my fave blogs, would love to hear your opinion on them 👁️👄👁️

[stainedpast]

Maybe it is the lightness of the way she carries herself, the need to be stealthy that it has become more of a habit, a part of the way she now paces amongst crowds and empty spaces alike. She does not mean to startle them, the guilt of doing so apparent on her features. Her eyes dart to the ground immediately, not allowing herself any further glimpse of their suffering face, the skin evident of their battle against a sickness she wishes to take off them and onto herself for they are needed, she is not, never will be. ❝ Forgive me, my lord! ❞ She pleads for forgiveness, ducking her head, body crouching gracefully yet swiftly to capture the object of their desire, the mask in her hand a little cold now, a couple of wet spots from their escaping tears are ran against by her delicate fingers. It eats at her chest, but she says nothing in the regard; it is not her place to begin with. ❝ Here. ❞ Both hands are brought together to offer the mask politely, chin against chest as arms stretch to bring it closer to them. ❝ They will be arriving here shortly. ❞

exhaustion doesn't wane from him , but it is now mixed with this pain && anger at himself . it wasn't particularly king like for him to fall into sleep during a moment of discussion . there was DISAPPOINTMENT in his chest && he wondered if some of those in his court who doubted his rule , felt now they had more to support their claims . solanis felt his jaw tighten , but quickly relaxed it , as doing so felt like it would shatter what teeth he had left .

grateful for the ASSISTANCE , solanis walked silently with them back to his chambers . slowly , though . still feeling drained from all energy . once in his chambers , solanis watched as she left to fulfil his orders . opit && aspher would come shortly , he knew as much , so long as they were called for that was the main thing . she left , B peeling the golden mask from his face , a rush of cool air hitting the welts on his skin . he took a deep inhale , then felt a swelling of emotion in his chest , in his heart .

it didn't take him too much by surprise , but the way his eyes filled with tears , did . solanis tried his best , but before he knew it , water was POOLING down his cheeks . head lifted as she came back , solanis scrambled , reaching for his mask but knocking it down onto the stone ground below .

[knightrope]

" oh, baby... " she murmurs as she tenderly brushes her hand over her temple, carding her fingers through mandy's hair. she cares for steven the same way that her parents cared for his. one could even say that this situation was inevitable. nyota well knows that if the tables had been turned, jim and carol's son would have thrown punches as well.

" fine, i won't. but you know, he may find out anyways. i think he'll be more understanding than you might think. " of course, she may still hear a small lecture on reining in her emotions, but she has faith that spock will show more empathy to the situation than anticipated. " him and your uncle jim have no secrets between them, and i don't like keeping any either. but, i'll hold back because you asked me. " call it a secret between a daughter and her mother.

" now, tell me where it hurts the most and we'll get started there. "

❝ it wasn't like they were just making fun of some stupid thing , ❞ mandy said , deflated . ❝ they were making fun of STEVEN . calling him a nepo baby or something like that . how he only got his place in starfleet because of uncle jim . && that's not true . ❞ she shuffled slightly . ❝ okay maybe it's PARTLY TRUE , but mom , you should have heard what they were saying . you would have gotten upset too . ❞

this was a loosing battle . mandy knew this . she had overreacted , && she had lashed out . && even though her mom was trying to understand , chances were that she had DISAPPOINTED them both in her emotional reaction . as mom sat beside her , taking her hand in her own , mandy felt tears spring to her eyes . the soft comfort of her mother soothing the anger that flowed through her veins . && knowing that at the end of the day , mom did understand && did forgive her .

❝ i'm SORRY mom . ❞ she said quietly . ❝ i dunno how you guys do this walking away thing . ❞ she wiped a tear away with her uninjured hand . ❝ it's not like i wanna make a habit of this , trust me . don't tell dad . ❞

[stainedpast]

Sad is the beat in her chest when their initial response hits; she should have chosen better wording. The gentle tap on her hand should be assuring, but it is not, only more saddening for she can barely distinguish between their GENTLENESS and WEAKNESS. Oh how she wishes she could give them her own health if possible. The world needs them, not her.

She is ready to hold them when they fail to stand, but allows them enough autonomy so they don’t feel helpless, hopeless. Again, she chooses the wrong words, wrong question this time; of course they are not okay. A sigh not audible to them escapes. ❝ Of course, my lord. ❞ As instructed, she aids them into standing, giving them the time they need before guiding them to their chambers. She is worried, but it is unwise to show it, so she keeps it hidden behind a neutral face. Once there, she makes sure they are in the most comfortable, possible posture before carrying on with the rest of their orders, calling for the healer and the kings guard, only returning to wait for further instructions and to be his company as they arrive.

❝ maybe they were not , but i am displeased with me , ❞ solanis murmured softly before shaking his head , tapping her hand gently with his own gloved palm . ❝ ignore that comment , ❞ he told her . he is then careful as he gathers his strength . standing is NOT easy right now , && solanis lets his shoulders heave before sitting down once again .

he lets the moment pass , inhaling gently , golden eyes falling sad as they were then asked if he was okay . no . he was tired , he wished to rest , wished to sleep . he ACHED . longed for absolution && resolution -- two things that would never come to pass . resting his elbow against the chair arm , solanis let his free hand guide across the mask he bore . feeling the warm metal against his blistering skin . ❝ i am ... well , ❞ he responded after a moment . ❝ i think , i will return to my chambers . if you will assist me , && then call for healer aspher && my kingsguard opit ? ❞

[knightrope]

( frustration builds up at her temples and the bridge of her nose ) ➥ the situation is reminiscent of their own escapades as young cadets. she's thrown a few punches , but ultimately her studies and her place in starfleet had been far more important than the satisfaction of bloodying her knuckles. ( sometimes. )

she couldn't be angry at mandy for simply wanting to defend her friend , and if her daughter had deemed it worthy of rage, it very likely was.

pulling in another deep breath , nyota moves to sit next to her, taking her injured hand gently in both of her own. " being angry --- pissed even--- " a light smirk appears and its gone as quickly. " is normal, warranted i'm sure. but, i also want you to understand that violence isn't the answer to everything. throwing punches and getting kicked out of establishments is badass and all that, but i don't want that to become an answer to all conflicts. you understand ? "

mandy was terrible at eye contact . she BLAMED that on dad if she was honest . vulcans considered eye contact to be intimate && extremely taboo , && mandy had inherited that from her dad . of all the things she could inherit , it had to be that right ? couldn't be the way he kept his cool when confronted with stuff . head tucked away just for a moment , as mom kept her hands against hips in a disapproving manner .

mandy shifted the ice pack just ever so carefully from her jaw before shifting her gaze . ❝ mom , it's no big deal , ❞ she said , trying to blow it off as much as she could . with that mandy shifted back , crossing her arms over her chest . ❝ steven tried to de-escalate the situation but i dunno , i just got so piss - ❞ she stopped immediately before glancing over . ❝ ANGRY . ❞ she corrected .