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Autumn F/O Ask Game!

   waaahh, I didn’t actually expect to get an ask... this blog is super new- 🥺😭💖  thank u so so much for the ask!! I’ll do this wiiiiith Sunny + Moony! ✨

🧶: You and your f/o have busted out your cozy autumn clothing! What are you two wearing?

   I luuuuvvv big sweaters! so it’s usually sweaters/oversized sweaters and...jeans. tryin’ to get more cutesy stuff, but... nervous. 👉👈 ideely, tho-!! wanna wear sweaters an’ cute socks in cozy pants...maybe get cute socks, too?

    Sunny an’ Moony don’t gotta wear cozy clothes, but... it’s cute to imagine them wearing some!! so my personal faves is them wearing a hoodie w/ cozy-pants orrr a sweater, too! Sunny would wear lotsa warm colors an’ Moony cool colors w/- as always- a starry theme to it... probs smell like lavender, too. XP

🍁: What is your favorite thing about autumn? What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about it?

   oh oh oh!!! so many things!! it gets cooler and the colors of leaves change and... oh! it’s my favorite season! along w/ winter; I like when it gets colder. I also get to wear long sleeves, so that’s really nice, too!

   Sunny likes the changing colors an’ crunchy leaves! also doing projects w/ them. I wanna jump in a leaf pile w/ Sunny one day... 🥺 I get more excited for playing during the day, too, since it’s now the perf temp outside to play!

   Moony likes that the sun starts setting quicker, how cool it gets, and stargazing! it’s loooots easier to see things clear at night in the cooler times...I think. that’s how it feels for me, anyways! I try to keep up with constellations...but I still don’t know much, yet. XP  ‘m tryin’, tho!

🌾: You and your f/o attempt to make it through a corn maze. How does that go for you?

My muse can:

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

Really, if you think about it, it makes perfect sense! He was bitten when he was very young, and since his parents rejected the idea of anyone knowing their son’s true nature (thus why they immediately moved town as soon as questions arised,) Remus deduced that the only thing left for him to do was lie about it.

At first he would listen to his parents lie about it, since his excuses were still silly and childish. However, as he does with everything he puts his mind into, he dedicates himself and by the age of ten his ability of lying has improved considerably. This is a good thing, really, since now he is supposed to overcome the ultimate test — fool an entire school. And hell he’s good at it; how could anyone doubt of poor little Remus? Well, three people do, but that does far from discourage him.

With the Marauders, Remus has nothing but even more chances of polish his skills in the fine art of lying, as James calls it, and more often than not, the supposedly shy and quiet boy has everyone convinced that the Marauders are little to no responsible for the weird things happening in the castle. Though his friends usually are by his side when he comes up with lies and excuses, still he manages to get better and better at it with every day that goes by, and soon he’s able to lie to the three other boys while looking them in the eye and keeping a straight face; he usually chooses not to do it, anyway.

Ever since he was thirteen he'd been getting a few centimeters taller every other month, but that was something he could handle. Even when he grew up almost ten centimeters at the beginning of his fifth year he'd been able to manage. The problem, however, began when he awoke one day before his sixth year realising he was almost fifteen centimeters taller than the previous week, that his arms were incredibly long (not to mention his legs, which the marauders would qualify as kilometric,) and his feet were similar to those of the squash. Suddenly, not only he had to change his entire wardrobe, but also found himself trapped in a body that just wasn't his.

Lyall and Hope told him it was related to his lycanthropy, Remus only thought he now had one more reason to hate the wolf, since he spent the rest of the summer tripping over his own feet, getting hit in the head by low ceiling, and dropping stuff from his too-big-to-function hands.

❝ oh, um— well, I… actually, i was very little when i was bitten,     so, thankfully, i don’t have many memories of that. I do recall,     however,       that i had decided to investigate the countryside      when it happened. It was actually pretty sudden —something     tackling me down, then a wave of pain. Next thing i remember     is my mother’s teary eyes staring down at me, my dad’s face,     full of regret, and the hospital.    My first full moon, though; ha,     that’s another story. I’m not sure you wanna go down that way,     though? I mean, it isn’t— y’know, particularly… nice.

                                          Life as a werewolf… well, i must say is not exactly your                                          dream life,   and i’m not only talking about the imminent                                          fate of turning into a dreadful creature every month,  but                                          rather what comes with that.   What i mean, is having to                                          see the hurt look on my mother’s face every day, ‘cause                                          it  never  went  away;     i mean my dad not being able to                                          hold my stare because he’s disgusted with himself,    for                                          letting this happen to me.   And let’s not forget the not-so                                          dramatic things   (though for a kid they are,)    like being                                          unable  to   make   friends   not  only  for   fear   of   them                                           realising about my furry little problem, but also because                                          i was constantly moving.      Guess I really should thank                                          Dumbledore for letting me in at Hogwarts. If it wasn’t for                                          him,  really,   i never would’ve met the three idiots that i                                          call my brothers,     the ones who don’t make it so hard                                          for me to believe that things may get better.