#Yup so many wolfs

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OC In Three!

Thanks for the tag @smzeszikorova.

For now open tag for anyone who wants to join.

So let's describe Luna, our angsty Moonpie 😁😁 in three pics.

[princessbrunette]

john b & jj taking puppy!reader for ice cream for being such a good girl!! pup getting ice cream all over her face while she licks her cone all innocent, looking up at jj while hearts are coming out of his eyes and hes drooling a bit!!

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

you felt super loved.

john b was sat one side of you, the brunette himself having just got paid from his surf shop job therefore treating the three of you to icecream. he reclines in the booth slightly, his arm protectively around the back of your seat as he smiles gently, watching you scarf down the treat.

jj sits the other side, yapping away about something as you listen intently, occasionally taking a breath to spoonful a mountain sized dollop of icecream into his mouth. you’d think you’d be sick of icecream, working at an icecream parlour yourself — but there was something about the dessert that you knew you’d never tire of, especially when you’re enjoying it with people you love.

“so anyways, i’m half way down the street — my pants are fallin’ down, my shoe lace is untied and— damn, pooch, it ain’t goin’ anywhere— slow down.” the blonde interrupts his story to put his own pot of icecream down, grabbing a napkin from the centre of the table to wipe you down.

“jayj.” you groan, wriggling in his grasp as he mops you up. the brunette on your other side places a hand on your shoulder, not firm enough to keep you still, moreso a silent and gentle warning to do so on your own accord.

“eat slowly, pup. you remember what happened last time.” you can hear the amused smirk in john b’s voice without even turning to face him. memories of you wolfing down your dessert to quickly wind up sick flashes through your mind and you grimace.

“so many rules, just want my damn icecream.” you moan, but slowly drag your tongue along it, succumbing to the request to slow down.

jj goes to continue the story, his eyes flickering to the way you swirl your tongue in the pink syrup, blinking rapidly like he’s taking mental polaroids.

“so anyway, as i was sayin’… there… uh… so we were… shit.” he watches the way you put on a show without meaning to, making a mess of your icecream on your tongue once more.

john b tilts his head with a grin, squinting a little at the blonde. “you good, jay?”

“yup. so good. just can’t concentrate ‘cus our girl here is makin’ sweet love to her ice cream.”

you giggle, wiping your own mouth with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“am not.”

“are too, look if you wanna suck it just say so, s’right here.” jj sits back with his legs open, gesturing to his crotch. the amusement leaves your eyes to be replaced with arousal, batting your lashes up at him now as john b rolls his eyes.

“jesus, would you two behave in public?”

suddenly your head is whipping round to look at him, and jj is slowly taking the icecream from your hand so you don’t drop it. “are y’gonna teach me a lesson if i don’t, daddy?” you pout and he sighs, leaning his head back on the booth for a moment as he gathers himself.

“yes.” he emphasises when he opens his eyes once more, reaching down to fix his shorts around his crotch, making jj chuckle. “and shutup. c’mon, we’re done here.”

“aww, but my icecream.” you mewl as the brunette pulls you from the booth to march you back to the twinkie.

“mhm, should’a thought of that pup.” jj gives your ass a subtle little swat as he passes you, leading the way to open the door to exit the parlour.

✧˖°. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ✧˖°.

[ranharrafantasy]

See Ya' Around - [Wolf TF Story] [Fur Pills Part 1]

"Hey, man! Thanks again for spotting me on the bench! I haven't seen you around before, is this your first time? Oh, it is? That's great, well, welcome! I come to the gym almost daily so if you keep coming, I'm sure we'll run into each other again. I'm taking off now but before I go, I didn't catch your name… Cool! I'm Brayden! Well, see ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! Cool to run into you again! It's been awhile. Oh!? My ears? Haha, yeah… I started taking Fur Pills. Have you heard of them? They're these pills that can turn you into an anthropomorphic version of basically any animal you want! The entire transformation process takes a year to complete, though. Yeah, yeah, I know it's different, but something about it, when I saw the ad my gut told me I needed to do it. I've been taking them for about 2 months now. I like waking up and seeing how much I've changed. I just finished my set here, maybe we can spot each other next time? It was great bumping into you again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Dude! We keep running into each other as I'm on my way out! That's too bad, I'd love to do a set with you sometime. I show up around 6 everyday if you're here. Yep! Transformations still going strong. I'm growing fur like a mofo and I think something in the pills makes by beard grow like crazy, too! I practically have to shave everyday! Oh, did you have something to say? Oh, of course, you can ask me anything. No worries, I'm an open book, ask away!

"Haha, no, I'm not afraid of what other's think. I'm still me, they're still them; we just look different. Being furry isn't just about sexuality, it's about being your true self and expressing your person the way you want to. In the same way that celebrities get plastic surgery or bald dudes get hair plugs, we are all just trying to exist in a body that make us happy. If others can't see that, then they need to take a look in the mirror.

"I'm glad you asked. I hope that helps. Yeah, I have gotten a few snide comments from a few people. It doesn't bother me. I'll never see them again, and after everything is said and done, it's them who's going home with resentment in their life, not me.

"It was cool catching up with you, I got to run! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"I'm glad we ran into each other on the way in! It was great to workout with you! My workouts sometimes can be a little intense so I'm impressed you were able to keep up. Oh, my fur? Yeah, it's coming in still. Hopefully soon I'll be seeing more drastic results that show I'm a wolf. People keep asking if I'm a husky. What was that? Um, no, not really, I doesn't get too hot to bare with all this fur. I can be a little sweaty after a workout, but I just shower afterwards and it's no big deal. Do you want to feel? Soft huh?! Well, speaking of which, I'm going to hit the showers. Thanks again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! It's me, Brayden! I was waving at ya for like 2 minutes, don't you recognize me?! Haha, no worries! My face started to turn shortly after I saw you last! What do you think, not bad, huh? I think I officially look more wolf than human, now! I've been loving it! My tail has been coming in and I'm not going to lie, it wagged when I saw you! Haha!

"The name of the pills? Oh, they're called Fur Pills! They have pills for basically any animal! Bears, tigers, lions, meerkats, horses, you name it! No, it doesn't hurt, on the contrary, it feels good! I'm open to answer any questions you have! Nothing else? No, worries! Great to see you! See ya' round!"

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4 Months Later

"Oh hey! It's you! Bold of you to come up and tap me on the shoulder, what if I were somebody else? Haha, you're right, there aren't many other wolves at this gym. Yup! I'm fully wolf now! My 1 year of transformation ended two weeks ago and I couldn't be happier! Being a wolf is incredible! I love my fur, my ears, my tail! Every part about it has allowed me to truly be me.

"Thanks for supporting me through this. I know we don't know each other well, but still, running into you the past year has meant a lot for me through this process… Uh… Um… There's actually something I've actually been meaning to ask you… Would you maybe like to grab dinner together sometime? I know you still hardly know me and I don't know if you're even into guys… or wolves for that matter, but I just wanted to shoot my shot and-, oh?! You will!? Awesome! Great! Hey, I'll give you my phone number and…

"Well, well, well. Do I, by chance, spot some fur growing from under your shirt? C'mon, don't be shy! Show me! Congrats dude! I'm so happy for you! And if your curious, now that you're becoming furry, you're definitely even more my type, haha! How does Friday sound? Good? Sweet! See you there!"

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Thanks for reading! <3 More transformation content at link in bio.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Oh these two idiots are both so gone.

Ooh, "creating art is about exploring what you like" is a nice line. So often we put too much into feeling like creativity has to end up with a good product, and less about what it can teach us about ourselves.

I like how this show talks about art. And New is making it so clear here that he does put a part of himself in all of his shows, whatever people might think. Respect.

And we're normalizing taking breaks and that you can't be productive and creative all the time! Fabulous.

We love a queen who makes the most of her background time.

I mean, valid question Peem, but also - pot, kettle, etc, etc.

Oh god, their actual boyfriend era is going to end me.

You know what I really love about this Phum/Peem scene? They're making it clear that mutual attraction is just one piece of the relationship puzzle. But the friendship still needs to be there, the caring when someone is having a bad day, and being there to pick them up. So many BLs gloss over the mutual support part of romantic relationships in favor of the swoony bits, but this is the kind of thing that makes a couple seem likely to actually last.

Also what does it say about BLs that I was so relieved they actually rolled up their pant legs at the pool? (Of course they still end up wet in the end, but it's the principle of the thing!)

Phum is just 100% always thirsty for Peem and I respect it.

Haha, love Q being all "hands off my baby, stat".

And they're communicating so openly! My sweeties.

Omg, omg, Fang trying to teach himself to express tenderness to Tan, I cannot.

Just go slow Fang, or you may kill this man with happiness!

Aaaaaah, not Pun finding a little bird and wanting to help it, going to Chain (of course), AND naming it Penguin.

I am already at lethal levels of cuteness overload, and we haven't even gotten to the FangTan scene yet.

Staawwwp.

Lolol, of course he got sick, he got wet for 30 seconds. But again we get the subversion, we're paying tribute to the sick trope, but not fully engaging! Heh, this show is so fun.

Has anyone else noticed the slight tone shift for Phum when he's talking to Peem? There's a new softness to it and it's adorable.

Toey, no, no crying wolf to your boyfriend!

But the pencil case thing is adorable.

I think the Peem and Q friendship chemistry might be my favorite in the whole show.

Lol, not Peem letting slip he slept with Phum last night!

Beer, you are such a champion. Good wingmanning, while also not excusing Phum's bad behaviors.

Oh, baby Phum being sent away, that's heart-breaking. No wonder he has walls like that.

I am loving these reveals with Fang. He's such an internal character, so we are unpeeling the layers slowly. But seeing how annoyed he is to not be able to reach Tan, and how fast Tan is able to make him smile again, makes it so clear how much he really needs him.

And the way he smiles so big when he thinks no one can see, but goes right back to pouty face with Tan because it gets him the attention he craves...

Whoever dressed Q for this series, I love you.

Phum going from self-doubt to full steam ahead the moment he gets reassurance his feelings are returned is delightful to see.

Omg, domestic Fang and Tan. But also Fang, you can learn to cook other things, y'know?

Lolol, Fang absolutely loves Tan's antics, it's so freaking adorable.

Aou and Boom always frickin bring it, we thank you for your service boys.

Also more trope play! Tan holding Fang down in the cliche way, but Fang still showing agency and not playing the blushing maiden. Perfect.

Ok, I liked the Kluen scene. He's being shown as a real person with a life of his own, he's not just the "rival". And Peem is being more straightforward with him.

Hahaha, Chain short-circuiting more and more as Pun gets closer.

MATT, WHAT THE HELL?! You do not interfere with my crumbs, dammit!!

Omg, not Chain just blurting out that he likes being shipped with Pun.

I love that everyone is shocked by Phum except for Beer, who is just like "yup".

I do typically hate public declarations, but I will let it go here, because the friend group is the key to the whole series.

Also, Pun is drunk again, so Chain better be ready for some biting! Chomp, chomp.

[lansthetic]

Did I make this instead of drawing Lance for his Birthday. Yup. Regret will be a problem for tomorrow me. ✌️💚 This snippet was translate with google, so sorry in advance for the mistakes. :>

Fernando wasn't easily scared. He had seen a lot in his centuries of life and honestly, threats were just one thing among others. He had the ancient and forbidden black magic anchored on the skin of his body in sinuous lines. Nothing can scared him. Nothing. It was his name who make poeple trembled in fear, not the way around.

-What are you doing here, Alonso?

Fernando looked at Jenson's mischievous and uncertain gaze, his body leaning on the ring net, gangs of boxes in his hands. All the people present had stopped their activities, eyes fixed on him and their whispers reaching his ears like a freaking gang of mosquitos. He grumble. Fernando denied his minority in front of the magical auras that he perceived. Wild and savage energies from the demons rubbing his skin like a whispered warning.

-I need a bodyguard. Fernando confessed, then scratching his chin, uncertain. I was given your address, but I didn't think I'd come across a boxing club.

-It’s not just any boxing club.

The dark wizard mentally grumbled under the laughter of the others wolves present, the demons being much more discreet, but some chuckle silently. Fernando knew perfectly well the physical attitudes of the wolves, these brutes believed blindly in their fists and with a good reason. A really good reason. Jenson's laughing eyes stared at him with nostalgia, perfectly remembering that evening in France back in the days. His jaw remembered it too.

-Listen, I just need a bodyguard for an indefinite period of time. Fernando grumbled, burying his hands in his pockets. Can you help me, yes or no?

-Of course! Of course, my dear friend. The werewolf laughed, getting up from the net while removing his gloves. Do you need a wolf or a demon?

Considering the delicate investigation he was on and the constant pressure placed on the hunters' orders, a werewolf wasn't really a great choice. Lewis had warned him, a wolf would risk causing problems with some of their evidences but especially since their main suspect was a wolf.

-A demon.

-I have someone for you, then.

The threats he was receiving were futile, but Fernando had to follow Lewis' orders and if Lewis imposed a bodyguard on him, then he had to comply. He hated being ordered around left and right and having choices forced on him, but his well-being was important to the hunters and he inevitably had to stay in one piece for the sake of the mission. Lewis will tell him whatever he wants, Fernando knew that the hunter didn't care about him and that it was only for the sake of the investigation that he had given him the address of this boxing club. This same club run by one of his old friends from whom they left each others path on bad terms. Fernando scratched his chin as he followed Jenson body moving on the stage, yelling at the others present to continue their training. On the other hand, going down the three small steps of the stage, the werewolf pointed at a demon who was standing not far away, sitting on one of the benches of the platform, a towel around his neck.

-Lancey, come here.

Basically nothing scared him and Fernando always saw everything coming meters ahead. People were afraid of him, usually, his name and his presence made cities trembled with fear and insecurities. He was scary, so seeing the opposite on the face of that demon had frozen him in place. Lewis had insisted that he find a bodyguard, after the macabre package discovered on his doorstep and Fernando, knowing how stubborn Lewis was, had given up. He wasn't afraid of anything. He had brushed death so many times that nothing affected him anymore, but when he met the eyes of this demon, he feel his heart stop. Two brown eyes with whitish reflections stared at him curiously and the magical aura that wrapped around him took his breath away on the spot.

-Alonso, let me introduce you to Lance, the best fighter I have at the moment. One of the best if not the best.

-You're exaggerating, Jenson.

Lance turned his face towards the wolf and pouted. Fernando felt his eyebrow rise, unable to conceive what had just happened in front of him. Did this demon, with this killer aura, just pouted? Really?

-No, no, no. The werewolf patted the demon on the shoulders in a friendly manner. I emphasize what I just said, you are my best fighter and the only one who, I believe, will be able to tolerate the bad temper of our sorcerer right here.

-Always so nice, Button,

Fernando growled, sizing the wolf up with a pair of black eyes. Lance stared at him, a little surprised, but a little mischievous smile stretched his lips. Fernando stared at the young demon, especially at the two shiny marbles that stared at him with a hint of envy, unable to read the man. He made his way next to him.

-So… you need my help, grandpa?

-First, I'm not old.

-Yes, of course. Jenson chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. You’re six centuries old, Alonso.

- You can’t talk with your four centuries under you’re belt, Button. You’re no better.

-All right, that’s enough teasing, grandpas.

Lance laughed. He seemed so young, his pouting face still in the flame of youth and Fernando thought he saw George during a brief second. George with his childish presence despite his Lys title within the hunter hierarchy. George, hunter in his twenties, right-hand man to the one and the best investigators in the city and also boyfriend, with an already golden reputation. Fernando chuckled as his eyes dart on Lance in a teasing way.

-You're still just a baby, demon. You can’t talk either.

The demon pouted again, in a rather adorable face despite his murderous eyes that want him dead on the spot.

-I'm 27. I'm an adult.

-That's what I was saying, still a baby.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

Today I'd like to show all the Thoughts that we encountered in the game, but didn't end up Internalizing. I think that the more you see of these, the more of a complete picture you get of Harry.

GUILLAUME LE MILLION

Temporary research bonus: -1 Logic: Head in the clouds

PROBLEM:

Whatever happened to Guillaume Le Million, who -- with his amber mane and sparkling teeth -- beguiled the tattered remains of the nation? While you suffered and suffered, did he dematerialize in a cloud of cocaine dust? Or did he simply stand in the corner and melt into the slendering *New* lines of some starlit boîte de nuit twenty years ago? Spare a thought for his great ass too! Or wait... maybe he became a police officer in Revachol West! Hmm...

Completion bonuses: +1 Pain Threshold: Blood oxygen is boring All PSY learning caps raised by one

SOLUTION:

Bad news: Guillaume le Million did not become a cop. In '38 he went on a tour to the Hsin-Yao province in Safre, where he died of auto-erotic asphyxiation. His body was found hanging from a decorative dragon tree in his junior suite, amid drug paraphernalia, unwholesome objects, and the Sylvia Trainor single "Wonderland" skipping in the background. And yes, you can take this as a metaphor for Revachol in the Thirties. And also as a warning.

DETECTIVE COSTEAU

Temporary research bonus: -2 Conceptualization: An idiotic idea

PROBLEM:

Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau -- when you say it, it feels like you're taking a bite of lemon meringue while sitting on the terrace of a seaside cafe. On a cool summer day. In Sur-La-Clef. It's everything you're *not*. You haven't created many things during your stay in Martinaise, but you've created this. A fancy, sophisticated name that makes you sound intelligent. And that no one seems to *acknowledge*. Don't you feel like you deserve a reward for coming up with something so special? And what would that reward *be*?

Completion bonuses: +1 Savoir Faire: This one sounds fancy, let's have this +1 Esprit de Corps: Yup, fancy, let's have this one too

SOLUTION:

Monsieur Costeau, the reward for coming up with your classy new name has arrived. What are the attributes Detective Costeau should gain in? *Obviously* Savoir Faire and Esprit de Corps. You know *exactly* what they do and what those words mean. They're *refined*. Like *you*. You have a ton of that fancy stuff. And if the world can't accept Raphaël Ambrosius is your name -- you will always be Detective Costeau to yourself. R.A. Costeau -- sophisticated culture-detective. Specializes in ancient things and art.

BOIADEIRO

Temporary research bonus: -1 Physical Instrument: Astra Country

PROBLEM:

It has been brought to your attention that there are men who live by the law of the land and the strength of their arms. Sunburnt, rugged, smoking men who explored the great rivery veins of upper-Magritte and tamed the Mundi wilds. Frontiersmen, cow-herders, philosophers -- the *boiadeiros*... with a gun in one hand and an unfiltered cigarette between their lips, these men made their own rules. What would it take for you to become one too?

Completion bonuses: -1 Esprit de Corps: Lone wolf Cigarettes give +2 INT

SOLUTION:

Smoking, Harry. It will take a lot of tobacco-smoking for you to become a *boiadeiro*. Twin cigarettes fused to your lips and one hanging out of your nostril. In these tame, cultured times, without the sky’s dome above your head, the only way to be a true Franconigerian individualist is to smoke a lot of cigarettes. Light one up immediately. The smell of coffee brewing over a fire pit, a chestnut-flavoured morning. Welcome to Astra Country.

I'm not sure we ever actually encountered cigarettes in the course of our playthrough. Normally, they give +1 INT at the cost of 1 Health -- this improves the effect.

MAGNESIUM-BASED LIFEFORM

Temporary research bonus: -1 Shivers: No shakes

PROBLEM:

It is generally understood that human beings are carbon-based organisms, fusing little carbon tubes together to form complex, mushy structures capable of thought, love, and locomotion. It is also known that these structures sometimes like to “take the edge off” by consuming ethanol, amphetamine, etc. In such cases, it is important to supplement your body with magnesium. Tired? Mag it! Down? Mag time! Liver damage? MAXIMUM MAG! Some people say magnesium doesn’t really do anything and you just need to quit. What do we tell them?

Completion bonuses: +2 Volition: Magnesium receptacle glands -1 Logic: No such thing, man

SOLUTION:

We tell them: HELL NO. You’re about to become a magnesium-based lifeform. The age of the primitive carbon-man is done. No longer must mankind rely on slow-working background radiation to take us further into our genetic destiny. This is the era of guided evolution, and magnesium is the key. You are the first of your species. The next step in human evolution. An advanced magnesium proto-man who mags it up, drinks it down, and sniffs it sideways!

A pretty useful Thought if you have low PSY.

BRINGING OF THE LAW (LAW-JAW)

Temporary research bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Weird jaw

PROBLEM:

Hey, so a little observation. It's all cool, man. Don't freak out, but every time you say “I am the law“ -- and you say it *a lot*, it's basically *hello* for you -- your jaw does this *weird thing*. It sort of shifts sideways, hanging off your face at a jaunty angle, while the word *law* sounds oddly guttural and low. It's... strange. You wouldn't notice it, but after saying you're the law eighty thousand times, the question *does* come up: why *do* you have Law Jaw?

Completion bonuses: Learning cap for Hand/Eye Coordination raised to 6 Succeed all Hand/Eye Coordination passives -1 Rhetoric: Jaw still weird

SOLUTION:

Okay, so. We now know why you have *Law Jaw*. Why you say *the law* in a weird manner, and why your jaw does that thing. You had polio as a child. You hadn’t gotten vaccinated. It must've been right after the Revolution -- not a lot of vaccine going around then. So you got infantile paralysis due to polio and this jaw thing is a complication from that. Admittedly, it’s not very funny. But you *overcame* it! This little infant survived and became a sharpshooting supercop. So: fuck you, polio!

This is a pretty useful Thought *and* it tells us something, in my opinion, pretty important about Harry.

ANTI-OBJECT TASK FORCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Pain Threshold: Hurts!

PROBLEM:

Take a look at your hands. See how bruised they are? See those little scars? This is Exhibit A. The material world is holding you back. Containers, mailboxes, doors, chairs -- they are all your enemies. Always have been. Atoms themselves are in on the conspiracy, forming shapes and structures that you hate. You are energy stuck in a body. You are spirit trapped in matter. Break free! Beat up that lamp post! Let it know just how much objects *suck*.

Completion bonuses: Attacking physical objects heals damage +1 Pain Threshold: Thick skin All FYS learning caps raised by one

SOLUTION:

Behold: the Anti-Object Task Force has assembled. God's avenging angel, arrayed against the lower emanations of the Darkened One: shoe racks, tape recorders, motor carriages. And doors. So many doors. You're not just pounding it all to pieces. You’re *reforging* the universe. From the anvil of the heavens to the worms below. Indulge in it. Be bold. Have an *impact* on the shape of Creation. Out of the furnace of your rage -- a new reality! Also, you should trash your room *again*.

The first bonus here is not as useful as it sounds, because by the time you unlock this Thought, you'll have already been through most of the attackable things in the game. The rest is still pretty good, though.

DATE OF BIRTH GENERATOR

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

Your face looks like it’s 58 and your body feels like it’s 60. Your mind feels like it’s lived for one day or a hundred. Both longer than they ought to be, the day and the century.... But for how long, then, has this thing attached to your sentience walked the planet’s crust? Time to start racking those brains of yours, Elder One. When and where were you born?

Completion bonuses: Learning cap for Logic raised to 4 -1 difficulty to all Physique passives

SOLUTION:

You were born in the year ‘07, in the last year of the Commune of Revachol, right before it fell. In the Old Military Hospital, on the ground floor where people usually came to die, during a snowstorm. The Revolution had about one year left to go and the fires were still burning bright. There were explosions in the blizzard. This was 44 years ago. You are 44 years old. The bloating might never leave your face, but beneath it -- you still have some years. You still have some hope.

I believe you can talk about this with Kim once you have the answer.

ARNO VAN EYCK

Temporary research bonus: +1 Interfacing

PROBLEM:

The question won’t leave you – why did the melody line from a broken and discarded tape fit perfectly into a song played by some speedfreaks in a frozen tent? Can it be a coincidence? Maybe it’s the hand of the Man-Machine himself, in his attempt to craft a perfect song. Maybe Egg Head is actually Arno van Eyck in disguise!? Eyck? Egg? Hmm...

Completion bonuses: All white Motorics checks unlocked Reveals Arno Van Eyck gig posters in the world

SOLUTION:

Okay, so Egg Head is clearly not Van Eyck in disguise. Van Eyck is an Oranjese disc jockey -- but those people get around. Especially in Revachol, in the clubs on Boogie Street. Perhaps he stayed here for a short stint and discarded part of the song he was working on. Just threw it away. And then it ended up in the hawthorn tree. But why? Did he think it was *retrograde*? It wasn’t. Perhaps he caught a glimpse of the future and did not want for it to arrive just yet. Perhaps the city whispered the topline to him and he was frightened by it?

We've seen variations on this one before for other skill categories. The Arno Van Eyck posters give you additional orbs to click, which synergises nicely with Jamais Vu.

Egg Head also directly told us that his name was in reference to Van Eyck at one point, so that was not really much of a mystery.

SEARCHLIGHT DIVISION

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

Missing persons cases just really get to you. It's hard watching people worry about their loved ones – the little nervous movements, the dark rings around their eyes from sleepless nights. And even if there are no loved ones waiting – you like to have all your ducks in a row, and it really bothers you when whole entire people aren't accounted for.

Completion bonus: +2 Perception: Clear-eyed pursuit of truth

SOLUTION:

You've sharpened your senses by being on the lookout for missing persons. Now you notice more of what's happening around you. Perhaps when you're done with this case, you can join the Searchlight Division of the RCM, and find every Revacholian that's ever gone missing without a trace (there is undoubtedly a backlog of such cases). Because you never know, a missing person could be just around the edge, barely out of sight.

ONE MORE DOOR

Temporary research bonus: +1 Half Light: What is behind it?

PROBLEM:

God dammit, it cannot be. A disgrace! That door on the coast... you remember the one, right? The one that leads to the abandoned supply depot? Why, in the name of all that's holy, does it not open? *Why*?! There *has* to be a way to get through that unopenable door. By gods, you're the police -- all doors are supposed to open before you. What will the others at the precinct think if you can't open a goddamn door? There must be a way.

Completion bonuses: -1 Half Light: No fear All PSY white checks unlocked

SOLUTION:

There is no way to open the supply depot door. Accept it. You cannot open *all the doors*. You have to integrate this into your character. Some doors will forever remain closed. Even if every single other door will open at one time or another, maybe to a key, or maybe to some sort of tool meant for opening doors... But this one will never accede to such commands. A realization crucial to personal growth. Crucial.

There will always be one more door.

HARDCORE AESTHETIC

Temporary research bonus: -2 Interfacing: Fuck grammar!

PROBLEM:

Not only have you internalized the Hard Core Aesthetic, you’ve also *contributed* to it. How harder-core could you possibly become? Low-core people come around you to correct your “typos”: it’s “Hardcore” here, “hard-core” there, “Hardorcore” in a third instant -- what’s going on? Those aren’t typos, man, that’s how core hardness works. If you don’t know “hard-core” from “Our Happy Hardcore,” what the fuck are we even talking about?

Completion bonuses: +1 Endurance: Really useful for doing drugs +1 Volition: Same thing, Hardman

SOLUTION:

Oh yes. Drugs. We’re talking about drugs. Let’s face it, these flirtations with the Hard Core Aesthetic have all been leading up to one question: Can I do drugs *harder* now that I’m a Hard Cop? And the answer is: yes. You can. You can do one more blast of pyrholidon and yellow shit-powder, you can even pull a ciggie and a lager on top of that. There. You’ve *truly* made the Hardcore your own thing now.

Despite what it says on the tin, this actually just gives you more health.

THE INSULINDIAN MIRACLE

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

You were reminded of a poem, somewhere deep inside you, the translation of which you don't remember… "Nulla sarà cambiato della luce!” it begins. “Colori come grigio e marrone / Tutti stampati uno sull’altro / Trovai un vuoto / Una macchia Bianca / Gli altri guardarono / “Che bella giornata! Che bel tempo!” / Ma sentii la rotativa." You were reminded of it when you heard about the discovery of Insulinde. But what does it mean? And how do you know it by heart?

Completion bonuses: All white checks unlocked

SOLUTION:

It’s easy. You know the poem by heart because you were taught it at school. It is one of the Volta do Mar mantras repeated on the voyage that lead to the discovery of the Insulindian isola. And the words mean: “Nothing will be changed about the light! / Colours like grey and brown / All printed on top of each other / I found a blank white spot / All the others looked up: / ‘What a beautiful day! What beautiful weather!’ / But all I heard was the printing machine." What strange words to celebrate a new world.

You can only unlock this Thought when talking with Joyce after the confrontation with Ruby, making it a really useful tool if you have anything left to do in the game at that point.

And that's all the Thoughts that we encountered in our playthrough, aside from the ones we already saw in the game proper. We did also *technically* get to the point where we could have seen the Thoughts for the moralist and ultraliberal political alignments, even if we chose not to opt into them. So, I'll show those too:

KINGDOM OF CONSCIENCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Half Light: Calm water

PROBLEM:

Heartache is powerful, but democracy is *subtle*. Incrementally, you begin to notice a change in the weather. When it snows, the flakes are softer when they stick to your worry-worn forehead. When it rains, the rain is warmer. Democracy is coming to the Administrative Region. The ideals of Dolorian humanism are reinstating themselves. How can they not? These are the ideals of the Coalition and the Moralist International. Those guys are signal blue. And they're not only good -- they're also powerful. What will it be like, once their nuanced plans have been realized?

Completion bonuses: Moralist dialogue heals 1 Morale Learning cap for Volition raised to 5 Learning cap for Logic raised to 5

SOLUTION:

The Kingdom of Conscience will be exactly as it is now. Moralists don't really *have* beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child's toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded. Centrism isn't change -- not even incremental change. It is *control*. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it. Look up at the sky, at the dark shapes of Coalition airships hanging there. Ask yourself: is there something sinister in moralism? And then answer: no. God is in his heaven. Everything is normal on Earth.

INDIRECT MODES OF TAXATION

Temporary research bonus: -2 Empathy: Cold blooded

PROBLEM:

First, if you have a side-bitch ideology cooking somewhere, don't sweat it. Fightin' indirect taxation for the Gossamer State is compatible with *all* creeds. It's cool like that. You're a cool anarchist now. Unless you don't want to be an anarchist. Whatever! Stuff this meal ticket in your eye-socket and let's see if we can steal some *love* back from the robber barons at the customs agency and the *banditos* at The Insulindian Financial Oversight and Competition Committee.

Completion bonuses: -1 Empathy: Thinks he's a hustler or something Ultraliberal dialogue options give +1 real

SOLUTION:

Turns out those Financial Oversight Committee gangsters stuffed millions of hard-earned dividends away in the last place anyone thought to look: the hearts and minds of everyday Revacholians! You need to spread that deregulation gospel to the *people*. Tell them about that foreign fare tax. Preach that 98% gross burden. Preach it, preacher man! Set the brothas free. Taxes are racist.

Even with those, there are still *eighteen* Thoughts remaining in the game that we didn't encounter - either because we didn't have high enough stats, didn't pick the right dialogue options, or chose not to put any points into fascism. Some of them are mutually exclusive with Thoughts we did pick, some require *really complicated* methods to find. A few of them give us some more interesting backstory on Harry and Kim that's worth hearing -- but I'll let you uncover that on your own time.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Retire

@jegulus-microfic March 12 Word count 985

Previous part First part

Remus slept the entire day. Only waking to eat the food Regulus had brought up with them before curling back up onto the couch.

Regulus felt the warmth spreading from his hidden pocket, alerting him that James was trying to contact him. 

He moved into an antechamber off the main library and pulled out the mirror. 

“Hi, Reg.” James smiled at Regulus through the mirror, but it was a bit pinched around the edges. 

“Are you okay, James?” Regulus asked, unable to keep the worry out of his voice. James nodded sadly. 

“I just—I just can’t believe it’s Pete. I mean, how could he do that to us? To Sirius, to me? He used me to gather information for Voldemort. What else have I told him that he’s used against the Order?” Regulus watched the tear fall from James’s face and felt helpless. James needed him, and he couldn’t help.  

A noise behind him made him start. Remus had woken and followed Regulus into the antechamber. His face was red with rage. 

“What do you mean you can’t believe it’s Pete!” He snarled at James over Regulus’s shoulder. 

“Er—erm—I mean—erm…” James stuttered. Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache suddenly irrupting behind his eyes.

“James, can you get to Rosier House in the next hour?” He asked, taking a step away from the rage-shaking Remus. James nodded. 

“Yeah. Should I bring Sirius?”

“Do you think he’ll be able to control himself if we tell him?”

“Probably not, but he’ll be worse if we keep it from him.”

“I agree.” Regulus turned to Remus. “Are you coming as well?”

“Yup,” Remus’s voice was a growl. Regulus could almost see the wolf within. He’d never seen Remus as a threat before, but now he realised that he was the most dangerous of them all. He turned his attention back to James. 

“Wear the cloak. Don’t be seen. Remus and I are probably being watched, and we’re supposed to be hunting Sirius down.” James chucked at that. 

“So what you’re saying is he’s walking directly into your clutches?” Regulus smirked in Remus’s direction.

“Lupin here can’t wait to get his hands on him.” Some of the rage left Remus’s face. 

“Shut it, Regulus and let’s get going. James, see you in a bit.” 

“Bye,” Regulus smiled fondly at James through the mirror.

“See you soon, love,” James said before he disappeared. 

***

They walked through the gates of Rosier House and entered the house itself. They found Barty and Evan where they usually were, in Evan’s bedroom. 

“When we retire from this venture Evan, I am going to put so many wards on this room that none of these fuckers can ever get back in so we can shag in peace!” Barty apparently did not appreciate them just dropping by. “Nice to see you away from those flea-ridden twats, Lupin.” He added, grinning toothily at Remus. 

“Likewise.” Remus nodded back. Just then, the door opened and closed, and Sirius, appearing out of nowhere, launched himself at Remus, giving him no time at all to react. Regulus had no idea how he managed to keep them both upright, but he did. 

Regulus tried not to stare, but his brother looked so happy it was hard to turn away. That’s when James pulled the cloak off right in front of him, and Regulus didn’t care anymore. In a very similar fashion to Sirius, he was in James’s arms before his brain could catch up with his body’s actions. His lips were on James’s, and his hands tangled in his hair in the next breath.

A pillow flew across the room and hit them, then another at Sirius and Remus. Both couples broke apart, glaring at Barty.

“You disturbed us,” He sneered, pointing to himself and Evan. “I’m only returning the favour.”

“What’s happened, Reg?” Evan asked, diffusing the situation. Regulus sighed. 

“We think we know who the spy is.” He started. Remus ground his teeth, a growl rumbling in his chest. Clearly, his time with the wolves had rubbed off. Sirius reached up and ran his fingers through Remus’s hair, calming him. Or perhaps he’d always been that way. 

“Who is it?” Sirius asked, not taking his eyes off Remus. Remus’s eyes met Sirius’s. 

“Peter,” He snarled from the side of his mouth. 

“What!” Sirius exploded. “I’ll kill him! Snivelling little rat!” Sirius’s tirade continued for some minutes before he ran out of insults. Regulus stepped forward. 

“Right now that you’ve gotten that out of your system. We can’t let on that we figured it out. The only way that any of us could have figured it out is if we talked, and obviously, we can’t let that get out.” 

“We’re just going to let him get away with it!” Sirius roared. 

“No, of course not.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re going to feed him lies to take back to Voldemort, and then we’ll see how good an informant he is. You never know. Voldemort might take care of him for us.” 

“We can’t do that.” James piped up. The entire room looked at him bewildered. 

“Why not?!” Sirius was red in the face. “He’s working for the other side, James.” 

“So are they.” James pointed at Regulus, Evan and Barty. 

“Well—Yes, but—but they’re—they’re helping us. Peter isn’t.” Sirius struggled to find the words he needed. 

“He’s been our friend far longer than he’s been a spy,” James said, looking at his friends. 

“You’re right,” Remus said calmly. Regulus saw James relax at Remus’s words, but Regulus saw the anger there. “You’re right. We should be the ones to take care of him.”

“Oh, goody,” Barty said gleefully. “We’re plotting murder!”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus stepped in before any more could be said. “We can deal with Pettigrew later. For now, I think I’ve discovered where another Horcrux might be.” 

Next part

[quitealotofsodapop]

Awh! Baby Yuebei loving dinos is everything to me!

Now I wanna see her family take her the dinosaur exhibit at a museum or science center or something. The science center near me has a whole exhibit for all things dinosaur related including fun interactive learning activities for little ones like fossil ecivission in rubber sand and life-size dinosaur animatronics in fake habitats we can walk through. I can't remember the rest rn, my favorite exhibit is the astronomy room! It's so dark in there, whole different vibe from all the others. But the whole building is like a science playground, the cubs(stoplight trio included, tho Redson is probably too much of a know-it-all to let himself enjoy it) would get a kick out of it. I can already imagine which exhibits some of them would enjoy.

-💜

yes! since Yuebei Xing as a character is tied to skulls and bones, I figured it would be cute that she'd have an interest in beings mostly know through their bones.

I know some larger museums have big sand pits to emulate excavations, like the one in New York. The zoo-aquarium in my granddads town has one of those walkable habitats too! The water/fake swamp was actually an aquarium for brackish water fish!

Now I'm loving the idea of Wukong letting the cubs go on a Museum Day to Megapolis, and ofc little kids love Natural History cus thats where the dinosaurs are! Tang pouts and wants to come along too - until Pigsy points out that he's a grown man that can pay his own ticket.

Wukong gets MK and Mei (and Redson since he's been pretty much adopted into the squad) to help bring the kids around to all the exhibits. When Wukong gets too tired to run around (especially cus of his condition), the Stoplight trio take over cub-wrangling duty while Wukong chills at the museum's cafe. Mei and MK treat it like a super-dangerous mission and try their best to engage in what's caught the cubs attentions. MK noticeably blanks in fear when he sees a model of Carboniferous bugs. Redson is a bit of smarty pants, but he's interested in the provided literature/the more obscure creatures on display. Tang is barely any help with babysitting since he gets as easily distracted as the cubs! XD

Yuebei is having the time of her life. Can't keep still for a moment - there's so many things to see and touch! And if there's an excavation pit - she's jumping straight in like a fox. No regards for her nice clothes, she's covered in sand and clay within seconds. Just absolutely feral over these bones.

Mei, pointing to a model: "Do you know what that is Yuebei?" Yuebei, holding a plush dino: "Ty-ranno-saur-us rex!" Mei: "Omg you're so good at this! What about that one?" Yuebei: "Pterro-dact-ill!" Mei: "Yup! Pterodactyl! It's a pretty cool dinosaur huh?" Yuebei, suddenly very serious: "Not dinosaur." Mei: "Huh?" Yuebei: "Not dinosaur." Red Son, reading a museum pamphlet: "She's correct. Pterosaurs are a different branch of archosaur separate from Dinosauria. It's like comparing snakes to lizards." Mei: "Omg! You're so smart, baby girl!" Yuebei: "Thank." (*smug "I know" face*)

If Macaque is around post S3, he helps out with wrangling the kids, but he'd quickly get over-stimulated by all the sights and sounds - so MK would take over for him so dear bama/baba can sit down with Wukong and de-stress. Wukong and Macaque might just wander off into the quiet art gallery if it's nearby (usually is in my experience) and poke fun at the historic art.

The Eclipse twins I feel are more into the astronomy side of the museum (hard not to since Space) and demand that they stay for a lecture on objects in the solar system. And if there's a planetarium - oh boy you know the cubs (and the grown-ups too) are gonna be entranced by the projections of all the stars and planets.

Wukong, pointing to a star: "Hey I know that guy! We fought one time!" Tang: "...what?" Wukong: (*pointing to Zeta Piscium*) "Wood Wolf of Legs; Revati." Tang, gasping: "The Yellow Robed Demon." Wukong: "Yeah!" Luzhen, in baby babble: "He's very far away." (*tries grabbing for the projection of the star*)

The gift shop is decimated. XD

[nath-is-a-fox]

"Do you ever feel insecure about any of your kintypes ?"

Yup, all of them actually. The impostor syndrome is going crazy sometimes, and it's not nice to question your identity everyday about things you already spent months, and even years, researching about.

I'm just gonna give a few reason as to why I feel this way (hoping that putting words on it actually clears my mind about it).

Fox : Just like wolfs, cats and dogs, this is one of the most common theriotypes, and thus people tend to assume fox therians are most likely to be "fake therians". Since we see a lot of younger therians, mostly on TikTok, who do not really understand what therianthropy and alterhumanity is, "pick" that theriotype because foxes are pretty, common, easily romanticized or idk what reason, fox therians such as me might tend to feel less "valid" for having a common theriotype like that (which, do not get me wrong, is not the truth AT ALL. This is just how I feel and how I've seen some other therians with a "common" theriotype feel). Even if I really did thorough research about tens of different species, only the fox felt right, so I had to admit that yes, I have a common theriotype, and yes, it is completely valid and okay to be a fox, it does not mean that I'm faking it.

Dragon : Well...it's kind of the otherkin version of my fox theriotype. Dragons are quite common, and while a lot of the dragonkins I see are unique and beautiful creatures, I just...look like one of those medieval dragons, the big and scaly ones that spit fire (though I don't live on a pile of gold, don't attack humans at every chance I get and am more of a solitary dragon living in its moutains). I think that what makes it harder for me is the fact that I have 2 common kintypes. I would probably be way more fine with my dragon kintype if I wasn't a fox too.

Orca : Well for that one it's a bit different. That one is really strong and present during some time of the year, like summer (because of the beach, pools, the possibility to swim) and winter. But sometimes, I feel a bit more distant from my theriotype, and I fear I was mistaken about it. But then I feel it stronger and more influent than ever and I stop worrying about it.

And at last, the...water-made kintype : The thing with this one is, no matter how many researches I did, I found no word that actually defines my kintype. I know what I am, I know what I look like (well...there's not a lot to it, as it is mostly water...but not in the way "I kin a lake or a river", no, it is more similar to a creature living in a lake, made from water, that has a conscience and is aware of being surrounded by liveless water) and how it feels like to be my kintype. But since there's no word to describe it, I can't just say "I am a [insert creature] kin, you can look it up" because I literally never found anything that fits, and explaining it can get extremely confusing. I might make up a name for it one day though, out of comfort.

[natsuki208]

Seeking Warmth ❤️‍🔥

After a long night of snow training, Marco gets very cold and needs to warm up. Jean sneaks him out to the main room and builds a fireplace for both of them to keep warm.

———

“Brrr, it’s freezing out here.”

The young freckled boy struggling to carry his supplies on his back thinks aloud to himself. This has to be the coldest day of the 104th snow training yet.

But he isn’t the only one who’s having a hard time coping with the cold, everyone else in front and behind too. In fact, some have to be dragged along in the snow by rope after falling unconscious, which will make the journey back to camp go a bit longer. The young teens are very tired, and very hungry, especially the ponytail girl with her stomach growling like a beast.

Fortunately, they all managed to return to their cabins much sooner than they figured. The instructors informed them all the have a well-deserved rest while they unlock the cabin doors. Seven of the exhausted teens huddle together for desperate warmth, and to think back on their trip.

The icy winds howls louder over their conversations, while snowflakes flurry from the sky and onto their already cold cheeks. It’s certainly not a pleasant experience for young teens such as them to trample through, but for upcoming material for soldiers, they have little no choice - for what they’re training for will be undoubtedly worse.

“About time, I can barely feel my legs.” The light brown-haired Jean complains on the snowy ground.

“None of us can, dude.” The bald kid Connie quips back at him. “Well, maybe Mikasa is still feeling like herself.”

Glancing over at the concerned Mikasa checking on both Eren and Armin’s health, even if Eren tells her not to, is the clearest sign. Yup, aside from her, these guys and girls are not themselves tonight. All they want is a good meal and to warm up.

“I just want something to eeeaat.” Sasha whines as her stomach growls even louder.

“Just hang in there, Sasha…. it will only be another minute.”

Jean looks up after hearing that weird pause from Marco. The boy’s been breathing into his gloves, rubbing them together to attempt to keep his face warm. Now this wouldn’t be bad or unusual since a lot of them are currently doing this, but what is putting Jean off is the ashamed look in his eyes and frown. Sure it’s hard to feel anything positive while freezing but it still doesn’t feel like Marco at all to him.

Not until Jean begins to stand up, quite shakily, is when the bell rings for the chilly cadets to come inside the cabins for the night. Everyone sighs in relief and head on in, in groups or one by one, which Marco does so Jean doesn’t get his chance to question his friend straight away.

-

The last meals of the day were served, the bell rang once again to acknowledge bedtime for all cadets, and so they all obeyed nicely and checked out for the night. Boys and girls sleep in separate rooms from each other but not enough for them all to sleep separately - this of course leads to having roommates like back in the main training grounds.

All should be sleeping soundly, however, this year’s winter is undoubtedly the harshest one on record. For the past few days, heavy snow and wind have been blustering non-stop, with howls like a wolf pack, and the strength of titans trying to bury them in the snowstorm. The wood the cabins are made of may be strong enough to stay on, ground but not enough to keep the bitter cold out.

Poor, tired teens are left to shiver under mid-thin sheets every night. It got so bad that the instructors had to travel back down mountain for extra warmth like firewood and blankets, which is very helpful but also very limited. Many of the cadets had to take turns using both and sadly, led to the instructors having to take control of choosing after endless arguing.

This night, no where near as calm as previous nights, had to be the final straw for the restless Jean Kirstein.

Just barely audible under the gusting wind, are the sounds of chattering and whimpering on the bed next to him. Jean tosses over to his side to hear them closer, and to see how badly his roomie is taking it - which is very badly.

He’s never seen Marco in this state before; from the redness on his nose and cheeks, to the saddening frown shaking away. His whole body is shaking under the sheets too, and it really puts a sour taste in Jean’s stomach more so than the cheap supper he had. But just when Jean can even think about daring whoever has the thicker blankets tonight and take ‘em back here, he thought of an even better plan.

Slowly creeping out of bed, he tip-toes along the creaky floor as to not disturb Marco any further. The cold air surrounding him is no different from how it felt under his sheets, but it doesn’t stop his arms from shivering. One shivering arm reaches for Marco’s shoulder and as he gently places his hand, could lightly shake it but the freckled boy already senses Jean’s presence.

“Jean…” He whispers.

The boy jumps in slight surprise. “M-Marco… are you awake?”

Marco nods while opening those tired brown eyes of his, he roughly looks like he’s about to cry. “Can’t sleep.”

This is definitely more serious than Jean thought, or he likes to take it that way, to make his planned actions more justifiable. He reaches down a hand for Marco to hold and the boy accepts immediately. It feels closer to an icicle which upsets Jean more. Before Marco can say anything, Jean practically and slowly pulls Marco up from the mattress until he’s sitting up.

“Come on.” Jean informs quietly. “I have an idea.”

“W-What? Jean, we’re not suppose to go out of our rooms this late-”

“Look. Do you want to freeze to death or not?”

A pause occurs, Marco looks sad again, and Jean feels inner regret for that small burst out. It doesn’t take long fortunately for Marco to visually respond with standing up and keeping his grip on his friend’s hand. Jean understands this gesture so the two now quietly step across the wooden floors, Marco staying close as possible, and soon they are outside in the eerie hallway - nothing but the wind howling outside.

-

Everyone in the cabin, including the instructors themselves, have all hit the hay for the night, but Jean and his freckled companion are still hesitant to enter the main room at first. The former takes the lead with reaching for the handle to open the door, slowly creaking it open, only to see nothing but empty furniture inside. With permission, Marco walks slowly to sit down on the floor while Jean searches for the firewood.

“I found some over here.” He says, picking up about four or five logs and throws them in the fireplace (quietly of course).

“I’ll lend you a hand.” Marco replies.

It’s a good thing these were taught a lot about building a fire from their hiking training in the forest; after rubbing some sticks together they manage somehow to start up the fire. It begins small, but it feels much nicer than the plain cold room they’re stuck in. A few more minutes pass and the fire gets bigger and brighter enough to fit the fireplace. It glows of orange, shines with brightness and of course, spreads the warmth throughout the room.

Marco feels almost better already, so does Jean, as they shift to get a little closer. They rub their hands together and sigh in relief, it feels like forever since they experience proper heating like this. The smile on Marco’s face catches Jean’s eye, forming a small yet comforting smile of his own.

“Ain’t this much better, huh?” He states while the smile forms into a smirk.

Marco only nods. The smirk on his friend fades away.

“You know…” Jean cannot take holding back the beans any longer. “I couldn’t stand seeing you freezing like that, it’s news to me to see how vulnerable you can be. So I had to do this.”

“I… wouldn’t say I’m vulnerable.” The freckled boy returns with his piece. “I’m just not use to the cold such as this.”

“But you’re from Jinae, I heard that it gets very cold with it being like a small farmland of sorts - at least that’s what I heard.”

“Y-Yeah. But usually in the winter, my little sister and I would huddle by a fire like this with my mother’s quilt. Sometimes we’d stay there the whole night.”

The happy chuckles from reminiscing along with the fire’s glow shining on his freckled cheeks is a sight to behold - it makes Jean blush a little.

“My mother is really good at sewing. She eventually made quilts for both of us for the winter.”

That surely brings flashbacks to Jean too. The light brown-haired boy glances back at the fire and remembers various winters with a similar scenario with his parents, all pleasant and inviting. Jean mutters with a smile.

“My mom is like that too…”

“Hmm? You said something?”

Jean snaps back and looks away. “Nothing!”

Quiet is shared between the boys now, a flustered Jean won’t turn back to face his friend, just leaving Marco to find comfort with the fireplace. Although it’s nice, there’s something pinning in his chest. A little birdie is telling him to not leave things as they are, after all, Jean did this for him so he should give back in return.

He gulps a little as his hand shifts towards Jean’s. “Hey, uh… Jean?”

Jean doesn’t verbally respond but slowly looks back.

“Would you mind if you sit a little closer?” The blush can’t be notice as it blends in with the glow of the fire.

Jean thinks for a split second, yet he does so anyway. “Sure.”

The two of them are just close enough for their shoulders to touch, and Jean unintentionally puts his hand on top of Marco’s. Even though he quickly notices, he can’t find himself to pull it away, only to stare down in embarrassment. He worries for what Marco will think but quicker than a snowflake in the storm, the freckled boy rests his head on Jean’s shoulder. This catches him off guard and his eyes widen with surprise. Next thing he knows is the Marco closes his eyes peacefully too.

“Hey, wh-what-” hesitant to say something that can come out rude, he zips his mouth for a bit to think first.

The more he stares at Marco, the more relax he feels. To have his close friend like this, even more physically closer, and to feel his warmed-up hand intertwined their fingers together gently is all that he needs to tell him to not move. Jean begins to lean his head down too, on top of Marco’s head, his eyes slowly droop while still on Marco’s smile. Before he can drift away, he mentions some things:

“What will the others say?”

“Mmm… it’ll be alright, Jean. They’ll understand.”

“Can we at least… get the blanket?”

“No thanks… this is enough.”

No more words are shared, just the soft sounds of breathing. Not even the gusts of the heavy snow outside was enough to keep them from snoozing. There they stayed, throughout the rest of the frosty night, cuddled and embraced into each other’s warmth.

They feel at home.

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Thank you to @lying-on-floors for inspiring me to write JM again. ^^

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 18

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

Today Enid suggested we head into Jericho for Christmas shopping. I informed her that this was unnecessary for me as I had already finished making my Yuletide gifts before the final month began. She looked a little taken aback but I was quick to clarify that it did not mean I wouldn't join her in town. I donned my jacket and took her hand in my own. She lit up again at once and immediately pulled me out of our dorm.

As we walked through the halls on our way down to the bus she asked me many questions about Yule. I had no qualms in educating her about its history, symbols, and traditions.

'Woah! So it's kind of like an old timey Christmas?' Was her response. I cannot describe the physical pain this caused me. 'Willa, are you okay?' She asked as we boarded the bus.

'Perhaps it would also be prudent to discuss the history of the holiday you celebrate as well.' I said, taking a calming breath as we sat down. I could tell that it would be a long trip to Jericho.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up guys! YourFavoriteFruitBat here along with my girl GayMerGirl as we head into town! We're going to see how long I can stand in the local churches before I catch fire!"

"You're not seriously doing that are you?"

"Hey chat it looks like we've got a guest appearance by QBB - Queen Bee Barclay!"

"Don't call me that."

"So what are your plans for town today?"

"Well, I guess they now include staying away from the churches."

"Aw, come on Bianca don't be- Wait, chat's going crazy. Hold on. Oh shit! I guess we've also got an impromptu episode of Wenid Watch!"

"So this is still a thing?"

"Yeah, it's become even more popular over the past couple weeks. I remember when Yoko started filming them occasionally as a joke but now everyone is super invested."

"Like, their relationship?"

"Yup! It's the whole 'will they won't they' kind of thing. Except they're finally together now, I think."

"Shh! Quiet you two! This is a rare sighting of the two love bats outside of their nest!"

"-and it was the psychoactive component of the amanita muscaria, or fly agaric, that caused hallucinations, with the most common hallucination being that of flying reindeer."

"Wow! But wait, if people only hallucinated the reindeer flying then how did the Christmas Werewolf win the werewolf games?"

"The… what?"

"The werewolf games! How did the Christmas Werewolf win if the reindeer he ate didn't actually fly?"

"I am unaware of such a tale."

"You not know about the Christmas Werewolf? Ha! Quit joking!"

"This is no jest, cara mia."

"You know, the Christmas Werewolf."

"Mi amor, I am afraid that you repeating it does not give me any greater clarity."

"…You? You really haven't heard the story of the Christmas Werewolf?"

"No. I am woefully ignorant."

"…"

"Please enlighten me."

"Okay! So my dad always told the story just before the twelve days of Christmas began back when my brothers and I were just cubs-"

"Cubs?"

"You know, kid werewolves."

"Ah, I see. Continue."

"The Christmas Werewolf, okay so you know how werewolves remain wolfed out for the twelve days of Christmas right?"

"No..."

"Really? Okay, uh, there's a lot I'm going to need to cover then. Anyway, werewolves who have completed their first full wolf out stay wolfed out during the twelve days of Christmas. That's when we compete in the werewolf games."

"And what happens in these games?"

"Well, we test our strength and stuff, like running and hunting and jumping. There's also alcohol involved but that's mainly for the older werewolves. Anyway, so the story goes that a long time ago on a cold winter's night all the local werewolves gathered together for the werewolf games. Everyone got to play except for one little werewolf. None of the other werewolves would let him join in the games because they said he was too small and weak and could never hope to compete. The little werewolf was very sad but determined to prove them wrong."

"The other werewolves laughed and said they would let him join in the games if he could jump over the wall of a nearby castle. The little werewolf saw how tall the wall was and knew he could not jump it all by himself. He wandered off into the woods and that's when he saw it: Santa's reindeer. The little werewolf got an idea. If the reindeer could fly, maybe he could too if he ate one."

"That took a rather unexpected turn."

"So, he comes up with this whole big plan to catch one of the reindeer. Long story short he succeeds and eats one of the reindeer and goes back to the other werewolves. Anyway, he wins because he can jump super high now and gets crowned the Christmas Werewolf."

"And how did Santa respond to the death of one of his reindeer?"

"Well, I mean, that's why Santa doesn't deliver presents to werewolves. And why we can't enjoy hot chocolate at Christmas. And also why his reindeer wear silver bells, so werewolves never eat his reindeer again."

"That… makes sense."

"I know right? But if the flying reindeer were hallucinations, how did the Christmas werewolf make the jump?"

"I would suppose that with this werewolf being quite clever he found some alternative way to clear that castle wall."

"I guess."

"Enid, if the character of Saint Nicholas refuses to bring gifts to werewolves why have you hung stockings?"

"Oh! Those aren't for Santa! It's for the Christmas werewolf to leave dried venison. It's symbolic of the meat of the flying reindeer."

"Why stockings?"

"Well, you can't wear stockings when you're wolfed out, silly. That's why he puts it in there."

"Of course. And the tree?"

"Werewolf Christmases are mostly spent outside, since almost everyone is wolfed out. So we have two trees that are decorated the same. One inside for the cubs that haven't wolfed out and one outside for everyone else. You can find your family by the tree outside that is decorated like the one inside."

"There appears to be much I do not know about werewolf Christmas."

"I don't know. I think they're mostly the same. I mean, you spend time with family and people you care about, you give gifts, and you compete to see who is the strongest."

"Must one be a werewolf to partake in these games?"

"Uh, technically no but they are very challenging if you aren't."

"What is the prize of winning said games?"

"Well, you get to be the Christmas Werewolf."

"And what does that entail?"

"You get first pick when it comes to meals, everyone has to listen to you, you get bragging rights, and you hunt the Christmas reindeer so you can put venison in everyone's stockings."

"Interesting. Tell me the games again."

"Willa? You're not- you're not thinking of competing are you?"

"Would it be inappropriate for me to?"

"No but, you're not, you're kinda-"

"Yes?"

"You're small."

"Is the story you told me not about the small and clever overcoming brute strength?"

"Yes but Willa- My family is super competitive."

"As am I, querida."

"Willa no."

"I am merely curious, mi loba."

"Well chat? What do you think? Do you think Wednesday Addams has what it takes to compete in the werewolf games?"

"I worry for the werewolves to be honest."

"Bianca's got the spirit! I'm adding a poll down in chat. Chat, do you think Wednesday has a chance? I guess we'll have to wait till after winter break to find out!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I found a new (to me--it's actually quite old!) heartwarming collection of cute, collection of fables/fairy tale-esque children's stories anime, Fukuyama Gekijou: Natsu no Himitsu [Fukuyama Theater: Summer Secret]--I found it via Pinterest because look at this adorably sweet mermaid design!!!

It's by one of my favourite artists ever, Fukuyama Keiko, who painted those touching scenes used for the end of Pikachu's Summer Vacation (yup, the first Pikachu pre-movie short!) and a lot of old Pokemon postcards! Osamu Tezuka fans will also know her as the artist of the Melmo-chan reboot manga! It's where this super cute bunny came from!!! I used to mistake it as something from Chibi Maruko-chan! It used to make the rounds on tumblr a lot.

The intro/narrative frame of little mice reading stories gives me the same so-heartwarming-it-makes-me-teary nostalgic feeling as Maple Town. (Side-note: so many punny references to Fukuyama-sensei's name everywhere!)

The rabbits' story is just bunny propoganda, poor wolf!! He's as pitiful as Tom! But I am very amused at the catchy song just trying to get kids to eat the veggies. See, the wolf is ugly because he hated carrots, but the bunnies are smart, because they love carrots, fff.

The longest story is a silly, Flintstones-esque story about cavemen living among dinosaurs, namely focusing on an aspiring artist (Henoheno), trying hard to make it big, supported by his friend (later wife ♡) Pink and dinosaur friend Shiro (Shiro also ends up a mom to many, many little dinos, but the father amusingly isn't shown, Sir Not-Appearing-in-This-Short, pfft.) Also, there's a famous established artist called (Moheji.) Yes, his and the lead's names are puns on the henohenomoheji doodle. As you can tell by the disclaimer, you are not to take this anachronistic story too seriously, it's just a sweet, funny, uplifting little story!

This little punk in the End of Semester Cleaning Contest story is very funny. Cute story. I did worry it'd take a dark turn when he fell down the stairs (they even had him wonder if maybe he died whe he fell), but no, it ended nicely... even if it's a little bittersweet.

There's some shorter stories that are mostly songs (another one about rabbits sung by a kindergartener and one song about yearning for love starring a little black dog named Kuro who does find a home!), and the last story is easily my other favourite after the mermaid story, and I'm so glad it was a longer one too... it's a very poignant story.

The Origami Princess is a little like Thumbelina, but very Japanese. A little girl, with her mother's help, makes an origami princess, but before she could go to the beach, she falls sick, so sends the princess in her place, floating her on a boat-shaped leaf down the river...

The princess is amazed by the beauty of the world and befriends a telescope goldfish (Kinguro), who was accidentally flushed while his tank was being cleaned, and he aids her as she seeks the sea, even as he warns her of the danger...

There's a dignity and grace in this story that's very beautiful.

(Also, tanuki statue spotted!)

[fairytales-and-folklore]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @marimbles! ♥️ No pressure tags: @litfeathers @lollytea @ashanimus @greyhavenisback @princecharmingwinks @tails89 @nutellarghh @ash-mcj @childlikegoblinqueen @daydreams-and-honeybees @avatarmerida @asarcasticwitch @sailahina @secretly-of-course @sapphic--kiwi @haystarlight @zyrafowe-sny @peachytea04 @slightecho

1. How many works do you have on AO3? just hit 100 last month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 479,814

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in quite a few over the years, but the ones I've written the most fics for are doctor who (eleven/amy) teen wolf (sterek) and the owl house (huntlow)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found (teen wolf | sterek) You Always Want What You're Running From (sleepy hollow | ichabbie) What To Do When Your Emotionally Constipated Werewolf Boyfriend Gets Cursed By A Witch: A Guide (teen wolf | sterek) Gold Rush (the owl house | huntlow) Lovesick (the owl house | huntlow) 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! Every kind comment means so much to me, so I always take the time to respond to all of them (though I'm not always great at getting to them on time.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm probably The Courtesan and the Writer (doctor who | eleven/amy) I used to dabble in angst a bit more when I first started writing fic, but these days all my fics are pretty much guaranteed to have a happy ending, because real life is hard enough lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Pretty much all my fics have happy endings, but one of the happiest I wrote would probably be my huntlow college AU Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it outright hate, but I have gotten a handful of rude comments over the years (complaining that I don't post often enough, telling me my headcanons are wrong, telling me how they think my story should have ended — one time someone yelled at me in all caps because I said that a character chilled red wine lol that one was wild)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Smut is fun. Mine is typically more focused on the emotional aspect than the physical, is usually the result of a long tension-fueled slow burn buildup, and is usually tooth-rottingly fluffy, soft, and sweet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have! Back in the days where superwholock plagued tumblr, I wrote one of the silliest cross-overs imaginable, combining doctor who, torchwood, bbc sherlock, supernatural, the avengers, and sleepy hollow: Lords, Gods, and Madmen

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But most of them never saw the light of day 😂 one that did is called An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons co-written with @ash-mcj @tails89 and @nutellarghh

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I think my top three ships are reflected in who I've written the most fic for: huntlow, sterek, and the eleventh doctor/amy pond

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Luckily, everything that's posted to AO3 is finished, but at this point I'm thinking I'll probably never get around to writing the little nightmares, reylo, and captain swan WIPs I've had sitting in my drafts since 2019

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I capture the characters really well, which means a lot to me. I've also been told that my writing is cozy and comforting and fills people with warm fuzzy feelings, which is always nice to hear 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I will sit there and agonize over the same paragraph trying to make it sound perfect instead of just letting the writing flow, so sometimes a fic will be in the works for a very long time until it's finally ready to be posted (by which time I'm probably sick of it and never want to look at it again 😂)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've dabbled in this a little bit, but it's usually been plot-relevant, like a character learning to speak the language (i.e. when Hunter tried to learn Spanish in Being Human.) When I do write in another language, I always do my best to research and try to get the translations as accurate as possible, and I always include the English translation either in the fic itself or as an author's note so readers don't have to break away from my fic to google anything. (And also so that they know what my intention was, on the off-chance I translated something wrong and accidentally wrote something offensive.) 19. First fandom you wrote for?

Does anyone remember that vampire show that came out back in like 2009? Moonlight? Yeah, that one lol

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? God, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child. Okay fine, it's Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

[royal-marjoram]

Hello my government assigned mcyt Halloween @mcyt-halloween person @ravagerrush >:DDDD I come to you, humbly, with a playlist! It is double life Pearl themed!! Yayy we love to see it! I tried to arrange something with a wide variety of music, so that maybe some of it is to your liking or maybe you'll find some new stuff you'll like!

The cover of the Playlist is an, unfortunetly reused, but still my, fanart of double life pearl. (At first I wanted to make you a very nice double life pearl themed fanart, but my laptop exploded and it does not turn on anymore lol so I hope a playlist will be fine with you too )

So here's a link to the Playlist, I hope you enjoy it and I greatly reccomend listening to it in order because the Playlist is split into 3 main themes: part 1 (very short) the begining of the season, it's about the whole themes of double life and life series, part 2 double life pearl when she's on green and yellow life! This is a part where I tried to choose songs with themes of abandonment or unrequited love, being an outcast or disliked. And part 3, the longest and my favourite one, is about Pearl on red life! Many more violent, or wolf themed songs, loneliness and anger and revenge!!!

And if you'd like to go into depth of each or most songs here is a short list of what means what, how did I interpret the songs to fit the theme:

Part1:

1. Rule#1 - Magic - Fish in a birdcage

2. Everybody falls in love - *repeat repeat

3. Cavalry - Shayfer James

4.Saddam - AlicebanD

Those three songs are the introduction to Double life as a theme! The last one is somewhat a transition song theme wise, because though to me it's also about life series and how it is, it has some more lyrics that focus on Pearl

Part 2:

5. Here I am - The Crane Wives

Direct song about how Pearl got abandoned by Scott and wasn't able to team up with anyone else

6. The taste of cockroach - MARETU

It's a song about bullying and exclusion of some individuals. I do reccomend reading the translated lyrics (also the song is just really good I love it)

7.Where's Casey - Alec Holowka

8. Worms - AlicebanD

9. Jagna - L. U. C, Rebel Babel Film Orchestra

I think this one fits only if you've seen the movie 'Chłopi' from last year or if you've read the book that has the same title. Its a story about a girl who gets hated and exiled and excluded from the rest of the village. They say she's a bad omen too. And also it's a very beautiful track from the movie!

10. Duvet - boa

11. Fire with Fire - AlicebanD

12. I don't smoke - Mitski

All three songs are related to the relationship between Pearl and Scott

13. Usotsuki - matsushita

Though it's a love song, about unrequited feelings, I added it cause first and foremost it's a banger. And also to me it fits

14. Shoujo - Zetsubo-P

I think this one really fits how Pearl purposefully hurt herself and Scott

15. The well - The Crane Wives

Being bound to soulmates and dragging each other down by sharing health

16. Koniec lata - L.U.C

Another 'Chłopi' ost. Though this one is the end song! It has a lot of themes with nature and freedom. Running away. Change and new good things that will come back when spring comes again

17. Sin eater - Penelope Scott

Do I just really like the 'soul has never taken any damage' line? Yup. But also not being good enough.

18. 電気予報 (Denki Yohou) - inabakumori

Welp

It's a song about catching pokemon but if you get more into it It could also be about toxic relationships and wanting to have someone who doesn't want to be yours.

19. It gets better - AlicebanD

Part 3:

20. 超暗黒幻想 - kiichi

This one I just really like and I think it has this ominous sound that it fits as a marker for turning red

21. Left behind - Dagames

Okay, i know, fnaf song in dl Pearl playlist? What the heck! But don't worry, there's a second one lol. So yeah left behind, pretty self explanatory

22. Dear dictator - Saint Motel

People fearing you when you're red, yeah thas all

23. I'm gonna win - Rob Cantor

24. Everything's dead - The Dead Brothers

This whole song is very red life coded

25. формалин - Fleur

This one's also a very vaguely red life coded. Read the lyrics cause they're good

26. Камень - Fleur

Read lyrics. It's about being unstoppable and unbreakable

27. Red with love - Pom pom squad

Red life pearl going craaazy

28. Butcher vanity - Vane lily

Being blood hungry red life yayy

29. 原風景その３ - kiichi

30. [I Love You] - kiichi

Those two songs are a pack deal. They give the best effect when listening to one after the other.

31. Spiracle - Flower Face

Red life bloodlust combined with the soulmates theme of double life

32. Message lost - Ferry

33. Wolf - AlicebanD

34. Pełnia - Vołosi

So the last song and this one and the next one also have wolf themes and sound good. This one's title translates to full moon

35. The wolf - The Crane wives

36. Laplace's Angel - Will Wood

Hurt people? Hurt people!

37. Why I hate you - Iroharingo

Title says it all! Also it's a banger

38. How to crush a diamond - megurimeguru

Fitting for red life

39. Hell - Sumia

40. The mangle - Skyfixing, Nicole Gene

Yayy second fanf song. This time it's a red life going on a rampage kind of song. Revenge!!! And also the friends that are mentioned in the song are the wolves in Pearls case

41. Take me to war - The Crane Wives

42. Red River - AlicebanD

43. Cop car - Mitski

She will never die frfr

44. Born before - MARETU

having nothing to lose anymore

45. Love love nightmare - kiichi

The finalee at last! Read lyrics cause they fit real good

46. Homunculus - Trickle, Tikaal

This has very nice lyrics. Which to me fit the whole being reborn in future life series thing. It just fits life series as a whole yayy

And that's all! I hope you're not disappointed with the Playlist or it's length ':3

[carleighalpha]

Little Wolf Pt 2

Summary: {Y/N} is taken by Peter as time isn't on his side.

Rating: M

Words: 2k

Imagine: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Warning: Canon Death. Breeding Kink ;)

{Y/N} sat in her room playing with a lock of her {H/C} hair. Derek hasn't come back since he came to tell her that he had a plan to get rid of the Alpha.  That was about 5 days ago. Stiles still hasn't told her he knows, but she will let him decide when. He was at the school formal.

" I really need to get out more." {Y/N} groaned as she picked up her car keys and went down the stairs. As she walks out the door, she feels like someone is watching her. Night had fallen about two hours ago. She grabbed a leather jacket over her {F/C} tank top and {S/F/C} shorts. while {F/C} sneakers covered her feet. The next thing that {Y/N} knew was getting hit in the face.

" What the!" She screamed as she saw those glowing red eyes.

" Hello {Y/N}. I've heard so much about you." He growled before hitting her face once again as blood spewed out of the wound. Her vision dimmed as she felt like she was getting picked up.

" What are you doing to me?" {Y/N} growled as she was put in the back of a car.

" Using you to draw out my nephew and Scott." He growled at her. This was the Alpha!

" You going to kill me like everyone else? Cause I have better things to do than be your bait!" {Y/N} yelled before she was hit in the back of the head. Darkness found itself within her mind. The pain was bad but bearable. {Y/N} awoke to being pulled out of the car. Peter carried her to a room and looked at her with a grin.

" Just great." She groaned as Peter smirked at her.

" After I kill the Argent's, I'm going to bite you and watch as you kill everyone you love." Peter said as {Y/N} saw his fangs. Her heart raced as she felt fear coming to her.

" Now stay here and don't move." He told her before running out the front door.  {Y/N} heard the growling, snarling, and pain coming from the other room before she heard glass shatter. She ran out to see Peter in his wolf state holding up Scott. She ran off the porch and hid behind a tree. {Y/N} saw Stiles and Jackson pull up with canisters. He threw one at the Alpha as it stared at Scott, who had kicked him off.

" Oh, damn!" Stiles' voice was full of fear as {Y/N} watched Scott scramble for the archery bow.

" Allison!" He screamed as he threw it to her. {Y/N} clung to the tree as the cut on her cheek bled more. She sees in horror as the Alpha is set on fire. Her screams as he trudged away grew loud before they stopped. A familiar face came to her.

" Are you alright?" Derek asked as he looked at her all over and saw her cheek.

" I'll take care of this, {Y/N/N}." He said as he pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek.

" Thank you for saving me." {Y/N} whispered as he got up and went over to his uncle.

" Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family-- what am I supposed to do?" Scott screamed out to Derek. All he could think was that his uncle killed his sister, and killed so many others, but worse kidnapped his girl. He raised up a clawed hand while Scott begged again for him to stop. It was too late as Derek had slashed Peter's neck wide open. He got up and smirked.

"  I'm the Alpha now." Derek growled as his eyes gleamed a robust red declaring himself the new Alpha. He turned his attention to {Y/N},  who got up slightly shaking. He walked over and held her.

" Thank god you are safe." He whispered into her ear as tears had welded in her eyes.

" Don't disappear on me ever again or I'll kill you." {Y/N} cried out as he held her tight.

" I promise." He said as he pulled away and then gave her a hot and steamy kiss. They pulled away as {Y/N} heard Stiles' gasp out.

" You knew!" He yelled out.

" Yup, since I was 16." She replied as he groaned.

" I wish you had told me." He said as {Y/N} shook her head. She slightly stumbled from all the adrenaline running out of her body.

" I think your sister needs to rest." Derek said as he picked up {Y/N}. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked away with her in his arms not caring that Argent had seen the two interacting.

" I missed you." {Y/N} says as Derek keeps carrying her through the woods towards her house.

" I can't let my girl get hurt now can I?" He asked with a smirk. {Y/N} smirked and kissed his cheek.

" Your girl huh?" She asked as they arrived at the house. He set her down as he saw her keys on the ground. He picked them up and gave them to her.

" If you wouldn't mind?" He asked as {Y/N} smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss that felt nuclear in her heart. She pulled away as lust filled her pupils. Derek couldn't help but want to protect her more. That kiss gave him his answer.

" Now let's get you a hot shower. I'll be joining you." She says as she takes his hand in hers. As they go inside, Derek can smell her emotions as they go into her room. Small bits of fears, but he can also smell longing, happiness, and lust. As Derek locked her door, he can hear the shower turn on. He smiles and remove his clothes. 

" Join me." {Y/N} called as he walked into the bathroom. He saw her silhouette behind the curtain and slipped inside. He missed this, bit more importantly, he missed her. As {Y/N} scrubs the Hale clean, he couldn't help but feel her smooth skin as she got every crevice. He found himself scrubbing her clean and carefully cleaned the claw mark his uncle left. As they stept out of the shower, Derek couldn't help but dry her off first before himself.

" You always know how to comfort someone." {Y/N} said with a grin as she put her hair up. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, where Derek began to kiss her slightly rough as he laid her down.

" No need to rush." {Y/N} says as Derek began to kiss her neck.

" We have all the time we need." She whispered as he slowed down. Moving his hands to the bottom hem of her top before sitting up so he could take it off. {Y/N} removed her bra as Derek laid her back on her bed and engulfed his lips around her nub and played with the other between his fingers.

" Oh fuck!" {Y/N} gasped as the sensations all over drew her nuts. Derek let go of her now swollen nub before messing with the other one as his free hand began to go to her shorts to pop the button out of its holding. 

" Gods help me." She gasped as Derek let her other nub go.

" They can't save you from the pleasure I'm sending you." He growled as his eyes gleamed with that robust red. He kissed down her stomach before getting her shorts and {F/C} panties off. He hauled for a moment as thoughts ran through his mind. He growled as her scent was driving him up a wall.

" You smell divine. Mind if I have a taste?" Derek asked as {Y/N} blushed. He's never acted like this before, like a starving animal.

" Go ahead." She grinned as he parted her legs and began to lick with such fury, it almost felt like a sin to feel so good. {Y/N} gripped his hair as he held her thighs apart so it wouldn't interfere with what he was craving. It was her, all of her. He wanted her all for himself!

" Derek! Fuck!" {Y/N}'s cries of pleasure rang in his ears like an echo as she proceeded to cum all over his tongue and he couldn't help but lap up every drop she had to offer. It was his ambrosia. Her taste was all he can think about, the drive to make her his grew ever more. 

" Just as I thought. You taste like pure heaven, {Y/N/N}." Derek growled before coming up and aligning his cock at her entrance.

" Don't make me wait." Her words gave Derek all the more encouragement.

" I want all of you." He growled before plunging deep into her greedy pussy. Her moans and screamed dying out as Derek kissed her. Swallowing every drop of her voice.

" I need to fill you full." He groaned as he settled into her heat. {Y/N} never knew this was something he wanted. He just became an Alpha. He wanted that? Of all things? With her?

" I need to see you full." His voice was heavy with his wolf. It was a primal desire coming off of him.

" I trust you." {Y/N} told him. The key words hit him like a bag of bricks. Derek proceeded to hover over her and began to restless pound into her. {Y/N} moaned out in exctasy as the rhythm, the heat, the desire hit her all at once.

" You feel so good around my cock." He growled as he dug his nails into her hips to raise them for a better angle. {Y/N} bit her lip as the heat of the friction was making her Gspot scream in exctasy.

" You feel so tight, God how!" Derek groaned in her ear as he pressed deeper. {Y/N} gasped as she could feel every vein in his shaft hitting her spot and it was pure heaven.

" I feel it!" {Y/N} cried as it was getting to much for her as Derek kept pounding inside, the heat and friction of it all was making the coil inside tighten to an almost unbearable amount of pleasure. He was edging her to oblivion.

" I'm ready." {Y/N} cried as Derek then smirked and rubbed her clit quickly. The sensation and heat made her fall over the edge as Derek growled out. He was holding her tight against him as his own orgasm found its way. They had climaxed together and as the motion of his shaft worked her, it sent her spasming. Derek growled as her wall tightened around him like a vice. It was pleasure and pain as she shook underneath him. He collapsed on her while he remained inside.

" Gods that felt ecstatic." {Y/N} gasped tiredly as Derek pulled out of her and laid next to her. She slowly crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest as she was still reeling from the past few hours.

" Did you mean what you said?" {Y/N} asked as Derek went to catch his breath. He thought for a moment and nodded.

" I did. I'm not going back on it. Meeting you in the woods. It felt right." He said as he played with a {H/C} lock of her hair. He rubbed her shoulder with reassurance. 

" Now that you are a big strong Alpha. How about you show me what you can really do." {Y/N} said with a lustful glint in her eye. Derek felt his body respond and he made good on what she asked.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

owlcat are cowards for not letting you have gay sex with the techpriest or the space wolf

I wanna know if you can bang the Drukhari. If so, how weird or sinister do you have to be to do it? How many feet of skin do you need to remove from a person before he goes "yup, this is doing it for me."?