#and this should all be taken with a grain of salt

[frownyalfred]

Hello! Do you have any tips on how to portray characters canonically? I thought it’d be easy since I know the source material but it’s harder than it looks, at least for me. For the batfam snd superbat specifically though?

Thanks ❤️❤️

Hi anon! Pinning down canon is a nightmare on a good day.

Sometimes adherence to the particularities of canon can be our downfall. We spend too much time wondering if Jason's reaction to X event lines up with X comic run that we lose track of the emotion of a scene entirely.

For the Batfam and Superbat, there are so many competing characterizations in DC canon as it is. Ones where Bruce is a cold and distant parent, for example, and ones where he is kind and playful, etc etc.

If you're worried about your characters being, well, in-character, don't. Worry about your characters being well-rounded, being emotionally complex, and conveying your story where it needs to go.

My ultimate advice is to write your scene/story, and double back later to make sure things line up as best they can. Some details -- like whether Alfred would say "isn't" versus "is not" -- are easy, while others -- trying to make Bruce sound/feel like X comic run or Y fic -- are more complex.

Between you and me, anon, canon is a nightmare. My personal characterizations for the Batfamily and/or Superbat are an amalgamation of various characterizations I've read/absorbed, all averaged out against each other. I pull out pieces I like and discard the details I don't.

At the end of the day, your version of the characters is what matters. People might not like it, and that's their choice. What matters is if you like how you're writing your characters.

[vigilskeep]

could i ask you to share toolset notes on the spirits from the harrowing quest? i tried to access them myself, but i'm very lost

sure! under read more for size

rage:

"A rage demon that has been summoned to be the player's opponent during the Harrowing. The player must defeat this demon in order to pass his test and escape the Fade. The demon, however, is patient, and waits for the player to come to him. The demon is also very amused by the player and cockily believes the player is not a threat."

age: "500"

cultural background: "Demon from the Fade"

gender: "Neutral" (diversity win!)

purpose: "Boss for the character to fight."

speech patterns: "Otherworldly, mocking, amused, with a fury that ignites rather quickly"

demeanor: "Cocksure"

flaws: "Overly confident"

morals: "Little - this demon will do almost anything to get what it wants"

personal background: "It has spent centuries tempting and devouring mortals, wrecking havoc, and corrupting souls"

accent: "Otherworldly"

intelligence: "High"

occupation: "Full time bad-ass demon of rage" (lmao)

relationship to player and ties to other characters: "Has been summoned to confront the player in his or her Harrowing test." "It ensnared the Mouse character years ago and has been slowly devouring his life essence."

valor:

"This benevolent spirit takes shape of a ghostly human warrior. The Rat character directs the pc toward this creature to seek help in escaping the Fade. Valor believes that mortals have one redeeming feature, and that is their creation of such a fine instrument as the sword. He is a benevolent spirit and not a demon, but under no obligation to help the player do anything."

age: "784" (absolutely no idea why this is so specific)

cultural background: "Spirit"

gender: "Male"

purpose: "Valor will agree to give the player a staff, one which might can actually harm the Rage Demon, but only if the player defeats it in a duel. It will give the player the sword, and once the duel begins the player can not run from the area… once Valor has been reduced to 50% then it will bow and agree that the player has earned his weapon. The player is free to take the sword and challenge the Rage Demon."

speech patterns: "Otherworldly with a tinge of benevolence"

intelligence: "High"

sloth:

"This is a sloth demon in the form of a bear. It is content to just sleep and wants to be left alone. It is dangerous but will not attack unless provoked, and the player can engage in a riddle game with this demon."

age: "300"

gender: "Neutral"

purpose: "To test the player's wits and to help him leave the Fade"

speech patterns: "Slow, lethargic, lazy."

intelligence: "Average"

mouse:

"Mouse appears as an apprentice mage that failed the same test the player is taking (the Harrowing) trapped in the dream realm (the Fade). He initally looks like a talking mouse (small and hidden), but changes into an educated man of 26. He seems to have lost part of himself, but he may be able to help the player even if he is trapped. He is eager, almost too much so, and implies that the masters who sent he and the player to the test are despots.

"This is all a lie.

"Mouse is a demon in disguise. The demon that he helps the player fight is not the real threat. Mouse uses the defeat of the decoy to gain the player's trust to try and possess him. Mouse is a demon of Pride, inflating his victim's ego by needing to be saved. His true form is not revealed until the end."

age: "20"

gender: "Male"

cultural background: "Ferelden"

purpose: "He answers the players questions about the Fade and the demon, acting as a guide through the beginning section of the Mage Origin plot."

speech patterns: "He does not directly lie, because that is easy to spot. He reinforces assumptions. He appears sympathetic, but encourages bitterness and rage. He is confident in his ability to manipulate, but must constantly check himself, as his own nature is that of Pride. Educated but uncertain until revealed."

accent: "Ferelden"

appearance: "dishevelled young man, dark circles under his eyes like he hasn't slept in a very long time, looks a little crazy."

archetype: "Lost and Angry Soul"

intelligence: "Average"

occupation: "Failed Mage Apprentice"

relationship to player: "Guide"

ties to other characters: "Serving the Fade demon"

[thomas-mvller]

I read on twt that a famous dude got cheated on, was asked for divorce and got demanded a big sum for spousal support (which sucks, granted) but all these brodudes kept saying "see? this is what women do, leech on us" and similar shit and um okay, date men then?

[remesrobotics]

Does the AI in Antares’ temple have a personality of any kind? How did the two come to an understanding about ruling the temple together?

Antares: To say it has a personality would be anthropomorphic.

It does, however, have a few quirks developed over time that it derived from my own preferences, as well as its intended purpose.

Its curious habit of self-adornment is probably the most stand-out trait that could resemble a unique personality. Considering the temple’s primary ancient function of deterring would-be thieves from plundering the myriad treasures gathered from across our vassal cultures, and as spoils of war, it would be understandable for it to have a certain fondness for such an activity.

As for joint rule, there was no need for understanding. We were both designed by the Creators to work together, and thus we did.

When this temple became my prison, the AI was instructed to be my warden, but did so only out of a sense of duty.

By obeying the Creators, we were all spared their continued wrath, at the cost of any connections we had with the outside world and any former allies until everything came crashing down.

Once the Creators were gone, there was no need to continue the charade, and we were free to return to our original ways.

The AI IS the Temple; I am merely its beating Heart. We are inseparable. To remove one from the other would simply ensure our mutual destruction.

[givemearmstopraywith]

In your own opinion: Is “sin” as Christianity conceptualizes morality a useful and healthy framework for viewing human behavior? Or is it all bullshit?

i think it's bullshit. i think that there's a need for an objective moral framework that supersedes the advance of human development as a species and as a civilization (by which i mean- we know murder is wrong, but there came a point where it was justifiable to a select group to drop an atom bomb on civilians, or murder millions based off perceived biological markers, and it was human development pushing its own boundaries of what it could do, and pushing the boundaries of morality accordingly. we know its wrong. but it still happened and was considered morally permissible. we need objective moral frameworks because it is human nature to take things as far as we possibly can when we set our own limits, and absolute power corrupts. but that is a discussion for another time.)

to return to this question, whenever i think about sin i think about simone weil, who wrote in gravity and grace that "all sins are attempts to fill voids." to me, that is the absolute truth, at the very least on a personal level (i think this is more difficult to apply on a global or institutional scale). to me, the void which needs to be filled- and weil would agree with me- is the void left by God. not that God has left us, but that we do not acknowledge the capacity for grace to fulfill us completely, to fill our void. ultimately i read the story of adam and eve not as a literal historical event, but more like a fable explaining the origin of this void. we all have it. it's our profound loneliness, our desire to be understood or seen or heard. it's even things that we consider vanity- our desire to be beautiful, or to be thought of as beautiful, to have things that we need or think we need. or, if you'd rather have a more secular way of thinking about this, the void which needs to be filled is the void of absolute love. i don't mean love between people- this is beautiful, but people are separate beings, and although we may want to fuse together absolutely to fill each other's voids it is physically and metaphysically impossible to do that.

for God, it is not impossible. so ultimately, i have come to view all personal sin as the human soul reaching out to be loved in the capacity that it knows how, and sometimes those things are very bad. sometimes those things hurt other people. sometimes they hurt us. but i am concerned with the question of how do we prevent these things? how do we keep bad people from doing bad things? how do we keep others safe? and the answer is love. popular christianity has a tendency to view things as effects- its a faith that looks back, that likes to treat the symptoms but not the cause, forgiving sins and supplying fairly bland explanations as to why people sin, like selfishness or not following the rules- and, incredibly frequently, the blanket application of "evil" which is not particularly helpful- without really understanding the root of wrongdoing. people need to be loved. people need God.

its more helpful to develop a framework of understanding human behaviour that is rooted in love- which ideally is what christianity is supposed to give us- than a framework that is rooted in sin. or in punitively preventing sin through fear. the single greatest misunderstanding about christianity i had to overcome was the idea that i wasn't salvageable. everyone can be loved. in the extreme not everyone deserves to be loved by other people. but everyone has the capacity to be loved by God. and i strongly believe this is the only effective way to view sin and morality.

[darkredmage]

bronze legion soldiers watching me kicking the living shit out of a navy crew in front of fort talos:

[shylittlefrogg]

What will Luka be like in Introvert heroes? He will not be a doormat will he? While you need to be understanding and supportive to the one you love, but if they are wrong and they hurt you or others, you need to call the out and disagree with them. Do you agree with that?

Very frankly, yes, If a romantic partner seems to be intentionally hurting others or their partner, it is definitely something they should stop and talk about. consider what is healthy and what is not, separate or continue.

basically healthy communication that Miraculous desperately needs

tbh I'll give Luka a free pass from the series, because of the writers and because Marinette never really wanted to do bad things on purpose, they're kids, they make mistakes in their first relationships.

On the other hand, Luka won't have that situation, at least not on my guard or in my fic. Like yeah, I love Luka and he was one of my favorite characters at one point, but I just don't know, I'd like to leave him out of this a little bit, being known by Juleka's close friends who go to her house and Firebug and Tabby who They relate more to the due to reasons.

Add to that I want to make him older? , like, leaving the Miracuclass in a range of 14-15 years, while Luka is 18, I'm going to almost completely leave aside his plots with Marinette, Almost, because I like that he is more like an older brother than love interest

[kneworder]

not to be like mean or smug or annoying bc i do mean this in the nicest way possible but some people who run brackets are absolutely not meant for it. pulling 'i will not tolerate people being mean in the tags. that's so rude' (they are talking about when someone said 'what tf is wrong with you........' in a poll with a tough matchup). rbing pages and pages of unrelated stuff or other polls with their opinions as though people following the bracket care about anything besides the bracket. like just make a sideblog and only post polls. people are gonna say shit in the tags idk what to tell you. it's more work than you think it's gonna be but i thought the basics were pretty clear. like i know it's not that serious at all and this is a silly thing for me to try to criticize i just keep seeing poll mods having like full on meltdowns or posting shit i do not care about after i follow them for the bracket and i feel like we can save ourselves a lot of grief by being cool about shit. idk. do an absurd amount of seeding and graphics-making in a fevered frenzy becoming simultaneously over-invested in your own poll and desperate to keep the bracket itself as fair and professional as possible to give yourself something to feel in control of and ignore your own deteriorating mental health over the course of like two or three weeks like the rest of us.

[marshmallowprotection]

how do you analyze Saeran's behavior or what do you base it on?

Everything? Is that an appropriate answer? When I'm writing most of what I write, I am pulling from in-game material and specialty items! I mean, such as the big Believer Package and RFA Package, L-Shaped Folders, and anything else that comes with Cheritz Shop items. I will use Twitter Bot content from the official Cheritz Bot, or the stories all of us get from Google Forms during the holidays.

I use that material to write, analyze, critique, and create my content. I use what I'm given and I sit down and write down how I think that will affect him depending on what I'm trying to create. I pull from many of his experiences, research what the effects of such can cause IRL, and spend hours thinking about how those two things can allow me to do what I do! That means creating an authentic and realistic personality for him.

I am not only pulling from personal experience in certain categories but I am drawing from things that I have studied or what have you. It's really no different than pulling my thoughts and opinions. I take what's given to me and I interpret it accordingly. Somebody asks me a question and I do what I can to sort out what I feel about it and how that answer came to be from what I read in the game.

[badbawz]

Forgot how parasocial some of yall are with rammstein. 🤡

[cigarette-room]

I think too many people try to pass fictional romances between oppressors and the oppressed as "enemies to lovers", which they are not, because for that trope to work, the enemies (though probably at least one of them will be morally repugnant, true) need to be on equal footing, on equal line and have equal power. Setting stories between oppressed and oppressor fundamentally means you take that equality away. And in historical fiction, oppressor and the oppressed is in pretty bad taste to write about, if I'm being honest.

Also, think about what you're doing when you try to pass oppressor/oppressed as enemies to lovers. Why are you putting equal grounds where there are none? Why are you imagining the oppressed to have the same amount of autonomy and power as the oppressor? Do you make the oppressed desensitized, or put their oppression as secondary?

Tl;dr I am kinda sick of people not knowing the difference between enemies to lovers and oppressor/oppressed and trying to pass their stories made in poor taste as enemies to lovers. I support freedom of fiction, but the premise of freedom of fiction is that it shouldn't hurt anyone.

[tokkias]

My favorite characters *are* Natsu and Erza and my twice biases *are* Jeongyeon and Jihyo, how dare you read me so thoroughly

my biases are also jeongyeon and jihyo. we should kiss.

[pedro-pascal]

They are honestly the worst team in American baseball but Fenway Park is a wonderful stadium

i mean. have you seen the oakland's A's? they're on top on being the most miserable baseball teams vkjdfnvkjv. and the Angels make me want to bite a tree. imagine having both mike trout and shohei <3 ohtani in your team and having those kind of results? i'd die of guilt

[thebadboyfanclub]

I Don’t Think I Can Do This (Daemon x Reader)

Hey y’all so I know I was supposed to write another request but my job has cause my imagination to ran dry and this was certainly easier cause i wanted to write something that shows the burden that women carry and also that Daemon is a very grey character, I hope you guys like it

The story of (y/n) Eaglemore and Daemon Targaryen did not start as a love story, one would suppose that seems to be a common trait amongst the concept of arranged marriages, especially to a young maiden of an independent kingdom to the rogue prince Targaryen, their marriage was the establishment of Eaglemore joining their forces with the Targaryens, (y/n) was dressed in her traditional attire with her hair in an intricate style, she was breath of fresh air in the house of the dragons, a proud Eagle that was brave enough to fly with the dragons as the flag with the colors of red and black flew next to the black and red she assumed the similarities were bound as an omen for success.

That was quickly ripped out of her mind at the bedding ceremony that she endured, the prince was not brutal, yet she had hoped that he would forbid it, he was cold and only placed a kiss at the top of her head after it was done before he left her laying while the ones that observed it cleared the room, tears streamed down from embarrassment while the handmaidens helped her get up to assist her with her bath.

-

“Husband!”

She exclaimed excitedly before she skipped over to Daemon who was preoccupied with having a conversation with Viserys was much more important than turning his head to face her, alas the newlywed stood by his side and reached for his hand to get his attention, innocently she squeezed it only to be met with an annoyed expression as he gazed intensely at her.

“What?! (Y/n)! Did they not teach basic manners in your homeland?”

“I-I just, I wanted to give you this, I sewed it for you, it’s the dragon symbol with the eagle”

“Great, give it to the handmaidens, is that all?”

Suddenly she became hyper-aware of the pie of eyes around her, mostly men that had taken interest in the scene that unfolded in the gardens, she felt like a little girl scolded by her father, she bit her lower lip as her shoulders sunk in defeat, the glimpse in her eyes slowly disappearing like a light snuffed out.

“My apologies, I did not wish to interrupt you and the king, I hope you can forgive me, y-your grace”

“It is quite alright, my dear, for what it’s worth I found your creation a wonderful gift, do not pay attention to daemon he has never been good with gifts”

“If that means I have never been good with gifts that have no use then yes, I agree”

“I shall go, excuse me, your grace, husband”

She curtsied before she ran off, her chocolate-colored hair swinging left and right in her ponytail as her eyes looked down to hide the tears that she desperately held back, Daemon watched her and could sense the damage he had caused, sometimes he would catch himself staring at her with purity and interest, he had even smiled once when she struggled to find the right word in his language.

He should have stopped, he should have held his tongue when the evident quiver of her chin started to show when her eyes bounced in different directions as she wanted to gather her composure, but he didn’t, now Daemon stood as still as a grain of salt whilst she once again ran away from him covered in shame.

“She is your lady wife Daemon, must you be so hard on her?”

“A wife that was bestowed to me”

“She is also someone that was bestowed a spouse, yet she took it with grace and is grasping desperately to create the best out of the worst, as a man that prides himself on his intelligence your lady wife has surpassed you, at least in principle and empathy”

Daemon was stunned, as Viserys spoke in such kind words his words slashed through Daemon like the sharpest of knives, this was Daemon's second marriage, and it had become second nature to be rude and unattainable to his lady wife since the bronze bitch shared the same hatred as he did for her, now the cheerful lady with the deer like eyes and red puffy cheeks had been nothing but kind, a foreign pain in his chest started to make Daemon uneasy as she ran further and out of his line of sight.

“If I were you I would be very ashamed”

-

(Y/n) sat in front of the mirror as one of her handmaidens lit her candles and the other brushed (y/n)s hair to prepare her for bed, (y/n) stood as still as she could though her fingers intertwined with one another and twisted in odd ways.

“Could you leave me with Chiara, please? Thank you”

(Y/n) requested softly, the young handmaiden only curtsied before she walked out of (y/n)s chamber, whilst Chiara continued to brush her hair, they had grown into a bond that (y/n) felt comfort in, Chiara was sweet and honest, somewhat older, and had just given birth to her first child, she was the first handmaiden that she met when she got to the red keep.

“Do you love your lord husband?”

“I do, now”

“What do you mean?”

“I married him per my father's request, and he gave the biggest dowry, at first it was difficult, we had to figure out a way to communicate and after a while, I like to think that he grew to love me as much as I love him, though first, we respected one another, then love came gradually”

(Y/n) grew silent, her head hanging low before she bit her lip in defeat, she respected her lord husband? Did her lord husband respect her? After the incident on the morrow, it certainly didn’t feel like it.

(Y/n) had not noticed that Chiara had scrounged in front of her and placed her hands over (y/n)s, she only saw the tears that splashed over the handmaidens' skin.

“You won’t always feel like the outsider”

“I don’t think I can do this”

“You can, it is alright my dear”

One sob came after the other as (y/n)s body shook and Chiara lovingly wrapped her arms around the lady’s frame in such delicacy, it resembled a girl hugging her porcelain doll while she tried to not crack it, in its macabre nature you could identify a certain beauty, someone that had the strength to comfort a disheveled young lady as she navigated through womanhood and all its trials.

What had (y/n) nor Chiara had taken into account was that Prince Daemon had made his way to the half-cracked door, freezing in his sport once the whimpers of agony hit his ears, he peaked through the shadows only to be met with his lady wife letting tears stain her dress and hiccups shaking her hunching back as the handmaiden rubbed circles on her back.

“Prince Daemon is a fool for not acknowledging the precious stone that is you, may the gods bless him and open his eyes before he is taken from us”

Daemon had no reason to intervene, the poor lady was right, he was a fool, here she was, a beautiful and intelligent young royalty crying over his acts, he had always longed for home, for family, and now he kicked and toyed with it.

He should be the one comforting his lady wife, to gaze upon (y/n)s puffy and red face and do his best to calm her nerves, not to be the face of her pain, shamefully he scurried away without a word, mad at his reflection that stared back at him in such high horse, he had become everything he hated, a man that did not care about anyone but himself, stopping at nothing to prove he was right.

-

“Good morrow”

(Y/n) did not respond, she only raised her head and nodded at Daemon that had just entered the dining area, exhausted from crying the lady felt like a family of horses had run over her, getting barely a wink of sleep, evidently so by the veins under her eyes.

(Y/n)s silence was deafening to Daemon, however, he cleared his throat and took a sit next to his lady wife, waiting for a servant to pour him some wine.

“Orange juice? I believe we do not grow these over here”

“A gift from my mother, she said orange juice in the morning is a secret to a woman’s beauty”

“She must be the most astonishing lady back in your line”

“You met her, on our wedding feast, I believe you were too busy to pay attention, like always”

The last comment was barely above a whisper still sharp as a knife right on Daemon's abdomen, Daemon only turned his gaze at her, confused by her demeanor, it wasn’t uncalled for yet it took him by surprise, she always seemed to have the ability to hide her agony at least in public.

“Mayhaps we could go to her, I’m sure she will be more than happy if her daughter visited her”

“Not if my belly is flat, as much as she wanted me to be thin for most of my life she is now sending raven after raven to just check in with my monthly bleeds”

She informed him in a mumbling tone while her hand was rubbing circles on her temples, visibly annoyed over her mother's disregard for her well-being and hyper-focused on her womb.

Daemon was taken back by her comfortability to speak over her monthly visits, brushing it off easily though since they were husband and wife after all, those matters should concern him as well, the idea of a sweet little child running to (y/n)s arms brought him joy.

“It must be uneasy, being put in this position”

“Indeed and if I am being honest, my lord husband has not been making it any easier, with my empty womb nor his attitude”

“I understand you are cross with me”

“Can you blame me? You humiliated me”

Her tone switched from my king to a hiss, her eyes spewing fire as she stared back at him, it was the first time that she dared to show her true emotions, albeit Daemon could detect that it wasn’t just an act of anger but a sense of fear was laying behind those hues of hers.

He was correct, (y/n) feared for her future, the whispers of Daemon's visits to the street of silk, the adoration for his niece, his continuing ignorance over their wedlock, it all came crashing on her chest making it unable to breathe sometimes.

“I came to break my fast with you as a sign of goodwill, I want us to work on our relation-“

“Us? There is no us, you made sure of that my prince, you have crashed all my efforts and now you dare to speak of us”

“I cannot correct my past mistakes, I can only hope that you will allow me to work on our future, you did not deserve my coldness and for that, I sincerely apologize, I only wish for your good graces and for you to allow me to show you how I truly feel for you and our wedlock”

Silence, her eyes focused on his to scatter for one ounce of a lie, alas she was left with nothing, a sigh left her lips as she sunk to her chair defeated, why did the gods curse her with such a difficult match?

“I do not know if I can love you, I tried to desperately earn your affection for so long, I have grown tired of this”

“I know you have and I do not blame you, I beg you, my sweet (y/n), let me try”

His hand had found hers to hold, the warm flesh against hers grew goosebumps, a small beam of light found its way into her soul and a ghost of a smile appeared as (y/n) glimpsed upon their hands locked together, she gave him a subtle squeeze to see if this was a dream or reality.

“I suppose trying couldn’t hurt”

“Thank you, now you must eat, your mother might be right you have lost some weight”

“My efforts of getting accustomed to your foods have not been working”

“You do not have to, we can bring a cook from your homeland, my lady wife shall eat whatever her heart contents”

“There are some delicacies that I believe you would enjoy”

“I am not very picky with food so I will try anything you put in front of me”

Chatter was something (y/n) could easily do, however, even though Daemons spirits were high, (y/n) would steal glances of caution at him, was this another scheme? Or was he genuinely craving her presence and good graces?

“I was hoping you could come to meet Caraxes later”

“I do not know if that is the best idea”

“Nonsense, Caraxes is a part of me, therefore a part of you by law, soon our children will have their eggs on their cradle, if you are surrounded by dragons you need to get used to their presence”

Requests are open!

[meganwhalenturner]

Somebody wrote to ask me for advice on writing. This is what I told them:

I'm terrible at giving writing advice. I know that the best advice for one person can be the very worst for another, so feel free to ignore all of this except for the very first bit:  

There are a lot of people who will tell you they can help you write better, get your manuscript edited, get your book published.  A lot of them just want your money. As a general rule, don't give people your money for what you write -- make people give you THEIR money for what you write.  I've heard this called Yog's Law:  Money Should Flow to the Author.

Check out the Writer Beware site run by SFWA.

Not every writing program is a scam, but don't think you have to have an MFA or attend a famous writing workshop to be taken seriously as a writer.  You don't.

Decide who you are writing for before you start.  It's okay to write for yourself.  It's okay to write for that one person in high school with whom you shared fanfiction.  (I did that, it was The Thief).  It's okay to aim for a worldwide audience and it's okay to write for the three people in the entire world who will appreciate your story.  When you run into criticism (and you will) you want to be able to ask yourself if the criticism is coming from your audience.  If it's not, take it with a big grain of salt.

Writing can be hard work and it feels good to work hard, but it's okay to do it for fun.  Maybe you just want to write craptastic fanfiction -- you should do that and I hope you enjoy yourself.  Don't let other people dictate what "worthwhile" writing is.

Don't be afraid to write badly. Don't be afraid you'll "waste" that really good idea you have because you couldn't write well enough to do it justice.  You'll have another good idea.  

You have to write to be a writer.  That sounds obvious, but you have to figure out for yourself what makes writing happen and then you have to do it.  Some people will tell you their way of writing is guaranteed to work.  Do not believe them.  Some people can set themselves goals -- they write 2,000 words a day and they are good words!  Some set themselves a goal and they waste an entire day squeezing out 2,000 garbage words. Sometimes the conditions that you need in order to work will seem silly.  Friederich Von Schiller kept rotting apples around to sniff while he wrote.  I don't know if that would work for you. Only you know the way for you.  

Good luck,

~mwt

[luvrrszn]

mean

REMUS LUPIN x FEM READER

summary full moon turns your remus into someone unrecognisable

warnings angst probably, probably inaccurate hp facts, bad writing, not proofread, probably a piece of trash i just needed it out of my drafts lol

a/n it has been SO long since i've written for hp so it's probably full of inaccuracies 😭 take everything with a grain of salt and PLEASE send in more requests ily

masterlist

james has a shit-eating grin on his face when you walk in.

“oh, bloody hell. what is it now?” you groan as you flop onto your boyfriend's, remus's, bed.

"wait till you see what pads did to snape's robes." james reveals, unable to contain his grin.

"oh c'mon, jamie. when are you guys gonna get tired of picking on him? you guys are gonna get in serious trouble one day, i'm tellin ya." you sigh as you try to find a comfortable position to sit in.

just then, the door swings open to reveal sirius and your beloved boyfriend, remus. sirius has his usual smirk, while remus looks a little downer than usual. you check the date on the calendar next to his bed and realises it's almost full moon.

he takes off his shoes and slides into his bed next to you. you snuggle up next to him, and he rests an arm around your shoulder.

"should we go to hogsmeade this weekend?" james suggests, and you nod, saying animatedly, "yes please. i need new quills, and i'd like to pop by honeydukes."

usually, remus chides you for the sheer amount of sugar you consume. this time, he remains silent. this is your first clue that something's wrong.

while james and sirius argue over nothing, you turn to face remus, eye full of concern. you ask, "remmy, are you okay? you've barely said a word all day."

"i'm fine," he replies. you're left puzzled, by the lack of endearment. but you decide not to push any further, turning your attention back to the book you had just picked off his nightstand.

"is that my book? why are you always touching my things?" remus snatches the book out of your hands, only to receive perplexed glances from james and sirius.

"oi, loosen up, moony. it's just a book, don't be mean." james stands up for you. so does sirius, saying, "yeah moony, don't be an arse."

remus just ignores them.

an hour passes, and so does about four different conversation between james, sirius and you. remus has barely spoken a word, and you're getting more and more concerned by the second.

"remmy, are you sure you're okay? are you feeling unwell?" you ask, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead.

"i'm fine, stop worrying," he says, curt. you're a bit shocked, by the tone he's taken with you and the way he barely looks at you.

"oh, merlin. do you ever shut up? all you do is talk and talk and talk. will you leave me alone for one bloody second?" remus snaps at you.

james and sirius immediately stop talking, and stare at remus in shock. remus worships the ground you walk on, never in a million years would they imagine him talking to you like this.

you're equally shocked yourself. you knew remus had a short temper around full moon, but his anger was never, never, directed towards you.

you get up from the bed and it takes everything for you to not cry in front of your friends. you say softly, "i think i'm going to go back to my room. goodnight, guys."

"dove, wait," remus calls out, his voice apologetic.

you pretend you don't hear him and walk out of the door, not looking back once.

—

when you push open the door to your dorm room, with tears streaming down your face, lily immediately beckons you over to her bed.

"oh, dear. what happened now?" she asks gently, holding you in her arms as she strokes your hair.

"boys are assholes." you grumble.

"tell me something i don't know." lily chuckles.

she holds you as you cry. she silently vows to not let remus near you any time in the next few weeks.

—

and just as she promised herself she would, lily had you surrounded with friends for the next few weeks, making it impossible for remus to reach you, or for you to reach him.

full moon had come and gone, and it killed you to know that you weren't there for remus while he went through it.

you weren't left to dwell on it for long, with all your friends always surrounding you, keeping you occupied.

remus, however, was left to stress over the fact that he hadn't been able to make it up to you, and not for a lack of trying. with lily and your friends around you round the clock, he never had an opportunity to approach you without death glares from four different girls.

his opportunity arises when you fall off your broom while playing quidditch.

—

"madam pomfrey, i'm fine, please, let me go back o—" you plead, only to be cut off.

"nonsense, dear. you need to be kept for observation. i won't have you go back out to play." she shakes her head, and disappears to tend to another student.

the door creaks open, and you see a familiar face poke in.

your boyfriend, whom you haven't spoken to in three weeks.

he has a sheepish look on his face as he sits down on the chair next to the bed you're lying on.

"dove, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that, especially not in front of our friends. i was stressed, but it's still no excuse for the way i treated you. i hope you can forgive me." he says, gently taking your hand in his.

you let out a sigh, saying, "it was really mean, remmy."

"i know, i know, dove. and i'm so, so sorry. i should have never spoken to you that way. I'll never speak to you like that ever again, swear. else you can chop my balls off, i swear." he replies, giving you a small smile.

"fine, remmy. but you're an absolute arse, i hope you know that."

"i promise you i do." he replies as he presses a kiss into your hair.