#Monster distribution system

[2-dsimp]

Since URIEL isn't ready Seraphi is off limits and Azrael isn't a good father figure.... *👹 UMPS ON JERICHO👹* "👹👹GIVE ME UR BABUIESSS 👹"

𝚌𝚠: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵

𝙿𝚘𝚟: 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵

[randomsum]

The Incubus Twins

They are both made by @2-dsimp

[4-dsimpvns]

M⃣y⃣ 1st U⃣p⃣c⃣o⃣m⃣i⃣n⃣g⃣ Y⃣a⃣n⃣d⃣e⃣r⃣e⃣ v⃣i⃣s⃣u⃣a⃣l⃣ n⃣o⃣v⃣e⃣l⃣ introduction post!

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Mͫoͦn̾s̾tͭeͤrͬ Dͩiͥs̾tͭrͬiͥb𞀓uͧtͭiͥoͦn̾ s̾y̾s̾tͭeͤmͫ

ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴍ∙ᴅ∙s∙ (ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ): is an 18+ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ɢᴀɴɢ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs, ᴛᴀʟᴏɴs, ғᴀɴɢs, ᴇᴛᴄ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ∙

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪs ᴜʀɪᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜs∙ ʜᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇғɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴜʙɪ/ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜs'ᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴀʟᴜɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʟᴜsᴛ∙ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʜɪs sɪʟʟʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟs ʙʏ ʜɪs ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇs∙

ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ Yandere ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs:

ᴀᴢʀᴀᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ (sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ Becoming your Stoway)

ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴅʟᴏʀᴅ∙)

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To learn more about these potential suitors check out my blog @2-dsimp and then come back here to ask further questions about the games development!

Questions already answered on my other blog:

Game Premise and warnings!

NSFW pricing

MC design

[2-dsimp]

He looks so cuteeee but also deadly 👀

I love it o(≧v≦)o❤️

[orenjineechan]

Yami Bakura being a chaotic cat person.

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

You know back when the AU was a comic, I was able to gloss over so much of the politics of Mewni Creek I was not well equipped to handle and focus instead on the relationships and bonds that were important to the story going forward and explain the new governmental system of this combined world after it had been established and the masses calmed long down.

But now? Now that it’s a fic? Now that I have to essentially re-start the Ovelia establishment and better flesh out her blossoming friendships and connections to the main cast?

I’ve really gotta buckle down and write the politics and post-Cleaved chaos don’t I.

Man…

[lususnatura]

🎤 🎤 🎤

a song that i associate with my muse meme!

AHH, hey, ramone!! thank you for sending in this prompt :D since you sent in three of the mic's, i shall now be treating you to three songs that make me think of blamore when i hear them / that i associate with it. an explanation of why i chose them will be in the tags <3

hozier - who we are.

icehouse - crazy.

depeche mode - personal jesus.

[dreamerofvalyria]

Nikto Distribution System?

So, as @ghouljams has mentioned in their Ghost Distribution System, we can all agree that Simon is basically a stray cat in disguise. He sees his human and goes "ah yes, that one's mine," and will let you lure him into your house with a few treats and praises. Good luck getting rid of him after that.

König is that big, excitable dog who comes crashing into your life, most likely bowling you over in the process. He's knocking things over and jumping all over you, blasting straight through all of your boundaries. Don't bother shouting at him, it'll just made him more excited.

But Nikto? He's more like that dog at the pound slated for euthanasia. He's aggressive and untrusting and has learned that it's better to bite first than to wait for someone to show their true colours. Not many people are willing to take a chance on an animal like that, and those that do are treated with suspicion.

You need to sit patiently with him, let him approach you in his own good time and never push his boundaries. It takes a long time for him to start trusting you, but once he realises you're not like everyone else? You're not just going to dump him back at the shelter the moment he shows any problematic behaviour? You have the most loyal dog known to man.

He will guard you with his life. He would kill for you, tear into the hands of anyone that gets too close, and then show his bloodied teeth to you for praise. He wants to be a good boy, but keeping you safe is more important than that and he doesn't care how many times he has to get hurt to do so.

For you, he's just a cuddly pup, more than willing to curl up on the couch next to you for a nap. With everyone else? They can't even get past the front gate without being snarled at. For outsiders he's nothing but a danger, and you're really the only person who can keep him on a tight leash.

He resource guards you like no tomorrow, very possessive of you and scared someone will take you from him. He might seem like a big, scary monster, but even rabid dogs only bite because they're in pain.

[2-dsimp]

POV: You made Jericho get too excited 👀

@cabieb

[randomsum]

Of course gotta say the creator of these characters is ✨ @2-dsimp ✨

TW slight nudity not rly tho I was going for Mortal Kombat outfits so it's kinda... Exposing?

Urielle the succubus

Azraella the succubus

So at first, they weren't going to fight in the woods....

Seraphina the succubus

[thydungeongal]

Out of prepublished modules/adventures/etc. from any system, what are your favorites?

I'm a huge fan of Gardens of Ynn and The Stygian Library by @cavegirlpoems, they're both OSR so roughly compatible with pre-WotC editions of D&D (0D&D to AD&D 2e) and other compatible games.

I'm very fond of Horror Harry's Haunted House, an introductory mystery for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy by @anim-ttrpgs. It's a perfect example of what I've previously spoken of as a "tutorial module": a module that lets the players learn the mechanics of the game by placing their characters in a low-stakes environment where they're not risking life and death while trying to solve the mystery, and because the mystery is literally like an escape room type attraction there are no actual consequences to the characters in the fiction should they fail to solve it or get the wrong culprit! It's great! You can get the game and the module here:

I'm also a fan of Music from a Darkened Room for Delta Green. It's a great haunted house module with a lot of really scary vibes. The original version of the module was released as a free pdf, but there's a new updated version that costs money which I haven't checked out. The original is a fun, albeit flawed scenario. The original free version is no longer distributed by the Delta Green license holders, but you can still find it. The updated version is only a few bucks in pdf.

Ultraviolet Grasslands is a fantastic prewritten module that actually has enough material enough for an entire campaign. It's basically a psychedelic science fantasy point crawl with illustrations in the style of Mœbius. Highly recommended.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Monsters walk at night (Monster!Price x f!reader)

Another one for @glitterypirateduck Price writing challenge!

Scenarios used, 16. ‘A Pursuit takes place’ and 44. 'A world where mates exist':

Warnings: monster fucking, NSFW, unprotected p in v, partial smut, literally getting chased down.

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It started off as an innocent walk through the woods by the large cabin Price had rented, (seemed more like a house when you saw it), stating you all needed a break. He had distributed the rooms when you all had arrived, securing the perimeter and making sure the security cameras and alarm system worked. You remember the day clearly.

The fridge was fully stocked as were the bathrooms, all the amenities needed for a few days stay away from civilization. You walked into the kitchen getting ready to make some food, the drive there was long and you were absolutely starving. “What are ye plannin ta make and can I have some because I am famished.” You turned to find Johnny strolling into the kitchen. “Well I wasn’t offering to make dinner just looking for a snack, but it’d be a shame to have the cabin burn down.” Johnny groans from the table, “It was one time bonnie! Was nae like I was plannin on burnin the place up!” “Johnny you set the place ablaze tryin to make CUP OF SOUP!” “I was tired!”

Price walked in shaking his head as Ghost and Gaz came in behind him chuckling. Simon piped up, “So you makin food or not?” You roll your eyes, “I’ll make a steaming pile of dog shit just for you Ghost.” “Make sure it has garlic and potatoes, yeah?” After dinner was decided on, (not dog shit), everyone settled in for the night with the exception of you and John. “Fancy a walk luv? There are lights on the trails.” You think about it for a minute and nod, “Sure. Seems like a nice night, gotta walk off that meal too.” You both chuckle and walk outside, the night warm so there was no need for jackets.

You both had been walking for about 20 minutes, the scenery beautiful and calming, making small talk as the scent of Price’s cigar smoke wafts around in the night air. The light from the cigars burning tip gave Price’s already attractive features a boost, almost making him look scary in the dark of the woods. “You know, I could use a bit more exercise. Up for a chase?” You look at him confused as he takes a hit from his cigar and blows the smoke upwards, the red embers showing in his eyes.

He leans closer as you take a step back, his eyes gleaming, his teeth seeming sharper. “Run.” That was all you needed as you took off into the trees. You don’t know how long you ran before you finally heard his boots hitting the ground behind you. He was far but not by much, the sound of his boots thudding loudly, almost like he was heavier now. You had briefly stopped behind a large rock but continued when you heard his voice ring through the forest, loud and strange. “Run all you want sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”

You had barely made it to a clearing when you were tackled from behind. You managed to turn over, finding Price but he looked different. Horns protruded from his head, a spiked tail swaying behind him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing like the flames of hell. “Caught you darling. Smelled you the second you started running. Getting chased down turn you on?” You blushed, turning your head away. Sure you had always found Price attractive, you knew he wasn’t totally human, and maybe you had some disrespectfully spicy dreams about him, so who could blame you for being turned on.

He nudged your cheek before moving to your neck, inhaling your scent. “My mate.” “What?” “You’re my mate luv. Smelled it the second you walked onto base.” “ O-oh, um I-“ “Do you accept? I may be a monster but I’m not an asshole. I’ve seen your dreams, heard your whispers.” “This isn’t a joke right? Because…I love you, have for a while and if this is some weird or cruel joke just so you can get laid it’s not funny.”

His eyes widened, stunned. “You think so low of me? That I would make a joke of something so serious?” You shake your head no and he sighs in relief. Nuzzling into your neck, he licks and groans as he tastes your flesh mixed with sweat. “Do you accept?” You nod, “Words, dearest.” “I accept.” A rumble forms in his chest as you kiss him and you both begin to undress. You had felt the bulge of him rubbing against your thigh through the talk and it had you needy.

To say he was large was an understatement as you openly stared at the size of him. “It’ll fit fine luv, no worries.” You nodded hesitantly, “Please be gentle.” He kisses you to smooth your nerves as he slowly pushes in, catching all your pretty noises in his mouth. “That’s it darling. You were made to take me.” He was only half way in but you already felt so full of him but he continued to slip inside unhindered. When his hips finally connected with your’s he left out a drawn out moan into the night air and pulled back slowly. “I hope you’re ready sweetheart, because it’s about to be a long night.” Running a hand over the obvious bulge in your skin, you clench and that’s enough to get him started.

The night is spent surrounded by the sound of his hips meeting your’s, breathy moans, the name of your captain loud on your lips and hands firmly gripping his horns for the ride. He didn’t let up until the sun had almost broken the horizon, both of you spent and newly mated.

[bogleech]

What’s stopping the Mortasheen monsters with psychic weaponry from soundly overturning the balance of predation? Aside from the relatively few species that naturally resist it via distributed or inorganic brains, it seems like even the most heavily armed creatures would be pretty defenseless against rudimentary psychic attacks.

I guess people are used to "psychic powers" being really OP in a lot of media, but Mortasheen is a Pokemon-style world where psychic powers aren't automatically godlike. Using them requires concentration and your target's mind can still fight back even if it's just a little creature. Lorewise, psychic abilities only exist in Mortasheen because of a biological "wireless internet" system, which is enabled through biotech microorganisms that for centuries have saturated the global environment. So by now even rats have a little web connectivity, but not just anyone can hack a rat and steer it around. Even the rat's brain might damage your own in retaliation. It also follows Freddy Kreuger rules, where the psychic attack plays out in your subconscious like a dream world and your own imagination can "battle" the invading being.

[simplegeneral]

Feudalism of Fire AU: Post-War Horrors and Hopes

For a world 20 years at war, Pyrrhia seems to have a severe shortage of the main form of counted casualties in war, the wounded.

I guess some example of disabilities show are Starflight, Tamarin and Dune? I can only recall some unnamed others, but well, things look pretty normal for how things went.

So well, disabled dragons through Pyrrhia are a common sight in my AU, an unfortunate outcome of all those who might have been blessed or curse themselves for surviving their final moments.

I will focus mostly on the Sand Queendom, for it was where the majority of soldiers came to fight through it.

From the horrors of the western front, the most horrifying frost breath of the IceWings, ever growing in their victims through magical means, medical experts could do nothing but amputate the limbs for a lack of any known medicine ways to solve it.

To the East, SeaWings' explosives and weapons slashed and cut through many dragons. Especially in the known and feared SeaWing Vengeance Strikes, against the SkyWing murderers and monsters of the Summer Palace's massacre in 5011 AS, an event so shocking to the new Queen Ruby that she opened a large field hospital in Scarlet's former arena to treat the wounded, constantly arriving from the Sky Queendom itself, as her generals refuse to cooperate with their own queen.

Prothesis, Wings and Chariots

In the aftermath of the DoD's false brightest night conference in the same year, the treaty of peace was signed, presumably for the next 25 years, conflict was abolished from Pyrrhia, though no piece of paper could ever prevent war from coming.

The new Queen Burn had to face the horrifying numbers of disabled and amputees returning home from the war, one of her first degrees was the construction of a prothesis manufacture in the palace, which would distribute them for all those in need. The act seemed selfless at first, but of course, Burn's pragmatic was playing out, the Sand Queendom had a tremendous shortage of dragons in all fields, she needed all dragons she could have.

The contract was most simple, the Sand Queendom's treasures had ran dry through the reconstruction efforts, barter system was reestablished, Burn knew her subjects could not pay for such things, so each dragon would receive a prothesis and be expected to return to work as soon as possible. A most fair deal as seem by everyone.

The history of those prothesis is relatively simple, they existed for a long time, but just like the wounded in the post-war, they also begun been noticed by everyone as their numbers grew. Most of the time prior, there was one work accident or a death roll with a crocodile, done by some foolish dragonets.

With time in the post-war, those prothesis improved in quality, as well as diversified, including later mechanical flexible wings and the chariots.

Chariots were most often used by merchants to carry goods in short-distances within towns. But in the post-war, they gained a new meaning, giving mobility and independence back to those who lost both their front or back limbs.

The mechanical wings were the most recent of the bunch, an overall still unreliable technology, but seemed to work for short distance travels, a dragon may take many stops even then, but the second models, worked in cooperation with SkyWing smiths had improved realiability and reduced weight, a SkyWing feature not easily copied by any other tribe, and thus flying is almost a reality for many who lost their wings (one of the most common wounds, for the fabric is easily ripped apart).

Braille and Sign Language

Braille was not invented by Starflight, the dragonet tbh, had no idea how to even begin such affair, but thankfully, he didn't had to.

Burn and Scarlet once demanded from their linguists, scribes and scholars the development of a writing that could be read in total darkness, a point Burn was mostly focused to completely stuff out the need of camp fires in her campaigns, barracks and other military resting and preparation situations.

Their scribes came with Braille. At first, it was chaotic and desorganized, with many versions created by different scribes, but by trials through the years, one version was perfected and above all else, was readable.

Burn had mandatory the inclusion of braille in her military documents, and every soldier in training from now on had braille lessons. Her end goal however, was the complete replacement of the writing symbols in draconic, for then even when enemies captured her positions, and unfortunately any left documents of greater importance, they would have absolutely no idea what to get from braille writing.

What begun as military struck of genius, now served the commoners.

Burn had expanded braille lessons to anyone willing to take, and kept her mandatory braille inclusion on all papers, but had abandoned the need to overall replace draconic. A most blessing turn of events that the other queendoms had soon followed in her steps, as the head injuries from war had not been any particularly kinder to anyone.

Especially on the eastern front, against the SeaWing explosives, dragons who usually survived them would be deaf of one or both ears, a consequence of the shockwave and intense pressure in their eardrums.

Thankfully as well, the militaries through Pyrrhia had a vast array of signals that symbolized a silent language, great examples would be such as aquatic of the SeaWings, a completely independent language that would help their own deaf dragons, but to the rest of the tribes, no easier times would come ahead.

While the military symbols could be taught and understood by anyone, they were limited to quick and direct orders, not a full communication language. But according to Burn, deaf dragons should read and communicate through paper for the time being, as her linguists figured out a full communication through signals.

Unfortunately, unlike braille, which had several years prior to be developed, the future draconic sign language would be a much more recent study and far from perfected and completely readable to deaf dragons, but Burn had kept the effort going on for she will not abandon any dragons excluded from SandWing society.

Although dragons had been using their talons, wings and tails to express themselves, those were often simple emotions, far from anything close to a full communication method.

In 5013 AS, after two years of trials, one sign language was standartized, with surprising help of the students from the Jade Academy, and support from RainWing linguists, who had a full array of oratory and especially, signaling language through their scales,

Through their talons, wings and tails, dragons now had a full mean of understanding the other side, a combination of every unpractical methods used by RainWings and SeaWings to the other tribes, a silent language was finally developed.

While Burn have had retired all deaf dragons from her military, she had made an official degree that at every workplace, there must be at least one sign language taught dragon, as for all deaf dragons would be mandatory to learn.

Even at the sand palace itself, Burn has hired her own sign language teacher, becoming at this point a polyglot of all known draconic languages but aquatic. Part of it was her intention to build herself a new image in the post-war, not of a warmonger, but one queen who does not leave anyone behind, no one.

In the years to come, Burn masters sign language, and at her military parades, she does speeches and surprises everyone by also doing a speech through sign language to the deaf war veterans in the first row within complete sight range of her.

A bunch of sketches of some of the stuff I talked about.

Ngl, my great artistic dream is to become a concept artist, I don't need to work for any studio or game company, I just love the style itself!

[ominoose]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Character(s): Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley Summary: Not x reader, just random silly thoughts about the lads. Kinda summer themed. They're still in London. This came out more British than intended. Warnings: None

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

Now that he's not constantly tired and getting two hours of sleep every fifth night if he's lucky, the Brit goes between quiet moments with a book on the couch to hyperactive spiels with no warning.

The newfound energy also takes his sass and mischief to the next level. If Marc or Jake (usually Marc, Jake's too scared) piss him off he will not drop it. For days Steven will slyly bring it up, make offhand remarks or fully kick up the argument again. It's never serious, he's still the one to step in if the other two are at arms, but Steven is no pacifist. "Y'know I just bought all these ingredients to make a lovely homecooked dinner with enough leftovers for Jake's taxi shifts and Marc's workouts... But-" "Steven please, we're starving, come on." "Since my cooking apparently tastes like a grannies garden!" "Por favor, I didn't even say it, Marc did-" "But you didn't disagree bruv!"

Takes Eurovision seriously. He made a point of not watching the BBC broadcast this year, although he's kept tabs on it through other websites. He's still not over last year. Jake tried to look into it and made a small comment about listening to the winner, commenting on Sweden's contestant being good. Steven went on a rant for a good twenty minutes about how it was rigged before Jake learned this was a lot more than a friendly song contest.

Whines when its hot out and forces Marc or Jake to front outside. Then forces them to buy a Mr Whippy for him to front and eat.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

Gets really into British football. It started with hearing chants and noises outside on match days, the comradery and stupid sing-songs from fans in matching team colours bringing him a sense of nostalgia. He's still a diehard cubs fan, but going to the local pub to watch the match, getting a healthy outlet to yell and bang a table amidst others oddly suited him. Steven's just glad he's socializing.

Secretly folds up Stevens more "colourful" shirts and hides them.

Loves British chocolate, hates British crisps. He see's a packet of pickled onion Monster Munch and physically cringes away.

While Steven fronted and browsed through a charity shop, Marc spotted an old ds, just like one he had as a kid. The Brit could physically feel him eye it up from the inside and bought it. Now Marcs post-workout routine includes playing Pokemon.

Marc gets visibly sad and sighs whenever they phone in pizza because its never like the ones back home in Chicago.

Loves a greggs sausage roll.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

Half the reason the other two found out about him was when the old lady that Steven scared off in the elevator to the point she avoided them like the plague suddenly smiled and offered them tea. Turns out Jake had been helping her carry the shopping back to the flat when they bumped into each other. Their odd tea and biscuit afternoons helped Jake keep tabs on the boys.

Naps in front of the telly, usually to some reality tv like Eastenders, snoring away. The moment Steven or Marc slowly try to control the arm holding the remote he jerks away, pulling it to his chest and telling them off because he's still "watching" it.

Knows Marc folds and hides Stevens shirts that he hates. He puts them at the top of the pile just before Steven fronts. Marc has no clue and it drives him nuts.

His favourite passengers to pick up are drunk women. They're always either very funny or tell the most downright devious gossip, never afraid to openly include him in it too.

Made a solemn vow to himself that if he ever drove past Rishi Sunak he'd egg him.

Since he prefers night-shifts, the cat distribution system seemed to give him an 90% chance of meeting kittens on the street. If he has a passenger when he spots the little critter he'll make a mental note to return after drop off, Jake Lockley will not pass a chance at checking up on and cradling a gatita. Marcs learnt to be somewhat present during these shifts to stop Jake sneaking home with several kittens in his coat.

[nicsnort]

Department of Monster Affairs

MEMO: Internal use only

TO: For dispersal among all staff

FROM: Division of Monster Research

TOPIC: Werewolf bites and bodily fluids 

Cultural stories have long passed down the idea that a human bitten by a werewolf in their wolf or hybrid form during the full moon will transform said human into a werewolf the full moon after. This division has long since determined that information to be mostly false, as the bite must occur during a special ritual for the transformation to take place. However, we now confirm that minor human-to-werewolf transformations are possible outside this ritual. Additionally, it seems that the transference of bodily fluids from the werewolf to the human is the cause, not the bite itself; this includes saliva and blood, but sexual fluids appear to have the same effect.  Upon exposure to a significant amount of werewolf fluids, the human body begins accepting the wolven anima into its being. Within the next few days, those exposed will show increased aggression, likelihood to growl, urges to chase prey, and desire to pack. If exposure to the fluids ends, the wolven anima will not bind with the human form, and effects fade over time. Continuing the exposure will prolong the effects and may induce further wolven behavior and biological changes such as heightened senses and increased hair thickness. For women, the biological changes also include a heat cycle; for men, this includes rutting responses to a woman's heat cycle. This appears to follow gender identity or at least hormone levels as a trans-woman on HRT experienced a heat cycle. These results are from observations and testing of the general population who have been engaging in intimate relationships with werewolves. Experimental tests with a wide representative sample are underway to verify the full extent and parameters of werewolf fluids' effect on humans. This new evidence indicates that the ritual bite binds the wolven anima to the human, creating a new werewolf. Considering this, basic medical care to treat bacterial infection is no longer enough for an agent to re-enter the field. All symptoms of wolven anima must be cleared from the system. This knowledge will be distributed to the public via updated guides after experiments have validated the results and we have more information. Additionally, werewolves now fall under the category of corruptive monsters; all previous classifications still stand.

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