#Werewolves are a big thing for me because sometimes I don't feel human and sometimes I don't like my body and I'd rather be a wolf tbh

[saveugoodmadam]

this is so funny to me okay so the timeline goes

Several years ago in my desperately wanting to be a werewolf phase I looked at like one or two pages of the first chapter of the glass scientists but it had literally just started and hadn't gotten past chapter two and I was. A child. So I ended up like of dropping it

Fast forward several years later...

I'm looking at random tv tropes articles and there's one with a picture of a girl with a skeleton hand

I reverse image search it and one of the suggested images is a panel from chapter one of tgs

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I binge the entire comic in a single day and buy volume one immediately

edward hyde and associates sink their grubby little paws into my brain

and today I just spend twenty one pounds on a copy of the two main source materials (j&h and frankenstein) and a copy of the jekyll and hyde OBCR and a copy of the original studio cast recording which had to come over the sea from TEXAS

[werecreature-addicted]

werewolf boyfriend that never shifts back from his wolf form- he doesn't want to. people stare, in horror and fascination as this 8 foot tall beast walks beside you, holds your hand, speaks to you so gently. they wonder how you tamed him.

i don't know where to go with this the sex is also nasty and awesome

You'd long since gotten used to the odd looks you got and the whispers you'd hear when you were out with your boyfriend. Most humans spent their childhood learning how to spot werewolves and monsters in their human forms, so to see a werewolf fully shifted going about his day-to-day was a shock, taken as a sign of aggression.

It was ridiculous the way that mothers would yank their children out of your way as if he was going to gobble them up right here in broad daylight. Or the way that people would cross the street as soon as they saw him. Your boyfriend was a sweetheart and wouldn't hurt a soul not that anyone cared, they only saw his towering frame and sharp teeth and jumped to the conclusion that he was a dangerous werewolf. But just because you were used to the attention didn't mean you didn't hate it.

"Honestly it's rude- it's just Rude I don't know what goes through people's heads sometimes to say something like that to you-" you huff as you storm into your shared home, and your werewolf boyfriend follows after you, nodding solemnly as he listens to you rant.

"Babe it's fine." he purrs lowly trying to soothe you "-well it's not fine he was an asshole. but I'm fine sweet thing," He amends running his clawed hands over your shoulders trying to soothe you. You felt a little guilty. He was the one hurt and here he was having to calm you down.

"Sorry baby, i just wish there was more i could do to help," you mumble.

"Well if you want. There is something you could do to make this day better," he says. You perk up instantly. You're so blinded by the idea of making your boyfriend happy you completely miss the innuendo in his voice and the way his eyes darken.

"How?" You ask eagerly and a split second later you're on your knees gagging on his thick cock. He's not even fully hard yet and you can feel his dick stiffen and grow with each bob of your head. He's so big you can only fit half of him down your throat, the rest of him you manage with your hands.

He cups the back of your head with a clawed hand and pushes you farther down on his cock groaning in satisfaction when you gag. "see how could i have a bad day when I've got this pretty mouth to fuck hmm?" he groans before pulling you up and off his cock before pushing you down on the living room floor.

"Come on babe don't be shy baby spread your legs for me" he growls. he doesn't even give you a chance to comply before he forces your thighs apart and pushes your knees to your chest. He growls as he pushes his cock into you. it's such a low sound in his chest you wonder if he's doing it on purpose or if it's just the way his body reacts to being inside of you. Then his cock hits that spot inside of you and your brain shuts off and it's hard to think of anything other than "good" and "more".

He must be a mind reader as well as a werewolf because he did give you more. fucking you hard and grinding you into the floor, the thick tip of his cock pushes up making your stomach bulge as he fucks himself into your tight heat.

"You like that? you must you're making such pretty noises for me babe, moaning like a fucking whore, tell me how much you like getting fucked like this" he growls. You try to comply, try to verbalize how much you like his dick but all that comes out of you is a broken whine. that's okay, it's as good as any praise in his mind.

"Gonna knot you, baby, you want that?" he asks knowing you won't be able to answer and again all you manage is a breathy moan that gets close to words. if he had to guess it sounded like a yes, please.

His hips jut forward one last time sinking his knot into you as he cums you cry out beneath him as you reach your climax too. You're so pretty like this, flushed and heaving, sweaty and fucked stupid. He'd keep you like this forever if he could.

The werewolf leans down and kisses your forehead before wrapping you tight in his arms as his knot throbs inside of you. It's not such a bad day if he can come home to his sweet mate and fuck you as stress relief.

[t3ddyd0ll]

I know Halloween is long gone and it’s almost Christmas time…..BUT if your yanderes were fantasy monsters such as vampires,werewolves,mermaids,ghost and etc, what monster would they be and how would it effect their yanderism?

anon how does it feel to be a genius with a big brain? good ass question !!

simon i think would be a ghost. he's stuck in his house most the time, has a lot of emotions tying him to earth, and one specific person that keeps him around. (aka, darling). i think they'd spend a lot of time just roaming their house pretending to work and would only leave to haunt their darling, but in ways that are weirdly helpful? like turning the stove down when the foods gonna burn, or opening doors for you, turning off the lights if u forget. pulling the blanket up over your shoulder when ur sleeping and it fell away. they'd be really sweet and would just want your attention, even if it's something small like leaving out a glass of water for him. expect to be followed to every single room you go into. once in a while u might feel some light touches on your shoulders or hair or little kisses on your cheek. you'd also be just watched, sleeping or awake, a Lot. so get used to it!

however, while he'd be really sweet with you... if you try to romance any other person, ghost!simon will not be so sweet. you can expect to have drawers slamming or things being tossed at your partner to prevent a kiss, doors shutting on their face, or you being unable to open the front door to let them inside. if they spend the night, they'll have nightmares and see him standing at the end of the bed just Staring at them.

but! overall he'd be good. just don't be mad when he turns off your alarms for work because he thinks you need rest. don't be mad when he won't let u leave the house to hang out with your friends sometimes. don't be mad if he tries to kill you one day, because he wants you to be with him forever.

wyatt strikes me as a werewolf. a sweet puppy who just wants your attention, who would do absolutely anything you asked, and who takes it a little too far when you spare them a kiss. i can imagine them following you around all the time and carrying around your clothes to have ur scent when ur not around. they'd also be reaaaaalllllyyyy good at tracking u down if you tried escaping, and really good at dragging u back, possibly with broken legs. so don't do that.

werewolf!wyatt would also be set off more easily. this means disobedience could be met with bites and shoving and stuff like that, but also, if anyone messed with u, they're getting their heart ripped out and eaten. <3

thomas i envision as a fairy. it was all over when you told him your name, and now he's got you under his magic, all dizzy and scared but too weak to do much about it. fairy!thomas would still be very sweet with you, still want you comfortable and stuff. but you're going to be at parties more frequently with his friends, and he'd have a great time putting u under spells to make u way too out of it to think, or just enough that you understand what's happening, u just cant fight back.

you can expect more cute aggression, more spoiling, and more cycling through outfits like multiple times a day. he also might take your blood/hair/nails for some magic stuff, and DEFINITELY have you indulge in some fairy snacks such as milk and honey and cookies and such. you also would find urself to be much more forgetful and going with whatever thomas says to do, because it just feels right to obey what he says.

viktor is a siren, through and through. he uses a spell to help him appear human on land, but can change back to being a mermaid whenever he pleases. he's got a much larger cult because of his song, and some of those members are joined specifically for his entertainment and later, food. he would lovvvveee using his spell even when he's just talking to people, so you might find yourself getting reaaaaallly dizzy and confused and euphoric when all you wanted to ask him was if church was at 9 or 10 today. darling would be under his spell constantly, so you can say goodbye to a sane mind. anything you want comes from him, and choices are out the window. he makes all the decisions now.

you'd sometimes have little memories of watching him eat people alive, and then you'd get reallllly scared and panicky. and then it would drown under the weight of his spell, and you'd forget what made you so upset in the first place. wait, why are you crying? best go find viktor. he'll make u feel better.

emiliano is a vampire!! a blood thirsty, violent natured, crazed thing. his kills are always messy and the only blood left is what's smeared on the ground and soaked into their clothes. unless he's killing for pure sport. he's bigger than his human form, like, much bigger, and it makes it way easier to trap and keep his darling with ease.

you can expect to be tortured and drank from alll the time, sometimes right to the brink of death. sometimes you'll be hypnotized and not know which end is up, and other times you'll be fully coherent and aware of all the horrors he's bestowed upon you.

it's in your best interest to just obey whatever he says whenever he says it, because he'll eat u alive if you don't. he's definitely got connections with some underground monster doctors so it won't be an issue if he has a break a few bones or nearly gut you for trying to escape or disobey. just be a good doll and u won't have too many problems! <33

[artbyblastweave]

hello. I am in the middle of doing My Take on vampires and would appreciate your thoughts on Them in fiction. they don't seem to pop up more than occasionally in superhero media, but also you are pretty widely read & they have noticeable Eras/Tendencies that I can see.

I'm definitely not as much of a vampire guy as I'm a Superhero guy, so all my opinions on vampires should be taken with a grain of salt, and with the knowledge that a lot of this is stuff I've picked up through Osmosis and the occasional lit-review for that one class in college. But here goes-

One of my potentially more controversial takes about Vampires is that I think Vampires (and adjacent creatures like werewolves) are great at capturing the emotional truth of being part of a marginalized group, or sometimes just for being subaltern- the world against you, people make you feel like you're wrong for existing, that you're dangerous, etc.- and this is why they go gangbusters both on this website and in general. But the narrative often faceplants for me if it tries to portray vampires as a literal marginalized group because all of that stuff is often objectively true within the fiction in a way that it isn't true of real-life marginalized groups. It's a souped-up version of the X-men problem, because most of the X-Men aren't obligate cannibals! The result of this is that there have been several times I'm consuming something vampire-related that wants me to primarily sympathize with the vampires, and meanwhile I'm going "geez, that's a rough deal, but I think you all need to be killed on purely utilitarian grounds, sorry."

(I do also get the sense as well, right, that this is inextricably tangled up in the fact that a lot of foundational vampire literature was kind of just taking a lot of the horrible lies people tell about the scapegoat group du jour to justify their oppression and then making a guy of whom these things were objectively true. I get the impression, at a distance, that Dracula demonstrates like fourteen different flavors of "Those Depraved Easterners Are Coming For Our Women," although to truly lock in that Take I'm gonna have to read the thing instead of just absorbing it through Tumblr Osmosis whenever Dracula Daily is running.) There are ways to thread this needle, the big one of which is to just sand down the negative externalities of vampirism. Have them feed on animals or voluntary donors or make the human predation thing an in-universe slanderous fiction to begin with. Have them feed on exclusively on quote-unquote "criminals," if you have the right unexamined assumptions about the validity of the death penalty. Go the Elder Scrolls route, where drinking blood isn't necessary to survive but is necessary to maintain a human appearance, thus ensuring that the most morally conscientious vampires are the ones most likely to be identified as vampires and scapegoated by the angry mob. The issue I sometimes take with this is that the act of implementing a "fix" of any kind can sort of broadcast that you're trying to have your cake and eat it too- that you're cutting away the ideatic core of what makes vampires interesting when divorced from metaphor, taken objectively- that they're living trolley problems. As others have said, if you sand them down too much, what are you getting out of a vampire story that you couldn't get from a Tolkien Elf, or from Batman?

A fictional group which I've never really had this issue with, though, is Zombies, in the Romero tradition. When a work wants to construct Zombies as a primarily sympathetic group, it's much easier for me to get on board with that without feeling like the core Vibe has been compromised. This is because there's actually a fairly recent source text for zombies in the form of Romero's Living Dead films, and a major component of the Living Dead films is how much it sucks without recourse to become a zombie.

I was working on a post once, which I never finished, about how there are like, three-to-four vectors of horror that zombies can embody, which different works play up to different extents. While obviously one of the big straightforward ones is the fear that your entire community starts trying to kill you and eat you one day for basically no reason, a major anxiety on display in the original Living Dead trilogy- Dawn in particular- is that in the face of a weird but manageable problem human society would act as its own condemnation, totally failing to rise to the challenge-the horror is that we would let something as inept as a zombie be dangerous to us! Also present in those films? The horror of the idea that your daily routine is so rote and conformist that you wouldn't need to be sentient to continue to carry it out- that the biggest difference between you and them is that you can occasionally be evil in more interesting and evolved ways. And there's this fear of physically and mental degradation with zombies, which for a host of reasons I find extremely fucking relatable. The sense that your body is falling apart piecemeal, bits of you sloughing off when you turn the wrong way or turn your head too quickly. There's this fog over your thinking. The bone-deep knowledge that you used to be more, and are now fundamentally less capable- that there's just enough of you left to understand something is missing. (Read into my personal circumstances whatever you want from this.) Being a zombie is foundationally, fundamentally gross in a way that being a vampire isn't; when people try to do "sexy zombies" half the joke is the pairing of those two words. There's this horror comic Kieth Giffen did once called Tag which is basically entirely about the horror of being a corpse that could feel it; I think about that comic a lot. Anyway, because so much of the horror of zombism is external to whether they're actually attacking and killing people or not, you can totally sell me on zombies as an unfairly-maligned demographic in a way that's much harder for me to buy with Vampires- dropping the danger they pose to other people allows you to maintain so much more of the core of the thing than it does with Vampires, where it feels much more like you're tip-toeing around the tensions between Wanting To Have Fun and the moral horror inherent to what you're trying to have fun with.

[munsonownsmyass]

Matthias Helvar x reader

Notes: I got tagged in this post and well... It inspired me. Thanks for the inspo @theradioactivespidergwen 😆🩷

It's just a silly little something. Unbeta'ed, unedited. First thing I've written in months. Enjoy 🤣

Warnings: None, really. Unless you don't like werewolves... Or women who like werewolves. Some fluff, a boy too big for his furry body, a little spice.

Words: under 1k

With a heavy sigh, you turn the car off and stare into the darkness. Already so dark. You loved this time of year, sure, but not getting home until it was already dark could be so depressing. The only real light was the moonlight, bathing your small cabin in a pale glow.

Grabbing all your stuff, you get out of the car, slowly making your way to the front door. You really couldn’t wait to just relax. Maybe take a hot bath? Wash the day off. Have a nice dinner. But walking in, you realize that’s not going to happen.

Right in front of you, crouching so he doesn’t hit the ceiling, is your boyfriend. Correction, the furrier version of your boyfriend. It dawns on you that it’s a full moon tonight.

“Matthias, what have I told you about shifting indoors?” You sigh as you take the coat off. The big wolf turns, knocking over a lamp with his tail. “Matthias!”

“Sorry.” The voice still throws you off sometimes, so much deeper and gritty compared to his normal warm and smooth voice. You didn’t mind it, though.

It’s almost comical watching this huge mass of a wolf lean down to pick up the lamp, trying to maneuver his claws delicately on the shade, trying to get it back on. Matthias was a big guy even in his human form, but as a wolf? Big. Intimidating. Hot, honestly.

You take pity on him and walk over, taking the lamp from him. As you do, you feel his eyes on you. That’s when you hear it. A soft thud thud thud. Looking around his side, you see his tail wagging, hitting the couch with every swing.

“Someone’s happy.” You say, unable to stop smiling yourself.

“Happy because you’re here.” He says, his tone soft as his paw comes to rest on your cheek. Leaning down, his nose nudges at your other cheek, inhaling your scent before placing a soft lick on your neck. So far, Matthias has barely touched you in his wolf form, fearing he couldn’t control himself around you. That he’d end up hurting you. The touches had been fleeting, barely there. Yet, every time, it would set you on fire.

You knew he could tell. How he could hear your heart speed up, your pulse quickening. The swallow, strained breathing followed by a tiny gasp at the roughness of his tongue on your delicate skin. The scent of your arousal in the air.

His paw gently falls from your face as he steps away, his eyes averting yours. He can’t hide his desire for you either, despite his best efforts. The giant paws do a poor job covering his erection and he looks away ashamed. Instead of telling him again that he has no need to feel embarrassed, you walk to the kitchen with your groceries to give him some space.

“I bought us some nice steaks. Big one for you, of course.” You look over your shoulder with a wink before pulling more stuff out of the bag. “And waffles for the dessert.”

You turn around to look at him, seeing a wide smile on his face. Even though he’s 7 feet tall, broader than any man and covered in dark fur, his smile always makes you think of a Golden Retriever puppy. You’re pretty sure Matthias is the only werewolf pulling of looking this cute.

Just as you’re about to say some more, a loud thud fills the air. His wagging tail has brushed one of your books off the coffee table. When he moves to pick it up, he almost knocks a plant over. You don’t even have it in you to get mad, seeing how adorable he is, holding the book to his chest in one hand and balancing the plant in the other.

“No more shifting in the house.” He agrees, putting the stuff back as you make your way around the kitchen counter to him.

“Well… there is one room where you can’t really knock anything over.” You softly, your tone flirty as you run your fingers through the soft fur on his chest. He’s probably going to say no. He’s done so every other time. But maybe… today could be your lucky day.

“But… Min hajefetla, I-”

“You won’t hurt me.” The plea in your voice clear as one hand slowly makes its way down his abs, feeling every ridge of his hard body. Wrapping your hand around his sheath, you look into his eyes. “Please.”

With a snarl, he pick you up in his arms, making his way down the hall to the bedroom. When his eyes find yours, they’re dark with desire, his tongue coming out to lick his snout. “If you end up bruised, remember you asked for this, min trassel.”

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[roryacker]

If it wasn't obvious I really like werewolves. And coyotes. and Coyote. So I'm taking a teeny short break from WereGhost, just for my own sake, because I absolutely adore this concept and would like to write about it.

Writing under the cut, it's all WereCoyote from here man. Also puppies :)

100% a part 1 I wanted to keep going but I'd go on and on and feel like this should not go any longer. Still. Puppies!

Side note i am a total, utter nerd, I love things like genetics and animal behavior and I guarantee you 10 times outta 10 if i mention funky animal stuff it's just me shoving that interest in here (coyote stuff especially). If werewolves existed I can fully guarantee you I would be studying every little thing. Werewolves would make me go to college I'm sure of it. Genetics almost did, werewolves would make me medicate. What would that course even be called I wonder.

Okay rambling over silly OC time. This is really just a big wall of whatever came out. I wrote this in one night half-asleep by the end of it and running purely on the excitement of getting to write about Coyote for once so. Take that as you will.

A question just about anyone who works with werebeasts hears often tends to be something along the lines of "what do they look like when they're born?" For the blood ones, anyways, the ones who aren't turned or cursed or anything of the sort but just born with it.

Really, it depends on the beast. Some are born human and it's hard to tell until later, and some- the canines, mostly- are born just like their animal counterpart. In every case it's up to chance and genetics, all based on how that specific bloodline has evolved over time, but studies show that in werecanines, the likelihood of having pups is higher. Likely because werecanines tend to have litters, though that's just speculation.

Still- it's the same. They're big just like the parent, and if both parents are beasts they're usually especially big, but they're much smaller than they would be if it was just one. Right out they're usually about the size of the beast parent's paw, which, of course, is no small feat, given how big most of the canines get. They're born deaf and blind and can hardly walk until later on, but by the time they're a year or two they'll have it mastered... in their beast form. Then they'll just be starting to figure out being a human on top of that. So typically, the development of them in said human form is slightly stunted, though they do usually pick that up fast as well. It depends on the kid, and variety in the same litter is common- usually the one who's developed the best, the largest of the litter, will be teaching their siblings how to go about things.

And of course, thanks to technology and the like, mortality rates are fairly low- even the runt of the litter can usually thrive, and with vitamins and hormones and god knows what else, if someone really doesn't want a runt at all the chances can be heavily lowered. It's never zero, no, but it's low enough to be a comfort.

Coming out here was a bad idea. It's cold and there's snow everywhere, and the only reason they were able to get in the state was thanks to Kate- and, really, mountain missions never seem to turn out well for Task Force 141. They're just bad luck... but it has to be done. If they don't, no-one else will.

It became especially obvious that it was a bad idea when Garrick stumbled, unable to see with both the dark surrounding all of them and the snow coating just about everything. So of course he fell in the pit that tripped him up, and the moment he opened his eyes he was met with long, sharp canines and the low, angry growl of something too big to just be a stray dog or, hell, a wolf.

Sometimes, werebeasts run off and make themselves right at home in the wild, instead of tolerating all of the human concepts. Reasons can range from being or feeling threatened, just not wanting to live like that anymore, family issues, to who knows what. A common one is children- instincts go high when young are involved and, as it turns out, human homes don't do much in terms of convincing them that their kids are actually safe. So, it's common that they'll run away for a bit to keep them safe, especially if they're born wild. Runaway weres are nothing new, but that's not what they were sent out for at all- they weren't even warned about this one, meaning either they've gone the wrong way or this one's new.

Gaz realizes pretty quickly why this one's snarling at him- beneath the beast is a bundle of four, maybe five squirming, furry masses, tucked carefully under their body so nothing can reach them without attacking the parent first.

Speaking of which, they're huge. The den is pretty big, hollowed out dirt under a fairly large tree, the roots acting as a method of keeping the whole thing upright and sturdy, and still their back almost brushes against the soil above them.

Not that he has long to stare, of course, when another rumble breaks from the beast's chest, low and angry as they lean closer to snap their jaws in his direction to scare him off from what is most definitely a still-vulnerable litter. It's a little hard to see with the night vision, but the long ears and the lack of any warnings about wolves nearby leads Gaz to believe it might be a coyote or something, and the scars coating its fur lead him to believe that they might have been involved in combat at some point- especially the huge burn on their hip, the uneven skin lacking any fur like the rest of it. It's clearly a winter coat, with how thick the remaining fur is and the time- the Smoky Mountains get cold, unsurprisingly.

He heeds the warning, backing up towards the entrance of the den with his hands raised in a show of submission- trying not to seem like a threat to something that could so clearly maul him if they wanted. He spares a short glance up to the opening to gauge whether or not he should risk turning his back to try and leave, and get a glimpse of his teammates, and quickly realizes that the beast is counting on him looking away. Thankfully, it's not to attack, as when he snaps his gaze back to them they're simply herding the squirming mass of pups away from the stranger that just fell right into their little safe spot...

Yeah, he can kind of see why they're a little nervous. They're tiny- hardly the size of the parent's snout as it nudges them towards the wall farthest from Gaz- and can't do much of anything outside of crying out and writhing about.

"Gaz?" One of the men outside calls, and it prompts another growl from the beast- fur bristling at the realization that this intruder isn't alone.

"I'm fine, just.. don't come in here."

There's a sigh, a familiar sound from Price, before another sound follows. Footsteps, crunching in the snow, definitely getting closer. Damn this man.

Before Garrick can protest, there's a soft thud as the Captain drops in alongside him. The werebeast is already curled over their litter once more, rumbling lowly, but quiets when Price holds a hand up as well, lifting the night vision goggles off of his face with the other. They seem confused, but their teeth are hidden just a bit more, so he can only assume that's a good sign.

"Listen- you can understand me, right?" The Captain starts. Gaz looks at him for a moment, wondering if he's gone mad considering he's trying to talk to the mad beast that they've just waltzed into the den of, before turning his gaze back to the creature instead. They shuffle their weight, but seem far more focused on keeping their body atop the litter than trying to lurch at them or attack or anything of the sort, thankfully.

"We're not here to hurt them. It was an accident, we'll be on our way." He explains, calm as ever, and after a long moment the beast huffs through their nose, glancing up at the entrance to the den and then back to Garrick and Price, like it's trying to silently urge them out.

Gladly.

Gaz is the first to clamber out, more than eager to not be trapped there any longer, but Price lingers- digging around for a bit before finding quite possibly the only piece of food he has on him and dropping it out into the den, no doubt as some sort of peace offering. They did look thin, Gaz realized- huge and muscular, with plenty of fluff, but thin even so. It is cold- prey is scarce. Maybe an early litter..? Or a late one. Gaz isn't sure about the childbearing habits of werebeasts, really, that's not exactly something he ever needed to learn.

As it turns out, feeding them was a bad idea. A really bad idea. A worse idea than coming out here at all on this godforsaken mission. What kind of dimwit starts a bonfire in an abandoned base? Using old supplies? Of course the damn thing exploded. The team hardly had a chance to retaliate against 141 considering half of them were putting out fires on their clothes, a good chunk were injured from the explosion, and the rest were all scrambled and confused anyways. It was an easy mission.

It was an especially easy mission, however, with an angry werecoyote trailing behind them, biting into anyone who seemed too aggressive for their tastes. Legal or encouraged? No. They don't even know who this is. But they refused to leave, so what choice did they have. They didn't leave the pups, or let them fall into the cold once- instead, with a grunt and a scrunched nose that served as plenty warning, they shoved the litter into the arms of the poor terrified rookie who had to watch the beast clamber out of the den, and stubbornly followed the group.

Is this how cat owners feel? Gaz has heard plenty of stories about a stray just showing up one day and making itself at home. This feels like that... kind of.

The pups are cute, admittedly, when there's no worry of if their parent will sink their teeth into him or not. Tiny and helpless and such noisy little things- if not for the harsh bark (surprisingly high-pitched, though he supposes coyotes aren't exactly known for their graceful sounds) that left the beast's throat when he went to pet them in Ozerov's arms, he might have just distracted himself scratching the little guys. But of course, despite following them like a lost dog, the adult was incredibly territorial over their young. It didn't seem to mourn the loss of the den, though it seemed fairly new anyways.

With that came the dilemma on their way back. Deal with an angry werecoyote and turn them way, or take them with and figure out how to get this thing and their pups back. Not wanting to be attacked after all of that, they manage to herd the parent into a nice little spot where they can rest and hopefully not raise too much suspicion, alongside their pups. Obviously Ozerov has had enough thrill for one night given he's incredibly quick to (gently) dump the pups into a cozy pile of extra clothing, wasting no time in getting as far as possible.

The werecoyote doesn't seem to mind getting their pups back, curling up around them and licking the unfamiliar scent from their fur in a manner that's so careful and loving it's almost hard to think this thing could have killed them earlier. Gaz takes it upon himself to watch the creature, and after a short while, Price joins him.

Travelling is surprisingly peaceful. No growls or threats to be heard, no weapons necessary, just patiently watching the beast take care of their litter while everyone else comes down from the adrenaline of the mission. Even if it was relatively easy compared to what they tend to do, that doesn't really leave much room for comfort, and there were still a few injuries. Minor, but injuries nonetheless.

Eventually Soap comes to check out the excitement, as well, having gone a different route alongside Ghost and some of Nikolai's team. He'd missed it, and being Soap, had to see what the fuss was. He pushed his luck a lot, much to Gaz's chagrin, getting close to the beast and even poking and prodding at them a few times trying to get them to react. He ended up with a harsh nip to the hand and a red mark as a warning, and begrudgingly heeded it, settling beside Garrick to watch the pups squirm about for a bit before deciding he was bored and moving to leave. Price left alongside him, patting Gaz on the shoulder and humming a lighthearted remark about believing in him, and finally he was left alone with the werecoyote once more.

They don't make eye contact. Gaz has heard that dogs don't like it, seeing it as a threat or challenge to dominance. He wonders for a moment if that means they're being submissive to him, since it's not their territory anymore, or if that means they're stubbornly refusing to believe he could be in a dominant position, but he assumes with the tail tucked under one of their legs and the pushed back ears that it's the former. Eventually they turn their back to him entirely, and he assumes it has to do with the noisy whines of the pups and the way they'd begun to crawl closer and nudge at their parent's fur, but regardless he doesn't budge from his spot.

It's not really worry- he assumes they're smart enough to know not to start anything so high up into the air. Or at least, not worry for the task force or Nikolai's men. He's a little worried for the beast and their pups. Eventually it's enough that he pushes up to stand and decides to look around and see if they have any food stashed away. He doesn't get much, but it's enough, and some of it's even meat. He assumes that they'd probably like meat more, being a werecanine. Gaz can't say he's heard of a vegetarian dog, though he also can't say he knows much about werebeasts in general.

He creeps back towards where they're still laid down, and decides to simply open a packet and slide it towards them instead of pulling a Johnny and risking a bite. It takes a moment, but they do perk up at the scent, glancing back towards Gaz for a short second before reaching with their snout to pick at the food and drag it closer. He feels a little happy that he was able to help them, even if it isn't much.

As usual, it takes a long while to get back to base. A bit of sleuthing and some help from Kate leads them to an identity. As it turns out, their stowaway is Rory Acker, given the ever-so-clever callsign "Coyote," a retired Lieutenant who served as a working dog for a while- Gaz thought it sounded cruel to call him that, but Price only shrugged when he mentioned it and said that was the term. Regardless, it explained the scars, especially the burn given a briefly mentioned incident regarding a flame during combat. As far as anyone could tell, he was born a werecoyote, though information on his family was hard to find at best.

The pups, however, was new. Of course it was- the little things were so small they couldn't be more than a month old, at most. Maybe even younger. He had no recorded partners, he was assigned female at birth, it turned out, but had always been on birth control while in service, and he had retired years ago shortly after his handler was KIA. Information after that got blurry, but there was no news regarding him, and he didn't seem to have much of anything regarding a criminal record to go off of, so the rest they'd just have to learn from Rory himself.

They had him set up in a room in the barracks, Price explaining what he knew about werebeasts as they both wandered off towards the room in question with extra blankets and towels in their arms, just about anything soft they could find that wasn't actively being used, already claimed, or necessary for someone else. By the time they got inside their odd new companion had already settled himself and his pups under the bed in a new makeshift den, and it was just a matter of leaving the bedding on top of the bed and mentioning it was there before they left again.

Gaz decided it might be best to get some research in on what the hell taking in a werecoyote even means... and more information on how werebeasts in the military work, given he's never seen it himself. It's mostly a US thing, it looks like, but it doesn't look like it's illegal anywhere. Discouraged in some places, maybe, but even in the UK it looks to be a pretty active practice... just not spoken of much.

Then, of course, comes the slightly uncomfortable searches about werecoyotes specifically. They share most of their habits with real coyotes, not that Garrick knows much about those either considering they're kind of a States thing, including their mating habits. They form bonds with one mate and usually have their pups after two months or so- meaning, to a point, it does make sense to see pups around this time, if he stretches his logic just a bit.

It's late when he decides he knows enough for the night, not really wanting to know more about all of that than he has to. There's no commotion, no growling across the hall, and the night remains quiet. It's easy to forget what all just happened, at least for a few hours.

Ghost was the last to see Rory. He was woken up by panicked snarls and a harsh-sounding thud from the room they kept him in, and, realizing no-one was awake to check, he begrudgingly went to check it out. The pups were fine, though awoken and disturbed by their father's outburst- which, clearly, had been caused by a nightmare, considering when he opens the door he finds the beast panting and shuddering, very clearly wide awake, looking terrified.

Ghost knows that look.

He didn't think about it much, grumbling and complaining under his breath, but managed to herd Rory back under and into his makeshift den with the pups. A quick glance proved they were all fine, unharmed by the outburst even if all the movement and the loss of their source of warmth had stressed them slightly. Simon somehow crammed himself under there as well, tight fit be damned. He hadn't been there to see the beast lashing out the first time, or just how territorial he got, but he didn't encounter any problems- probably because he didn't really show any interest in the pups, really. Yes, he was a big man with a weird skull mask who just showed up, but outside of a quick look (which was partially just because he heard the squeaking) he had paid them little mind.

He sat there for a while, just sitting there so that Rory had someone else to soak up the presence of, figuring that the anxiety of needing to protect his pups from a stranger might just kick him out of the state his mind's in. Eventually, that shifted to Ghost deciding he's tired and doesn't care enough, shuffling closer and laying against the beast's back. Under the fur it's not very soft- a bit of give around his gut, but firm and bony around his sides and back. Still, Ghost has slept on worse, and he isn't being bit or really even growled at, outside of a short, halfhearted grunt of warning. He decides to stay right there, not really seeing Rory as a threat- if he wanted to cause problems he would have, and if Ghost knows anything about werecanines, they're about as greedy as a dragon when it comes to keeping "their" things safe. Pups seem like something Rory would prioritize over anything else, surely.

He's right, of course he's right. By the time he wakes up it's started to get light already, a golden glow bleeding into the room, and the beast is back asleep, curled tight around the litter that's finally settled as well. Ghost sits up, muttering to himself and reaching behind him to offer Rory a firm pat to the side, the same way he might a proper dog, then makes his leave.

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Disc World bookclub thoughts- Monstrous Regiment

Pages 20-28

Hey @anna-neko ! Did I miss last week… yes. BUT JUST BECAUSE I MISS ONE WEEK DOESN’T MEAN I JUST ABANDON THIS. Look, finals are the week, so these past few weeks have been alot… also I’ve been hyperfocusing on dnd(stares in adhd). I’ve barely read but that’s alright. Once finals are over, I’m going on a roadtrip, so I should have time to read when we’re driving(unless I catch up on critical role…we’ll see).

It’s so late and I’m literally way too tired for nuance. With expectations set, Lets go

“Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city,” he said. “Poisonous, just like its river. Barely fit for humans now, they let everything in—zombies, werewolves, dwarfs, vampires, trolls—“

Something something we live in a society. Cue family talking about how NYC is corrupting the youth or something 🙃. Tbh, insert any big progressive city, and it should work for most of them.

A lot of good stuff in this page(and the next few ones)

1. Something Something colonialism bad. They[Borogravia] are the bad guys here🏃🏃🏃

2. Cool POV stuff coming back. Especially with the song and what not

3. Damn Strappi’s certainly something

4. I hate nationalism. The line b/w patriotism and nationalism is real hard sometimes. I mean, something something, true patriotism is knowing how your country’s fucked, and wanting to it be better. You fight for change cause you love it, and that is way more patriotic than just blinding fighting for country and defending it, even when it is in the wrong.

5. Uggh, the national anthem. Yes the flag thing is an actual thing we do in US. And certain teachers DO loss their shit if you don’t stand up/sing. Look, it’s not like I’m trying to disregard veterans, it’s just… weird and indoctrinationy. Plus, they added, “Under God,” during the cold war so, that feels even more insidious.

6. Poor Wazzer man. I’m glad he rebels in his own small way. Small acts of rebellion are still rebellious.

7. Learning new phrases! I figured due to context clues, but it’s always good to check.

Literally this conversation is literally my fucking thoughts

Uuuuh. War bad! Look. See!

“Well, I’m not buying into it. It’s all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It’s only your country when they want you to get killed!” said Tonker.”

Tonker. King Behavior!

And just as they’re going to sleep, so am I.

Fuck this book is good!

Here’s another quote good night!

It’s all lies, she thought muzzily. Some of them are just prettier than others, that’s all. People see what they think is there. Even I’m a lie. But I’m getting away with it.

Ps: I realized last time I stopped at pg 20 but wrote 60… my bad.(should be fixed now tho)

I will add ID text some other date cause I don't have the mental energy rn. I just did, scan text, and copy pasted it into alt w/out checking. If someone besides Anna finds this post and wants them, just @ me in the comment and I'll @ you when I finish this.

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[darkcrowprincess]

Oh my God ?! Are you team Jacob for Twilight ?! So then ! I have to say that I have nothing against the canon ships of this saga. (Yes even the very controversial Jacob & Renesme. I generally put my brain in off mode for that by telling myself that SM as a mother herself must not have thought about it very deeply) And I must say that I always been team Edward, even still technically today. But I'm no longer an enthusiast at all because the flaws in the story are now staring me in the face. And even if I'm not crazy about Jacob & Bella either and hated it when I was younger, I have to say that today I totally understand why we would love these two together. BUT ABOVE ALL ! Damn, I have a huge crush on Jacob in the second film... Like the actor, after gaining muscle, had a wow effect on me and I've always liked guys with beautiful, long, well-maintained hair. And Jacob was just magnificent in the second movie. Even his behavior towards Bella was adorable. Beyond that, I still say it today that if I had been Bella... Even if I am very fascinated by vampires... Damn I would have been with Jacob. Also... Damn the heat he must give off ! As a big chill person, this totally appeals to me ! And the wolf shape is so awesome and impressive ! When I watch the films again I admit I don't understand why Bella prefers to freeze to death with Edward. Also, I realized growing up that when Edward talks... I sometimes want to make him shut up because it can be so corny and annoying.

I am not a fan of twilight. I only read up to eclipse and stopped reading the books after that. I've seen the movies but mostly find them boring except the last two. Saying that, I do find the secondary characters and background characters more interesting than Bella and Exward. Everything is more interesting than Bella and Edward. I especially hate Bella. Book version of her more than anything. She is a very annoying, boring, selfish person. Just every thought in her head makes me want to slap her.

Twilight Vampires freak me out and are way too over powered. For the most part I don't like Stephanie Meyers. You can tell she is a Mormon white woman with how she writes. I do love Jacob and the werewolves though. Jacob in general is my sunshine boy and he deserves happiness and I hate Bella or leading him on. I feel so bad for his tribe and what these selfish Vampires constantly do to them and their land. I especially hate the books and movies for the bad reputation they give to classical novels and plays. Especially romeo and juliet. Twilight has nothing to do with romeo and juliet. And there are no parallels or comparisons between them. If Stephanie Meyers wanted to do that, the should have made Edward and Jacob fall love than if anything.

If I had to choose werewolves no question. Not only are they cute looking and badass. But they're warm and human still for the most part. Twilight Vampires are stone cold statues that are ment to look beautiful. They don't live. They don't sleep, they don't eat, sex would eventually get boring because their never tired, and any second now they can lose control from hunger of human blood and kill everyone, plus animal blood never satisfies them! So honestly what joy comes from being a vampire in this universe?! Bella is just so stupid for picking this life and Edward.

I had a huge crush on Taylor Launter as a kid. Had a poster of him on the wall of my bedroom ceiling. Though I also cried when him and Taylor Swift broke up and listened to 'Back to December' a million times.

Edward I find so boring too. Mostly I hate how he treats Bella more like a pet/child. While reading the books it annoyed me so much how he wouldn't fuck her or kiss her in a hot way. His romance with Bella and his reasons for holding back were stupid and boring. Though when he left in New Moon. I hated him. After everything they been through he's just going to abandon her just like that. Moron. The whole save your soul thing I did not understand because I wasn't really religious so I did not get it. Now though I still find it stupid and I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is Mormon. The whole book I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is a white female Mormon. She grew up as one and your constantly reminded of that in the book and it freaks me out.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[jankwritten]

the title of "This Was A Home Once" compels me, what is it about???

OUGH THAT ONE IS SO FUN!!!!!!

Okay so in 2022 I had this really big cryptid/supernatural creatures phase and started a bunch of stories involving it, and This Was a Home Once was one of those.

Nico, just graduated from high school, is still living in his small home town with his father. He feels like he's aimless and drifting, as most people in his situation do, and so the only thing he can think to do is bury himself in what he knows: the supernatural.

He runs a blog wherein he documents all kinds of cryptids and shit that he sees or thinks he has evidence of, and he's made friends with a bunch of people online through it - two of them are Annabeth and Frank, not that he really knows that.

So one evening, he's hanging around outside the local haunted Walgreens waiting for one of his online friends to show up so they can go hunting for snallygaster scales in the woods. Who he assumes is his friend shows up - a guy named Jason, who's a little quieter than Nico was expecting, and more confused, but that's alright.

They trek out into the woods together. It's quiet, quieter than it should be, but Nico just assumes that means that what they're hunting for is out there, they just have to be extra cautious.

They're in the heart of the woods when Jason asks what it is they're looking for again, and Nico realizes that Jason is not the person he was supposed to meet, and freaks out.

(the title "This Was a Home Once" was, I think, in reference to how Nico no longer really felt at home in his hometown but didn't really know how to move on or where to go, which is what sparked the whole plot into motion)

That's as far as I got in actually writing it, but there was a TON more that I was super excited to plan out:

Percy, Piper, Leo, and Hazel were all supposed to be big parts of the plot - I was aiming for a small-town situation wherein the POV kind of hops around to Percy and Piper, who would've seen some of Nico's actions out of context and whatnot since they all went to school together etc. etc. Percy and Nico are basically the only pure humans in the whole story, and while Nico believes in the paranormal and everything, Percy doesn't.

Percy, however, is also friends with Annabeth (but he knows her IRL whereas Nico only knows her online, so they don't realize they both know her) and so sometimes he hears her rants about stuff that he just nods and smiles along to. The vibes for him in this story were going to be akin to Steve Harrington from Stranger Things - he's kind of just dragged along for the ride by accident, and becomes an integral part of the group only because he keeps showing up whenever shit is going down.

Piper's side was what I was REALLY interested in, though, because she's got a lot of secrets. The main plot relevant one was the stray dog she'd rescued from the edge of the woods, a stray dog that she kept hidden in her shed from her parents and whatnot, nursed it back to health and made sure it got food and water - which turns out to be Leo the Hellhound.

Obviously in this story I was taking MANY liberties with myth lore and stuff like that, so in this case, a hellhound was a hunter released onto earth to hunt down escaped Spirits or otherwise undead creatures. Kind of like the whole werewolves despising vampires thing, except for hellhounds it's their job, their innate purpose and whatnot, to hunt down things that belong in the underworld. Leo had come to town the same night Jason did because, surprise surprise, Jason is a vampire.

There was going to be a whole Thing about Jason's colony under Thalia seeking shelter in Nico's little town from Jupiter, their original sire who was a little power hungry. Thalia didn't agree w him or his methods and split her little troupe off from the Main Colony, but then ofc the sudden presence of superntural creatures in the town brought More Shit To Town and that was going to be like, the Big Plot, was a showdown between Jupiter and all of the rag-tag supernatural creatures and humans and whoever else showed up to protect their new Haven.

OKAY I could continue to go on and on because i love this story so much (I should start working on it again omfg) but I'll leave that there HEHEHE

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Hello…! I came across some of your posts on Urban Fantasy Vampire- Werewolf stuff (such a fun idea!) and I was interested. So anyways I have to ask, what are your rules for how they work? I tried finding them myself but I couldn’t find much specifically. Could you help me out here please?

Oh dear, rules... I write vampires and werewolves so much and I write them so often that I don't really have one set of worldbuilding rules for them. One of the fun things is to re-imagine them to suit their particular story! There is so much folklore and fantasy history to draw from you can write both werewolves and vampires with incredible variety and they'll still feel recognizable!

But if I look at all my writing the most reoccurring elements are probably:

My vampires usually...

Don't have to kill the people they feed from. (Because it's sad and impractical.)

Can also feed on animals, but it makes them a little weaker and it probably doesn't taste as good.

Get very overwhelmed drinking from certain humans, other vampires, or people like werewolves, because the blood tastes different or there is something Special about it that makes them drunk, clingy or whatever I like them to be :)

Can share some of their magical healing with humans by feeding them their own blood. (Because it makes everything much, much easier.)

Are severely damaged or outright killed by (direct) sunlight, because they can't be too powerful, but don't automatically go completely unconscious during the day.

Are vampires because they were intentionally turned by another vampire, not because they died in a certain way or were only bitten.

Are not harmed by religious symbols, simply because I'm not very comfortable writing about religious faith.

My werewolves usually...

Can't transform at will, but do not only transform during the full moon. Meaning they either get toothier and hairier the closer it gets to full moon, or it's very tied to their emotions and they get sharp teeth or change eye colour when they lose their cool or act on instinct.

Sometimes struggle with being a werewolf but don't hate being a werewolf and don't turn into uncontrolled monsters when they turn. (That's a great narrative element if you write tragedy or darker fiction, but that's not my jam.)

Can be very dangerous, but generally don't kill people and are more likely to eat a lot of rare steak before the full moon than to hunt living animals once transformed.

Are physically complete wolves as long as the full moon is in the night's sky. (Doesn't matter if the moon is behind the clouds.) They might keep their full human reasoning and be able to do things a normal wold never could, but they do not walk on their hind legs, don't use their paws as hands and cannot talk.

Are harmed specifically by silver, but are not invincible to everything else, even though they are very strong, have a high pain threshold and heal quickly.

Are werewolves because they were born that way, not because they were bitten. (Cause that's sad. And I prefer having big happy werewolf families.)

[bylertruther]

Byler fanfiction.... Mike or Will?

Which one is the vampire?

Which one is the werewolf?

Which one is royalty?

Which one works at the coffee shop?

Which one is the florist and which one is the tattoo artist?

Which one is the tutor?

Which one offers to teach the other how to kiss?

Which one gets too drunk at the party?

Which one doesn't want to play Spin the Bottle?

OMG I LOVE THIS. I HAVE MANY, MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS.

Which one is the vampire?

mike looks like a vampire, but i'm a vampire!will truther forever and ever. he deserves at least one life where he’s allowed to feast.

consider: vampirism as a metaphor for homosexuality (as all monsterhood and "otherness" can be). they're both hungry, shackled by a shared undying thirst: for blood, for connection, for love. vampirism as a metaphor, because you can try to kill me, but i will live on anyway; because you can cast me to the shadows, but still i will build a life for myself there; because all of your fearmongering stories tell you to be afraid of me, but you cannot help but be captivated, intrigued, and envious of my defiance of your order. vampirism as a metaphor, because all i do is want and that want is forbidden.

will knows this, has never had the pleasure of not knowing this: he was damned from the start and later turned against his will. mike is human, warm, brave, and utterly, pathetically transfixed by him. it matters not that his blood runs hot and his heart thunders on—he feels that same ache, that same hollowing-out hunger that eats at him from the inside out. it's a story about restraint and want and shame and indulgence; about love, everlasting and true, a flame that cannot be snuffed out; about a life to be found only in death that is no true death.

vibes for vampire!will and (currently) human!mike: “you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” + "monsters come in all shapes and sizes. […] sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren't." + "it's easy to be yourself in the dark." + "what you don't understand," she said to me once when i told her how dangerous it was, "is that i am the thing in the dark." + "i need you to be a monster, which is to say, i am trying not to love you, which is to say, i am still dreaming of kissing your claws."

Which one is the werewolf?

mike! he's the moon to will's sun after all. consider: lycanthropy as a metaphor for internalized homophobia. it's something that roils inside him and bubbles over when provoked. something that he carries within him like a second skin, hidden away. he fears intimacy because he’s never experienced it. he fears getting close because he doesn't want to hurt anyone or get hurt himself. he turns under the moon in the dead of night, because it's only in the darkness that he can be who he really is. he doesn't want anyone to see him for what he is. he doesn't want to be a monster, but he is, isn't he? that's what everyone says: that werewolves are unclean and unnatural. no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries—and, god, does he try—he will always be this.

when he turns, he's big and black with surprisingly soft fur and the same deep, dark eyes he's always had. will is the first person he willingly shows. he runs his hand down mike's side, combing his fingers through his fur with unbridled wonder in his eyes. he caresses his large cheek, smooths the space between his eyes that human mike is always furrowing, and can't help himself from petting his twitching ears, too. no one has ever touched mike like this in either form: with such delicacy and reverence, like he’s a creature to admire and behold. he searches those hazel eyes and finds a world previously unknown to him: one of warmth that doesn’t scald, of love that doesn’t fetter, and acceptance free of stipulation. at that, something within mike shifts.

he bows his head and melts into it—into will, and his sweet, open palms that will not hurt him. will, who doesn't look away and feels no fear. this is mike—his mike—and he loves him now as he always has and he always will. he is no monster; no, he's his heart, his loyal protector, and the most beautiful person will has ever known. he presses a kiss to mike's bowed head, and whispers it into his fur and the night air between them, again and again and again—i love you, i know you, i love you so much, i love you now and always—however many times until he knows it and believes it, too. he is beautiful, he is loved, and he is no monster. he's only mike. his caring, brave, and intelligent mike. his loving, tempestuous, and doughty mike who has had to be strong for so very long. will gives and gives and gives, and for once... mike allows himself to take.

they stay like that for a time: gentle hands carding through dark fur, proving to him with every stroke and scratch that he is good and worthy and wanted; lips peppering his head and paws with a litany of kisses, paused only by will’s sputtering and giggles at the fur sticking to his pout, and the exaggerated groans and squirms of protest when mike returns his affections with kisses of his own. will inevitably nods off while “resting his eyes” and mike curls around him as they wait for the sun to rise. when he returns, trembling and weak and unbound by will’s mercy, will is quick to wrap him in one of the blankets they brought and hold him close.

it's about a boy that becomes a wolf, yes; but, more than that, it's about acceptance, about unlearning shame and the rage and grief it bears, about allowing yourself to be seen and witnessed, and about accepting that which you cannot control. mike deserves to learn that he’s worthy and loved just the way that he is.

werewolf!mike vibes: “[the monsters]; you won’t encounter them unless you stow them away inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up before you.” + rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body + "i fear i will be ripped open and found unsightly." + "who hasn’t ever wondered: am i monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

Which one is royalty?

grrrr. mike is canonically a suburban rich boy and he'd look dashing in regal attire. that makes him the easy choice, especially with his canon arc of being forced to grow up and conform, too, but... he's also a paladin and i kind of really like the idea of him swearing an oath of fealty to prince william and being his personal kingsguard, so.. either or! i've no preference heh.

Which one works at the coffee shop?

barista!mike just feels Right. him coming home smelling like coffee, plastering on the most fake and passive aggressive customer service persona ever at work, wearing an apron, and bringing will treats is everything to me. i am, however, also partial to those AUs where el owns a cafe-bakery, will works there, and mike is a writer that drops by often because will may or may not be his muse for the project he’d been previously stuck on.

Which one is the florist and which one is the tattoo artist?

i like will for both! they’re both rather artsy, careful pursuits and he’s an artsy, careful kind of guy! also, picture will giving mike a flower and telling him it reminded him of him. mike would gay panic so hard he’d short-circuit and die lmao.

Which one is the tutor?

mike. he's a physics and math tutor. will asks for his help with algebra and mike tells him they got this. mike massages will’s hand when he whines about all the writing they’re doing, helps him take better notes, and uses the will voice when he sees he’s getting frustrated with himself. will doodles mini cartoon versions of mike on his scrap paper then tears them off for him as a token of his appreciation, shares el’s cookies with him, and uses his puppy-dog eyes to try and weasel the answers out of him. mike keeps every doodle and resists his wicked tricks (which is no easy feat, he says) only because he genuinely wants will to pass. they sit so close that will can feel the heat coming off of mike and mike has to grip his own biceps to keep from making up any excuse to touch will. despite the endless distraction that is mike’s very existence, will manages to pass because mike makes him feel smart and capable. will blushes and stammers his way through inviting mike to a celebratory lunch and gulps when mike, who has been impatiently waiting for the semester to be over so they can be more than friends-who-are-not-just-friends without his supervisor giving him A Look, positively beams at him with a smile reserved for his eyes only and accepts, saying he was just about to ask him out on a movie date himself.

Which one offers to teach the other how to kiss?

it depends. mike is the first to kiss someone, so he offers to teach will how to kiss when he learns he still hasn’t done it (and he tries to ignore and swallow down the pride that swells in his chest after, knowing he’s will’s first). conversely, mike begrudgingly tells will one day that his date told him he isn't a good kisser (it's not true; he's just not interested), so will offers to teach him his tricks. it turns out he’s a very good teacher, but mike claims to be a slow learner, so he may be in need of some more lessons, please, mr. byers.

Which one gets too drunk at the party?

will, but it was an accident. he either forgot that he took a klonopin or spaced it out wrong and now that “pure fuel” is hitting a little too hard. he’s not a sloppy drunk, thank god, but he is very affectionate and smiley to the point that his cheeks hurt. mike kisses his rosy face, tells him he looks like a cute chipmunk, and takes him home.

Which one doesn't want to play Spin the Bottle?

mike. absolutely not. he shuts that shit down with his signature grimace and overreaction, and slings his arm over will’s shoulders, leaving them both like: 😠 and 😳. it's too messy! and scary. and it makes his tummy feel weird. he doesn't want to kiss will (that's not true. he does want to kiss him. maybe even [definitely] a little too much. not that it matters anyway, he already knows will doesn’t feel the same way. [which is rich, considering will is blushing cherry-red beneath his arm and instinctively wrapping his around mike’s waist in turn.]) and he doesn't want anyone else to kiss him either. has the same energy as him barking and biting at dustin when he tried to help will up on halloween night. that's his will. back off and no touchy or kissy! 😡 mike steers them away with a scoff and his signature, “c’mon, will,” as if he wouldn’t follow him anywhere. once they’re alone, will cheekily asks him what all that was about and has to bite down on his amused and all-too-satisfied smile when mike starts sputtering and stammers out some shitty, see-through non-excuse. will hums, mike tells him to shut up, and will, feeling bold and brave enough for them both, tells him to make him.

[xosogo]

I think a lot of fans are too harsh on Addison's character and label her as "a privileged girl who wants to be oppressed".

Buuut... I don't think that's the way to analyze her. Let me tell you about:

Neurodivergency and body dysmorphia:

[SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE "ZOMBIES" SAGA, SPECIALLY "ZOMBIES 3"]

First of all, at the begining of the saga, there are two things Addison hasn't been aware of during her entire life:

She is an alien.

Her mother has white hair like her (and she is also an alien).

Her mom didn't tell her anything! She knew the implications of having white hair and the actual reason to be shunned because of it, but Addison didn't. It doesn't matter if you're conventionally attractive or even "normal": When someone constantly reminds you that a body part of yours is an oddity, that you should hide it, and no one else looks like you... You end up developing body dysmorphia.

Also, not only do they live in a town where everyone dresses with only 2 or 3 colors and only serve 1 kind of ice cream, Addison wants to be a cheerleader, a highly aesthetically demanding hobby (and sometimes even arbitrary when deciding who's in and who's out). Of course she would be worried about being an oddity!! Her hair is not "super blonde". She doesn't even look like she is aging fast, nor like an albino person. Her hair is literally NUCLEAR WHITE.

That's why she simphatizes with Zed and the other zombies. Hell, even Zed suffers body dysmorphia at some points of the saga! The whole pretending to be human thing? In TWO movies? C'mon... That's why she makes such a big deal about both of them hiding their true identity: Society should not expect that from them (and it was physically hurting Zed).

That's also why she inmediatly felt welcomed amogst the werewolves: Not only did they live free of society's expectations, they also kinda looked like her with their white strands of hair, AND there was a prophecy about her. Finally, Addison found a reason to justify her physical oddity. That's why representation is important: We need to feel like we belong somewhere, that our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of!!

But Addison was not a werewolf, so she went back to square one... And then, the aliens appear.

Let's talk about the aliens: Not only do they look different than the rest of species, they also feel and act differently. Their social interactions are "weird and awkward", their methods and achievements are out of the ordinary, and they are looking for a perfect place specifically tailored for them, perfect to satisfy their unusual needs. You know, almost like neurodivergent and disabled people do??

Addison's problem isn't quite the same... Because she grew up on earth and learnt to adapt "the hard way" (ding-dong-ding-dong, MASKING *jazz hands). But she definitely felt a connection to them when she saw them arrive to earth, she was pracically hypnotized by the mothership.

And yes, she belongs with them!! Her hair turns blue once she accepts that fact (a canon AND methaphorical way to represent and improvement of her mental and physical health, *wink, wink*). And they end up living on earth because the point isn't creating a separated space for disabled people to live in: The point is for society to embrace them and stablish new mechanisms to make their lives easier and allow them to adapt.

This is obviously just a theory of mine, of course, and you don't have to think like me, but... I just love the idea of Addison and the aliens representating those ideas.

[rowanmgrey-author]

Thanks for the tag @dyrewrites!

Rules: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work? Give a list of these things!

Here are mine: 10 themes and tropes

Found Family - My favorite trope to read and write. Found family appeals to me (and I imagine most people) if they have experienced trauma within their family life, especially as kids, and wished they had different parents or siblings etc. I definitely wished I had different parents (and grandparents for that matter) not that I hated them, just that they are the cause of a lot of trauma. So, that would explain why most of my characters also have complicated familial relationships (I'm looking at you Jackal...)

Duality - All of my werewolves and demons are metaphors for duality. I cope with this on a daily basis, so the shapeshifting creatures in my stories are a way to talk about that in a way I think a lot of people would relate to. The duality of self, struggling to keep the sides of yourself from fighting, and understanding what those sides are and how to use them. It's something that Ari and Eron have the hardest time with.

Grief/loss - I have dealt with a few losses and many of my family members have long since passed, but mostly I have witnessed a lot of loss and have watched it harm the people I love. So, I feel strongly about discussing it in my work, shedding a light on how hard it is, and every way it can bring a person down. And how you can overcome that with support from the people around you, and most often, time.

War (both literal & internal struggles) - War in the literal and obvious is something I have no personal experience with. Film and books don't compare to the realities of war, but growing up in a violent supremacist country that seems to get involved in every conflict it can, I do have some knowledge of war. I am antiwar. Why then does it seem to be in everything I write? I am fascinated by it, mostly because it's something that humans and always done and continue to do. War in my stories is usually just a way to talk about the violence of humanity, the way we choose to fight instead of find a common ground. The Shroud will focus much more on large scale war, and The Wild Ones will have smaller battles and political struggles.

Morality - both questions about it and the struggle to maintain it. Each of my characters have different ideas about morality and struggle to weigh it against their lives and enemies.

Trauma - experiencing it, struggling with it and overcoming it. Every single one of my characters is dealing with some form of trauma. Of course, this is something I have and still do struggle with, and my writing is a kind of therapy for me.

Revenge/justice - I have always found revenge and it's counterpart justice to be such an interesting psychological theme. It's always great to see different versions and outcomes to those kinds of stories..

Deception/betrayal - deception on a small scale, something more personal is usually how I write this theme, but I have also written lies told on a larger scale. I enjoy pulling the rug out from under my characters sometimes. And like most of my tropes, this does directly relate to my life experiences. I grew up with a textbook narcissist for a parent, so being lied to and manipulated was part of my daily life as a kid.

Mystery/conspiracy - I love a good mystery element, and bonus points if there is a big supernatural mystery or a political conspiracy. I will always include these tropes because they are so fun to write.

Body Horror - Lots and lots. I have a love hate relationship with body horror and yet it makes it's way in to all of my work. I will leave you to speculate on why that is ><

Thumbprint Challenge

Thanks to @kaylinalexanderbooks for this one.

I am tagging @rowanmgrey-author and @starbuds-and-rosedust and @aziz-reads -- because I am not suffering through figuring this out alone and maybe you guys will find it fun ^.-

Rules: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work? Give a list of these things!

I am terrible at picking out tropes, so I'm not sure on tropes. However, narrative elements I know...kind of. So let's find out together what I have going on.

->under cut because long<-

Isolation -- Whether the story is told in isolation, with the character alone and detached, or they simply feel that way and it drives them through the plot. It seems my biggest element throughout. Someone is always lonely enough to do basically anything to not be.

Family -- Sometimes a natural relation, often it is escaping said relation, but largely it is a case of finding or forging one's own. It pops up a lot.

Love -- Not necessarily romance, or searching for it, but someone is always either in love, searching for it, mourning its loss, or staunchly fighting against it (in the case of one not yet written). This is all types of love, mind, but I've noticed the emotion itself does crop up frequently.

Loss -- Every single one of my characters appears to have lost someone important to them, if not before the story begins then during. I apparently enjoy giving them something to love, something they care more for than life, more than themselves, something they cannot live without...only to tear it from their fingers and force them to.

Shadow and Light -- I have a few that are expressly about shadows and light, wherein living shadows exist and light is a fearsome and dangerous thing. However, I mean this more metaphorically. There's a lot of darkness and light in my stories, and rarely in expected ways for what those words are typically associated with. I think it goes back to the isolation bit, but I can't be sure. Darkness is safety as much as danger, light danger as much as comfort. It's in a lot and I'm not entirely certain where it comes from...but it's there so it's here.

Color -- Everything, quite literally everything, that I've written is drowned in color. I can't help it. Might be the artist part of me, or being raised by one, I dunno. But if you come out of something I've written not knowing what color the sky is, or the light, or the eyes of at least one character...I probably didn't write it.

Power at a Cost/Under-Powered -- I'm mixing these together, as they relate. Even those billed as being big and scary and capable...aren't. They're the least skilled of whatever they're doing. I like strong, scary characters, but I also like to make sure they never think they are. So if they get too big, they get smacked down. I'm not entirely sure why, might just be something I like reading/watching so it's what I write? I dunno, but you won't find any 'pulled this out of thin air' chosen one super powers here. If you see something close, well, chances are they're going to regret using it immediately after. As that's the other thing I seem to have a lot of. All the magic, the innate power, even the vampire and werewolf stuff, has side-effects or a cost of some sort if abused. And they're rarely easy things to deal with, discouraging the easy-mode buttons.

Impossible Enemy -- The antagonists/villains of my stories are rarely obvious. They're forces or emotions or some other nebulous thing. Even when they are something tangible the characters can face and fight...they're rarely defeated.

Complicated Endings -- On the previous note; I don't write happy endings. I've not gone in with that intention, but I've noticed looking back. Bittersweet is best case scenario. Conflicts will be resolved, mostly, but not all of them and while the characters will most often live on the world will not exactly be 'saved' so much as 'altered'. For the better? Maybe, for most, probably worse for some but it wont be as bad as it started and there might be hope that it'll continue to improve because of what they did. So, complicated. Always a little complicated.

Abuse -- Now...now this one is uncomfortable, as it should be, but it is in everything. My main characters, or those they interact closely with, have been abused in some way. Usually it is a horrific way that is touched on but not expressly described, other times it is expressly described to illustrate how horrific. But it's there. It's always there. I can't seem to write anything without it. I know the reason. I will not share the reason. Writing is therapy, and it helps.

[shadypoliticianfromplanetvulcan]

i feel like the murder of amy pond was very out of character for dean. we saw him letting go vampires, trying to safe werewolves, refusing to kill a vampire outright when she was begging him to just a season prior, befriending a vampire in the next and even working with demons (aka crowley) without really wanting to kill him all the time. sure, dean can be hot headed and sometimes cruel if he really is in over his head, but his strong defining characteristic is that he is not cold blooded - which is exactly what amy ponds murder was, especially considering her child. dean might not always know the right path at his first try, and that's okay because it's human and makes us sympathise with him. but mostly it's sam who talks him out of a killing spree. so him going behind sams back to kill her was kinda...off? especially since sam explained to him everything, like he did with those vampires in season two or the metamorphosis guy in season four, both much more dangerous monsters than amy.

maybe he would have thrown a bit of a fit, complained about black and white cases, maybe went after amy but backed off seeing the life she built and her child, especially since he knows what it means to do anything for your family. it cannot even be written off as some kind of "reverting into old days" throwback, because dean literally never was like that.

i think the writers wanted to add a bit of internal conflict to a mostly external conflict heavy season and i understand that, but it unfortunately usually comes at the cost of character and that is a real shame (they did the same with sam in the beginning of season eight too). Idk i don't want to make a big deal out of a tiny thing that never gets mentioned again after a few episodes, but there's that. i like when my boys make mistakes, but they have to be in-character-mistakes for me to buy them.

[thatgoblin]

Ask meme: Carlos!!!! ^^

Headcannons of me and my Himbo Husband F/O

He's hot. No, literally. The man is a furnace and while it's wonderful in the winter, in the summer it's awful because I'm always hot and he wants cuddles bit I feel like I have a human sun attached to me. Upside is my feet always get cold so making him sit on them is always a win. Unless we're in bed and he doesn't expect then he whines.

No less then 5 times a day do we say 'What the fuck are you doing?' To each other. 5 times each that is. Either I'm being a weird goblin and talking to myself or trying to fight something OR he's trying to do a haka like dance for the cats who are entranced yet also terrified.

I thought I had a lot of hair. The man almost had me beat. We have to clean the drain once a month or it gets backed up. But oh my gods his hair is so soft. Even if he hasn't washed it in a few days.

Don't tell him to not do something. The jerk will do it. But then again I'm the same way. 'Do not add habanero to the chili! It has chilies in it already! I don't have an iron tongue like you!' 'But flavor, babe!' 'I am not dealing with an upset stomach later for the sake of your "flavor", Carlos.'

He loves to give affection in weird ways. Like whispering in my ear that he just took a big shit in the bathroom so give it a few minutes or he'll have worked on the yard all day and will come in to rub his stinky body on me. 'I gotta do it or the werewolves will sense you!' 'What werewolves!? What are you talking about, Carlos!?' 'The ones from Seattle. If they small an alpha on you then they'll leave you alone!' 'I'm gonna hose you, stahp!'

I do it right back to him though. Mostly with gentle nibbles. Kinda gentle. Gentle like. Okay sometimes I just straight up bite him where I can. There's also the times I do a 'mating ritual' which usually begins with me flapping a jacket I have on or a robe and making bird noises before proceeding to chase him and scream 'LET ME LOVE YOU!'

We both refer to the cats as our children. He's a proud papa of 3 cats who love him, well 2 who love him and one who tolerates him becausr Carlos feeds her. TBF Patty barely tolerates me.

Carlos sleeps like the dead. I'm pretty sure that I've tried to wake him a time or two when there was a definite need for him to be awake but he was just out. Short of throwing water on him, he was not getting. Yes, I poured water on him from one of the many water bottles we have.

He has become the neighbors nemesis. I tried to stop him, but when I found out why, I helped him. It was over some stupid bushes they didn't like in our yard so we planted more. They complained more, we hadded more. Now we have so many hydrangeas and I don't know how to care for them. Send help.

Carlos is absolutely amazing with his hands. The man can crack my body like a glow stick and I'll ask for more every time. He gives the best massages. I swear he should have been a masseuse. He doesn't like it when I try to give him one, something about 'I am not dough!' IDK.

Usually people don't care for feet, but Carlos doesn't mind it. I give him pedicures a lot because otherwise his feet would be EXTRA rough and I will not do that to my sheets.

For as much attention ad he may crave, he's pretty good about letting us have our own things. It's nice having that alone time but parallel play is good too.

The man can cook. He likes to as well and will hijack my dinners if I'm not careful. *points to habaneros in the chili*

While he will start out the big spoon, I always end up being his backpack because I wrap around him like an octopus when we sleep.

Also, he would sleep in nothing if I let him. Fear of having to quickly leave while grabbing the cats is real so he has to wear at least underwear. He whines but does it.

We'll leave the spicy details for later. ;)

[beef-brisket]

Adam: man, it's been a while since we've been on a long roadtrip. Most of the shit you hunt is relatively close by.

Lucifer nodded: Just thought we could do with getting out of the house for a bit.

Adam: You'll love this part of Canada, kid. It's beautiful.

Charlie: So... Vancouver... what is that?

Adam: Uh... a city?

Charlie eyes widen: Like, with people?

Lucifer: Yep. People. Heaps. And heaps of people.

Charlie: Wow... I've never... you and Lucifer are really the only human looking things I've seen that isn't... myself.

Adam: Yeah. It was rough for me at the start to. But you'll get used to it. We're probably only dealing with just one dude... or chick.

Lucifer: Or a pack. Remember?

Adam rolls his eyes: Yeah, yeah. I remember.

Everyone was silent as they drove, but somethings been on Charlie's mind.

Charlie: Adam? Did you turn into a werewolf?

She winced as Lucifer groaned.

Lucifer: Why don't you tell her, Adam?

Adam: Uh... yeah... I uh... it was only for a few minutes. No big deal.

Lucifer: No big deal...? You basically threw your neck into his mouth. Then I had to take your little bracelet off so you could get the infection out.

Charlie: You... wanted to be biten?

Adam: No! I just... werewolves are cool, okay? I was excited... I forgot I was just a dude, and uh... yeah. Just... got excited.

Lucifer rolled his eyes: Yeah, reeeal excited... twilight ass bitch-.

Adam: Hey! Twilight is a fucking gem! Pure cinema!

Lucifer: Sure, Adam.

Adam scoffed: Come on, Charlie, you're a chick. You like twilight, right?

Charlie: Uh... never seen it, sorry.

Adam: What?! Shit. I know that we're doing when we get home.

Lucifer: Lord help us.

Charlie chuckled.

After another hour of only rock music, Charlie fell asleep. When she woke up, she listened to Adam and Lucifer.

Adam: I still feel like shit... I didn't even think-.

Lucifer: Hun. It's fine. Really. I don't need a kid. It would have been nice, but it was never in the cards. Especially not for us. Not with what I do or what you are. Besides. Heaven and Hell is full of bitches that won't leave us alone. Even after all this time.

Adam: I know... I just... should have done something before going nuclear on Heaven... then making you get involved. It wasn't fair.

Lucifer: Adam. If you think I was going leave you to face Heaven alone, then you're insane.

Adam: It was my fight. I let them get the better of me, and that out you in the line of fire. And now, I have no idea how to help Charlie. I don't know what to teach her... I mean, fuck! Sometimes, I still don't know how to control myself! I fucking... it takes so much concentration. When I'm in the forest, I try so hard... but if I stay that way for too long, I feel myself slipping... hoe the fuck am I meant to teach her, when I still don't know myself?

Lucifer: Because you're older than her. You've had more experience. I know you're still struggling, love. But I feel it'll take you a few thousand years to learn how to control yourself. And that's just because of your age. Things would move slower for you, and that's okay. The power you have is unimaginable. Who knows, maybe you'll never be able to control it.

Adam: Wow. Rude.

Lucifer smiles: I mean it in a nice way. You're incredible, Adam. And you're doing amazing. That means you have a lot to teach Charlie. Even if it's just how to fly. That's more than what you ever got.

Adam: ...yeah..

Charlie smiled. When they weren't being flirty, they were actually adorable. They would have made great parents.

I miss our God!Adam Au

Sequel 👀

In Canada Eh! Lmao

CANADA FOREVER

Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫