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acewitch-writes · 4 months
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My last snippet stirred up some interest, so here's another piece of that same story! This snippet is the prologue. Once I have more written, I intend to post it to AO3.
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“Are you sure you want to go in there alone?”
“He won't talk if anyone comes with me,” Remus responds, ducking away from his father's smothering hands clamped to his shoulders. “I'll be fine. Just trust me.”
Lyall sends an uneasy glance to his wife, Hope, and she nods. “Let him go, Ly. The boy couldn't hurt him even if he wanted to.”
Lyall hesitates a moment longer, chewing on his lip, before exhaling in defeat and standing back. “Alright. Alright. Just… just make sure Protego is enabled. Full coverage, nothing less. Stay back at least two feet from the bars. And shout if something goes wrong. Understood?”
“Yes, dad,” Remus mumbles.
“We'll be right here on the other side of the door.”
“I know.”
“Be careful.”
There's no need, Remus isn't in any real danger here, but he nods anyway. “Of course, dad. Always.”
The Sentinel at the door, clad in the trademarked black robes fitted with leather braces, winding belts, armored chestplate, and sturdy knee-length boots, waves his wand when Remus steps forward, unlatching the magical locks. The door creaks open on metal hinges.
Remus walks inside, trying to keep his head inclined in a show of bravery. But when it clanks shut behind him, he can't help jumping slightly. 
A voice chuckles from the shadows. “You're like a cat.”
In spite of everything, Remus feels his heart perk up. “Symptom of a bubble-wrapped childhood,” he responds to the shadows, eyes scanning the room before him. There is a metal holding cell taking up just over half of the room, bars humming softly with anti-magic enchantments. Huddled on the floor in the corner of the cell, Remus finally spots him.
Sirius. He's dressed in traditional black wizard's robes that must have belonged to his father because they appear to be a size too large. His long black hair is loose and disheveled, dull strands framing his tired, beautiful face. He regards Remus with wary silver eyes from his seat on the stone floors.
“They let you come in alone?”
“Not without a massive fight,” Remus admits. “My dad didn't want to let me.”
“I'm sure he didn't.”
“He thinks you're too dangerous.” Remus says this with a hint of accusation.
“Maybe I am,” Sirius says flatly. He looks down at his hands, secured tightly with silver manacles. “How long has it been?”
“Three months.”
Sirius nods distantly.  “My parents?”
Remus frowns. “Already sent away for reconditioning.”
Sirius’ expression darkens. “Regulus?”
Remus’ heart suddenly starts racing. “Him, too,” he lies. “They'll be assigned jobs soon.”
“Jobs,” Sirius scoffs without emotion. “Call it what it is, Remus. Your mum can't hear you on this side of the door.”
“It's better than death,” Remus points out.
“No, it's not. I'd rather be dead than sent to one of those horrible labor camps,” Sirius snaps. “And if you had any magic of your own, you'd agree.”
“You know that I agree,” Remus retorts. “But you went rogue. I don't know if I can get you out of this.”
Sirius pulls himself to his feet and limps over to the cell door. “Then break me out.”
“I can't.”
“All I need is a Spellcom,” Sirius insists, leaning against the bars imploringly. “Give me yours and tell them I nicked it.”
Remus takes a step back. “Sirius, I really can't.”
“Yes, you can. Just give me the damn Spellcom.”
“You murdered 12 people,” Remus bursts out, unable to contain it any longer. “Their families are outside right now calling for your head! One of the victims was a ten year old girl, Sirius. She was at the zoo with her granny, and now they're both dead because of you!”
Sirius’ expression turns to stone, hands slowly lowering from the bars. “That wasn't my fault,” he mutters coldly. “Dragons are meant to be dangerous and wild and free, not locked up in an enclosure to be gawked at by crowds of muggles. Their own disrespect for the beasts is what got them killed.”
“You let them out! As far as the law is concerned, their blood is on your hands.”
Sirius laughs with harsh contempt. “Godric, listen to you. Always the coward. I knew you were too soft to do what needed to be done.” He returns to his shadowy corner and eases himself back to the floor with a grimace. “Just go. You're worthless to me here.”
This stings. Remus swallows it back, resolve crumbling. “I wanted to help,” he whispers. “I thought we were going to do this together.”
“You would have just held me back,” Sirius says heartlessly. “You're too weak and spoiled. You wouldn't know courage if it slapped you across the face.”
“That's why you left me in the dark?” Remus guesses, heart splintering. “You didn't think I could handle it?”
“If you could, you'd hand over your Spellcom right now,” Sirius responds challengingly. He holds Remus’ gaze for a long moment, waiting, before snorting derisively. “See? You'll watch them ship me away before you ever grow some semblance of a fucking spine.”
Remus feels helpless. He wants to do it. He wants to reach into his pocket to hand over his Spellcom like Sirius is demanding. But there are so many Sentinels outside, he would never make it. And when he finds out that Regulus didn't survive, he'll get himself killed before ever letting them bring him back here alive.
Sirius is a ticking bomb, prepared to blow himself to bits if it means he'll at least get to die as a free man. Remus can't let it happen. He can't live in a world that doesn't include Sirius. Why couldn't Sirius have realized that before he did this stupid thing without him? 
Remus can't think of any other way out of this now. Sirius dug his grave too deep this time. Even with all the power and influence of the Lupin family at their disposal, they can't make this stain vanish. 
There's no other solution. Remus can't let Sirius live out the rest of his days in a labor camp, and he can't let him get himself killed in a violent escape attempt. Which leaves him with only one option.
Remus turns to leave without another word. He knocks on the door, and the Sentinel posted outside opens it at once. As he steps through the threshold, Sirius jeers one final insult at his retreating back. “Pathetic.”
The door slams shut. Remus feels the word curling around his chest, settling there along with all the vitriol and contempt with which it was uttered. Searing him from the inside.
“Are you okay?” his father frets straight away, eyes darting all over his son's body for any sign of damage.
Remus waves him away and lifts his head to face his mother with grave determination. “I would like to have Sirius Black reconditioned into my own personal Sentinel.”
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aithusarosekiller · 2 years
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Euphemia frampton hcs because I love her:
-called everyone darling
-FEBRUARY AQUARIUS (7th feb)
-hufflepuffffffff
-pan
-demigirl
-can speak 6 languages
-hopeless at maths (same babe)
-book hoarder
-the most perfect laugh ever, everybody loved it
-she/they
-graysexual
-very dramatic romantic, not ashamed (like mother like son)
-besties with flea
-only fleamont and her parents called her Mia, only bugs could call them efs. Everyone else had to call her either Euphemia or Effie
-loved oreos
- dog person (bugs was a cat person so they had to get a collie AND a sphinx)
-animagus was a fox. Just imagine them scratching their ear with their back leg and pulling that cute face foxes do
-child friend. Hope was mum friend and has to bring huge backpacks everywhere because Effie would always forget things
-they give off feminist author vibes idk. Lyall was their editor (bugs stayed at home to look after the kids and called up efs on the office constantly to ask how work was going)
-she proposed to bugs
- modern au Effie is the BIGGEST Phoebe Bridgers fan
-quidditch Captain (walphemia rivals to lovers yes please)
-CLINGY
-Fucking martini enjoyer
-horrendous cook
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petnews2day · 1 year
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Is it time to end cats’ right to roam? | Wildlife
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Is it time to end cats’ right to roam? | Wildlife
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There is an elaborate bird rescue mission under way in the town of Walldorf. As one of the last homes of the ground-nesting crested lark in Germany, the local district is eager to protect their three remaining breeding pairs. Consequently, they have ordered residents to lock their cats indoors over the summer for the next three years, or face hefty fines: €500 (£420) if a cat is caught outside; €50,000 if it takes an endangered lark.
“I’m really glad that’s happening,” says Peter P Marra, an ecologist at Georgetown University in the US and one of the authors of the 2016 book Cat Wars: The Devastating Consequences of a Cuddly Killer. This kind of policy is the right approach, he says, “but we shouldn’t wait until it’s down to a few individual birds.” In his opinion, no domestic cats should be out in the environment, anywhere.
In the US, the debate about free-roaming cats has been raging for years. Marra’s own work has shown that cats – mostly feral but also pets – kill billions of US birds and mammals every year. And while it’s primarily motivated by perceived risks from coyotes and traffic, 70% of US cat owners now keep their cats inside, up from 35% in the late 1990s.
UK cat owners feel differently: about 70% let their cats out, a similar percentage to other European countries. Access to the great outdoors is considered good for cats’ wellbeing, a position shared by charities such as Cats Protection and Battersea Dogs & Cats Home, and there are few predators to worry about. The EU has even declared that it believes in the free movement of cats. “It’s a massive societal difference [from the US],” says Robbie McDonald, a wildlife ecologist at the University of Exeter.
But cats are prolific hunters of wildlife in the UK and Europe too. A study published in April estimated that UK cats kill 160 to 270 million animals annually, a quarter of them birds. The real figure is likely to be even higher, as the study used the 2011 pet cat population of 9.5 million; it is now closer to 12 million, boosted by the pandemic pet craze. Seen alongside drops in bird numbers across the EU and the UK, it is “quite alarming”, says lead author and cat ecologist Tara Pirie from the University of Reading.
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Lyall’s wren, Traversia lyalli. Within a year of cats arriving on Stephens Island, the species’s last stronghold, it was extinct. Illustration: John Gerrard Keulemans
Such worrying numbers have now prompted the charity SongBird Survival to launch their “Friends Not Food” campaign, hoping to inspire cat owners to take action and limit hunting. So is it time to reconsider the British laissez-faire attitude to free-roaming cats? According to researchers, the science on cats’ impact is far from settled – but the answer is still yes.
It is well established that cats can have serious impacts on wildlife and even cause extinctions. The most famous example is Lyall’s wren, a small, flightless bird that once lived on Stephens Island, New Zealand. When Europeans arrived on the island in the late 1800s, they brought their cats, and probably within the year, Lyall’s wren was gone.
This story opens Marra’s book. In it, he argues that the domestic cat is not just an invasive species on small Pacific islands, but pretty much everywhere. As such, it puts native wildlife at risk wherever it is. “The evidence is so clear,” says Marra. “I’ve analysed it every way possible.”
In the UK and the rest of Europe, however, cat invasions happened a long time ago. Cats were brought from the Fertile Crescent to south-eastern Europe several thousand years ago, and then introduced to Britain by the Romans. “We’ve had a much longer history of dealing with any impact that they may have had,” says Philip Baker, a mammalogist at the University of Reading, adding that Britain and Europe have had native wildcats for millennia. “There’s at least some evolutionary history of that kind of predator that prey species would have evolved alongside.”
The problem, Pirie says, is “the sheer number” of domestic cats. On average, a British pet cat brings home around five items of prey a year. Researchers estimate this is about 23% of their actual kills, which makes it about 22 kills a year. Multiplied by the number of pet cats, it is clearly a huge number of lives lost. If you compare this with the collective population of native wild predators such as stoats and pine martens, Pirie says, cats “outnumber them something like fivefold”.
Should the British adopt the American way and ditch free roaming? It may already be happening
Though the relationship between how many cats live in an area and how many birds they take is not straightforward – for example, cats roam less when surrounded by neighbouring cats – there is evidence that when cat numbers go up, so do cat kills. A large 2019 study found that the number of garden birds killed by cats in France and Belgium has increased by more than 50% in 15 years, alongside an increase in those countries’ pet cat populations.
And while many birds visit gardens, conservationists are particularly worried about wild areas like forests and heathland, which are home to vulnerable species such as Dartford warblers and nightjars. Pirie’s study, which used GPS trackers to map how cats roamed around Reading, showed that cats living next to natural habitats visit them regularly. This means that although it is mostly urban birds such as robins and blue tits that encounter cats, rural species could be at risk, too.
It sounds bad, but not everyone is convinced that cats are actually putting bird populations under pressure. “The kneejerk reaction is that they must be having some sort of impact – they’re killing millions and millions,” says Baker. However, numbers can be deceptive. According to Baker, the birds most hunted by cats have so many young that they can afford to lose a lot of them. In the UK, he says: “I just categorically say there is no evidence of an impact.”
The UK’s largest bird charity, the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds (RSPB), is not particularly concerned about the impact of cats on the British mainland. Instead it focuses on what it says is driving UK bird declines: global warming, intensive agriculture and expanding towns and cities leading to habitat and food loss. “While we know that cats do kill large numbers of birds in UK gardens, there’s no evidence this is affecting decline in the same way that these other issues are,” said a spokesperson.
A big reason why they are less worried is the evidence that cats primarily take “the doomed surplus”: weak or injured birds likely to die anyway. In 2008, Baker led a study in Bristol showing that birds killed by cats on average had less fat and muscle than birds killed by collisions with windows. While there could be other explanations – such as birds having less fat in the morning when cats tend to pounce – Baker says that the fat and muscle scores were so low that the birds were “in dire trouble before they got killed”. Another study from 2000 found that cat-killed birds in Denmark had smaller spleens, indicative of a weaker immune system.
That said, cats do take birds in good shape, and Robbie McDonald says evidence from the US shows that large numbers of cats can have population-level impacts. “But it’s hard to generalise,” he says. Cats might pose a risk to some species some of the time; for others, not at all.
Most people who own cats are animal people. They don’t want to have this impact on wildlife
Dr Tara Pirie, University of Reading
Charlotte Bartleet-Cross from SongBird Survival argues that it’s about paying attention to birds already under pressure. “A lot of these bird species that are on the [UK birds of conservation concern] list are actually similar to the bird species that are frequently caught by cats,” she says. “This could be having a further impact on numbers.”
Take the greenfinch. An outbreak of the parasite-induced disease trichomonosis led to a 65% UK decline in the population in the mid-2000s, which landed it on the conservation red list. As a ground feeder, it’s easy prey for cats. Dunnock, numbers of which have dropped by more than a third since the 1960s due to disappearing food sources, is another ground feeder and frequent cat prey. It is currently on the amber list.
Although Baker sees no evidence that cats are responsible for UK bird declines, he agrees that there is a problem worth discussing. “Cats are one of the biggest welfare issues – if not the biggest welfare issue – for wildlife in this country, in terms of the number of individual birds and animals affected, and the length of time many will suffer before they die,” he says. The numbers of animals involved in badger culls and foxes killed for sport “pale into insignificance” in comparison, he says.
So should the British adopt the American way and ditch free roaming? It is possibly already happening. Though it is early days, a growing minority are keeping their cats fully indoors. And that worries Daniel Cummings from Cats Protection. “We’re not saying that all cats need to go outside,” he says, but if indoor-only became the norm, some cats “would have significantly reduced welfare”. Backing that up is a 2019 study that suggests many US indoor cats might not get the stimulation they need.
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Cat curfew: a handmade sign admonishing cat owners in Walldorf, Baden-Württemberg, where cats are to be kept indoors for three summers. Photograph: Dpa Picture Alliance/Alamy
Instead, Cats Protection recommends a dusk-till-dawn cat curfew, along with SongBird Survival and the RSPB which hopes it will be a “win-win”. Cats and birds are most active at dusk and dawn. “It’s a sensible compromise,” says Cummings. “You’re effectively reducing the risk of [the cats] getting in a road traffic collision overnight, and also reducing the risk of predation.” There is some evidence that cats do get hit by cars at night slightly more often than during the day.
To further reduce hunting, people can make their gardens bird-friendly and have their cats wear a colourful bib (the evidence on bells is less clear). McDonald’s research also found that feeding cats a diet with meat-derived protein reduces the amount of prey they bring home, as does playing with them for at least 10 minutes a day. “That’s the sort of thing that anybody can do,” he says. “And it’s really enriching the life of the cat as well.”
Pirie, who has spent much of her career studying wild leopards in South Africa, is also conflicted about confining cats permanently. She thinks cat-free buffer zones around conservation areas could be a good idea, but that the most important thing is to listen to people’s concerns and find compromises together. “Most people who own cats are animal people, they don’t want to have this impact on wildlife either.”
But from Marra’s perspective, none of it goes far enough. “I don’t think there should be a compromise,” he says. “It’s about people taking responsibility for their animal.” What that means, however, might prove to be a cultural difference.
This article was amended on 14 August 2022. It was the RSPB which said it hoped a curfew would be a “win-win”, not Cats Protection as stated in an earlier version owing to an editing error.
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urban-hart · 3 years
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I stayed up til one last night to get this super random idea just right. Still could use some work.
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de-sire-blog · 2 years
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💖 What do you like most about your own writing?
💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
(also I realised yesterday I've been tagging everything I reblog from you as berlin angle not anGEL 😇 hahah why am I like thiiis)
💖 What do you like most about your own writing?
Oh, this will sound extremely arrogant and I apologize! I'm not a delusional ass pls forgive me 😩
I think my dialogues are my strong point - they flow well, they sound natural and believable, and I genuinely think I'm pretty funny, so that shows in the dialogues I write as well. That's why I love writing about the Marauders' friendship so much - the banter is so fun!
💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
Ok, ok, that's so interesting! Let me give you one for every fic I've published!
I found you: Remus refused to have sex for the longest time because he didn't want Sirius to notice but then he found out what pillow princesses were and was like 'oh, yes, I need someone like that!', so he willfully abstained from ever being on the receiving end until he met Sirius. If I ever write that sequel, this will be a huge part of Remus' POV.
The Lab: Basil came from the animal shelter Remus' dad works for! Remus is not a cat person at all, which he even tells Sirius, but one time Lyall just dropped off this poor kitty because he was meant to be adopted and then the adoption failed, so Basil had nowhere else to go. And Remus is weak for strays as we all know :D
Berlin Angel: Helen worked as a tattoo artist and piercer, and she was most definitely ace. I wanted to write in that last part, maybe through a conversation between Sirius and Markus (they did end up being great buddies) but it never made the final cut, sorry!
(R)evolution: Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE can hear Sirius and Remus fuck when they are at the base. Like, it's a house full of werewolves with heightened senses, of course they do. And they give Remus so much shit for it, which he endures like a good sport, but makes sure no one bothers Sirius with talk like that. Why does he never ask Sirius to put up a Silencing charm? Well 😏 Where's the thrill then?
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imadhatt3r · 3 years
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I’ve written about Johnny’s heavy association with cats (both the animal itself and various cat-like mythological creatures (the western black cat myth and the eastern bakeneko)) here, but when I wrote this, I haven’t noticed how much Arasaka (or corps in general) are associated with dogs.
Johnny constantly talks about Arasaka putting people on leashes, something you do to dogs (usually, but you get what I mean). He says that in that “Clink. That’s the sound of her putting a leash on you” line after V says that maybe contacting Hanako wouldn’t be a bad idea and he says that Kerry “chained his gonk ass to the corpos” when he talks about him signing for a big record label.
The most noticable moment this parellel is seen has to be in the famous scene in “Gimmie Danger”, when Takemura and V talk on the roof. When he talks about his past, he says that “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”, while Johnny lounges with the cat in the background.
Cats and dogs are often shown as opposite sides of a conflict, two that will never get along. The image of a dog on a leash is a symbol of restriction, sure, but also obedience and, to some degree, self-control. 
I think it’s also worth noting that all cats we see in the game are strays: the one Johnny sees when he’s passing out after Alt’s kidnapping, the one who joins V and Takemura during their chat, the one that hangs near Viktor’s clinic... even Nibbles starts off as a stray before V takes it in. 
A dog on a leash is restrained, yes, but it also has a clear purpose. It’s on that leash to not blindly attack anything that was put in front of it. It trusts its owner to tell it what to do. A stray cat can wander freely, but that isn’t neccesarily a good thing. Many stray cats end up dead, hit by a car or due to illness or injury. They’re also incredibly deadly: they’re pretty much apex predators in most places they’re in, and capable of killing thousands of small birds, mammals and reptiles a year (I recommend reading up about the Lyall’s wren). Arasaka tower raid, anyone? 
It’s important to note that their association is very fluid. Takemura is the first one who actually notices a cat and he’s the one who actually tells V the story of the bakeneko. While Takemura ultimately proves unable to reject Arasaka, he isn’t afraid of questioning his orders, which puts him in contrast to Oda, who never actually doubts the Arasakas and what they want from him. Takemura also aludes to at least considering a different life (with the Nomads). 
Johnny is pretty explicitly associated with dogs near the end of the game (more thoughts in the post I’ve linked above). In some way, he did become more obedient (or prehaps loyal would be a better word) to V. 
As much as Johnny and Takemura seem like complete opposites, they do actually have at least some traits link them (or at least they seem to appreciate the others’ good sides with time, even if unconciously).        
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decennia · 3 years
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Hello hi yes can you tell us more ab Romulus and Apolline’s dynamic please? ✨💕
You know that song, "Always Hate Me" by James Blunt?
Limerence takes place outside of Hogwarts, after the Marauders' graduation. They're all celebrating the end of the year, and working out what to do with their new beginnings.
Romulus had been sent to recruit Remus into the werewolf ranks, but he needed an "in" with the group, someone to soften his return to Remus' life. Lyall Lupin had been extremely protective of Remus after the attack, and Romulus' sudden reappearance wouldn't be without their suspicions.
Apolline had been a happy accident.
He could smell it, she was the perfect candidate, enveloped in the scent of Remus. The cuff of her sleeve where she'd wiped a smudge of ink off his nose from a job application they'd paired up for at Flourish & Blotts. The scarf she wore that she'd nicked from him a year ago, but still, it lingered with traces of him. The three sickles Remus had owed her from a third year trip to Hogsmeade, hurriedly paid back five minutes ago to settle his debt, tinkling away in her pocket. When a wolf searches for a scent, it's hard to smell anything else.
But then there was the scent of her. And Romulus had never thought he would experience something so intoxicating.
It could almost be called love at first sight if Romulus believed in love at all. And, swallowing down a wolfish grin, he pursued. A cat and mouse game — where for once, Apolline wasn't the cat — a thrilling chase. It was the most fun Romulus had ever had.
He never intended to fall for her the way he did. He'd just needed a way to Remus and there she was. He'd never meant to hurt her.
But you asked about dynamic. And their dynamic is: a whirlwind romance, incredibly passionate (like them), protective, emotionally rife. Intoxicating. And yet, also sweet, and gentle, because Crookshanks knows what pain looks like, she'd seen it in her boys' faces — and Romulus craved nothing more than a gentle touch.
P.S. Romulus discovers he's a massive romantic and a big softie, I said what I said.
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serpentes-lupus · 4 years
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OC Interview: Tarra Lyall
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Before Year 6, Chapter 18
name ➔ Tarra let out a long yawn before rubbing her eyes. “Can I go back to bed? It’s too earlier.” She grumbled before sighing. “Fine. My name is Tarra Lyall.”
are you single ➔ At the question, the young girl blushed a bit and averted her gaze. “I...think so? Like Talbott and I have been on two dates now and he did kiss me on the cheek. He does know how I feel and I guess he has admitted the way he feels for me in his own manner. But we haven’t gone on any other dates nor made it official. Well, with the Cursed Vaults going on and Talbott preferring his privacy, I think it would be best to keep our relationship on the down-low for now.”
are you happy ➔ Tarra looked a bit confused before taking a few seconds to think about her response. “Yeah. I mean, I found my brother and he’s alive. I have friends who care for me and my parents are still around. Like, things could be better but I can’t complain.”
are you angry ➔ Again, Tarra became confused and even more off-guard. “Yes. I am angry. I’m angry that Jacob just up and left without making an attempt to stick around. I’m angry about what Rakepick did to him and us. I’m angry that...that I’m not strong enough.”
are your parents still married ➔ “They sure are. Happy at that too. Especially after they got over Jacob’s disappearance.” She said before realizing how she said then frantically waved her hands. “Nononononono! I didn’t mean that they were happy to get rid of him! Like, it broke their hearts and they were...rather apathetic with each other. But after accepting what happened and that Jacob was, probably, never coming back, they moved on.”
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NINE FACTS
birthplace ➔ “I was born in Cuenca, Spain. I currently live in Dumfries, Scotland. I moved when I was a baby but I would visit Cuenca during the holidays.”
hair color ➔ “Obviously, it’s dark brown,” she grinned as she twirled one of her curls with one finger. 
eye color ➔ “Hazel brown. Although, I’ve been told by various family members that they look bronze.” Tarra hummed before lightly shrugging. “Must have gotten it from my father’s side of the family because none of the Lyalls has my eye color.”
birthday ➔ “March 10th.”
mood ➔ “Eh? Like what I’m feeling right now? Tired. You did wake me up for this bloody interview...”
gender ➔ “I identify as androgynous. I have both masculine and feminine traits, and my style says so as well.”
summer or winter ➔ “Summer!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I visit my family in Spain during the summer, and I spend time at my uncle’s ranch and play soccer with my cousins! Celebrate birthday parties and go to festivals! Travel around Scotland, visit the grandparents and explore the old Lyall manor. I’ll probably get some souvenirs for the gang this upcoming summer. They’ve given me gifts before and I have returned few but I always enjoy sharing my cultures.”
morning or afternoon ➔ Tarra laughs before answering her question. “Strangely enough, I prefer the morning. I don’t know why but I like the stillness of dawn. Where it’s quiet and you have that momentarily peace to yourself. Now I can understand why Talbott prefers his privacy.”
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
are you in love ➔ Tarra become so flustered that her glasses fogged up. “I eh..ah..um..” she struggled to say before shaking her head. “Yes!” She exclaimed in embarrassment. 
do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “To a certain degree. You might have an attraction to someone but it might not be love. Perhaps it’s until you start to learn more about them, befriend and such that your feelings might develope to love.”
who ended your last relationship ➔ “I didn’t have a previous relationship.”
have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Tarra looked down in shame. “Yes. It was Barnaby’s. It was when my love note was read by Professor Snape and Barnaby confronted me about it. He thought I had a crush on him because I went to the Ball with him. I thought I fancied him but it was not romantic love. I should have been honest after that. I know that he didn’t take the rejection well. His cries still haunt me.” 
are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Who isn’t? But if you truly love that person, then you have to conquer your fear!”
have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔
have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I did, I guess that it was Barnaby. Especially after he talked to me after the love note was read out loud.”
have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yes.”
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SIX CHOICES
love or lust ➔ “What kind of bloody question is that? Love, of course!” Tarra exclaimed, a deep blush on her cheeks. 
lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade! I like that sweet taste with that pinch of citrus. Tea is just bland and bitter. Blah!” 
cats or dogs ➔ “I like both of them! They can be equally as goofy and playful. And each serves different purposes in different circumstances. You get to see a lot of their personality while they live on a ranch.”
a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “To be honest, I prefer a few best friends. Too many regular friends might just cause trouble. Like, I’m glad that I have friends in my life right now, but I believe a few of them I would consider my best friends.” Tarra said before scratching the back of her neck. “I don’t like the idea of choosing one over the other though.” 
wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Depends on who I’m going with. A wild night out would be with my friends. A romantic night in would be someone that I fancy, like Talbott. And if it’s a wild night out, then I have to be careful about which friends I go out with.”
day or night ➔ “Day. Despite me saying that I enjoy the stillness of the morning, I do like the activities and hustle of the day. The night doesn’t offer much for a teenager.”
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FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
been caught sneaking out ➔ “Yup. By Professor Snape, no less. He destroyed Andre’s broom! I still owe him one but I saw that he got another one. Still, best to have a second broom in handy just in case!” 
fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Like I’m gonna tell you.” Tarra huffed. 
wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Maybe a toy when I was a kid? But I can’t really recall.”
wanted to disappear ➔ “Who doesn’t? There have been times that I just want to be left alone, especially with all of the recent events.” 
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FOUR PREFERENCES
smile or eyes ➔ Tarra softly blushed. “Oh, we’re getting personal again. I guess a smile would be my preference.”
shorter or taller ➔ “That’s a tough one. Either height is okay with me. But if you want me to be specific, I guess if I’m dating a boy, then I would prefer them being taller. And if I’m dating a girl, I guess either height is no issue for me.”
intelligence or attraction ➔ “I guess intelligence? Super attractive people make me intimidated. Intelligent people might be playing a gamble though since they can be self-centered with their smarts. Or they can just be humble about it.” Tarra grumbled in frustration. “I don’t know!”
hook-up or relationship ➔ “Relationships, of course! Hook-ups may be fun for others, but not for me.”
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FAMILY
do you and your family get along ➔ Tarra softly sighed, becoming quiet before answering. “Well, depending on the family members. I get along just fine with my parents if that’s what you were wondering. My relationship with my mother’s parents is good too. They’re a bit uptight but know when to ease up. The same goes with my cousins on my mother’s side. As for my father’s parents....that’s a different story. I get along with my uncle, my father’s younger brother, and his kids but that’s it. I know that I have more relatives on that side of the family but I never met them.”
would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Not really? I mean, all is good back at home but after Jacob’s disappearance, things became rocky and lots of wizards and witches gave me and my family a hard time. Then again, muggles still too due to being mixed blood. Then there’s Rakepick and the “R” organization. But I wouldn’t consider that a “messed up life”. In fact, I really have myself to blame since I decided to seek out Jacob by unraveling the Cursed Vaults.” 
have you ever ran away from home ➔ “I have no reason to.”
have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No. Wait...I faintly remembered being with my parents. We were visiting someone but I can’t recall who it was. I might have been too little. But I remember shouting and screaming, and then, we were all ushered out. I guess we were kicked out. Does that count?”
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FRIENDS
do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “How could you ask such a question?! I don’t hate any of my friends!”
do you consider all of your friends' good friends ➔ “I think so. Many of my friends are good people with good intentions. Although, it is true that I do talk to some more than others. But overall, they haven’t done anything to wrong me.”
who is your best friend ➔ “My best friend? That would be Rowan. She was the first friend that I ever made coming to Hogwarts. She was the first to give me a chance when everyone else was quick to judge me because of the lies that the Daily Prophet had said about Jacob and my family. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, I might not have had any friends today.”
who knows everything about you ➔ “That might be Penny. I wouldn’t be surprised since she’s a popular kid in Hogwarts. It’s her job to know everything and everybody. It feels weird knowing that she might know about you before ever meeting her. It seems like an invasion of privacy. Aside from her, then the next person would be Rowan.”
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path-of-fire · 4 years
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Like the other ROs do the Implemented ROs have any pets?
They do, yes 😄
Lyall: A peregrine falcon and a coyote
Kai: A dog and cat
Esther: Shark
Shay: 2 snakes
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brokentoasterrr · 5 years
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for the word thing i sayyyyyyy scars
“You are allowed to go outside, fy lleuad,” Hope said, putting down the pot of pasta. Remus almost laughed.
“Oh yes, outside on the thrilling adventure of walking up and down the street,” Remus said. “Let’s see how many times I can wave at Mrs Figg before she realises that I've been walking past her five times, maybe her cats will scratch me up a little, give me some badass scars and blood loss.”
Hope sighed, putting down the pot of the chicken concoction down on the table a little too forcefully.
“Watch your tone, Remus,” Lyall said sharply. Remus groaned.
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satticwrites · 6 years
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A Language of Flowers (Occultic AU): Roman’s Backstory
Occultic AU Master List  | Chapter One | Ko-fi | 💗
Summary: Roman (aged about 10yo) makes a new friend. A/N: Roman’s parents are divorced, I didn’t make that very clear in the beginning. Also, Deceit is mentioned but he doesn’t appear. Main Characters: Roman Secondary: Logan, Roman’s Papa Mentioned Only: Joan, Talyn, Elliott, Sloane, Corbin, Deceit Pairings: platonic Logince, I guess. Word Count: 1002 (I expect the other backstories to be about this length too) General Tags: @fandersfic-roman @fandersfic-logince @bunny222 (Will tag for platonic logince on reblog because, man, it’s a long list) Solo Roman Tags:@sanders-sides-thuri @thats-so-crash @ffsas-side-account @yonnie-boy @notveryglittery@cashmeredragon   @Sander-sides-shambles @cashmeredragon@bubblegum-borb @the-feels-are-coming @starry-eyed-haiku-dreamer @neko-ereri @hanramz-the-fander @callboxkat @faacethefacts @karmicmayhem @anachronistic-cat @reba-andthesides @AskolotlQuestions @dreamsshadowwashere @katatles-the-fish @sassy-in-glasses @elvishfrenchassassin @ocotopushugs @goodonebadgirl @kirsten-the-freak @haikyuupaladin @thisisshien @someshinningideas @angeliclogan @poundland-twoface @i-will-physically-fight-you @nightlovechild @siriuswhiskers @anastasialestina @ace-v-p-d @radioactivebread @theshipqueenarrives @allthemetalsoftherainbow @dudlebuggs @cinquefoilelove @rptheturk @roman-is-a-gay @ono-its-ryane @evilmuffin @k9cat @trashypansexual @idiotauthor @roman-is-a-dramatic-prince @vulnerablevirgil @confinesofpersonalknowledge @candiukas @patchworkofstars @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @muontsy2 @spacenerrrd Trigger Warnings: deceit mention (as Dolos/Lyall), I think that’s it?
“If I’m anything, I’m euphorbia,” said Roman to his parents. This was typical practise for his arguments. Before his arguments would inevitably descend into tantrums, Roman would compare himself to flowers and they would counter him to behaving as other flowers.
“I’d be keen to call you love in a mist,” responded his papa.
Roman very childishly, crossed his arms, stomped his foot, and made an odd noise to indicate how offended he was by his papa’s remarks. How could he say that? There wasn’t a single thing about him that anyone could find puzzling.
“You are also my lungwort,” added his papa, realising how upset Roman was becoming. “Which makes me, mezereon. So, I’ll let you go for two hours. And two hours only.”
“Thanks, Papa.” And in a cyclone of red flowers, Roman disappeared.
 Roman reappeared in Winged Park, where he was to meet his friends.
He saw Joan and Talyn sitting on a park bench which meant Elliott must have been near. His favourite non-binary vampire family was here! He ran off to find Elliott. The other children, loved hearing Elliott’s stories. They always offered such wonderful tales. It helped that they were about 5 years older than Roman and his friends. The extra-life experience made them the most wonderous storyteller to behold. Slone and Corbin were already enchanted by one of Elliott’s stories when Roman began making his way to them.
That was, until someone caught his eye. Someone certainly incapable of flight. Someone without wings. Flightless occultics were rare at this park and Roman was certainly intrigued by this person’s presence.
“My goodness, you are vine. And I admire variegated tulips,” said Roman to the boy sitting on the playground holding a pen in one hand and a notepad in the other.
“I assure you, I have no idea about which you speak.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My papa and I, we have this thing where – we, well – we speak with the language of the flowers.”
“Flowers don’t talk,” responded the boy. “Unless you are referring to the Victorian practice of applying meaning and symbolism to plants?”
“… yes. It’s just a silly thing –”
“It really is.”
Roman gasped, extremely offended by the other boy’s remarks. “I don’t think I like you,” he squeaked.
“I’m not trying to be rude. Objectively, it is silly.”
Trying to change the subject, the boy said, “Hi, I’m Logan, so what’s your wingspan?  Do they always stick out like that at rest? Can you hide then when desired?”
Roman pulled his wings closer to his back. He didn’t even realise that they had done that. Logan must have put him on edge. “I’m Roman and uncomfortable with all the sudden questions.”
“I’m sorry, but I really must know.”
“Why?”
“Research and curiosity.”
“Well,” Roman began, beginning to perk up. “I do like talking about myself … ask away, I guess.”
And that’s exactly what Logan did. But it had to come to an end. Roman was only allowed at the park for two hours. No more. And that time was quickly dwindling with every question Logan asked. Pretty soon, Roman had to leave. But he made a promise to Logan. He promised to be back again the next day to answer more of Logan’s questions and maybe even take him flying. Before he left, Roman picked a purple lilac from a nearby lilac tree and placed it in Logan’s hair. “Till the morrow.” And Roman disappeared in a tornado of pink flowers.
*
After a week, Roman and Logan and become close friends and by the end of the month they had begun calling the other their best friend. Roman showed Logan his tricks, such as tucking his wings in close to his body and making them appear invisible. He looked almost human, it fascinated Logan. Logan in turn shared things with Roman, such as his ability to see the future. The concept was equally tantalising.
Soon they started having sleep overs, usually at Logan’s place. But today, Roman’s papa was finally letting Logan spend the night at their place. Roman was over-the-moon with excitement. His papa could sometimes be quite strict, at least after the marriage. It wasn’t because he loved Roman any less, and Roman knew that, it was because he was concerned that his stepson, Roman’s step brother, had difficulty making friends.
That was actually one of their conditions. Logan was allowed to sleep over as long as they didn’t ignore Lyall.
Roman and Lyall didn’t get along. Their parents believed it to be because they had just begun living together, but that wasn’t true. Roman didn’t get along with Lyall because he lied and always tried to get Roman in trouble. No wonder he didn’t have any friends. But he made a promise to his papa, he and Logan would let Lyall play with them if Lyall asked. Boy, did Roman hope Lyall wouldn’t ask.
“You never mentioned a brother,” said Logan over the phone.
“Sometimes I forget I have a brother. He’s not even my real brother,” Roman protested. “If Mama weren’t travelling the world for her job, I’d be living with her and I wouldn’t have a brother.”
“I’m sorry if this comes off cold, but I have to ask, is – is your step brother a fae too?”
“No!” cried Roman, utterly offended. “I wish he was but no. He’s not a fae-folk at all. He and my stepmother are demons.” Before Logan had a chance to ask Roman added, “Pseudologoi demons. So, you know you can’t trust a word he says.”
“Isn’t that a detrimental stereotype?”
“Well, it’s true in his case. Dolos – that’s his real name by the way – can’t be trusted. He is mock orange, Logan. He’s nothing like you. You’re, well I can’t even think of a flower right now, but you’re my clover.”
“Sounds like you thought of a flower after all.”
“I guess, I did. But that’s only because you are my iris, Logan. My best iris. And there’s nothing you can do to change that. Forever and always I am your peach blossom.”
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(Sorry this took so long @chantillyxlacey, I am fail at writing lately.
NAME: Calder Mhòrair
NICKNAME: (mostly impolite ones given by Vivi)
GENDER: Male
AGE: Old enough (his age is measured in centuries, not decades)
DATE OF BIRTH: -- (Late March some time, he only knows it was the Spring equinox)
OCCUPATION: Occasional reference/resource for the Mystery Skulls, keeping the park free of Muggers and rapists, (local lake monster)
██▒   APPEARANCE
EYE COLOR: Dark Green
HAIR COLOR: Black
HEIGHT:  6′7″ (human form) 18.4 hands (equine form)
SCARS: Several small scars on his back and shoulders from a handful of iron horseshoe nails that were thrown at him, left hand, a thin scar that translates to a streak of white discoloration on his hoof (from the same) a knotted scar on his left temple from being clobbered by a steel wrench.
OVERWEIGHT: No
UNDERWEIGHT: No
██▒   FAVORITE
COLOR: All the colors of the sea, blues and sea-greens. Has developed a recent fondness for amber-gold colors.
ANIMAL/S: (Surprisingly, not horses) Cats. Crows, Ravens and other corvids. (As food, deer, cows, fish)
MOVIE/S: (hasn’t seen many, though recently the Skulls have introduced him to a few, though he hasn’t developed any favorites yet)
TV SHOW/S:  See above
FOOD: (do you really have to ask?) He’s a carnivore, so anything heavy on the meats. Sushi.
DRINK: Teas. 
BOOK/S: Most all of them excepting some recent YA books Vivi got him as a joke. He was not amused.
██▒   HAVE THEY
PASSED UNIVERSITY: No, though he is happy to learn anything he can, so drops in to take a class or two. Laughs at most history classes, though. As they say, history is written by the winners. Plus they always get the details wrong!
HAD SEX:  Yes
HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: No
GOTTEN PREGNANT: No
KISSED A BOY:  Yes
KISSED A GIRL: Yes
GOTTEN TATTOOS: No
HAD A BROKEN HEART: ....Yes
BEEN IN LOVE: Yes
STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes
██▒   ARE THEY
A VIRGIN: No
A KISSER: Yes
SCARED EASILY: No
JEALOUS EASILY:  ...Yeah
TRUSTWORTHY:  Yes if you are someone he cares about, otherwise, he’s a trickster
IN LOVE:  Yes (painfully so)
SINGLE: Yes 
██▒   RANDOM QUESTIONS
HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: No
THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: No
ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No
WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Yes (often has)
DROVE A CAR: No
HAVE/HAD A JOB: Yes
HAVE ANY FEARS: That would be telling.
██▒   FAMILY
SIBLINGS: Ailith (sister, alive) Brothers, Creag, Eoghan, Lachlan (all missing, presumed deceased), and Graeme (alive)
PARENTS:  Lyall (mother) and Conall (father) (both missing, presumed deceased)
CHILDREN: None 
PETS: None
Tagged by: @deepbluevi
Tagging: Everyone I know has already been tagged :(
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This may be random, but I always kinda wondered this. When Remus was bitten by Fenrir Greyback as a child, where do you think he bit him. I always imagined a place like his shoulder or arm, but what do you think? Also, I assume it would scar? Do you think he was ever ashamed or insecure about that?
Now this is an interesting question. And I’ve had some lengthy conversations with one meerkat in particular about it, and it’s safe to say that this is one of those things that differs widely between Remus fans. I’ve seen fanart–brilliant, all of them–that never seem to depict it in the same place. So I like to think about it logically, which… when dealing with wizards, and often times with Remus, is never as simple as it sounds.
First we have to deal with sifting through what we know concretely about the night of the attack.
At the time, Voldemort was making strong headway in his first rise to power. There was an uptick in the number of attacks and sightingsfrom Dark Creatures, who unbeknownst to the Ministry at the time were being recruited by Voldemort in unheard of numbers at the time. In order to investigate the cause of the attacks and put a stop to the fear, the Ministry called in all experts on Dark Creatures, including those in “lower”, less dangerous classifications like the Boggart or the poltergeist. Enter Lyall Lupin, encountering Fenrir Greyback as part of a Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creaturesinvestigation for the deaths of two Muggle children.
Right away, that gives us one very important piece of information: that Fenrir Greyback was already experienced in his signature attack style just in the year 1965, well before the 1990s. In fact, he was experienced enough that he was even under investigation–though not well known, because he was able to convince the committee that he was just a Muggle tramp despite what (I hope) was a reasonable trail of evidence that eventually (hopefully) lead to the families getting some kind of reparations.
Anyway, this is a man who knows his intended victim well enough to isolate them from their families before he transformed and was out of his own control. We can argue that Greyback “works” with his wolf, that he can target someone whilst transformed, but there’s no evidence to suggest anything other than a blind bloodlust which will attack anyone. In other words, if a werewolf fails to isolate his intended target before moonrise, his wolfish self will likely seek an easier target despite all intents to the contrary. That’s why Greyback actually forced open Remus’ bedroom window while he slept. That’s how he got in.
Here’s where things get messy:
In order to force open the window, I assume that Greyback is in his final minutes as a human. I assume that he needs his thumbs and his human intelligence to do so. Pottermore states that Lyall “reached the bedroom in time to save his son’s life”, which to me seems to indicate that it took him some time, because more than hearing Remus’s screams, falling out of bed, stumbling down the hallway and reaching the bedroom, first thing’s first: Greyback had to transform. Remus has told us how brutally painful, how agonizing it is to transform into a werewolf. I think even a man who relishes in it would still scream. And so he did, waking up a four year old boy trapped in his bedroom.
Remus’ transformation in PoA is exactly five lines long. Five tiny lines in a scene with major plot implications, and one that I expect was deliberately kept short both for moving the story onward and to save the readers a gruesome experience. Magic aside, we have to be a tiny bit honest: the logistics of going from man to beast takes just slightly longer than five lines. It takes time, it takes energy, and it’s not a small chunk of change. And what’s to stop a target escaping while the transformation happens, like Peter did many years later? I have a strange gut feeling that Greyback would also have blocked the door before he transformed, trapping Remus and also further preventing a timely intervention by the only armed wizard in the home. I picture Lyall trying the doorknob, then pounding desperately on the door to try and force it, and then finally, desperately, taking his wand and blasting it open and blowing the werewolf away from tiny, crumpled form of his son in one terrifying and heart-wrenching moment. All the while Remus screams, and Greyback had to actually be driven out of the house with multiple powerful curses. So he likely escaped punishment in the end unless Lyall barged into the Ministry later on and demanded justice. But how can they prove it was one specific werewolf, when, as we saw, they couldn’t even decide if Greyback even was a werewolf at that time?
But back to the attack. Have an interesting tidbit:
In the late nineteenth century the great English authority on werewolves, Professor Marlowe Forfang, undertook the first comprehensive study of their habits. He found that nearly all those he managed to study and question had been wizards before being bitten. He also learned from the werewolves that Muggles ‘taste’ different to wizards and that they are much more likely to die of their wounds, whereas witches and wizards survive to become werewolves. [x]
That right there means that there’s something beyond pure bloodlust when a werewolf attacks. Sure, a werewolf will attack anyone and everyone blindly, without pause. But they are magical creatures. And they are creatures that are physically incapable of reproducing sexually. (See the pack of wolves in the Forbidden Forest for more on that.) This means that the only way for the werewolf to procreate and ensure the survival of the species is to infect another human with lycanthropy, most commonly via the transfer of saliva during a bite. And Muggles are most likely to die after a bite. This give the werewolf a biological incentive to seek out magical people. Still, werewolf bite victims do still die, and probably with some regularity. After all, bloodlust is a powerful drug. And an animal can’t always resist going a little too far. Sometimes there just isn’t enough inhibition. It’s nasty business.
Fenrir Greyback has killed. He killed those two Muggle children. And he’s been known to transform in whole crowds, using himself as a weapon of mass destruction. He purposely ruins lives. Greyback is okay with murder, but that isn’t what he wants. His purpose in life is to create as many werewolves as he can; to infect as many innocent people as he can. And more than inflicting maximum suffering (which I am not about to argue that he did not want to cause, because he most definitely did), turning children means that there’s less chance of escape, less change of a physical struggle, less chance of lasting damage. Children are more fragile than the standard adult, but then, children also recover quicker.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it was as simple as that. Children squirm. Terrified children squirm like their life depends on it, which in this case, it very much does. When Remus heard the sounds of Greyback transforming and awoke, his first instincts would either be to hide or to flee. He’s not quite 5 years old. What else can he do? And so my guess would be that he tried to run, first to his parents’ room which if Greyback were smart he would have blocked off. But he could also have tried to make a run for the closet, or tried hiding under the bed.
Or, honestly, he may have cowered right there in his bed, frozen. Either way, the werewolf probably pounced at him, knocking him down. Remus would have been scratched by the claws. And his instincts would have driven his arms up to protect his face and head and neck, to use them as a shield. This is most likely where he was bitten, and in the violence of it all there is no way it was one of those “clean”-looking dotted rows. Dog bites take a variety of shapes. ... I looked. Remus would probably have been swatting, hitting, kicking... He may have been bitten on his legs, too, or on his bare feet. Honestly it really depends on how the attack actually happened, and we have very little detail about that traumatizing event to say. We may even go so far as to suggest that it wasn’t just a single bite, because these kinds of things are just so chaotic and messy. We just don’t know, but logically it makes a lot of sense for it to be on his arm in an attempt to shield himself. So that’s where I tend to hover.
And yes, they would scar. All werewolf injuries scar, no matter how minor. They’re cursed, and thus leave a permanent reminder. And supposing that the bite mark and other scars are present on his arms, Remus would likely try to hide behind long-sleeve shirts at all times. People stare at scars. We’re all told not to, but sometimes we just do anyway, without even noticing. Even without a stigmatizing illness to hide, the scars, if gruesome or large, or glaring, are noticeable. Many are not: Remus is able to lie and claim he has an obnoxious cat, etc, and we have the story about the badly behaved rabbit. But nonetheless, any scar to Remus is an open invitation, a question waiting to be asked, and it would be something he would not want. So yes, I do think there would be insecurity.
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Poly Marauders + Co Headcanon
So basically it’s James/Lily, James/Sirius/Remus, Lily/Marlene, Marlene/Mary/Dorcas, Alice/Frank, James/Frank, and acearo!Peter, but the pairs and trio with kids are still the primaries. Oh, and everyone lives. Duh.
- James and Lily still have Harry, but they also have a younger daughter, Marigold Euphemia Potter (or Goldie for short).
- Teddy is Sirius and Remus’s son (and yes I know the name Teddy came from Tonks’s dad but whatever maybe they just chose it because they liked it).
- Alice and Frank obviously still have Neville.
- Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas have a girl, Elizabeth Athene McKinnon (called Lizzie).
- All the adults help take care of the kids, but they’re still closest to their ‘official’ parents.
- The kids call their para-parents (the other adults) 'non’/'nonny’ in place of mom/mommy and dad/daddy.
- They live in Godric’s Hollow in a magically enlarged house called The Fort by residents and friends. There are 9 bedrooms (J/L, S/R, M/M/D, A/F, Peter, Harry & Teddy, Goldie & Lizzie, Neville, and a guest room).
- They have a fuckton of pets. * Crookshanks is the family cat (well, half-cat half-kneazle technically) * Hedwig is the Potters’ owl * Teddy has an elf owl named Pan * Neville still has Trevor (though he can borrow Hedwig or Pan when he needs to) * the McKinnons have a black cat named Jet * Sirius has a parrot named Wilberforce * James has a painted turtle named Bathsheba * Lily has a fluffy green puffskein named Elvendork
- All the grandparents are alive and well. They get regular visits from Fleamont and Euphemia, Lyall and Hope, Augusta, and all the others (except Walburga and Orion obviously, since- as stated by a sparkly, colorful sign that Sirius put on the side of the house with a permanent sticking charm- “No Blood Purist Dicks Allowed”)
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gailcarriger · 6 years
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Video Q&A All About Romancing the Werewolf
Romancing the Werewolf launch bonanza!In which Gail is bad at trivia, but good at giving hints about future projects!http://gailcarriger.com/ss2_launch_FBLiveGail starts off discussing how Romancing the Werewolf came to be, planned and unplanned elements and a bit about cover art. She then addresses her philosophy on how she makes her characters happy, and why she loves curmudgeons so much.Stay up to date on all things Gail with her Chirrup http://gailcarriger.com/chirrup Gail answers questions stemming from Romancing the Werewolf: Yes! You can now get it in print!More Alessandro & Lyall backstory?More Lyall in Egypt?Is Conall cured of Alpha's Curse?More Channing? Will we learn his backstory? More of the London Pack? Yes. In How to Marry a Werewolf.http://gailcarriger.com/books/how-to-marry-a-werewolf-in-10-easy-steps/ Gail talks Parasolverse: More Wicker Chicken? Akeldama? Ivy hive? Nadasdy? Lord A's cat?In world chronology of all Gail's books. http://gailcarriger.wikia.com/wiki/Books_in_Chronological_OrderFantasy casting? Soulless http://mybookthemovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/gail-carrigers-soulless.html & Prudence http://gailcarriger.com/2016/01/29/casting-prudence-the-movie-and-disinfectant-sunflowers/Pinterest boards for all fantasy casting & character inspiration. https://www.pinterest.com/gailcarriger/Teaching guide for The Finishing School series. http://gailcarriger.com/books/fsguide/More Finishing School books? Adult spin off novella line = Delightfully Deadly http://gailcarriger.com/series/delightfully-deadly-novellas/ Gail's talks writing: Why she leaves thing intentional ambiguous in occasion.Why she thinks mortality is more romantic that immortality.How and why she chooses her book settings and locations.Moving from archaeology to writing. Check out recent excellent podcast interview with the Anthropologist on the Street for in depth on Gail's two careers. https://anthropologistonthestreet.com/2017/11/03/episode15-steampunk-archaeology-the-anthropology-of-science-fiction-with-gail-carriger/ Gail's upcoming projects: Some hints on what will come in Competence. http://gailcarriger.com/books/competence/It releases in the summer just don't have an exact date yet. Cover art coming to the Chirrup soon! http://gailcarriger.com/chirrupWill Percy get a love interest in the last Custard Protocol book? (Tentatively titled Incompetence but we aren't settled on that.)Will we get more GL Carriger? (Sexy stuff!) YES! Gail's writing the second San Andreas Shifter book right now! http://gailcarriger.com/series/san-andreas-shifters/ Miscellaneous important stuff: Gail consults her Parasol Protectorate Facebook Group with questions and for help a lot. So it you want to be one of the de facto contributors, join the group. https://www.facebook.com/#%21/home.php?sk=group_219404904739279Like listening to Gail talk? She has a podcast about travel! 20 Minute Delay http://20mindelay.com/Will Gail be traveling near me? Check her events page or join the Chirrup. http://gailcarriger.com/upcoming-events/
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✖ full name: Fenrir Greyback ✖ age: 33   ✖ preferred pronouns: He/him ✖ affiliation: Death Eaters (not marked) ✖ occupation: Unemployed ✖ blood status: Half-blood ✖ former house: Slytherin
✖ checked information (x) ✖ face claim: Aidan Turner
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(recollected by Rita Skeeter. Sources can be less than reliable.)
✖ He’s way too scary. Have you seen how he just stares at people? It wouldn’t be surprising if he ends up being a serial killer.  ✖ Someone said he hides a little fluffy cat in his apartment and keeps it as a pet.   ✖ He’s very secretive, isn’t he? No one knows a thing about his private life, or his family. It’s really strange.
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The truth of the matter is that the start of Fenrir Greyback’s life is not that important. He is born a half-blood, attends Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin like many of his peers. His grades are slightly below average but he makes do, surrounded by a close-knit handful of friends who keep to themselves and aren’t particularly troublesome nor stand out from the crowd. Life is simple. Life is boring.
He decides to follow the Dark Lord for this very reason. Augustus lets the plans slip one evening whilst they drink and laugh in the belly of the Leaky Cauldron, mentioning the Death Eaters by accident before sobering significantly. Fenrir takes one look at the inky shape on his arm, traces the fluid lines of the serpent, and decides he wants in. He hasn’t got much else going for him, after all. Unemployment plagues him and he has no idea what to do with his life. This sounds like an opportunity. A chance.
When he stands before the Dark Lord, feeling ice cold eyes analysing him as if privy to his innermost thoughts and secrets, Fenrir does not waver. He raises his chin and stares defiantly into the face of a man who is going to pave the way for change. It is a pivotal moment as the young man slots himself into something which makes him feel whole. He is given purpose, given a cause, and the smouldering spark that had grown dim inside him ignites.
But he does not receive the same mark as the others. He is offered something else. Something special. “I require you to become more than a Death Eater,” the Dark Lord declares, voice low and promising. The plan is shared, frightening and new. Fenrir raises an eyebrow, cocks his head to one side and makes a gruff sound of agreement. He is locked in a room where the light of the full moon shines, watches a creature sink its teeth into the flesh of his arm, feels its claws rake at his skin, and leaves the next morning a changed person.
It takes a while for the lycanthropy to settle. He holes himself away in a forest in Kent and learns to deal with his new powers (for that is what they are, and he refuses to listen to anyone who dares argue otherwise). Soon, he grows accustomed to the way his skin tears and shifts into thick fur, or the way blood tastes when it washes, still warm, over his tongue. His sight is enhanced dramatically, as is his hearing and his smell. He is stronger, faster, improved. Being a werewolf fits him like a glove and he realises that the Dark Lord had known this all along.
A feral smile grows upon his lips and makes its home there. Fenrir returns to a man he supposes is his master, greets the Death Eaters with a bloodlusting smirk, and murderers two Muggle children the next day to show off his new strength. Some of them pale. Some of them grin. Soon after, he bites Lyall Lupin’s son and finds his name plastered upon walls and intertwined with the words Beast! and Monster! in the Daily Prophet.
It triggers something animal inside him, the bite, an instinct of sorts that lingers deep in the heart of his being. A longing for a pack. It doesn’t take long before he has created his fair share of werewolves, offering them the chance to join him or be torn apart before they can even turn for the first time. Those who are wise say yes. Those who run are promptly disposed of.
Terror is spread like wildfire and he sits back and fans the flames.
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Andrew Yaxley, Augustus Rookwood: Respects. Rodolphus Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy: Believes they don’t take enough risks.   Benjy Fenwick, Dedalus Diggle: Tense.   Septima Vector: Old flame.  Antonin Dolohov: Sees potential in.   Remus Lupin: Remembers him, wants to lure in for information. 
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