#Media: A Plague Tale

[taliawinters]

I don't like mountains. Everything I need is at sea level.

[sebdoesthings]

throughout all of Requiem Arnaud's sword is never shown as being important to him. It's plain, it's never the focus, it's merely a tool. His shield, however, is important. It stands out, it's recognisable, it's mentioned and talked about by multiple character, and there is a scene where it is returned to him when really there wasn't any need in the narrative for it to be and he could've just taken a new, better shield off a dead soldier. In this essay I will-

[ahuwhenua]

castlevania nocturne..

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Lost and Found in Monaco

Note: Helloo guysss, I can't believe it's been so long and so much has happened!! I started working, met new people and now we are good friends. I hope everyone is well and i you all are having a great summer! And OH MY GOD? 125 FOLLOWERS?? THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️❤️

Sebastian vettel x fem!reader

Warnings: none?

Summary: let's just say one word "Soulmate's"

[⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️]

[⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️]

Part one: The Soulmate's Myth

Sebastian Vettel had always known the stories. Everyone did. From the moment a child could comprehend language, they were told tales of the soulmates—a person born just for you, a perfect match that would make your heart sing. For most people, it happened quickly. A touch, a glance, sometimes even a name heard in passing, and you just *knew*. You’d feel the warmth in your chest, the invisible string tying you to someone else. It was as real and undeniable as gravity.

But for Sebastian, that connection had never come.

He was surrounded by stories of love and fate. He had watched with quiet envy as friends and family found their other halves. He heard about the rush of meeting your soulmate, the sudden certainty that you had found the one person who completed you in every way. But Sebastian, despite all his accomplishments and fame in Formula 1, despite being adored by fans around the world, was left with a growing emptiness.

As the years passed, Sebastian became increasingly convinced that something was wrong with him. Was he broken? Defective? He masked his worries with the thrill of racing, the roar of engines drowning out the silent fears that plagued him. But when the race was over, and the adrenaline faded, he was left with the cold, stark truth: he was alone.

The rumors started, whispers among the media and even within the paddock. "Why hasn’t Vettel found his soulmate?" they asked. Was it possible that one of the sport's brightest stars was meant to shine alone? Sebastian did his best to ignore the speculation, but it gnawed at him, deepening the void.

And then, there was you.

Part two: A Shared Loneliness

You were not so different from Sebastian. Born into a world where everyone had a destined partner, you had grown up with the same stories, the same hopes. But, like Sebastian, you had never felt that fateful connection. The years went by, and with each passing birthday, your hope dimmed.

It wasn't that you were unhappy; you had a good life, a solid career, friends who loved you. But there was a piece missing, a shadow that followed you no matter how bright the day. You were certain that you would never find your soulmate, that you would forever be the one left behind.

People tried to comfort you, to tell you that perhaps your soulmate was still out there, waiting to be found. But you had stopped believing in those words long ago. You went through the motions, attending weddings, celebrating friends' and siblings' soulmate connections, but inside, you were numb.

The idea of soulmates had once filled you with hope, but now it was a burden, a cruel joke that life had played on you. And so, you threw yourself into your work, into your passions, trying to fill the void with anything that could distract you from the painful truth.

It was your love of racing that brought you to Monaco that fateful weekend. As a lifelong fan of Formula 1, you had always dreamed of attending the Monaco Grand Prix, the crown jewel of the racing calendar. The glittering harbor, the streets transformed into a high-speed circuit, the world’s best drivers navigating the treacherous corners—it was everything you had imagined.

You were there to enjoy the race, to lose yourself in the speed and the spectacle. You had no idea that your life was about to change forever.

Part three: The Collision

Monaco was buzzing with excitement as the race weekend began. The narrow streets were packed with spectators, the air filled with the sounds of engines revving and fans cheering. You wandered through the paddock, trying to soak it all in, feeling a rare sense of peace as you lost yourself in the world of racing.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was in a foul mood. The track had always been one of his favorites, but this year, it felt different. The usual thrill was overshadowed by a persistent sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, something important. It gnawed at him, making him restless and irritable.

He was walking through the paddock, his mind elsewhere, when it happened. You were turning the corner, your attention caught by a display of racing memorabilia, when you collided with something—no, someone—solid. The impact sent you stumbling, your heart racing from the sudden jolt.

Sebastian barely registered the collision until he looked down and saw you. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. You were just a stranger, someone he had never seen before, and yet…

You felt it too. That strange, inexplicable pull, like a magnetic force drawing you closer to him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the same shock, the same recognition that you were feeling.

Sebastian blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of emotions. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, was it? He had always imagined that meeting his soulmate��if it ever happened—would be a grand, cinematic moment. But this? This was something else entirely. It was messy and confusing and utterly real.

You didn’t say anything, neither did he. Words felt unnecessary, even impossible in that moment. But as you stood there, staring at each other, the crowd and noise of the paddock faded into the background. There was only you and him, and the undeniable connection that sparked between you.

Sebastian was the first to speak, his voice a low, uncertain murmur. “I’m sorry… are you okay?”

You nodded, still trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… surprised, I guess.”

He chuckled, a soft, almost nervous sound. “Surprised would be an understatement.”

There was a pause, a beat of silence that felt loaded with meaning. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the same questions swirling in your own thoughts. Could it be? Was this really happening?

Finally, Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t know if this is crazy, but… do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a coffee or something? I think we need to talk.”

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips. “I think you’re right.”

Part four: Discovering the Truth

The café was tucked away in a quiet corner of Monaco, far from the noise and chaos of the race weekend. It was the perfect place to talk, to try and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had taken you both by surprise.

You sat across from each other, two strangers bound by a connection you couldn’t explain. The initial awkwardness gave way to a tentative conversation, each of you sharing your stories, your fears, your doubts. It was surreal, how easy it was to open up to him, how natural it felt to be with him.

Sebastian listened intently as you told him about your life, your struggle to come to terms with the idea that you might never find your soulmate. It was a struggle he knew all too well, and as he shared his own experiences, you realized just how similar your journeys had been.

“So,” you said, stirring your coffee absently, “do you think this is it? That we’re… soulmates?”

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I don’t know. Everything I’ve been told about soulmates makes this seem… different. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe we’re not meant to fit into the same mold as everyone else.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. This connection, whatever it was, didn’t feel like the stories you had heard growing up. It was more complex, more real. It wasn’t about instant love or perfection. It was about finding someone who understood you, who shared your fears and your hopes.

As the conversation continued, you felt the walls you had built around yourself start to crumble. With Sebastian, there was no need to pretend, no need to hide your loneliness or your doubts. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way that no one else ever had.

And slowly, the fear that had been with you for so long began to fade, replaced by something new. It wasn’t the all-consuming, fairy-tale love that you had been led to expect. It was something quieter, something deeper—a connection built on shared experiences, on understanding and empathy.

By the time you left the café, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the streets of Monaco. As you walked side by side, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for years. You didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, you were okay with that.

Sebastian glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “So… where do we go from here?”

You returned his smile, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. “Wherever we want, I guess. Together?”

He nodded, a look of quiet determination in his eyes. “Together.”

And with that, the two of you walked into the night, leaving behind the fears and doubts that had haunted you for so long. You didn’t have all the answers, but you had each other, and for now, that was enough.

**Bonus Chapter: Future Dreams**

A few years had passed since that magical time in Switzerland, and your life with Sebastian had become everything you’d ever hoped for. The two of you had settled into a rhythm that was both exciting and comforting, filled with laughter, love, and a sense of contentment that you’d never known before.

But recently, you had felt something shift inside you, a new longing that had taken root in your heart. It started out small, just a fleeting thought here and there, but it had grown stronger with each passing day.

The catalyst had been a simple moment—watching Sebastian interact with children at a charity event. He had always been good with kids, but that day, as you stood on the sidelines and watched him crouch down to talk to a little boy who couldn’t have been older than five, something inside you clicked. The way he smiled at the child, the gentle tone of his voice, the easy laughter they shared—it made your heart swell with love for him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

You could picture it so clearly: Sebastian as a father, his strong, gentle hands cradling a tiny baby, his eyes filled with the same warmth and love that he always showed you. The image was so vivid, so real, that it took your breath away.

From that moment on, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of having children with Sebastian, of starting a family together, consumed your thoughts. You imagined what it would be like to hold your own child in your arms, to see Sebastian’s smile reflected in their eyes, to build a future that included more than just the two of you.

Sebastian, ever intuitive, noticed the change in you almost immediately. He saw the way your gaze lingered on families when you were out together, the way your hand would rest on your stomach as if imagining what it would be like to carry a child. He didn’t say anything at first, wanting to give you space to sort through your feelings, but he was more attuned to you than ever.

One evening, after a particularly heartwarming day spent with friends and their children, Sebastian gently broached the subject as the two of you were getting ready for bed. You were brushing your hair in front of the mirror when you caught his reflection behind you, his eyes soft as he watched you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Can we talk about something?”

You set down the brush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been different lately… thinking about something. I think I know what it is, but I want to hear it from you.”

You turned in his arms to face him, your heart pounding. “I’ve been thinking about us, about our future,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “About… starting a family.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. “You’ve been thinking about having kids,” he said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I have. I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. Seeing you with children, the way you are with them… it makes me want that for us. I want to give you that, Seb. I want to have a family with you.”

His expression softened even more, a look of pure love and adoration filling his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he confessed, his voice tender. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up, but I wanted to make sure you were ready.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached up to hold his hands, squeezing them gently. “I’m ready, Sebastian. More than anything, I want to build a life with you that includes children, a family.”

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, as if sealing the promise you had just made to each other. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled, that soft, heart-melting smile that had made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Then let’s do it,” he whispered. “Let’s make a family together.”

That night, after your heartfelt conversation, you found yourselves wrapped up in each other, a sense of unity stronger than ever before. As you lay together in the quiet of your bedroom, Sebastian's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

But there was something more in the air tonight—a different kind of intensity. The love between you had always been passionate, but this felt deeper, more purposeful, as if the shared dream of creating a family had added a new layer to your bond.

You turned to face him, your heart full as you looked into his eyes. "Sebastian," you whispered, your voice a little shaky from the emotions swirling inside you, "I want to start now. I don’t want to wait any longer."

His eyes darkened with understanding, and without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The kiss quickly deepened, fueled by the desire that had been simmering between you all evening.

Sebastian rolled over, pinning you beneath him with a gentle but firm hold, his gaze locking onto yours. “Are you sure?” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a raw emotion that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, your hands moving to slide under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “More sure than I’ve ever been,” you replied, your voice breathless with anticipation.

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, his hands moving to explore your body with an urgency that made your pulse quicken. The world outside your little cocoon seemed to disappear as you lost yourselves in each other, every touch, every caress charged with the knowledge that you were creating something new, something beautiful together.

Clothes were shed quickly, almost frantically, as the desire between you became a tidal wave that you couldn’t hold back. Sebastian’s hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The way he looked at you, with such reverence and need, made your heart swell with love for him.

When he finally settled above you, his body pressed against yours, the intensity of the moment hit you both. There was a brief pause, a shared breath as you both realized what this meant—this wasn’t just another night together, it was the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a journey you were both eager to embark on.

With a whispered “I love you,” Sebastian moved, and the two of you became one, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The passion between you was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love sending you spiraling higher. It was as if you could feel the future being written in that moment, your hearts beating in time as you both gave yourselves fully to each other.

As the intensity built, your hands gripped onto Sebastian’s shoulders, your body arching into his as you both reached the edge. And when you finally tipped over into bliss, it was like nothing you had ever felt before—deeper, more profound, a connection that went beyond the physical and into something almost spiritual.

You cried out his name, your voice filled with love and wonder, and Sebastian followed soon after, his own voice breaking as he whispered your name in return. The two of you held each other tightly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, your bodies trembling with the force of it, your hearts full to bursting.

When the world slowly came back into focus, you found yourselves still wrapped up in each other, your breathing heavy, your skin damp with sweat. But there was a sense of peace that settled over you, a deep, abiding contentment that came from knowing you were on this journey together.

Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked at you. “You’re going to be an amazing mother,” he whispered, his voice filled with certainty.

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you smiled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “And you’re going to be the best father,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion.

He kissed you softly, and then pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, and it soothed you, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment.

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[im-an-anthusiast]

Who, me? 

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Anthusiast, Ant, or perhaps Felix. Not as far as legal documents are considered, but what are you, a cop?

Yours truly is a queer in a homophobic Hellhole, so, yes, I am Gay AND European. I'm a he/they/it bisexual with some gender fuckery going on. You can honestly tell all this simply thanks to the fact that I look like the mafioso of the Alphabet Mafia if it was a real Mafia.

I either talk like this, this being the most pretentious Fuck to grace this Plane of Existence, or like God's silliest, most pathetic, whimsical plaything. I tend to monologue, rant, or both.

I have quite a few obsessions interests!

Writing! I write poetry and about my WIP. I even have a Masterlist!

Blood, flesh, and the cannibalistic, anthropophagical consumption of it.

Insects, especially ants!

Roleplay and acting. I also highly enjoy Systems, so I adore TTRPGs. Pathfinder 2e and DnD 5e are personal favs.

bideo bames. I hold a special love for RPG and FPS games. My favs include Warframe, Baldur's Gate 3, and Fallout: New Vegas.

Visual Novels and Interactive Fictions. Cove my beloved.

Mythology and folklore are wonderful. I'm especially big on Greek mythos, but I love all of em. Japanese folk tales might be the most immediately concerning. The Farmer and the Badger, man...

I quite enjoy reading.

My beautiful flower!!! My gorgeous husband-to-be!!! My amazing boyfriend!!!! My very favourite, my @irishfry

I enjoy some Media

Books

Grew up on the Skulduggery Pleasant series

A Monster Calls is my favourite ever book. Made me bawl.

Love the Mistborn Series

Absolutely adore the Godkiller series. It legitimately feels tailored for me

Magnus Chase

Demon Road

Shows/Podcasts

Dimension 20

Game Changer

dropout.tv content as a whole

Red vs. Blue (where do you think I got my name?)

Malevolent

In my life and work both I am plagued by these motifs, and thus mention them (too) often

Blood, flesh, scars

Self-harm, self-sacrifice, self-destruction and related tendencies

Gold, talent, being good enough

Ink

Obsession (itself)

God-hood

Sweetness

Familial trauma

I use tags sometimes btw

#signed; fa - writing tag

#Felix's Friends - dedicated poetry tag

#Felix's Fashion - outfit tag

#ant talks ants - insect rant tag

#my flesh eating son and #yeah albion; #maxwell minnhett my son and #maxwell my dear and #maxwell my beloved; #santi my dear thing; #erin my dear; #calixte my sweet little child; #thomas dearest. - oc tags. that I'll clean up. eventually

Lastly, though most importantly, these are the people whom I love with all of my heart

@irishfry!!! My beautiful flower <3

@magnoliasandarson! My winged victory <3

@the-lights-are-loud! My amazing mum <3

@squishykitty825! My dearest sister <3

@sleepy-boything-shit! My beloved brother <3

@rustycamo! My favourite author <3

@uwathebestgirl! My adorable puppygirl <3

@outlying-hyppocrate! My fraternal faggot <3

@118sexen! My melodious musician <3

@f4y3w00d5! My sweet hun <3

[drak3n]

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE: PROLOGUE

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: the launching of a new platform magically re-connecting seperated people has shaken the entirety of social media. after many months of contemplation and denial, you give in to your urges.

ꨄ. SENA’S NOTE: this merely serves as a way to introduce all eight parts of the mini-series! as they’re all characters from different fandoms, there clearly won’t be names or any specific action in this! so this is a little short :)

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE MASTERLIST

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

everywhere.

it was everywhere you went. following you around like it was your shadow, cornering you at any given possibility.

you knew the drill. once something went viral anywhere, it would stick around for some time and then be forgotten.

that wasn’t the case with this damn live show. not at all. the first time it had been announced on international tv must have been ages ago, like around the beginning of the year. yet, the hype never seemed to die down, with more and more people freaking out online and in real life about how it changed their lives.

you were convinced it was a scam. like come on, who even believed in a fairy tale like that? being reunited with a lost lover, or any kind of lover who it didn’t work out with?

there was a reason it hadn’t worked out. because if there wasn’t, you’d still surely be with that person.

it started with trailers being shown on every channel you zipped through, announcing free slots for their newest season and putting emphasis on their confidentiality. how people had the choice to stay anonymous while spilling their private and embarrassing matters to so-called love experts.

such bullshit.

now, it went way past that. you ended up avoiding watching tv, just to literally be haunted by that cursed show in other ways. through flyers and stickers flying around, through posters hung up on subway stations and even inside of said subways, hell, a couple of days ago, there was even an airship promoting it.

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE. a silly name for a concept just as silly as that.

what did you have to do again to apply?

right, as if there was any way of forgetting with how much your coworkers were babbling about it. they made sure to remind you of that every day.

“i’m still thinking if i should just call them the next time and try my luck,” you heard one of many tell another while you were waiting in the line for your lunch. “i really, really want to make up with my ex. they’re my only hope.”

their conversation went on for many more minutes, and you were glad when you finally were next in line to greet the lunch lady with a tired smile. as she filled your tray in a halfhearted manner, your smile quickly faded away upon hearing her talk to a fellow worker behind the counters.

“my son and his teenage love reconciled after he applied there. they are awaiting their first child soon!” the elderly woman gushed while placing a cup of pudding onto your tray, waiting for you to scan your employee id before you shuffled away from the line to plop down on an empty space in the crowded lunch hall.

it was all the same. love, love, love. always those same old problems. getting dumped, being abandoned, or doing the dumping and abandoning.

regret, sadness, frustration, desperation.

you came home that sane evening with thoughts plaguing your mind; with the big question if those were all signs for you to see. if everything you’d been hearing and seeing for these past couple of months were meant to open your eyes, somehow. to get the hint.

making a beeline to your bedroom, your eyes darted to the package placed on your bed. still untouched and waiting to be sent. the pastel pink stamp had been placed on the corner of the box yesterday by you. those fuckers made so much money with their hit show that they distributed stamps, to force them to send more drama their way for them to indulge in.

it was stupid that you had even put in the effort to package what was meant to have been tossed away long ago. it might or might not have been long yet, but why did you keep that?

as a writer, you couldn’t contain yourself. even back then, you had always known you’d end up becoming anything connected to writing, journaling, whatever. it was almost annoying how you used to document all those feelings you couldn’t put into words.

specifically writing letters had always been your passion. writing down your heartbreaks and grief into words and making them come to life on paper.

words you failed to tell him.

the recipients were all written on the envelopes inside the box, some years ago, and some recently, and you didn’t even know if they were still the same addresses.

for some, you knew for sure they weren’t.

even if the cast of TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE — if they picked you, that is — wouldn’t find their current addresses, you were for sure going to be relieved. those letters had been a significant burden on your heart ever since you had written them.

for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel any kind of satisfaction from writing. these letters existed to be sent. and you were realizing it just now.

they were meant to be read aloud, understood. they had to be read by others for you to be at peace with your unresolved feelings.

the very next morning, you handed the package to the post office, bidding farewell to years of bottled-up and hidden feelings.

it wasn’t until a week later that you received a letter, with the same pink stamp and sender the same you had sent your letters to. you found yourself reading it in front of the door to your apartment:

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

dear contestant,

we thank you for your package and were enthralled to read about your experiences. upon short discussions within our team of experts, we soon decided to choose your case to present in our next live airing, which is going to be this saturday!

the letters have already been sent out to their respective addresses — some of which we had to adjust as there have been changes.

it is up to you if you want to join us for our next airing — it be via call or even by showing up at our studio! we will welcome you in any case and make sure you will reunite with one of your lost loves.

please do not worry, as we will handle all of your data with the utmost care and make sure that none of it is leaked for other purposes.

up until then, stay lovely and trust the process!

ꨄ. your TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE cast

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

PROCEED TO OPEN LETTER

THE LOST LOVE ꨄ TOJI FUSHIGURO

THE ONE NIGHT STAND ꨄ HIROMI HIGURUMA

THE NEMESIS ꨄ ATSUMU MIYA

THE BEST FRIEND ꨄ KEN RYUGYJI

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS GONE WRONG ꨄ SHUJI HANMA

THE FORBIDDEN LOVE ꨄ LEVI ACKERMAN

RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIMING ꨄ TOUYA TODOROKI

THE BOY NEXT DOOR ꨄ SHOUEI BAROU

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[otherworlds-inside-my-mind]

Xenofiction (& similar) Media Masterpost

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Literature

A

Age of Fire - E. E. Knight

Adventure Lit their Star - Kenneth Allsop

Alien in a Small Town - Jim Cleaveland

Alien Chronicles (Literature) - Deborah Chester

Animal Farm - George Orwell

Animorphs - K. A. Applegate

Am an Owl - Martin Hocke

At Winters End - Robert Silverberg

Avonoa - H.R.B. Collotzi

Astrid and Cerulean: A Parrot Fantasy - Parasol Marshall-Crowley

A Wolf for a Spell - Karah Sutton

The African Painted Wolf Novels - Alexander Kendziorski

The Alchemist's Cat - Robin Jarvis

The Amazing Maurice and his educated rodents - Terry Pratchet

The Amity Incident - C. M. Weller

The Ancient Solitary Reign - Martin Hocke

The Animals of Farthing Wood series - Colin Dann

The Art of Racing in the Rain - Garth Stein

The Author of Acacia Seeds and Other Extracts from the Journal of Therolinguistics - Ursula K. Le Guin

A Magical Cat Named Kayla: Whiskers of Enchantment -Carlos Juárez [AI Cover]*

The Animal Story Book - Various Authors [Editor: Andrew Lang]

Abenteuer im Korallenriff - Antonia Michaelis [DE]

B

Bambi: A life in the forest & Bambi Children - Felix Salten

Bamboo Kingdom series - Erin Hunter

Bazil Broketail - Christopher Rowley

Beak of the Moon & Dark of the Moon - Philip Temple

Bears of the Ice series - Kathryn Lasky

Beasts of New York - Jon Evans

Beautiful Joe - Margaret Marshall Saunders

Beyond Acacia Ridge - Amy Clare Fontaine

Birddom - Clive Woodall

Bird Brain - Guy Kennaway

Black Beauty - Anna Sewell

Blitzcat - Robert Westall

Blizzard Winds - Paul Koch

Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells

Braver: A Wombat's Tale - Suzanne Selfors & Walker Ranson

Bravelands series- Erin Hunter

Broken Fang - Rutherford Montgomery

Bunnicula series - Deborah Howe & James Howe

Burning Stars - Rurik Redwolf

A Black Fox Running - Brian Carter

A Blue So Loud - Tuesday

The Ballard of The Belstone Fox - David Rook

The Bear - James Curwood

The Bees - Laline Paull

The Biography of a Silver Fox - Ernest Thompson Seton

The Blue Cat of Castle Town - Catherine Cate Coblentz

The Book Of Chameleons - José Eduardo Agualusa

The Book of the Dun Cow - Walter Wangerin Jr.

The Book of Night with Moon - Diane Duane

The Books of the Named series - Clare Bell

The Bug Wars - Robert Asprin

The Builders - Daniel Polansky

C

Call of the wild - Jack London

Callanish - William Horwood

Catwings - Ursula K. Le Guin

Cat Diaries: Secret Writings of the MEOW Society - Betsy Byars, Betsy Duffey & Laurie Myers

Cat House - Michael Peak

Cat Pack - Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Cats in the city of Plague - A.L Marlow

Celestial Heir series - Chester Young

Charlotte's Web - E. B. White

Chet and Bernie mysteries - Spencer Quinn

Chia The Wildcat - Joyce stranger

Child of the Wolves - Elizabeth Hall

Clarice the Brave - Lisa McMann

Cry of the Wild - Charles Foster

Coyote's Wild Home - Barbara Kingsolver; Lily Kingsolver & Paul Mirocha

Coyote Series - Michael Bergey

Crocuta - Katelyn Rushe

Coorinna: A Novel of the Tasmanian Uplands - Erle Wilson

Cujo - Steven King

The Calatians Series - Tim Susman

The Cats of Roxville station - Jean Craighead Georde

The Chanur Novels - C. J. Cherryh

The Cold Moons - Aeron Clement

The Color of Distance || Through Alien Eyes - Amy Thomson

The Conquerors - Timothy Zahn

The Council of Cats - R. J. F.

The Cricket in Times Square - George Selden

The Crimson Torch - Angela Holder

The Crossbreed - Allan Eckert

The Crucible of Time - John Brunner

D

Darkeye series - Lydia West

Deadlands: The Hunted - Skye Melki-Wegner

Demon of Undoing - Andrea I. Alton

Desert Dog - Jim Kjelgaard

Dinotopia - James Gurney, Alan Dean Foster

Doglands - Tim Willocks

Dimwood Forest series - Avi

A Dog's Life: The Autobiography of a Stray - Ann M. Martin

A Dog's Porpoise Duology - M. C. Ross

Dogs of the Drowned City - Dayna Lorentz

A Dog's Purpose series - W. Bruce Cameron

Dolphin Way: Rise of the Guardians - Mark Caney

Domino - Kia Heavey

Douglas' Diary - Andrew John

DragonFire series - Lewis Jones Davies

Dragon Fires Rising - Marc Secchia

Dragon Hoard and Other Tales of Faerie - Cathleen Townsend

Dragons and Skylines series - Rowan Silver

Dragon Prayers - M.J. McPike

Dragons of Mother Stone series - Melissa McShane

Dragon Girls Series - Maddy Mara

The Deptford Mice series - Robin Jarvis

The Dogs of the Spires series - Ethan Summers

The Dragons of Solunas series - H. Leighton Dickson

The Duncton Chronicles - William Horwood

The Destiny of Dragons - J.F.R. Coates

The Diary Of A House Cat - Ileana Dorobantu

Dogtown - Katherine Applegate & Gennifer Choldenko

Die schwarze Tigerin - Peer Martin [DE]

Die weiße Wölfin - Vanessa Walder [DE]

Die Wilden Hunde Von Pompeii - Helmut Krausser [DE]

Das wilde Mäh - Vanessa Walder [DE]

E

The Eyes and the Impossible - Dave Eggers

Eclosión - Arturo Balseiro [ES]

Ein Seehund findet nach Hause - Antonia Michaelis [DE]

F

Fantastic Mr. Fox - Roald Dahl

Faithful Ruslan - Georgi Vladimov

Feather and Bone: The Crow Chronicles - Clem Martini

Feathers & Flames series - John Bailey

Felidae series (1) - Akif Pirinçci

Fifteen Rabbits - Felix Salten

Fire, Bed & Bone - Henrietta Branford

Fire of the Phoenix - Azariah Jade

Fluke - James Herbert

Firefall series - Peter Watts

Firebringer - David Clement-Davies

Flush: A Biography Book - Virginia Woolf

Fox - Glyn Frewer

Foxcraft series - Inbali Iserles

Frightful’s Mountain - Jeanie Craighead George

Frost dancers: A story of hares - Garry Kilworth

The Familiars series - Adam Jay Epstein

The Fifth - Saylor Ferguson

The Firebringer series - Meredith Ann Pierce

The Fox and The Hound - Daniel P. Mannix

The Forges of Dawn - E. Kinsey

Freundschaft im Regenwald - Peer Martin [DE]

(1) Felidae's Author - Akif Pirinçci - is known to be a Xenophobic, Anti-muslim, Anti-Lgbt and Extreme Right-Wing guy (A N4zi by his on words). Won't be going onto details just know he has a non-fiction work called "Germany Gone Mad: The Crazy Cult around Women, Homosexuals and Immigrants." His works has been out of print ever since.

G

Guardian Cats and the lost books of Alexandria - Rahma Krambo

Guardians of Ga'Hoole series - Kathryn Lasky

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Griffin Quest - Sophie Torro

Gryphon Insurrection series - K. Vale Nagle

The Ghost and It's Shadow - Shaun Hick

The Golden Eagle - Robert Murphy

The Golem and the Jinni - Helene Wecker

The Good Dog - Newbery Medalist

The Guardian Herd series - Jennifer Lynn Alvarez

The Goodbye Cat - Hiro Arikawa

The Great Timbers - James A. Kane

H

Haunt Fox - Jim Kjelgaard

Haven: A Small Cat's Big Adventure - Megan Wagner Lloyd

Heavenly Horse series - Mary Stanton

Hive - Ischade Bradean

Horses of Dawn series - Kathryn Lasky

House of Tribes - Garry Kilworth

Hunter's Moon/Foxes of First dark - Garry Kilworth

Hunters Universe series - Abigail Hilton

A Hare at Dark Hollow - Joyce Stranger

The Hundred and One Dalmatians & The Starlight Barking - Dodie Smith

The Hunt for Elsewhere - Beatrice Vine

Hollow Kingdom Duology - Kira Jane Buxton

I

I am a Cat - Natsume Sōseki

I, Scheherezade: Memoirs of a Siamese Cat - Douglass Parhirst

In the Long Dark - Brian Carter

The Incredible Journey - Sheila Burnford

Im Reich der Geparde - Kira Gembri [DE]

J

Joe Grey series - Shirley Rousseau Murphy

Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Bach & Russell Munson

Julie of the Wolves - Jeanie Craighead George

The Jungle Book - Rudyard Kipling

Journey to the West - Wu Cheng'en

K

Kävik the Wolf Dog - Walt Morey

Kazan duology - James Curwood

Kine Saga - Alan Lloyd

Kona's Song - Louise Searl

The Killers - Daniel P. Mannix

Kindred of the Wild - Charles G.D Roberts

König der Bären - Vanessa Walder [DE]

L

Lassie Come-Home - Eric Knight

Last of the Curlews - Fred Bodsworth

Lazy Scales - D.M. Gilmore

Legends of Blood series - Ethan Summers

A Legend of Wolf Song - George Stone

Luna the Lone Wolf - Forest Wells

Lupus Rex - John Carter Cash

Lutapolii: White Dragon of the South - Deryn Pittar

The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle

The Labrador Pact & The Last Family in England - Matt Haig

The Last Dogs - Christopher Holt

The Last Eagle - Daniel P. Mannix

The Last Great Auk - Allan Eckert

The Last Monster on Earth - L.J. Davies

The Life Story of a Fox - J. C. Tregarthen

The Lost Rainforest series - Eliot Schrefer & Emilia Dziubak

The Lost Domain - Martin Hocke

The Last Whales: A Novel - Lloyd Abbey

M

Mammoth Trilogy - Stephen Baxter

Manxmouse: The Mouse Who Knew No Fear - Paul Gallico

Marney the Fox - Scott Goodall & John Stokes

Mattie: The story of a hedgehog - Norman Adams, & G.D. Griffiths

Matriarch: Elephant vs. T-Rex - Roz Gibson

Midnight's Sun - Garry Kilworth

Migon - P.C. Keeler

Minado The Devil - Dog - Erle Wilson

Monkey Wars - Richard Kurti

Mouseheart Series - Lisa Fiedler

The Mistmantle chronicles - M.I. McAllister

The Mountain Lion - Robert Murphy

The Mouse Butcher - Dick King-Smith

The Mouse Protectors Series - Olly Barrett

Maru - Die Reise der Elefanten - Kira Gembri [DE]

N

New Springtime series - Robert Silverberg

Nightshade Chronicles - Hilary Wagner

Nugly - M. C. Ross

Nuru und Lela - Das Wunder der Wildnis - Kira Gembri [DE]

O

Old One-Toe - Michel-Aimé Baudouy

Of Birds and Branches - Frances Pauli

Outlaw Red - Jim Kjelgaard

The Old Stag - Henry Williamson

The One and Only Ivan - Katherine Applegate

P

Painted Flowers - Caitlin Grizzle

Pax & Pax: Journey Home - Sara Pennypacker

Petrichor - C.E. Wright

The Plague Dogs - Richard Adams

The Pit - Elaine Ramsay

Pride Wars Series - Matt Laney

A Pup Called Trouble - Bobbie Pyron

The Peregryne Falcon - Robert Murphy

Pork and Others - Cris Freddi

Q

Queen in the Mud - Maari

Quill and Claw series - Kathryn Brown

R

Rak: The story of an Urban Fox - Jonathon Guy

Ramblefoot by Ken Kaufman

Rats of Nimh series - Robert C. O'Brien

Raven Quest - Sharon Stewart

Ravenspell Series - David Farland

Raptor Red - Robert T. Bakker

Red Fox - Charles G. D. Roberts

Redwall series - Brian Jacques

Rose in a Storm - Jon Katz

Rufus - Rutherford Montgomery

Run With the Wind series - Tom McCaughren

Runt - Marion Dane Baeur

Rustle in the Grass - Robin Hawdon

Rusty - Joyce Stranger

The Remembered War series - Robert Vane

The Rescuers series - Margery Sharp

The Red Stranger - David Stephen

The River Singers & The Rising - Tom Moorhouse

The Road Not Taken - Harry Turtledove,

The Running Foxes - Joyce Stranger

Revier der Raben - Vanessa Walder [DE]

S

Salar the Salmon - Henry Williamson

Scary Stories for Young Foxes Duology - Christian McKay Heidicker

Scaleshifter series - Shelby Hailstone Law

Shadow Walkers - Russ Chenoweth

Scream of the White Bears - David Clement-Davies

Seekers saga - Erin Hunter

Serpentia Series - Frances Pauli

Shadows in the Sky - Pete Cross

Shark Wars Series - EJ Altbacker

Silverwing series - Kenneth Oppel

Silver Brumby series - Elyne Mitchell

Sirius - Olaf Stapledon

SkyTalons Series - Sophie Torro

Solo's Journey - Joy Aiken Smith

Sky Hawk - Gill Lewis

Snow Dog - Jim Kjelgaard

Song of the River - Soinbhe Lally

Spirit of the West series - Kathleen Duey

Survivors series - Erin Hunter

Stray - A.N Wilson

String Lug the Fox - David Stephen

Swashbuckling Cats: Nine Lives on the Seven Seas - Rhonda Parrish & Co.

Swordbird series - Nancy Yi Fan

The Sheep-Pig - Dick King-Smith

The Sight & Fell - David Clement-Davies

The Silent Sky - Allan Eckert

The Silver Claw - Garry Kilworth

The Stoner Eagles - William Horwood

The Stink Files - Jennifer L. Holm & Jonathan Hamel

The Snowcat Prince - Dina Norlund

The Story Of A Seagull And The Cat Who Taught Her To Fly - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a Snail Who Discovered the Importance of Being Slow - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a dog called Leal - Luis Sepúlveda

The Story of a Red Deer - John Fortescue

The Summer King Chronicles - Jess E. Owen

Schogul, Rächer der Tiere - Birgit Laqua [DE]

Stadt der Füchse - Vanessa Walder [DE]

T

Tailchaser's Song - Tad Williams

Tarka the Otter - Henry Williamson

Three Bags Full - Leonnie Swann

Thy Servant a Dog - Rudyard Kipling

Tomorrow's Sphinx - Clare Bell

Torn Ear - Geoffrey Malone

Thor - Wayne Smith

Trickster -  Tom Moorhouse

Two Dogs and a Horse - Jim Kjelgaard

The Tale of Despereaux - Kate DiCamillo

The Travelling Cat Chronicles - Hiro Arikawa

The Trilogy of the Ants - Bernard Werber

The Trumpet of the Swan - E. B. White

The Tusk That Did the Damage - Tania James

The Tygrine cat - Inbali Iserles

U

Ultimate Dragon Saga - Graham Edwards

Under the Skin - Michel Faber

V

Varjak Paw duology - S.F Said

Vainqueur the Dragon series - Maxime J. Durand

W

War Bunny series - Christopher St. Jhon

War Horse - Michael Morpurgo

War Queen - Illthylian

Warrior Cats series - Erin Hunter

Watership Down/Tales of Watership Down - Richard Adams

Ways of Wood Folk - William J. Long

Welkin Weasels series - Garry Kilworth

West of Eden - Harry Harrison

Whalesong Trilogy - Robert Siegel

Whale - Jeremy Lucas

Whispers in the Forest - Barbara Coultry

White Wolf - Henrietta Branford

White Fang - Jack London

White Fox Series - Jiatong Chen

Wings trilogy - Don Conroy

Wild Lone - Denys Watkins-Pitchford

Wild Animals I Have Known - Ernest Thompson Seton

Willow Tree Wood Series - J. S. Betts

Wings of Fire series - Tui T. Sutherland

Winterset Hollow - Jonathan Edward Durham

Wolf: The Journey Home | Hungry for Home: A Wolf Odyssey - Asta Bowen

Wolf Brother series - Michelle Paver

Wolf Chronicles - Dorothy Hearst

Wolves of the Beyond Series - Kathryn Lasky

Woodstock Saga - Michael Tod

A Whale of the Wild - Rosanne Parry

A Wolf Called Wander - Rosanne Parry

The Waters of Nyra - Kelly Michelle Baker

The Wolves of Elementa series - Sophie Torro

The Wolves of Time - William Horwood

The Wolf Chronicles Series - Teng Rong

The Way of Kings - Louise Searl

The White Bone - Barbara Gowdy

The White Fox/Singing Tree - Brian Parvin

The White Puma - Ronald Lawrence

The Wild Road & The Golden Cat - Gabriel King

The Wildings & The Thousand names of darkness - Nilanjana Roy

The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

The Wind Protect You - Pat Murphy

The Wolves of Paris - Daniel P. Mannix

Y

Yellow eyes - Rutherford Montgomery

The Year Of The Dinosaur - Edwin H. Colbert

Z

Zones of Thought series - Vernor Vinge

Z-Verse series by R.H

Comic Books/Graphic Novels

Animosity - Marguerite Bennett

Age of Reptiles - Ricardo Delgado

Legend - Samuel Sattin Koehler

Mouse Guard - David Petersen

Pride of Baghdad - Brian K. Vaughan & Niko Henrichon

Rover Red Charlie - Garth Ennis & Michael Dipascale

Stray Dogs - Tony Fleecs & Trish Forstner

We3 - Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely

Beasts of Burden - Evan Dorkin & Jill Thompson

LOBO: Canine Crusader of the Metal Wasteland - Macs-World-Ent

The Sandman: Dream of a Thousand Cats - Neil Gaiman

Animal Castle - Xavier Dorison & Felix Delep

Blacksad Series - Juan Díaz Canales & Juanjo Guarnido

Scurry - Mac Smith

The Snowcat Prince - Dina Norlund

Rankless - Maggie Lightheart

Animal Pound - Tom King & Peter Gross

Animal Castle - Xavier Dorison & Felix Delep

BlackSad - Juan Díaz Canales & Juanjo Guarnido

Picture Books

Steve the Dung Beetle: On a Roll - Susan R. Stoltz & Melissa Bailey

Hot Dog - Doug Salati

The Rock from the Sky - Jon Klassen

Whoever Heard of a Flying Bird? - David Cunliffe & Ivan Barrera

A Cat Named Whiskers - Shana Gorian

Ocean Tales Children's Books Series - Sarah Cullen & Zuzana Sbodová

Jake the Growling Dog - Samantha Shannon

Indie Written Works

Fins Above Series - MIROYMON

Journey of Atlas - Journey of Atlas

Webcomics

A

Africa - Arven92

After Honour - genstaelens

Awka - Nothofagus-obliqua

Arax - Azany

Amarith - Eredhys

The Apple's Echo - Helianthanas

Alone - Magpeyes

B

The Blackblood Alliance - KayFedewa

The Betrothed - Kibisca

Black Tyrant - Zapp-BEAST

Blue - HunterBeingHunted

Beast Tags - TheRoomPet

Spy - Utahraptor93

Be Reflected in my Eyes - Aquene-lupetta

C

Carry your voice - TacoBella

Caelum Sky - ALRadeck

Crescent Wing - Mikaley

Crescent Moonlight - AnimalCrispy

City of Trees - SanjanaIndica

Corpse - doeprince/ratt

D

Darbi - Sherard Jackson

The Devils Demons - Therbis

Doe of Deadwood - Songdogx

Dyten - Therbis

Desperation - PracticelImagination

E

Equus Siderae - Dalgeor

Empyrean - Leonine-Skies

Enchantment - FeralWolf1234

F

Fox Fires - Pipilia

Forget me Not - Nitteh

Fjeld - Dachiia

Felinia - Rainy-bleu

G

Golden Shrike - doeprince/ratt

Ghost of the Gulag - David Derrick Jr.

H

Horse Age - BUGHS-22

Hiraeth - AFlameThatNeverDies

Half-Blood - majkaria

Horns of Light - ThatMoonySky

I

I Hope So - Detective Calico

The Ivory Walk - TacoBella

I'm not Ready - Wolfkingdom372

J

Jet and Harley - doeprince

K

Kestrel Island - Silverphoenix

Kin - Fienduredraws

KuroMonody - IrisBdz

Krystal - Nitteh

The King of Eyes - CloverTailedFox09

L

Legend of Murk - Azany

LouptaOmbra - Loupta Ombra (OngakuK, MlleNugget & joeypony)

Leopards bring rain - Kyriuar

M

Mazes of Filth - petitecanine

Minimal All You Are - mike-princeofstars

N

Nine Riders - SpiriMuse

No Man's Land - TacoBella

Never seen the Day - R3dk3y

Norra - shadowmirku

O

Obsidian Fire - SolinaBright

Oren's Forge - teagangavet

Off-White - Akreon

Out Of Time - IndiWolf

R

Rabbit on the Moon - Songdogx & Nitteh

The Rabbit Hole - Detrah

RunningWolf Mirari - Mirella Menciassi

Raptor - ElenPanter

Redriver - FireTheWolf777

Repeat - Songdogx

The Rabbit's Foot - riri_arts

S

Scurry - Mac Smith

Simbol - Zoba22

Spirit Lock - Animal Crispy

The Sylcoe - Denece-the-sylcoe

Sunder - Aurosoul

T

Tainted Hearts - Therbis

Taxicat - owlburrow

That's Freedom Guyra - Nothofagus-obliqua

Three Corners: A Kitten's Story - Lara Frizzell

Tofauti Sawa - TheCynicalHound

Two of a Kind - ProjectNao

To Catch a Star - SleepySundae

U

Under the Ash Tree - ChevreLune

Uninvited - Nothofagus-obliqua

W

Water Wolves - LuckyStarhun

What Lurks Beneath - ArualMeow

Water Wolves - LuckyStarhun

Wild Wolves - Lombarsi

White Tail - SleepySundae

What's your damage? - FrostedCanid

The Wolves of Chena - Yamis-Art

Waves Always Crash - Hellhunde

The Whale's Heart - Possumteeeth [Warriors Fancomic]

Manga

A Centaur's Life - Murayama Kei

Beastars - Paru Itagaki

Chi's Sweet Home - Kanata Konami

Ginga Series [Silverfang] - Yoshihiro Takahashi

Gon - Masashi Tanaka

Houseki no Kuni | Land of the Lustrous - Haruko Ichikawa

Inugami-Kai - Masaya Hokazono

The Jungle Emperor - Osamu Tezuka

My roommate is a cat - Minatsuki & Asu Futatsuya

Crimsons – The Scarlet Navigators of the Ocean - Kanno Takanori

Rooster Fighter - Shū Sakuratani

Simoun - Shō Aikawa

The Fox & Little Tanuki - Mi Tagawa

Yuria 100 Shiki - Nobuto Hagio

Massugu ni Ikou - Kira

Cat Soup

The Amazing 3

Cat + Gamer - Wataru Nadatani

Animated Series

#

101 Dalmatians: The series & 101 Dalmatian Street

A

A Polar Bear in Love

B

Baja no Studio

Bagi: Monster of Mighty Nature

Bannertail: The Story of Gray Squirrel

Bluey

C

Centaurworld (2021)

Chirin's Bell

Chironup no Kitsune

D

Dokkun Dokkun

E

F

G

Gamba no Bouken

H

Hazbin Hotel

I

Invader ZIM

Inu to Neko Docchi mo Katteru to Mainichi Tanoshii

J

K

King Fang

Koisuru Shirokuma

Kemushi no Boro

Kewang Lantian

Konglong Baobei: Shiluo De Wenming

L

Little Polar Bear

M

Manxmouse's Great Activity

Mitsubachi Maya no Bouken

Mikan Enikki

Massugu ni Ikou -

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Mikan Enikki

N

O

Ore, Tsushima

Okashi na Sabaku no Suna to Manu

P

Primal

Polar Bear Cafe

Q

R

Robotboy (2005)

S

Seton Doubutsuki: Risu no Banner

Simoun

T

The Amazing 3

Tottoko Hamtarou

The Adventure of Qiqi and Keke

Tama & Friends: Third Street Story

U

V

W

Watership Down (2018) & Watership Down (1999)

What's Michael?

Wolf's Rain

Wonder Pets

X

Y

Live-Action/Hybrid show

Fantasy High

A Crown of Candy 

Burrow's End

Good Omens

Webseries

Dinosauria - Dead Sound

My Pride - tribbleofdoom

Whitefall - Chylk

The Stolen Hope - Galemtido

Dragon's Blood - FluffyGinger

Helluva Boss -

Murder Drones -

Short Films

A

Alone a wolf's winter

B

Baja's Studio

Beautiful Name

Burrow

C

Cat Piano

Cat Soup

Chicken Little

D

E

F

Far From the Tree

Ferdinand the Bull

Frypan Jiisan

G

Genji Fantasy: The Cat Fell in Love With Hikaru Genji

Gaitou to Neko

H

Hao Mao Mimi

Houzi Dian Bianpao

I

J

Je T'aime

K

Kitbull

L

Lava

Lambert the sheepish lion

Laoshu Jia Nu

M

Mahoutsukai no Melody

Monmon the Water Spider

Mushroom - Nakagawa Sawako

N

O

Of Mice and Clockworks

Osaru no Tairyou

P

Piper

Q

R

Robin Robin

Rusuban

S

Sauria - Dead Sound

Smash and Grab

Street of Crocodiles

She and Her Cat

Space Neko Theater

Shiroi Zou | White Elephant

Shi | Food

Sugar, With a Story

Straw-saurus NEO

T

The Chair

The Blue Umbrella

The Shell Shocked Egg

The Dog Door

The Dog In The Alley

That's Why They Were Made

U

Ushigaeru

V

W

With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun

X

Y

Z

Zhui Shu

Animated Films

#

101 Dalmatians duology

A

A Monkey's Tale (1999)

All Dogs go to Heaven

The Adventures of Lolo the Penguin

Alpha and Omega saga

An American Tail

The Aristocats

Antz

Animals United

Annabelle's Wish (1997)

Alakazam the great (1960)

B

Back Outback

Balto

Bambi / Bambi II

Bolt

Brother Bear / Brother Bear II

A Bug's Life

The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales

Bee Movie

The Brave Little Toaster

Birds of a Feather

Back to the Forest

C

Cars

Chance

Chicken Run

D

Dinosaur

Speckles: The Tarbosaurus || Dino King: Journey to Fire Mountain

Dumbo

DC League of Super-Pets

E

Elemental

F

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Fantastic Planet

Felidae

The Fox and the Hound

Finding Nemo/Finding Dory

Free Birds

The Fearless Four

G

The Good Dinosaur

Ghost in the Shell

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio

H

Happy Feet/Happy Feet Two

Help! I'm a Fish

Home on the Range

Hoero! Bun Bun Movie

Hokkyoku no Muushika Miishika

I

Ice Age Franchise

Isle of Dogs

I Am T-Rex

J

Jungledyret Hugo

K

Koati

The King of Tibetan Antelope

Kuma no Gakkou trilogy

L

Lady and the Tramp

The Land Before time Franchise

The Last Unicorn

Leafy, A Hen in the wild

Little Big Panda

The Lion King Franchise

Lucky and Zorba

Lilo & Stitch

Luca

Last Day of the Dinosaurs

M

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

Marona's Fantastic Tale

Millionaire Dogs

My Friend Tyranno

Minuscule: Valley of the Lost Ants || Minuscule - Mandibles from Far Away

Mouse and His Child

N

Nezumi Monogatari: George to Gerald no Bouken

O

Oliver & Company

One Stormy Night

Over the Edge

P

Padak

The Plague Dogs

Pompoko

Pinocchio by Guillermo del Toro

Pipi Tobenai Hotaru

R

Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure

Rango

Ratatouille

Raven the Little Rascal

Reynard the Fox (1989)

Rio

Robots

Rock a Doodle

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1998)

The Rabbi’s Cat

S

Samson and Sally

Sahara

The Secret of Nihm

The Secret Life of Pets/The Secret Life of Pets II

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Sheep & Wolves

The Seventh Brother

A Stork's Journey

Stowaways on the Ark

T

A Turtle's Tale

The One and Only Ivan

Toy Story

Twilight of the Cockroaches (1987)

The Trumpet of the Swan

The Enchanted Journey

U

Unico

Underdog

V

Vuk the Little Fox

W

WALL·E

Watership Down (1978)

White Fang

Wizards

The Wild

Wolf Children

Wolfwalkers

X

Y

You Are Umasou

Z

Zootopia

Live Action/CGI Assisted Movies

Au Hasard Balthazar

Beverly Hills Chihuahua franchise

Cats & Dogs franchise

Charlotte's Web

EO

Fluke (1995) - Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Homeward Bound duology (1963 & 1996) - Disney

The Legend of Lobo (1962) - Disney

Strays (2023) - Universal Pictures

Pride (2024) - BBC

101 Dalmatians duology (1996 & 2000)

Documentary

March of the Penguins

Meerkat Manor

Lemur Street

Gangs of Lemur Island

Orangutan Island

Prairie Dog Dynasty

Chimp Empire

Monkey Thieves

Monkey Kingdom

Theather

Cats

Videogames

Animalia Survival - High Brazil Studio

Cattails - Falcon Development

Endling: Extinction is Forever

Gibbon: Beyond the trees - Broken Rules

The Lonesome Fog - Might and Delight

Meadow - Might and Delight

Niche - Stray Fawn Studio

Shelter / Shelter 2/ Shelter 3 - Might and Delight

Paws - Might and Delight

Stray - BlueTwelve Studio

The WILDS - Gluten Free Games

Wolf Quest - eduweb

Golden Treasure: The Great Green - Dreaming Door Studios

Spirit of the North - Infuse Studio

Ōkami - Clover Studio

Rain World - Videocult

Feather - Samurai Punk

Eagle Flight - Ubisoft Montreal Studio

Copoka - Inaccurate Interactive

Untitled Goose Game - House House

PaRappa - NanaOn-Sha

Night in the Woods - Infinite Fall & Secret Lab

Monster Prom - Beautiful Glitch

Them's Fightin' Herds - Mane6

Toontown

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The Beast Within (1/2)

~ Ｖｉｃｅ ＃１ ~

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 

(𝐎𝐜𝐭. 𝟏-𝟔)

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𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦: 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 

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"𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 '𝘐.'"

Ｍｕｓｉｃ：

“𝘉𝘢𝘣����, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴” - 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘓𝘢𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘢

“𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬” - 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

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🐻staring: Beast!Miguel O’Hara x Explorer Fem!Reader

      ✒️preview: 

He cleared his throat, crouching down to your level as you sat on the edge of his bed. “My body is craving a new mate, little twig,” he bluntly stated, his face full of seriousness.

“I haven’t cared about mating in a long while, but you’ve reawakened the urge,” he explained, his hands constantly seeking to touch you, now running along your arms. “So for my… price,” Miguel’s eyes locked onto yours, taking in your emotions that were hard for him to read.

“I want to mate with you, humanita.”

❄️summary: The Monster of the Great Mountains was a tale that spread far and wide—a story of a creature that slaughtered anyone who dared enter the snowy peaks of the Great Mountains. Fueled by the growing fear propagated by the media, you decided to take on this legend. As a supernatural explorer, you sought out hauntings, monsters, and creepy artifacts, determined to prove to the world that they were simply tales told in the dark—nothing more. 

But with your latest discovery, you may soon find that not every story is just a story.

🖤tw/cw: Big Dick Miguel, Blood (Just a smidge), Body Worship, Cock Bulge, Claiming, Cunninglius, Dirty Talk, Gore, Marking, Multiple Organisms, Non-human AU, Olfactophilia, Oral Sex, Ownership, Pussy Worship, Scent Kink, Size Kink, Size Different, Riding, Violence, many more…

🏔️Pet names: Gusano (Worm), Humanita (Little Human), Terca (Stubborn One) 

     📘Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

 🤎 Word Count: 11k words 

Crunch…

Crunch…

Crunch…

The snow cried out beneath the heavy footsteps of the beast. His narrowed eyes glared out into the snowy landscape of the Great Mountains, his home—a place that would never be taken away from him.

It was the middle of winter, the harsh snow season, as the bear beast knew it best.

The chilled breeze rustled his dark brown fur, threatening to send him shivering if it weren't for his heavy coat. His massive form stomped through the snow when his nose caught the scent of…

Smoke…

A deadly growl erupted from him.

Smoke in the Great Mountains meant fire, and fire meant…

Humans…

The bear despised the weak, inferior creatures known as mankind. They were a species that never seemed to die and held a craving that could never be sated, like a crackling, hungry fire in the lowest pits of hell.

Being the guardian of the Great Mountains, Miguel followed the scent. His once slow pace quickened into a run. The beast's massive form was unbothered by the ankle-high snow, trudging through it until the bitter smell was so potent he could taste it on his tongue.

Crouching down, he peered over the hill, spotting a man below, setting up camp. Miguel snarled, watching the human not care at all about how he handled the beast’s sacred land.

Soot from the smoke covered the ground; metal cans lay crumbled while the stupid human babbled and stumbled amongst the garden of aluminum he had created at his feet.

“Foolish, puny human.” 

The beast thought, irritated by the man's obliviousness. Moving from his place, Miguel made his way to the intoxicated man below.

The putrid scent of alcohol, sweat, and piss engulfed the bear, causing a low growl to erupt from his chest. Drool trickled down from his fangs, hungry to rip the human to shreds for plaguing his mountain with their wretched existence and, worse still, for roaming along his lands like they owned it.

With almost silent footsteps, despite his huge size, Miguel approached the slurring man from behind. The wind masked his presence as the human stood, pants drawn low and his puny cock out, pissing upon the ground, turning the once white snow a grotesque yellow.

Without uttering a word or growl, the beast's large hand ripped through the air, grasping the man by the nape and yanking him around to face him.

“What are you doing here in my lands!?” the monster bellowed, his fangs protruding from his mouth and his mahogany eyes darkening in blood rage.

Startled, the man babbled while being held off the ground by his throat like a mere doll, trying to explain in a drunken slur. “H-holy shit! I-i-it's you, the f-fucking…” The human stammered in shock from where he dangled in the air. Miguel’s grip on the man’s throat tightened, causing him to scramble in his hold.

“You will answer me, debilucho!” the bear hollered. “What are you doing in my lands?”

“E-Exploration!” he cried out in terror, his voice cracking as he trembled.

The bear’s nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, body heat rising beyond its usual warm temperature as the human continued. “U-uh…a-a colleague and I w-were sent to explore th-”

A loud roar erupted from the depths of the beast's chest, ringing out through the mountains and instantly bringing soberness back to the fool, silencing him.

Miguel tugged him close, the scent of cold, musk, and wet fur invading the man’s senses. “You humans are a plague,” the beast uttered, the venom unmistakable in his voice. “A sickness that seeks to taint everything it touches.” Miguel growled, his eyes glancing at the filth of bottles and cans the man had left upon the snow; the sight only fueling his fury.

His claws dug into the man’s throat, breaking skin as he held him against the tree's trunk. The human’s tears, screams of agony, and drunken pleas were nothing to the beast; his heart froze solid, just like the snowy hills of the Great Mountains. “If your kind wishes to continue to infect—continue to seek claim of the Great Mountains—my mountains,” the bear snarled, warm blood from the human beginning to stream down his nails and forearms, dripping onto the snow, painting it red.

“I'll happily rip every single one of you apart until the Great Mountains know no other taste but human blood.”

The beast promised in a menacing hiss, determination and bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. The human wheezed in response, hands grabbing at the creature’s arms in desperation to cease the monster’s deadly grip, but his attempts were no use.

The beast watched the lowly being struggle, seeking to breathe air and escape death, despite staring it directly in the face.

Just like all the others…

With a harsh yank of the man’s throat, the beast tore the sensitive flesh from its base, causing blood to spurt everywhere and killing the weak being in a matter of seconds.

With indifference, Miguel watched the liquid soak his pecs and fur a deep red, the warmth of the kill like fresh air in his lungs.

‘Another sacrifice for the Great Mountains is all these wretched beings are good for,’ he thought, dropping the piece of flesh along with the body onto the snow like bloody venison after a hunt.

“When will these humans learn? The Great Mountains will never be for them for as long as I draw breath,” he muttered, clenching his fists that were still drenched in the corpse's deep red essence.

The man's previous words were all senseless speech to the beast; however, one thing he spoke of did pique his interest…

“Another human? Here?” His eyes darkened in anger, the familiar rage rising in him once more. “Just like the others, they’ll meet their end, by my hand or the mountains,” he rasped, knowing that the sacred lands of the Great Mountains, like him, didn't take kindly to outsiders—especially the weak.

As quickly as he appeared, he stalked off, stomping over the fire and snuffing the flames underfoot, disappearing into the thick fog once more.

You heaved a sigh, stumbling through the heaps of endless snow for what felt like hours, your heavy gear crushing your poor back. “Gosh, did Greg set up camp yet? I swear that guy can’t do a thing without help,” you muttered, looking around to try and find the familiar warm glow of a fire amidst the foggy cold, but found none.

The Great Mountains loomed around you, their peaks lost in the thick, swirling mist. The snow crunched under your boots with each step, a huge contrast to the muffled silence. Pulling your scarf tighter around your neck, you groaned in annoyance.

‘Did he seriously get drunk again? He had one job!’ you thought, kicking the bothersome snow at your feet, knowing that giving such an important task to your careless colleague was a bad idea; it’s why you always did things yourself.

Trusting others always led to disappointment…

With your newfound situation, you didn't want to stress—worrying never helped—but you were certain of one thing…

Greg's mistake was going to cost you…

This was why you enjoyed working alone. No partner meant no one to bother you—no one to burden you. 

Like Greg…

Due to your colleague's drunken oversight leaving you stranded, you set about making camp. “When I was assigned to work with Greg, I should have persisted, told my boss, ‘I work better alone,’ but no, they wanted photos, and apparently, I can't journal and take photos at the same time,” you grumbled to yourself while locating the appropriate items to make a fire: dry sticks, paper from your heavy bag, and your trusty lighter.

With a flick of your igniter and a gentle blow between clasped palms, a fire was born before you. You beamed, watching the small flames start to sprout, proud of your handiwork. “Perfect,” you whispered, closing your eyes to enjoy the heat on your face, no matter how faint it was due to the tiny fire.

Taking a seat upon a log nearby your miniature camp, you settled down. Heaving your heavy sack from your back onto the ground with a thud, a groan escaped you at the refreshing lightness of your body. You glanced back at your pitiful fire, watching it try painstakingly to flare and spark despite the harsh winds that sought to snuff it out.

You stoked the fire with a stick, hoping it would keep the flame alive. “Come on, don’t fail me now,” you sighed, knowing your survival skills were exceptional and always dependable; they had never failed you. But it seemed any minute, your fire might disappoint you and poof before your very eyes.

Around you, the fog seemed to thicken, swallowing the world beyond a few feet and darkening the space. The sky was a mixture of grays and blues, seeming to be perpetually stuck between dusk and midnight. Shadows grew long and sinister as you huddled close to your small fire, its flickering light casting erratic shapes upon the snow.

Amidst the silence and fog, your fire was a comfort, keeping your sight clear and your body from freezing solid underneath your puffy jacket, layered pants, and heavy boots. You’d hoped that as the night progressed, the fog would lift, but it didn’t. With the heavy haze came a wave of uneasiness, one that drew you back to the reason you were here in the Great Mountains to begin with.

The Great Mountains—a land of snowy slopes with year-round winters and sometimes terrible blizzards—held a story that seemed to rattle many, especially the neighboring townsfolk. The tales were so enticing that they caught your eye, leading you to embark on this exploration in search of it…

The being in question went by many names: “The Monster of the Great Mountains,” “The White Walker,” and so many more, but to you, it was known simply as “The Beast.”

The beast’s appearance and origins are unknown. Some believe it to be an angry creature like Bigfoot; a few think of it as a rabid animal gone mad; others even suspect it to be an evil spirit cursed to roam the Great Mountains, killing anyone who enters its territory.

‘Yeah, right.’ You thought with a scoff, finding the idea absurd. Despite not knowing what the beast was, the Great Mountains seemed to be a death zone for any being, particularly humans.

Numerous missing hikers, tourists, and other individuals have emerged over the years, raising enough alarm to support the idea of such an “entity” living among the peaks. ‘As they say…’ you whispered, believing the beast to be merely a tale and that the weather of the Great Mountains was the true monster here.

Unzipping your bag to pull out a pen and your trusty leather-bound journal—where your writings from previous discoveries were kept—you turned to a fresh page and began a new entry.

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October 6, 2024

The climate of the Great Mountains is just as harsh and chilly as it’s known for; no wonder so many have lost their lives here. There’s said to be a tale about a creature—a being that lurks among these mountains with a ravenous hunger and a huge disdain for humans. I would believe such a monster existed if I hadn't traversed these mountains for almost two days in perfect condition, except for being abandoned by my idiot partner and left shivering by this tiny-ass fire.

Thanks a lot, Greg!

The neighboring town spoke of many deaths and missing persons in the Great Mountains over the years, all of which are “claimed” to have been caused by the beast. Yet, the appearance of this creature is never the same.

A handful believe it to be tall and massive, while others describe it as short and stubby. Some say there is more than one beast, while another swears it isn’t a monster at all, but simply the dead who are doing the killings.

It seems these townspeople are either bat-shit crazy or there are hundreds of beasts running rampant in their backyard—beasts that, it seems, only I have the capability of uncovering the truth about.

But, as I anticipated, Greg and I are separated in these mountains due to his stupidity, and a thick fog has cast itself down upon me. After resting up, I’ll continue my search for this “beast,” but I just hope Greg’s mishap doesn’t ruin my exploration. This beast story has honestly intrigued me, and I’m eager to see this massive, short, tall, tiny, or perhaps ghostly being before my very eyes.

Might even be able to get a picture…

-Y/N, Explorer of the Supernatural

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You closed your journal with a plop, your thoughts drifting to the stories you’ve heard—tales of the formidable creature with eyes of glowing embers and claws that could rend flesh from bone. You chuckled in disbelief and amusement, shaking your head. “Gosh, if it wasn’t for me, these people would be in an insane asylum with their tales.” You laughed when a shiver ran down your back—one that, creepily enough, wasn’t from the cold.

Your eyes darted around, checking your surroundings with a newfound sense of wariness and unease, something you had never felt before.

Typically, you’d go on expeditions alone, taking on jungles, deserts, and even caves all on your lonesome, as solo exploration was something you enjoyed.

You had become so used to being on your own that partners held you back and made things more difficult than they needed to be, as being an explorer wasn’t easy work.

But this time, something felt…

Off…

Looking out at the foggy abyss before you, your vision was limited to only making out the black silhouettes of the trees in the distance and the falling snow from the heavens above. Your eyebrows furrowed as you giggled nervously. “Come on, don’t lose your mind, Y/N. You’d be no different from those conspiracy theorists if you do,” you uttered, gripping the lapels of your coat and tugging them closer to your body, trying to warm yourself.

The uncomfortable silence, chilly winds, and empty fog made you even more unsettled. You decided to read over your notes in hopes of finding peace, always enjoying anything related to your job.

Plus, you were here to find a beast, so it would be beneficial to refresh your memory on what to be on the lookout for.

Opening your journal and flipping to the section that held the facts about your targeted being, you began to read aloud, mostly to fill the brutal quietness around you and comfort yourself.

“‘The townsfolk speak of hearing loud, gruff roars from the mountains,’” you read from the first bullet point, humming softly to yourself. “So that rules out being a wolf, fox, or coyote,” you murmured, the cold air escaping your lips and circling your head while the small fire crackled softly in the background.

“‘Only two deceased victims were found to be tied to this entity. Their bodies held massive bite and claw marks. One was missing an arm from the shoulder and had a face so disfigured they were unrecognizable. This individual died from the blunt trauma to the head that shattered the skull,’” you said with a grimace, remembering the photos shown to you during your visit to the morgue where the bodies were examined.

“‘The other was so brutally attacked that hardly any of their limbs were intact. They died from shock and blood loss—’” Your words instantly ceased, your attention snapping to the small fire that had just blown out in the wind, encasing you in hazy darkness and arctic chill once again.

“Damn it.” You cursed, your vision completely obscured by the thick fog. The temperature seemed to drop as the wind picked up, blowing cold, harsh breezes at you that made your face numb. “Gosh, I can't see anything,” you chattered, your hand wandering aimlessly until it brushed against your bag, where you hastily tucked your journal in and zipped it up.

Suddenly, a thunderous, monstrous roar resonated through the night, cutting through the silence mercilessly like a blade slicing the air. The sound made your body tense, your head snapping up in shock, believing you must have heard wrong.

‘Goodness, hallucinations now? Don't tell me I have hypothermia,’ you thought, willing to believe your impending death by freezing rather than the existence of a being you deemed nothing more than fiction.

But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself this beast was false, your chilled blood, racing heart, hyperventilation, and fear were very much real.

You needed to move—get away from this spot that obviously had attracted an animal of some sort and not some savage creature…

Scrambling off the log, your heavy limbs dragged you down due to the freezing temperature as you began to move again. The snow seemed to deepen, your boots sinking into the chilling depths further than your ankle with every step you took. The wind lashed against your face, striking you like a cold whip each time and sending you shivering.

In a matter of minutes, you discovered the reason behind the developing currents…

A blizzard had descended upon you…

The blizzard howled across the Great Mountains, a storm so furious that it began to blur your world into a frosted nightmare. The gusts sliced at you like a thousand ice shards, stinging and stabbing through your layers of clothing. Raising your arm, you tried desperately to shield your face; yet the cruelty of the storm was relentless, causing the freezing air to seep through every barrier and continue its assault.

Your teeth chattered, fingers feeling numb under your gloves, and muscles stiffened to the point that moving became painful. ‘Come on. Move. Just a little further.’ You persisted, the thought of a mere snowfall being the potential death of you, Y/N, the renowned supernatural explorer, left a foul taste in your mouth.

You walked aimlessly, not knowing where you were going, nor having any sights of the direction you were wandering toward, as visibility was nearly impossible.

The blizzard continued, churning a cyclone of snow and wind, whipping the flakes into a swirling vortex that made it hard to discern what was right, left, or even ahead. The storm’s bellowing seemed to come from all around—a dissonance that drowned out all sounds but its own, soon making even thinking impossible.

Your breathing became labored, your throat dangerously dry, and your vision blurry as your chest felt so heavy one would believe a boulder was slowly smothering you. Stumbling over a lump of snow, you crashed onto your knees, falling onto the cold pile of powdered ice.

A sharp pain shot through your dying limbs, awakening all your senses. “F-Fuck!” you gasped, wincing and groaning. You shivered uncontrollably, certain even your blood was running cold. Wheezing, you cradled yourself, trying to bring any form of warmth to your body that was slowly being killed by the blizzard.

Looking up, you found yourself wishing, hoping for rescue from anyone out there to come and save you from your cold grave—and like a miracle, one did.

Through the chaos, you caught a glimpse of something—a human-like figure emerging from the fog!

Your heart skipped a beat, dull eyes widening as you weakly lifted your arms, waving them to try to get their attention from your kneeling position. “H-Help! Help me! Please!” you croaked out in a voice so hoarse and ensnared in coldness that it was painful to shout, but cry out you did.

Relief flooded through you as you saw them turning and walking toward you. But as quickly as you were alleviated, fear struck back into you like a clap of thunder as you watched the human-like figure transform among the fog, realizing that it wasn’t a human after all.

It was a monster…

An enormous silhouette moved with unnatural grace through the blizzard. The shape was massive—a dark, looming figure that confirmed every terrifying tale, theory, and story you had ever heard about the beast.

Your heart pounded, a primal fear gripping you at the creature’s presence as it slowly approached, its existence undeniable.

‘It’s real!? I was wrong, so fucking wrong!’ You could only think over and over again. The sight of it was more horrifying than any story, causing an overwhelming feeling of dread to engulf you.

Astonishment and terror kept you rooted to your spot, unable to move no matter how much you wanted to, only able to stare at the creature that was walking toward you in the distance, getting closer and closer.

A roar, similar to before, erupted through the hazy night from the monster, and you watched in horror as it broke into a sprint, racing right at you.

Scurrying onto your wobbly legs, you took off in the opposite direction, the bellowing having broken you from your petrified state.

Your heart raced in your chest, the once-chilling needles of ice that pricked your skin now the least of your worries. Your heavy sack smacked against your back, but you could hardly feel the growing bruise, fear and the need to escape consuming your thoughts.

You ran and continued to run, believing any stumble or trip could leave you maimed like the two victims ever recovered from the mountains. The images of the maimed face, missing limbs, and brutal displays filled your head, only pushing your weak legs further.

However, no matter how fast you sprinted, you felt terribly slow.

The fog seemed to close around you, seeking to entrap you in its chilling haze, but you pressed on. Kicking your leg out and down, leg out and down, leg out and down. Each step felt like plunging your feet into cold quicksand, icy hands tugging you down, making it seem like you had hardly made any progress at all.

The wind grew louder, more chaotic, seeking to match your panicked state. It whipped, turned, and tore about, shouting in pained shrieks.

You couldn't hear him, didn't want to see him, but you knew he was there—charging behind you like a bull, the blizzard just a mere breeze to him, oh, you were certain.

Your heart raced, compelling you to go, get farther, move, despite how hard or quickly you appeared to be going; you were sure he was right behind you.

A thunderous sound from in front of you made you come to a halt. Wide-eyed, you looked through the mist, trying to find the source, believing it to be him.

‘No, no, no, what is happening!?’ you thought in a panic, stepping back on unsteady feet. ‘He can’t be here, not that quickly, not that—’ Your heart dropped, all the blood draining from your body like life escaping a man's eyes.

You felt the ground tremble beneath you, shaking as though something massive was coming—something big.

Before you could react, a wave of snow parted the thick fog, coming right at you. Your heart dropped as you watched the avalanche of snow surge violently, sweeping you off your feet in seconds and engulfing you in a torrent of white.

Like an unforgiving wave, you were tossed about haphazardly, the world becoming a chaotic blur of freezing snow.

Desperation overwhelmed your senses, but the storm’s ferocity and the avalanche’s cruel force left you feeling little hope.

The blizzard, the beast, and now the avalanche left you in a nightmare that you were sure would end in only one way…

‘I can’t die here.’

‘I can’t.’

‘I can’t.’

‘I can’t.’

Was the only thought that surfaced—a chant echoing throughout your mind until your entire world faded into darkness.

A/N: Terrible way to leave it off, I know lol, but it's Vicetober—the anticipation is supposed to be torture. I hope you all enjoyed the first part of The Beast Within! I also tried a new look for my story while participating in this mini event with my older sis, @powerful-niya, so let me know if you like it!

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Summary:

By tacit agreement, they’d shelved the more sensitive subjects their thirty minute journey from Roma Termini; postponing grim reality with a wide array of desultory chitchat. The magazines he’ll read on the plane, for example. The meals he’ll be obliged to eat. The inescapable jet lag that’s bound to knock him for six. Denial is grief’s distractor - or so his beloved bubbe used to say - yet such advice itself proves futile as Fiumicino’s glass façade renders him breathless; the gaping wound in Oliver’s torso bleeding ribbons atop the sun-baked parking lot.

“Are you sure you have your passport?”

Elio’s voice is unnervingly blank as he stares out the window of their idling shuttle bus; the lean muscles of his jaw bunched in solemn contrast to the quick-bitten nails tap-tap-tapping his star of David. It’s not the first time he’s asked - nor, Oliver suspects, is he truly heeding his response - but forcing a smile to his frozen features he pats his leather holdall regardless; acutely aware of his livewire knee jerking in the narrow space between them. 

By tacit agreement, they’d shelved the more sensitive subjects their thirty minute journey from Roma Termini; postponing grim reality with a wide array of desultory chitchat. The magazines he’ll read on the plane, for example. The meals he’ll be obliged to eat. The inescapable jet lag that’s bound to knock him for six. Denial is grief’s distractor - or so his beloved bubbe used to say - yet such advice itself proves futile as Fiumicino’s glass façade renders him breathless; the gaping wound in Oliver’s torso bleeding ribbons atop the sun-baked parking lot. 

It’s all a bit of a blur after that, with Elio offering sporadic translations as they navigate the bustling concourse; both fists jammed in the pockets of his jeans ‘til they’re done checking his bags. Oliver yearns to soothe his pain. To gather him close and never let go. But like a fool, he’s allowed a physical gulf to fester, also. There's no comfort in this phoney shield - no healing from something not properly expressed - and crushed by the weight of their self-imposed exile he’s suddenly struck by the macabre notion their last, frantic kiss at the Pensione Barrett could indeed be just that.

Their last.

And the standard by which all others fall short.

“You’re staring,” Elio mutters, mouth flattened to a hard line, and Oliver’s plagued by indecision as his tell-tale heart beats for the want of another. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, half-embarrassed and completely unmoored. “I shouldn’t -”

“Anch’io...” Shuffling his feet, Elio tugs at Billowy’s sleeves where he’s rucked them up to his elbows. “Does it bother you?” A pause. “That I’m wearing it?”

No.

And yes. 

Though not in the way he might expect.

The possessive thrill of seeing Elio in his clothes triggers something primal, but given the circumstances, Oliver swallows thickly, a vicious ache rising in his chest as he curses the cards they’ve been dealt. 

“What’s mine is yours,” he says eventually, earning a brittle scoff, and the next thing he knows he’s grasping Elio’s wrist like a goddamn lifeline: towing him through the airport pandemonia to the nearest restroom because fuck what anyone else thinks of them.

By some small miracle the long row of cubicles are empty, so Oliver makes a beeline for the furthest stall; throwing the lock then kissing him fiercely, crowding him into the graffiti-covered partition. It comes across too confident when he’s teetering on the brink, but Elio’s body is warm and familiar as he commits each frenzied movement to memory; piecing them back together as Plato envisioned, headless of the one p.m direct flight still waiting to rip them apart.

“I keep telling myself you’re going to change your mind,” Elio whispers, pressing his forehead to the crook of Oliver’s neck. “I keep thinking you’re going to stay.” He doesn’t sound angry. Or even accusatory. Yet the abject resignation in his slumped demeanour strikes a harrowing chord. “Only you’re not, are you,” he continues roughly: less a question than a statement. “When that gate opens -”

“Elio…”

“- you’re just going.”

Unhunching slightly, he clutches the dark-green material of Oliver’s Oxford: a weary Atlas braving the eternal struggle. His palm kneads his shoulder the exact same manner Oliver’s did that afternoon on the tennis court, and the churning of his stomach increases exponentially as Elio lets slip the occasional sniffle over the ancient ceiling fan. 

Is it better to speak or die, echoes from the recent past.

You’re hurting me, follows right after.

Scenes from their San Clemente summer play like an old home movie, and the truth is irrefutable as Oliver takes him in his arms; his lover, his soulmate, the sun he’s orbited from the very start.

“Hey…” he murmurs, rocking him gently. “Hey... it’s okay. This isn’t over, yeah? You won’t lose me. Not if I can help it.” There’s a promise beneath his words - an outlandish certainty, likewise - and Oliver hopes with everything he has that Elio hears it also. “I’ll phone. We’ll write. There’s the book tour in the spring…”

Mere crumbs, he’ll admit, to the banquet on which they’re versed, and Elio’s eyes hide nothing as he chews his bottom lip, hands dropping limply to settle at his sides. “Do you have any idea?” he asks then, sans the raw urgency of before. “How glad I am we found each other? How happy I am you came?”

Oliver inhales sharply - allowing himself a choked-up sob - and as a broad, Italian accent booms from the overhead speaker it’s all he can do to hold on tighter: the salty sting of mingled tears bitter upon his tongue.

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For anyone who wants to make a dead whizzer/aids joke or argue that it’s fine to do so because he’s not real, read these transcripts which ARE real and see the kind of people you’re aligning yourself with.

White House Press Briefing: October 15th 1982

Press Secretary Larry Speakes takes questions from members of the media. At this point in time, about 1000 people in the US had died as a result of AIDS/AIDS related illness

Q: Larry, does the President have any reaction to the announcement—the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta, that AIDS is now an epidemic and have over 600 cases?

MR. SPEAKES: What’s AIDS?

Q: Over a third of them have died. It’s known as “gay plague.” (Laughter.) No, it is. I mean it’s a pretty serious thing that one in every three people that get this have died. And I wondered if the President is aware of it?

MR. SPEAKES: I don’t have it. Do you? (Laughter.)

Q: No, I don’t.

MR. SPEAKES: You didn’t answer my question.

Q: Well, I just wondered, does the President—

MR. SPEAKES: How do you know? (Laughter.)

Q: In other words, the White House looks on this as a great joke?

MR. SPEAKES: No, I don’t know anything about it, Lester.

Q: Does the President, does anybody in the White House know about this epidemic, Larry?

MR. SPEAKES: I don’t think so. I don’t think there’s been any—

Q: Nobody knows?

MR. SPEAKES: There has been no personal experience here, Lester.

Q: No, I mean, I thought you were keeping—

MR. SPEAKES: I checked thoroughly with Dr. Ruge this morning and he’s had no—(laughter)—no patients suffering from AIDS or whatever it is.

Q: The President doesn’t have gay plague, is that what you’re saying or what?

MR. SPEAKES: No, I didn’t say that.

Q: Didn’t say that?

MR. SPEAKES: I thought I heard you on the State Department over there. Why didn’t you stay there? (Laughter.)

Q: Because I love you, Larry, that’s why. (Laughter.)

MR. SPEAKES: Oh, I see. Just don’t put it in those terms, Lester. (Laughter.)

Q: Oh, I retract that.

MR. SPEAKES: I hope so.

Q: It’s too late.

White House Press Briefing: June 13th 1983

The next year, Speakes again conducts a press conference with members of the media. No less than 2000 people have now died in the US.

Q: Larry, does the President think that it might help if he suggested that the gays cut down on their “cruising”? (Laughter.) What? I didn’t hear your answer, Larry.

MR. SPEAKES: I just was acknowledging your interest—

Q: You were acknowledging but—

MR. SPEAKES: —interest in this subject.

Q: —you don’t think that it would help if the gays cut down on their cruising—it would help AIDS?

MR. SPEAKES: We are researching it. If we come up with any research that sheds some light on whether gays should cruise or not cruise, we’ll make it available to you. (Laughter.)

Q: Back to fairy tales

White House Press Briefing: December 11th 1984

Another year later and AIDS related death numbers reach over 4,200.

MR. SPEAKES: Lester’s beginning to circle now. He’s moving in front. (Laughter.) Go ahead.

Q: Since the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta—(laughter)—reports—

MR. SPEAKES: This is going to be an AIDS question.

Q: —that an estimated—

MR. SPEAKES: You were close.

Q: Well, look, could I ask the question, Larry?

MR. SPEAKES: You were close.

Q: An estimated 300,000 people have been exposed to AIDS, which can be transmitted through saliva. Will the President, as Commander-in-Chief, take steps to protect Armed Forces food and medical services from AIDS patients or those who run the risk of spreading AIDS in the same manner that they forbid typhoid fever people from being involved in the health or food services?

MR. SPEAKES: I don’t know.

Q: Could you—Is the President concerned about this subject, Larry—

MR. SPEAKES: I haven’t heard him express—

Q: —that seems to have evoked so much jocular—

MR. SPEAKES:—concern.

Q: —reaction here? I—you know—

Q: It isn’t only the jocks, Lester.

Q: Has he sworn off water faucets—

Q: No, but, I mean, is he going to do anything, Larry?

MR. SPEAKES: Lester, I have not heard him express anything on it. Sorry.

Q: You mean he has no—expressed no opinion about this epidemic?

MR. SPEAKES: No, but I must confess I haven’t asked him about it. (Laughter.)

Q: Would you ask him Larry?

MR. SPEAKES: Have you been checked? (Laughter.)

hear some of these transcripts here

President Reagan would not even mention “AIDS” for the first time publicly until 1985.

when you make jokes about tragedies and works of art in DIRECT response to such tragedies it’s not ‘just a joke’ about a fictional character, it’s a slap in the face to every victim, every person who lost a partner, lost a parent, a sibling, a friend.

these people in the 1980s were joking and laughing about queer people dying, despite having all the possible power to act up and prevent as many people from dying that did.

it’s 2023. do better

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The denialism and revisionist history going on pushing the fairy tale that Nexstar CW is the only CW era with problems that required calling out, and the invalidation towards any criticism of the pre-Nexstar eras, have gone completely off the rails.

Perpetuating these fairy tales and the erasure of CW Network's long-running history of issues helps enable the broken system people claim they care about denouncing.

The reality of CW Network history: Racism, homophobia, poor set practices, toxic abusive showrunners, systemic failure to support actors especially in marginalized groups, and fan base after fan base used for engagement and then treated badly.

These are systemic industry issues, not confined to any one network. CW became a lightning rod for it because it was unusually concentrated from one platform, so it stuck out and CW earned a terrible reputation, long before the sale.

To combat the revisionist history and denialism, behind the cut is a timeline with a few of the egregoius systemic problems that have plagued the CW historically and reflect severe enabling and lack of oversight on the part of the network.

Nexstar Media era acquired the CW on October 3, 2022.

The harm starts at the very beginning, though. On January 24, 2006, The CW was born. In its founding, The CW destroyed an entire slate of Black-led series on UPN and the resulting network was extremely white.

Candice Patton, in EW, reflecting on the early seasons of The Flash and how she had to speak up and advocate for herself and for Iris West (date of article May 23, 2023, but refers to pre-Nexstar CW) “The scariest thing is speaking up, and I had a hard time talking about it for such a long time because you're so afraid of being seen as problematic," she says. "That's a word that no actor wants to have follow them around. But I think we're learning that speaking up and speaking out is the only way for change. And it's not about blaming people or canceling people, it's about just really being able to have a conversation so that the industry changes for the better. And I hope that whatever struggles I may have had, doing that has made it even the smallest amount easier for the next crop of actors coming up who feel like they need to be heard and seen and accommodated for."

July 8, 2022, EW. Candice Patton reveals how she considered quitting The Flash in S2 due to racist fans and The CW and WB didn’t give her the support she needed, and reflects on how she was treated differently than her co-stars:

"Even with the companies I was working with, The CW and WB, that was their way of handling it. We know better now that it's not okay to treat your talent that way, and to let them go through this abuse and harassment. But for me in 2014, there were no support systems. No one was looking out for that. It was just free range to get abused every single day. There were no social media protocols in place to protect me, so they just let all that stuff sit there….It's just not enough to make me your lead female and say, 'Look at us, we're so progressive, we checked the box.' It's great, but you've put me in the ocean alone around sharks. It's great to be in the ocean, but I can get eaten alive out here…It was more about the protocols in place and the things I see happening for my white counterparts that's not happening to me. Seeing how I was treated differently than other people, seeing how I'm not protected by the network and the studio, those were the things that not necessarily hurt me but frustrated me."

January 28, 2022, Sunstroke Magazine - Looking Back On Kat Graham's Racist and Anti-Semitic Experience on 'The Vampire Diaries’ A summary: * Kat Graham endured racist and antisemitic comments from a co-worker. * The show forced her to wear a wig when she recommended using her natural hair for Bonnie * Ian Somerhalder had to step up to protect Kat, threatening to quit the show if Bonnie was killed off or written out * Showrunners shot down the idea of Bonnie being queer and was patronizing to Bonnie fans * Here’s a compilation of Kat Graham and her character Bonnie being mistreated during the run of TVD:

October 2021, EW and THR - Ruby Rose accuses CW and WBTV of bad set practices and that they were forced to keep filming 10 days after major surgery she had to undergo after being injured doing a stunt and called out bad practices that harmed crew and endangered everyone on set. CW and WBTV denied everything

June 7, 2021, Hypebae, Candice Patton speaking on issues concerning how PoC are treated at CW and systemically in the TV industry

November 22, 2020, Popsugar - The all-black cast of the superhero series Black Lightning have to find out from social media that the show is cancelled and are given no advance warning. China Anne McClain reveals she was going to quit the show even if it had continued: “For different reasons, that, to be honest, I don't want to go into. I just want y'all to trust me on it."

November 9, 2020, Slashfilm - 'Superman & Lois' Writer Nadria Tucker Says She Was Fired After Raising Issues With CW Show's Sexism And Racism

San Diego Comic Con 2017: the cast of Supergirl singing a song to mock a predominantly queer fanbase for the Supercorp ship

March 14, 2016, Variety - “What TV Can Learn From ‘The 100’ Mess” in the wake of The 100 killing off Lexa, an openly queer character.

April 6, 2016, EW - The 100: Ricky Whittle says showrunner 'abused' him off the show May 6, 2015 - Season 10, episode 21 of SPN "Dark Dynasty" airs, killing the show's only recurring openly queer character at that point, Charlie Bradbury.

It’s common knowledge Daman Salvatore is bi in The Vampire Diaries books. The character on the show, one of “classic CW”’s biggest hits, was straightwashed.

2013: Misha Collins at NJ Con comments on how women are treated on SPN:

2024: Misha Collins at Purcon 8 shades the CW for placing representation caps on queer rep at SPN

The fact CW had other queer rep does not preclude the existence of pinkwashing, queer erasure, or queer censorship)

November 2020: in the wake of Castiel's romantic love confession to Dean Winchester and in the immediate aftermath of the end of SPN, the nature of the confession was ommitted in all official promotional material and Misha Collins hinted he was told he couldn't talk about Cas's pov. Eventually, Misha Collins was able to speak openly that the writer intention and the story and everyone who worked on the scene intended it as a romantic love confession and that Cas is queer and in love with Dean.

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Love the shows. Support the shows. Support the creatives who were trying to make things better from within the system.

The megacorporation does not love you.

Stop bootlicking for the megacorporation.

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Regarding this post I want to address anon (I apologise for a repeat ignore my first response) I want to state that the origin of Vampiric lore, the one considered one of the oldest, is Egyptian lore.

This predates the colonisation of Kemet, what Egypt was originally named by the indigenous people there before. Here is a wiki that compiles studies over the years and you can see the trend of Scientist saying that indigenous people of Egypt looked like other Africans and were like indigenous people there.

The story of Sekhmet, the Egyptian feline warrior goddess associated with both plague and healing, is considered by some to be one of the oldest vampire tales. Legend holds that the sun god, Ra, sent his daughter Sekhmet down to punish humankind for their disobedience. But after Sekhmet couldn't stop drinking blood amid her slaughter, Ra quelled her planet-draining thirst by dyeing a bunch of beer red.

So technically the first vampire was African. Just a fun fact that the lore grew over time to European and so most people take source from that. That doesn't not excuse the exclusion of poc vampires and you can't argue that the lore can't agree when the first ever recorded Vampiric lore, or more properly said the oldest, was made by a poc community.

Second Mrs. Anna Rice saying that their skin was unnatural as anon said and being so pale it takes away all colour wouldn't that cause alarm to the humans? Wouldn't humans have nipped them in the bud in being too different (as humanity always does) and try to get rid of them? How did they blend in then? Doesn't make a lot of narrative sense in regards to storytelling.

It's the same story with Mrs. Stephanie Meyer who said that when a black person is turned they lose all their colouring and turn to a beautiful and white vampire. You can't be one and not be the other. It's racist because it basically sends the narrative that you can't be both beautiful and black at the same time.

Here is also a free more thread talking about why there are no vampires in Africa, the first answer just explains the European reason why it's not on mainstream media and the next one explains how there are vampiric creatures in African Folklore.

It doesn't hurt anybody to be properly educated and not ignorant.

It is a problem this narrative that vampires have to be pale and white because it puts out the narrative that poc can't be in positions of power (if we look into the metaphor of vampiric nature in Media and Entertainment) and that you have to be white in order to be in that position of power. This saying that poc should always be below and helpless to white people.

So Mrs. Anna Rice saying that is racist anon in the context of what racism is: Definition. ← From here I want to highlight what exactly puts Mrs. Anna Rice's worldbuilding in regards to what Anon said she said racist.

Associated social actions may include nativism, xenophobia, otherness, segregation, hierarchical ranking, supremacism, and related social phenomena. Racism refers to violation of racial equality based on equal opportunities (formal equality) or based on equality of outcomes for different races or ethnicities, also called substantive equality.[1]

Here is where her worldbuilding becomes racist. It violated the narrative of racial equality. In there being no poc vampires you put all races below the Supreme Race (the vampires because they are the strongest and now no one can have that power unless turned white, removing their unique racial background and forcing to be either white and powerful or poc and powerless).

I hope this helps.

It's not dumb that people are calling out racism. If Mrs. Anne Rice just did her research and expanded European Folklore (that in of itself not all of them state that vampires need to pale and white) then this wouldn't have been racist.

Racism is bad. Why do you think that they had poc in the remake of the series? To negate that. To acknowledge it was racist. Move on and try not to repeat the same mistake again.

Racism isn't always rooted in hate, it also stems from ignorance and being removed (or removing yourself) from general society and not trying to connect to other people who are different from you.

This hurts the people around you and just gives the people whose racism is stemmed from Hate louder voices.

thank u sm for all of this!! I'm sry it took a min for me to post it ❤️

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~ Veil Of Temptation |8| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, fluff, angst, TENSION (again), general vampire stuff (blood, biting, mentions of killing people), threats, mentions of illness, crying, power play, secrets, period typical misogyny, age gap (huge), dark romance, conflicting emotions, feelings of lingering and wishing for someone/something, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4.5k words

A/N: Welcome to chapter 8, darlings! Tagging @yumisventingmachine and @my-day6 because they are sweethearts who like this story! Thank you so much for the support this story is getting, and please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

*A/N: There's a poem I wrote for this story that you'll find in this chapter, I do not allow for it to be used in any other media or to be reposted/translated.

The underground palace was a world of shadows and whispers, where every corner held secrets and every corridor whispered of ancient desires. It was the home of Gwi, the vampire lord that ruled over Goryeo, master of the night. And yet, that very same powerful vampire was pacing back and forth in his throne room as his mind was completely and utterly plagued with thoughts of you, his sweet flower. 

He heard your laugh among his thoughts and saw your smile during his dreams. The roots of your existence were tangling around his heart and there was nothing he could do to stop it. For the first time in centuries, despite his grand power, he was left at your mercy. A cruel fate to face. A damnation he was willing to go through it all. 

Gwi continued to pace around, his mind swimming with so many thoughts, so many desires it made his soul burn. The hands that had held you so tenderly last night clenched at his sides. Then there was the memory of your scent. Oh, that sweet scent, sweeter than honey. Addictive to him. 

Yet his thoughts were not allowed to wander that far as when he turned around, he saw you walking down the path that led to your room. Your eyes locked with his and you bowed down softly before entering the throne room, your steps were elegant. Calculated. And he marvelled at the way you existed. Like a true lady. Like his lady. 

“My Lord.”

You curtsied the moment you stood in front of him and had you been looking at him you would have noticed the subtle smirk on his lips. He liked the way you respected him, you served him, you moved around him. 

Without a word, you walked past him and toward the hallway opposite, where the library was at the very end of the hall. Gwi looked at you, his eyes turning crimson for a second before they returned to their usual chocolate colour that drowned you in its deepness. He followed you, silently so that you barely noticed him. If only it hadn’t been for his large shadow walking behind you, then you wouldn’t have been able to tell he was there. 

He walked where you had walked, as if he were your guardian. Your protector. In a way, he was. His eyes ran down your figure, admiring your hair cascading down your back, the puffiness of your purple skirt as your steps made it trail down behind you with utter elegance. 

“Did you finish reading your story?”

You hummed, remembering the tale that had left you heartbroken. You smiled softly as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. 

“I did.”

“How was it?”

His attempt at small-talk made you chuckle softly and the sound was delightful to the vampire lord. 

“It broke my heart.”

He frowned at your response, but he didn’t get to say anything else as you turned around and walked into the magnificent sanctuary of books, leaving him to trail behind you with a frown in his ethereal features. 

“I don’t want you to read anything that will make you sad, petal. There are many books here, so choose something else.”

You turned around with a teasing look in your (e/c) eyes, you lifted an eyebrow at him with a subtle challenging energy that made a warm shiver run down his spine. 

“Not every story has a happy ending, My Lord.”

“I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I am not sad.”

You gulped as he was now standing closer to you, the distance was shortening and your heart was racing. The tension was palpable and you wondered if he could hear just how fast your heart was beating inside your chest. Not knowing that, in fact, he could listen; making him narrow his eyes down at you.

“Your tears are like pearls, flower. They may hide beauty within but they are painful to witness.”

Your hands trembled next to you so you were forced to tangle them in front of you to stop them from shaking and from him to notice just how nervous he made you feel. 

“I didn’t know you liked poetry.”

But instead of your response coming out sassy and strong, it came out in a soft and airy voice. Feeling as if your heart was about to explode as he took another step forward that you had to crane your neck up to keep the eye contact. 

“Choose another book, sweet flower.”

His tone was as soft as yours. But just as deep as always. You were forced to break eye contact or else you feared you’d melt right then and then. You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the books on the shelves around you yet you could still feel his intense stare on you. It crawled on you like a vice grip, his eyes scanned yours as you pretended to read the titles of the many books and scrolls around you. Then they travelled to your lips, completely mesmerised by the way you softly bit your lower lips in feign concentration. You outstretched your hand and his eyes glued to it, so soft and delicate at the sight. 

And he could testify to such softness, reminiscing those times where his larger palm had held yours. Oh, how jealous he was of the book you grabbed for it was graced by your silked touch. The temptation was there. To grab your hand and caress your precious skin. But he refrained himself. He had to. 

Your scent lingered in the air. A scent so addictive to him that his eyes threatened to paint crimson with the passion of his desires. You walked around the magnificent sanctuary of books, completely unaware of the inner turmoil the vampire lord was facing as he sat at one of the tables and pretended to read.

If only you knew how much effect your mere presence was causing him you would have left in a hurry. In fear of his thoughts. In fear of his actions. Trembling for your life and cursing yourself for taking the deal he offered you ever so tantalisingly easy. But you didn't know. You lived in your sweet ignorance and crystalline innocence that Gwi envied so much. 

“Have you read all these books, My Lord?”

He couldn't see you. But your voice carried your essence that he could picture you standing in front of him and gazing up at him with those eyes full of curiosity. He couldn’t see you but he could smell you. He knew you were standing behind him before you spoke another word. You walked in front of him and those expressive eyes of yours were looking at him expectantly. 

“I have, yes.”

If possible, your eyes widened in surprise at his answer. You looked around the big place before you glanced back at the man sitting with a relaxed posture on one of the cushions on the ground. 

“It must have taken you years to do so!”

Gwi nearly smiled at your voice laced with surprise and enthusiasm. But he was forced to suppress it for the need of your sweet blood was getting stronger the more you stood before him. 

If only you knew…

He thought to himself as his eyes glanced back down at the book that was spread open on his lap. His eyes danced over the enchanting symbols as he pretended to read once more while in reality, his mind was plagued by thoughts of the sweet flower who stood next to him. 

You sighed to yourself, walking away from the mysterious man who read in his own silent thoughts. You walked away from him, your mind pushing the thoughts of Gwi at the very back so that the little distance between you both wouldn’t make you want to rush back to his side. You had to occupy your mind and so you wandered around, your eyes scanning the different scrolls around you as you immersed yourself in the world he had presented to you in such a glorious way. 

The vampire lord sighed to himself before he closed the book on his lap. He could hear your steps as you walked around the library, he could smell your delicious scent and he could nearly taste your sweet blood. He had to leave. Leave and feed on another so that his temptation wouldn’t end your life. 

“Are you leaving, My Lord?”

His eyes closed as he tried to get his instincts under control. Your delicate voice was like an alluring siren’s song. Tempting him further. Almost as if you wanted to watch him fall into his primal urges. As if you knew how low he could fall if he were to stay a second longer in that room. In your presence.

“Go back to your room, petal.”

You clutched the book to your chest at his sudden harsh tone. It took you aback and you felt your heart racing within you. But even with his harshness and cold words he still called you with his term of endearment. He still called you “petal”. So, despite the darkness that had suddenly creeped up into his soul, he didn’t cast you out. He didn’t push you away. Or at least that was what you chose to think. 

“Is everything alright, My Lord? Do you need anything?”

“Go to your room.”

He didn’t even look at you. And the coldness that he so suddenly was showing made your soul shiver with emotions that made your heart shake with uncertainty. You clutched the book tighter against your body as he walked away, not once looking back at you. Not once did he return to that man that held you dear. He transformed into a cold soul, a cold soul everyone else knew about. Not because he wasn’t that man, but because he hadn’t shown that face to you in particular. 

You were left standing in the library alone with your heart in your throat as confusion clouded your mind like thick morning fog. You frowned to yourself, for you had not once seen Gwi this distant all of a sudden. Not during the time you had been serving him. Not since you took the deal he offered. And so, you worried over the handsome stranger that had begun to show you a world you were completely unaware of. 

The vampire lord left his underground palace in a hurry. The sun had just set and the sky was tainting in beautiful hues of orange and pink as the darkness seemed to creep in while the moon began to rise. His hands trembled ever so subtly as he fought with himself to control his instincts. 

Gwi hated it. He hated how easy it seemed for him to lose his composure. How easy you made it for him to lose his control. How hungry he got for your blood with your mere scent. And how desperate he had grown for your touch. A touch of a flower with very sharp thorns. He was sure if he were to grab you, he’d bleed. But the wound was worth the pleasure of having you. 

So he fled into the night. Dusk had settled and he left the sanctuary of his underground palace to try and suppress his urges, to distract his instincts from your blood. Perhaps tasting that sweet drop of the essence of your life was a mistake. The first mistake he had made in decades. The mistake that was about to cost him his sanity. At least until he fed on some blood and he was able to quench his aggressive thirst. 

Poisonous rose…

The vampire thought to himself as his fangs sank into the neck of one of the maidens in the palace. The blood was bitter with the fear of the woman who grew limp in his hold before she fell to the ground; dead. 

He sighed to himself, licking his lips as the crimson blood tainted his lips and chin. It was bitter, salty even. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t good. But nothing could ever compare to your blood. Sweet and delicious. The thirst was still there, nagging at the back of his throat, making his fingers tingle with the need to grip someone before sucking them dry. And as he hunted for his next victim during his bloody rampage, Gwi was completely unaware what was happening at the underground palace.

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You had found a mysterious book in the library, the one you had been clutching to your chest when Gwi dismissed you coldly. You had found it among a pile of forgotten and dusty books and your curiosity had gotten the best of you. Initially, you had approached him to ask the mysterious lord about said book but his harsh words had pushed you away. Had put a wall of ice around him and casted you out, leaving you with your worries and curiosity for the man that was now in possession of your life. 

As obedient as ever, you walked back to your room and began reading the worn out book. The handwriting was beautiful. Elegantly so and intriguing on its own. And so you read. You lost yourself in the intricate words and charming rhymes of the poems that drowned the pages of the book you discovered in secrecy. 

I have lived. 

I have died. 

I am cursed. 

I was left out. 

Punish my sins. 

Reward my deeds. 

I am drowning in blood. 

Dying while being lost. 

A sudden hope, like shiny glimmer

A cursed fate, like a vast sinner. 

Don’t scream my name,

for my destiny arrived late. 

I was gone when you were born. 

I was alive when you died. 

And I sang a song,

That was never known.

Your heartstrings were being pulled as you finished reading the sad poem. It wasn’t signed and you deeply wondered who had written such a heartbreaking masterpiece. Your eyes wandered around your room before they settled on the vase with the dead roses you had picked days ago. The sight itself was depressing. How something so beautiful had such a short life. 

Closing the book, you stood up as you straightened up the purple skirt from your dress. Wanting to go out into the garden and pick more flowers to give some life to your room, the petals from the cherry blossom in your bedroom fell slowly just as melancholy wrapped your heart with a fierce grip. 

“Lady (y/n)?”

You turned around at the mention of your name only to find a girl standing at the entrance of your room. She couldn’t have been older than thirteen years-old and you deeply wondered how she had found you. 

“How did you get here?”

The girl gulped, looking around before her eyes returned to your figure as you watched her with utter curiosity. 

“I was sent by Kim Soo-jin, she told me to give you this letter…”

You raised an eyebrow at her as you watched her take an envelope from her sleeve before she was handing it to you with both hands. 

“It’s about your mother, My Lady.”

You were quick to walk to where she stood, nearly snatching the letter from her hands as worry filled your senses. With nervous eyes, you looked at the girl who was gazing up at you with big eyes. 

“Thank you, let her know I received her letter. Leave now, and don’t let anyone see you.”

She nodded before bowing at you. The girl walked away and you were left with your heart in your throat as you ripped open the envelope. Kim Soo-jin was a loyal servant of your household. She had served your mother since before you were born, and that thought only made you worry further as your eyes danced over the inked paper and your heart raced within your chest. 

Gwi walked back to the underground palace, his steps slow as he was still high off the blood he had drank. He had even lost count of how many people he had killed that night in order to quench his ravenous thirst. All because he didn’t want to hurt you. Because he didn’t want you to fear him. Because he didn’t want to kill you. 

The torches illuminated the corridor as he walked toward the throne room. His mind was hazy, instincts under a thin layer of fog in his mind as he entered his palace. What he did not expect was to see you pacing back and forth in the throne room, you were nibbling at your thumb nail as you were lost in the pits of your mind with swirling thoughts. 

You caught movement at the corner of your eye and stopped walking, turning to look at the entrance way of the magnificent room only to find Gwi standing there. Your eyes grew wide with horror as you saw his fine and elegant robes were tainted in blood. Your feet moved before you could comprehend what your body was doing and you approached him in a haste. 

“My Lord, are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?”

If you had been looking at his eyes you would have noticed the way his cold gaze softened at your worry over him. Your eyes scanned him quickly, trying to see if he was hurt. Something about that thought made you desperate. It physically pained you to think of the possibility of him being injured in any way. 

“I told you to stay in your room.”

His words came harsher than intended but in your worry-induced state, you did not flinch. 

“You also once told me to never hide myself from you.”

In a moment of bravery, you looked up and your eyes met his. Dancing under emotions that were too thick to grasp, too liquid to understand. Too dense to acknowledge. 

“I was worried, My Lord. I am worried. You left in such a hurry…”

But he walked past you just as the words died in your lips. You looked at him as he walked towards his throne, sitting down on the elegant place where the flickering candles sharpened his features and his eyes darkened as he looked at you with all his power swimming in his dark gaze. 

“The blood… it’s not mine. 

There weren’t enough words to describe the relief you felt upon hearing those words. However, it only spiked new questions. Deeper questions. Questions that would give you answers you feared with your whole being.

“Whose blood is it then?”

He clenched his jaw at your bold question that sounded timid. Afraid almost. Afraid of the answer you’d receive if he chose to respond with the truth. 

“It doesn’t concern you, flower. What should be of your interest are my orders. I explicitly told you to stay in your room.”

You quickly lowered your gaze, feeling his eyes drowning your form as you flinched softly at his harsh tone. So cold. So distant. So inhuman. 

“Forgive me but I have to talk to you about something.”

Silence hung in the air, the tension so thick you felt as if you couldn’t properly breathe. Suffocating. Toxic. But oh so addictive. 

“Speak, then.”

You gulped, his words were snarled out, so deep and commanding you didn’t dare to look into his eyes for you knew your resolve could only be broken by his dark gaze. As dark as the night sky but also home of the most shiny stars. 

“I received a letter from my family. My mother… She is gravely ill.”

Gwi felt something stir within him at the sound of your voice. For it suddenly was soft and delicate, it lost the fierceness with which you had first confronted him. 

“And what do you propose, petal?”

He asked, his tone cold and distant despite the subtle heartache he felt at seeing your more submissive side. Your vulnerability displayed out for him to see so blatantly transparent. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, your heart, your nerves that were wreaking havoc in your mind. 

“I wish to visit her, to be by her side in these final moments. Please, My Lord, grant me permission to leave.”

His expression hardened with worry over your request. He gritted his teeth before the vampire lord stood up from his throne and walked down the stairs until he was standing in front of you while each step echoed ominously in the almost empty room. 

“You may not be aware of this yet, flower, but the situation is not stable right now. There’s talk about a possible rebellion, unrest among the people. I cannot afford to have you leave now.”

Your heart broke as those words resonated across the walls. They were deep, both in meaning and in the tone in which they were spoken that they made a shiver run down your spine. You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes that it pulled at his heartstrings to see such pearls of sadness gathered in your enchanting eyes. 

“But she is my mother…”

So soft, so broken…

Gwi thought to himself as he drowned in your sadness. In what was going to become then your sorrow. 

“I may never see her again if I don’t go now. Please, My Lord, I beg of you.”

His gaze softened, it became that tender look he gave you and you had already grown used to seeing in his dark eyes. But he shook his head ever so softly and the tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I understand your pain, sweet flower, but my duty is to protect you. I cannot let you go. I won’t risk it. It’s too dangerous.”

But was it really as dangerous as he spoke of? Were those words even true? Or was he simply being moved by his own selfish desires to keep you with him? For the first time in his long life, Gwi was scared of losing something. Of losing you. But perhaps that fear was already suffocating his precious flower with poisonous air. 

You felt a wave of despair wash over you, threatening to pull you further into the pit of sorrow you did not want to live in. That you did not even want to experience in your life. You dropped to your knees before him, clutching at his robes in utter desperation. The weight of his negation too heavy to carry on. 

“Please, My Lord. I’ll do anything. I will be careful and I’ll return as soon as possible. I-I just… Please, I just want to see her. To say goodbye.”

His heart shattered when your voice broke at the last sentence. Your tears rolled down your cheeks, dropping to the ground below as you fisted his robes that often trailed as he walked. He leaned down, his hand lifting your chin before your eyes met his in a sad dance of emotions that was nearly enough to make him accept. To surrender. Almost

“My decision is final. You will remain here, where it’s safe.”

His hand cupped your cheek, trying to wipe the tears that stained your soft skin only for more to roll down your face. You sighed in defeat, letting go of his robes as you slumped while you kneeled on the ground. 

You felt betrayed. Harmed by the man who wanted to protect you. Casted aside by the one who had made you feel as his equal, as his precious flower. But overall, you felt utterly and irrevocably powerless. For you knew Gwi held immense power and you were no-one to defy him, no-one to disobey such an explicit command. 

The vampire lord straightened up, looking down at you with a mix of sorrow and duty in his eyes. He knew just how much he was hurting you but his fear of losing you, his selfish desire of owning you was stronger. He wasn’t going to risk your safety, even if that meant denying your pure wish, your human wish of being with your dying mother. Even if it meant breaking your heart. 

“My Lord… I understand your duty to protect me, but this… this is tearing me apart.”

You whispered, your voice filled with anguish as your eyes met his once more but this time, your gaze was not pleading nor defying his authority. It melted into surrender. He couldn’t bear to look into your big and sad eyes, filled with such sorrow. A sadness he had provoked so he turned around, closing his eyes at how weak your voice sounded. At all the pain and hurt he had caused with just a sentence that left his lips. 

He looked back at you, his expression softer but still resolute. You still knelt on the ground, your dress puffing around you as tears rolled down your cheeks silently. 

“I do this because I care about you, petal of mine. I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I can’t.”

You nodded, your heart breaking under the weight of his words. Of his power. It made you tremble and submit to his mercy for you had taken his hand when he had offered you the deal of ending your marriage. You belonged to him. He ruled over you and you accepted that. 

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier.”

Your voice was choked with emotions you weren’t able to voice out. You weren’t able to cry out and scream your frustration out. You weren’t able to be angry at him. You weren’t able to fight for your choice. Not now, not ever. Gwi turned around, not being able to see you so broken, so sad. And all because he was the reason for your bitter tears. 

“Go back to your room, flower.”

He murmured before he walked away and left you in your sadness, in your solitude. He left you to drown in the sea of your silence. Your sobs were like poisoned arrows to his heart where the ice had already melted, making your pain his own burden to carry. 

His actions were born from desperation. Yours, from love. Gwi was blinded by his instincts, his rawness when it came to forgotten emotions. A veil of temptation that crushed at him like a mountain of snow that buried his heart beneath. While you were left to wither away, like a flower poisoned by the fates. In a cruel and permanent way that left your soul and mind silently screaming for a way out of your own destiny. 

What had changed for him to suddenly be so cold, you did not know. For your pain was greater with each passing second. And you were left wishing you could just disappear, for in ignorance there are no sins and in darkness there is no temptation.

May/16/2024

A/N: Thoughts? O.O

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Unit 05 Blog Post

With an open blog prompt this week encouraging us to discuss what we are thinking about, I can't deny that most of my thoughts are about the fall season, thanksgiving, and Halloween! With that in mind, I would like to discuss the intersection of nature and the supernatural, which feels especially relevant as Halloween (one of my favourite holidays!) approaches :)

I'd like to start off by mentioning how darkness changes our perception of nature. A familiar place you've known your whole life -- like your backyard or a forest trail, can feel unknown or mysterious at night. This concept reminds me a lot of playing tag in the dark with my sister and cousins as a little kid, during which the darkness would play tricks on our senses. At night the woods felt more alive, with every rustling leaf and snap of a twig sending chills down our spines. The power of the unknown in nature can make even the most innocent games feel eerie and exhilarating.

Furthermore, the campfire, a quintessential outdoor experience, frequently becomes a gateway to the world of spooky tales. Why is it that humans gravitate towards telling scary stories outside in nature, when accompanied by friends and only the light of a fire? The atmosphere seems to encourage a feeling of spookiness. The flickering firelight casts shadows on trees, creating ghostly figures, while the crackling wood echoes with the sounds of the forest. This atmosphere makes the perfect setting for storytelling, where nature itself seems to participate in the tales, adding to the eerie ambiance. I find that our tendency as humans to lean into the mystery and unfamiliarity we experience by the campfire endearing and is likely a common experience most people can relate to.

On the topic of storytelling, there are many intriguing natural history myths or urban legends that tie in with fall themes, like the legend of Sleepy Hollow’s Headless Horseman or the lore surrounding the Jersey Devil. These stories often have roots in real landscapes and cultural histories, adding layers of meaning to the natural environment. Furthermore, many Indigenous cultures have rich mythologies involving nature spirits or creatures tied to specific natural landmarks (like forests, rivers, or mountains). It is no coincidence that modern horror media takes inspiration from these stories, like Until Dawn using the Wendigo myth.

These stories and adaptations often tie supernatural elements to natural forces. These tales tap into deep fears about nature's untamable power and our smallness or powerlessness in comparison. I believe the human fascination with the supernatural originates from a fear of the unknown in nature—storms, plagues, wild animals, and much more. Early cultures explained these phenomena in myths and legends, which still resonate with us in modern horror because they tap into primal fears about survival and the natural world.

Next, specifically when thinking about Halloween and horror, I find it interesting (but not surprising!) that most horror movies are set in outdoor environments such as woods, fields, or isolated cabins. The game I mentioned above, Until Dawn, is no exception, as it focuses on a group of adults trying to survive on Blackwood Mountain. One of the most classic horror movies, Friday the 13th, takes place at Camp Crystal Lake (or "Camp Blood"). Some other examples of horror films like The Blair Witch Project or The Ritual use the forest as a character itself, full of unknown threats and primal fears. Nature can be beautiful, but when it turns against us or becomes uncontrollable, it becomes terrifying.

I know a lot of people aren't into horror movies, but they're certainly not the only genre of fall media that incorporates nature as a major aspect of the storytelling. If you haven't seen the Cartoon Network mini-series Over the Garden Wall, it is a fall classic that I honestly can't recommend enough. Over the Garden Wall perfectly blends the calm essence of autumn with the spooky, magical, and supernatural elements of Halloween. This show emphasizes fall being a transitional season, where life starts to decay, and the boundaries between reality and the unknown become thinner. The two protagonists, Wirt and Greg, travel through the woods which act as an ever-present character that uses the changing seasons to symbolize the journey between life and death. It is a show that successfully combines the feelings of whimsy and eerie, reflecting the dual nature of fall. I think it is a great example of a show that uses natural elements to enhance storytelling, and the fleshed out natural aspects truly provide a sense of place as you watch Greg and Wirt travel through "The Unknown".

To conclude, I hope my post for this week has provided some insight into the themes of nature, the supernatural, and human storytelling all within the context and atmosphere of fall and Halloween.

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it’s me and my pile of plushies against the world

comically long cat. round frog. christmas plague doctor. fish I’ve had since I was 2. hand crocheted cesare the somnambulist. taleoid from media analysis youtube channel tale foundry. we’re really in it now

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Today's (11/5/2024) Episode: Better Together

The launch of Watcher Tales had made Luigi into a Global Superstar, and he had every intention of keeping it that way!

To that end he continued creating and posting self promotional content, which came with the added bonus of maxing his Media Production skill.

Luigi decided to encourage Skye’s love of photography and farm good publicity for them both by helping Skye sell his best photos to the tabloids. “As a bonus” he told Noemi “Every photo they buy from our son is one less they’ll publish from those paparazzi plumholes!”

Of course, publishing intimate photos taken by his son in and around their island home had the side effect of broadcasting where Luigi lived.

When it came to the fans Luigi was, as always, kind. It still felt a bit overwhelming, but he decided as long as he could keep them outside the house the adoration of the public was a price he was willing to pay for fame. After all, the alternative was fading into obscurity, and he wanted no part of THAT!

He was much less thrilled when paparazzi invaded the family's nightly yoga session. He laid into the photographer, his harsh words and angry tone bringing his sensitive son to tears. When he saw Noemi usher the distraught Skye into the house, he cut off his rant with a terse “never come back here, or else!” and stomped inside to apologize to his family for his outburst.

That uncomfortable incident brought to light that Luigi was not as ready to be done with anger management therapy as he’d thought.

He had been finding his sessions with Dr. Valasquez less beneficial and had told Noemi that he was considering quitting. “I don’t know how much more she can teach me”. But that experience changed his tune, and he redoubled his effort to, as his wife put it “make the most of therapy”.

One thing Luigi knew: none of the fights he’d gotten into in his life had really been “worth it”. He was determined to break the cycle, one day at a time.

Luigi still struggled with his temper when he felt Sims had wronged him, but his reputation as a kind and helpful friend and co-worker was undisputed.

He got a chance to remind himself of the positive aspects of his nature when the first Foxbury intern from the program he and Professor Silva had established showed up for work. 

Remembering his own internship at The Cantina Luigi didn’t hold back, pushing his young protégé hard to teach them as much as he could.

In the end the young sim proved they had a keen understanding of the game, suggesting ways the team could improve Luigi hadn’t even considered!

He thanked Coach Silva for sending such a fine recruit, and his old friend told him that the program was working out great for Foxbury too. The lure of internships with the Nation’s premier E-Sports teams had drawn more promising players to the university that semester and their team looked great.

Luigi’s intern and his old mentor weren’t the only sims he had the opportunity to help that spring.

He worked hard to encourage Skye to stay on top of his schooling, and his natural cheeriness helped counter his son’s own naturally gloomy nature.

Noemi also did her best to help Skye deal with the frequent bouts of sadness that plagued him. He resisted the idea of going to therapy himself, but she pulled from her own experiences to “sneak in” some self esteem exercises that she thought would be beneficial for him.

Even when they were both busy with work, the pair made sure that Skye enjoyed a warm, rich environment full of toys and animal friends. 

All that positive reinforcement bore fruit, giving Skye the confidence he needed to work on improving himself.

In addition to his photography, he advanced to using the play kitchen to make some simple real foods, although few appealed to the refined palate he had inherited from his father. He also started practicing on the violin his grandfather had given him for Winterfest. It wasn’t his favorite activity, but he liked the classy look of the instrument and hoped to get good enough to play it for Grandpa Gilbert one day.

The achievement that made Skye’s parents proudest of him was his improved grades. He’d struggled at first, being unable to see his textbooks clearly and not used to sitting in a classroom for hours on end, but with his glasses and a little time he managed to turn things around, much to their delight.

Working through their struggles as a team helped Luigi and his family thrive in the new year.

They cherished each others company and support, being reminded by their success that everything was better together.

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