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eevylynn · 1 day ago
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WolfTok
Sterek || E|| Booktoker AU || 2518 wc (2/3)
Stiles is shocked to discover that Derek moonlights as a Booktoker. What he finds even more shocking is the discovery that Derek uses it to promote his smutty books it writes under a pseudonym.
Yeah, we’re just going to continue to pretend that TikTok was a thing during Teen Wolf time. Don’t think too hard about this.
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Ch 2
A little over a week later, most of the pack was gathered to discuss their latest problem: a siren lurking in the river that ran through Beacon Hills. It had already kidnapped a few people, and they needed to figure out how to stop it before more went missing. Nearly everyone was talking over one another, tossing out theories and plans of action.
Jackson, arms crossed, was adamant that they call Lydia for advice. “She’s the smartest one in the pack. She’ll know what to do,” he said, as if that settled the matter.
“We should at least try talking to the siren,” Scott argued. “Maybe there’s a way to reason with it. Violence isn’t always the answer.”
Rolling her eyes at Scott’s suggestion, Erica shot back. “Yeah, because talking to a creature that lures people to their deaths with magic songs is totally going to work.” Isaac nodded in agreement.
 "Killing it does seem like the fastest solution," Boyd grunted outed, throwing a shoulder over his girlfriend’s shoulders in solidarity.
Stiles, seated near the edge of the group, was only half listening. His attention kept wandering over to Derek, who stood quietly in the corner, texting Peter who was over at the location of the latest kidnapping point, supposedly sniffing out a lead.
Once again, he just couldn’t help but have Derek’s “Samuel Blackwolf” voice narrating the scene, imagining Derek’s soft voice turning sensuous and velvety:
Away from the arguing beta wolves, Derek stood apart, the low light of the room casting soft shadows over his impressive physique. His back, broad and muscular, stretched beneath the fabric of his shirt, each movement a fluid testament to the raw strength that lay hidden beneath the surface. The simple gray t-shirt he wore clung to his body, highlighting the powerful lines of his shoulders, the subtle flex of his biceps as he typed on his phone. The shirt strained against the contours of his chest, taut enough to make Stiles’s breath hitch. And those jeans—oh, those jeans. They were tight in all the right places, hugging his thighs, the outline of his strong calves just barely visible beneath the fabric. His posture was casual, but the sheer size and strength of him made it impossible for Stiles to look away. Every inch of Derek seemed designed to command attention, effortlessly exuding the kind of confidence that made the heart race and the pulse quicken.
Stiles shifted in his seat, trying to force his mind back to the meeting, but it was hard when Derek was just so... Derek. Every subtle movement—the flex of his arm as he adjusted his phone, the way his jeans hugged his round ass so nicely, the stretch of his neck as he looked down at his screen—sent a rush of heat through Stiles’s body.
Derek’s soft voice broke through his betas’ rising voices. “Peter found signs of a disturbance near the riverbank—ripples in the water, maybe something moving upstream. He thinks it could be heading toward the woods.”
Before Stiles could even process that, his phone went off loudly, the notification tone echoing in the room. He winced, realizing too late that he had forgotten to silence it after doing homework earlier. Everyone turned to look at him, including Derek, whose thick eyebrows were raised, silently asking if Stiles was going to check that.
Flustered, Stiles fumbled for his phone, hoping and praying that it wasn’t what he thought it was.
It was exactly what he thought it was.
His face burned red as he saw the notification that Derek had just posted a new TikTok.
Stiles blinked at the screen, heart racing. Now? Here? How?
Wait.
Derek had uploaded a TikTok right in the middle of a pack meeting, while everyone was here.
While Stiles was here.
How did Derek find the time to do this? When did he film it? Did he do it just before they showed up? Maybe he’d filmed a bunch a while back and was just getting around to posting now? Was he even texting Peter earlier? His mind raced as he continued to stare at his phone, wondering if Derek had ever filmed any while the pack was around.
As his brain spiraled into a thousand questions, Stiles suddenly felt Derek’s gaze on him, heavier than before.
“Is everything okay?” Derek asked softly.
[continue reading on ao3]
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steviesbicrisis · 2 years ago
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Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, being the only one who actually uses social media on a daily basis.
He's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities generator and trying to make the other guys join as well.
When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it "they're just gonna get mad at me because I know no one! let me live in peace!"
Gareth insists until he shoves the phone in Eddie's face, giving him no chance to escape. The filter generates three pictures on top of Eddie's face.
"I have no fucking clue who these people-" he stops talking as his eyes focus on the last picture, it's a man around his age with voluminous hair and beautiful features. Eddie pulls the phone up close, ripping it out of Gareth's hand, to have a better look.
"you okay man?" Gareth asks, out of frame.
"Kiss, have sex with, marry, and adopt a puppy with him," he says, pointing at the guy on the screen "kill the other two."
"That's not how you play man, the fuck??" Gareth appears in frame and looks at the celebrities "you mean the third guy? are you serious?"
Eddie glares at him sideways "have you fucking seen him? he's a fucking-" but the video is cut off by the time limit.
The most liked comment under the video is by none other than famous baseball player Steve Harrington:
"I'm more of a cat type, but how about we discuss it over dinner? ;)"
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More of this story here
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barghest-arts · 1 year ago
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WHOAH y'all really liked these TLT TikTok AUs huh?? Ok have some more
Part 1 / Part 3
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al-the-remix · 5 months ago
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One of my favourites headcannons the fandom seems to share is that during the cruise ship rescue Buck recognizes Tommy from a sexy firefighter calendar he featured in while still at the 118 and that it's partially responsible for Buck developing such a strong interest in Tommy so quickly.
But, I find it equally funny to imagine Buck having one of those tiktok accounts where ripped men post borderlind pornographic videos of themselves finger blasting oiled up chiken or whatever while they craft a meal that looks like it belongs on the menu of a three Michelin star restaurant--tight apron, no shirt, good lighting, horny camera work, whatever tiktok song is trending in the background--the whole nine yards. (I'm imagining something along the lines of this guy's videos).
And the whole time poor Tommy’s trying to keep them all in one piece while flying head first into a hurricane, in his head there's just a mantra of: "is that the guy who makes the slutty eggs? Is that the guy who makes the slutty eggs? Is that the guy--"
(As it turns out Buck is indeed that guy)
Now there's an extra bit at the end of all his videos where Buck sets the plate down infront of a headless hunk seated at his kitchen island who makes a lot of appreciative moaning noises while he devours whatever Buck just prepared for him.
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real-fire-emblem-takes · 6 months ago
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fates modern au where all the units constantly post tiktoks to progress the plot, but have to censor the word v*lla because they get permabanned if they spell it normally.
This was definitely funnier in my head as a way of making fun of characters not being able to say v*lla without getting shadow realmed and also making fun of tiktok word censorship but whatever too late to turn back.
Nah dw its still hilarious
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aristocratic-otter · 4 months ago
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Hey, for once I’m posting early!  Thank you to : @blackberrysummerblog, @rimeswithpurple, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @artsyunderstudy,
@roomwithanopenfire, @larkral, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @letraspal,
@prettygoododds, @bookish-bogwitch, and @whatevertheweather (good to see you back!) for the tags over the last two weeks. 
The summer has been good for me. I’m getting organized and having more time to write! I’ve started the new fic I teased a couple of weeks ago (the one that I was waiting to start until Heart in The Well finished). It’s probably going to be my angstiest one to date, fair warning. 
Here’s one snippet from each of my WIPs 
From Saving Simon Snow: 
“So, you think,” Bunce says slowly, “that the act of casting a spell is calling more magic to the area?”
“Kind of,” Simon says.” His lips twist and he tugs at his sleep-matted curls as he tries to work out how to explain himself. Then he shakes his head. “Actually, no. Not calls more magic. More like takes the magic that’s already there and concentrates it. Gives it a shape. Like, Normals are the source of magic, right? And they produce magic in and of themselves, but they can’t use it. It’s just, like, loose and spread out around them as they go about their lives. But then mages, we use words to give that loose magic a form, and that pulls it together, right? Pulls it into the shape the mage wants it to have. And so doesn’t that mean that Mages are pulling magic from the magical atmosphere each time they cast a spell?”
From Snow Fox: 
Every nerve in my body is on alert. 
I sent the boys home. They’re probably not the reason I’ve been betrayed, but right now, I can’t trust anyone. 
Except Simon.
I need to get to Simon. 
But first…I need to make sure I’m actually alone.
From TikTok Dancer: 
He’s dancing alone. His friends are there, running the music and cameras, but they’re also different. Quiet and focused. Also, if I’m reading their expressions correctly, they’re just a little bit worried, as they watch Simon dance. 
The whole thing makes me feel unsettled and oddly light. Like there’s a bubble of helium in my chest that will soon lift me right off the ground. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that Simon Snow never takes his eyes off of me when he dances. 
From Stars, Flowers, and Children,
When I’m feeling greatly daring, I travel back to our home beach. I stop a distance away, and stay behind trees or rocks, but it gives me some comfort to watch the flicker of shadows in the firelight as Simon moves around performing his evening routine. It’s the only time I allow myself to watch him. If I see him during the day, my priority is to stay out of sight, but there’s little danger that he’ll go traipsing about looking for me after dark, so the darkness is my ally.
It hurts, to see him. But it’s a pain that fortifies me. After a few minutes watching him, I’m able to rest more peacefully knowing that he’s safe and well. The pain of missing him subsides enough to let me continue to live without him.
From Cupid’s Shield:
 “Baz, fight it. You have to. The anathema—”
Now I know he’s aware, in some form. I see fear on his face and tears forming in his eyes. But, at the same time, he’s reaching up to the collar of his own shirt, and ripping it away from his skin. 
That’s it. He’s helpless against Cupid’s spell. He’s going to lose everything because a fucking god with a grudge tore his free will away.
That’s probably my fault too. I pissed Cupid off. He must have hunted down Baz because I was immune to his arrows. That means it’s my responsibility to fix this. 
“Please,” he whispers.
From The Rat and the River
I’m aware that I don’t need to be out of bed right now. Simon Snow will be completely fine without me seeing him off. I could probably sleep for the hours the team will be gone, as there won’t be much for me to do until they’re back. 
Like I could sleep when Simon is out there. In the hot zone. 
It’s a sensationalistic term, “hot zone,” but it captures how I feel about the area of highest risk of infection. Hot, as in getting in hot water or hot as in playing with fire. 
Also hot as in Simon Snow is the hottest man I’ve ever known, even in a shapeless white positive-pressure suit, but that’s irrelevant right now. 
And from my new project, untitled as yet, the following: 
I feel myself slipping. 
Other than the daily cup of blood with a bendy straw, I haven’t seen light in weeks. Maybe months. And for the last several days or weeks, I’ve not even had that. I’ve woken up from a doze to find the blood already inside the coffin with me. I spend more time drifting, semi-conscious, than I do actually awake and aware now.
After all, there’s nothing good about being awake and aware. 
Tags and shout-outs to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @bazzybelle, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed,
@frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @martsonmars, @melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22,
@moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @raenestee, @tea-brigade,
@upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @krisrix, @shemakesmeforget,
@confused-bi-queer, @nightimedreamersghost,  @thewholelemon, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi,
@hushed-chorus, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @mooncello, @ic3-que3n, @shrekgogurt (happy birthday!),
@cosmicalart,  @cutestkilla (also happy birthday!), @theearlgreymage, @alexalexinii, @Iamamythologicalcreature,
@emeryhall, @ileadacharmedlife, @messofthejess, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @best--dress,
@nausikaaa, @youarenevertooold, @j-nipper-95, and @facewithoutheart
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baxteravenue · 1 year ago
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JACK HARLOW TIKTOK BOYFRIEND TEXT TREND?!
pov: you’re in a long distance relationship so texts with your boyfriend are always random …
grey — YOU
blue — JACK
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ineffectualdemon · 2 years ago
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Brainwave: tiktok AU
Binghe is basically this guy and just bakes while being very hot about it
Shen Yuan is a toxic booktok person who has a sexuality crisis when the algorithm starts showing him just Binghe's content
Airplane is also on booktok as an author and always reacts to Shen Yuan's hate rants about his books with vids of him gleefully eating popcorn or otherwise trolling him. No one has figured out yet that they are roommates
Mobei Jun makes ice sculptures but in a way that's vaguely menacing even if the result is beautiful
Sha Hualing is a dramatok account
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I kinda hate that I know this much about tiktok to write all this but also this is all accurate and very funny to me
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skz-fanfic-recs · 7 months ago
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Jisungie are you free 😗
Minho idk i’m kind booked this afternoon
Jisungie oh really? 😥
Minho yeah I’ve got a hot date i’d like to meet for lunch
Jisungie oh really? 😏
Minho nevermind he uses cringey emojis
Jisung 😧
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eevylynn · 19 days ago
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WolfTok
Sterek || E|| Booktoker AU || 2518 wc (1/3)
Stiles is shocked to discover that Derek moonlights as a Booktoker. What he finds even more shocking is the discovery that Derek uses it to promote his smutty books it writes under a pseudonym.
Yeah, we’re just going to pretend that TikTok was a thing during Teen Wolf time. Don’t think too hard about this.
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It started unsurprisingly: Stiles was procrastinating doing his essay by doomscrolling on TikTok. He had probably wasted almost half an hour of countless videos of ADHD hacks, the latest dance trend, a few badass women wielding various medieval weaponry, and some weirdly satisfying carpet cleaning videos.
After liking a neat heart-healthy recipe that he’s thinking of trying sometime soon, Stiles scrolled on to the next video.
The first thing he registered was SKIN.
Then, to the beat of the latest trending thirst trap song, the shot zoomed out to show a shirtless man from his large, corded shoulders down past his rippling abs, reading some book that Stiles had seen mentioned by countless women on booktok before.
The camera panned up, revealing more until—
“Holy. Shit.”
It was Derek Hale.
Stiles froze, his thumb hovering above the screen as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Derek, perfectly disheveled with stubble framing his jaw and brows furrowed in concentration, was reading the book. His kaleidoscope eyes swept across the page as if genuinely engrossed in the story.
Looking at the bottom of the screen, Stiles saw the username @ howlinghemingway.
Well, shit.
Forget his essay, this discovery was much more important. It wasn’t like his essay was even due tomorrow. Stiles still had a week to work on it. Besides, the longer he puts it off, the harder the ADHD procrastination adrenaline will hit, and it’ll probably still be one of the best in class.
With that in mind, Stiles clicked the username to see what other videos Derek had posted as he stood up from his desk chair to make himself comfortable in his bed before he dived on in.
Each video drew him deeper into the rabbit hole. There were videos of Derek discussing plot twists, sharing his favorite steamy scenes, giving writing tips, all while showing Derek in various states of undress while recommending different books. Books Stiles didn’t even know Derek knew about much less owned. Stiles was mesmerized by the way Derek’s sharp cheekbones caught the light, the way his jaw clenched while talking about a particularly gripping part of a story.
One video in particular caught Stiles’ attention. Derek was casually lounging in what Stiles recognized as the library in pack house, the same location as most of Derek’s videos . He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a soft burgundy sweater. Stiles can’t remember ever seeing Derek look so damned soft. That sweater even had thumbholes! Thumbholes! Derek in thumbholes was a level of cozy Stiles wasn’t emotionally prepared for.
But that wasn’t the real kicker.
Derek held up a hardcover novel, his thumb grazing over the title: Crimson Moon by Samuel Blackwolf. Stiles squinted at the screen, confused for a second, until Derek’s smooth voice filled the air.
“Imagine ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ meets ‘Hamlet’, but way steamier. ‘Crimson Moon’ continues Cyrus and Rowan’s forbidden romance. An ancient curse threatens their bond, all while they uncover Cyrus’s dark family secrets. And yes, it’s as spicy as ever,” Derek said, grinning salaciously. “Think forbidden love, secret rendezvous, and intense passion. Unlock the secrets yourself.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped.
Derek Hale, brooding werewolf extraordinaire, was not only a BookToker, but also a secret smut author with multiple books published?!
WHAT?
Stiles could hardly believe it. His fingers trembled as he opened his Kindle app and quickly searched for Samuel Blackwolf . In seconds, he had downloaded the first book, Wicked Shadows .
A half hour later, Stiles was hooked. The book was more than just spicy.
It was flaming hot!
The first steamy scene was barely 50 pages in, and Stiles couldn’t help but notice how much Cyrus reminded him of Derek. Soft, guarded, vulnerable. There was something about the way the character's inner strength was hidden behind layers of quiet intensity, the way he spoke few words but conveyed everything with his actions. It was impossible not to draw the parallels—Cyrus had Derek written all over him, not just emotionally but physically too. Dark, unruly hair, sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you.
Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to push down the heat rising in his chest. How had he never noticed this before? He read on, his fingers gripping his phone a little tighter, his heart pounding in his ears.
And then there was Rowan. Brash, witty, relentless. Rowan was everything Stiles saw in himself, but dialed up to 100. Physically, it was like looking into a mirror—messy hair, wiry build, constantly moving, always restless. But the way Rowan bantered with Cyrus, the way he needled and teased him to get a reaction, to crack that serious exterior, that was pure Stiles. Rowan didn't just push boundaries; he shattered them. And if Cyrus reminded Stiles of Derek, then Rowan was like Stiles with the filter torn off, laying it all bare without hesitation.
It was jarring, almost too much. Was Derek...writing about them? Stiles' heart skipped a beat as his mind spiraled, the scene unfolding in his head as vividly as if he were watching it play out in real life. Every word, every heated glance, felt like an echo of the moments he shared with Derek—the teasing, the stolen looks, the tension that buzzed between them when they were close.
Stiles swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back to the screen. The scene was getting more intense, the chemistry between the two characters palpable. Every touch, every kiss, every word felt loaded with more meaning than just fiction. And all he could think about was Derek. Did Derek know what he was doing?
Before he knew it, Stiles’ hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. He couldn’t help it. The sex, the tension, even the way Rowan took care of Cyrus after absolutely railing him—was too much. Stiles groaned into the crook of his arm as he came, his mind still filled with images of Derek as Cyrus and himself as Rowan.
Post-orgasm, Stiles lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Holy hell. What had he just discovered? He wasn’t sure how to process the fact that Derek, his Derek, had written all of that. He was even less sure what it meant that he had gotten off to it.
But there was no way Stiles could ignore this. Nope. Not ever.
[continue reading on ao3]
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sungjinwhump · 11 months ago
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Shadownanigans
Ch 02 || Fried chicken supremacy
Summary:
As Jinwoo’s body & personality start changing following the events of the double dungeon, Jinah has been documenting it. Not entirely on purpose, at first, but then her little following on social media catches sight of something… strange about her brother’s shadow during one of her TikToks, and she becomes determined to find some answers. This turns into a series of shenanigans and silly pranks as she tries to unravel the mystery that is her own older brother, Hunter Sung Jinwoo.
Or: Jinwoo isn’t exactly up-to-date with the latest trends and thinks that Jinah has been recording videos to send to her friends, or maybe as some kind of video diary to show their comatose mother if when she wakes up. He doesn’t realize she’s been posting them on social media for the world to see.
AO3 || Read an excerpt below the cut (formatting is a bitch so I'm not gonna post the whole chapter here lol):
sung_jinah has posted a TikTok.
[Caption: When ur used to eating college kid meals for the past 4 years but ur brother comes home with fried chicken & ice cream🥰🤤]
The camera zooms in on a bucket of fried chicken. Next, it pans to a pint of vanilla ice cream.
Subtitle: ヽ(˘⌣˘)ノ
“Jinah.”
“Hm?”
“I don’t think I can get drunk anym—what are you doing?” a male voice asks, and the camera finally moves in his direction. The man wears a quizzical expression, brows furrowed, lips tilted down. A silver can with a blurred-out label sits in his hand. A piece of chicken dangles from his mouth and he slurps it up in one bite, bone and all. “Why are you filming? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I have to immortalize this moment,” Jinah says and directs her camera back to the food. “It looks so good, I don’t even know if I want to eat it. ’Cause then it’ll be gone and I’ll be in a state of mourning.”
“Hush and eat your chicken before I do.”
“What?” The camera blurs as she rushes to grab the bucket. “You will not, you have your own—”
The video cuts off and loops.
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hansongyeet
good hunting day??
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Good hunting day :3c
xoxoMINSUNGS_WIFE07xoxo
Why can’t he get drunk anymore? xD
creator reply: 
Beats me xD lol maybe his tolerance went up?  he wouldn’t let me have it >:(
Painfxxl
Lol the way he ate the whole ass bone!?!??
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greatunironic · 1 year ago
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trying to trick myself out of being blocked on the next part of “these traces” by working on the tiktok au + this made me giggle so i thought i’d share
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swampstew · 9 months ago
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Working on it🥴 @killercooksblog
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aristocratic-otter · 1 month ago
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Ok, I'm finally putting this out there...I've been dithering and hesitating for months because this isn't like anything I've ever written and I guess I had self-confidence issues. But I like it, and I hope you will too.
Here's chapter 1
Summary:
Snow has never known a world outside his father's realm in the ocean. Until he comes across a group of dancers performing on the beach, and finds a dream he'd never thought to have.
Chapter 1: Before the Story
Snow
It is the sixteenth falling of Sedna’s tears since my birth, and my sire has finally consented to let me make my bachelor migration. I’m still years out from being mature enough to mate and have my own pups, but I’m old enough and careful enough now to travel the coastline of what the humans call California, in order to get to know the waters of my future domain.
Also, I need to hunt where the most abundant prey are, so that I’ll grow large and strong enough to be ready for that far distant eventuality.
There aren't enough fish here to continue to support both myself and father, and he’s content to travel the slower currents around the Great Bay up here in the north. In myself, I’ve found an urge to go south. Not least because, since my mother died, I’ve known the company of only my sire and the local marine life. And while an orca or a giant squid may be intelligent, their lives are consumed by hunting and breeding and caring for their young. They’ve got no time for idle conversation.
And my sire is seldom pleasant company.
Read on AO3
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askoswaldandmicky · 5 months ago
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Just like in the original you will see lol 😅
Nice!
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gallavich-headcanon · 2 years ago
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found another one.
HAHAHAHA
Hey my darling! How are you? I’m two day away from my last exam (well exams, I have two on the same day) and I miss you so much 😭😭😭😭
Hot EMT Ian coming again to teach safe sex ✨ I bet all of his comments are people calling him daddy
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