#✨ // thrown to the wolves

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Undercover Hurt- Zemo x Reader

Summary: Zemo hurts you when he pretends to sell you to Selby while undercover

Word count: 1, 101

TW: mentions of inappropriate and unwanted touching

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Feeling Selbys cold fingers stretch across your abdomen makes your stomach twist, and you fight to stop the shiver that threatens to run down your spine. Keeping your head high seemed to be your only option, as you dare not look at Selby, nor your companions.

While Zemo had made Bucky go undercover as the Winter Soldier, you were made to play a role that filled you with just as much dread, fear, and anger. Sam may have joked that he looked like a pimp, but you were playing the product.

Standing in this room with Selby and her associates in nothing but a tight lingerie set, you felt like a lamb thrown to the wolves. Your heart beats faster and faster as Selby raises her hand between your breasts.

“Is she trained, Baron?” Selby asks, the question causing your stomach to drop and a lump to form in your throat.

Braving a look at Zemo, you’re met with a confident smirk; he sure does play his role well. Your eyes can’t stay on Zemo too long as they sweep to Bucky and Sam, whose eyes are similar to the pain filling your heart.

“Oh yes, she will do anything you ask her to,” he smugly confirms, his smirk confident and sly.

In that moment your heart broke, and any positive feelings you had for the baron vanished.

******

Storming through the doors of the safe house, Bucky was hot on your heels, making sure you were far away from Zemo. Buckys protective behaviour didn’t stop him however.

“Just leave her the fuck alone, Zemo!” Bucky shouts over his shoulder as he follows you to your room.

“How about you both fuck off! I don’t want to speak to any of you right now!” You shout at all three of them.

You rage-filled face and red tear-filled eyes stopped all three men in their tracks. A pitiful mix of worry and regret in their eyes. Turning back around, you quickly stormed to your room.

Slamming the door behind you, the force of it makes the mirror on the wall shake. Sliding down the door, the tears finally fall as you scream into your hands. The tears pour out of your eyes so violently that you feel you might drown in them.

Embarrassment, shame and anger fills every fibre of your being as you let your body shake and purge the feelings.

*****

“Don’t you fucking dare go near her, Zemo!” Bucky growls as he grabs onto Zemos upper arm.

“I am simply going to apologise,” Zemo replies, and while his voice appears calm, there is venom in it.

“She doesn’t want to hear from you,” Bucky growls back.

“Just let him go, man. Maybe she’ll kill him,” Sam butts in.

“Thank you, Sam, very helpful.” Zemo retorted sarcastically.

“You’ve got a good point, Sam. Go ahead, let her stab you. She has every right after what you pulled,” Bucky scoffs as he literally shoves Zemo towards your room.

Though the force of the shove causes Zemo to stumble, he quickly retains his composure as he makes his way to your room.

*****

It’d been about thirty minutes since you had shut yourself away, and you’d managed to stop crying. You had crawled yourself to rest with your back on the bed as you stay sitting on the floor.

Instead of crying until your eyes hurt, it seems your body had changed to simply staring at the floor, feeling numb. That moment replying over and over in your head as your eyes stay stuck to the floor. Her touch, Zemos words, Sam and Buckys eyes, all playing over and over, and it only seems to get faster and faster.

You could feel yourself begin to spiral with these paralysing thoughts, but as your body begins to rock and before you can start crying again, you hear a knock.

“Y/N?”

You knew it was Zemo, and you knew you should hate him, but that numbness just seemed to put your feelings on hold for a moment.

“Come in,” you simply say, your voice has no feeling and your eyes still stuck to the floor.

Once Zemo walked in and saw the mess you were, his heart shattered.

Your hair was all over the place from pulling at it, your eyes were red from crying and your body was frozen, besides the small anxious rocking you did to try to soothe yourself.

“Oh, darling, what have I done?” Zemo sadly asks, his voice cracking slightly as he softly sits in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Zemo apologises as he gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

His touch makes you flinch, and your body begins to shake as your feelings begin to return. Rage fills you as you look up at him. How dare he cry for you, his apology means nothing to you.

The numb expression on your face quickly turns brutal as your hand raises and you slap him hard across the face.

One slap, then another, and another. Shoving him back, your slaps turn into punches.

“You fucking prick! You let her touch me! You said I’d do anything! You treated me like a fucking object!” You scream at him, tears fill your eyes as your rage begins to morph into sadness.

Catching your wrists to stop your assault, Zemo looks into your bloodshot eyes.

“I know. I know. I deserve every hit you give me. I hurt you in a way that is shameful and I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Zemo admits as he looks deeper into your eyes.

“I thought you cared about me,” you meekly admit, your words feeling stupid but necessary in that moment.

“I do care about you. I was a fool and I never should have hurt you like that.”

“She touched me, she looked at me like I was property,” you lament once again as you return Zemos gaze.

As his hands begin to leave your wrists, they slowly come up to your face as he wipes your tears away.

“I know, and I promise, no one will ever lay a hand on you like that again. I will never make you feel scared like that ever again. I want to protect you, please give me a chance to care for you.”

You’d never thought you’d hear Zemo plea like that, and as you look into his eyes you can tell it is genuine.

“You promise?” You softy ask with a crack in your voice.

“On my life,” he simply replies as he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

[willczek-art]

♪ thrown to the wolves of the community ♪

He owns a shirt like this and there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise 🐺✨👀

[zici]

Right The Wrongs

Hey everyone, this was just supposed to be a hc, I thought up in the server(https://discord.gg/qAu8tqTjfQ) but it evolved into a fic(?). Please don’t mind any and all grammatical mistakes and typos, for I’m not proofreading the whole content. And a big thank you and love you to all the peeps from the server for live reacting❤️‍🔥😭🏃‍♀️✨

Part 1

So varadeva divorce happens and vara is with a baby. Now the baby is old enough to walk by the time deva breaks the seal. Now deva is brought to the court and he’s presented with two choices either hand over Aadhya as she has khansaars seal and take over his previous position of being the Salaar or yield his rights of being the Salaar, the shouranga heir and to cut off all ties with any Khansaarian until death. 

Relinquishing his right to the throne, Varadha and lastly unbeknownst to him, their daughter also. Jus when he puts the pen down. He hears a kids laugh from outside the room. He takes one look at vara. And starts sprinting towards the door. Vara quietly commands baba. And baba exits through another door. Deva is already out when he sees baba hiding someone from his view and walking to a room opposite to him.  A small hand peeks above babas shoulder. And deva let’s out a silent gasp and tries to reach for them. To turn baba around look at that someone. But before he could do that he’s being overwhelmed with men pushing him away. Any other day he would flick them off of him but today he’s mentally unstable. He sees baba getting inside the room. And vara appears at the doorway. Looks at him bitterly eyes red and closes the door. Deva is shouting at the top of his lungs. 

He’s pushed out of the Mannar mansion. He slaps his forehead for making the stupid decision of signing the papers. He’s not worried about a stupid piece of paper but what he’s worried about is vara will now have a reason to send his armies against him in case he tries to meet their kid breaching the contract. And armies he can handle, but their kid wouldn’t have a home to live in if their parents are at a war against each other. It starts to rain heavily and his tears disappearing in the rain droplets and walks and walks without any direction in mind he’s forgotten abt Aadhya Bilal and amma murmuring I’m sorry Varadha over and over again.

For next 7 years, Varadha is dealing with rebellions against his rule. And he can’t even bring deva back cause of the contract. Also his loyalists wolves in sheep clothing are waiting for a moment karta lets up and makes a mistake. One night vara with heavy heart goes to his daughter’s bedroom talks about her father, the Salaar of Khansaar, his husband and the only love of his life.  She’s very angry at deva and badmouths him but Vara admonishes her saying please don’t get angry at your father he loves appa so much and he loves you the double but she goes as if! he doesn’t even know me vara chuckles sadly brushing her hair out of her eyes bids her good night with a kiss on her forehead to behave good until he’s back attend classes and her training. The very next day she hears about Appa’s death as his tent had been ambushed by vedha, finally Radha Rama wins.

The entirety of Khansaar is thrown into chaos as karta Varadha is no longer alive. They know of the princess but she’s too young to get be installed as Karta. And all of Khansaar is eyeing the throne and they want the princess to be eliminated. Baba quickly absconds the Mannar mansion with the teenage princess without as much as mourning for Varadha. The shourangas welcome them with scorn for the one and only reason that the princess has shouranga blood flowing in her. Baba tries his level best to contact deva but in vain. The princess develops hatred against deva. For abandoning her, appa and baba.

It’s been seven years since then, baba has died, Radha Rama has claimed the throne and the princess presents herself as alpha on the fateful night they took up shelter in the shouranga territory. She’s 21 now and she’s craving for revenge, with deep rooted hatred for her Appa’s murderers and her father Deva. She’s 21 now and she’s craving for revenge, with deep rooted hatred for her Appa’s murderers and her father Deva. But it’s not as easy as it seems to be with them on the losing side so the princess descends into madness, and ambushes the dinner Karta Radha Rama schedules as a celebration for almost winning the battle effectively weeding out rebellions, alone.

She slashes all the pigs seated for a feast, throat parched with war cries, eyes red body drenched with the blood of her Appa’s murderers and murderers of her kin back in shouranga territory, bile rises up her throat to look at people ready to bite into flesh when their men are laying down lives in vain, ready to kill their siblings, ready to separate a daughter from her father. She finally goes up to Radha Rama, who looks up to the princess sneering still very much regal, white hair peeking out from her long braid and opens her mouth to talk but the princess slices her neck dejectedly saying You don’t have the right for last words, Auntie.

She walks out of the hall drenched in blood looking like Kateramma herself, setting fire the whole way to the throne room, she stands in the middle looking at the throne as her surroundings are engulfed by fire, lifts her sword up pointing to the throne and turns around slowly her sword now pointing to Deva who is now running towards her as she drops dead onto the floor. Deva runs into the fire holding the princess close to him wailing at the Gods standing tall in the throne room. The princess strictly commanded her army and kin to never let Deva know about Khansaar and most importantly Appa’s death , she said That man, who is not worthy to be called a father didn’t think twice before signing a stupid paper over a woman very much aware he would lose the right of calling Appa his husband, so why would he now run back when he hears about Appa’s death?! I don’t want his false show of tears nor his fake concern!

Deva has never looked back fearing Varadhas wrath and he first hand knows the evil reality of war and he doesn’t want his kid to grow up in a war ridden society and prays everyday for his husband and kid to live happily far away from him and the deaths he brings. He runs away to Ladakh drowns himself in alcohol and construction work. He had become a recluse. His only stops were home, work and the alcohol shop. He stares at the wall in his house replaying his last bitter farewell with his family time and again, how things would’ve been different if he hadn’t signed the papers, if he hadn’t stopped the seal and if he hadn’t left Varadha but nothing changes he’s still here in the dark about to doze off to a alcohol induced slumber instead of hearing his husband and kid calling him for dinner. One day, fourteen years later he gets a letter from Khansaar.

And it’s addressed to Devaratha Raisaar Shouryanga-Mannar, surprised he still has his birth and martial surnames intact. Hope glimmering in his eyes, thinking hundreds of possibilities that his husband has forgiven him and ready to have him back or their kid might be have been installed as a Dora or as Karta!? And he’s been invited for the ceremony but his racing mind suddenly stops at the first sentence; Karta Varadha Rajamannar had died 14 years ago. Radha Rama is now Karta. Your daughter had been leading us shouryangas and whatever traditional faction of Mannar is remaining to dethrone Rama. But victory is bleak. And she’s now determined to burn along with the entirety of Khansaar. She never listened to reason, it didn’t matter when it came avenging her Appa. We are not sure if anything of Khansaar will remain before this letter reaches you. Oh, her name is Devi.

Deva is on auto pilot, grabs his keys to his jeep, while covering his mouth and shouts into his palms muffling his angry wails, tears running down his face never blinking and starts his road journey to Khansaar, not stopping for sleep or food but only when the jeep is out of fuel or is broken down. His face swollen because of tears, not letting his mind think fearing he would break down and die in an accident before meeting his daughter their daughter it physically hurts him to even think about his love, he doesn’t deserve to.

He reaches Khansaar after 2 days of travelling which is splattered in red and covered in smoke, not a single soul around. He climbs the stairs leading to the sacred halls of throne room only to witness his signature sword pointed at him by an young woman with long black hair in tresses, and face streaked with kohl and covered in blood and starts sprinting towards her but then she drops onto the floor making his heart stop and legs to speed up not caring his for legs catching fire. He gathers Devi into his lap and finds that she already is dead. He loses his mind and cries and wails and beats his fists to the ground. Cursing Khansaar for their plight. Devi, you shouldn't have been named after me, says Deva regretfully.

He has lost both his husband and daughter at the same time. When exhaustion and lack of sleep catches him, he deliriously starts talking to Devi as if she were a baby. You have Varadhas nose! And my feet and hands! You will be inheriting Varadhas entire library filled with ancient scrolls and scriptures. And my weaponry! Everything belongs to you. I’ll take you to my favorite place tomorrow, it’s our secret place! Your Appa must be running late, but let’s first go to sleep? Then he closes his eyes clutches Devi tightly against himself as the flames are drawing in…

Deva opens his eyes, his cheeks wet with tears, finding himself back in their bed clutching Varadha tightly.

To be continued...

[immaculatemadonna23]

Innocence ^^

She winned a new Character data sheet ✨ one Where she shows her face... And some of her trashy stuff.

Birth: December; 28th 1908

Veracruz, México.

"From being thrown into a box by a friend to be sent to the USA, to developing immunity to Mrs. Bapka's sandwiches (being immune does not mean that she likes them.) "Innocence" is a girl with no experience in the real world, with virgin fantasies and naivety which are the ones that guide her horribly large and depressing eyes. Albino and with poor English, she became a recurring character in the parks of St. Louis, being one more crazy girl who dances until nightfall with a candle on her head and selling her flowers to people of dubious origin, she lives without distinguishing wolves in sheep's clothing and in love with lunatic troubadours. She likes currant popsicles, singing to pigeons and playing the harp. Her dream is to appear in a movie and become famous."

If you ask... She doesn't have claws.

[wombywoo]

I think you mentioned werewolves some time ago. Are they treated about the same as vampires ? Or do they face more/less bigotry? Are they the kind that can control their transformations or only can transform during a full moon? In your universe are they born as werewolves or turned ? (Big werewolf and quinncent universe fan…)

Waaahhhh I can't believe I've neglected werewolves for this long 😩 Apologies! Tbh, I've spent so much of my time daydreaming about my main 2 dudes, so I feel like I haven't given as much attention to other stuff in the lore ✨

But yes! Werewolves exist! In this universe, lycanthropy is contracted by being bitten by a bigass mutated supernatural wolf thing (™️) or by another werewolf. The mutated wolves are extremely feral and used to be rare enough that they only caused isolated problems throughout history, but a recent influx has seen a rise in attacks on the public (yikes). It's not a guarantee that someone bitten will turn either; sometimes they come out unscathed, sometimes they just die 💀

The appearance of a werewolf is pretty standard--giant dog-like beast. Fur color can vary; browns, grays, reds, etc. There are also variations in the body type--some are bipedal, others quadrupedal. For the most part, they're all extremely fast runners. They have big, glowing, completely white eyes, reminiscent of the moon. Claws, teeth, the usual. It is an extremely painful process to transform, but once you've endured the first year, it gets a bit easier.

Now that werewolves have been acknowledged under new abhuman recognition laws, there are several methods of 'treating' the condition. During a full moon, a registered werewolf is required to either--a. take a neutralizing pill (this won't stop the transformation, but it causes the patient to be rendered docile and nonaggressive during their cycle) or option b. visit a secure 'werewolf transformation center' (a fortified facility where patients can safely transform amongst other werewolves while under observation). A transformation is unavoidable for every full moon, but werewolves can also transform from various circumstances at any given time--under duress, anger, fear, as well as dog-like triggers--bursts of running, having an object thrown at them (frisbees have been banned in public places, sadly 😔) There's a separate pill that exists to limit these kinds of involuntary transformations (results vary).

Another aspect of werewolf documentation is the requirement that they have a 'handler'. As you can imagine, this sparks a lot of 'dog and master' debate, so it's not entirely well received--but a werewolf is required to have someone supervise them in their day-to-day life (in order to be on standby if a random transformation were to occur). This is usually a relative, but can also be an assigned service worker if there's no other option.

There is a fair amount of prejudice stacked against them--I think people are even more blatant in their bigotry against werewolves because of all the dog comparisons 😞They're viewed as 'feral and disgusting', and a lot of people attempt to conceal their conditions because of this. Vampires also face backlash, but there's more of a public fear for them, whereas werewolves are usually the butt of a joke, despite being equally dangerous 🥲

For protective measures against rogue werewolves, or even ones unaware they have the condition yet, a tranquilizing dart has been implemented that will sedate and incapacitate someone in the midst of a violent transformation. (This is why a handler is needed--to carry this tranquilizer and use it in case of emergency.) A rabies-like vaccine has also been developed to inject into a recently-bitten individual to prevent the lycanthropy from spreading.

I do have a werewolf character in mind for my little imaginary military task force--her name is Sheila; snarky, Irish, butch lesbian ✊ She was bitten as a teen (by one of the aforementioned mutant dogs) and so far, she has not disclosed her condition to the rest of the squad 😤 She's also ditched her government issued handler for a while (crusty old dude who she hates), and instead has been assigned a temporary new one--the enigmatic witch 'consultant' of the team known as Birdie....

More on that later (at some point) muahaha🙆‍♀️

[cxcassii]

How many projects are you thinking you’ll do for eremika? And by projects I mean fics, of course

This question has taken me some time to feel ready to answer bc I’m constantly indecisive about the exact number xD here’s a list of au’s I wish to do

Artist Eren x Muse Mikasa — nudist art study concept class/modern college au

Merman Eren x GothKasa — modern college fantasy au

Reincarnation omegaverse — fantasy au + full werewolf shifters

Childhood friends to lovers — modern au where Mikasa has autism and Eren has adhd

♥️

I’ve got more ideas for future au’s that I’ll add to this post every now and then.

For now I want to post the summary of the reincarnation omegaverse au ✨

“Bite Me Tender”

A Reincarnation Omegaverse

…

On the night of the full moon, Eren Jaeger’s worst fears come to life when the day he prepared for his entire existence is thrown upside down. The shackles and talisman to contain his first transformation as a werewolf not only don’t work, Eren wreaks havoc all over his family’s wooden cabin, easily snapping free from the barrier seal and heads north into the mountains. Rut driven instincts pumped violently through his veins, his shift completed. On all fours with massive paws, he ran and ran. With no end in sight, the moon was his only guided light. Not that it mattered all that much, wolves can see in the dark after all.

Mikasa Ackerman, a pagan witch, practices her witchcraft under the new moon every month. Ditched solo this October, she aimed up the northern mountains of her hometown Shiganshina. The raven’s friends warn her to not venture alone, that they can make it up to her for next month’s moon circle but she dismisses their concerns.

Up in the harrowing trenches of the wooden mountaintop do these two worlds cross one another, never to be the same again.

For when Eren woke coherently once again, his teeth were dripping with blood that smells sickeningly sweet. To his right, the source of the aroma, lay a strangely familiar faced woman 5 feet away, seemingly lifeless. Until he saw the blood flow, and the wound upon the pale skin of her neck and shoulder glistened under the morning dew light.

A werewolf’s bite is contagious.

To You 2,000 Years Later~

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

[darkrpfinders]

Hello! 😊 My name is Myth, and I use they/them pronouns. I’m a 21+ roleplayer seeking 18+ roleplay partners. This is a more specific request for anyone interested in exploring an old-school werewolf world. Think Wattpad werewolves, haha! 🐺 Don’t worry—I’ll dive into the details to clarify what I mean. For this request, I’m looking for bxb pairings or bxg with me playing the female character. Below are a few general dynamics I’d love to explore! For simplicity, I’ll refer to my character as M/c and your character as Y/c:

1. Alpha x Alpha Fated Mates

Y/c is the alpha of a pack that they’ve been ruling alone for years. Whispers circulate about whether Y/c even has a mate or if they’ve chosen to reject the idea entirely. The pack begins to question whether a mateless alpha is truly fit to lead. What no one knows is that Y/c does have a mate—M/c—the acting alpha of another pack across the river. 🏞️

Alpha x alpha mateships have a reputation for ending in violence and chaos due to dominance battles, so M/c and Y/c have chosen to ignore their bond. However, no matter how hard they try to suppress it, fate always wins. 🌙

2. Alpha x Beta (Fated or Non-Fated)

Y/c is a newly ascended alpha, struggling to manage the responsibilities of their pack. 🏰 From appointing advisors to selecting a beta, the stress is mounting. After exchanging emails and calls, they appoint M/c—a capable beta from a distant pack—as their second-in-command. M/c and Y/c get along perfectly, sharing similar visions for the pack’s future.

When M/c arrives at the packhouse, they are both stunned to realize they’re fated mates. 💞 Alternatively, their professional partnership could slowly develop into something deeper as they work closely together to strengthen the pack.

3. Alpha x Omega/Runt (Fated Mates)

M/c is a runt, living a life of abuse, rejection, and invisibility within their pack due to their small size and inability to shift. 🥀 When their alpha invites Y/c—the powerful leader of another pack—to negotiate an alliance for the winter, Y/c immediately catches the sweet scent of their mate upon entering the house. To their horror, the scent belongs to M/c, the battered servant runt of the pack. 💔

4. Alpha x Rogue (Fated Mates)

Y/c is the alpha of a powerful, ruthless pack that has dominated the region for generations. 🌌 M/c, on the other hand, is a rogue cast out from their pack for a crime they committed. Rogues rarely survive alone, as wolves are inherently social creatures. Desperate and starving, M/c accidentally stumbles into Y/c’s territory, only to be captured and thrown into the dungeon.

When Y/c comes to deal with the intruder, they’re floored by the sweet scent of their mate—M/c—the rogue they’re supposed to punish. 🕊️

5. Alpha x Rogue (Non-Fated Mates)

M/c and Y/c grew up in the same pack, along with their mutual best friend, NPC. 🐾 Over time, M/c and NPC fell in love and became mates, while Y/c eventually left to lead another pack as alpha. Years later, Y/c, now well-established as a leader, reaches out to NPC to appoint them as beta.

However, Y/c learns that M/c killed NPC in cold blood and was banished from the pack as a rogue for their crime. It’s been years, but M/c, desperate and starving, stumbles into Y/c’s territory, seeking refuge. A complicated mix of resentment, history, and unresolved emotions ensues. 🌀

If any of these dynamics spark your interest, feel free to reach out, and we can start building a story together! 📝✨

.

[artemiseamoon]

As long as I’m alive

Riley Moore (ofc) x TF guys | special guest Tyler Rake

Words: 6,510

Part of Artes Year of Whump (with comfort and fluff) | @yearofcreation2023 (March 2023 entry)

✨✨✨Summary: Stuck in a cell, in the middle of no where, Riley and Will try to survive and hatch a plan to find the guys, dead or alive.✨✨✨

Warnings: very heavy on whump, injuries, blood, ptsd mentioned, guns and weapons, self defense driven violence and killing, mentions of torture (not shown).

The guards verbally creepy off screen (but there is no non-con or assault in this - zero. So please know you will not encounter that in this fic at all. I just wanted to mention this for anyone who might fear encountering that in the story, you won’t, you are safe!)

Below is a preview * read in full only on A03

Preview #1 here

They occasionally give them food and water, but it’s sparse and not on a schedule. The last time food was given was two days ago, based on the way the light changed through the ceiling bars. It was a narrow space, not wide enough to be a window but open enough to let in small amounts of fresh air and sunlight.

“Will,” Riley looked up at him, “the others - do you think - “

Will took a sharp breath in, “I don’t know-”

Will hopes they're alive.

He kept telling himself they are, and he just needed to get to them. To think they weren't - that hurt too damn much. He loved every single one of them, and his brother - Benny, his kid brother who he looked out for and protected his entire life- if anything happened to him -

Will felt like he failed Benny, he's supposed to keep Ben safe, and now he didn't know where he was.

In the silence, his mind went back to that moment they were torn apart. Everyone fought like hell, every single one of them, but they were outnumbered.

It was a dark room, like this without bars; guns in their faces after fists had been thrown, they fought until they couldn't anymore. Bruises and blood on both sides, the captors and the captees.

They all blocked Riley from the men, surrounding her like a protective pack of wolves. Still, they were pulled apart, one by one, kicking and screaming until Will and Riley were the only ones left. Will nearly got knocked out when he attacked the men taking Benny, he hit the ground with a thud, and a ringing sensation moved through his head.

Will faded in and out, coming to just as Riley bit down hard on one of the man's arms, tearing skin, his blood on her lips. When he hit her, she fell down and Will dragged her behind him, then putting his body over hers.

After that, his memory got spotty. From what he learned later, from Riley, he went wild- attacking both men with superhuman strength and fighting his ass off. It took a blow to the back of the head to knock him out, then everything went black. He wasn't conscious when they picked her up and dragged her out of the room.

Sometime after that, Will awoke in the same room, this time chained to the wall. He was later blindfolded, gagged, then moved. To his surprise, he wasn't alone, Riley was in there. He didn't know why they were paired up, but he was thankful. He could protect Riley, and he hoped Ben, Frankie and Santi were all together.

Will felt defeated, he had to remind himself of who he was; the call tag Ironhead was earned, he survived all kinds of crazy shit that should have killed him but didn't, including the one gunshot that solidified the name.

Will was getting Riley out of here, and he was going to find his brother - he was going to find Frankie and Santi even if he died trying.

Will knew exactly how many men there were now, the group was smaller, as far as he could tell. He knew the face of every guard, their habits and their schedules. Will counted 44 steps to the staircase, 10 descending steps, followed by a left turn: then a count of 56 steps to that fucking room.

Along with all this, the other thing churning in his mind was the why; why were they kept alive?

If their kidnappers wanted payback for Lorea, Will and the others would have been executed on the spot, or delivered to what’s left of Lorea’s men. If this was about ransom, which was a possibility, they’re being kept alive for money.

Another observation Will made was this; the men were getting lazy and too comfortable. He's taken the beatings, fought back, and watched at the same time. His time to act is soon approaching.

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[lixenn]

Today I'm rocking a bright neon orange rain jacket that absolutely clashes with my light blue sweater because I didn't bring my usual blue rain jacket with me from my parents house (the blue one was still soaking wet when I went on a walk and the weather gods fucked me over).

I hold this jacket in fond regard despite its bright colour since I've worn it to my first festival where it was absolutely pissing it down. We were in the second row and when looking at videos from the audience you could pick me out from the crowds because this jacket reflects light and made me fucking glow. Good times. (This was unintentional on my part btw I did not calculate this when I chose my wardrobe.)

Moving on from my low-key incompetence when it comes to dressing myself.

It's Friday and you know what that means?✨ It's lab meeting time! ✨ (Fucking kill me now I'm so tired I don't want to waste two hours of my time listening to people talk data... I don't understand most of it anyways why do I need to suffer through this torture 😭😭)

Unless German public transit decides to be a bitch again (you know like usual) I will attend it in person, so I probably won't be forgotten. Which means I will need to present my own results too. Just presenting data is not as daunting as presenting my entire project but it's still presenting so I'd kinda rather... Not do that. But this poor student is shown no mercy. I've been thrown to the wolves, abandoned to my fate *cue overdramatic wallowing about my current predicament*

...

Anywaaays.

Looks like my train didn't cancel on me last minute so off I go to the commute.

Toodles~

[alcrystallize]

•｡ ❈ plotting call

[ hey hi hello! ✨ with alcryst ready to go, the time has come for him to be thrown into the wild and terrorized like the sweet scaredy-cat he is. i say this with all the love in my heart.

[ bow +1 ]: going ballistic for ballistas, let's shoot one together and see where it goes!

[ gauntlets +1 ]: let alcryst throw a hit at you with his noodle arms, no promises that he will be good but he will certainly try.

[ riding +1 ]: if he wants validation from people, he also wants validation from the wolves. does he deserve their respect? debatable. but we can sure try!

of course, i am open to non-mission threads as well! he enjoys studying and fishing and self-loathing (like squidward, he has to fit that into his schedule). i'm looking forward to throwing alcryst in the ring. pls like/reply/ping me on discord if you are interested as i peruse the dash. don't be too gentle with my wet cat now. x ]

[soulsxng]

Sivel committed ✨war crimes and atrocities✨ but how does his family feel about that?

Honestly, Sivel himself hated it at first, because that wasn't at all the kind of person that he was. He grew up relatively sheltered, and he had a lot of love for his people, and his realm, and just...everything in general tbh? And over time, different things slowly started to make him act like something he wasn't.

Then the war happened, and he was immediately thrown to the wolves. His experiences taught him that being nice, and loving, and wanting to help people wasn't the best way to do things. That difficult decisions were easier to make if he took the person he was, and shoved it down as deep as he could, so it wouldn't get in the way. It made things hurt less, too.

So even now, he hates all the things that he had to do, but he's just so used to like...not acknowledging any part of himself that he views as "weak", that I don't even think he realizes it anymore. And it's only now that he has his family and his friends mostly whole again, and the danger is mostly passed, that certain people can catch little glimpses of Sivel as he used to be, and of how deeply everything back then truly effected him.

As for his family though, it's kind of a mixed bag. Naya and Ranadi think that he went too far in some things back then, but considering everything, they don't hold it against him. Seeing him do bad things now, however...that's something they're less okay with. And though Ranadi usually keeps quiet about it unless it's really bad, Naya has no qualms about telling Sivel she doesn't agree with it.

Sivan, Ania, and Cyrus are a little different. Sivan was the only one that was around during the war that was old enough to somewhat remember it, and even then, he was only the equivalent of somewhere between 5 and 7 years old. Ania was literally born immediately before the end of the war, and Cyrus has only ever read about the war, or heard bits and pieces about it from the family that was there. So there's mixed reviews on whether or not they accept what Sivel did back then...all of them are heavily against his acting that way now though, and it was primarily because of them that Sivel started to realize that he doesn't have to be like that, anymore.

Alsina also has a similar issue to Sivel, where when she's really passionate about something, there's very little she wouldn't do to see it happen. And while she does generally do better at listening to reason, or talking herself out of it, she would never hold any of Sivel's actions-- past or present-- against him, personally. There was a short time, when he wasn't really doing his job after the Vasyrus were brought back (because Quella had literally JUST left him), that she was planning to do something about him, but that didn't last too long.

And even though Quella isn't technically family anymore, I'll include her in here too, because she used to be. Even during the war, there were some things that Sivel did that she literally begged him not to do. There was a lot that she saw in him back then that scared her a lot, and there were times she almost felt like she couldn't recognize him at all from who she knew him to be. Over time though, she slowly grew more...complacent to it, I guess? Or dismissive? Half because of something else, and half because she felt she couldn't stop him, and-- being the only person at the time that saw Sivel's breakdowns during this period-- felt that it was more important for her to be there to support him and keep him from completely falling apart.

Current day, when they were still together, she went back to trying to steer him away from doing bad things. She still tries, to this day, but also knows there's only so much she can do now without making things even worse.

So yeah. None of them approve of Sivel doing messed up stuff these days, but the stuff he did in the past? It really depends on the person.

[novella-writers]

Hello! 😊 My name is Myth, and I use they/them pronouns. I’m a 21+ roleplayer seeking 18+ roleplay partners. This is a more specific request for anyone interested in exploring an old-school werewolf world. Think Wattpad werewolves, haha! 🐺 Don’t worry—I’ll dive into the details to clarify what I mean. For this request, I’m looking for bxb pairings or bxg with me playing the female character. Below are a few general dynamics I’d love to explore! For simplicity, I’ll refer to my character as M/c and your character as Y/c:

1. Alpha x Alpha Fated Mates

Y/c is the alpha of a pack that they’ve been ruling alone for years. Whispers circulate about whether Y/c even has a mate or if they’ve chosen to reject the idea entirely. The pack begins to question whether a mateless alpha is truly fit to lead. What no one knows is that Y/c does have a mate—M/c—the acting alpha of another pack across the river. 🏞️

Alpha x alpha mateships have a reputation for ending in violence and chaos due to dominance battles, so M/c and Y/c have chosen to ignore their bond. However, no matter how hard they try to suppress it, fate always wins. 🌙

2. Alpha x Beta (Fated or Non-Fated)

Y/c is a newly ascended alpha, struggling to manage the responsibilities of their pack. 🏰 From appointing advisors to selecting a beta, the stress is mounting. After exchanging emails and calls, they appoint M/c—a capable beta from a distant pack—as their second-in-command. M/c and Y/c get along perfectly, sharing similar visions for the pack’s future.

When M/c arrives at the packhouse, they are both stunned to realize they’re fated mates. 💞 Alternatively, their professional partnership could slowly develop into something deeper as they work closely together to strengthen the pack.

3. Alpha x Omega/Runt (Fated Mates)

M/c is a runt, living a life of abuse, rejection, and invisibility within their pack due to their small size and inability to shift. 🥀 When their alpha invites Y/c—the powerful leader of another pack—to negotiate an alliance for the winter, Y/c immediately catches the sweet scent of their mate upon entering the house. To their horror, the scent belongs to M/c, the battered servant runt of the pack. 💔

4. Alpha x Rogue (Fated Mates)

Y/c is the alpha of a powerful, ruthless pack that has dominated the region for generations. 🌌 M/c, on the other hand, is a rogue cast out from their pack for a crime they committed. Rogues rarely survive alone, as wolves are inherently social creatures. Desperate and starving, M/c accidentally stumbles into Y/c’s territory, only to be captured and thrown into the dungeon.

When Y/c comes to deal with the intruder, they’re floored by the sweet scent of their mate—M/c—the rogue they’re supposed to punish. 🕊️

5. Alpha x Rogue (Non-Fated Mates)

M/c and Y/c grew up in the same pack, along with their mutual best friend, NPC. 🐾 Over time, M/c and NPC fell in love and became mates, while Y/c eventually left to lead another pack as alpha. Years later, Y/c, now well-established as a leader, reaches out to NPC to appoint them as beta.

However, Y/c learns that M/c killed NPC in cold blood and was banished from the pack as a rogue for their crime. It’s been years, but M/c, desperate and starving, stumbles into Y/c’s territory, seeking refuge. A complicated mix of resentment, history, and unresolved emotions ensues. 🌀

If any of these dynamics spark your interest, feel free to reach out, and we can start building a story together! 📝✨

Like if interested!

[storyhaven]

WEREWOLF RP!

Hello! 😊 My name is Myth, and I use they/them pronouns. I’m a 21+ roleplayer seeking 18+ roleplay partners. This is a more specific request for anyone interested in exploring an old-school werewolf world. Think Wattpad werewolves, haha! 🐺 Don’t worry—I’ll dive into the details to clarify what I mean. For this request, I’m looking for bxb pairings or bxg with me playing the female character. Below are a few general dynamics I’d love to explore! For simplicity, I’ll refer to my character as M/c and your character as Y/c:

1. Alpha x Alpha Fated Mates

Y/c is the alpha of a pack that they’ve been ruling alone for years. Whispers circulate about whether Y/c even has a mate or if they’ve chosen to reject the idea entirely. The pack begins to question whether a mateless alpha is truly fit to lead. What no one knows is that Y/c does have a mate—M/c—the acting alpha of another pack across the river. 🏞️

Alpha x alpha mateships have a reputation for ending in violence and chaos due to dominance battles, so M/c and Y/c have chosen to ignore their bond. However, no matter how hard they try to suppress it, fate always wins. 🌙

2. Alpha x Beta (Fated or Non-Fated)

Y/c is a newly ascended alpha, struggling to manage the responsibilities of their pack. 🏰 From appointing advisors to selecting a beta, the stress is mounting. After exchanging emails and calls, they appoint M/c—a capable beta from a distant pack—as their second-in-command. M/c and Y/c get along perfectly, sharing similar visions for the pack’s future.

When M/c arrives at the packhouse, they are both stunned to realize they’re fated mates. 💞 Alternatively, their professional partnership could slowly develop into something deeper as they work closely together to strengthen the pack.

3. Alpha x Omega/Runt (Fated Mates)

M/c is a runt, living a life of abuse, rejection, and invisibility within their pack due to their small size and inability to shift. 🥀 When their alpha invites Y/c—the powerful leader of another pack—to negotiate an alliance for the winter, Y/c immediately catches the sweet scent of their mate upon entering the house. To their horror, the scent belongs to M/c, the battered servant runt of the pack. 💔

4. Alpha x Rogue (Fated Mates)

Y/c is the alpha of a powerful, ruthless pack that has dominated the region for generations. 🌌 M/c, on the other hand, is a rogue cast out from their pack for a crime they committed. Rogues rarely survive alone, as wolves are inherently social creatures. Desperate and starving, M/c accidentally stumbles into Y/c’s territory, only to be captured and thrown into the dungeon.

When Y/c comes to deal with the intruder, they’re floored by the sweet scent of their mate—M/c—the rogue they’re supposed to punish. 🕊️

5. Alpha x Rogue (Non-Fated Mates)

M/c and Y/c grew up in the same pack, along with their mutual best friend, NPC. 🐾 Over time, M/c and NPC fell in love and became mates, while Y/c eventually left to lead another pack as alpha. Years later, Y/c, now well-established as a leader, reaches out to NPC to appoint them as beta.

However, Y/c learns that M/c killed NPC in cold blood and was banished from the pack as a rogue for their crime. It’s been years, but M/c, desperate and starving, stumbles into Y/c’s territory, seeking refuge. A complicated mix of resentment, history, and unresolved emotions ensues. 🌀

If any of these dynamics spark your interest, feel free to reach out, and we can start building a story together! 📝✨

[arcanoodles]

mercedes and melchior anon again, mind dropping some hcs for them if you're in the mood or need a break from match ups?

You guys are so good to me 🥺

Everyone expects them to be like these great sophisticated dogs of some great king when they first come to the castle but within the first like 5 minutes it becomes evident that these are actually just some dogs he found in the trash and had someone train

They have bitten several trainers. (Lucio doesn't know why they kept quitting!)

Nadia acts like she's indifferent towards them, but they're such sweet dogs (only to people Lucio likes) that they've really grown on her over the years

They were originally trained to help when Lucio had a sensory overload or a panic attack (I'm pretty sure people with anxiety can have sensory overloads but idk, I'm not neurotypical) but when he lost his arm he was so distraught he had them trained to help him with basic things like getting his pants off (or something lmao)

Julian was absolutely terrified of them at first, but grew to appreciate them after being friends with Lucio for so long and seeing their impact on him and his wellbeing

Everyone expects the dogs to be so poised and spoiled but really they're little savages like Lucio himself and they'll steal from your plate while you're not looking if you don't feed them from your plate like Lucio does.

Sometimes a family can be two dogs, a goat, and a magician

Also: I won't have internet for the next week or so because my family is going into the Great Oregon Wilderness™ for one of my sister's birthdays, so I'm not dead! Just away <3

[leonhardt-simp]

Puppy Eyes.

[werewolf au]

werewolf! Annie x reader!

cw// injuries! suggestive! biting! a/b/o dynamics ! another make-out!

another werewolf annie, this time a request tho! Thank you for loving the werewolf au!✨

reblogs welcomed! requests opened!

“You missed it. Last night Annie and Sasha got into a scuffle.” Ymir pushed her lollipop back into her mouth as she leaned back into the bench. You sat up abruptly at the sudden news, “What? Why?”

You grew worried. It’s no wonder you didn’t see her at her usual spot by the library. Here you both were supposed to enjoy a nice day out and now the sly wolf was dumping news onto you about your girlfriend.

Ymir gave a little chuckle as she remembered last night. Annie and Sasha had never butted heads before but it was surely impressive!

The snarls and growls! The sudden jumps in to attack one another. Ymir wanted in on that action however when she found out it was because Sasha made the mistake of rubbing her scent all over you, then she knew that wasn’t exactly an ideal thing to get involved with. Sasha knew better and that’s why no one else was interested in stopping the fight from happening.

You never stop a fight between two wolves, not if you want to get targeted next. Zeke thought it was hilarious though, blonde vs. auburn. Everyone in the pack thought it was a good fight to watch.

“Annie got jealous that she’s not the only wolfy around here that stays at your house.” Ymir thought that was funny, I mean! You were the only person that was able to handle their pack. Your house was usually the spot to rest at, Annie didn’t like that. You were too nice though, that’s what made Annie usually leave her things at your house.

Hoodies, Shirts, Pants, Anything that would leave her scent or made her presence known. You name it. It was there. She was borderline moving in, just at a really slow pace.

“Should I just have you guys go somewhere else then?” Your suggestion made Ymir kinda sad, everyone liked being at your house.

Pieck had a place to run to if she was fatigued.

Sasha had a place that was good for a quick meal so that she didn’t make a mess.

Ymir had that safe space to rest with ease.

Annie had you.

Sometimes they all gathered there and it was always pleasant to see them interacting with one another, Annie always staying close by you. It was peaceful to you, perhaps it wasn’t for Annie.

“If that’s what Blondie wants then we’ll back off. There’s no reason to intervene in her space, along with her partner.” Ymir reasoned in which you agreed. “Is she badly hurt?” You asked, standing up from the bench just outside of the library.

“Hmm… Depends on what you think is being bad.” You sighed, scratching your head a bit. What were you going to do with her? You didn’t understand how the whole werewolf thing worked, it was kind of a scary feeling. “Is she breathing?” You asked the brunette.

“Mmm N- Yes.” She teased you, finding it funny to see you all worried.

“Thank you, Ymir. Thank you.” You said sarcastically, receiving a wink in response. You shook your head as you proceeded to pick up your backpack off the ground by its handle. “In all seriousness though, when you see her tell that Sasha is fine and that she’s sorry. She wasn’t thinking clearly.” Ymir stood up, gently petting your head as you did to her once before.

You let on a small smile, “Will do, dog breath.” You teased, getting a surprised reaction from the tall girl.

“Eh?–” Ymir watched as you didn’t say anything more, just took your leave off to go home. You had a lot to think about.

Ymir huffed as she rolled her eyes, “Brat.” She playfully murmured as she tossed her finished lollipop stick into the bin beside the bench you both sat at.

When you arrived home, you noticed those familiar converse sneakers just clumsily thrown onto the ground of your doorway.

‘Annie?’

You didn’t expect her to come to your house. You were happy though. you proceeded to slipped off your sneakers and put on your slippers before going to look for her, letting your bag fall wherever as you went into the living room.

There she was.

Sleeping peacefully on your sofa with the Tv playing yet still pretty banged up from the fight she had. You sighed softly, moving to go get the first-aid kit from your bathroom.

‘Could’ve at least dressed the wounds— What am I going to do with you?’

Annie woke up to you bandaging the wounds on her body, your eyes staring intently as to not put too much pressure on the lesions there.

‘Pretty..’ Was all Annie could think before her eyes met with yours, your expression in distress as you continued to clean the various wounds on her abdomen.

“Sleep well?” That was all you could really say, you weren’t sure where to start. Annie wasn’t sure how to respond either, she could tell you were upset.

“If you want to sleep more then go ahead, I’m done already.” You said, bandaging up the last slash on her rib. Thank god, that it takes more than something like this to kill them. You never wanted to see this again though.

“I’m sorry—” Annie said without much thinking, her voice kind of hoarse from the events of last night. You didn’t say anything as you closed the med-kit and got up, Annie felt her heart drop. Were you mad?—

“Y/N—” Annie was met with your kind eyes turning back to her with a genuinely worried look. “Just— Please rest, Annie. I don’t want you moving around too much, okay?” That’s all you were asking for. You didn’t think her fight was that bad. But, when you saw how bad the wounds were, you got scared. It’s not easy seeing someone you love get hurt/be hurt.

How could Annie refuse that? Annie moved to lay back down on her back, her wounds feeling a little sore. She was surprised when you came back with some medicine to help relieve the pain and a little throw blanket to put on her to continue resting.

You weren’t going to pry however, you knew Annie would just gloss over it if you didn’t ask. “Sasha’s fine, She’s sorry as well.” You gave her a little cup of water and some pills for her to take, she didn’t waste time swallowing those down. The earlier, the better? Annie didn’t like having fights. However last night was something she couldn’t let slide. You took the cup from her, setting it down on the coffee table.

“I’m guessing Ymir told you then?” Annie muttered, she could smell the other wolf faintly on you. You were surprised, however, you could see how Annie would guess that. Ymir was a nosy girl.

You nodded, reaching down to pick up the blanket you had brought over to cover her body. “Next time, at least make sure you properly clean your injuries.” You moved your hand over her face to pinch her nose briefly as you rose to stand, collecting Annie’s ruined shirt from the ground. Unfortunate, it was a nice T-shirt now ruined with dried blood. You had planned on stealing it from her prior.

Just before you left, you stopped in your tracks and turned your head back. Annie’s eyes stayed on you, feeling weary as you didn’t seem very happy with her still. “Also, the others won’t come around anymore. I don’t want you getting in any more fights. Okay?” You asked.

Annie wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Everyone liked you a lot, she could understand why they would. You were the only human that took your time to understand, you were polite as well. That’s what made your home such a safe place to hang around.

“You don’t have to…” Annie looked away from you, she felt conflicted. You didn’t understand how protective she felt over you, especially around the others. When Sasha challenged her, she was angry.

You smiled slightly before coming back to her, sitting on the edge of the couch, reaching down to push some hair out of her face to reveal her pretty side profile.

“Would it make you happy?” You asked, tilting your head at the question.

it would but that would be selfish, wouldn’t it?

You took her silence as an answer, leaning down to press a quick kiss against her cheek before getting back up. “They won’t be allowed to come over unless you say then, sounds good?” You compromised.

The blonde turned her head to watch you clean up, her eyes staying pinned on you. “You do know that Sasha likes you, right?” She questioned. She wasn’t sure if you were being oblivious to her advances or if you didn’t see it as a big thing.

The news caught you off guard, your head turning quickly over to her in confusion.

‘eh? Sasha?’

With the look on your face, Annie realized you didn’t even notice the country girl’s advances.

You didn’t! You thought she was just a very touchy puppy! She was always next to you and helping you. She just was like a pet almost.

“Are you sure?” You questioned the blonde with a concerned look. You just never saw her that way.

Annie nodded, “She rubbed her scent on you, that’s what started the fight in the first place. She liked you a lot and tried ward off the pack, especially me.”

“What?- Scent?” You instinctively pulled up your shirt to smell it, not smelling anything.

Annie pouted, eyebrows furrowing down. She was worried about nothing.

You noticed her pout, finding it cutely funny to see. It had been a while since you had last seen it. The last time being, when you told her that you did get her booties to stop tracking mud into the house. She wasn’t impressed at all, now she wipes her feet before coming in.

Ah, she felt embarrassed. Here she was, making quick judgments over something you didn’t even realize. Did she regret fighting? No. A challenge was a challenge regardless.

Once you had properly disposed of Annie’s ruined shirt, you came back to sit on the floor near the couch. You happily looked at her as she felt her face heat up, “No more fights, okay?” You asked politely.

You weren’t sure how these wolves functioned but, you didn’t want to see Annie beat up anymore. You knew she was strong but, your human brain could only think the worst. Losing Annie to something small would be devastating.

Annie could see your concern in your eyes, watching as they slightly trembled at her. She nodded in agreement, she didn’t want to worry you, this was your only small request to her.

The blonde looked down at her hands, fidgeting in a manner that you thought was cute. You swore, if she was in her wolf form then she would’ve had her ears pinned back and those puppy eyes looking at you with nothing but guilt.

You turned to face her, her eyes watching every movement and soon widening when your hand came to cup her face and gently rub the skin with your thumb. Her instinct immediately made her nuzzle into your touch, her body no longer feeling achy but light as your scent welcomed her back into safety.

With nuzzles and kisses to your palm, the blonde moved her body closer towards you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander her body, nothing covering her beside her sports bra and bandages in various spots. “I’m sorry—” The blonde muttered.

“It’s okay..” You sighed at Annie’s behavior, you weren’t able to stay mad at her forever especially not when she was kissing your hand and soon leaning in for what she calls a ‘proper kiss.’

You couldn’t help but laugh.

Giving her a small peck on her awaiting lips, her eyes opening up in annoyance. You smiled knowingly at her before she huffed and tackled you backwards, making you fall on your back on the wooden floor of your living room. The strong blonde loomed over you, her eyes showing that familiar hunger from before.

Annie wasn’t interested in being teased by you, she made that clear when she placed a hand on your belly, leaning in to capture your lips for another kiss. The kiss starting small and soon growing a bit heated as Annie licked your lower lip, begging for an entrance. You pulled away slightly only to have her lips come down and attach to your neck, her canines nipping at your pulse. You felt your body shiver in delight, Annie was surely drunk on your scent.

“You want to do this here?” You asked, your body arching when those nimble fingers move underneath your sweatshirt, deliciously caressing the skin. Annie hummed, not thinking clearly as she moved her face down to where her fingers caressed, laying a couple of love bites down. A gasp of delight ripped from your mouth, your head looking down at those pretty eyes.

“Annie!” You playfully hit her arm to get her attention and it worked, her eyes looked at you in worry. “Hmm?” Puppy eyes that showed nothing but worry at your sudden movements.

“I’ll race you to my room!” You said it so fast, getting up and running off happily. It was so sudden that it caught her off guard, she could only sit there and watch you disappear behind the wall before giving a small chuckle. She followed after you, catching onto your waist and lifting you. Nothing but happy giggles and laughter filling your room once she closed the door behind the both of you.

She didn’t have anything to be worried about. You would always choose her, right?

[romancemoon]

hc + friends.

✨ @electricea. meme. still accepting!

he's kind of funny on the concept and it's pretty much against his will... i chalk it up to these things:

growing up friendless in very, very competitive circles starting from the age of, like,five-years-old.

mental illness being onset the moment he could form a proper thought. having mental illness be the driving force behind his ability to build bonds with other people.

being a southeast asian immigrant in america without much cultural context on how to make friends; he was just kind of thrown to the wolves in a prissy boarding school and had to figure everything out for himself, which was detrimental to his wellbeing. even in his adult years at his big age of almost twenty-eight.

virote has friends. he knows about the friendship as a... thing... but he’s not entirely sure if he qualifies for it do you feel me??? he will never declare someone his friend until they do it first. which is kind of odd and fitting for his standoffish nature, i guess... but he does try his best... it’s incredibly difficult. sometimes ill go back thru different threads and blogs and i’ll see that he never uses the word friend. he avoids it. he doesn’t want to.

maybe one day he’ll stop being skittish about it all. until then idk! he’s such a clam.

feeling things for other people is complicated and putting any sort of label on it is even more complicated. virote cares dearly... tho he’s always been a bit afraid in caring too much.