#Shadow alpha moon base

[foxyanon]

Shadow Lover

Was not expecting to write this but here we are. Thank you @sihtricfedaraaahvicius for the name and convincing me to post, cause I almost didn’t.

Summary: just a daydream I turned fic, enjoy

Pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 1160

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: Smut, monsterfucking

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

He shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. It didn’t matter that she was a vampire, his sworn enemy, because he did love her just as she loved him. He loved how she felt against him and she loved the way she didn’t have to hold back when things got rough during their intimate moments.

The illicit affair started back after Uhtred was banished from Wessex, when they had moved to Dunholm for a time. The Saxons were on edge, now that Alfreds dog was unleashed and roaming free, but Uhtred packed up the Coocham pack and didn’t look back. It was on a rare solo hunt when Sihtric first met Corvina, her pale skin and red eyes ensnaring him rather than putting him on edge. She claimed she was hunting some human criminal, but Sihtric found he didn’t actually care. He just wanted her and she wanted him. Naturally, that first meeting ended with Sihtric pinning Corvina to a tree as he ravaged her, the image of her crying out his name burned into his memories.

They continued to meet in secret for years, whispering promises and declarations of love with only the moon as witness. Uhtred never learned why Sihtric started doing hunts alone or why he always found excuses to go on long trips, or if he did, he never said. Now, Uhtred sat as lord of Bebbanburg and head of the Northumbria wolves, while Sihtric was the Lord of Dunholm and the alpha of his own pack. His favorite perk was that didn’t have to sneak away to have a moment with his lady love. He could have her in his home, beneath the furs on his bed without a care in the world if anyone heard them. The pack didn’t particularly care for Corvina, but she never bothered them so they simply turned a blind eye to the goings on.

It was late one night when Sihtric retired to his chambers after several days of dealing with a border dispute. Now that Danes, Saxons and wolves could live in Northumbria together, it was an adjustment for everyone and problems arose constantly. He was tired and frustrated, just wanting to collapse on his bed and sleep to hopefully forget about the events of the last few days. It was a petty dispute that ended in the Saxon farmer getting attacked by the wolf he accused of poaching his livestock. It was brutal, the farmer permanently scarred for the rest of his life and the wolf being escorted to Bebbanburg to answer to Uhtred. What he wasn’t expecting, was to walk in and see Corvina laid up in his bed, her smile making his heart race as he hurried to her side.

”I did not think I would see you for a few more days, my love,” he said as he kicked off his boots and crawled over her, kissing up her neck and along her jawline. Even after all this time, he couldn’t help but marvel at the smoothness of her skin.

Corvina chuckled, running her hand through the curls at the base of his neck. “I finished my duties a little earlier than expected, so I thought I would come to you. I can tell by your face that it has been a long few days. Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked in a concerned tone as Sihtric wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her neck.

”No, I just want to forget. Corvina, make me forget,” he pleaded as he pulled back to look into her eyes, wanting to lose himself in her before having to face tomorrow.

She complied without hesitation, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss as hands explored the other with the certainty of long time lovers. Clothes were removed and discarded on the floor haphazardly, breathy moans filling the air alongside the crackling of the hearth. Sihtric kissed down her body, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the coolness of her skin as he positioned himself between her legs. He licked a stripe up her folds, growling lowly at the salty taste before devouring her. He could feel the beast within jump to the surface, wanting nothing more than to give into his primal instincts and claim her like he had a thousand times before. And she let him, just as she had before.

He brought her to her peak with his tongue and fingers before pulling away to flip her over, swatting her rear playfully as she arched her back and gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. Sihtric lined himself up and thrusted into Corvina with a grunt, his claws digging into the pale flesh of her waist while she moaned, adjusting to his length for a moment before he set a slow, torturous pace. His hand traced up her spine slowly, one clawed hand wrapping around her throat and pulling her up until his chest pressed against her back. The angle gave him the opportunity to see her pleasure drunk face, her red eyes hooded and fangs on display as the most sinful sounds fell from her ruby lips. It took everything in Sihtric not to bite down on her shoulder and mark her as his mate, but he didn’t need some mark to know she was his just as he was hers.

Yellow eyes held red ones, her hand reaching back and tangling in his hair once more as her nails scratched at his forearm and left red lines in their wake. Their combined groans and the creaking of the bed would tell anyone passing by what they were doing, but neither was concerned, too lost in the other to care for the opinions of others. His free hand snaked down her body, fingers rubbing circles around her sensitive nub as she trembled in his arms, her walls clamping down on him while she cried out his name. No matter how many times he had her, the sight of her climaxing was one he would love forever. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, the two collapsing on the bed as they rode out their highs together.

When he finally pulled out to lay beside her, their shaky breaths turned into laughter as they looked at the other, a comfortable familiarity settling over them as Sihtric pulled Corvina into his side with a series of quick pecks all over her face. They laid there tangled together under the furs, gently caressing scarred bodies and breathing each other in. They talked for hours, and made love when talking wasn’t enough, Corvina successfully making him forget about the world outside his chambers even if for a little while.

No, Sihtric shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but if you asked him who his greatest love was, he would simply smile and say his heart belonged to his shadow lover.

Tagging: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @alexagirlie @legitalicat @zaldritzosrose @gemini-mama

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[coco9728]

Find the answer below after answering the question!

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Alfie

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[thunderbirds-showdown]

Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

The Long Reach Part 2: Havoc and Fuse attempt to cause chaos on Tracy Island, leading to Kayo, Grandma Tracy and the Mechanic working together to thwart their schemes. Meanwhile, with Jeff Tracy recovered, the rest of International Rescue find themselves dealing with one more problem - the sudden attempt by the Hood to steal the Zero-XL, having stowed away on it.

Relic: When a meteor shower is projected to hit the decommissioned Shadow Alpha One Moon base, concern arises with the discovery the base is still inhabited by a lone crew member - Captain Lee Taylor, an old friend of Jeff Tracy. Scott and Alan take Thunderbird 3 on a rescue mission after attempts to warn him fail, but when Scott boards the base, he's surprised to find Taylor attempting to maintain its defence system against meteors. After initial attempts to defend the base against continuing waves of meteors start to fail, both Scott and Taylor are forced to abandon the base to meet Thunderbird 3 at a rendezvous on the moon's surface that is itself threatened by the meteor shower.

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

day 7 of @theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2024: dealer's choice! (swords & magic au)

i wanted to call this a medieval au, but it's medieval in the same way bbc merlin is medieval. so.

names: Theodore - Theo, Therese - Tracy, Joshua - Josh, Haeden - Hayden, Corbin - Corey, Noah - Noah, William - Liam, Macen - Mason

The thief better known as the Gold-Eyed Dog sidestepped, dodging another blow.

He could almost hear Marcel in his ear, chastising him for letting himself get close enough to risk being caught, but excitement poured throughout his body, fueling him for the next hundred paces he needed to reach safety.

Nearly laughing all the way down into the underground tunnels, Theodore entered their little base with the True Alpha's Heart in (metaphorical) hand.

"You're back." Therese pointed out, still not having moved from her spot at the chemical station. She'd been "perfecting" her paralytic formula for the past week, now, and Theodore and the rest of the Chimera Band have had to almost forcefeed her meals due to her unwavering dedication to the task.

"Not one "welcome home" for me?" Theodore lightly played, catching his breath as his body finished shifting from Wolf to Human.

"Barely a home." Joshua said, rising from his station by the west entrance. He'd been assigned there ever since a near-death experience only a moon before. He still hadn't fully recovered, and though Theodore ordered him to stay put, he seemed to have trouble with the concept of simply doing nothing. "Do you have it?"

Theodore nodded and held up the leather purse. "One True Alpha Heart." He said, with just enough pride to be noted as reasonable. He was almost too late to pull it back towards him when he felt it being pulled away. "Enough, Corbin."

Corbin re-appeared with a dramatic sigh. He had just turned from a stealth and reconnaissance mission with Haeden and Noah. "The least you could do is tell us what it's for."

Theodore held the purse close to him, hooking it back onto his tool belt, and shrugged. "I would have to know to tell you."

"Don't be coy," Haeden's voice echoed from the shadows of her cot. She was always itching for a fight, same as Joshua. "You know everything."

Theodore let out a laugh as he sauntered over to his seat in front of the fire. Corbin joined him, sitting on the rocking chair opposite Theodore's own. "My thanks. Where's Noah?"

"Here," His voice echoed—exhausted, beyond a doubt. As the newest recruit of the Chimera Band, this much movement and motion in a handful of days seemed a lot to get used to, and it had been a busy week with a lot of gold on the line. "Just get to it, if you could."

"Not at the moment," Theodore deflected. He took and opened a small, empty chest from beside the fireplace, setting the Heart within. "We've been hired."

Noah and Haeden emerged from their cots, the rest of the Chimeras gathering around the fire to see the little slip of paper Theodore pulled out from his cloak.

"Found it on a tree trunk in my path," He said, unraveling it. "Whoever sent this knows where we're located—might be wise to accept."

To the Gold-Eyed Dog & companions,

("Companions," Corbin snorted.)

Search and rescue. Bring as many of your unit as possible. Barter for your price if you'd like, for a minimum of a thousand gold pieces.

(Joshua whistled lowly, and Noah let out a surprised exhale.)

Further mission details will be confirmed with the contact. Meet at dusk in the clearing by your tunnels' entrance. I am sure you know the one I speak of.

("How?" Haeden asked. "I didn't spy anyone nearby when I patrolled.")

M.H.

("An anonymous contact for a high price?" Therese noted. "I wonder which lord got himself mixed up in a scandal this time.")

Theodore deliberated for a moment, then said, "Corbin, Therese, you're joining me. We leave in two hours."

Corbin cheered as Therese groaned. "I haven't finished the solution yet—"

"—A thousand gold," Theodore singsonged.

She let out a sharp sigh and begrudgingly said, "It can wait."

Joshua made a noise, just a bit over-upset at the idea of being excluded from another mission.

Theodore turned to him. "I wouldn't worry. Once that injury's healed—" Theodore pat his shoulders, making Joshua shriek once more. "—You'll be returned to your invaluable state. At the moment, there isn't much for our prime fighter to do without the proper muscles for fighting."

<hr>

Theodore, Corbin, and Therese had left. Joshua looked over to Haeden and Noah. "Are we really staying put?"

Haeden had already put on her cloak. "Of course not. Let's?"

"Let's." Noah rolled out of his cot in full gear and picked up his swords from the nearby table. "The note did say to bring as much of the unit as possible, and Joshua doesn't look like an invalid to me,"

"I'm glad." Joshua pulled his lips into a smile. "I would've hated to go at it alone."

<hr>

Theodore approached the clearing closest to the eastern entrance with caution, less on edge, however, knowing that Corbin and Therese weren't very far.

The client, at least, was not a Creature such as they—or perhaps was one, with great strength. Not many Creatures could travel through their forest of rowan without incident—without the Chimera Band knowing.

"Gold-Eyed Dog?" Someone asked, behind Theodore.

He turned, quick—spotting a figure draped in Druid's clothing, one of their age. How had he managed to sneak past Theodore without alerting him? (Or Corbin and Therese, for that matter?) Theodore composed himself and nodded. "Client?"

The Druid nodded. "Druid Macen," He introduced, the name a passing familiarity to Theodore's ears. "Walk with me?" He asked, although it felt more like a compulsion than a willing motion when Theodore obeyed.

Theodore resisted the urge to look around for Therese and Corbin as he listened to the Druid begin his spiel.

"I'll cut to the chase and we can negotiate further afterwards," He started. Theodore nodded, and he began, "A lord in my charge snuck out of the castle last night, and I'd like to see him returned before his father notices."

"Which lord?" Theodore asked, careful not to say anything that might sway the Druid's attention away from working with them—he did propose an attractive offer, and Theodore intended to collect.

The Druid seemed to contemplate, but not for long. "Lord William, of the territory just east of here."

Theodore barely contained his surprise, and the Druid seemed to spot it. (Perceptive as well as intelligent.)

"Now, I understand that you and the rest of your Band are known somewhat as criminals and exiles to the territory of Geyer, which, I have to say, I'm glad you've brought them all with you—" The Druid said, his walk slowing. He waved his hand—Theodore felt a wave of magic flush over him, and something fall out of the trees. The Druid gestured behind Theodore.

He turned to see Corbin and Therese on a pile of leaves, rubbing sore spots, and just to their right, Joshua, Noah, and Haeden, who Theodore specifically remembered telling _not_ to follow them. He opened his mouth to berate them—

"—But rest assured," The Druid said. (Powerful, as well. Theodore should pay more attention to Geyer politics.) "Return Lord William to the castle by dusk tomorrow, and your criminal records in the territory will cease to exist."

Theodore gave him a suspicious look, a brow raised. "Seems a lot to risk for a lord," He said warily.

Druid Macen shrugged. "His importance as the only son of the former Duke of Dunbar is nothing to dismiss."

Theodore noticed an ellipsis that seemed to be figuratively forming above the Druid's head. "...And?"

Druid Macen's features set into something much more grave than the expression he had worn during the rest of the exchange. "I have reason to believe he's been kidnapped. Or otherwise set upon by rogues."

Theodore noted that, the beginnings of a plan forming in his head. "And why us?"

Druid Macen leveled him a look. "Mercenaries usually keep quiet when paid well."

He was entirely right, of course, and although Theodore had already made up his mind before they had met, he still considered his options: first, to accept the offer, second, to run away, leave the nobles to their business, and change their hideaway's location, and third, to kill Druid Macen on the spot and take everything in his pockets. While the latter two options were passingly attractive, Theodore had already made his mind—and would have been backed into a corner, anyways.

Theodore gave him an affirmative—but not definitive—nod. "Your terms?"

Druid Macen beamed.

<hr>

The terms the Druid set out weren't exactly unreasonable, simply... restrictive. In a sense. The Chimera Band didn't do much work involving other parties outside of gathering information, so working directly with Druid Macen during all hours of the following day felt much like they were being put under surveillance. Yes, Theodore had brought Druid Macen back to their tunnels, and yes, he told Therese of his plans to relocate their base anyway, but it didn't do much in the way of comforting her to the fact that a member of the court they were all exiled from was standing in their space—their home. ("Home".)

Therese felt that way, at least. Whenever she looked around at her companions, it seemed that they reveled in the attention Druid Macen so freely gave—especially Corbin. Not to say that she didn't enjoy it, either—Druid Macen was especially perceptive and not at all lacking in intellect, even helped Therese with a particular formula—but she was one who much preferred being by her lonesome than to meet another "recruit of the week" (the term they all used for aiding mercenaries they hired to fill in the gaps in their skill).

They left to conduct their search only hours later, food in their bellies, armor on their backs, weapons on their belts, and Therese with vials in her pockets.

Druid Macen appeared at her side and pointed at them. "How do you use those?"

Therese grinned, almost wolfish as she pulled out her hand. She turned her nails—her claws—towards him. "These vials are specially designed for quick application onto these claws." She brought one claw closer to his gaze. "You see their material?"

The Druid nodded.

"Porous," She started. "When I stab these claws into the lid or body of one of my vials, they take in the formula. Then, it's just a matter of close combat; and you'll find that I'm quite good at that."

<hr>

Theodore walked towards the back with Joshua as the Druid led the search. Druid Macen had brought the Chimera Band towards the last spot Lord William was seen, stumbling (presumably drunk) through the wood. Naturally, Theodore set the Chimeras to their tasks—with Noah and Haeden being left with Druid Macen for the most important task of actually catching his trail. The tip Druid Macen's contacts got was very helpful, considering that they were able to quickly find Lord William's last known location—but something about it all was too simple, and Theodore was on edge because of it.

The way the search was currently going, Theodore wouldn't have been surprised if bandits began to drop from the upper branches of the trees and attack. It was too quiet, and snapping twigs from far-off ground did nothing to comfort him. He needed to stay cautious.

Therese seemed to agree with him, since her head regularly swiveled from side to side, searching for something that only she would be able to see.

It wasn't long, however, before they encountered a shack.

"Hold," Theodore commanded, unsheathing a knife and slowly making his way towards it. He was suspicious—who wouldn't be?—as to the lack of guards surrounding it. If this was where Lord William's tracks led, there was bound to be high-level security; there had to be. (Theodore had heard tales of the Lord's strength, even experiencing its full brunt, but unless something drastic had happened to progress his strength, he shouldn't have been able to take out as many bandits as Druis Macen feared would take him.)

The door had a lock on it, which Theo made quick work of. He threw it to the side and slowly opened the door.

Inside, illuminated by the dancing morning light streaming in from a slit between planks of wood, was Lord William, tied up to the wall by his wrists and ankles, asleep.

"Lord William?" Theodore whispered. He made a motion, signaling his companions to stay where they were.

The Lord shifted, no longer in that sleep-still state. "Who is it?"

Theodore decided to joke, still keeping his knife out and his guard up. "A savior."

Lord William seemed to rouse, just a bit. "I don't..." He blinked his eyes open. "...I don't need saving."

"Being tied up by all four limbs seems to contradict that," Theodore said, creeping ever closer.

Lord William raised his gaze to lock with Theodore's. Something played behind that bright blue, something that clouded his sunny sky for just a moment.

"Theodore?" He asked, voice low. (Theodore didn't doubt that the Chimeras could hear him, nonetheless.) "What are you doing here?"

Theodore went to cut the rope from his wrists. "Your Druid asked us for help. Told me to bring everyone I could."

Lord William's eyes blew wide open. His voice lowered to a sharp hush. "They're still here."

Theodore succeeded in one and moved onto the other. "Who?" He made a motion for the Chimeras to remain on guard.

Lord William moved his free hand to the restrained one to help it get free. He said, low, "...Hunters."

Theodore stilled. "What?"

this week was so fun!! (i know it's late but y'know... life) let me know if you'd want a full version of this!

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Emily and Katie fitch

Birth chart

Sun 🌞 ♋️ cancer

These two guys are very different, obviously, share the same birth chart but have different aspects coming out to play, now with twins in astrology they say that one twin is more outgoing while the other is a bit more introverted which is definitely the case of these two. you get two types of cancers you get the outgoing sex pot type j Katie, and the introverted shy type like Emily whs kind of scared of her own shadow, they definitely have a gemini aspect to them as well.

Moon 🌙

Leo, the moons in there because they’re both very, but they’re also can be self-centredness, especially with Katie, but with Leo, it’s really insecurities that come out, also their mum is an,, quite you know a bit of a bitch, and quite bossy with the dad, definitely an alpha female, which is powerful. This is a powerful chart being ruled by two luminary instead of planets. Leo moons are often not as extroverted as Leo suns .

Rising ⏏️ Taurus

Taurus rising’s are one of the most beautiful rising signs ever seen, they have quite cherub faces, and quite juicy features, it also rules and neck, and the glands around the neck but they also ruled by Venus and, and they’ve got a very beautiful looks to them very feminine, but juicy is the way I always describe Taurus risings, Their clothes and fashion, especially Katie,. Just ultra ultra feminine. this will make Venus ruling planet so they’ve been a sign will be very prominent in their

Mercury✨ cancer

Mercury and cancer because, they are very, into injustice in different ways and cancel rules mother but also motherhood, and Katie has the issue where she can’t have children in the second season, Emily however has different issues when it comes to the talking front, this is to do with LGBT stuff, that or it could be race but cancer rules over things like that,.

Venus 🌷

Taurus, because of their interest in fashion clothes, the job that Katie does in the second season with her, is wedding and part, which would be very Venus based, in planet is Venus because of the rising, Emily because, relationship with Naomi, and her love for her in the deepest and darkest of mom, isn’t afraid to get close to her, when she gets pissed away, a Taurus loves very deeply when it comes to people close to them, and they don’t often have many friends I’ve noticed. when it comes to come in close to people they find it hard with people like I say who aren’t his, Katie has loads of boyfriends during the seasons, where is it Emily sticks with Naomi because she’s always felt that way for and advice.

Mars 🧨🔥

Boss bitches, get shit done, and don’t take any talk from anybody, Mars Sagittarius

[buckybarnesss]

so. motel california. do you have thoughts?

I know the doylist explanation is just that jeff wanted to do a fun spooky episode and didn't give a fuck whether it made sense, but from a watsonian perspective?

did jennifer crash the truck that causes the traffic jam? did she cause the tornado? if she didn't cause the tornado, what was her plan? if she did cause it what was her plan?! why are none of the humans affected by the wolfsbane? why did she just give up after the werewolves had emotional breakthroughs, was this some kind of deeply unethical therapy? why does teen wolf take place in the same universe as psycho?!

i really like the horror-lite aesthetic, it's a fun episode, but it makes so little sense, and it's driving me crazy!

my apologies that this took me so long to answer but it took me a while to gather my thoughts. as with a lot of things in teen wolf it's hard to give a straight answer without breaking down some things first.

the simple answer is: jennifer is good but she's not that good and teen wolf wanted a halloween episode despite airing in july.

but i can never just give a simple answer.

i'm just gonna read more this now because like always i get long goddamn winded about what was going on in 3A.

the thing about 3A i think that is sort of missed is that it's the closing moves of a chess match that began long before wolf moon. the chess metaphor is deep this season, okay. there's a reason derek is the king on stiles's chess board and it's not just because stiles is unhinged about derek.

in 3A there's plot threads that happen in the background that are easy to miss because it's never outright stated and one of those things is that both jennifer and duecalion scoped beacon hills out long before they showed up.

marin morrell shows up for the first time in abomination. much like jennifer she's presented at first as benign and largely unthreatening. we learn later morrell is anything but.

while we don't know if morrell was already working for the school when we meet her it does make her a direct parallel to jennifer.

duecalion's interest was piqued by what happened in season 1. with laura hale's murder, peter's revenge spree ending with the death of kate argent and than derek subsequently becoming the alpha duecalion sees an opportunity.

people have asked what was duecalion's motivation initially and my answer is that it was simple.

duecalion is a collector and he wanted to collect the last hale into his pack.

the events of season 2 only served to interest him more due to the kanima but likely also because of gerard argent's involvement. duecalion and gerard are set up as a lot like kate and peter were in season 1.

they're different sides of the same coin. duecalion and gerard are shadow actors for much of the series both before and after their appearances.

we have to remember that marin morrell is there before peter's resurrection and before the alphas got ahold of erica, boyd and cora.

i fully believe that derek was not only aware that there'd be more hunters coming to beacon hills but also he may have guessed the alpha pack would come too.

derek's desperation for a pack throughout season 2 isn't just because of the kanima it's because he knows he needs a power base and he needs one fast. i don't think he would've pressed scott as hard as he did otherwise.

it should also be noted that deaton (and morrell) were keeping scott's potential of being a true alpha on the down low. deaton tells scott in currents he believed scott would be a true alpha when he learned he was bitten.

i have a whole theory about deaton and morrell having their own conspiracy surrounding scott becoming a true alpha. they definitely kept it as an ace in the hole.

derek was also trying to keep scott away from everything relating to the alphas but his motivation was straight forward. derek wants scott to be a normal teenager.

this is all but said in tattoo.

scott: hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there? that alpha? derek: a rival pack. it's my problem. i know you wanna help, and you did-- i owe you one. now, go home. go back to being a teenager.

we know deaton was aware of duecalion and his pack coming at least by raving due to the conversation he and morrell have after derek brings scott to him after victoria tries to kill him.

marin: i can't decide if i admire your sentimentality or despise it... deaton: if i want your opinion, i'll make an appointment with the guidance office. marin: from the state of things, i think you could use a little guidance. are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids? deaton: they're more capable than you think. marin: and, are you going to tell them what's coming? deaton: they've got enough to worry about...

there's also an argument to be made that victoria argent was bitten by one of the alphas and not derek like we are led to believe.

duecalion doesn't really change focus off derek until he meets scott and realizes what scott can become. again, he's a collector and a true alpha is rare.

jennifer in turn is also focused on derek. he is central to her plan.

there are two things at play with jennifer being that she is obsessed with derek and she does the absolute most to get under his defenses.

jennifer is obsessed with derek because she views him as her savior.

jennifer: you didn't know what you were doing back then, but killing paige in the root cellar-- sacrificing her there-- gave power to the nemeton. you gave it power again. you gave me power. Just enough to hold onto life a little longer. long enough to be found.

she uses her ill begotten power from virgin sacrifices to assist in her seduction of him and her glamour as jennifer is visually similar to both pagie and stiles. there's even moments where she seems to purposefully emulate stiles's more endearing, curious and less threatening behavior to lure derek into a false sense of security.

derek was supposed to be the guardian. jennifer says as much in lunar eclipse

jennifer: i need a guardian... and that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents i was forced to take, or by you.

derek was always jennifer's first choice but poisoning cora and jennifer taking melissa, the sheriff and chris was insurance not just for cooperation but just in case she needed them for the guardian sacrifice.

what she didn't count on was her magic not being enough against the tears of stiles stilinski.

so how does any of this answer your question about what the fuck jennifer's plan was?

let's just say teen wolf played fast and loose with this because it doesn't make a lot of sense when you examine it too closely but i shall try.

i think it's far too easy to say she was going to sacrifice the werewolves but if stiles's theory is true she planned on removing scott, isaac and boyd off the board so she could have free access to derek.

however i wonder if jennifer was planning on sacrificing them in a three fold death than what was she looking to gain from it? possibly their advanced healing as the next episode is when she does the one for healers but i think there was more than one thing at play in motel califnornia.

there's jennifer's plan of completing her seduction of derek and than there's lydia's banshee abilities.

jennifer's surprise when derek turned up at the school parking lot in frayed is genuine. fortuitous for her but unplanned as getting derek alone to complete her seduction was her plan which is where the cross country meet comes in.

as a teacher she would know about the cross country meet and have access to finstock's whistle. there obviously wasn't enough to really affect the humans in the group as the wolfsbane wasn't ingested like at lydia's party but rather inhaled randomly when the whistle was blown which really just makes it less reliable.

so her targets seem to be scott, boyd and isaac over ethan. she wants them out of the way and distracted and them thinking derek is dead is a bonus for her.

jennifer didn't know about the mall rumble nor could she have known they'd stop at the motel glen capri.

i mean, sure maybe she did cause the torndao warning and than also caused the traffic jam to slow them up but that seems like way too many variables for her to control in my opinion.

glen capri seems to have it's own weird magic that the wolfsbane in the werewolf's systems was exacerbated by.

she also didn't know lydia and allison were following them and she definitely didn't know lydia was a banshee yet.

lydia's banshee abilities is what allowed them to figure out what was going on with the motel and prevent deaths.

so to me the whole plan was to get derek alone and scott, isaac and boyd away from him.

[heranubis]

monster cod (dullahans version) ft. 141, kate laswell, alex keller, farah karim, alejandro vargas, rodolfo parra, philip graves

John "Bravo 0-6" Price

where many people mistake mactavish as a werewolf, it's actually price. he has excellent control of his wolf, and is capable of shifting at will rather than relying on the moon cycle.

all of his senses are heightened and his strength far surpasses a regular human. anyone who tries to call him "alpha" gets a growl and eye roll - he find's it annoying and only the rest of the 141 (& kate) can get away with the joke.

is capable of masking his identity of a werewolf, except his eyes will sometimes flash a circle of amber around the pupil - a sign his instincts have been triggered and his wolf is present.

his teeth are incredibly sharp, even in human form. he's not a fan of dentists nor are they a fan of him.

his wolf form more closely resembles a grizzly than an actual wolf - and he definitely uses this as an intimidation factor.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

was actually human, once upon a time. it was a mission gone wrong, a desperate deal made and soul taken away. his body was transformed into a hellhound - think of the ones from chronicles of riddick.

he actually prefers his new hellhound form to his human one! will only be human when absolutely necessary - otherwise you can often spot him prowling around in the shadows, dew claws clicking as he stalks and observes.

his neutral scale color is a faded, smokey gray. when he is content, his scales flush to a lighter, not-quite-white. it's when he's hunting that his scales take on that signature black color - though his face still retains the skull markings similar to the mask he wears as a human.

capable of canid vocalizations in either form, and capable of human speech - he just prefers remaining silent. he also rattles his scales to announce his presence around those he respects or considers pack. everyone else get's a jumpscare when they turn around and there he suddenly is.

will only tolerate pets (read: hard shoulder smacks) from johnny or price. kyle tries, but he doesn't pat hard enough for simon to register through the scales. the effort is appreciated, though.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

a seraphim - or the closest anyone will get to one. four sets of wings, all made of a metal not found on earth. he prefers folding them tightly to his back to avoid accidentally slicing someone.

please don't talk christianity or catholicism with him - he will bolt. he has no issue with religion or anyone being open about it, he just (quite frankly) get's tired of answering the same questions repeatedly.

actually grooms his feathers regularly! though made of metal, they can be very pliant and soft when his body feels like it isn't under active threat. nobody is allowed to sit within his wingspan on horror movie nights unless it's simon, whose scales can't be sliced by the feathers.

if you ask him why he left the clouds - his answer is always the same. his sense of justice was too strong - he wanted to make a change in the world, and he wouldn't wait to do it.

does not have an eternal lifespan and can be killed, but it's incredibly hard to do so. he still hates helicopters and thinks they're pointless (salty that he fell out of one twice).

John "Soap" Mactavish

a kelpie! actually a hybrid between two different species of faer, kelpie is the easiest to identify with. unlike the typical three forms, john only has two: human and horse.

his horse form is a large dark bay, almost impossible to identify it's breed at first glance. the most you'll ever see are those blue eyes and his suspiciously sharp teeth before he pulls you beneath the murky waters.

has a very strong affinity for water, and despite his love for demolitions he will take any chance possible to be submerged. not as big of a fan of salt water than he is fresh or brackish, but he'll take whatever he can get (except chlorine. that is hell and he hates it).

doesn't use his horse form on base - it has a subtle air of influence that tends to draw people in. after a few unfortunate incidences, it's more of an unspoken rule that he can only shift on leave or on field but never on base.

kyle is the only one who has ever been able to sit on his back and his skin not trap him - something about the heavenly blessings? john was a little too stunned to truly pay attention

Kate "Watcher" Laswell

a proper dragon - half of her heart, soul, and lifespan split with her wife. golden scales that grow in patches (like alex, found below) - more like snake skin than harder scales like a crocodiles.

her pupils are slit and while she does have horns, she keeps them short at her wifes request (hard to bonk foreheads comfortably if they get in the way xoxo). her tail isn't super long but that makes it easier for her to keep close and out of the way.

both wings are in tact and she is Not a fan of anyone touching them outside of her wife (and maybe kyle, since she see's him as a good friend and he knows the struggle of cleaning wings).

can absolutely breathe fire, and will do so as a warning.

Alex "Echo 3-1" Keller

a snake hybrid of some sort, specifically a king cobra. patches of scales, fangs that are capable of tucking into his gums, spectacled eyes. he can see in infrared and often finds it annoying when in cold enviornments.

has a forked tongue and absolutely uses it to mess with people. his tattoos and preference for long sleeves actually mask his scales pretty well, so it's easy to mistake him for a human at first glance. he's been known to trick people in the past by randomly flicking his tongue or even unhinging his jaw.

yes, he knows hes larger than a mongoose. yes, they still unsettle him. claims it's natural instinct (he thinks they just look... really weird). hisses as a defense when startled or annoyed, no he will not acknowledge it.

big on seeking others out and sticking close for body heat. farah, price, and kyle are his favorites because of their higher body temps.

has never elaborated on what exactly he is - will give a different answer every time you ask.

Farah Karim

suggested by my beloved noji @blighted-lights, farah would be a harpy or otherwise bird adjacent! i personally see her as some sort of falcon - small and mighty and underestimating her is your very last mistake.

she doesn't bond easily but when she does? she will do absolutely anything for you. she especially loves when you help her preen, it's something she only allows when she feels utterly safe with you.

chirps and coo's when she feels particularly emotional (positive).

she has one of alex's scales and he has one of her feathers. it's a sign of their deep devotion to each other. regardless of romantic or platonic, they are incredibly important to each other and an equal exchange of something so important cannot be ignored.

if you manage to be farah's favorite person? it would melt her heart if you fashioned her feathers into jewelry and even made matching pieces.

Alejandro Vargas

hear me out, but i think he would be a cadejo! a dog shaped creature whose eyes change color depending on it's mood - often seen as either protectors and bringers of good will or the incarnation of the devil.

he stands around the height of a cow, and though his fur is black - alejandro is only a protector of his community. rodolfo often jokingly teases him that he smells like a goat so he very much invests in colognes.

though he doesn't have any visible chains, the sound of them dragging behind him can be heard on especially quiet nights. alongside the sound of his hooves - these are the sounds of safety to the people of las almas.

very much prefers his human form and can mask himself incredibly well.

the most you'll ever see that tells against him being human are his sharp teeth and the subtle color shift in his eyes.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

another shifter, like price! his canid form is actually a Xoloitzcuintli. not a lot of hair and more on the 'traditional' side of hairless. his skin in this form is as dark as his hair as a human, which allows him to blend into shadows better.

much like price, all of his senses are heightened, though he has to be more careful due to little to no fur protecting his skin in altercations (plenty of small scars from chasing after suspects and not being super careful in avoiding obstacles)

yes, he can stand as a traditional werewolf. no, he doesn't do it often - it scares the shit out of ajelandro and while it can be funny, he'd really rather not deal with it.

has exceptional control over his shifting and honestly doesn't have a preference over what form he uses most - just whatevers convenient at the time.

has absolutely pretended to be a regular dog for the sake of an op - has since learned he's a bigger fan of belly rubs than previously thought.

Philip Graves

somewhere between undead and genuine zombie. no he doesn't know how it happened, no he doesn't want to figure it out. no he doesn't want your brains, yes he will bite if you keep bothering him.

constantly smells like rot and sulfur, and his eyes are always just a bit cloudy. his body doesn't fall apart nor does he suffer from rigor mortis, but the cold does not mesh well with him.

incapable of permanently dying - yes he can be put down, but bury him shallow; he Will come back.

please don't call him a zombie, it'll just aggravate him and that's not a fight you want to pick. shadow company is protective of him and vice versa.

has complete cognotive functions alongside physical functions - can very easily pass as a regular person if you look past the more... obvious signs pointing otherwise.

[gal1antry]

Fanfic idea I never got off the ground

Name: In The Grid

Cypher discovers a similarity in all the medical documents of the radiant agents in Valorant.

For context: The First Light happened when all of them were young, some of the younger agents being literal children at the time. When the radiant scare started governments began to medically assess every individual for signs. The thing is, looking at the documents, Cypher finds that almost all the radiant agents with legal medical documents are diagnosed and marked with a certain symbol. A segmented globe and the symbol of shining light. None of the ��human’ agents have this.

Cypher, the curious, nosy, bastard he is, does some digging, meets up with an informant at a café, seeks out some ‘doctors’, hacks into the greatest firewall of code he’s ever seen, and gets a whole lot more than he bargained.

Because, he unintentionally uncovers one of the greatest secrets of Alpha Earth.

Because, isn’t it strange how one earth can have so much of this vital material, while the other, mirrored in every way, scrapes by for scraps and jumps dimensions to take it for themselves?

Cypher discovers that Alpha Earth is also in a radianite crisis, but unlike Omega Earth, came up with a solution. A sickening, inhumane, insane solution, but one that has kept this Earth more than functioning, but thriving in overabundance.

It’s called The Grid. A catalogue of every single radiant on the planet, listing information from their names to jobs, to homes and day to day activities, to the measurement of the Radianite in each of their bodies and how it has grown as they’ve aged.

To an in depth procedure of how much can be optimally harvested when needed.

Harvested.

What follows is Cypher going on a rampage to try and understand where The Grid originated. Suddenly, deaths he’s seen on the news don’t seem too random anymore. The discrimination and hate crimes against radiants don’t feel like once-in-a-blue-moon events. He finds videos of children sitting in white rooms, crayons, paper, and candy sprawled before them, their parents just a room away, while a smiling unidentified individual asks them questions with a strange device gripped in their hand.

At first, he assumes Kingdom is the one at play, but Kingdom turns out to be equally a pawn in this system. They are being supplied radianite from The Grid, sure, but it’s all under more ethical pretense. Cypher points a gun at a CEO of Kingdom and gets full honesty and nothing at all about The Grid. Kingdom doesn’t know anything.

Eventually, he’s forced to reveal his hand. Valorant is becoming suspicious of his disappearances and confront him on the matter, and Cypher, reeling from revelations and coming to the conclusion that dealing with the people effected by it the most is the best choice, explains what little he knows about The Grid.

There’s distress, horror, and anger from the radiant agents. Reyna seems to be the most bloodthirsty about the revelation, knowing her sister is among those listed in The Grid. Other radiants end up sharing their experiences in the ‘white room’ and Cypher is finally given a lead based on their collective information.

This lead points him to a woman, and then a job, and then an operation working in its shadow, and then a harvest in progress.

Cypher tries to save a child who reminds him too much of his own as they’re ripped apart and turned into an ingot of commercial radianite.

This is Cypher’s final straw.

He kills everyone. He burns the warehouse to the ground. He attempts to release The Grid into the public internet space, but is apprehended and captured.

By the government, consisting of both Alpha and Omega individuals.

“Don’t tamper with our system.” They say.

“Fuck you.” Cypher bites back, and fights with tooth and nail to get the word out there, to Valorant on both sides.

But here comes the kicker. A moral dilemma. Radianite is needed. Both sides agree that The Grid isn’t the way to go about it, but if The Grid we’re to stop on Alpha, what would that cause? Alpha would collapse, of course, this sustainability is only a farce held up by murder, after all, but then what would happen to Omega who is already on the decline?

You can see, that it is here that I, the author, got horribly stuck. There is no way to make a happy ending out of this. Stop child murder, cause the collapse of worlds. Keep child murder, everyone lives with bountiful radianite and a horrid understanding of where it comes from.

This concept was going to end in tragedy no matter what side they, or I, chose, and I couldn’t follow through.

[autisticrobotguy]

All characters in Tf severed

autobots

optimus prime♂️, bumblebee♂️, prowl/baracade♂️, wheel jack♂️, ratchet♂️, iron hide♂️, mirage♂️, fire storm♀️, arcee♀️, elita one♀️, wind blade♀️, chromya♀️, hot spot♂️, alpha trion♂️, auto troopers♀️♂️, auto bot hatchlings/eggs♀️♂️, magnus♂️, moon racer♀️, override♀️, road rage♀️,Read alert♀️, nautica♀️, metroplex♂️, cog♂️, Jet fire♂️.

Mercenaries

Dubble dealer♂️, lock down♂️, flame war♀️, dead end♀️, drag strip♀️, motor master♀️, break down♂️, knock out♂️, sound blaster♂️, toxitron♂️, nemesis♂️, Scorpinoc♀️, FastTrack♂️, bug bite♂️, shard♀️,

Decepticons

Megatron♂️, sound wave♂️, shock wave♂️, starscream♂️, thunder cracker♂️, sky warp♀️, bludgeon♂️, tarn♂️, night bird♀️, shadow striker♀️, slipstream♀️, crasher♀️, tread shift♂️, arcnid♀️, frenzy♀️, rumble♂️, laser beak, ravage, brawl♂️, prowl/baracade♂️, bone crusher♀️, black out♂️, nitro Zeus♂️, transit♂️, mix master♂️, scavenger♀️, overload♂️, long haul♂️, skip jack♂️, hook♀️, scrap metal♀️, shatter♀️, drop kick♂️, 6 shot♂️, over lord♂️, zate prime♂️, mega empress♀️, demolisher♀️, Devastor, swindle♂️, gridor♂️, onslaught♂️ Decepticon troopers♂️♀️, Decepticon eggs/hatchlings♀️♂️ triptcon♀️, Brunt♂️

Unaligned

Nova prime♂️(space pope), gaxis♂️ optimus primal♂️(the only sentient mechanimal), primus♀️, unicron♂️.

Humans

DJ♂️(based on my best friend), angel♂️ (based on my other best friend), president Michael ♀️ Duke♂️, snake eyes♂️, Lennox♂️, noha Diaz♂️, Sam♂️, exler♂️(action man)

[jjungkooksthighs]

Her voice fractures under the pressure he stares heavily down on her with.

She’d had to pull what few words she could from the depths of her base being.

Momentarily, his expression softens at her desperation. At the way she blinks innocently up at him despite her promiscuous position between his legs.

Had she been this willing before, he may have considered it. But she had been too late. And this was not the first time she’d said those words.

Her question brings with it the memory of her only fifteen moons ago. She’d been sat astride him, her cunt completely filled with his cock while she’d rocked back and forth with her head back while he’d laid, with his hands behind his head, and simply watched her take her pleasure from him while she pled for the very same thing.

In the same tone.

With the same indecent hooded look in her eyes.

So, he works himself faster in his hand, his irises darkening as the shadows threaten to take them over yet again.

“If you wanted to have me that badly, you wouldn’t have any fucking need to take yourself with your own fingers.” He lets his head fall back again, his eyes closing as he moans and imagines it is her mouth that is wrapped around him. “You wouldn’t have gotten those insipid little toys.” He spits the word like it is poison. “You wouldn’t have acted like a little fucking bitch in front of all my alphas.”

She nods her head, agreeing, timid in her actions, mindful of her tone and words. "Y-yes, alpha.." All she wants now is to please him. To earn his forgiveness. While that is the case,.. she can't help but feel flustered by the low growl that leaves him however, and the way he stares down at her in the sexiest way possible makes her face turning red and warm. She shuffles back on her knees, intimidated by his stare, her eyes nervously flitting between his impressively sized cock and his deep set eyes, lust pooling in the heat of her loins in the process. He tugs at his cock a bit harder this one particular time, and it earns a small whimper from her, and an equally hot moan from him, loud and clear to get her to understand just what it was that she was missing out on. He knew exactly how much she wanted to be the one bringing him to that close finish which is no doubt a few seconds away. But he's not going to give it to her. Not this time. Not after she'd done the exact same thing to him. She'd have to learn how it felt to be in the position she'd put him in. And if that means providing no mercy, he was fine with it for now. He'd let her disobedience get this far. It was time he'd brought a stop to it.

“Please…”

The word is so wanton, so breathy, that even he slows stroking his cock.

He hadn’t heard her that desperate since…

Suddenly, he works his hand fast around his cock, the slicked sounds making her sex sob.

He growls low, his eyes scintillating. “Desperate, are you? Good. You’re just as wet for me as you were that night that I almost gave you some fucking pups.”

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Evil Empire Aliens

After 10,000 years... It’s free.

(Story-relevant info and context under the cut)

Dr. Finster has been hearing whispers in his head for the past 50 years, roughly since he acquired this strange artifact found on the Moon. It started sparingly at first, once or twice a year at most, however in the past few months - since the appearance of Goldar and the Power Rangers - they’ve become more frequent. Louder. It says it can help Promethea defeat these invaders, help the Power Rangers, help the Earth.

It just needs energy.

An alert comes in on the base’ security systems, Goldar has appeared just outside the perimeter. The voice beckons Finster to go.

“The Power Rangers will come. I just need the energy from their transformation. Take me to them.”

Finster resists at first, but is compelled, sneaking himself and the artifact out in the panic as Goldar makes his approach to Promethea base. Of course, he’s intercepted by the Power Rangers, their teleportation scrambling Promethea’s video relays. No one in the base sees what happens next. But they feel it.

The Rangers - too occupied with their battle to notice Dr. Finster hiding nearby in the desert brush with the artifact - call their Dinosaur powers and transform, releasing a pulse of multicolored energy.

And the artifact opens.

Everything is swallowed in darkness in an instant as a shape begins to form between the two factions. Piercing red eyes. Gold markings. And sharp claws.

The shadow wastes no time in attacking the Rangers, taunting them. It calls them “incomplete”, “weak” and “lacking”. Questions where their sixth is.

Beaten down and near defeat, the Rangers make a stand. They refuse to give up, combining their attacks to deal a solid strike to the shadow.

It shudders from the damage, weakened.

And retreats.

Goldar withdraws as well. There is no honor in taking another’s kill. He must go find where the shadow went, and leaves the Rangers to lick their wounds.

Following their defeat, Alpha V alerts the Rangers to something new he’s detected. Something that may lend them the help they desperately need.

Or rather, someone...

Meanwhile, the shadow streaks across the desert to the city, finding a lone girl in a green hoodie in an alleyway. It senses... Insecurities. Loneliness. Strife. Exactly what it can take advantage of. It draws itself over the girl, taking root in her mind and controlling her body.

Later, in the body of the girl (or Tommy Oliver, as it had found in her head) and having created its own garments with its magic, the shadow finds Finster at his small apartment downtown. It thanks him for freeing it. But she requires more from him.

“What was it you called my urn? Rita Repulsa? Yes... yes, I like that name.”

[theficpusher]

ring around the moon by unwept | T | 5086 Louis leans in, eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark, casting spidery shadows under the March sun. Harry meets him halfway. Here, between the space of their mouths, spring comes alive. or 5 slices where they seek shelter in each other.

beat the darkness by turnyourankle | T | 7754 Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

You Smiled by taggiecb | G | 9053 Just then, the man looks up, and catches Harry's eye. Harry freezes, feeling as though he's the one trapped. The man doesn't smile, just watches Harry watch him, until finally he lifts his eyebrows in question, and Harry somehow manages to release himself from the spell that he feels he's under. -- It's 1758 and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | nr | 16258 au; harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

the dead things we carry by MediaWhore | M | 25316 September ‘49 He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out. This is the man who saved Louis’ life. For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself. “Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight. This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real. “Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?” There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

through chaos as it swirls, it’s us against the world by sweetfairydreams | E | 31728 corporal styles is sent on a suicidal mission, at his hands the lives of hundreds of men that are going straight into a trap. he ends up finding louis, the french and most beautiful boy he ever seen, and a baby, in a basement of a dead city. based on the movie 1917

Letters to June by Larry_you_know | M | 41150 It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry | T | 41315 Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him. It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life. When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died. Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in. He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

We're What's Right In This World by BriaMaria | E | 48809 “Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?” “It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally. The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.” Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.” “Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.” “I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.” ---- Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

[edutainer2022]

I have a killer headache today, so a fluffy Jeff and Scott sleep-fic WIP goes up. The ideas, bouncing about, are thanks to @flyboytracy and the giftset of Scott, tumbling down Dad's planetoid, @janetm74 and her Scott vs. Sleep in-depth explorations, and @gumnut-logic in some way or other (I did remember what comments inspired the visuals in my head). There is supposed to be and will, at some point, be an unabashedly fluffy closing scene, featuring Virgil, but re: killer headache today.

SHIELD OF PROOF

**Then**

"It isn't fair!"

His wife's huff is equal parts amusement and exasperation.

"How do you do that, Jeff? Seriously? I get stranded with a toddler shaped supersonic jet. You waltz in from the Moon and he's the sleepy kitty, napping at a drop of a hat!"

She throws her hands up in a dramatic flare, but her eyes are brimming with fondness. He hides a smile in the crown of curly brown hair and makes it a kiss for good measure. The sleeping child is breathing puffs of air into his chest, one tiny arm hugging Dad as best he can, another still holding a toy plane. Jeff could never imagine the idea of a heart swelling with love could feel so real.

"Well, at least Virgil gives you no trouble. That little guy could sleep through a rocket take off."

Which he promptly has. Baby Virgil made GDF private chat trends, having famously slept all through his Dad's launch to Alpha Shadow base.

The trick with Scott, a firm believer in going "run", "fast", "jump" and "vroom" ALL THE TIME, and a self-proclaimed nap-nihilist at a wise age of two and a half, was to remember the little fella was a Tracy. It would get you nowhere to talk him out or to deny what he's set his mind on. But it was possible to reason with the boy and suggest a more optimal solution to obtain the ultimete goal (running about with a toy plane, making engine noises) - say, the plane engines needed to cool down, so how about we wait for a moment right there, on the couch, and then it can fly even faster. Between officer training tips and the unbridled adoration and trust in the bright blue eyes - Jeff soon had a sound asleep toddler in his arms. Or maybe it was because the arms were strong, and big, and Dad, and Dad was THERE.

His wife is openly smiling now, reaching down to extract the toy from the small hand.

"Do you want me to take him? I'm going to check on Virgie anyway."

He adjusts his hold on the warm, small weight with one hand and pulls her closer for a quick kiss.

"Nah, we're good. I'll get Virgie once this little man is up and about again."

Which is bound to happen sooner than they'd both like. The house will be filled with invigorated pitpat of tiny running feet, and shrieks of delight, and little grumbly noises the roused baby would be making, as he would take Virgil to the back porch. But for now he settled to listen to his eldest son's even breathing, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. He was home.

**Now**

"How did you do it, Dad?!"

Virgil's baritone barely passed for stage whisper. He played along, raising a quisical brow at his son's dramatic gesture, spanning the length of the Island infirmary bed. Or rather, the considerable length of Scott, tucked to his father's side, sound asleep. To his credit, Jeff tried for looking sheepish, but it came out more cheeky than anything. Virgil was having none of that - hands up in the air.

"Seriously? You've been back from space for what? Twenty minutes? And you already have him cooperate, have an arm in a sling AND asleep?! It would have taken me the better half of the night!"

Jeff promptly bit down a response that he also got Scott to take painkillers and agree to a deeper scan first thing in the morning. All under half an hour. It felt a little bit comforting to know eight years down the line and he still had what it takes to stare down an adult son who was "fine, Dad, it's nothing, you need to rest!" and had just incidentally led a mission to rescue his hide from the far corner of the galaxy (having tumbled down half an exploding planetoid in the process). What didn't sit comfortably was the offhand understanding his other son would consider himself on Scott wrangling duty 24/7 apparently. It truly had been a long while since he was their father. This would need to change. He shifted a light hold on Scott's slumbering frame, mindful of the shoulder, secured in a sling over his shirt and (now confirmed) bruised ribs - and smiled up at Virgil.

"I have my bag of tricks, son."

Virgil's soft gaze was quickly shiting gears back to a deeper shade of worry (something Jeff would need to nip in the bud), as his hand reached for the medscanner. Which was obviously redundant as it was, likely, the scanner activation that sent his second eldest careening back to the infirmary. His mother barely managed to shoo everyone out to begin with, after Jeff had been settled and hooked up to monitors and IV lines. Alan was beat and half asleep on his feet. John was back up in orbit, to set up sorting data from their incredible trip with Eos (Jeff was a little fuzzy who that was, again - a student? some kind of child prodigy?). Kayo took off with the GDF and her uncle, having given Jeff a fierce hug. Gordon was bidding goodbye to Penelope (and Parker, of course) or whatever the kids called it these days (Jeff filed that one to bask in amusement later). Scott and Virgil were determined to keep round the clock vigil and to not leave Dad's side (possibly ever). Between himself and Mom he managed to negotiate Scott taking the first shift, fully intending to set up camp by his father's bedside and start on the report of the Zero-XL mission. The GDF guys did eye them funny, but still. A report right away? Jeff hid a sigh in a fit of cough. He had a mission of his own, till eight years of fatigue drew him under. Back on the planetoid, crumbling beneath his feet, the lifelong instincts helped compute the flash of lanky blue, tumbling as a ragdoll into the void, into the alarm claxon, blaring "son" and "fall", translating the surge of adrenaline into a single focus - "catch!", a move well honed ever since baby Scott first swandived off a backrest of a couch. Between taking in his son dangling off the death grip of his hand over the abyss, blue eyes transfixed in a mixture of awe and shock, meeting the rest of the boys all grown up and surreally THERE, in his arms, exposing the Hood in a surge of fury so consuming he was sure he scared his kids, and hugging his mother upon landing, he did allocate a breathing moment to process the thought there was no way Scott hadn't hit anything through the collision with every boulder that had been Jeff's home for eight years, or hadn't pulled anything in their drop and grab maneuver.

TBC

[thunderbirds-showdown]

Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

Relic: When a meteor shower is projected to hit the decommissioned Shadow Alpha One Moon base, concern arises with the discovery the base is still inhabited by a lone crew member - Captain Lee Taylor, an old friend of Jeff Tracy. Scott and Alan take Thunderbird 3 on a rescue mission after attempts to warn him fail, but when Scott boards the base, he's surprised to find Taylor attempting to maintain its defence system against meteors. After initial attempts to defend the base against continuing waves of meteors start to fail, both Scott and Taylor are forced to abandon the base to meet Thunderbird 3 at a rendezvous on the moon's surface that is itself threatened by the meteor shower.

High Strung: John detects a high altitude balloon heading straight for the Southern Alps in New Zealand and is unable to contact the pilot. At first everyone suspects that Francois Lemaire is the pilot but when Scott boards the craft he discovers that the pilot is a teenager named Brandon Berrenger, who works for Lemaire. When the balloon crashes on top of a mountain Scott and Brandon have to use Brains' new invention, RAD, to get down.

[buffyfan145]

I was thinking about Sauron being able to shape-shift into a giant wolf and being known as "The Father of Werewolves." Obviously, Tolkien was drawing inspiration from the Norse myth of Fenir (son of Loki), the Giant Ragnarok Wolf that's destined to kill Odin. Hence, why he made Werewolf Sauron such a terror. But, I wonder did he ever consider the more positive aspects of Sauron's wolfish nature? Wolves are highly social creatures that have strong family packs. They usually mate for life; males help rear the cubs; they are fiercely protective, loving, and will grieve for pack members. The idea of the 'Lone Wolf' without a pack fits Sauron and explains what he's missing. Plus, Galadriel and him fighting together gave me all kinds of Alpha Female Wolf and Alpha Male Wolf vibes. It should also be noted alpha pairs pick each other based on mutual strength. They want the strongest possible mate to produce the strongest cubs and carry on the pack. Sounds like Sauron wanting to make Galadriel a queen "As fair and the sea and sun, and mightier than the foundations of the earth." 🐺 👑 She-Wolf Queen Galadriel!

I love this!!! :D I've wondered about this too as werewolves are some of my favorite paranormal creatures and it's all thanks to my Dad introducing me to the classic Universal Monster movies when I was little as they're some of his favorite movies. So I grew up knowing The Wolf Man, Dracula, Frankenstein, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Mummy, The Bride of Frankenstein, The Phantom of the Opera, and all the other smaller ones. However I always had a sympathetic POV to all those "monsters" which my parents were always fascinated by, especially to Lon Chaney, Jr.'s The Wolf Man/Larry Talbot. He couldn't help being cursed and turning into this creature during the full moon and he lost the love of his life because of it and it was just so sad. I always thought of the werewolves as more sympathetic since they're normal humans the rest of the month compared to the other "monsters" (besides Frankenstein) that fully changed into those creatures and lost all their humanity.

Weirdly those movies came out while Tolkien was writing all these books in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s, so it's possible they could've been influences too besides just the Norse mythology and other myths and legends we know that also influenced him. But for me that also turned into watching and reading paranormal/sci-fi/fantasy and how I also watched "Buffy", the original "Dark Shadows" show, "Being Human", "Penny Dreadful", "The Shape of Water", Maggie Steifvater's books especially "The Wolves of Mercy Falls", and so many more that also deal with these types of stories and then Loki being my favorite Norse god thanks to the Marvel movies and Tom Hiddleston's performance.

So knowing about how Sauron could shapeshift into a wolf/werewolf, as well as also be a vampire, I do see everything you mentioned too. And you're totally right about wolves and being the alpha male and alpha female of their pack and how Sauron sees them ruling their kingdom together. Also again I don't think Sauron fully lost his Mairon self till he created the One Ring or maybe even after when he got rid of his "fair form" so during what we're seeing on the show Mairon's still in there.

[themattress]

Pokemon Averages

Unfortunately, no fans this time. Only critics.

CORE SERIES: Gold/Silver/Crystal = 9.0 Red/Blue/Yellow = 8.8 HeartGold/SoulSilver, Black/White, X/Y, Sun/Moon = 8.7 Diamond/Pearl/Platinum, Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon = 8.4 Legends: Arceus = 8.3 Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire = 8.2 FireRed/LeafGreen = 8.1 Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, Black 2/White 2 = 8.0 Let's GO! Pikachu/Eevee = 7.9 Sword/Shield = 7.5 Brilliant Diamond/Shining Pearl = 7.3 Scarlet/Violet = 7.2

SPIN-OFFS: Puzzle League, Pinball, Pinball: R/S = 8.1 Conquest = 8.0 New Snap = 7.9 Stadium, Stadium 2 = 7.8 Snap, Pokken Tournament = 7.7 Trozei = 7.4 Colosseum = 7.3 Detective Pikachu = 7.1 Battle Trozei, UNITE = 7.0 GO, Ranger, Super Mystery Dungeon, Mystery Dungeon: Rescue Team DX  = 6.9 Ranger: Shadows of Almia, Rangers: Guardian Signs = 6.8 Mystery Dungeon: Red/Blue Rescue Team = 6.7 XD: Gale of Darkness, Cafe Mix = 6.4 Duel, Masters, Quest = 6.3 Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity = 5.9 Rumble World = 5.8 Hey You Pikachu!, Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky = 5.7 Rumble Blast, Shuffle = 5.6 Channel = 5.5 Dream Radar = 5.4 Battle Revolution = 5.3 Rumble U = 4.9 Ranch = 4.7 Dash = 4.6 Rumble Rush = 4.2

I can mostly understand this, but one thing baffles me: Sword/Shield, the most divisive games in the franchise, actually had a higher score before the DLC expansions! Yeah, at its base the score was 8.0, but add the DLC review scores and it drops to 7.5. Most people, me included, considered the DLC expansions to be significant improvements! Considering both this and the lower placement of Black 2/White 2, widely considered among players to be among the best in the series gameplay-wise, maybe we should take the score for the freshly released Scarlet/Violet with a grain of salt until we’ve all had a chance to play it for ourselves.