[ If you still want to roleplay with my Remus, I've moved over to a more selective blog here. ]
❝Cυт 域 α ℓιмв αη∂ тωσ мσяє ѕнαℓℓ тαкє ιтѕ ρℓαcє...❞Grant Douglas Ward || specialist || former...
[ Heya guys! So I made a new blog. If you watch Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., please follow! I kinda want to make a Hogwarts!verse. ]
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But I will
hold on,
I will hold
on hope.
give me a character and i'll give you a sample of how i'd rp them
[ So I don't know how many if any of you watch Bones. But on the off chance that you do, I'm very heavily considering making an Agent Aubrey blog. He's the sort of character I play on a daily basis, and I already love the guy. He's not a replacement for Sweets in my heart, but he's quickly become my favourite character on the show. (This isn't counting Sweets, Zack, or Vincent.) Anyway, a show of hands? It'd most likely be a sideblog. ]
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—Munday Meme / Meet The Mun
—✩❧Name: Jason, but I hardly ever go by it. Some people have taken to calling me J, but I don't like it. My good friends call me Moony, as ironic as that may be. Use my given name out loud, and it may take several goes to actually get my attention.
—✩❧ FC (If you have one):
i was tagged by: prongstxr
tagging: I'm too lazy to bother tagging, but anyone who'd like to can do this. 's kinda fun.
- OCCUPATION: actor | student
- DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes but I tend to be quite picky when it comes to alcohol - Kopparberg or Rekorderlig and you'll be my friend forever | no | no
- LIKE[S]: Cadbury Wispa, the London Underground, cider - alcoholic and non-alcoholic, Christmas.
- DISLIKE[S]: Avacados, spiders, sunburns, reavers, and food that's been spoiled
- FEAR[S]: Tarantulas (more like acromantulas), being the last person left alive, and cannibalism. I just. I don't want to be eaten. I'd rather be shot.
- PERSONALITY TRAITS: Sort of an odd question, because I don't really know. I say things often and I forget -- that's why sometimes I say I'll do a reply by a certain time and I never do. I also think I can take on more than I actually can, like carrying up ten bags from the car to the door and not feeling the burn. I did that today and ow, fucking hell, it hurt.
- DISORDERS?: I wouldn't be surprised if I was ever diagnosed with OCD. But nothing, as far as I know.
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
- GENDER: male
- HAIR COLOR: brown
- EYE COLOR: blue
- HEIGHT: 5'8"
- PHYSIQUE: I don't have anything classified as muscle. I'm not thin, but I'm not fat either.
- TATTOOS: None. I want to get one, something small, sometime. Not sure what though. I'm open to ideas. I might get 24/11/13 on my upper arm, it was the day my grandmother passed away.
- RACE: I'm white. Like white, white. The majority of my blood is English but I have bits of Irish and Italian and Scottish inside me. And somewhere down the line a bit of French. I prefer to ignore that bit.
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
- SIBLING[S]: one younger brother.
- CHILDREN: nope.
- PET[S]: My parents have got, but I don't.
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
- SEXUAL PREFERENCE: I lean towards womenfolk.
- RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and very happily so.
[ Before I do check my inbox, I want to apologise for the people I said I'd reply to this past week. I'm rubbish with replies and I think we all know this, but I've gotten a job (albeit a temp job) and it's taking up all my bloody time. So I'm going to go ahead and say this blog is on a semi-hiatus. I will come on and reply to things when I can but I can't say how much or how often that will be. ]
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❝Would this favour happen to do with a certain redhead? Or have you got detention during Quidditch practice again?❞
[ Oi you lot. The remainder of the day I'll be spending on my Castle blog. Nothing against you guys, because I love you, but it is Castle Monday, after all. And I happen to have a lot of inspiration for him at the moment. Perhaps if I do all my replies on there and I still have time, I'll be back on here later. Basically counting down the hours 'til the new episode. ]
[ So I'm kinda sleepy. I'll probably be back in a few hours, but I think I'm going to pass out right now. I'll do other replies later. ]
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Sirius waited until Remus fell asleep and then went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He rested it on his forehead occasionally using it to wipe down his arms and press to the top of his chest trying to keep him cool. He stayed close to Remus waiting for him to wake. He was relieved to see the rise and fall of his chest waiting to see any faltering in his breathing. He relaxed a little as the day went on hoping Remus was going to be okay.
It must've been late afternoon when Remus awoke, and to his surprise, he felt better than he had in the morning. He'd been sure that he'd still feel a shooting pain up his neck. But the pain was gone, and his chest felt like a weight had been taken off it. He closed his eyes again and leaned back, stretching carefully, before properly looking around and smiling a little as Sirius's face came into focus. "What time is it?" he rasped, rubbing a hand along his throat. Grimacing, he offered the man at his bedside a guilty expression. "Water, mate -- I need water."
A Sick Day || Remus and Tonks
12 Grimmauld Place was silent, for once, aside from the thunder cracking outside and the steady fall of rain. Remus had seen no hide nor hair of Sirius since the previous night, when he'd sent his drunken best friend up to his bedroom to sleep. He'd been inconsolable since Harry and the others had shipped off to school, and every day that drew closer to Halloween, he retreated further and further into himself. He was tempted to go sort things out, coax his old friend out from his bedroom, and he would have done, had he thought his efforts would do any good.
But just as he was about to head up the creaking stairs to his own room, he noticed that he wasn't quite as alone as he'd thought. Because curled on the couch in front of the fire was Nymphadora Tonks, the newest recruit to the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius's cousin, and someone that Remus had grown quite close to in only the past few months. She was bubbly, unrelenting, and there was something about her that seemed to make a room ten times lighter if she was around. Except now, she looked miserable. "Nymphadora?" he asked quietly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he studied her. It didn't take that long to see that she was ill. "Do you need anything? I -- er -- can make a cup of tea."
"I wouldn’t expect anything else," Sirius said as he gathered Remus into his arms and lifted him. It wasn’t that easy. Remus was ill, but Sirius was glad he still had enough weight on him to make this a bit of a struggle. He stood with him in his arms and carried him over to the bed laying him down and covering him with soft blankets. Sirius kissed his forehead, "There. You’ll be fine and after some sleep we’ll have you on your feet," Sirius feared he wouldn’t be able to get up then either. He feared he’d lose more and more of his ability to function as time went on. "Lily sent soup. I can get you some if you want. I told her you probably wouldn’t want visitors today."
Remus closed his eyes and focused on not getting sick on Sirius as the other man carried him up to bed. His stomach rolled uncomfortably at the slightest movement, but to his relief, the trip down the hallway hadn't cost him as much as he'd thought. He sighed as he relaxed onto the mattress, clutching the duvet to his chest as he felt Sirius's lips on his forehead. "Bloody optimist," he grumbled out. Because if he was honest with himself -- which he almost never was -- every inch of his body was aflame. His bones creaked with each slight movement, and his muscles protested to the point of violence. But nevertheless, he offered the other man a grateful smile. "She needn't see me this way. But please, thank her for the soup." And with that, pain still doing a number on his insides, Remus Lupin fell into a fitful sleep.
"Come on, at least sleep in a bed."
"Lily..."
She'd said that at least three times. Had three refusals still not been enough?
"I'm quite alright on the couch."
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"Come on, at least sleep in a bed."
"S — " Remus’s body wracked with coughs and every muscle in his body protested as he even tried to stand. Instead, he huddled against the wall, brown eyes staring his friend. Sirius was just trying to help, he knew that. But however good his intentions were, they didn’t erase the excruciating pain. "Sirius — Padfoot, I can’t,” he mumbled out hoarsely, his cheeks heating up as he spoke. He hated being weak in front of anyone, much less his best friend. It was only after several moments of silence that he gave a simple explanation. “I can’t move."
"It’s alright, Moony," Sirius moved over to his side and pushed his hair away from his forehead. "We knew this was going to get worse as time went on," He used to bounce back much faster from the moon. He used to make the journey from the Shack to the school at the very least. "Let me help get you in bed and you can shout at me for coddling you later, okay?" He asked gently. He knew the last thing Remus would want is being carried, but he would only do himself more damage on the floor.
Wincing, and after trying and failing to stand once more, Remus finally nodded his allowance. He hated this. He hated his weak muscles and brittle bones, and he hated this curse that bound him. He hated the moon, he hated what it signified. And more than anything, he absolutely despised the fact that Sirius was right. He never used to have a problem making it back to the school, at least with some help. But now he could barely stand. Werewolves died young, he'd known that for years. He'd known that since he'd been old enough to do the research on his own. But experiencing it was somewhat of a different experience. He could feel himself wasting away, and silently he cursed the magical community for turning their backs. "You do know I'll hold you to that," he murmured, a tiny smile cracking onto his face.