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urban fantasy | WEREWOLVES

“ so what? you got a crew? i got a crew too ”

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actual puppy rhea ó faoláin

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wishlist idea: rhea is doing an investigative piece for the newspaper she works at, and your muse is a source for her but in the midst of her research she finds a picture of your muse from the 1800s and discovers they’re immortal

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unearthlyxones

‘Of course!’ She swung her backpack off one shoulder and rummaged inside it amongst all the heavy textbooks she’d been carrying all day until her fingers closed around the cold bottle of water. She pulled it out, hefted the bag back onto her shoulder, and held the bottle out to the girl.

‘I can get you something else if you want? Or.. Maybe, help you back to your dorm room or something?’

Freya took the bottle with a small grateful smile before struggling with the lid for a couple moments. She took a long gulp of water, feeling slightly better but didn’t make a move to hand the bottle back incase the nausea came back.

”Getting back to my dorm sounds great,” she says, taking a look around the cubicle, definitely nicer places to be sitting on the floor.

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inlupineways

    She adjusted the blanket, moved it so it provided more cushioning to the injured leg. The swelling had decreased, but Anne wouldn’t take a chance. She added an extra pillow to prop it up.

    The woman stirred and Anne withdrew. Just in case she gave a start or tried to attack. She might be in human form, but a wolf she was, and a wounded animal was still apt to bite if scared or provoked. Anne sought to minimize that.

    “You’re safe. In my home. In the country.” It was a minimalist response, and probably didn’t specifically answer her question. “I’m a nurse and you were injured.”

    She had been close to running at the sight of the woman standing next to her but a pain in her leg when she moved it slightly along with her words meant that Rhea decided she wasn’t in any immediate danger so could stay still for a while with cautious optimism.

     “Thanks, I guess,” she said, trying to move so that she was sitting up straight without moving her leg, she had yet to look down at the injured limb after all enhanced healing could only heal so much, “How long was I out?”

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&. PLATONIC STARTERS.

“are you feeling better today?”

“you’re my best friend. you’re supposed to deal with the second-hand embarrassment.”

”come on, i can’t go to the party alone.”

“you deserve so much better.”

“here, let me help.”

“can i sleep over? my parents are fighting again.”

“you don’t have to deal with everything alone.”

“how about i come over and help you throw away all those clothes you’ve been hoarding?”

“you know s/he’s just going to hurt you.”

“call me. text me. reach out for me, for godsake.”

“you’re freezing. come here.”

“you know me better than anyone.”

“i’m saying this because i care about you.”

“ugh, you’re sweaty- get off.”

“you know what, we make a pretty good team.”

“we should run away.”

“you’re a horrible liar. i’ve known you far too long to be able to tell.”

“sing me a song please?”

“i miss her/him. and i know i shouldn’t, but i do.”

“let’s go somewhere. i’m tired of this town.”

“i just want you to be happy”

“don’t listen to them. they’re just jealous of how cute you are”

“i’m dying without you. when are you coming back?”

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open to: anyone   possible connections: strangers to friends, stranger to friends to lovers, etc..     based on: this

Rhea’s sports bag pulled at her shoulder as she stalked into the empty gym. Muttering to herself, she slammed the lights with her palm. Tossing her bag on the ground, she dug through it to find her knuckle wrap. Yanking it out of her bag, she started to call him every awful thing she could think of. Although the insults were cathartic, she was mostly looking forward to facing the torn up punching bag in the corner.

Stuffing her headphones in her ears she marched over to the hanging bag, tightening the knuckle wraps so they wouldn’t slip around. Firmly planting her feet, she carefully brought her fists up, preparing for the first blow. Slamming the bag over and over again, she threw every ounce of anger she had at the sack.

Then someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Rhea turned, her fist flying purposefully into the stranger’s face, immediately reeling back to launch another blow, before realising what she had done.

“Fuck,” Rhea cursed, taking a step forward and reaching out in an attempt to catch the stranger.

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tenderqueerthings #40, Mar Pascual. 2016.

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open starter for freya

Freya let her hands drop to her side, she had been trying to cast the location spell for the past five minutes but each time she started her friend has asked another ridiculous question, “Dude, what do you think this is? Harry Potter? My spells take time and they take concentration.”

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open starter for clíodhna

There was something about the most recent crime scene that had been eating away at Clíodhna since the ME had mentioned the body was moved and the only thing that she could think of to find an answer was to follow where her instincts took her.

After half an hour or so of walking she stops and frowns, “An empty parking lot? Really? Could this be more full of bad horror movie cliches.” she asked aloud, looking for a sign that this was definitely the place she was meant to be looking.

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freya and being Jewish

while being Jewish has always been a significant and important part of her identity she has never believed in god.

she was raised as a secular Jew which means that it is a part of her family and tradition

she never had a bat mitzvah but this was because of the curse since she wouldn’t speak in front of people

she learnt how to read Hebrew even though she can’t understand it she can read some of the letters and has a lot of songs and prayers memories

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“I’m going to the grocery store, just so you know. What an adventure.”

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       ❝ undeterred by her pregnancy, death or strange occurrences happening in her life,                                                clíodhna moved away for college ❞

So I lied, Clío wasn’t undeterred, unaffected or any other un word you can think of by the events in her last year of high school. She was a seventeen-year-old who found herself pregnant before she was ready, something that caused her to lose one of her closest friends and at the end of it die. The summer before she moved away was spent seeing a therapist recommended by the hospital who diagnosed her with PTSD. But after that, she threw herself back into school and work, never really stopping to take care of herself.

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me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism???????? what?????

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fragments of a fragile universe | p.d

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angry, snowy demon. (ง •̀_•́)ง