#Here’s Some Advice From a Werewolf Who’s Seen it All

[thatsbelievable]

[satureja13]

Jack dragged Sai over to his and Kiyoshi's quarters to distract him from his misery - with some games. Skully: "Yes! Slay them into bloody pieces!" And he began to sing growl 'Swing of the Axe' by Power Trip... 'Go on and look at you - today's your lucky day The executioner's here And he's ready to make you pay

Swing of the axe, Swing of the axe Cry all you want, but the blade soars today Swing of the axe, Swing of the axe' "

Sai: "That's a bowling game, Skully..." Skully: "Then put some more effort in it!" Saiwa sighed. But everything is better than mulling over Jeb and their doomed sex life. Even hanging out with Skully. Where does he get those songs from anyway? ö.ö

And then Noxee called! Jack's eyes lit up. He loves Noxee since he first laid eyes on her. And he might have told her how much he's worried about Sai. Sai was so happy to see her. She surely would have some good tips for him. Noxee tamed Greg. She's the Queen of giving relationship advice.

Noxee looked at broken Sai: "Oh honey. That's not how I know you. I didn't raise you like that." Sai just wanted to start rambling about Jeb's revelation and how he's never going to lose his virginity, when Noxee interrupted. Noxee: "Babies. I'd love to chat with you but I have to take Greg to the hospital wing." Sai: "Gods! Did he get into a fight again? Is he severely hurt?" Noxee: "No, no he isn't. Just a physical inspection. A little strip search. A thorough body check. If you know what I mean? *She winked twice - and Greg, in the background, was just standing there, grinning stupidly in anticipation* And then some physiotherapy for this hardened muscle. A proper roleplay never hurt anyone ^^' Love you - bye!"

Well that was disappointing. As always... Sai grumbled: "Noxee didn't raise us at all." Jack: "Oh, I think she has. You don't have to be around someone for years to get an impact from them. And I think she did also gave us some valueable advice." Sai: "How so? She didn't say anything about me and Jeb." Jack: "Just you wait and see. She already showed us that a relationship can work, even under worst conditions, hm?" And Jack tugged Sai along - over to the Security Office, where the latest subscription box from 'Ye Olde Magick Shoppe' waited to be unboxed by curious creatures. Sai: "I don't think Noxee said anything about this?"

Jack: "You are just too deep in your despair to interpret it right. Noxee mentioned role play. And with what do you play with? With toys!" Sai: "I don't think Jeb will let me use them. He'll think they'd hurt me too..." Jack: "That's when her second advice falls in. The pysiotherapy. We've been practising yoga, meditation and tantra for so many months now, it's about time to yield the large crop! And get some profits from it." Sai: "Omg Jack! You and your wild brain. I don't think this was was Noxee had in mind." Jack, who hates Greg: "The only thing she has in mind is that mangily werewolf! We have to work with what we've got." Sai: "But how is that even supposed to help me getting woohooed by Jeb?" Jack: "That's easy. You are starting to play with those toys, some of them look exactly Jeb's size. And you also still have the wand from Kiyoshi. Just go slow and use lots of polish. Simultaneously, you start your one-on-one tantra practise with Jeb. Both of you should leave your ego - and everything else - behind and just focus on the moment - and your bliss. And after a few days - in the right moment - take the toy out and Jeb in - and it won't hurt a bit. And yes, you can thank me later, when you've seen the stars - all of them." And poor Sai is desperate enough to not chase Jack around the ship but to listen to his mad theories. Yes, things already have come this far.

And while Jack stuffs Sai's poor, suffering brain with his nonsense, Vlad and Ji Ho admire the new cargo bay. Jeb and Jack had turned it into a little green paradise for the Little Ones and for themselves. It will be nice and calming to hang out here. Since they aren't able to just walk around in the open air as long as they travel through space.

Ji Ho: "Let's pick our food and eat on the blanket?" Vlad, who'd promised Jack to be more approachable: "Eh - sure."

Jack told them just a few minutes ago he'd already set the table for them with their meals in the Crew Mess. But when they entered, their plates were empty. Someone ate their food. And it even looks like the plates had been licked clean. What the hell?

A little later, when Jeb and Kiyoshi finished their shift at the bridge, they built a - hopefully - secure container for the meteorites. The glow effects even intesified with time... They weren't able to measure any harmful radiants, so they just hope it's safe enough until they have time to research further. After they'd finished, it was upon Kiyoshi to distract poor Jeb from his misery. Well, Kiyoshi has decades of experience in not woohooing Jack...

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[rosewaterandivy]

2024 fic review!

saw this going around somewhere and thought it'd be fun to do. if you'd like to play along, please do! the more the merrier ☺️

i'm limiting this list to wips that i've actually updated this year, rather than announcements or nascent ideas. but feel free to come up with whatever guidelines you'd like!

January

Blurb: Season of the Stick (?k words, as of writing)

eddie has a reputation and a temper. you have something to prove. and hop, well, he has better things to worry about, but he sure as shit isn't blind. Hockey AU.

Oneshot: dick so good we be callin' him NyQuil (1.2k)

getting fucked to sleep by eddie, that's literally it. Explicit.

Series: Through Me - The Fool (6.3k)

Eddie and the Lady of the Lake, feat. advice from one Steve ‘The King’ Harrington. Soulmate Triad Constantine AU.

Series: Begin Again (5k, as of writing)

you weren't always soft. you weren't always his. Kidfic, Kas!Eddie, love triangle.

February

Blurb: Local werewolf annoys town (?k words)

the idea the birthed my werewolf series. Best friend Eddie & confused Steve.

Oneshot (for now) Phármakon (?k words)

in the end, Owens got what he wanted, you and Harrington back in the Drift. because who cares about grief in the face of the apocalypse? Pacific Rim AU.

Series: Whatever's Still to Come (3.1k, as of writing)

Blood like yours, a love like yours could be halved and still be whole. Past lives, mythological reimagining, reincarnation AU, s.h. x reader.

March

Blurb: Ernest Frank only has lovely things to say about you (659 works)

the idea that eventually became my super senior high school eddie AU.

Oneshot: none, embarrassing 😳

Series: Everyone But You (15.4k words, as of writing)

From a blind date gone awry to a tense christening for none other than Chrissy Carver’s baby. Eddie and Munson and you had never quite seen eye to eye, except for the fact that Chrissy could do so much better than her scumbag of a husband. But a stormy night brings terrible news that drags you from the Upper West Side to fucking Williamsburg like some a harbinger of doom, only to end up at said fuckboy’s door. Life As We Know It AU.

April

Blurb: none 😬

Oneshot: none 😬

Series: it'd be cooler if you did (4.2k words, as of writing)

‘86 is gonna be his year, by hook or by crook, Eddie’s walking the stage at graduation and getting that damned diploma. he just needs to focus, but then he took one look at you and— well, you can see for yourself. super senior high school eddie, no UD AU.

Series: careful fear & dead devotion (10.7k words, as of writing)

and you want to beg, like Andromache on the ramparts of Troy, don’t do this, don’t have me nurse fresh grief, but his gaze in reply is redolent and kind, do not borrow sorrows from tomorrow, for you and I have arrived at the grief we were born for. marriage of convenience, Gilded Age AU, s.h. x reader/oc.

Series: Modern Love (4.9k, as of writing)

Modern Steve and Eddie in alternating parts. Meet cutes, dating.

May

Blurb: werewolf senses are tingling (590 words)

steve & eddie's scents head canon

Oneshot: cathedrals (1.8k) - could be a stand alone, if you're not into the OG series hit me like a hook of the right

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome / There is a feeling that you should just go home past actor s.h. x reader/oc

Series: in the woods somewhere (7.6k words, as of writing)

everything was fine. you had it all handled. and then eddie just had to go and run his mouth. to harrington, of all people. ("you woke up on his doorstep!" / "that is neither here nor there, edward.") werewolf fic makes it's debut.

June

Blurb: rumored nights & the rendezvous (752 words)

a prep-school princess and cuntycountry club queen always gets what she wants High school, one night stand, King Steve antics

Blurb: Caught in the Throes (552 words); a Crawl Til Dawn installment

Were you praying at the Lares shrine? || He supposes it could've gone better. winter soldier AU.

Blurb: dragon steve (102 words)

constellations of gold adorn his skin, glimmering in the fading light. he eyes you up and down, with a veiled interest borne of the aristocracy.

Blurb: pornstar steve (337 words)

Steve’s big break was because he was a last minute replacement for a guy who canceled a job the day before filming. bts porn, origins of 'Hung Harrington.'

Oneshot: none 😔

Series: Through Me - Justice (8.5k words)

The world is of but men and beasts, and you cower to none. Soulmate Triad Constantine AU.

July

Blurb: once, twice, three times a lady (224 words)

“So how many times was it then?” hangover & eddie the nuisance.

Oneshot: none

Series: none

Other: dragon steve mb

Of course, she wakes the dragon.

Other: dragon eddie mb

Love always wakes the dragon.

August

Blurb: pornstar eddie (351 words)

and yeah, he may have been up since 4 a.m. that day and a little surly upon arrival. but by the time the scene wraps, he can’t wipe the smile from his face or stop the spring in his step. bts porn, feat. smug eddie

Oneshot: answer July— ah, said July— (4.7k words)

The soft pad of your index finger trails down the scar of his jaw, lingering there as you smile, a little different from before. Softer, somehow. As if it’s just for him. Summersong Request-athon for "July, July!" from Meg; eddie x reader.

Series: in the woods somewhere - bisclavret (5.8k words)

and here he thought he’d hit the bricks when it came to library visits. werewolf fic.

wouldn't know where to start (1k words)

It was nearing sundown as he drove into the small town. Soft summer winds blew through the wheat fields, bending the golden stalks as if it were an ocean of glimmering sunlight. storm chaser steve.

September

Blurb: river for your spring mouth (1.2k words)

He could’ve passed for human if not for his sublime beauty and skin speckled with starfall. dragon eddie & "Starwatcher" for Summersong Request-athon.

Oneshot: buried the bright edge deep (3.2k words)

Dustin, decidedly, is not faring well. Summersong Request-athon for "Burial Ground" from Somna; eddie-centric.

Series: summer soldier, sunshine patriot from aim low, aim true (wip, on-going)

every war story is a love story, but never in the way you’d expect. WWII AU; e.m. x reader/oc & s.h. x reader/oc

October

Blurb: nada

Oneshot: zip

Series: zilch

November

Blurb: never quite as it seems (?k words)

Oneshot: vena amoris (2.5k words)

“Ritchie Rich,” You’d said with a smile, “Voting solely for your interests or ready to join the proletariat with the rest of us?” Trust fund college era s.h.

Series: whatever's still to come - i. (1.7k words)

piercing like a golden arrow, laving like a tongue. Past lives, reincarnation AU.

Series: give you my wild (1.1k words, as of writing)

Richard Thomas Harrington didn’t hold much stock in the trivialities of faith— prayer, destiny, whatever you call it, and they did not deter him along life’s path. Kid fic, past s.h. x oc Sloane Schuyler

December:

Blurb: mechanic eddie (?k words)

something about eddie working the air pressure line at the mechanic’s shop during the first cold snap of the year. Meet cute

Oneshot: all is calm (1.6k words)

the first time, it was an accident. the second time? a coincidence. but the third time… well, unfortunately it’s a habit. s.h. x reader, FWB holiday edition

Series: choicless hope in grief - I. Kairos (4k words, as of writing)

someone has to tell the tale, even if it doesn’t turn out well. it’s one we already know: you will die. in fact, you’re already dead, have been since the beginning. but maybe, it’ll turn out different in the end. Mythological retelling, e.m. x reader, angst

Series: twice as many stars (?k words, as of writing)

Steve Harrington is man who has nothing but time. No, really. Leaving nothing except a vague note, his daughter slips into the past with only a familiar token for an anchor. His busted watch gives him a hint as to the when and where of it all, but does little to calm his nerves.

Or

In order to piece together the present, you have to rewrite the past. Time travel, fix-it, kid fic, Harrington reader

[characterdesigninspiration]

Do you have any advice/resources for character profile templates? I have ideas for several characters, I just don't know how to put it down on paper, or if I should but a full body reference or just a shoulders and up, or how much info should be there... Also, your blog's been super helpful! It's helped me with several design and development issues, so thank you!

First of all, glad you’re enjoying the blog!

As far as how to create a character profile/reference, there aren’t exactly any hard and fast rules, unless we get into specific stuff like model sheets for animation. The most important thing to keep in mind is what info will be helpful for you and your intended use for the character and their ref. Some pretty “standard” or at least common elements that you’ll find in a lot of character refs include:

At least one full body drawing in the character’s typical outfit

At least one portrait/shoulder-up view, and often a few more to show additional expressions, angles, etc. that convey some personality traits

Close-ups of significant details that might get lost or covered up on the full-body design - for example, a piece of jewelry, a tattoo, special embroidery on clothes, etc.

And here are some extra things that might not be needed on every character ref, but could be useful depending on your character and needs:

Stand-alone drawings of items that are significant to the character but might not always be physically worn by or attached to them— stuff like a weapon, instrument, mobility aid, animal companion, etc.

Details showing any sort of “state change” your character might display— things like eyes or markings that glow while doing magic, supernatural features that they hide part of the time, etc.

A bit of text with info like their name, age, height, or any other quick details that can’t be specifically conveyed through the drawings alone. Try not to go too overboard with text though, just stick to a few key things!

If the character usually wears a large coat/cloak/other outerwear that obscures a lot of their form and other clothes, it can be helpful to have a drawing of what they wear under that

Gesture/motion examples— especially if a specific type of motion is important to their story, for example a ballet dancer or martial artist, or if they’re a nonhuman character who moves in a unique way, like a werewolf who sometimes runs on all fours or a vampire who can crawl on ceilings

If they’re a nonhuman character who’s significantly taller or smaller than the typical human range, it can be helpful to include a scale reference. It doesn’t have to be super detailed, just like a simple silhouette of the character next to an average-height human

Swatches of the main colors of their palette, which are especially useful if you’re doing something like a comic where you’ll need to draw them frequently and consistently

Various hairstyles if that’s something they change up frequently

Full-body and/or portrait turnarounds to show different angles of the design— this might not be necessary for everyone, but if you’re designing a character that you’ll eventually use in something like comics or animation where they’re going to be seen from pretty much every angle, it can be helpful to think about this from the start

Again, there aren’t really any rules about this, so just think about what’ll be helpful to you! A good ref will give someone who’s never seen your character before an immediate impression of them, so try to pick things to focus on that succinctly convey their personality, story, and most unique aspects. A simple reference that showcases a few well-chosen elements will always be better than one that tries to jam-pack a bunch of irrelevant details onto the page.

If you’re doing your very first character ref and have absolutely no idea where to start, try drawing the three “standard” suggestions above and then adding one or two of the “extra” ideas that sound relevant to your character. That should give you a good starting point so you can get some practice putting together a ref. As you make more, you’ll get more comfortable and confident with picking out the elements that are most useful and relevant for you and any given character you come up with!

I hope at least some of these ideas are helpful!! If anyone else has any other suggestions, feel free to add on in comments or reblogs.

[sensei-venus]

Moonlight (1/?) (Alpha Werewolves! OG Cobra Gang/Chubby!Omega Werewolf!Reader

(Unedited) (Adding tw and tags later, I'm tired )

“What the fuck am I doing out here... I should have never agreed to do this stupid bet with those girls. Now I'm stuck in the middle of these dark woods, in the middle of the night all by myself. I'm so stupid!” I whisper to myself.

I should have never that bet with those girls from school. I just wanted to fit in with the new crowd but this wasn't the best idea looking back on it. I should have just played a round of truth or dare it something. Right now I would rather be at home in my nice warm bed knowing I took a L by not doing this stupid bet. But I was oh so stupid, laughing it off when they bet me to come out to these “haunted woods” in the middle of the night to show off.

Ali tried to be nice and told me not to go, that this was just a little hazing thing they did to everyone. Well to all the girls who wanted to join their little group. I brushed her off and announced that I would go, that it wasn't that big of a deal and that I could easily pass the test they where throwing at me. She was a little off put but let me go on my way.

Now I was really wishing I had taken her advice and just said no.

The woods were dark with the only exception being the bright moon above the trees. The bright light of the full moon seeped in from over the treetops and trickled onto the ground below. The sound of owls and birds in the trees, ruffling the beaches and leaves. Random animals and bugs chipping and moving around.

The only sounds are the occasional sound of animals going about their nocturnal business and the sound of my feet.

“Where is this stupid rest stop at? The girl said that it should be a mile or so out in the wood but I haven't seen any sign of it. Please tell me I haven't been going around in circles..” I groan to myself as I walk faster. Hoping I could find this stupid rest stop and go back to my car. The girls said that there should be a little shelf thing at the rest stop that has pamphlets on the area. I just had to bring one back to prove I actually went out to the woods.

“Shit...I think I'm actually off the path, maybe I went too far. I have no idea how long I have actually been out here for.” my voice is filled with worry this time as I try to do a one-eighty on where I'm at. I only won't off the path for a minute, I can't be that to far away. I walked faster through the trees, the sound of snapping twigs filling the air as I crushed them with my sneakers. If I could just find the path I should be just fine. That's what I tell myself as I walk deeper into the woods. After a little while I find myself out of the brush of the woods and in a more clear space, a small clearing of just a few feet. Sighing I look around to see if I can find the path again.

Squinting I see something in the distance, something large like a building. Maybe a cabin? But who builds a cabin out in the woods like these, I thought the place was owned by the state. I decided to walk closer I find that I was right, it is a cabin. It's small, maybe a one-bedroom type thing. It looks old and abandoned as the wood is peeling and hunks are missing from around the edging. The thing definitely had better days with the way it was falling apart. Getting closer I can see in the moonlight that it's falling apart, all around it is scratched up. Eyes wide at the claw marks of some kind of animal dug into the wood.

I circle around the building hoping to find something that might tell me how far I am from the entrance of the woods, maybe where some of the trails are so I could find my way back to the entrance. There is nothing that might suggest that it belongs to the park. My hope is slowly starting to fade by the second.

As I round the front of the cabin I find something strange, at least in my opinion. Next to the barely still hanging door is a metal plaque. It's covered in dirt and grime but I grip the end of my shirt and use it to rub the filth off. Once clean I can see it a bit better.

My blood runs cold as I read the words our loud.

“Warning Werewolves”

That had to be a sick joke some other teens pulled right? Put a stupid sign on a old ass cabin in the woods to scare people. They probably use the cabin as a hidout. Get drunk in the goss-ass cabin, maybe get high and have sex or something. Yeah, that's it right? Werewolves aren't really. Only weird ass conspiracy theorists and those supernatural wack jobs think they are real at this point, and little kids on Halloween. I snort as I shake my head at the sign.

It's almost as if someone knew I was thinking that because a second later I hear the loud howl of what is probably a wolf nearby.

My heart sinks at the sound and I can feel myself start to sweat a bit. Palms starting to get clammy  and my breathing picking up. My chest started to feel tight as I whipped around to look back at the open field. There was nothing there but those loud screaming howls were close and I knew it. I had to get the hell out of these woods now. Looking around one more time I bolted away from the cabin and back the way I came. I tried my best to run and not fall over any of the objects on the floor of the woods. Dodging branches and piles of leaves, trying not to trip over the occasional vine. My chest heaved as I ran as fast as I could, the cold air doing little to keep me cool.

All I could hear now was my own hear beat.

Then the sound of howls getting closer and closer to me.

Please I don't want to die to wolves!

I don't know how long I ran but the whole time I swear I could hear them. The wolves. Drawing closer and closer to me as I run. I can hear their paws hit the ground and crunching leaves. There has to be a few of them, I can hear them grunting and howling at different moments. It's like my brain is on autopilot, I just have to get away from them. Get to my car and leave! Just get as far as I can from here, forget the stupid bet I just want to live.

Being ripped apart by wolves was not on my list of ways to die.

I don't know what direction I was running I just hoped it was the right one at this point. I was getting tired and weak and I could only guess I had been running for a good few minutes. My chest was tight, but not from just anxiety and fear, but now severe exhaustion. My legs grew weaker by the minute. My tank was running on empty now.

My eyes lit up in hope as I gazed upon the glistening hood of my car. The moonlight bounced off of it just perfectly. In some kind of dumb luck I had made it back to where I had parked my car. As quickly as possible I run towards my car, making it out of the perimeter of the looming tree and onto the side of the road. Feeling around all of my pockets I found my keys. I couldn't hear the wolves anymore I wondered for only a moment if I had gotten out of their territory. Maybe I was far enough away that they no longer felt the need to chase me. My keys jingled in my hands as I pried open my car door and hopped in. Getting into the driver's seat I slammed the car door behind me and hurried to shove the key into the ignition.

With the flick of my wrist the car started at once and I hit the gas. I speed away from the woods and onto the road in seconds.

For a moment I was scared to look back but I did, I could make out the almost eerie glowing five pairs of eyes that watched my car leave.

That following Monday I went straight to the girls as soon as I got out of my car. That morning I threw all of my stuff in my backpack, leaving one lone text book for me to carry. It was gripped snugly to my side as I made my way through the small crowd of people in the hallways. I moved through them trying my best not to bump anyone along my way. I found the group of girls surrounding Ali’s locker chatting about something. I don't really care as I stormed up to them.

“You guys didn't warn me about the wolves!?!” I hissed at them. Some of them just giggled while Ali frowned and Susan rolled her eyes.

“Well duh, it's the woods what did you think was out there? They would probably feed off of you for days,” she says in a sarcastic voice followed by a high-pitched laugh. Ali is quick to shush her with an elbow to the side making her yelp and rub her stomach. She looked away and off in the other direction of me. Ali was quick to say “I'm sorry we should have told you but it did slip my mind. The wolves only come out during the full moon out there. I completely for there was one that was supposed to happen yesterday. I'm really sorry Reader.” her voice sounds genuine. She folds her arms up and looks a bit sad at my reaction.

“It's ok...but they definitely were out last night and they did chase me to my car. I didn’t get the stupid pamphlet. They chased me all the way back tothe edge of the woods. Luckily they stopped once I got in my car, but I'm telling you it was weird.”

Susan looked back at me with wide eyes just like Ali was.

“It's weird enough that they where chasing you in the first place. What could be weirder then that?” she says.

“When I looked back at the woods while I was driving away... I swear I saw them watching me leave. What was even freakier, I swear their eyes were glowing. My stomach is already getting all twisted just trying to remember the way they were long at me.” I shiver at the mental image. Their eyes burned into my mind forever.

Ali looked at Susan for a moment saying “I don't think we should make girls go out there anymore. It was all a big joke but of they are trying to go after people now we can't let people go out there. Reader that is the first time they have every tried to attack anyone. You have to believe us, we didn't know they would come for you.”

“Yeah usually they just make a lot of noise and scare the girls off when they go out there. They have never tried to attack anyone.” Susan says, some of the other girls nod from experience. I could only nod, as long as they didn't send anyone else out there I was happy.

“We should put this behind us. Reader your ok, let's just get to class...” Ali says trying to change the topic. Everyone nods and starts to split off to go to their own classes. Luckily I had Ali in my first period along with Susan so we could head off to class together. The two of them started to talk about something but I slowly started to tone them out as we walked. I walked next to them in silence as we made out way down the hall together.

I couldn't shake this weird feeling that started to bubble up inside me.

As much as I never wanted to go back to those sickly creepy woods. Terror would fill me as I even think about going back there. I can't get over this new feeling that eats at the back of my mind. My heart pounding in my chest.

Something tells me to go back, it pulls at me.

Dutch absolutely destroys the toothpick he's been chewing on for the last two minutes, spiting it out on the ground.

“Dude don't do that shot next to my bike, I don't want your nasty ass spit on my new paint job.” Johnny almost barks out. He rolls his eyes as he pulls out a new toothpick. Stuffing it between his lips and chewing on it again. His mind is in a whole different world. Johnny finishes dusting off his bike before standing up again. The other boys are crowded around him and his bike in the school parking lot.

“So are we just going to ignore what happened on Sunday or...” Tommy say with no hesitation. Jimmy and Bobby nod as they look to their leader. Dutch also quirks a brow at the blond. He looks at them before huffing and saying “So there was a omega out in the woods who ran off from us. So what?”

“Well that's never happened before.”

“She smelled fresh, unmatted.”

“Why would she come to the woods and then just run away? Those woods are literally known as the biggest wolf playground in this side of the valley. Why come and then just bolt without having any fun~” Dutch wiggles his eyebrows and gets a slap to the chest from Bobby who is definitely not amusement. Of course Dutch has to have his own in the gutter.

Johnny rolls his eyes “You guys are acting like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I can't read her mind on why she ran away from us. Mayshe just wasn't interested. I'm pretty sure she didn't even try to transform before getting away. Am I kinda pissed? Yeah. But it's what ever I guess.”

“She smelled really good...like REALLY good,” Bobby says embarrassed, his cheeks flushing pink as he thinks about it. Trying his best to remember exactly how warm and sweet the omega smelled last night. Her scent was all over the woods.

“But it was kinda light... Maybe, maybe she doesn't know how to transition yet?” Tommy exclaimed. “Maybe she was embarrassed because she couldn't fully transform yet so when she heard us and then saw us she got embarrassed and freaked out. She ran off because she didn't want us to see her, like you know, naked at stuff just yet.”

Jimmy scratches at his chin as he thinks about it, for once Tommy made a good point. Most of the time he had scatter brained ideas that never come out too much. But for once one of his ideas actually made some sense.

“He might be right her scent was super light even for being in the full moon. Maybe she just hit her werewolf puberty and downs know how to transform yet.”

“But shouldn't her parents or family members have shown net how to transition and then transform of thats the case.”

“Well I mean some people don't have that privilege. Maybe she doesn't have anyone to show her how to. It's possible that she was out there last night to try and practice? Perhaps she didn’t think about there being other wolves out. Just saying.“ Jimmy shrugged. There was a long pause as they all thought the new explanation over in their heads. It did make a lot of sense when they really gave it a good thought.

Dutch picked himself up off the ground and dusted his wants off before grunting out “So what we just wait for her to come back to the woods during the next full moon?” he honestly didn't want to wait that long. He wanted to find the omega now and find out why she really took off. He wanted to track her down and find out the real truth.

Bobby hummed picking at the strap of his bag “I mean what else are we supposed to do? It's not like we can really go out and track her down. We didn't even know who she is or where she came from. She could be from the other side of town for all we know.” The other boys nodded which was Dutch growing under his breath. Johnny chimes in “Listen, we just wait and see if she comes back that's all we can really do at this point.“ his voice was gruff, his inner alphas itching to get out and find the omega himself.

But they wheere a pack, a package deal to anyone who was interested in getting with any of them.

Sadly they learned that the hard way when Johnny started dating Ali a year or two back. The pulling and tugging between the two parties was unbearable. The boys wanted Johnny while at the same time so did Ali. It was a never-ending battle between all of them. The two of them breaking up was for the best in the end as the boys were not willing go let the blond alpha go. Lucky for them Ali never suspected the five being in a relationship.

Ali also wasn't a werewolf like them which ultimately left a huge gap in the idea of them being in a permanent relationship.

She would never understand where he stood as a pack leader to four other alphas, along with each being in an intimate relationship with all of them. He couldn't exactly tell her he was a werewolf, it's forbidden to tell humans about their existence. All of them know that if they were ever to settle down with someone, it would have to be an omega. It would be a long shot to find one. The west side of California was a ghost town for werewolves these days as most headed east. Most of the werewolves in the valley where loners, wolves without a pack who did their own thing and tried to stay away from other werewolves in the area. The only real place to go during the full moon was the woods.

��Let's just head in already. This talk of the mysterious omega is bumming me out right now. I don't want to think about it anymore.” Bobby says with a small frown. Bobby was the more sensitive alpha of the group and the others knew it. As much as the others wanted to play of the feeling of being indirectly rejected by the mystery omega, they knew Bobby felt the worse out of all of them.

They could go on and on explaining to him that he didn't do anything wrong to chase the omega off but it would be like talking to a brink wall. He was still going to feel like shit afterwards.

With a little grumbling they all grabbed their stuff and headed into the school.

They were halfway to class when they smelled it. Johnny was the first as he did little to hide the fact that he sniffed the air. They all stopped in their tracks as they watched him. Dutch and Tommy were second to catch on and follow suit. Bobby and Jimmy could only watch for a minute or two before copying the other alphas. All of them did their best to sniff out whatever the first two alphas were smelling. Humans had their own scent that was nothing like werewolves, nothing special. They could smell another alpha a mile away, an omega even quicker.

Dutch's mouth started to water at the sweet scent that filled his nose.

“Fuck that's nice.”

“It's just as sweet as in the woods.”

“It's still super light but it is definitely there. She's not doing a good job of hiding it at all.”

“Why didn't we smell her before? Has she really been here the whole time without us knowing?”

“New plan boys, we track her down today. She is definitely somewhere in this school and we just have to find her.”

[dying-acc-idk-man]

Okay it's me, the "au masterpost" anon. Copy and pasting cause the info on google docs and connected to my personal email so uhh here it is:

- Characters -

Scar: avid adventurer. looking for Grian, one of the most well-known and mysterious adventurers who just… retired one day. wants to get advice about adventuring and combat. does not know Grian is flower folk.

Grian: runs a flower shop, used to be a formidable adventurer (see further notes below). has a minor rivalry with a gardening store across the street. Collabs with the coffee shop for limited drinks

Mumbo: grian's coworker who's very entertained by the scar antics and occasionally teases him about it. often seen with a broom and dustpan as grian “sheds” so much 

Bdubs: runs a coffee shop, mainly works as a barista rather than a manager as he’s short staffed. knows all the great gossip in town although he rarely gossips himself. dislikes Scar as he holds up the line when venting about his crush on the flower boy. Collabs with the flower shop for limited drinks.

Cub: Scar’s traveling buddy, was the one who found out what town Grian retired to.

Pearl: a witch who runs a crystal/herb shop. nobody knows where she came from. one day her shop was just there. nobody questioned it.

Cleo: runs a small pawn/thrift shop with Joe. was a pirate before she drowned. Joe brought her back against both their wills and now she’s his problem

Joe: former sorcerer who quit after he was forced to resurrect a dead pirate so some people could question her. the two ran away and now run a small pawn/thrift shop together

Doc: runs a small gardening/produce shop across the street from Grian. also a retired adventurer, lost his arm and half his face after winning a duel he was supposed to lose.

Ren: works at the gardening/produce shop. werewolf, just becomes a big dog when he turns.

Impulse: helps run the village inn when he’s not trying to keep his cousins out of trouble. dwarf who's the go-to when it comes to knowledge about different species of people. usually busy running the front desk and does all the heavy lifting.

Zedaph (satyr) & Tango (fireborn): Impulse’s cousins. help around the inn occasionally, but are often on long adventures out of town

Gem: satyr who owns the village inn. Zedaph’s sister and Impulse’s cousin. usually busy with housekeeping.

- Grian flower notes -

When sick: flowers closed off and in a budding state/wilted

When scared: thorns starts to surround and wrap around him- does hurt

When flustered/happy: large growths of red flowers that tend to fall off easily

When upset: blue flowers grow when sad, small violet clusters when anxious, and large orange flowers when angry

Additional skills before retirement: plants helped him sense others around (it only works when he’s in like an area where plants are naturally made like forests and such), his flowers would also attract his victims and prey, from how pretty they are, leaving a trail, or even the smell (same smell every time).

Ideal date: walk around in places with pretty structures or land

Weakness: fire

- Event notes -

Flower crowns

Scar injuring himself to get rare flowers

Scar vents to Bdubs, Grian vents to Bdubs, Bdubs sits back and enjoys the show

Scar learns the backstories of some of the village folk

Cub, Bdubs, and Mumbo make a “these two are super clueless and keep venting to us” club. Cub is the only chill one there.

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(Essentially, scar and cub would stay in the inn, and through a series of events Scar would learn about the the shopfolk and a not-so-slow burn romance would happen between him and Grian (the slow burn is becuase they take so long to actually confess)

will I ever get the motivation to write this? i have no clue. am i gonna share it anyways? yes. yes i am.

Also 90% of this stuff I actually got combing through the au tag so props to the other askers who helped this au actually happen

AAAAAA WOW YOU GOT MAJORITY OF IT YEAH AND I LIKE THE ONES YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR THE OTHERS HAAAHHA

i should make a full masterpost too at this point but I'll have to link it to my pinned post currently, unless im insane enough to make a separate blog of it (which i most likely wont because im too stupid to fully come up w a lot of things //slap, unless you guys rly want AHAHA)

though this is rad yes thank you my small brain wouldn't comprehend

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 162 - Alpha

Read the rest here!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Fear makes the heart grow louder. And death makes the heart grow flowers. Welcome to Night Vale.

This episode tells the story of a citizen called Amelia Anna Alfaro.

Amelia hit all of her milestones incredibly early, having already mastered a second language, engineering and software creation by age 10.

Her mother, Yvette, signs her up for any kind of class she can in hopes that Amelia will be so smart she won't hit the glass ceiling like Yvette herself. Everything Amelia takes on she is great at because everything is easy for her. This includes; every class she takes at college as a teen, martial arts, sharpshooting, writing (including in German), the piano, bird husbandry and Academic decathlon.

Amelia is however plagued by the voices she hears, dozens of them, never talking to her but talking and talking nonetheless. The only thing which soothes them is doing some kind of logic puzzle, which Yvette hates and insists she does something else when caught doing puzzles. She tries therapy and medication but these do not help.

She graduates valedictorian at age 19 from 'State' (she got accepted other places including the University of What It Is but chose to go to State to stay close to home) and became an air traffic controller.

She held this job for 20 years, gaining fame within it's community. She chose this job because doing it made the voices go quiet.

On June 15th, 2012, Delta Flight 18713 appears briefly on the radar, with a voice apparently saying Alpha and then it is gone. Amelia's voices all return but this time she starts trying to talk back (there is no response) even though this causes a negative reaction from those around her.

One day she hears that same voice say 'Alpha' again except this time she is sure it says 'Alfaro'. She then realises that this is the captain of the flight and the other voices are the passengers and they've been trying to find her all of her life. She has a brief conversation with the captain, who insists he is 'No Where' as if it is a place. She packs up all of her things and leaves, never to be seen again, but Cecil is sure she is trying to find the plane and that if anyone can it will be her.

Weather: “Skinchanger” by Skeptic

Steve Carlsberg also went to 'State'.

Amelia's first novel (written at age 12) was called "A Golden Age for Parachuting," in which an all-Jewish female parachute team wins Olympic Gold in 1936 Berlin, in front of Adolph Hitler. The German novel is about Magical Baseball Players called "One Last Swing for the Tuesday Boys/Dienstagsjungen".

The classes she took were; English 113: Sonnets are for Lovers, Structural Engineering 212: 'Buttress' is a Funny Word, and Meteorology 301: Clouds, Y'all. Am I right? - and she got all A's.

Stay tuned next for our new investment advice show "Billionaire Roulette." And as always, good night, Night Vale. Good night.

PROVERB: Love means never having to say you're a werewolf.

[kdinjenzen]

I hope this comes across the right way, but when you're saying to send asks on anything, wheres the limit on that? Especially with like the collar stuff, the werewolf things and the horni jokes are you trying to encourage horni asks? I've seen other users post similar things and then say they're disappointed if they don't get ie kinky anons but idk how universal that view is, and want to check I've not misread the situation before sending anything

So before I go into a long winded talk about everything here’s the TLDR:

You can send me whatever, and if something touches or passes a line I’m comfy with (in any way) I will just delete it and move on. I’m an adult, I have my firm boundaries, and I do my best to enforce them in a way that keeps my space safe for me and others.

I answer a variety of asks from “do you like soda?” to “do you have HRT advice?” to “DAMN YOU GOT BIG TIBBIES!” - and depending on the ask itself I treat it with the level of seriousness that the asker puts into it. So it all varies.

Also I make silly posts that are silly, I originally just called my Twitch “Dears & Darlings” but they all went “AND DEGENERATES” - so it became a thing which I think is pretty darn hilarious. XD

Hopefully that all makes sense?

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..

.

Now here’s a much longer explanation:

Currently I have about 250 messages in my inbox, about a hundred or so of those (currently) are people wanting me to assign them a fursona.

So let’s say there’s around 150-ish (give or take) that I haven’t gotten around to answering yet. These 150 messages will (likely) get answered - though some are older and my anxiety riddled brain says “oh no, you took too long to answer, that’s bad” and I’ll probably delete it in hopes the person will ask again.

Of the countless messages in my inbox very few have ever “passed my limits” - and the messages that do pass my limits just get deleted and I don’t really pay them any mind.

Now that doesn’t mean just “generally being horny at me” it can be anything from “something I’m not comfortable personally talking about” to “something that is quite obviously drama bait”.

I’m a pretty open book, but I also ensure I have firm boundaries because I don’t really like the idea of a parasocial relationship that turns into dependency on the part of people looking toward me for validation or as “someone important” - I’m just a person, and I respond well to people who acknowledge that at the end of the day they’re a person and so am I and we all have lives and worries and concerns.

So if someone sends me a horny ask sure I don’t care, but also it’s kinda “whatever” to me, I find it amusing more than anything else.

But if someone is intentionally getting creepy or pushing a line/boundary or something, I’ll just delete the ask and move on.

[innytoes]

Hehehe YouTuber au headcanons?

More Youtuber AU!

-So Carrie is clearly huge in the fashion and beauty and lifestyle spheres. She does brutally honest product reviews with stuff she buys herself (because fuck sponsorships that require you say nice things), makeovers for herself and Reggie into different styles, make-up tips and routines, and every now and then she goes all Rich Youtuber and surprises her subscribers with like, a shopping spree or buying poor kids their prom outfits or whatever.

-Reggie's favourite was the one where she got them both a full historically accurate Renaissance Faire get-up.

-Also of course Dirty Candi has its own channel and they do stuff for that too.

-Very few people link Carrie's cute hype-man and boyfriend Reggie to that video essay channel that goes really, really in depth into Star Wars lore and background details, mostly because he doesn't show his face on that one.

-Some people are like: hey isn't he that tiktok guy who films himself giving dogs at the park the most unhinged compliments. (Insert clip of Reggie telling a Pomeranian she could lead armies and help them win the skeleton war, while she wags and lets him pet her)

-Alex has a reaction channel where he does both shows and movies he's never seen/was never allowed to watch as a child, as well as like tiktok stories and memes. People like his snarky sense of humour. They also love whenever he does something horror, because he insists on watching it with his cute boyfriend, who is 100% not phased by anything and will be like: it's okay babe the werewolf is just tearing that guy apart. Remember, he deserved it, he was rude to that gas station attendant trying to warn them not to go into Werewolf Woods.

-Willie doesn't have a youtube but he does post sick skateboard tricks on tiktok.... sometimes in locations he Should Not Be.

-Flynn has a channel where she makes parody songs and raps. Julie and the guys are sometimes featured.

-They all live together in a big mansion and people are like: OMG IT'S ANOTHER YOUTUBE HYPE HOUSE and Carrie is like: um no, this is my fucking house and the others just live here because else it gets boring and also Reggie is like a sad puppy if he doesn't get to hang out with his friends at least an hour every day.

-Julie as a Sims Youtuber. She started playing a lot after her mom died because you can turn on the Sims and forget about everything and suddenly it's four hours later, and she needed that at the start to just get through the days. She's got a few long-running series that are very popular.

-Julie is the only one going to school because her Tía would murder her if she dropped out of college to become a youtuber. Ray promises her he'll be proud no matter what she does but also he doesn't really understand Youtube and how you can make a living with it. He's very happy to help film on bigger projects or give camera advice to everyone, though.

-Everyone has guest starred on Carlos' ghost hunter show and people keep wondering how the hell he knows all these famous youtubers because he's such a small channel.

-Luke is the guy who is like: COME ON GUYS YOUTUBE ISN'T A VALID CAREER WE NEED TO BE DISCOVERED AS A BAND THE OLD FASHIONED WAY. He's like a cryptid that pops up in the background of everyone's videos. There's special Youtube Compilations of him from across the different channels, and he HATES IT.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

One of these days I’ll be done answering asks. Anyway, @lavenderlevetan 1/3 of “twos not divisible by 3” ✨

2: talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

run away my beloathed. Changed plans in that fic so many times. The current defeat Vecna plan, without spoiling anything, was not my og plan when I started the fic

4: what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Technically run away but I am actually writing that, so I’ll lean into the low key abandoned but soon to be resurrected monster hunter Nancy au. I had read a few other monster hunter Nancy/werewolf Robin fics and was worried I couldn’t measure up. I think I also tried to do too much in one fic in my original plan, so I dropped it. It will undergo massive changes for sure. I think simpler is better for me in most cases

8: what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

I have a love/hate relationship with it. It HAS to be asked for. Genuinely is so helpful when I have someone beta who can point out weird wording and stuff, or give advice about different aspects. However, unwarranted comments on my fics that criticize the plot or whatever, those bother me more than they should. I think I overreact but it feels rude and tends to make me want to drop the fic for a bit and get self conscious about it. I will seek it out!! But I only want it if I ask for it lmao

10: at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

I honestly tend to do titles pretty early, and often will base vibes somewhat on the title! They’re easy for me because I love to use music lyrics. I’ll take some time to find the perfect song (and because of the range in my music taste, I’ve got something for everything), and then boom a quick look through lyrics and we’re titled

14: what’s your worst writing habit? 

Skipping around. I get bored and move on to the next scene. It becomes a lot harder to make everything flow in a way that makes sense when you have to stitch together pieces like Frankenstein

16: where is your favorite place to write?

My warm and cozy bed <333

20: what is your favorite trope to write?

Slow dancing, if that wasn’t obvious!! Also There Was Only One Bed 😏

22: describe your writing process from scratch to finish.

This has actually changed since I first started. If it’s an au, start with figuring out what roles each character is going to fill. Next (or starting here if not) I get a basic idea of the plot. I tend to kind of just fly by the seat of my pants after that, with a few notes on scenes I’d like to have. I do have two fics with actual outlines (cyberpunk and there in the garden!). Then I toss it all in a Google doc, edit round one, beta, edit round two, and post

26: do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

Series! I like a good slow burn. Also it’s what I tend to like to read. I like the way you have more chance to explore long term development of characters and relationships, and there’s often a richer, deeper plot, which I LOVE

28: handwritten notes or typed notes?

Typed. Carpal tunnel my beloathed. Also I hate pencils and can’t erase pen

32: do characters influence your writing style?

I think so! Maybe it’s just in my head, but I feel like my writing tends to be looser and more rambly with Robin, and more correct and introspective with Nancy. Again, that might just be how it feels in my head tho

34: how do you name characters and places?

Inspiration from real life and Fantasy Name Generators. I 100% will use names from towns I’ve seen, and I keep a running list in my phone of cool names I’ve heard and could use

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Here you go. Also, an interaction between another OC of mine! Adele!

Masterlist

Chapter 14

Norah was brought to the hospital wing following the duel, with Nurse Blainey particularly alarmed at the sight of her blood spattered form. The blouse that was once a starched white had turned red It took a simple counter curse and a few vials of wiggenweld to heal her and other spells to repair her slashed clothes and scars. The next thing she remembered, she was in the bed once again, and this time, Professor Hecat was standing by her.

"Are you doing well, Ms. Lee?" She asked.

"Yes, Professor," She nodded, feeling her face for any scars that the curse left.

"While I do appreciate a good duel for practice, I hardly think resorting to dangerous curses is the mark of a good duellist especially within the confines of the school," Professor Hecat explained. "By the looks of it, and from the testimonies of the students who watched, Mr. Carrow's intention was, well, anything but good. Frankly, and don't quote me on this, Mr. Carrow possibly wanted to kill you, or at the very least, injure you severely."

"I've handled him before. It's not the first time he's tried to disarm me," Norah said quietly. "The first time was in the common room, when I asked what he wanted since he kept calling me-"

"Mudblood," Professor Hecat finished. "Sadly, Mr. Carrow is not alone in that belief. Our very own headmaster is one with that same belief. Any warnings will fall on deaf ears because of that belief. I doubt he'll stop, however."

"People like him never do," Norah shook her head. She slowly sat up. "Unfortunately, he also happens to be under the same house as me."

Professor Hecat hummed in agreement. "That is also true. As I've expected from you, you've held your own, and didn't need to use any curse to respond. I'd give you some advice, but I know I can trust you to properly defend yourself, especially to a bully like Mr. Carrow."

Norah watched her walk off, giving a wave to Nurse Blainey, who gave her some more wiggenweld potion to make sure she was completely alright. "For brutes like Mr. Carrow, he'd have used an Unforgivable on you if he could," Nurse Blainey scoffed, shaking her head.

"Thank you, Nurse Blainey," Norah drank the potion, feeling a little more energized.

"No trouble, no trouble at all. If Mr. Carrow knows what's good for him, he'd keep away from the curses otherwise it's Azkaban for him," She said. "Good on you for keeping your ground, his track record is no match for yours."

It reminded Norah of what Nerida and Imelda told her about Nicholas. She smoothed out her outfit before leaving, unsure whether she wanted to see anyone or return to the Room of Requirement, or even the map chamber. But there was one other place she knew to go to, one that wasn't frequented by a lot of students, a place that she could ironically be alone.

Taking several passages later, keen on not showing herself to Sebastian, Ominis, Amit, or even Natty and Poppy, she went to the Bell Tower, down the passage to the north dungeons, where the concrete dragon was. Just before going down the stairs, she entered the secret door that led to the room she thought of going.

The werewolf displays, including the werewolf saga tapestries on the walls.

Since the start of the term, Norah found herself wanting to be alone more often. There was a kind of shame that came over her, after simply going through the motions of everyday life in Hogwarts. This was despite presenting a rather unbothered disposition. Now everyone knew her family background, everyone saw her fall from a duel, even if she was taken aback by the curse Nicholas cast on her, and she still couldn't forget the boggart incident.

No one even showed up at the hospital wing when she was brought there after the duel earlier. It was probably to be expected, she thought, as she sat down in front of the tapestries, observing every detail of the story. The witch was bitten by a werewolf, and tried to run away to protect her son.

Norah eventually settled on the possibility that she probably, unknowingly, skipped a class today, which would explain for them not coming to see her. She spent another moment in the secret room before eventually leaving, an idea forming in her head, something she nearly forgot.

Harlow. The loyalist mines. What she remembered the ashwinders and poachers talking about in Horklump Hollow. She needed to see for herself what he might be up to. As it was still a weekday, Norah made her plans to travel to the Overlook mine once again, to see if anything restarted in recent months.

She was about to go down the stairs, down the path to the map chamber, when she saw the Gryffindor Adele Kang, one of the chasers of their house team. From what Norah knew about her, she was the younger sister of Alexandra Kang, a keeper for the Montrose Magpies. Imelda saw her as a rival.

"Did you just come from in there?" She asked curiously.

Norah glanced at the "door" behind her. "Yeah. I was looking at some interesting tapestries. The werewolf displays are inside if you're curious" She gestured to the passage.

Adele just grinned. "I might just later, kind of like a dare after-hours," She said. "Well, you've cleaned yourself up. Just not too long ago, everyone could've sworn you were a Gryffindor instead of Slytherin with how red your face and clothes have gotten."

"Oh," Norah chuckled. "I'm alright now. Nothing some wiggenweld couldn't fix."

"Glad to hear it," Adele nodded. "That bastard Carrow's got some nerve to cast sectumsempra on you, it's almost like he wanted to kill you!"

Norah shook his head. "He's had plenty of chances to try, he just wanted to show off."

Adele chuckled. "Oh yeah he definitely wanted to, since winning Crossed Wands. Well, he's an easy target, don't you think? At least ashwinders and poachers posed a challenge, if those rumors were true. If I were you, I'd have just treated him like a dark mongrel, and even I know those seem easy to subdue, much less kill."

Norah just smiled, unsure whether to reveal her own experience in defeating those creatures. "So, practicing today for the season?" She asked.

Adele tapped her broomstick. "Yeah! This season should be fun. But I am surprised you're not playing for Slytherin house, I would've thought the person who bested Imelda and her time trials would have a spot on the team."

"Oh she asked me, kept asking to be honest, but NEWTs are already doing my head in," Norah replied with a shake of her head. "Besides, I couldn't be the only one who can beat Imelda."

Adele raised a brow. "I'm just gonna think that you haven't been in Hogwarts long enough. Imelda's one of the best fliers in the school. In fact, she beat my times during third year. Not that I was sore about it, of course. I already know my sister's just waiting for me to try out for the Magpies."

"That must be nice, having someone in your family play quidditch professionally. My father talks a lot about the Magpies, they're his favorite team aside from Puddlemere United," Norah recalled, smiling at the memory while also being impressed.

Adele looked proud. "That's great. I could send you a signed poster if you like. I need only write to my sister for it and she'll happily give some to a fan."

"That would be brilliant," Norah nodded. "Thank you, Adele."

"You're welcome!" Adele said, before walking off, following some students into the Alchemy classroom.

Norah went to the nearest floo flame, thinking that she should probably head to that mine at once. She looked around, wondering if anyone was nearby. "The Overlook Mine," She muttered, and suddenly felt someone grab her arm as they vanished.

~

It was when Norah reappeared in the floo flame close to the mine that she realized who it was. It was Ominis, who immediately straightened himself up, wand already outstretched and its tip glowing red. "Norah," He said, with a little clear of this throat. "Why are you going here?"

"Ominis?" She stared at him. Although he looked a little different, noticing the little bandaid over his cheek. "Did you get into a fight?"

"I-" Ominis wasn't sure whether to say it. Not long after she was cursed with sectumsempra, a commotion ensued even as Professor Hecat issued a punishment to Nicholas Carrow. He felt his blood boiling then, consumed with rage over what the fifth year had done to Norah. While he tried to knock out some of Nicholas' friends, he suffered some injuries of his own. But it wasn't just him. Garreth had also broken free from Amit and Leander to try and attack Nicholas with a few punches to his face because blood status be damned, it was clear to them that Nicholas would do anything to hurt Norah badly.

Ominis was quick to exploit his familial connections to Professor Black, telling him that it was a simple duel, and that Nicholas brought it on himself. Professor Black seemed convinced by his explanation and decided not to impose anything else. He was also prepared to hold true to his threat to Nicholas, that he would gladly frame him for something if it meant he would stop coming after muggle-borns and those who weren't purebloods.

But before Ominis could say anything, Norah gently touched the corner of his mouth, which got just as busted from a punch thrown by Nicholas. "You're hurt," She said softly. "Did you got to the hospital wing at least?"

Ominis shook his head. He swore the spot where she touched him was warm. "I don't think it'll be any good. They're all there. Everyone has been looking for you when they saw you weren't there," He said.

"Oh, that's strange, no one else was around when I regained consciousness," Norah said. A part of her wanted to keep looking over at his wounds, see if he was really okay. Her fingertips lingered for a moment, Norah fighting the urge to touch his cheek. She swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in her throat. "Did you-did you fight someone?"

Ominis placed his hand over hers that was on his cheek, his fingers slowly closing over hers. Should I not fight the one that nearly tried to kill the woman I love? He thought. "It wasn't just me," He looked down, almost embarrassed about what he did. "Forgive me, Norah, I wanted to hold true to my threat to Carrow, I shouldn't worry you like this."

Norah stared at their hands, her heart racing. It was the first time Ominis ever held her hand, in this way. Since she realized her feelings for him in fifth year, Norah found herself observing him more often. She didn't want to overwhelm him with her feelings, and tried to keep her distance, only to realize how hard it was to do so, even if the object of her affection, that was standing in front of her, was visually impaired. "Ominis Gaunt, would punch someone even if he's at a disadvantage," She said quietly. "That's very bold of you."

Ominis swallowed, wanting nothing more but to keep holding her hand. "I-Thank you," He said, internally groaning as he let her hand go, his own hand falling to his side. He cleared his throat again. "What are you doing here for?"

Norah pulled her hand away as well. "I wanted to get back to investigating Harlow. I have a feeling he'd be seeking out all the drills and things that the loyalists left behind. We overheard the poachers and ashwinders say Harlow plans on rebuilding the enterprise, perhaps come after the repository of power again," She explained. "I'm not sure if Harlow will succeed in getting to the repository, but if he's going to try and rebuild the empire he once built with Rookwood, he might resort to something dangerous."

The blonde nodded in understanding. "I trust you, if Harlow seems up to something, it is best we put a stop to him. I just hope we don't regret any of this," He said.

Norah looked at him curiously. "Really? That's all you'll say? You're a lot more cautious than I am, Ominis."

"You know I won't be able to stop you even if I could," Ominis said, almost defeated in the way he said it. "I just don't want you to go at this alone. Even something like this. And besides, I have a supply of wiggenweld potions with me from if anything happens."

The moment was met with levity as Norah chuckled. "Alright, the Overlook mine, here we come."

The two of them treaded down the path that led to the entrances of the mine. It wasn't surprising that the loyalist camps remained, abandoned, some of which had been overrun by nature. Some of the nearest tents were already covered in Devil's Snare. "Sebastian told me you two went in here last year," He said as they entered the cavernous mine.

"Yeah, we found the pieces of the triptych in the Undercroft. Who would've thought a fifth Keeper used the place," Norah muttered as they carefully looked around, staying alert in case they saw a sign of Harlow's lot. "I wouldn't be surprised if this entire mine is overrun by spiders too, so dead ashwinders, dead poachers, and dead spiders are what we can expect in here."

"Are some of those you've killed?" Ominis attempted to tease.

"Very funny, Ominis," Norah had one gloved hand in her satchel, ready to hurl a chomping cabbage or venomous tentacula in case a spider was near. "You'd do the same if you were in my place...but then I'm not a Gaunt."

Ominis frowned and shook his head as he tried to stay close to her. He swore he could get a whiff of her perfume. "Well, I'd say they should have a reason to be terrified."

"Oh they will be, they'll be more terrified of you than you are of them," Norah said, making her way through the mines, making sure to tell Ominis to jump over the small gaps. "Hold on to me," She whispered, a yelp escaping him as they slid down a slope that she remembered that led her and Sebastian to deal with another set of loyalists, as if the loyalists in the two encampments leading to the mine weren't enough.

The room they landed in was considerably, yet unsurprisingly, littered with the skeletons of loyalists and spiders. But this time, the only change was that there were more crates, crates that included explosive barrels. "I have a feeling there are others in here," Ominis whispered.

He had spoken too soon when a few Ashwinders apparated in front of them, surrounding them. "Fuck," She muttered, non-verbally casting both depulso and diffindo at a duelist and a ranger, making sure to pull Ominis away when the executioner of the group conjured a fiery ring. "You'd rather let this place fall through, eh?" She said, banishing the last remaining soldier back, hitting the stone.

The two of them climbed up the ledge to move forward. "It's safe to say you live an extraordinary life," Ominis tried to keep himself composed, only to let out another yelp when they slid down another slope. "This mine seems a lot bigger than I thought," He said.

"It is," Norah looked out on the open space beyond where they stood. Ominis immediately noted how the ground now felt different, a makeshift stairs having been built along with other things that he could sense, based on how Norah sounded, weren't there before. "Within this mine, also happens to be a secret living space," She said.

"A living space?" Ominis was confused. "Inside a mine?"

"Yes, hundreds of years ago, Isidora stayed in here, one of the places she stayed in to hone her magic," Norah cast a disillusionment charm on herself, along with two bottles of her invisibility potion. Ominis took it as a sign to do the same, Norah handing him an extra vial of the potion. They slid down toward the open space where she remembered had the familiar runes and the way to Isidora's secret space.

Only this time, more Ashwinders seemed to have set up camp, with the use of old loyalist drills and metal devices to try and force the door open. It had closed since she was last there with Sebastian.

"Harlow said a clue to the magic Rookwood and Ranrok sought after was in here," One of them said. "It would've been gone by now."

Norah raised a brow, drinking another invisibility potion to keep herself unseen, as she and Ominis quietly crept up to the farthest people on the sides to start petrifying them. Each of the soldiers and scouts fell to the ground with a slight thud, hardly anyone noticing as Norah cast disillusionment charms over them as well.

"There's always something here, left behind, just look at this door, with those symbols," One duellist pointed out. "They said this was where the child went once last year. There's definitely something behind these doors."

"We're nearly there, Ominis, we'll be back at the Undercroft soon," Norah said, sensing his presence nearby as they approached the remaining few Ashwinders, who were still focused on the doors. Some of them were already trying to blast the doors open, but to no avail.

"Drill them, then," Another duellist commanded, the drill already boring a hole on the ornate marble doors. "Imagine what we'll find behind these. Treasure, I reckon."

"They can't get whatever else that's in there," Norah shook her head, feeling the effects of the potion wear off. Ominis crept up to the other side, and both of them successfully petrified the remaining Ashwinders that were trying to open the door. Taking the disillusionment charms off, Norah threw some of the explosives towards the petrified forms as if to create a diversion while hitting all three rune symbols to open the door.

"I found something," Ominis said as they climbed down the stairs that led to Isidora's private space, along with the crystallized stone that was a secret passageway back into the Undercroft. "I found orders, probably from Harlow, at least that's what I can tell," He handed her the parchment.

"We'll have to get Sebastian and Amit to look through these books. Anything to learn something new about the magic Isidora performed on everyone," Norah said, stuffing some of the books she could get her hands on inside her satchel. Once she was done, seeing Ominis take some of the other books after pointing his wand at it, she grabbed his hand, tugging on it to lead him out of the place. For a moment she felt her cheeks heat up at her own boldness to reach for him in that way while they passed through the crystallized stone.

In a second, they were back in the warmth of the Undercroft. "That was unbelievable," Ominis said breathlessly. "I want to say we were nearly killed, but I have to admit we handled it well," He said. "Thanks to you."

"We make a good team," Norah agreed, realizing that she was still holding his hand. "Thank you for coming with me."

She let go, pulling her hand back before she felt the situation becoming awkward. Only it didn't feel awkward at all. Ominis's cheeks were tinged pink. "O-of course," He said quietly. He remembered his dream again. That it was here in the Undercroft that he tried to bear his soul to her, told her how he felt. "You have to let me know next time where you plan on looking."

A small smile appeared on her face. "I will."

[midnightunderground-npcs]

Interview: Karlha Whitlock

Dossier:

Name: Karlha Whitlock

Age: 40

Species: Werewolf

Circle: Night

Known Relationships: Tabitha Spencer (Pack Leader), Thaddeus James (Wife), Thaddeus James, Hollis Fiala, and Damian Harker (Circle Leaders), Catherine and Connor Talbot Senior (Feuding Wolf Territories)

Interview:

What's your name?

“Karlha Whitlock,” she answers simply. The sooner this can be dealt with, the sooner her poor little Tabitha can be freed, the better. Though who has a hand in this that’s framing that girl is anyone’s guess. She’s got one though.

How do you know Tabitha Spencer?

“I’m her pack leader. She’s one of my own and I trust her as my own. She wouldn’t assault another circle leader like that, especially at a party she knew I was partially hosting. Tibby is a good kid who minds her own business. Or minds her brother’s business.”

How do you know Jose Alves Cruz?

Karlha has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Mayor Cruz? You have to know him when you work in the Underground. Him and Damian work close to make sure Unaware eyes stay where they belong. I’ve known him as long as I’ve been Circle leader, since Moira became Orator. Connor, you know this, don’t be stupid.”

How do you know Hollis Fiala?

“We are circle leaders and Orator candidates at the moment. I know Hollis as well as most people know Hollis which is not at all because they prefer it that way. They’ve always kept everything close to their chest, like they’re waiting to play the perfect poker hand because they’ve been cheating the entire time. None of us trust them, because you shouldn’t trust a fae. Some advice you could due to learn.”

Did you see the shot happened/What happened that night from your perspective?

Truthfully, Connor hasn’t seen Karlha this upset since as long as she’s been with Thaddeus. Whatever storm he eased in calming was not to be tamed at this moment. And could he blame her? She’d been told she was going to die only to have one of her wolves put on trial. “I was on stage, a gunshot happened, I thought I’d been shot. I hadn’t. But now they’re saying Tabitha shot Hollis and I can’t believe that. I won’t believe that. She wouldn’t do something like that, that could jeopardize our pack’s success in the election. She’s not an idiot and only an idiot or someone with an ego would play so fast and lose. And once this all comes out in the woodwork, I’ll kill them myself from trying to frame her.

When did you get the invitation for the party/know you were going to work it?

“Thaddeus and I have this party every year as part of our Anniversary celebration. Connor, I know you’re doing your fucking job here, but these are questions everyone knows the answer too and you’re wasting your fucking time.” Karlha snarls and then, after a moment, pauses, taking a deep breath in. “I’m sorry. I lost control of my temper there. This isn’t your fault. And it’s not Tabitha’s fault either. It’s the idiot’s who ruined my dinner’s.”

Did you go with someone?

“My husband, Connor, the person’s who’s party it was.”

Do you own a gun/have you ever owned a gun?

Karlha nods gently. “Yes. I owned a gun once, a long time ago. I didn’t really think much of it. I was a wolf so I didn’t need it but it felt safer sometimes. I lived in a very rough part of town and I thought if I had a gun I could make it look like self defense more than if an intruder had their throat ripped out. I got rid of it a decade ago now. I certainly never had one that could shoot silver bullets, or even iron. Iron bullets aren’t even typically maid unless it’s by a skilled hunter. They’re hard to get, harder to get in a place that isn’t like the Black Market.”

[thesims4blogger]

OFFICIAL BLOG: Unleash Your Beastly Side in The Sims 4 Werewolves

The Sims team has released the official blog for The Sims 4 Werewolves Game Pack!

A full moon shines down on a formerly bustling mill town. Alongside the river that cuts it in two, a thick fog washes over the abandoned lumber equipment and disappears into the untamed wilderness. From the rocky outcropping above, a howl is heard, its musical legato breaking the stillness of the world beneath it. Then another bays from the woods, and another from the lake, until a prowling pack of wolves emerges from the gloomy mist. But these aren’t just any wolves…they’re werewolves, majestic and fierce, like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

Once upon a time, Moonwood Mill was filled with the bustle and sound of the nearby lumber mill. Today, the town is transformed. The rusted shells of its former industry provide cover for a handful of mysterious denizens who’ve sought out this wilderness-shrouded community, basking in its remote and anonymous nature. It’s a place with a hidden history, and those who live here know that if you dig deep enough, you’re bound to discover some fascinating secrets.

So what’s there to do around town? There’s plenty to sink your teeth into! During the full moon, you might notice crescent-shaped Lake Lunvik has a magical shimmer to it, making it the perfect time to try to catch the elusive Luna Fish and to climb up to the Howling Point that looms over the lake to pluck the even rarer Moonpetal flower. Or if you’re feeling brave and looking for adventure, delve into the tunnels that run under the town, a network known as “The Underground,” to try and uncover secrets and find quicker routes for navigating back and forth. The town’s pack members are also always up for a good spar at the pit – assuming you have the claws for it.

In Moonwood Mill, there’s always plenty to do (especially if you’re a werewolf). Heed the advice of the locals, though: stay out of Greg’s way and you’ll be okay.

CREATE YOUR OWN WEREWOLF

A werewolf can be many things – fierce, playful, dramatic, cuddly – the list goes on! In The Sims™ 4, werewolves come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and themes. In Create a Sim, you can fully customize your werewolf to tell the story you want.

All werewolves start with a beast and a Sim form that are linked, providing parity and matching up changes to body shape, clothes, and facial features to the other form. But that’s not to say that you can’t create a beast of your very own! Unlink the forms and make them as distinct as you’d like! Whichever direction you take, edit their face structure, ears, eyes, tufts, and more! Paint on menacing scars to tell the story of a dramatic fight between opposing pack members or cover them in silly jellyfish; you have full control over your beast form’s pelt, so create one that’s as traditional or as wildly unexpected as you are!

FINDING COMMUNITY IN A PACK

Moonwood Mill is home to two distinct wolf packs: the Moonwood Collective – a pack of seasoned, rustic werewolves that value tradition, community, and self-control – and the Wildfangs – a scrappy, free-spirited crew of rebellious werewolves that value self-improvement, self-acceptance, and are inspired by punk and grunge aesthetics.

To join either one, visit their hangout and get to know the pack. Once you’re on good terms, the pack’s Alpha may challenge you with a few trials. Complete those and you’re in. The work doesn’t end there, however! Joining either pack comes with its own obligations, hierarchy, and dos and don’ts. As a member of the pack, you represent something greater than yourself – and someday, if you play for paws right, you might even become the Alpha and represent the pack itself.

LIFE AS A WEREWOLF IS WILD

With every howl, scratch, and transformation, a werewolf can grow their power to unlock new abilities, such as running swiftly on all fours, marking their territory, lunar resistance, and even immortality. But it’s not all steaks and sparring! As their power grows, so do the unique ways in which that werewolf views the world. These are represented by a growing number of temperaments, each of which distinguishes how that Sim’s fury may grow.

Speaking of Fury, it’s probably time we talk about the most important aspect of every werewolf’s life! At all times, a werewolf’s fury is growing. Using your unique werewolf powers, sparring with other werewolves, hanging out in beast form, being under the full moon, or doing behavior that conflicts with your temperaments will push fury to increase more quickly. Once maximum fury is reached, a transformation is imminent! So always be mindful of your fury, because it just might come back and bite you.

THE LORE OF MOONWOOD MILL

As you spend more time in Moonwood Mill, you’ll discover hidden knowledge about its magical roots. Meet with Wolfgang, the local librarian, in the center of town and check out werewolf-themed books to unravel truths about Moonwood’s mysterious beasts. Though…everyone in town knows that to find the best secrets, you’ll have to head out into the neighborhood and dig (or explore) a little deeper for long lost books and items.

If that’s not your style, try interacting with the locals. It’s not all about joining a pack. Once you get to know them, Kristopher, Rory, and their pack members will each reveal their own pasts and unique perspectives on werewolf history and philosophy. Even the town’s only non-were denizen has something to share! Head on over to talk with Celene López, the owner of the Grimtooth Bar and Bunker, one of the lots built in partnership with community creator James Turner. There you can find the Werebies remedy (disclaimer: not the cure for lycanthropy – that’s another thing entirely) or order a drink and some food. You’ll be pleasantly surprised by their impressive array of meaty options.

There’s also Greg, of course…but we don’t recommend trying to pry information out of him. You wouldn’t want to risk it, right?

Join us for a full deep-dive reveal of The Sims 4 Werewolves Game Pack on June 10, 2022 at 11AM PDT on The Sims Twitch and YouTube channels.

Preorder The Sims™ 4 Werewolves Game Pack now for PC and Mac via Origin™ and Steam®, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems to start playing immediately when it becomes available beginning June 16, 2022 on PC and Mac via Origin™ and Steam®, PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems.

[rubykgrant]

Funniest Kai bits I’ve written-

“Sooo… you just gonna stalk us without saying anything? I mean, I dig the whole strong-silent-type vibe you’ve got going on, but you could at least say HELLO,”

The air above one of the rocks shimmers slightly… almost like heat-waves over a hot road in the summer.

“… how did you know I was here?” a deep voice from that shimmer asks.

“I’ve got like, a Spidey-Sense for detecting hot singles in my area- even if they’re invisible!” she replies with a smug giggle.

“You don’t even know what I look like… you’ve never seen me without my armor on,” the deep-voice-air-shimmer argues with her, but it sounds more sheepish than disgruntled.

“Hotness has nothing to do with physical appearances… attitude is EVERYTHING,” Kai explains, and this is just a fact, she can’t believe people don’t KNOW this. “And I don’t just mean things like confidence, even though that can be a turn-on… being funny is attractive, being smart is attractive, being nice and kind is attractive…”

“It sounds like anybody is potentially attractive, according to you,”

***

She was sick and tired of always having to wait on the side-lines while her brother had some emotional break-down… if he had listened to her before when she gave him advice about his love life, all these problems would have been solved. Heck, if Dex actually had the nerve, he would probably be MARRIED to Simmons by now… but nooooo, he had to be so pathetic and ignore his feelings (and ignore the fact that Simmons was OBVIOUSLY just waiting for him to make the first move. Not that Simmons knew that’s what he was waiting for, because he was pathetic too). She was surprised he hadn’t died of dehydration, her bro was so thirsty and refused to take a sip even when there was a tall drink of water RIGHT THERE. 

***

Wait, you KNEW?” Tucker asked.

“Duh, this is my BROTHER. How could I NOT know? And speaking of which, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I can finally give Simmons my obligatory protective-sibling-speech,” she reached out, clasping Simmons’ chin in her hand, and turning his head so he had to look at her. He had a mildly alarmed expression mixed with a confused flat-smile, eyebrows rising up high. “If you break his heart, I’ll break your legs. Understand?”

“That sounds fair,” Simmons agreed.

“Good!” Kai kissed him on the cheek and released his chin. Before walking away, she gave Dex a pat on the shoulder. “And if YOU break HIS heart, then I’ll break YOUR legs!”

“Sis, you don’t need to threaten me and my boyfriend into treating each other right, we’re already pretty good at it!” he protested, but wasn’t able to stop smiling.

“HE SAID BOYFRIEND! THEY’RE BOYFRIENDS! YOU ALL HEARD IT!” Tucker was still too keyed-up to stay still. He’d been waiting for this to happen for YEARS. He had almost given up hope forever. Now, at last… the orange and maroon idiots were BOYFRIENDS.

***

“So, Romeo! Where for art is my bro?” Kai walked over and leaned against Simmons as he got some food together.

“Pfff, he’s over on the couch,” Simmons chuckled, tilting his head in that direction. Grif raised one hand up from where he was lounging, so she could see it above the back of the couch. Kai bounced over there now, jumping up over the back, so she could land beside her brother on the cushions.

“Hi, Dex! How was the date?” She asked him, grinning.

“Good,” he answered, sprawled out comfortably on the couch.

“That’s all you have to say? Good? After everything I went through, making sure you morons had an enchanting evening!” Kai smacked at her brothers knees, but he looked completely unbothered by her antics. “Did anybody ever give ME a romantic night like this? Fuck, no! You would always lie to my dates, trying to scare them! You used to say some bull-shit about how you just escaped from prison, or you got bit by a werewolf and then got bit by a vampire so you were a turbo-monster, OR you personally knew the NINJA TURTLES and would tell them to beat-up anybody who didn’t have me home on time! Do you remember that, Dexter?”

“… w’ssat?” Grif said after a long and oblivious pause. Jeez, he seemed totally distracted. No, more than that; it was like he had gelatin in his head instead of brains. True, her brother could be a total space-cadet sometimes, but this was a whole other level. Not only was he not paying attention to ANYTHING, he had a dreamy look on his face…

“Dude, are you high right now?” Kai asked. Not a bad thing if he was, but he better hide his stash before Donut got home.

“No~” he snorted laughter. In the kitchen, Kai could hear Simmons laugh as well.

Kai took a closer look at Dexter; he was zoned-out, and the epitome of relaxed. Again, hardly unusual, he was just like that. Still, something was different. It was almost like he was drunk. Clearly in a very good mood. Sort of… serene, but in a goofy way. He sounded all fluttery. What else? She felt like it should be obvious…

“OH MY GOD!” she cried out suddenly. Her brother just kept smiling at her, confused by her outburst, but not concerned in the slightest.

“What’s wrong?” Simmons asked, coming over to stand by the couch.

Kai looked him up and down; his long hair was loose, out of the ponytail. It seemed like he had just showered. In fact, her brother seemed the same. Simmons was a little more focused and coherent, but he had this vague aura of satisfaction and fulfillment… a bit like a glow. An afterglow. OH HELLO, was that a hint of a hickey just barely peeking out from his shirt collar? Both of them looked like they were recovering from being totally blissed-out.

“YOU!” Kai pointed an accusatory finger at Simmons. Grif continued to giggle, though he was beginning to catch on to Kai’s train of thought.

“What?” Simmons was still lagging behind.

“YOU FUCKED MY BROTHER SILLY!”

***

“Move, move, lemme see the babies~” Kai shooed Donut and Doc out of her way, walking directly toward Grif and Simmons. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and proudly held their children up so she could see all four clearly. Kai leaned down slightly, looking at the tiny faces, her hand clasped over her mouth to hold in a scream of delight. After a moment, she took a deep breath and spoke softly. “Hi babies. I’m your Auntie Kai. I’m gonna love you, and spoil you, and take you to PG-13 movies when you’re 10, and buy you all the junk-food you want to eat, and all the expensive birthday presents that make what your dads get you look lame, and I’ll always be ready whenever you need an alibi for anything…”

“Basically, you’re going to be a bad influence on our children,” Grif rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smirking at his sister.

[sxlver-sweet]

Please i'm begging youu i want to see more fantasy au for tokrev and that pirate would be so good i even have some idess on me already 😩

–🎴

I HAD A FUCKING FIELD DAY WITH THIS I WANNA HEAR YOUR IDEAS PLS SHARE

i’m currently sleep-deprived, so some of these are probably really basic and there’s most likely errors somewhere in here skdkcmdksk

also, requests may be closed, but discussions and more ideas are absolutely welcome.

faerie!kokonoi, who preys on the heartbroken drunkards at upscale bars, listening with a secretive smile as they spill their life stories to the bartender. silver-tongued and clever, kokonoi purrs his condolences, slipping their name into the conversation with ease and feigning oblivion when they, cloudy-eyed and ignorant, hand over their precious bank information and the locations of their valuables.

tailor!mitsuya unable to concentrate on stitching up a torn dress with the incessant clanging in the background and snapping at blacksmith!pah-chin, who’s busy forging knight!baji a new sword. mitsuya chastises baji for being so careless, but all baji does is grumble and turn away, black oil and dirt smeared on his flushed cheeks and long hair clinging to his sweat-stained forehead from his previous sparring session.

wizard!mitsuya spinning golems out of clay and shooing them away with an order to find him more materials to craft matching cloaks for his newest apprentices, luna and mana.

leprechaun!nahoya luring unsuspecting villagers into the forest with the promise of gold coins, only to send branches crashing down onto their heads when they venture far enough. they shout irately and scramble after him as he tumbles, laughing, into the shadows… but it’s no use. he’s too fast.

mermaid!yuzuha punching the shit out of pirates and dragging them down from their ships when they disturb and/or hunt the peaceful merfolk

knight!draken pledging his life to princess!emma

werewolf!baji, who appears to casually laugh off questions about his sharp, prominent canines; when in reality, when he’s secretly sweating bullets. werewolf!baji, whom the others wrinkle their noses at and tease when he orders his steak rare. werewolf!baji, who can’t hide the particularly ferocious, almost predatory glint in his eye that only appears during brawls after the sun has fallen. everyone laughs it off, mistaking his bloodlust for adrenaline. it’s only baji, he’s just intense, they reason.

half-blood!takemichi, who leaps through time with the protective blood of a phoenix coursing through his veins. half-blood!takemichi, whose blood aids him in resisting the beckon of death that pries at the empty body he habitually leaves behind and enables him to keep rising back to his feet no matter who knocks him down.

dybbuk!shinichiro, whose rage inhabits mikey’s body, only flaring to aid in crushing kazutora beneath his little brother’s fist. dybbuk!shinichiro, who plucks away at mikey’s sanity day in and day out, demanding for his death to be avenged. dybbuk!shinichiro, who is the reason that mikey can no longer set foot in his bike shop, because no matter how hard he tries, mikey can’t seem to shut out the eerie groaning of forgotten bikes as they rust away or the crackling squelch of metal colliding with bone that he’s positive he’s never heard before—so why is he hearing it now?

executioner!kazutora, who has no problem with the unjust slaughters that tyrant!kisaki approves, because his unchecked guilt can only be satiated by “cleansing the kingdom of immoral souls.” executioner!kazutora, who hums a crude tavern song as he takes his sweet time lining up his blade with the neck of the shivering woman hunched before him—the shivering woman whose only crime is swiping some bread to feed her starving family. executioner!kazutora, who only finds retribution in the twisted cycle of playing the role of god’s “divine” axe.

knight!toman forming a wall in front of their king to square off against an approaching army, a measly one hundred men with fire in their eyes and swords dripping with blood—a measly one hundred men fully prepared to offer up their lives to protect king!mikey.

jester!hanma, who flirts with the women of the court and openly takes cheap shots at tyrant!kisaki, regardless of whether or not he’s in the vicinity. still, it doesn’t matter how humorous the joke is. no one dares to allow even a twitch of their lips. how hanma hasn’t been executed yet, they don’t know.

pirate!nahoya, who cackles like a madman and jeers at an opposing ship from his place perched atop the crow’s nest

apothecary!souya meeting his future s/o in a field of lavender while he’s searching for fresh herbs. apothecary!souya, who’s mortified by the chalky powder spattered on his overalls and runs a hand through his hair, accidentally smearing a yellow dust through his blue curls. apothecary!souya, who blushes when you kindly offer to brush the powder from his hair. apothecary!souya, who offers you one of the dandelions peeking from his pocket as a gesture of gratitude.

ladies-in-waiting!emma and hina scurrying off to deliver empty dishes to cook!mitsuya, who leans forward expectantly to hear the latest gossip when they approach him with sparkling eyes and poorly concealed smiles.

adviser!draken storming into king!mikey’s private chambers without an invitation to shout at him for neglecting his duties and drag him by the ankle out of bed

sorceress!hina enchanting a four-leaf clover necklace with a spell to keep knight!takemichi safe in battle

spymaster!sanzu scaring the shit out of his scribe!s/o whenever he pops up in the windows of the library in all black with no prior warning

doll-maker!izana, who lives in a secluded area of the woods with his apprentice kakucho and obsessively lines his shelves with replicas of the older brother he wishes he had

knight-in-training!chifuyu working extra hard to impress knight!baji, who had recruited him and taken him under his wing

steampunk inventor!chifuyu, who’s never seen without his trademark goggles that kazutora always pokes fun at and threadbare overalls splattered with oil stains. inventor!chifuyu, who nearly has a heart attack when baji hobbles in on one leg, grinning at him with a face swollen with bruises while waving his detached prosthetic leg in greeting. inventor!chifuyu, who keeps wrenches on his belt specifically to hurl at his idiot friends whenever they come into his shop all beat-up with their bronze prosthetics severely damaged

steampunk!hanma, who has a glass eye with the word “pain” engraved on the iris. steampunk!hanma, who asks kisaki to hold something for him. when the latter holds his hand out with an exasperated sigh, hanma sets his replacement eye in his palm and cackles hysterically when kisaki promptly jolts with disgust and chucks it across the room

cyberpunk!sanzu, who’s already inebriated but continues to drown deeper in the neon lights of the club as he pops an array of glowing pills into his mouth, body numb to the robotic assistants that hum around him and intermingle with the equally delirious crowd in case someone were to collapse from overdosing

masquerade!mitsuya, who smiles at you with such kindness and respect as he guides you onto the marble floor that you immediately resolve to discover his identity at a later date

masquerade!kakucho, who does everything in his power to prevent you from uncovering his identity. masquerade!kakucho, who fears that you’ll be disgusted with his deformed appearance once you see his scar.

samurai!yuzuha, who rescues you from a band of thieves but is perplexed when you insist on repaying her goodwill. samurai!yuzuha, who eventually starts coming to you whenever she needs her wounds bandaged or a home-cooked meal. samurai!yuzuha, who refuses to let you touch her sword with your pure, unsullied hands.

potion-maker!ran, who always despises when rindou barges into his workspace for nothing else than to tip over a couple jars and poke fun at his craft. potion-maker!ran, whose skin and hair have been permanently imprinted with the scent of clove and allspice berries. potion-maker!ran, who concocts love spells and perfumes that grant increased intimacy for the lovesick women who visit him when their own assets aren’t working. potion-maker!ran, who smiles charmingly and calls his female customers “darling.” potion-maker!ran, who has no problem with allowing them to test his products on him in order to guarantee their potency—but only if they’re attractive and have a pretty penny to spare :)

gunslinger!mikey, who almost shoots his big toe off trying to impress the beautiful barmaid across the room

servant!baji, who isn’t the slyest but always makes sure he leaves out a saucer of cream for the stray cats that wander through the town during the night, regardless of how much trouble he gets in. servant!baji, who develops a forbidden bond with his royal!s/o due to their shared love of animals. servant!baji, who is ignorant of the ways of courtship but does his best to flirt with you, however flustered and awkward he may be. servant!baji, who sheepishly seeks advice from his mother about how to impress royalty despite him being unable to offer you any material items.

necromancer!takemichi who doesn’t know wtf is going on and is literally only a necromancer because he fucked up reading a recipe for garlic bread that was written in cursive

vampire!kokonoi, who looks wistfully upon his collection of dusty, old perfume bottles as he recalls how they’d been the most expensive items on the market centuries ago. vampire!kokonoi, who possesses splintered, wooden chests overflowing with outdated currency that will never again be utilized. vampire!kokonoi, who sits for hours and stares at the photo of the young woman that he’s preserved in mint condition for countless years, wondering why he can’t remember who she is

half-blood!mikey, who wonders why his legs are so much stronger than the rest of his body, why he’s always been so much faster than his peers, and why they’re always chock-full of energy. half-blood!mikey, who’s blissfully unaware that the blood of his ancestors is not as it seems. half-blood!mikey, who has zero clue that his lineage marks him a descendant of the minotaur.

farmer!chifuyu, who’s too shy to approach the seamstress’s daughter, so he resigns himself to only admiring her from afar until she makes a move herself. farmer!chifuyu, who’s beyond embarrassed when he accidentally bumps into her, the dirt and grime on his clothing soiling her pristine outfit. farmer!chifuyu, who tries to brush it off, only to panic when the dust on his hands stains the fabric. farmer!chifuyu, who shows up at your mother’s shop the next day to apologize and is nearly chased out due to his kind “not belonging there,” only for you to object and invite him in, claiming that he’s your friend.

jack the ripper!sanzu, who leans up against a dirty brick building with his head low, tongue clicking in rhythm with the slim hands on his golden pocket watch as he decides on his next victim. jack the ripper!sanzu, who dons a simple, shapeless white mask that contrasts sharply with the elaborate feather woven into his top hat. jack the ripper!sanzu, whom others eye skeptically when he skillfully, easily slices his steak into cross-sections with nothing more than a butter knife. jack the ripper!sanzu, who smiles so charmingly at women, basking in their ignorance as he lures them into a sense of false security with a few sweet words. jack the ripper!sanzu, who seals all of his letters documenting his crimes with a lipstick-stained kiss and giggles manically when it smears onto his cheek. jack the ripper!sanzu, who is taken aback when one of his targets whirls on him with anger in their eyes and a knife gripped in their hands, fully prepared to give him a dose of his own medicine.

achilles!izana and patroclus!kakucho. that’s all i have to say. y’all know what’s up👀

soothsayer!takemichi, who’s looked down upon by his fellow prophets because of his frenetic efforts to change the future. while the rest lounge beneath the shade of trees, sweet-smelling smoke curling from their ornate pipes and hazy eyes trailing after people who they know are supposed to die tomorrow, takemichi is doing his best to track them down to warn them of their fate. “he’s just a boy,” the others chuckle, “he won’t make a difference.”

victorian era painter!s/o, who finds seishu inui snoozing beneath a tree and resolves to capture his beauty on a canvas. seishu, who’s well-aware of what you’re doing but decides to let you have your fun. painter s/o, who’s mortified when seishu happens to “wake up” as soon as they sigh with satisfaction and requests to see the picture.

barista!izana, who mixes drugs into his drinks for certain customers while they discreetly slide a handsome wad of cash across the counter

archer!chifuyu, who accidentally spears his superior through the leg while struggling with his bow. archer!chifuyu, who meets kazutora in the dungeons and befriends him during the one night he spends there. archer!chifuyu, who is confused and hesitant when he is abruptly assigned to join the ranks of the prince’s bodyguards. archer!chifuyu, who is white with shock when he sees kazutora stroll into the room, a golden crown balanced atop his head and a wide smile blooming upon his lips when he spots his new friend.

ROBIN HOOD!CHIFUYU

potion-maker!souya, whose face always softens whenever you stop by his shop during your daily mail delivery route. potion-maker!souya, who’s ashamed of himself for having considered exploiting your trust in him and slipping a love potion into your drink. potion-maker!souya, who always offers to make you something befitting the occasion whenever you’re running low on energy, not feeling well, or are nervous about something. potion-maker!souya, who’s too shy to confess his feelings for you.

town crier!nahoya, who sometimes slips a swear word or two into his announcements and prefers to storm the town on horseback, disregarding his elaborate attire. town crier!nahoya, who has definitely snatched you off the street during his routes, leaving you to cling to his sweat-dampened clothes and shout at him for being such an imbecile.

shapeshifter!nahoya, who diligently keeps his eyes closed because he can change everything about his appearance, except for his distinctive eye color.

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Don't feel like tagging anything for this just yet) ( @gemini-sensei )

Having some deep thoughts about Werewolf!Omega!Reader who came from a rough family.

They didn’t really care about her leaving her to her own devices. They lived out in the woods and for most of Readers life all she did was stay inside or play in the woods, but she wasn’t allowed to go out at night. She was never told why but was constantly snapped at to not ask questions. There where multiple strangers or people she would call “aunt or uncle” that would come by her house but they where not her actual kin. Something she once again never tried to ask about.

As time goes by and she gets older her family starts to slowly disappear. Aunts and uncles no longer visit as much, her really family starts to vanish as well. Things take a turn when one of her older siblings doesn’t come home one night late into the spring.

She crys for days after she realizes something extremely bad has happened, they are not coming back. She here’s her partners talking and her mother crying.

“He/she is dead….I know it.”

“Everyone is, it’s only us now..”

The following month after her 18th birthday she comes home to find almost her whole room packed up. The rest of the house is fine, nothing else is touched nothing out of place by even a inch.

But no one is home.

She looks around and even calls out for her parents and siblings only to her only her own voice a ehco around the walls. Running outside she finds no sign of anyone so she goes back into the house. She quietly goes into her parents room, the room for the most part is extremely the same but the draws are open and empty and the closets bare. Her eyes search the room for any kind of clue as to what is going on. Finally her eyes land on a small piece of paper that sits on her parents bed. With a flick of the wrist she picks the paper up and flips the folded up paper open. In the simple hand writing of her father.

“Your room is packed with what you need. Take what you can and leave before it is too late. We already lost one child and the others we can not stay to see you die as well. You cannot stay here or you will be just as dead as we would if we stayed, we are giving you a head start to get out. We can only tell you the best option since you are young, go to CA, it is your best chance to find others. We regret not telling you the truth but we can at least give you advice to stay alive. Good luck-“

It was a cryptic message that sent chills though her whole body. Her whole family had just up and left their home and told her to get out. That she was in danger and needed to leave all on her own. A sicking feeling came over her whole body as she moved about the house. She grabbed what she could of her things from her room, a few things from around the house. While moving things around she found a wad of cash in a drawer and took it. It was enough to get her on a bus to California and possibly enough for food a rent.

Within the hour she was long gone from her childhood home in the woods.

On a bus to a whole different state all alone to start a new life.

Life in california was rough at first for the young women. She was in a total different state with no family or friends. But as the weeks and months pass she finally starts to settle in to her new home. She finds a nice little apartment in a nice town, she is able to find a good job with nice hours. For once in her life she feels seen and heard as she meets new people. Gaining new friends at work and around town with her free time.

For about two years that was what she did with her life and it was going great. Every day she grew to live the new town she was in and the thought of her old life was slowly fading. She missed her home, her parents and even her siblings but she knew it was best that she leave. She didn’t regret getting out when she did. There was nothing for her back home and she understood that.

It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday was about to hit when things started to change once again in her life.

Reader felt lucky to have met such nice people when first moving to california. After getting a place to live she was able to find work at a local hospital. It wasn’t anything fancy but she was able to get a job in the records department and then she was moved to the physical therapy department. That’s when she met Miguel, a nice physical therapist in training. He just so happened to be looking for a patient file for a new client that was coming in for treatment. Reader of course noticed and helped him find it before he got to lost in all of the paperwork and folders.

He was extremely embarrassed about not being able to find such a easy document. Reader brushed it off and told him that it was fine and that if he ever needed help finding anything in the records department to just come and find her. She knew the place like the back of her hand by now. That sparked a great friendship between the two. They got lunch breaks together and even hung out after work a lot. He also introduced her to a few of his other friends too.

“You know I did karate in highschool.”

It was a random comment he made one day as they where sitting in the hospital cafeteria during a lunch break.

Reader perked up as she picked at her food.

“Oh really? Physical therapist guy did a dangerous sport like karate? Um.”

“Yeah…remember when I told you about my back? Karate may have played a key in that. But it’s in the past.”

“Soooo why are you bring it up now?”

“Well I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to come with me and some of the others to go hang out at one of the lessons. My sensei still teaches and one of my friends is teaching along side him these days. Everyone wanted to go hang out but I didn’t know if you where into that kinda stuff.”

Reader thought about it for a long minute before saying “Iv never been to a karate class before it sounds interesting. Just don’t expect me to know any of your crazy karate stuff I guess.” She laughs as she shoves some of her lunch into her mouth. Miguel grins back at her.

“Don't worry I wasn't expecting you to. It's just for fun trust me, you're going to have a great time.”

The following week Reader gets the address from Miguel on where the dojo was. She pulls up to the nice little place, it's beautiful and quaint. She is just in time to pass a little group of kids walking out of the gate. They laugh and y'all at one another clearly happy about the lesson they just came from. Reader can't help but smile as she passes them, looking back to watch them all load up ain't a small van and take off. Her mind is brought back when she hears loud laughter from behind a large gate from where the kids originally came out from.

Walking up to the gate she opens it and peers around the corner to find Miguel and a blond man talking. She also takes notice of the fact that Demetri and Robby are there as well. Both are off to the side talking about something. She meet Demetri and Robby when they showed up to the hospital to collect their friend after work to go to a local bar. They all have hung out quite a few times since then.

“Reader you made it! I was scared you might have gotten lost on the way here or something.”

“Yeah sorry I'm still trying to figure out this area but your directions were fine, found the place on my first try so no harm done. Hope I wasn't keeping you guys waiting.” she says a little bit embarrassed. This was a new part of town she had yet to be to so finding her way around was still a little tricky. Luckily she was able to find her way with Miguel’s good directions.

Miguel patted her on the should before turning to the blond guy again. He was much older than them and she could only guess that this was Miguel’s sensei he had briefly talked about before.

“Reader this is Johnny Lawrence, my sensei and Robby’s dad.” he mention to the older man who is just smirking at them. Looking at him until close she could see the slight resemblance to Robby. His nose and brows and just a hint of his eyes reminded her of the dirty blond. She smiled and shook his outstretched hand, his grip was firm in hers. He let go a second later. Robby groans as he's mentioned. Johnny rolls his eyes before walking off back towards the dojo where another man comes walking out. He's a bit shorter than Johnny, tan with dark hair.

“And that is Daniel LaRusso! My other sensei.” the other man gives her a smiles before shaking hands with her. His hold is firm but just a tad bit gentler then Johnny's.

“Can we start this thing all ready I'm getting tired of waiting. I don't care if we just finished a class I want to get back to training already!” a voice came from inside the dojo. Reader looks over the means shoulders to try and get a look at who was yelling. The door to the dojo slammed open and a guy strolled out not long after.

He was taller than her by a few good inches, skin pale with only a kiss of sun to it. He was in a gi like the other men but he had the top open hanging loose. His hair was too long but it had a nice length to it, gelled up in a neat mohawk. Reader felt her face grow warm has she took a little to long to rip her eyes away from his open shirt. He had a nice set of muscles that made her all kinds of hot. Quickly she looked away and focused on the others.

Miguel laughed saying “Dont worry about him that's just Hawk.” she raised a brow at him “His real names Eli but we call him Hawk. It's his thing.” she rolled her eyes and gave a small chuckle. His name was definitely something.

(I admit that I cut this off extremely early. I have more to this idea but I didn't know if anyone was actually going to like it because I started it when I was going through writer's block and I feel like it was a bit bland. Might continue if anybody actually likes it. )