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[devinevirtue]

@fireandsparks // Silver Wolf

SC - Not Accepting

      "Look. Listen. Stop being difficult! It's just for a moment!" They say with determination. "I just want to see what makes it tick and if I can upgrade the speed stats for a faster combo moves or even special attacks!" Should they interfer with someones arm? No. But that isn't going to stop them anytime soon. Not when upgrades can happen!

[guttergirlcore]

A Den of Lions & Wolves

Cregan Stark x Lannister! Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS // It's your wedding day. You're a daughter of the powerful Lannister Dynasty. In a move for power, your father weds you to the man they call the "Wolf of Winterfell," Lord Cregan Stark. You know nothing of the Lord, only that you are expected to be his wife and bring him heirs as soon as possible. You dare not hope for romance, but your wedding night brings more than a few surprises.

WARNINGS // HotD universe, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, possessive behavior, Lannister!reader, AFAB she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, angst, stand-offish Cregan, smut ofc

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Your eyes burn with the unshed tears you've been holding in all day. Across from you stands the formidable Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North and head of the Stark Dynasty. In a few short moments, you'll be his wife and forever-more, Lady Y/N Stark.

The thought alone feels like a snake wrapping around your throat, closing off any possibility of escape.

Still, Lord Stark is a better match than you could have hoped for. He comes with a powerful title and appears to be close to your own age. Your mother was but a child of ten and three when she married your father, the then-grown Lord Therion Lannister.

The officiant continues his speech, allowing you the time to retreat into your mind before you must deliver the obligated "I do."

Just as you begin to slip into thoughts of the possibly bleak future ahead, Lord Stark reaches a hooked finger below your chin, firmly lifting your gaze from the snow at your feet to his ice-grey eyes. The eyes of a wolf, you think.

His gaze dares you to look away, to disobey his silent command. You know better.

You remind yourself that it could be worse. Lord Stark is undoubtedly good-looking. Not that you knew anything of his personality. You've heard that he is a good and fair Lord, but what did that really mean? All you could hope is that he would be kinder than the family you come from.

"I do." His booming voice echoes out, completing his vows.

"And you?" The officiant turns his attention to you.

"I do." You quietly confirm. What was the alternative?

Lord Stark draws you in for a kiss. As his lips find yours, you can't help but feel the final chess piece move into place on the board of your life.

Your hands smooth over the brown fur hide draped across the bed. You sat nervously on the edge, your eyes darting to the closed door time and again. Your handmaidens escorted you here after your bath, clothing you in a simple sheer nightgown and instructing you to wait for your Lord. You knew what was to come next.

Before you left home, your mother informed you of the duties you'd be expected to assume as a wife. She kept it simple, but you caught on quickly.

"A woman's duty is to obey, whatever the command, however she can," you heard your mother in the back of your mind. You internally rebelled against the notion, but you dared not act out on your dissent. Instead, you waited, resolute on what would come.

The silver knob of the door begins to turn and you take a deep breath.

In walks your husband, still dressed in his wedding attire. He closes the door firmly behind him and stands silently above you, his gaze sharp and piercing. Though you've known him less than a day, you gathered that he is a man of few words.

"Do you know what you are to do?" Lord Stark demanded.

You recalled your mother's words once more.

"I am to obey you, my Lord. Please, use me as you will." You laid back onto the fur-lined bed, gaze fixing on the ceiling.

Your skin felt charged, ready to ignite. A few unbearably long seconds passed before he spoke again.

"You are my wife and Lady of Winterfell, and you'll be treated as such. I won't fuck you like some broodmare." His strong hands find yours on the bed and effortlessly pull you to your feet. Still, in your standing position, Lord Stark towers over you.

"May I undress you?" He asks.

You're stunned by his demeanor but nod your head in consent.

His fingers find the hem of your gown, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls it off of you and lets it drop into a shimmery pool at your feet. Your face grows warm at your bareness as his eyes roam hungrily over your body.

He unhooks several clasps and buckles on his own clothing, letting each piece drop to the ground with heavy thuds and occasional metallic clangs until he, too, is bare before you.

Your gaze travels down his strong, muscled torso and lower. You barely stifle a gasp at his length.

He reaches for your hand and places it atop his abdomen, slowly pulling your hand down until it rests on his erect cock. Your gasp echoes throughout the room this time.

Lord Stark's lips feverishly find yours as he helps you pump your hand up and down his length a few times. His warm tongue prods at your mouth until you relent to him, welcoming him inside. When you've found a rhythm, he releases your hand and places his onto your heat, feeling your wetness coat the pads of his fingers. Slowly, he dips two fingers at your entrance, gathering the juices there and smearing it across your bottom lip. Just as quickly, he licks it off with a satisfied hum.

The pace of your hand on his swollen cock quickens and he draws your hand away.

"That's enough of that. I don't want to waste my seed on the floor." He commands, gently pushing you back to a seated position on the bed.

"Lay back and spread yourself for me," he says.

You do as you're told, legs pulling apart to reveal the sticky mess he's already managed to make of you.

"What I wouldn't give to savor you tonight, but we've both got duties to fulfill." He grumbles, his heavy footsteps thudding closer to you.

With another step, you feel the pressure of the red, leaking tip of his cock press against your hole. You take a deep gulp of air as he steadily pushes his way inside you, groaning loudly and filling you to your absolute capacity. Your hands spring to his toned back as he lay atop you.

The pressure of his enormous member is nearly painful, but he allows you a moment to adjust once he bottoms out, which you are grateful for.

Not in the mood for prolonging anymore, he begins to deeply pump inside of you. It doesn't take long for the pressure to turn pleasurable as your moans mix with his.

Your legs lift to wrap around his hips, allowing him further inside you. This earns you a deep and hungry kiss as Lord Stark picks up his pace, fucking into you more desperately now.

You feel the hard slap of his full balls against your pussy with each thrust, pulling your closer to your own release.

Lord Stark feels your nearing as you tighten impossibly harder on his throbbing cock.

"Let go for me, Y/N. Let go and I'll give you your reward." He commands, and you are surprised to find how similar commands can sound like begging in the right context.

As always, you obey, gushing around his length with a strained cry of euphoria. Just as the last waves of your orgasm wash over you, you feel your Lord's pulsing cock contract inside of you, and his hot seed filling your womb. His moans crescendo into shouts of pleasure, echoing against the stone walls of your bed chamber.

He stills inside you for a moment, still throbbing but coming down from his unbearable high. Once he's composed himself, he slowly pulls out of you and his seed threatens to spill out.

He shoves his thick fingers inside your sore hole, pushing his cum back in. "You'll keep this inside, do you understand?" He says, his wolf eyes staring into you.

"I expect to have you again in a fortnight," he commands, hastily dressing in the clothes he'd discarded on the floor not long ago. "The handmaidens will make sure your needs are met while I am away."

"Yes, Lord Stark." You nod your head in understanding, too overstimulated by the day's events to ask any further questions.

"Please, it's Cregan. No need for the formalities. After all, that's my seed filling your cunt, is it not?" With that, Lord Cregan Stark swept out of the room.

[pryllee]

Whoops.

Blade x Fem! Reader

Injuries, confessing, teensy bit angsty, reader has wings, mwuah

A/N: Short summary, you got injured, blade doesn't seem to care much, you become mad asf and blurt out a confession on accident while Kafka and the others are in the room. I'll use normal text this time incase people can't see clearly.

—

Blade cleans out your wound apparently trying to be gentle yet fails horribly making his motions rigid as fuck.

You can't help but wince and flinch at the stinging sensation the alcohol dampened cotton ball rubs at the harsh bruise on your ankle.

"Fuck— ow! Do I really need a bruise cleaned out?" You sob in disdain, wings suddenly flinching as the cotton ball makes its way down the huge neon red slash on your back.

"Yes. Now stop moving so much." He scolded back in response, only pulling out a soft annoyed whimper out of your pursed lips.

"Bladie, y'know you should try to be a bit more gentle with her." Kafka sighs, seeming to feel bad for you.

As you tried to fly away during a mission to avoid a horrid predicament, one of the opposers had tugged onto your leg harshly, slicing your back in the process of trying to cut your wings.

"Not my fault she keeps squirming around so much." Grabbing a roll of gauze, wrapping it around your torso trying to avoid hindering your capabilities to fly — in short, trying not to wrap your wings along as well.

"There." He cut the gauze off, securing it in place as you see the others enter the room from behind.

They're probably here to grab a few things.

He stood up, returning to his normal stance, "Now, can I go Kafka?" Speaking impatiently. The tone and choice of words triggered something inside of you, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Aeons, Blade, if you never wanted to even come see me in the first place, you should've just stayed in your stupid training grounds mindlessly fighting your dumb inner demons." You scowled, earning a shocked look from Kafka, with the others turning their head in curiousity

"What?" Blade hissed, daring you to repeat those words you so unthankfully uttered after he helped you.

"Oh don't even. You clearly heard what I said you asshole — God why are you so fucking clueless whenever I come around? You always listen to Kafka, Kafka this, Kafka that." You mock him, adding more;

"I don't even understand why I like you!"

You abruptly cover your mouth almost instantly as shock took over your whole body, realizing what you had accidentally blurted out unconciously.

Silver Wolfs jaw seemed to drop, mouth agape from your sudden confession she and Firefly had accidentally stumbled into.

"Oh?" Kafka gave a small laugh, yet tears threatnened to spill from the embarrassment avoiding Blades eyes as you hurriedly got up, fishing up your discarded shirt making a mad dash out of the infirmary with your wings covering your whole upper half to try shield you from the eyes that were on you.

You couldn't even tell what the expression on his face was as you ran away in a fit of embarrassment.

Wanting to bury a hole to hide in forever, yet you couldn't. Only running outside onto the rooftop.

You held onto the railings, trying to take deep breathes, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from flowing.

For some reason, you felt like snapping today. Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of bed, but who knows?

You nestled your head against your arms, resting against the ice cold metal. Till you suddenly heard the rooftop door fly open.

Soft yet loud footsteps could be heard approaching you from behind, making a few tears slip out dampening your sleeves slightly in the process.

It was obvious one of them told him to run after you — yet you just continued to burrow your head, hiding yourself in embarrassment hoping he'd just walk away like he always did after taking one glance to confirm you were fine.

Your wings again flinched at the sudden contact of a finger, "Piss off." You hissed, turning your head to the side trying to avoid his prying eyes.

"You liked me?" He asked, leaning against the railings you weren't facing.

You only remained silent, feeling like you could vomit at any moment with how your stomach felt like it was twisting out of anxiety. He tugged at your hair, making you face him earning an annoyed hiss.

"I'm sorry."

"...?"

He apologized...— He apologized ?

He let go of your hair, instead wrapping one hand around your neck as he leaned into your lips. Kissing you.

His lips felt rough, yet warm. The rest of his body seemed to be cold to the touch like a lifeless body, yet his lips felt warm against yours.

You pushed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tightly never wanting to let go — until you hear a ’ click! ’ from behind you.

"Whoops, didn't meant to interrupt the moment, sorry guys." Silver Wolf giggled amusingly with a camera in hand, causing the blood from your face drain.

You were about to run over to smack the camera out of her hands, but Blades grip on you intensified.

"Ignore her." He hummed.

"But—" As you were about to speak, he shut you up with a kiss once again as Silver Wolf took it as her cue to make a run for it.

Pulling away, his lips left a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Blade became a lot more doting after this.

[youareunbearable]

Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been

Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy

She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.

Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.

The bastard won't even name their child.

She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.

Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.

At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.

The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.

A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.

Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.

The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.

Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.

The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.

"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."

So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.

The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.

As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.

Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.

Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.

Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.

When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.

She bares her bloody teeth in smile.

[s-ephiroth]

snow yearnings

Sephgeal Week, Day 2: Snowfall

Sephiroth longs only for that which he's not really allowed to pursue.

(Angeal longs for him.)

-

Banora had a tropical climate.

This meant there wasn't enough cold for snow to fall in winter. Hell, it shouldn't even be cold enough for dumbapples to grow, but those seemed to follow their own rules, completely divorced from whatever plans nature had for the land; somewhat smart at that, despite their name.

It also meant Angeal had never experienced snow until he left town.

The very first time, it was on a simulation.

(There was no way Shinra was about to send the young SOLDIER members to harsh weather environments without any sort of training first. Or rather, he liked to imagine that to be the case, hopeful as he had been about that whole thing.)

A simple mission it was; he just needed to sneak into a base, for starters. The enemy guards weren't programmed to be so intelligent as they looked threatening. The issue was more having to do it alone, rather than anything else, really.

Once inside, he would be assigned a computerized ally for the remainder of it.

They didn't tell him he could be assigned Sephiroth.

Just like the simulated snow outside, he emanated a feeling of something missing. Almost like having a snowflake on the palm of his hand that couldn't really melt in a way that mattered, couldn't leave behind any kind of wetness, any sort of imperfection.

Through a hole in the ceiling, fake snow fell on VR Sephiroth. He raised a hand to catch some of it, with yearning on his face that felt almost real for a moment or two, before the moment’s magic was lost.

Angeal decided that day that, if he ever ran across the actual Sephiroth, he would try his best in befriending him.

-

The second time he had experienced snow, it was on an actual mission, during the war.

Sephiroth’s hair had grown long enough to be put up in a ponytail, swinging from side to side as he moved with the grace of a white wolf in its native habitat.

Genesis confessed to Angeal, in a hushed tone, that he really wanted to toss a snowball at Sephiroth to break all that ice, to get him to do something.

The ball of snow hit its red mark before Genesis could even plan anything.

Mischief looked a little too nice on Sephiroth’s face; they were all too painfully young for any of that conflict, and his aim was too good even when just having a little fun. Masamune forever close to him even if they weren't in active combat.

Angeal shielded himself from the onslaught of snow, preferring to observe more than to demolish the two of them too much at it. Heh.

From time to time, Sephiroth’s hands trembled a little bit with the fragility of the moment.

-

He had lost Genesis at some point through the party and had been searching for him, in vain, when he spotted a lonely Sephiroth on the balcony; long silver hair caged in a braid, just as the rest of him was caged by responsibility.

Shinra had forced him to attend, making the whole thing less of an invitation and more of a mission of sorts.

The first snow of the season had just started to fall, some of it gathering on top of Sephiroth's head. Angeal stood by his side for a moment, in silence, merely keeping him the sort of company who wouldn't ask for sordid details for the magazines, for PR.

Snow in Midgar never fell a pure white; it was more of a polluted silver than anything else, much different from snow during missions in places far from there.

Sephiroth didn't talk about his yearning for any of the snow. He pondered, instead, about the need for himself at that crowded, noisy party.

“I’m supposed to be on the battlefield,” he said, “this war is dragging on unnecessarily long, otherwise.”

And after it, what are you gonna do? Angeal wanted to ask, but refrained from doing so, for the question it posed to himself, as well. If there wouldn't be a war anymore in the far future, what would be Shinra’s need for all of them, really?

“I know,” he offered instead, “but if anything, we get to have a break before going back there. Rest a little bit.”

“Does it count as resting if they keep pulling us into these parties?”

“Depends… do you wanna sneak out to enjoy the snow?”

Is this allowed? Those green eyes, suddenly staring at him, wanted to ask.

The smile on Sephiroth’s lips said yes, instead.

-

Sitting on the very top of the Shinra Headquarters, he tends to the wounds Genesis left behind, absentmindedly enough that he doesn't really notice Sephiroth’s approach until a shadow looms over him. The bigger of his two wings deflates a little.

Over the years, he had come to associate Sephiroth with snow, with ice overall; fragile and easy to melt with the proper approach, yet difficult to pierce through, to dig into. Like a very tall, snowy mountain that few would dare climb. Terribly lonely, too. It doesn't help much that Sephiroth seems to enjoy the cold almost as if he’s meant to be there.

Angeal wonders sometimes if Sephiroth was born in a place forever cold, and some subconscious part of him longs for home still.

Not that it matters much when it's the middle of spring.

Regardless, Sephiroth says nothing.

“He was supposed to be my best friend,” Angeal laments instead, meaning to fill the void a little. “We grew up together, we shared everything, we had each other's backs… Now I don't even know if I know him anymore.”

That looming shadow drops down by his side, cautiously reaching out to take his hand with ungloved fingers… a rare sight. Having removed his own gloves before his arrival, Angeal can feel the way Sephiroth’s fingers are constantly cold, even more so as he casts Esuna, followed by a rather strong Curaga. The wounds close with a certain difficulty.

He feels his eyes watering at the sight, at how worn down Sephiroth looks with those dark circles under his eyes and the constant pouting of his lips. The little signs of overwork, the way Sephiroth doesn't seem to be eating well. The way he just looks miserable, as if ready to fall.

(Their current location doesn't help but he forces that line of thought away.)

Angeal blinks a few times, trying to keep the threat of tears at bay; seeing the changes in his old friend hurts him, but Sephiroth’s state hurts so much more.

“He’s changed a lot… since Hollander.”

“He did,” Sephiroth says in a raspy voice. It's not just the dark circles, Angeal notices; the edges of his eyes look reddened, as does the tip of his nose. “I don't want to believe it, but he keeps proving otherwise.”

Did you change, too? He means to ask, but the words die out in his throat. Sephiroth looks away to avoid reviving and letting them out, one hand still firmly holding onto Angeal's almost as if he could really change like that and disappear at any moment, otherwise.

Around them, it starts to snow; not by natural means, but due to an ice materia in Sephiroth’s bracer. An attempt at self comfort.

He brings the hand he’s holding close to his face, leaning a cheek against it, and closes his eyes to keep from locking gazes with Angeal, though it doesn't really work, because he can still feel those blue eyes on him.

Stray snowflakes stick to his eyelashes and linger, as he wishes he could freeze them both in time to keep the moment from ever ending; desperately wanting nothing more than to be locked into some sort of snow globe with Angeal and just be swallowed by a pile of out-of-season cold bliss.

He tries not to cry out the tiny icy touch in his eyes. Attempts to convince himself that he’s already cried enough, earlier.

“Stay,” Sephiroth nearly begs, from the way the word comes out, “stop chasing after him if he’s just chasing after you to do his bidding. I…” He bites down on his pride. “I can't do this alone anymore, and I shouldn't be burdening Zack with our issues. Stay… please.”

A blanket of snowy feathers wraps around him; brings him closer but not so much that he’s completely shielded from the soft snowfall.

He finds, when he opens his eyes again, that he’s not strong enough for what's to come.

(Hojo would yell at him, if he knew.)

“I can't,” Angeal says, “the army would kill me, and there's still the degradation if they don't. You know that.”

Sephiroth’s grip on his hand tightens.

“Ah, so you don't have any faith in me keeping you alive,” he says, deflated, “I see how it is.”

His free hand reaches out for Sephiroth's other cheek with lightning speed, almost.

Sephiroth’s eyes seem to lock on it to avoid his.

“It's just that I don't want you to see me die, that's all. Or worse… be forced to kill me, yourself. If it comes to that.”

“If you die out there, it won't spare me from the repercussions of your death any less than if you were to die by my sword. If anything, I would at least make it quick, out of mercy.”

His words cause Angeal to tilt his head in a combination of shock and confusion. He doesn't know what to feel about the fact that Sephiroth has thought about having to kill him, probably cornered into such musings after refusing to confront both him and Genesis so adamantly.

Depressed mako green dares giving him the time of the night as the elaboration comes, “I would rather not have to do that, though. We… we are supposed to be a team, Angeal. What happened to that?”

What happened to you?

“I guess Shinra happened,” Angeal offers, sheepishly.

As he leans in, Sephiroth finally blinks snowy tears out of his eyes, pretending that they're somewhere else, anywhere else; that they’ve escaped one of those stupid parties to lie down on the snow. That Genesis could appear at any moment to toss a snowball at one of them, and that they're still young enough for none of their present complications to be an issue.

It's why he calls upon snow to begin with; it reminds him of little moments he’s technically not allowed to have.

The floor he ends up being pressed against has a cold bite to it, but it only serves to make Angeal’s lips feel even warmer.

-

Nibelheim’s weather is so much different from what Banora’s used to be like, he thinks.

Not cold enough for snow to fall just yet, but cold enough that if it weren't for the mako, any outsider would be justified in trembling.

Angeal whisks one of the infantryman accompanying them — probably the tiniest cadet he’s ever seen in his whole career — into conversation somehow, even as the guy seems to be definitely anxious about… something. He doesn't press him about it, listening to tales about merciless winters and the monstrous wolves that live up in the mountain range. Of dragons.

Zack finds those very cool, even if they're likely the ones causing enough rampage in the reactor’s proximity that Shinra sends out three Firsts— Or rather, Sephiroth and Zack, that is. Angeal’s just with the group due to Sephiroth's insistence and paranoia.

Being left once did a number on him, just as the possibility of Shinra still being out for Angeal’s head does. Or the looming threat of degradation.

Angeal must be kept close, sometimes so much so that Sephiroth’s pulse feels like it’s his own.

By the town’s gate, Zack finds himself rambling to the poor guy about Gongaga and how with Nibelheim, at least, it seems easier to find one’s way around even when not knowing the place.

“Wait till we get to the mountains,” the infantryman promises him, “you’ll be singing a different tune.

Sephiroth… stops. Looks at the mountains in the distance with a longing so intense that Angeal almost feels jealous, even if there's no logical way a mountain could take Sephiroth away, sweep him off his feet.

A little sigh escapes Sephiroth. Oh. The sight entranced him so much that, for a moment, he may have forgotten how to breathe.

Angeal's mind is filled by Sephiroth’s words to him, from the night before the mission, “I’m considering deserting… I don't think we’re going to find a cure otherwise, and I don't like the way Hojo looks at you.”

The thought falls as if it’s snow; countless pieces of it yet to process. Gazing at Sephiroth doesn't help much with it. If anything, it just gives a vague sensation that Sephiroth could maybe melt with whatever he perceives from the overall sights and then disappear into his own yearning, nowhere to be found.

As if Angeal would allow such a thing. Degradation be damned.

Zack brings his hands together with a clap that almost has both of the distracted lovers jumping out of their skins. Well, Sephiroth a little less so.

“So,” the puppy offers, “should we get some rooms?”

[wintercloudyweather]

(note the art is from the official Honkai Bilibili page in Chinese)

I’m a big fan of found family troupes and I just recently watch “Instant” Family.

So I had this brainrot for while now where Seele, Jing Yuan, Luocha and the Stellaron Hunter trio were turn into kids by an emanator of Aha as a prank. So now Trailblazer and Firefly are now responsible for taking care of 6 children with little recollection of their adult selves. So lets start with some general fluffy headcannons

Seele

•Seele gives wild child energy, she’s rebellious and spunky at first but she is also when to be responsible

•She probably runs around the Astral express all day without slowing down.

•She does help clean up messes especially when it her or the other children’s fault.

•She sometimes listen to the radio but gets board after a while. She often hangs out with PomPom exploring ever inch of the astral express.

•While she rarely starts fights she makes sure to finish them and she doesn’t hesitate to throw hands wether your man, woman or child. If you mess with her you better believed that she is going to get even.

•She knows how to sew and is often repairs her and the other kids clothes as she doesn’t want to spend any money as she is very thrifty. She even joins the Trailblazer sometimes in Garbage rummaging to see if she can find any spare fabrics or items she can reuse

•She loves to watch Grandpa Welt make animations all day and She is loves watching Sam all day thinking that she’s a real life superhero.

•Her favorite game is hide and seek as she can either play the part of the seeker and hunt other people down or she can use her quantum powers and disappear among the sea of butterflies to hide all day. Trailblazer and Firefly were particularly anxious when its been hours since Seele “hid” and they couldn’t find her, they even had to coax her to come out of hiding with ice cream.

• She gets along with the other five but she isn’t particularly close with any of them. She likes playing fighting games with Silver Wolf but she rather spar In real life. Blade, Kafka and Luocha unnerves her for some reason and she find Jing Yuan too lax for her liking.

•Bronya wanted to take full custody of Seele that almost led to a heated court trial under the IPC, She managed to relent and gave sole custody of Child! Seele to the astral express with the stipulation of nightly video calls. Himeko even talked with Bronya about ways to contact Sampo to see if he knows any way to reverse the Childification of the 6 children.

•Seele likes Natasha and when the trailblazer is at Belebog she often goes to Nat’s clinic and helps her with a few errands. She is an honorary member of the moles and is quite close with Pitch Dark Hook the Great. Hates Sampo guts though. She also hates how Luka teases her.

Jing Yuan

• Jing Yuan true to his title, is the sleepy kid. He sleeps alot, only ever being awake when he finds something interesting.

• He can often be found dozing in the strangest of places from The Data Bank to behind a potted plant, ever nook and cranny are Jing Yuan’s potential nap spots

•He loves playing chess and any other board games, it one of the few things he finds interesting so if you want him to be serious then just set the game and its match!

•He loves playing with cats and often tries to sneak them on the express at the expense of PomPom’s rage and Firefly’s scolding him. One time he tried to sneak in a whole lion cub, but was unfortunately caught and grounded by Firefly.

•He has very neat handwriting

• He has a strange obsession with Dan Heng, with him being Jing Yuan “Favorite” person, often sleeping in the Data Bank and helping Dan Heng organize the Bank.

•He still has lighting Lord so if at any time he or the other kids are in danger he’ll summon it.

•Him and the Trailblazer are more like brothers but you often can’t tell which is the older one based on their attitudes.

• He and Seele are ok with each other often having a distant but amicable relationship, they sometimes join forces to reel the Stellaron Trio. Him and Silverwolf often play games with him winning any game that isn’t a video game. He tried to befriend Child! Blade with little success as the latter brushes him off constantly. He disliked Luocha for constantly lying and he doesn’t trust Kafka as well.

•Fu Xuan teased him all about his new Child! Form and assert dominance as she and Jing Yuan are the same height now only to be reminded that she is still shorter because she is wearing heels.

•Yanqing fins it odd that the General is so young now but they still spar quite often, he considers calls this Jing Yuan as “Mini General”. Most of their fights often land in a draw

• Sushang and Guinafen tries to acts as the cool aunties to him as they basically drag him all over the luofu. Bailu and him become best friends as Child! Jing Yuan often helps her hide from the Alchemy commission.

•Yukong gifts Trailblazer and Firelfly some parenting tips as she knows how difficult it is to raise on child but she can only imagine how much stressful it is to raise six

•While initially the Xianzhou Luofu was in disarray over their “missing” general, Fu Xuan was able to foresee this and with the a little bit of Forgery managed to keep Jing Yuan child state as secret for now with Fu Xuan acting as the General due to Jing Yuan taking a much needed break.

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Note: I’ll do the other 4 later,

This is my first ever attempt at writing and actually posting it. I wanted to thank @moonsaver for inspiring me to write, their care package series is the phenomenal and Its a recommended read.

This brainrot was also partially inspired by the BNHA ao3 fanfic “I don’t run an orphanage” by Kyodon.

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

Day 4 of ACOTAR Games: This or That

Thank you for yesterday's response!

Based on Frost and Starlight, Wings & Ember, and Silver Flames

Who deserves to be raked over hot coals for the way Nesta was treated?

Feyre: For abusing High Lady powers over Nesta, letting two men control her life, imprisoning her, neglecting her trauma

Cassian: Just *waving vaguely in his direction with a scowl* this

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @litnerdwrites @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

And, ones on penalty are @yaralulu @kataraavatara

Cassian (when is it not Cassian at this point, I don't think I've ever had such visceral hatred for a character)

Feyre has treated Nesta awfully at times but I can give her leeway because it was usually due to external circumstances/influences like when they were living in poverty and neglect or when she's being actively abused by Rhysand the others. While she does deserve to be held accountable for her actions I think the extenuating circumstances should be considered. Feyre is very young and extremely impressionable and that has been manipulated so much. Now I do think we see in the first book that she also has inherent traits that contribute to the way she sees and treats Nesta but again, I think their living situation skews that. Just like I don't blame Nesta for how she acts with Feyre, I don't blame Feyre how she acts with Nesta. Other than a handful of times that are just Feyre being Feyre, because let's be real she can be a really good person but she can also be a judgemental asshole. And I don't want to infantilize her or make it seem like I don't hold her accountable at all, I do, but I just think compared to Cassian the abuse Feyre experiences makes her not as bad as him

Cassian on the other hand not only enabled others to abuse Nesta he was also fully complicit in how he himself abused her. From the second they met he was a predator who thought he saw a lamb (prey) but then saw a wolf he could tame instead (this is taken loosely from a quote during their first meeting) and he didn't stop until he broke her in like some prized horse. He has no respect for her, he does not love her, he is happy when she is hurt, he sexually assaulted her repeatedly, he punished her physically and emotionally and he allowed the entire IC to do similar. Now sure people will say Rhysand also has some level of control over Cassian but not to the same extent as Feyre. And for most of ACOSF he isn't around Rhysand it's just him, Nesta and Azriel so there's no reason for him to have done the things he did when it was just the two or three of them if all of this was just down to Rhysand

[anarchy-and-piglins]

"You know I'm not a werewolf, right?"

The man bared his teeth in response, sharp incisors betraying his own inhuman nature. "Bullshit!" he spat. "You have the smell of your pack all over you."

Techno shrugged. "Yeah, they're the cuddly types. That doesn't mean I'm a werewolf though."

"Shut up." The man grabbed his hair, pinpricks of pain across Techno's scalp made him wince. They dragged him closer and put the silver knife to his throat, pressing it into his skin. Techno hissed, but only because the blade was sharp enough to immediately draw blood. Not because the silver had any kind of effect on him like the man seemed to expect it to.

Because Techno really wasn't a werewolf. He was just an average human.

His family, on the other hand.

"You shouldn't have done that," Techno said. The man was a werewolf himself, from a rival pack. His scent would be hard for the others to track. But now, he had spilled Techno's blood.

And that was a mistake he wouldn't be able to outlive. Phil was the first on the scene. Techno made eye contact with ice blue irises a moment before the wolf lunged, teeth sinking into the man's jugular. His arms fell away and Techno stumbled, but Wilbur was in front of him before he could hit the ground.

His fingers tangled into dark brown fur to push himself up. He didn't really get a chance to right himself before Tommy was jumping against him though, placing his paws on his shoulders. He nuzzled into Techno's neck, licking at the cut slightly in worry.

It stung at first, but then the healing set in.

"I'm fine," Techno assured him, pushing him off. Tommy barked and nudged his chest in response.

"Don't stray so far next time," Phil said. He'd turned back to his human form, though his face and hands were still covered in blood. "We could have lost you."

Phil always got so testy in his worry. After this, Techno probably wouldn't be allowed to leave their nest for a whole week. Stupid werewolves and their stupid protective instincts.

"In my defense, I didn't expect another werewolf to jump me," he said. "He thought I was the runt of our pack or something like that."

"You are," Wilbur said behind him. He reached out and wound his arms around Techno's neck, pulling Techno back against his chest into a sort of embrace that felt more possessive than affectionate. He could be even worse than Phil when he was worried. It was Techno's own fault for leaving their sight, he supposed.

He should know better after being theirs for months already.

"I'm not even a werewolf," he said.

Tommy scoffed. He pushed into Techno's side, looking up at him with dangerously slit pupils. "So?"

"So I can't be the runt. I'm a human."

"You're our human," Wilbur corrected immediately.

Tommy nodded. "And you're definitely our runt."

"You guys are insufferable."

He knew better than to keep protesting. This wouldn't be the hill for him to die on.

Techno didn't look at the gory patch of flesh and blood that had been a man three minutes ago as he got up, letting his family lead the way home.

[devinevirtue]

@wolfkcst // prev

      There's a loud abrupt laugh. How hilarious! Allowed on? Not anytime soon at least. Not without managing to sneak their way on. They'll figure it out eventually. For now it's the hologram life upon this train.

      "Let is a big understatment. No one here at the moment is a match for my hacking skills, so right now there's no one who could stop me from 'coming and going' as I please." 

      But it brings the question of 'who do they travel with?'. "Who then? I don't see anyone around that would be your player two!"

[pryllee]

Delirious

Blade x Fem! Reader

Blades kinda ooc, slight mention/use of ’red string’ theory, feelings became mutual, slight use of daydreaming/delusions, stellaron hunters, kinda took inspo from smt. Reader was set up lowkey. Reader taking the initiative for a kiss??? , also not proofread

A/N: Kinda hate this with the weird often transitions and overuse of some words, I don't have that big of a vocabulary though so...

——

Working under a slave of destiny was... interesting? Kind of. The thought of warping to every planet every week or so really wasn't for you.

However, the one colleague that always caught your eye was Blade. You couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason—like you were attached to him, his blank expression was indeed odd but it lowkey is hot.

And you also couldn't help but imagine that thin line on his face slightly tilting upwards into a small smile if he ever felt the same about you.

You always saw him somewhere or had an encounter with him almost everyday, till one had a girl in it, oh Aeons. Recounting the memory is already such a pain.

During one of the missions you'd been assigned to with him, a pair of girls talking saw him in one of his... ’disguises’ yet one whispered to the other making the other laugh hitting at the girls back, as they looked back with a look of admiration, you shot them a death stare back.

"What?" He asked. And you shook your head in response with a visible annoyed frown on your face.

"How come you're acting like a child again? I won't know what to say if you don't speak." Bit unusual he seemed to talk more this time to engage in a convo.

He clearly still remembered that time where you didn't talk to him for days on end because his replies were so unbelievably dry like you didn't matter—well technically you didn't...or don't really matter to him... And that does hurt a bit.

"Nothing. Those girls prob' would've reported us if they found out." Making up an excuse on the spot, a dumb one infact.

—

Yet somehow, you ended up in this position where Silver Wolf was ordering French fries, nuggets, and a large bucket of mayo.

"... Do you really need that much mayo?"

"Yeah, what about it?" She asked, clicking her tongue. "Nothing..." You irked up a brow seemingly disgusted at the taste of so much mayonnaise on one nugget, or fry.

"I'll get an iced coffee," Kafka smiled.

You glanced at Blade, still with a monotone face as usual. "...What about you?" You said in a quizzical tone, leading him to shake his head slightly in response like a statue... A perfect scuplture in fa— I mean...

You sat opposite of Kafka, and Silver Wolf. Still seemingly irked at the bucket of Mayo as she dips a nugget double fry combo in it... well more like drowning it.

You glanced over your shoulder, looking at Blade who still just stood as still as a statue.

"What?" He scowled, avoiding your gaze to look out the rain filled window. "Why come if you won't even have anything...?" You said, popping a single fry into your mouth.

"Because–" He paused. "Because what?" Again having him shake his head slightly in response. The sudden change of behavior was peculiar to you, was this really the same ”Blade” you knew... ? Feels like the real ones probably locked up away somewhere else.

"Calm down, hes real." Kafka waved at you knowingly,

"Kafkas right–" Silver Wolf mumbled, still eating with a bulge showing through her cheeks "Whenever you look at Blade, your thoughts become kinda obvious."

Her words made you flush a slight red, as you swiftly grabbed alot of fries and nuggets drowning them in Mayo shoving it in her mouth making her choke a little,

"Ugh— Do you want me dead?!" She complained, holding on her slightly sore throat, while Kafka decided to observe for a little longer sipping on her coffee.

"No, just bothered me how little you take a time but drown it in SO much mayo." You replied, making Kafka chuckle a little.

"I do NOT drown my food in sauce! It's a perfectly fine amount!" She slammed her hands on the table, making the food fling up shortly as you slammed on the table back in response.

"Oh reeeaaally? How come?" You spoke through clenched teeth, "Listen to me, calm down you two." Kafka waved her hand, as you both sunk back into your seats.

"That bad, hm?" Blade asked in a dull tone.

"Shut up before I forcefully shove fries and a nugget down your throat too." You threatnened, as he shot a look of; ’Try me.’ making you furrow your brows in annoyance pouting slightly in sarcasm as you looked away.

Suddenly someone gripped onto your chin, making you turn to them as they forced a nugget into your mouth. "Too bad, I did it first." He spoke, yet this time it was in a different tone—a smug one that pissed you off. You felt like tearing his vocal cords off but you're actually somewhat surprised he ’fed’ you something.

"Ooh...~" Silver Wolf teased with the ’also smug smile’. "Shut." You bit your lip in embarrassment, as you fiddled with your fingers. You wondered what his lips would taste like—hoping for an occasion for you both to be alone as... Ahem.

Your train of thought is interrupted as someone busts the door open making you jerk upwards a little at the sound, screaming for the ’intergalatic criminals’ or whatever to come out.

"Uugggghhgghg..." Silver Wolf groaned, "We barely even ate any, can't I just bring this with me?"

"Just store it in your technique menu console thing, can't you do that?" You asked, as she shook her head a doubtful ’no’.

"Dunno, don't think so. I'll eat this basket of fries on the go." She said as she dumped the whole bucket of Mayo making you irk up a brow once again.

"You four, hands up!" The officer demanded, but Blade almost instantly just threw his sword into the poor guys chest hurrying you to get out of the booth so he could take it back.

You felt a small lump in your throat as he pulled out the sword, blood pooling out from under the officer.

"Don't feel bad now," Kafka whispered into your ear, softly saying your name. As Silver Wolf opened up a path to somewhere else. "C'mon, hurry."

You took one last glance at the people in the place, seeing their bewildered faces were kind of laughable.

But why exactly does Silver Wolf need to worry about the food if she can just open a path up...?

—

You sat down on the grassy field, staring into the sky seemingly in a daze with the scenic location.

"Where are we?" You asked Silver Wolf.

"Dunno, just chose a random spot that looked nice so I could eat my food 'n peace. Kinda sucks though since it's making my fries cold and soggy."

"You shouldn't have poured the whole bucket of Mayo on it..." You criticized, making her scoff in response. You just sat there, admiring the sunset with how wide this field of grass was. It felt soft to the touch, so peaceful. If you were apart of the Garden of Recollection you would probably engrave this into your mind forever as you sat on a small hill.

You felt someone obviously staring at you, causing you to glance over at the source as you just make eye contact with Blade before he turns around, walking away to Aeons know where.

"Where are you going, Bladie?" Kafka asks, turning around making him pause for a bit. "Somewhere. Oddly familiar with this place."

You actually somewhat could relate. This place felt nostalgic with a sliver of mechanoly hidden in it. It feels like you've been here before.

"Enjoying the place I picked out?" The silver haired asked, as you just reluctantly nod even though you clearly knew it was meant to lowkey mock you...

"I'm gonna go find a spot to try play the Violin." Kafka hummed, walking away to somewhere nearby where she'd still be in sight but as a small figure.

The abrupt change from a weird restaraunt with a mix of a cafe due to the iced coffee to such a calming nostalgic place was odd, but you see weirder things everytime on a mission, so who are you to complain?

Hearing the soft yet elegant demeanor thrumming of a violin made the atmosphere all more peaceful. It perplexes you though, how come it's so... Quiet and nice here? This is like a ’once in a life time chance’.

The bodies of water drew you in though, causing you to go closer when you hear a muffled yell from behind,

"Don't go near the water!" It sounded like Silver Wolf, but her voice rang in your ears sharply, and you touch the clear water with the colors of a pretty sunset. It looked like one of those art pieces a true master would make back in the old days really—

As you come back to your senses when you hear loud rhythms of thuds behind you—presumably footsteps, the body of water drags you in shocking you.

"What the fuck?—" You spoke, yet it echoed out loud and clear. You were stuck in some weird place under the water, but somehow could breathe freely.

Being in such a narrow place wasn't your cup of tea though, the thought of being stuck here in such a small place made your eyes narrow speeding up your beating hearts pace. Suddenly, your surroundings change to a cave, with Blade inspecting some weird murals on the walls.

"...Uhm. Blade?" You asked, cocking your head to the side perplexed. Blade seemingly immersed in observing the mural, you suddenly realize it felt like he was stuck in place—yet his head slightly turned around to glance at you when the water spat you out abruptly.

You coughed up some water aggressively still confused as fuck, "What just happened? Why was Blade looking at a dang wall?" You shake your head, trying to dry off thinking it'll work with you even though it's mainly for dogs...

"... Uhh, you saw Blade?" Silver Wolf asked in a concerned tone as she whispered something to Kafka. Your confusion only got worse when Kafkas expression was slightly changed to show a slight sliver of surprise.

"Oh my!" The lady laughed in a teasing manner, "I never thought you really knew Blade that way."

Processing what she said for a second, your cheeks suddenly dusted a low tint of red as you try to play dumb thinking what you think it might be, "What? Knew what about Blade?"

—

While Blade noticed your figure, seemingly stuck in a box floating with your hair drifting upwards as you held your palms out but seemed to be restricted.

He was slightly confused seeing your wide eyed expression, as he was about to call your name out in a quizzical tone, you disappeared.

As worried as he was, he tried to find his way back to where you all warped to.

"What happened?" He asks, having Silver Wolf say nothing happened, yet as he recounts the previous memory both of the girls eyes widen with a ’knowing’ look.

"Oh, I see...! I think we should, uhm, go back now to the base!" Silver Wolf spoke in an awkward tone, making both of you confused, well you can't see if Blade really was confused or not... It's like he has no face muscles to smile. You just nod in response running your fingers through your wet hair.

—

A few days had passed again, after that... Water incident. From time to time Kafka and Silver Wolf would smile and laugh about something whenever you and Blade were there.

Silver Wolf had asked you to do something—which was to give something to him. Apparently from Elio or whatever. You found yourself growing tired when you looked through each corridor and room till you realized he was probably out on the rooftop. Ugh, seriously?

Opening the door, you finally found him...with a girl?

Are you seeing things right? A girl. Presumably one of the other newer colleagues, was laughing and smiling with him. You had no idea what his expression was since his back was turned.

You felt your heart drop as you clearly saw her hand over a letter with a heart stamp seal.

Too bad you couldn't back out in handing whatever Silver Wolf gave you to him now if it really is one of Elios.

Putting on a fake measly smile, you walked closer as you called out to him saying Silver Wolf had something to give to him. Ugh. Couldn't she have sent it through the phone if it's a text?

"Hm—What is that...?" The girl pouted making you cringe a little. And you take that as your cue to leave, telling them to have a ’good’ time walking away back to the door with an empty pit inside of your stomach.

Yet when you need to close the door you somehow accidentally slammed it loudly, making a loud noise echo in 'n out as you hurried down stairs before someone went to check making you embarrassed.

You then find Silver Wolf in the same spot, reporting to her that her dumb request is done.

"Huh? Whats with the sudden gloomy vibe? You were so carefree when I asked you like 30 minutes ago." She asked, blowing gum before it popped taking it back inside her mouth chewing it.

"What gloomy vibe? I'm the same as before." Putting on a fake annoyed smile again at her remark making her tell you to chill and you could go.

As you closed the door behind you in your room, you threw yourself into the bed screaming into your pillow.

It didn't matter how much you'd scream since this place is soundproof for ’disguise’.

"Who the actual FUCK was that bitch?!" You spoke in a mildly loud annoyed tone, scratching your head aggressively messing up a part of your hair when you suddenly hear a few rhythmical knocks on your door. Who the crack could it be now?

You unlock the door, opening it to see Kafka wave as she sat down on your bed inviting herself inside.

"I didn't say you could come in." You scoffed.

"Thats true, but were you the one who slammed the door to the rooftop?" She asked, looking at you with those same gentle hypnotizing eyes tilting her heading slightly. The question embarrassed you, how does she even know that?

"... How do you know that?"

"Silver Wolf. Blade. Girl." She listed how one by one, as you shot her a confused look.

"Doesn't matter though, I just needed to know that—but another thing, why slammed the door after confessing to him?"

Confessing? Confess what? What exactly did you give to him that Silver Wolf wanted you to hand over?

"What?" You deadpan.

"Oh, y'know... The thing. The thing you gave to him." She recounted your memory of it as you felt yourself flush a bright red, yelling at her to get out and that you have NO idea what shes talking about as you lock the door again in a hurry to go to sleep and forget.

Since it was finally the time for the sweeeeet time off, you could just relax at the base—however your encounters with him became more frequent.

As you saw him with Kafka following from behind from afar in a corridor slowly walking closer, also remembering what Kafka said, and how Blade seemed to look at you differently. You instantly turned the other way walking to the closest next hallway you could find trying to avoid his sight.

"Hmm? Thats odd, she usually joins us for a walk when you're here, Bladie."

But he just stays silent, seemingly confused at why you walked away so quickly when you saw him and you were clearly trying to go somewhere. He only continued to walk without a word assuming you went the wrong way

However, that same thought couldn't be kept with how frequent your "wrong ways" became.

When you sat down for a leisure cup of coffee with Kafka and Silver Wolf, you somehow knew he was behind you, but not too close or too far. You glugged the piping hot cup down your throat not caring about the after effects, as you slam your hands down onto the table; "I need to go, just remembered something important."

"Hm? Is it not a good time to relax?" Kafka spoke with a clear sarcastic tone, leading you to swiftly walk away with a hurting mouth, throat, and stomach.

The loud slam caught his attention, noticing how you walked away in a hurry was out of character for you. Don't you usually like coffee times where you three sit down to talk about stuff? Well I guess it should be more like ’tea’ time. Haha, get it?

And another, when you were in your room just chilling sitting in front of your desk on your phone, you heard a few knocks. You asked who was there, but in response was pure silence. So you just reluctantly open the door.

Looking down, "Yes, whos there..." speaking with a lazy tone with a sliver of annoyance looking up to find their eyes, you immediately slammed the door locked when it was Blade who was about to speak.

You immediately curled up into a ball in front of the door out of pure embarrassment. When you finally heard footsteps going away, you got up with extreme wobbling legs walking to your bed.

Also after that, you stayed in your room for the whole day ignoring any knocks on your door, even if it was rhythmical probably being Kafka or a barrage of impatient knocks which was usually Silver Wolf.

And one of the most recent ones were much like the first, in a corridor. You were trying to find a vending machine when you saw him heading your way. His eyes somewhat seemed to light up slightly when he noticed you.

But you were not gonna walk away this time—instead of that, you avoided making eye contact as you kept walking in the same direction, completely ignoring him.

He was shocked, genuinely. Probably pissed too. Why are you the one ignoring him after you'd basically confessed to him? You were talking to everyone expect him.

Blade couldn't help but realize how genuinely depressing his already annoying life was without you, though he knew he couldn't have any of those feelings again with how he planned to finally die after finishing whatever Elio promised.

But it hurt a little. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for neither of you. Why even are you avoiding him if you like him so much? At some times you think about finally talking to him and he'd accept your feelings—but you brushed that ’useless’ thought away assuming he thinks you're a creep for wanting him...especially with the weird fantasies you've had.

–

Kafka eventually noticed Blade seeming to be more out of it than usual. It looked like he was sulking hugging his almost broken sword as he leaned against a pillar.

"Uh. What's wrong with him...?" Silver Wolf pointed his peculiar behavior out. Kafka only shrugged in response with a concerned sigh, "Whats wrong, Bladie?"

"Nothing." He mumbled to himself.

"Oh please, I feel like shes influenced you with the blatant lying." Silver Wolf scoffed, clearly referring to you.

"Speaking of her, is she the reason?" Kafka took a turn to ask. But he was just silent. Probably thinking if you really are the reason.

"I'm guessing thats a yes." Kafka smiled, "Lets go find her, shall we?" Gesturing for Blade to follow. Silver Wolf only stayed behind knowing exactly why.

–

"So, why are you avoiding Blade?" She asked, with the atmosphere being tense as Blade just sat Beside you. You were sandwiched in the middle by these people.

You had no way to escape now. Your heart thrummed heavily.

"I don't know what you're talki–."

"You've been avoiding me for almost the whole break." Blade interrupted with a stern tone making the atmosphere worse making your eye twitch from how awkward it was.

"I'll leave the room so you two can be more honest with each other." Kafka abruptly got up, as your hand extended out slightly to tell her to stay with how you didn't want to stay here all alone with him, but your voice felt like it disappeared when you saw him staring at your hand from the side.

"Ah..." You mumbled, taking your hand back placing it on your lap trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Why?" He asked, leaving you confused.

"Why what...?"

"The ’avoiding’." He quoted, like it was a movie title for some reason.

"I—...uhm. Thats erm." You tried to find a good excuse for the moment, but the way he suddenly placed his hand on one of yours made you speechless.

Why the actual fuck is he suddenly so intimate? Well I guess Kafka could've gave him a tip or two.

"Do you wanna... kiss?" He bluntly asked, making you cringe a little in perplexation. What exactly type of tips did Kafka give him? Like the consent thing is nice and all but...???????????

You sigh, since hes the one that asked, I guess it won't really matter.

You grab onto his collar with both hands pulling him closer, kissing him like an amateur. As you pull away you feel yourself heat up when you clearly see his frown slightly lift into a small—almost unnoticeable smile.

He kisses you back this time, as your grip on him loosened melting into the kiss. You knew he couldn't hug you due to the injuries on his body, but it's fine.

Nothing else mattered. Atleast for now.

–

But for some reason, you only got shyer from there. Sure you've always wanted to be with him but...

Blade would randomly hold onto your hand sometimes and you'd shake it off quickly with a bright red face. He didn't find it offensive at all, more like he found it funny. His expressions were still pretty much blank around you but it was still nice to see a small smile a few select of times.

It didn't help with how he only got bolder from there—randomly kissing you during missions leaving either Silver Wolf or Kafka in a state of shock if they happened to see it.

Silver Wolf would just walk away in disgust and tell you both to go get a room. Well, in a joking manner.

Kafka would laugh and tease about it for a whole week making you pissed, it didn't help with how Blade managed to be there by your side each time too.

"Stop following me around like a lost puppy..." You spoke in a low, awkward tone.

"I'm pretty sure you like that."

"Touché– But don't you have anything else to do other than cling onto me whenever we see each other?"

"I do. I just like doing it with you."

First of all, that sentence was horribly worded. Sure he had no idea what it sounds like, but you on the other hand imploded into a red brighter like nothing else before.

"Wrong phrasing, Blade." Silver Wolf replied for you.

Till one thought came to you... What happened to that girl that confessed to him?

——

hint: someone killed her :)

[unholyhelbig]

dog, ur into wenclair??

Title: The Cardinal & Her Raven

Ship: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Summary: Wednesday Addams doesn't run away from a challenge, unless it serves to protect Enid Sinclair. Enid won't give in, and the two dance around one another in a fight for love.

Warnings: Blood, Hypothermia, abdominal wound, scars, angst, medical terminology, horrible grammar (I don't proofread, we know this) Disclaimer: Characters are aged up.

Buy me a coffee; my mother is sick, really sick, and her insurance is kicking her out of her rehab facility. Myself and my sister are responsible for 3700.00 a month to keep her housed. Help us, help her!

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Enid Sinclair kept her eyes on the cardinal that stared down at her unblinkingly from a gangly branch. It’s body was plump, fluffed up with layers of dark red feathers. The beak was startlingly orange, snapping open and closed as if it were trying to speak to her. Its words were stuck in it’s throat and Enid smiled weakly at the fact.

The bird stood out from the drab white environment, a splash of ink among an unwritten tragedy. She found it fit that she would die in the presence of another creature that was so much smaller than her. It was safe with its talons wrapped around the bark, head lilted in annoyance of the intrusion.

When Enid coughed, her throat gurgled. The overwhelming warmth of blood spilling from her mouth and onto the stark white snow brought her comfort, if not for a moment. She had been so cold before this. The ice was pressed close to her bare skin. The dark red had crusted around her cracked lips, so thick.

She was thankful that she had shifted back as she crawled across the white powder, using the rest of her energy as her bones writhed under her skin, breaking crudely and reforming into something one could only describe as human.

Enid had never felt desperation like this before, the need to touch every part of herself to the snow. Just hours before, as she ran with crystals etching into her fur, she figured she would never feel warmth again. Now, she did everything save from shedding her skin to envelope herself in the cold.

You’re dying. Her wolf echoed glumly in her ear. When she smiled at this, her teeth were stained with a rusty orange. She could taste the metal on her tongue. When she lifted her head with great difficulty, she found interest in the trail of blood that melted the snow in her obvious path.

Yes. She was dying, and she was welcomed to this face. The wolf that she shared her broken body with was pacing circles in her mind, discontented with her ability to give up. They were going to freeze out here, and she wouldn’t be found until spring.

When Enid’s flickering stare returned to the cardinal, it had been joined by a Raven. Its oil-slick features caught the sun with a startling purple. It watched her with a beaded eye, unblinking, undeterred. The wolf-girl laughed, winced as her abdomen constricted around the silver blade that bubbled her skin when she touched it.

I get it, Wednesday. She swallowed back a groan of agony, wrapping her hand around the handle of the weapon. She could hear the sharp sizzle of flesh. Even in her dismissal of pain, this was the most dangerous affliction. I was foolish to follow you.

She clenched her eyes shut to block out the Raven as it chased away the cardinal. And she pulled with a suffered whimper. This would relieve the pressure against muscle and veins. She could bleed out before she froze. She could relieve the festering in her gut.

“Fuck!”

I’d be her last word, her last shout of effort. Just as the tip of the blade reached the edge of her wound, it was shoved back down, perhaps a tad bit deeper than it was before. Her body threatened to curl into itself, a string of growled expletives deflating her.

The Raven on the branch had turned into a woman. No- no, that wasn’t right. Her vision was blackening at the edges, but she had enough sense to clock the bird that was still gloating from the branch. A familiar, perhaps, shielded with magic.

Her mind couldn’t make sense of the woman, wrapped in layers of dark wool. She smelled thickly of spice, and melted snow. It countered the vicious odor of rotted blood. But those eyes- those wide and dark eyes were so familiar. Despite their boiling rage, they carried a bit of tenderness.

“Stupid mutt,” her breath pushed past her pitch balaclava in a rise of condensation. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to pull the blade out?”

There were hands prodding at her naked body, searching for the source of the blood and wishing to quell it. Enid couldn’t stop the cynical giggle that escaped her. Nor could she stop the darkness that soon followed.

When Enid finally awoke, she drew in a greedy and despite helping of air that resulted in nothing but pain. She dug her heels into a scratchy mattress and struggled to get enough leverage to push her into a sitting position. This was not a room she was familiar with, nor did it bring comfort.

It was a cabin, dark brown shiplap lined the walls, and the mounted head of a steer grinned glared down at her with it’s marbled amber eye. She shuddered away from it, muscles tensing before she pressed her fingers against a sticky bandage across her abdomen. The slightest bit of red bloomed against the center.

She ran a thumb over the adhesive, peeling it back in the slightest before she was interrupted.

“Don’t touch that.”

A squeak escaped Enid. She reached for a random pillow that was embroidered with the image of a bear with two of her cubs. It was extremely tacky, and not at all the goth style that the woman in front of her stuck to like glue. She was expecting a small coffin stuffed with fluff. Never flannel bedsheets.

“Wednesday.”

It was a warning growl for her decency, but she was leveled with a cold glare. The scent of chamomile tea tickled her throat. If Wednesday had dragged her all the way here, then she was more than accustomed to Enid’s naked form. It didn’t make the blush against her cheeks any less prominent.

She carried a tray with a bowl of stew and the aforementioned tea. The smells mingled deliciously, filled Enid’s lungs. She couldn’t’ stop the noise her stomach made in response. Wednesday placed the food down on the small, dusty desk. She crossed her arms over her chest, stance tight.

“It was foolish to follow me.”

“It was foolish to run.” Enid shot back deftly “And to booby-trap your place?”

“It was to keep insipid dogs from disturbing my peace.”

Enid snapped her jaw shut. Pain was needling under her skin, something she had to swallow back. Crystaline blue eyes flickered down to the intricate lattice of the duvet. Wednesday had warned her explicitly, but with the rest of the deadpan words that pushed past the curves of the girls lips, Enid hadn’t taken them seriously.

A heavy sigh cut through the near silence of the room. The cabin settled around them, a wolf-whistle of wind shaking the structure. Wednesday approached the side of the bed and splayed her hand against Enid’s chest.

The wolf could feel blood rush past her ears, eyes widening as she looked at Wednesday, traced the freckles that were smattered across her cheeks. She’d spent time in the sun, there was a redness to her skin, a reflection of white light against the endless and dense winter landscape.

Enid’s back was against the mattress now. She resented that she was so pliable under the flitting Ravens talons. She easily could have thrown her off, even in her altered, silver-ridden, state Enid had immeasurable strength.

She folded under Wednesday’s touch. Her balanced weight was familiar and welcoming. Enid tried desperately to regulate her heartbeat. She was certain that the spread palm on her chest could feel the heavy thud behind her ribs. If Wednesday had noticed, she didn’t say a word.

“You ripped your stitches. Stay still.”  

Wednesday pulled the adhesive from her abdomen. Enid let out a deep primal snarl and arched her back. She could feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Maybe she deserved that for disobeying explicit instructions.

There was a ghost of a smile on Wednesday’s lips. She was enjoying Enid’s pain, but not enough to unbury the dimples that the wolf had only seen twice throughout their entire relationship. Her eyes shifted to the wound caked with black and hard blood. Wednesday had anticipated her and armed the grounds of the cabin with enough silver to render her useless.

Wednesday scooted down, pressure igniting a heat throughout Enid’s body. She fought back a tremble. The girl that was on top of her was nothing but clinical, but her soft and warm breath against her bare abdomen made goosebumps betray her.

“Once you’ve recovered, I expect you to leave.”

“I’ll do no such thing. Do you know how long it’s taken me to find you?”

She’d busied herself with rethreading a needle, dark and soulful eyes flicking up to meet Enid’s once more. There was disdain in them, but a little bit of pride there too. If she could outrun a werewolf with impeccable scent and tracking skills, then she could outrun anything.

“I don’t care how much you want to martyr yourself, Willa.”

Wednesdays features hardened as she plunged the needle into skin. Again, Enid grunted, but was careful with her strength, save for bucking the only one trained in medicine into the bedframe. Her teeth grit, she felt every pull of the surgical thread, each pinch and prod.

“Martyr?” Wednesday scoffed humorlessly “per l'amor di Dio, you were stark naked in a valley waiting for the winter to take you. If it weren’t for your supernatural ability, you’d have frozen to death long before you pitifully dragged yourself into the sun. Are you that careless with the life I’m trying to protect?”

“What is a life, my life, without you in it, Wednesday? I told you to stay. I begged you, because we could have figured it out together. But you ran like a coward.”

The word tasted heavy in her mouth and Wednesday’s movements stilled against her. The Addam’s family has been called many a things, but never once were they labeled as cowards. Wednesday had wrestled with the idea of returning to her lover. Even straddling her now, feeling the heat seep through her jeans,

“Perhaps I am a coward, but at least I am not a dull-witted one.”

This time, Enid felt the need to escape from under the weight of the woman who fit so easily on top of her. She did so gently, despite her festering anger, by grabbing both of Wednesday’s hips and lifting her with little effort until she could be nudged to the side. With great difficulty, and burning from her wound, she scrambled to a standing position.

A squeal of shock had escaped Wednesday and it left Enid flustered. She wished she could scrub the pink from her cheeks, her body betraying her.

“Take it back.” 

Enid knew she looked like a child, crossing her arms over her mostly bare body. Her jaw was thick-set and a slit eyebrow was raised. She hadn’t dyed her hair in months, the deep blue fading to a soft periwinkle at just the tips of her wild hair.

Wednesday could see the cotton-candy pink of her scars, not just the three that slashed through the woman’s cheek and eye. It was a rare sight, but there were long marks from her shoulder to her spine. They’d gushed an insurmountable wall of blood when skin had first broken. Wednesday resented the fact that she felt pride bubble up in her chest at how selfless Enid had been all those years ago.

“No, I will not.” Wednesday stood and peered up at Enid, crossing her own arms. “Things are easier if we are apart, Enid.”

“When have you ever cared about easy? The Wednesday I grew up with, the one I’ve known for all these years, never would have backed down from a challenge.”

“That’s what you think this is? A challenge? This is life and death, and despite my attachment to the imagery, I am not ready to die.”

Quiet enveloped them both, and Enid’s shoulders dropped in the slightest degree. Wednesday itched to run her fingers down the markings on Enid’s skin. The blade that had pierced her abdomen was sure to leave a nasty mark.

Enid let out a shaking breath that fanned across Wednesday’s cheeks. Despite herself, she felt tears start to build against her waterline. The shorter girl looked away, let them fall to the cotton of her shirt without consequence. She wasn’t afraid to cry in front of Enid, never had been.

The wolf curled her finger and lifted Wednesday’s eyes to her own. “You are not going to die.”

“You are so sure of this fact.”

“I’m not a child anymore, Willa. I’ve grown stronger, as have you.”

“As has Tyler.” The sigh escaped her heavily. “That creature has vowed to ruin my life, and you, silly mutt, are my life. I can keep moving, keep the both of you away.”

Enid frowned and ran her thumb over the damp freckles on Wednesdays face. They were talking in circles. Her stubbornness was chased like the tip of a tail. Aimlessly. She’d made it innately clear that Enid was not wanted by setting traps. Yet, Enid would let each of them carve up her skin, just for a small blissful moment.

Her words came out small, dejected. “Why won’t you let me protect you?”

Enid dropped her head, Wednesday brushing her nose against the wolf’s own. Enid failed at stifling a whimper. It tumbled from her mouth and made her feel vulnerable. Wednesday swallowed hard and brushed her fingers against the adhesive of the bandage.

“Once you heal, I expect you to leave. This time, properly dressed for the weather.”

“Willa…” It came out as a desperate plea.

“Stop following me, mia lupa.” Wednesday gritted, breathe hot and smelling of freshly picked mint. “Next time, I won’t show mercy.”

[anonymousrobinhoodqueer]

I’m distilling my thoughts about ravensong into one post.

I listened to the 20 hour audiobook in 14.5 hours, because I listen on 1.5x speed, I hate how slow normal speed is.

I really like the character development of Gordo.

I am glad that we got to see why the Bennett pack was so small, and why Gordo hated them in Wolfsong.

I am not really fond of the way wolves mark their mates (it’s not imprinting like twilight, but it’s not not that) because it really puts a lot of pressure on these children. Gordo spent his whole life around the Bennetts which meant that he never really got a chance to develop who he was outside of them. And even after they abandoned him, his actions were all driven by that abandonment.

I do believe that the pack abandoned Gordo, he was an orphan that they were not only physically responsible for but also emotionally, and if Thomas really wanted to, he could have taken Gordo with him, not only for legal reasons, but also Thomas was the alpha of all and Gordo was his witch. Not to mention he was like 15 years old.

They did not even write. Let alone call him. Phones existed.

So then after he finally moves on, and builds his own family, the Bennetts return. They basically steal his surrogate son (and anchor) and then expect him to be all good.

Obviously he’s not, but he does get over it much quicker than I think he should have.

And Mark, I don’t really like at all? It sucks that he got magically turned into an omega, and I know that he technically went with the Bennetts against his will, but at the same time, he was around 18. He could have written letters or called. He followed Gordo around so much as children, that the whole town noticed. I do not think that Gordo and Mark should have gotten back together. I think that maybe Gordo still could have been his anchor, but I think that the betrayal was much deeper than what was healed.

I still think that Robbie and Gordo should get together, I know that the next book is about Robbie and that he will be getting with Kelly, but I just think Robbie and Gordo should fuck at least once. (If I am ever motivated to write fanfiction, this would probably be it)

I really hate how Gordo got his hand cut off and no one thought “hey it right there, let’s just magic it back on” maybe it has something to do with it having been a silver blade, but Gordo can touch and use silver so it probably was not that.

Limbs can be reattached in some cases, especially a clean cut where the limb is immediately placed in ice.

I’m excited to learn more about Gavin, which based on my research is the feral wolf that’s courting Carter and is Gordo’s half brother from his dad and anchor.

Overall, fuck mark, fuck Thomas, and most importantly fuck Abel and Robert.

[deepdarkdelights]

Sneak Peek of my current WIP

A/N: I feel bad for making you guys wait, maybe your responses to this will also help motivate me to keep writing it? I've kind of hit a roadblock so your feedback would be much appreciated 💜

You couldn’t even scream when the door was ripped from its hinges, the beast breaking through it like it was wet parchment. You were petrified in place, hyperventilating and trembling at the sight of it. 

It was a giant wolf. It was covered from head to toe in midnight black fur although there were spots that seemed thinner than others that were littered with scars - slashes and bite wounds from what you could only imagine were others of its kind. It was larger than a horse with a head so huge it could bite your own clean off in one impressive snap. And then there were the eyes. They were glowing an ice-cold silver in the dark with a glare that felt sharp enough to slice through you while a gnarled scar marred the fur and skin of its right eye. 

Your body slowly began to slump to the ground, falling weak before the wolf. You looked like the perfect prey, like a rabbit that was so frightened its own heart had stopped. It seemed that the wolf thought similarly. It approached you slowly like it was still on the prowl as angry snarls left its gaping maw. You could feel your blood run cold as you caught sight of its enormous teeth, each one long enough that they could be made into daggers. Whatever this creature was it was no mere wolf, it was something else entirely.

Your chest and forehead met the ground, bending beneath the invisible weight of the wolf’s presence. From beneath the cover of your hair, you could make out its large paws and hooked nails mere inches away from you. It was so close now that you could feel puffs of its hot breath disturb your hair and ghost over your neck. You were breaths away from death. 

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to flee or embrace it as you had once desired.

[sapporo-division]

"Yuki"-Aoba calls and get close to the "ice king" with a smile

The librarian dressed up as Silver wolf of HSR smile with joy to his friend

After talk a bit Aoba give him something

"i know is not your birthday yet,but in my family is something normal share candies or a gift to someone so..."-he explain a bit blushed

Aoba give Yuki a pack of gummies with a halloween theme

The other gift is a casual mecklace with a snowflake (there's a blush st Aoba's cheecks when he give the necklace)

"I saw this some days ago and I thought you could like the necklace"- the librarian/model with the MC name "guinevere" looks shy yeah,but smile softly

Yuki accepted the pack of gummies and the necklace with a measured nod. The leader from Kumamoto arrived in Sapporo was unexpectedly and at such an unusual spot, left him mildly unsettled.

Unsure of the gesture’s deeper significance, he recalled lessons drilled into him on gentlemanly conduct—specifically, the importance of acknowledging others’ kindness. With a quiet logic, he resolved to reciprocate as it’s only natural to extend courtesy in the face of a thoughtful gift. It’s a common expectation, after all. Particularly on this ghostly holiday.

The ghastly figure in skeletal attire murmured thoughtfully, deliberating his response before speaking in a low, steady tone "Thank you, Aoba-kun. Your effort in coming all the way to Sapporo is noted, and I appreciate the gesture but regrettably….I hadn’t anticipated this and therefore have nothing prepared in return. However, please accept these Rattle ‘N’ Roll Jawbreakers made by my team as a token of gratitude"

Handing the jawbreakers to Aoba, he added "feel free to share them with your team when you return to your division. The necklace, too, is exquisite. I assure you I will hold it in high regard… and Happy Halloween"

Though his voice retained a distant, impassive quality, there was a sincerity embedded in his words.

He reflected briefly on the gummies, acknowledging privately that they were more than he could handle alone. He would likely share them with Iwao and Yoichi.

[thedragonsarchive]

Hybrid/Anthro Alters

Hello all! It is I, Eden, once again with a new post! I saw that Izuku posted a response to a question talking about Hybrid alters within our system, so I am here to create a list of current known hybrid alters! I'll also be listing Anthro alters.

Keep in mind that this list, much like the big list of alters, is subject to change as more alters form and gain their hybrid forms. Also note that not all the hybrids on this list will have their hybrid type listed, this is the case for hybrids we do not completely know the animal/creature they are hybrids of just yet.

B.O.P. - Bird of Prey aka a raptor

Now without further ado, here are all known hybrid alters!:

DC:

Helios Pheasant (B.O.P, 1/2)

Genshin Impact/Star Rail:

Zhongli (Dragon Hybrid, 1/2)

MHA/My Hero Academia:

Dabi (Unknown)

Denki Kaminari (Unknown)

Eijiro Kirishima (Wolf Hybrid, 1/2)

Himiko Toga (Fox Hybrid, 1/2)

Hitoshi Shinsou (Big Cat, 1/4) (B.O.P, 1/4)

Izuku Midoriya (Rabbit/Bunny, 1/2)

Katsuki Bakugo (Wolf, 1/2)

Keigo Takami (B.O.P, 1/2)

Mirio Togata (Unknown)

Shota Aizawa (Unknown)

Shoto Todoroki (Ice Dragon, 1/4) (Fire Dragon, 1/4)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Unknown)

Tomura Shigaraki (Unknown)

Toshinori Yagi (Unknown)

Minecraft/Minecraft YT:

Philza (Crow, 1/2)

Technoblade (Piglin, 1/2)

Mythos:

Anubis (Anthro, Jackal)

Random:

Lamb/Lambert (Anthro, Lamb/Goat)

Sonic:

Amy Rose (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Blaze (Anthro, Cat)

Infinite (Anthro, Jackal)

Knuckles (Anthro, Echidna)

Metal Sonic (Robot Anthro, Hedgehog)

Miles 'Tails' Prower (Anthro, Fox)

Rouge (Anthro, Bat)

Shadow (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Silver (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Sonic (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Sticks (Anthro, Badger)

Vector (Anthro, Crocodile)

Undertale/Deltarune/Aus:

Classic Toriel (Anthro, Nubian Goat)

Unknown Source:

Clove (Dragon, 1/2)

Mugwort (Dragon, 3/4)

Quartz (Dragon, 3/4)

Sage (Satyr, 1/2)

Tarragon (Dragon, 1/2)

Tiger's Eye (Dragon, 3/4)

Topaz (Dragon, 3/4)

Wormwood (Crow, 1/2)

Wren (Anthro, Owl)

Here are all known hybrid alters! I hope you enjoyed the list and feel free to ask any questions!

Hope you all have a splendid morning/afternoon/evening! -Eden

[krovscastlerpg]

SPOOKY SEASON IS HERE

The Vampire Council cordially invites everyone to join them in Krovs Town on Halloween to indulge in fun, libations, and fright. Businesses within the local village will be hosting their own brands of Halloween parties and celebrations. Costumes are highly encouraged. More details to be provided closer to the event.

Our annual Halloween event at Krovs will begin on Monday, October 30th at 12PM EST. Stay tuned for more details!

FULL HUNTER'S MOON (OCTOBER 27TH)

Right before our Halloween celebrations, a full moon will be upon us. This will last between October 27th and October 30th as an optional mini-event for players to participate in.

All the werewolves and wolf hybrids in the castle can feel it approaching as they may be feeling extra temperamental. Uncollared werewolves, varcolaci, werewitches, and tribrids will experience forced transformations into their wolf forms beginning this Friday evening until early morning Monday. Please note that those with magical abilities will be unable to use their magic while in wolf form. Hellhounds are the only wolf hybrid that will not be forced to shift into their animal form although they still experience the aggression and short-temper during these few days and nights.

The woods surrounding Krovs Castle and Krovs Town in the mountains are open for all wolves to run free with plenty of game to hunt. Non-wolf residents should avoid these parts at night for their own safety – mortals like humans and witches are still susceptible to becoming a wolf or wolf hybrid themselves if bitten by one during these nights. Both Krovs Castle and Krovs Town have issued a mandatory curfew that everyone is inside the castle or town before dark – traveling the roads will be strictly prohibited by both castle guards and village police officers for everyone’s safety. Guards and officers will be armed with silver bullets and wolfsbane and have been trained to handle feral wolves if necessary. They have been advised only to incapacitate, NOT kill, if a situation requires it.

Unclaimed slaves will have their transformation abilities suppressed by their collars, however, they will still experience the heightened emotions, restlessness, and desire to howl at the moon each night. While they can’t turn into wolves, they may still act somewhat feral even in human form. Only a master can remove or negate the collar’s magic while renting them, which is an option for some slaves in the Undercroft to get out for an evening or two.

Any master who has claimed or purchased a werewolf or wolf hybrid slave can either choose to collar them for these next few days or allow them to run free.

Masters, staff members, and villagers are responsible for themselves during these next three nights and ensuring that they are not in the castle before it gets dark. Time off or early departures from work will be accepted for staff members and villagers as needed.

Other supernaturals like mermen, water elementals, kitsunes, unseelie faeries, and pamolas all experience a boost in their abilities during full moons. Anyone with water, ice, and lunar energy magic capabilities will recognize that extra strength in those types of magic when used anytime at night.

Players, please like this post so that we know it has been read.