#SO IM MAKING THIS AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL

[fashionteahouse]

Reader x Embry

Embry and reader are friends, and one day, while at Emily and Sam's house, Quil makes a bet with Embry that he'll imprint on reader before Embry finds an imprint. Little did the pack know that Embry already imprinted on reader and they've been friends with benefits for a while until Embry is on patrol and his mind slips and everyone finds out he imprinted on reader and he has an idea on how he's gonna ask reader to be his girlfriend and finally tell her that he imprinted.

okie dokie ! hope you enjoy :)

losing is the new winning - embry x reader

Knees were touching as you sat side by side with Embry on the beach. The spring was enjoyable. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too cold.

The smell of left over rain was resting in both of your noses as you both joked around.

The playful, “Stop” was coming out of your mouth as he chuckled at your cute smile.

From a far, Quil looks over and slightly rolled his eyes. Embry abandoned the game as soon as he saw that you were strolling on the beach.

“Hey, you’re lucky she’s a girl or else I would’ve thought you were cheating on me.” Quil tells Embry after you said goodbye to Embry and left the beach.

“Shut up.”

Quil doesn’t bother to sober up his laugh as he shakes his head slightly.

They both enter Sam and Emily’s home. Emily was chastising Jared for sticking his hand in the pot to steal a piece of meat.

She waved her wooden spoon with a hand on her hip.

“I don’t know where your hands have been! You could’ve been digging in your ass for all I know.”

“Come on, Em. You always see me wash my hands.”

“He didn’t deny the digging in his ass part.” Paul jokes, cackles from the other boys were heard and Jared is about to hit him for saying such thing but Sam tells them to cut it out.

“Im eating.” Sam tells them.

They respectfully switch the subject with the thanks to Quil.

“I bet, before you imprint on anyone else, it will be with Y/N.”

“Whatever.” Embry rolled his eyes. But his heart picked up a bit at the fact that he was very close to being correct.

“What? Afraid that you will lose?” Quil smirked.

“Losing is the new winning.” Embry says and shoved food into his own mouth.

After the kitchen and dining room was cleaned up, the others lounged in the living room, some went home

The deep rustle of a chuckle emitted from Embry’s throat as he leans against the wall. He was talking on the phone.

“So, when can I see you?”

It’s silent as he listens to your response.

“Alright.” he says with a grin and hangs up the phone.

“Alright, I’m out.” Embry says to Sam.

Sam nods him a goodbye.

Opening the door, you beam as you hug him tight with your arms around his neck. He sways you a bit as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I missed you.” you say softly.

“I just saw you today.” he says with a grin.

“So?”

“Okay..I missed you too.” he admits with finality and you tug him to the couch.

You both don’t say anything but you two look at each other before chuckling.

“What?” you both say in sync.

You both laugh again.

He graced your collarbone as he tilts his head a little at you, “So, what did you do after you left?”

“Eat. You?” you say quietly.

“Eat.” he says leaned in a bit. You give him a shy smile as you both lean in to a gentle kiss. You both pull back a little and the twinkle was shot through both set of eyes.

You both lean back in.

You smile a bit as your bare body was pressed against his shoulder and arm as Embry’s underwear is halfway down. He stares up at the ceiling as he felt buzzed with erotica.

It was the best drug as he lay in your soft bed. He only gives a crooked grin, a grin that you thought was adorable.

Your tongue and lips weren’t shy on his ear. You wanted to make sure he felt good.

“Do you feel good?” you whisper in a delicate tone.

“Yes.” he says breathlessly.

“Good. I want you to always feel good…” you whisper in the same voice and give him an open kiss that smoothly transferred into you sucking on his earlobe.

“Okay?” you whisper again when you let his ear go, letting your lips brush upon his ear.

“O-okay.” he says as he felt the powerful tingles take over his body. The slow and sensual stroke that you were giving his hard but velvety length was now crescendoing as he groaned, the groan that you love so much.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he breathed out shakily as the light and white substance spilled over your hand as you kept pumping. You kept kissing his ear with a slight breathy laugh.

Quil’s hand snaps in front of Embry’s face, he ignored the scowl that Embry threw at him.

“Did you not hear Sam?” Quil blinked at him.

“What?”

“We gotta go.” Quil says with annoyance. Embry jumps up.

He couldn’t wait to get it over with. Patrol would be over and he could race back to his safe haven. To the person that always made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Your laugh, your breathy laugh came to mind. From there, Embry could see your eyes in his mind.

“Embry.”

Embry was startled. He looked around and realized that Sam’s wolf was in front of him.

“Wait, Embry did you imprint?”

It was Seth. Embry didn’t like his curious mind at that moment.

A collection of voices circled his head, they know knew that he kept the imprinting a secret.

“Embry, congratulations.”

It was Jared.

“I fucking knew it! You never turn down bets. Should’ve known when you said some bullshit like losing is the new winning.”

Quil.

“Are you going to tell her?”

Jacob asks his friend.

Embry then thinks of how he could possibly tell you. He didn’t want you to freak out. Things were good, no, they were great. He didn’t want to mess it up. He refused to mess things up.

Embry was nervous as he listened to the phone trill. A tiny bit of him was hoping you didn’t pick up, but you did. You always did.

“Hey…Are you home?”

“Yeah. Miss me?” you tease.

A smile graced his lips as he says, “Yeah. I do…I actually want to take you out.”

“Oh…Where?”

“Somewhere we can get full. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

Walking to his car was nerve wracking for you. You shake your head subtly as you just chanted to yourself, “It’s only Embry.”

“Hey.” you say once you had your seatbelt on.

“Hey..You look good.”

You look down with a breathy voice with a meek smile, “Thanks.”

You were about to put your coat on, you were indeed full.

But, Embry tells you to wait.

You look at him in confusion but the waiter and waitress brings out a special plate.

You look up with a shocked expression. You look back down to read what it says to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your hands were placed on your chest as your smile was lifted on your face.

You simply had no words.

Embry was nervous until you bursted out a yes.

He then relaxed in his chair with a sigh and takes your hand.

It felt real. The connection with you felt so real. More believable.

His hand however was slightly sweaty as you walked with him to the dark beach. The moonlight and the distance fire was the only thing that was the light sources.

“An imprint. A soulmate. A soul bind. A connection to the soul like no other. The other half to the wolf. The person that completes the shifter. The bond so great, nothing could tear them apart with exception of death.”

You were stuck to watching the old man’s mouth speak.

“Wow. That story was beautiful.” you whisper to Embry as you both slowly walked along the beach, away from the others.

You were close to him as the night air became more chilly.

“Yeah..What would you do if it was real? If it was true?” Embry asks quietly.

You shrug with a smile as you look at the moon.

“I don’t know…That’s kind of cool..A person that won’t ever leave your side. A soulmate. Sounds romantic.”

“So…You don’t think it takes away one’s choice?”

“No…The soul knows what it wants.” you answer and you take a peak at him, “What about you?”

“What?”

“Do you think it would take away one’s choice? Would you want…A soulmate that would be at your side forever?”

Its quiet for a moment before he looks at you. A look that made your stomach jump with excitement. You couldn’t quite explain it.

“No. I don’t think it takes away someone’s choice..I would love to have a soulmate to be by my side forever. I would want you to be my soulmate.” he says as he brushed his fingers across your cheekbone.

You smile as you look down.

“Would you want to be my soulmate?” he asks quietly.

“Of course I would…I can’t explain it…But, it feels like it was always supposed to be like this.”

“I feel the same way too.”

You look back up with a smile.

The kiss was sweet but passionate. You clutch to him as you both sigh with contentment as you both breathe each other in.

He pulls away as he looks at you, both hands on your back.

“What you heard tonight…Is true. You’re my soulmate Y/N.”

The silence scared him. He prepared himself mentally and emotionally for you to walk away with disgust. To call him a freak. To curse him for ruining your life.

Your smile scared him even more. He wasn’t expecting it.

“Im your..Imprint?”

He nods.

“Cool…So, when can I see your wolf.”

He relaxed as he displays a happy grin.

“Whenever you want.”

He couldn’t help but kiss you again. You didn’t mind, you felt that his lips were perfect against yours. As if they were made for your mouth. You couldn’t have been more happier to have someone forever be by your side.

[anim-ttrpgs]

im really glad i found this tumblr account. i dont even remember how or why i did, but it and your ttrpg book club opened me up to a whole new world! ive never enjoyed dnd because i prefer roleplaying social/investigative/etc situations to combat, and for a very long time i thought i just didnt like ttrpgs that much. i hope that more people will break away from the monolith that wotc has built because of the work yall do.

Thank you so much! That’s exactly what we’re trying to do!

It’s often said in the TTRPG industry “a rising tide raises all ships,” implying that all the people flocking to D&D5e is good for the entire TTRPG industry, but that isn’t really true, not when a monopoly and a walled garden are involved. D&D5e doesn’t actually “bring more people into the hobby,” it waits at the door with a net to snatch newcomers and make sure they don’t get any further in. What we do is stand there with a knife and try to cut holes in that yet. This actually benefits the wider TTRPG space, including us.

Everything about WotC’s marketing (and they have so much more marketing than you realize) is engineered to keep you ignorant of your options and present D&D5e as the only, or at least the default, TTRPG. This is how you get people who think that if they don’t like combat they don’t like TTRPGs, or, more often, thinking that if they don’t like combat they can just play D&D5e and cut out all the combat - it’s also how you get people thinking that “combat isn’t roleplaying,” or that rules in general get in the way of roleplaying. To those people I say no, D&D5e’s rules just get in the way of roleplaying for you because 90% of the rules are about combat and you don’t like combat so you stop roleplaying and just try to push through it as fast as possible. Play a game that doesn’t emphasize combat like D&D5e does, or play a game with better combat rules. (D&D5e, for being a game that emphasizes combat so much, doesn’t actually have great combat rules.)

Me personally, I love combat roleplaying. Even though Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy gameplay is mostly not combat, one of the reasons the combat rules are so crunchy is because I love a good combat system and the characterization and expression that can come from it.

In my personal group’s AD&D2e campaign which I have posted about before here, a bunch of my characters are Fighters, and even though combat is both simpler and rarer in AD&D2e compared to D&D5e, there’s still plenty there to provide support for characterization through combat.

[evermore-crow]

ATTENTION CROCHETERS OBSESSED WITH SIX OF CROWS

(or just like obsessed with daggers? i guess! i’m obsessed with SoC so yeah heh)

So, I found this pattern for a crochet tapestry thingy (i’m still new at this), and I think it’s SOOOO INEJ! ok here is the link for anyone interested. The PATTERN is $12.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[theythemmer]

r we phuckin w the phaltar

[3-aem]

if u have been wondering geez where did three fuck off to ive been here

[thegreatyin]

your character makes me actually sick. i hope your account gets bricked and you have to start over and not be an asshole to everyone. i hope you accidentally sell all of your expensive equipment and have to re-buy them for double the sell value. i hope you click the wrong option in a major story beat and have to spend fate to reset it. fuck you and your shitty-union busting empathy-lacking character.

pov you're the scoundrel at a railway board meeting

[becauseplot]

i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---

---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.

"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."

their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"

they don't talk about much else.

see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.

what you can do.

so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.

[bluesidedown]

taking a mental health day was a Good Call

[blueskittlesart]

Hi as an artist who also wants to work in long form visual narratives like your comic I was wondering how you present this at your critique. I have done a few short (very short) artist books in which my classmates just flip through the pages quickly and then critique it. How do you approach asking people to read longer books in a short time to then critique it?

I realize your art is much more digital. Do you offer them a QR code so they can read it at their leisure?

depends. cottontail is the longest thing i've ever had to present for full-class crit and i'm lowkey still trying to figure out exactly how I want to do it. the longest i've done up to this point is around 25 pages. my general rule is that if the piece is under 6-8 pages and is formatted for page-by-page reading, it's reasonable to just put it on the wall, because that's small enough that people can still look at it pretty easily. if it's more than that, what I'll usually do is print and bind a few little booklets (as cheaply and efficiently as possible--we're talking library laser prints with staples) so that I can pass them around, and then ask my professor if they want me to ALSO hang my pages on the wall or not. this varies on a case-by-case basis--some profs REALLY want everything on the wall, but if you're in a bigger class where space is an issue or the prof just doesn't care that much then you might not have to hang your work. If you go for this method and there's nothing on the wall I'd be sure to print enough books that most of your classmates will have something to look at so they're not just standing around waiting for their turn. I've gotten VERY good at formatting and binding booklets these last few years lol. in terms of qr codes, I have done that a few times, but i only ever do it if my work is specifically designed for a vertical scroll, because it's a lot harder to build a website with spreads or page turns, and I think a physical page turn is always going to feel better in terms of presentation than a digital one anyway. a lot of profs at my school are also pretty anti-digital-only presentation, so it's also just a practicality thing to avoid having to convince them to let me do it that way lol

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

goofy ass trainer couple red and jaide would like to battle‼️

[bogkeep]

my special skill is that i'm not afraid of emails. in fact i vastly prefer sending emails because i can do it whenever i have time... the alternative is usually making phone calls, and the phone call times are pretty much always work hours at work days, AKA the SAME TIME AS WHEN I'M AT SCHOOL!!!! this really sucks if the only time i have the opportunity to sit down and do Important Paperwork Stuff is the weekend or the evenings!!! Let Me Send A Written Message Please Please Please

[dearloonies]

I'm so deprived of Lotm fics that I've been imagining several in my head

[faaun]

i think recently i've been less soft and a lot more jagged-edged than i'd like to be. i need to make an effort to be more whimsical and less worried abt how i'm being perceived by ppl etc etc

[alxor-of-hellsite]

THINGS!

2025 is going to be the most jam packed stressful year of my life & i know that for sure because a lot is already planned. So i WILL be an absolute mental wreck (this is apologies in advance) & i will literally be clinging onto support most likely the whole year so tumblr will either be me spamming constantly or me not here for weeks or months at a time & barely posting? i’m so unpredictable. Anyways my entire life is guaranteed to change & the best case scenario will still ruin a lot of shit for me so if i get really depressed THERE IS REASON!!!! & i’ve already made several promises so the world is stuck with me if i can help it. so uuhhhhhhhhh YEAH. ANYWAYS IM SCARED FUCKING SHITLESS LIKE ZERO SHIT SCARED OUT KF MY FUCKING MIND SO YEAH. THE MENTAL STATE WONT BE THE BEST. LOVE YOU GUYS!!! IF MY ACTIVITY IS SPOTTY IM NOT DEAD WE’RE PROBABLY JUST DISSOCIATED AS SHIT!

Anyways. TLDR i’m going to be super fucking stressed out & out of pocket for the next year because of shit.

Any friends of ours read tags pretty please <3

[saudebazi]

my mom's college is sooo nostalgic 😭