#< Putting that just in case someone doesn't want to see a naked man transform into a werewoof. Lol.

[adventuretolkienlover]

OMG. LOL!🤣

silly werewolf transformation

[llamagoddessofficial]

What if, before Sans could give her the necklace, another god decided to curse her into another form? Like maybe a monstrous beast? There's plenty of deities strong enough to do things like that for even the pettiest of reasons and she's low enough on the tiers that whoever cursed her would probably immediately forget who she was and what she was turned into. That's all frivolous knowledge now- punishment has been given, end of story. Except it's not- Sans doesn't know where MC is or what happened to her and in her case she might be hunted down by heroes questing for glory

Oh no

anon

why'd you do this to me

now i have to write this

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You don’t even know what you did.

The cave was damp. It was small, it was cold, and despite the fact that all the animal residents had fled the moment you arrived it still stank heavily with the foul collective odours of fur, sweat, faeces and death, the stench permeating the chamber from every crack and crevice that led further underground. It was pitch black, a swallowing darkness... but it wasn’t like you noticed, giant form curled in a corner, matted fur soaked with so much mud and miasma that if it weren’t for your strained breathing you easily could’ve been mistaken for part of the cave floor.

Every monster needed a weakness a hero could use to overcome it. And yours... yours was your near-blindness. Once your sight left the smells and sounds of the world around you became overwhelming, terrifying, painful, forcing you to flee in a panic to the nearest damp hole where everything was muffled as much as possible.

I don’t even know what I did.

Claws. Teeth so big you could no longer shut your mouth. Scales and fur, leather skin, a body so huge you could barely carry yourself, and a horrifying overbearing sensation of fear and hunger. You knew what happened to monsters- the role they played in the legends. Your job was to terrorise innocent people until you died at the hands of the hero. Nobody was going to help you... nobody was going to stop long enough to realise the guttural sounds you were making were merely cries for help.

...

A new smell. At the entrance to your cave. It was... a blue smell, cold and smooth and carrying in on the wind, coming closer. The movement and the presence of someone else alarmed you, frightened you- you dragged yourself to your feet in confusion, forcing your heavy body up on shaking and aching legs, stirring up the rotten air as you turned to face the intruder, jaws hanging open.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

“... oh... oh no...” 

The voice was... softer than you anticipated. Gentler. You were bigger than it- you looked down at where it was coming from. But you still hated it.

It was a new feeling you’d been growing accustomed to... in the same way you’d grow accustomed to an infectious mould in a room you were trapped in. Hatred. Hatred toward anything that moved. You were alone, in pain, not understanding what you did to deserve this or why nobody had come to you when you screamed as you transformed. Your friends, your siblings, your mother...

But then again, she’d be ecstatic about this, wouldn’t she? Now she’s famous- the mother of a monster. If I die at the hands of a stupid little God or prince, she has her place in history.

Suddenly, you were imagining clamping your jaws around her torso and tossing her like a ragdoll. You were imagining putting teeth through the ribcages of your siblings. The thoughts brought you joy.

“shh... don’t do that.” The voice said, reminding you it was there. “thinking that way is feeding the curse.”

It started coming closer. You could sense something, an icy shadow falling over you- your jaws cracked open further and a snarl fell out alongside a steaming breath. The sound was so horrible, so ugly, so deep... but then again, every sound you’d made so far had been like that. You were starting to forget what it felt like to open your mouth and hear a voice.

The growl didn’t deter it. It kept coming. The closer it got, the more agitated you became; it didn’t feel like any God you knew. It felt ancient and dark in a scary and overwhelming way, how did it feel bigger than you even though the voice came from somewhere you had an advantage on? In your head, it was like a huge shadowy monster even bigger than yourself was pressing toward you. You started to back away, into the edge of the cave, snarling getting louder... filth-covered hackles raising in warning. It just kept coming, i-it kept, your back legs hit the wall and go away, go away!

You lashed out. Your head lurched forward and your jaws closed, hard, around a boney hand.

...

The other hand touched your snout.

It made you freeze. You weren’t sure if it was some kind of power this Other Monster had placed over you, or if the sensation of being touched was just so... unexpected.

“... what have they done to you, flower?” It... he said. Despite how pristine his dark aura was, he touched your filth-caked muzzle with no hesitation. The hand was small on your face, it slowly moved... up and down.

Comforting you.

“it’s alright.” Even softer; a murmur, trees rustling in the night, gentle on your aching ears. “you’re still you, my love, no matter what body you’re in.”

... You started to quiver. Who are you? You could see eyes, little white dots, despite not being able to see.

“i need you to let go, for me.” He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you still had his other hand in a vice-grip that would shatter a lesser man’s bones. His voice hadn’t become any less soothing. “i know you’re in pain. but you cannot hold on to it... that’s how the change takes hold. you just need to let me help you.”

Let... you...?

... A strange feeling. Like someone was wrapping a blanket around your dirty, wet body. It shimmered, but it felt so nice... and it seemed to lovingly push on your mind, wrapping it up as gently as a butterfly’s wings. The barest touch of tiredness was enough to make your legs quiver and slowly buckle- your belly touched the floor, and he went down with you, still caressing your face.

You wanted to shake the blanket off. You wanted to shake the arms away from you. But... he didn’t let you go... and you were so tired of being wet and afraid.

At least... someone came for you.

“... there. that’s it...” He cooed, stroking the ugly, unnatural mess of fur and scaled and skin that was you. The blanket was getting heavier and heavier... You let go of his hand. He removed it from your mouth, placing one hand on your snout and one on your jaw...

“... shh... let go.”

...

As soon as you went under... the monstrous leathery skin and fangs fell away into a thick ash that settled into a slush onto the wet cave floor.

... He removed the black robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around your small, naked, dirty true form, lifting you up to cradle you in his arms... then vanishing with you into the shadows.

[calm-anxiety]

THE RITHMATIST (Brandon Sanderson)

What I can remember is that it's in a world where certain people can make their drawings come to life and there are even competitions with little chalk figures drawn on the floor. Anyway there's this boy (forgot his name oof) who loves everything about that talent/power but he never got to go to the ceremony that determines if he has it too. Also there's a murder (someone from his school). Turns out someone figured out how to get the things they draw to hurt people bc they they're supposed to only affect chalk. The boy has to find the murderer before someone else gets hurt.

Norse Mythology (Neil Gaiman)

Not sure if there's anything to explain here 😂😂 Also Loki is an ass but I still love him

A Pocketful of Crows (Joanne M. Harris)

It's an absolutely beautiful book from the design of the cover and illustrations inside to the story itself. It's about a black woman (like a witch but I'm not sure because I don't have the English version I'm just translating how I can from Bulgarian) who falls in love with a white man who happens to be a prince and turns into a cat so she can sneak into the palace and be with him. That (having a name aka belonging to someone and that's what the prince does he gives her a name because she refuses to tell him her name(because she doesn't have one but he just thinks that she just doesn't want to tell him)) is forbidden for their people so she loses her powers and can no longer use the animals' bodies. She realises her mistake after her prince sends her back in her small house in the forest after his father comes back and sees her. She asks an elder (no one knows how old she is but she's a tree/transformed into a tree(I'm still not sure how that works)) how she can get her powers back and basically she has to wait a year and do some things including to kill the prince but he realises that and sends people to burn the forest and hunt her down but she hides and I'll leave the ending a secret just in case you decide to read it 😉

Life With the First Masochist (Wand von Sacher-Masoch)

I'm not sure if this is the name of the book as it might be different than the literal translation from Bulgarian but the cover has a huge naked woman sitting on a pile of naked bloody bodies so if you search it you'll easily find it. It's a book about the life of Wand with her husband Leopold and it's actually really interesting.

The Sword of the Templars (Paul Christopher)

I'm just going to put this here bc it's one of the few English books I own. Although it is part of a series (the first one) so I'm not sure if that's what you want.

And if you actually want series then I recommend anything by Cassandra Clare (what I mean by anything is anything with shadowhunters in it 😂😂).

I hope you have a lovely time on your adventure!

So I’m going on a 6-week adventure across Europe next month and I need some book recommendations!

What’s your favourite book? Lemme know!!