#and stealing wood to survive same as everyone else

[comfortless]

for your consideration, dearest syl: hybrid Flemish giant rabbit!König 🐇💭

flemish giant rabbit hybrid! König x fem, coyote hybrid! reader

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. hybrids: König is (mostly) human! he just has bunny ears and a cute lil tail & the same goes for reader!, kind of dark- mentions of what is essentially cannibalism, violence, scent & breeding kink, dubious consent to everything. please heed the warnings!

hello lil wisp! sorry!! this veered off a bit from what i usually write. there is still some fluff and sweetness here if you squint real hard…

Winter is setting in.

You could feel it on your bare skin, the chill that sweeps past the trees like breath from a ghoul’s rotting throat: something dead and wretched, so cold it steals your breath and halts the blood in your veins. If you weren’t careful, staying ahead of yourself and the rest of the things lurking in the woods, that ivory death would creep up, grab you by the neck and drown you out in the snow.

With the season comes the need to feed. You don’t have the luxury of hibernation settled into the primitive roots of your brain. While everyone else tucks themselves into dens carved out from mountains or beneath the earth, settled in with the roots of vast trees, you’re still left in smothering snow, heavy as the weight of the hunger.

You were born for this, the hunt: to feel your fingernails dig into the fallen leaves and forest debris, curl in carving your name into the earth, bite and rip and tear. “Little coyote,” the birds would call, seated up on tree limbs so, so far above that the sunlight would burn your eyes if you dare to look at them, “let us watch.”

You always put on the show, always stage the fight with grace. A lost, blubbering sheep one day; the wool ‘round her ears dried your throat, her mournful bleating only died down when your teeth found her throat. The canopy above echoed your pride, they were always grateful to have something to scavenge later, whether it be finger or eye or ear; your hunger wasn’t the only that raged out here in the forest.

This winter would have to be your last alone. You could feel the way a life of roaming without pack or anything to settle with had eaten away at not just your body, but that little illusion of a soul somewhere tucked a long way down inside of you.

It would be a simple one, too— drag some creature to your den to keep your flesh warmed and your stomach full, survive this loathsome season and flourish with the spring. When the leaves returned and the lakes thawed, you could settle into some foreign pack. Flash your neck, hide your teeth and hope they wouldn’t rip you apart as you have so many others.

You think to yourself that a deer would do, some meek little doe that would bat her eyelashes and plead that you only wait the winter out with her, curling against you to keep you warm as you keep her safe until finally…

You didn’t like to think about it too much.

As much as the chase and the thrill had a hold on you, thinking about the loss of life, the ghosts that cling to your shoulders and wail, waiting for your turn to join them was far different. You couldn’t fight your nature, but you knew well enough you could never entirely swallow down the guilt that came with it, either.

There was a pain in your legs as you walked, exhaustion that would go unsatisfied until your plan had been laid out proper. It begins to feel dismal when you realize you have not seen another creature in miles, no prints, either. The only thing that brings you any companionship are the first flakes of snow, sifting down from far above, the great bone white and gray of an falsified sea.

You crouch and wait, curling your arms around your midsection as you shiver. Time passes, but you can’t be certain of just how much… mere seconds, maybe hours. The sky gives nothing away.

Now, there’s a rabbit.

You catch the scent of it on the breeze, musky and floral. Poor thing has probably only basked beneath evergreens, lived in sprawling gardens its entire life, kissed the sun and held flaking petals in its hands. So very unlike you who only knows the shade, the blood, and the hunt.

Your charge is determined, the soles of your feet torn and bloodied from angry thorns springing up from the crushed leaves on the cold soil; teeth bared as you hurtle through the brush of dying plant life. Its so close, so terribly close you can already feel the way your teeth will rend its flesh, feel saliva pooling up on the back of your tongue.

Reaching the forest’s edge you spot… him.

The rabbit is huge, stood in the midst of the deadened field with his back turned to you. The tall, decaying grass just barely brushes against the backs of his knees, low hanging fog veiling his face. If not for the puffy, fawn-colored tail situated just past the expanse of the pale, toned back, you would have assumed you were faced with some sort of bear.

This is not your usual prey.

No matter the sharpness of your claws or the ferocity of your bite, you know well enough that someone like this could never be brought down by yourself alone. It’s too risky, even as your belly aches and you itch to be back in the warmth of your den, surrounded by the pelts of the four-legged imitations and the fire roaring in its pit…

Rabbits were simple, at least. You press your face against them and cuddle, whisper sweet things in their ears and they melt, begging to be swallowed whole without any idea that you’ve only ever meant it literally.

You approach him with cautious, gentle steps, allowing your body language to remain open and friendly as you present him with the view of you bare, claws turned inward into your own palms and teeth hidden away by soft, warm lips. Your ears lie back to rest against your head, tail tucked between your thighs: all a display of utter submission, and a trickery that has worked time and time again.

“It’s getting cold..,” you murmur, voice low and as pitiful as it can get. “Will you keep me warm?”

Your rabbit cocks his head at you, one flopped ear lifting in curiosity. And he doesn’t move, doesn’t startle… The poor, stupid thing remains in place as his stare drinks you in, almost adoringly as you pad right up to him. There’s no hope of your faces being level, you merely use that to your advantage, putting on a cute pout and placing your palms flat against his bare chest.

“Ja,” he murmurs, gently coaxing your chin up to look him properly in the eye. Cute prey was easy, but never… never in your life had you found your prey to be handsome. Even with those silly ears bouncing with each cloudy puff of breath he takes, his face is still something of a myth. The old humans would have made statues in his honor from his build alone, but that face would have given him the look of a warrior of myth— brutish, yet charming with the wide grin he gives you when you meet the sea holly color of his irises. “Come here.”

He lifts you into his arms with ease and your shivering immediately ceases, he’s warm like the summer sun.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers into one of your triangular ears, causing it to involuntarily flick from the rush of his breath and press tighter to your skull.

Your intent was to take him to your own den, but as he begins to move it winds up being the opposite; there are mountains, an ice covered stream all laid out before you as he huffs more sweet words in a foreign tongue against your temple. It takes some time to understand that what you had intended to do and what he intends are entirely different. The mouth of a vast cave comes into view right as he dips his head, huffs several breaths against you, panting like a dog.

You’re only dropped when he kneels down to enter the den— his, ripe with the scent of sweat and musk and something floral. The rabbit has supplies stowed away for the winter, an array of preserved food, ample pelts likely stolen away from some other poor creature. He has weapons scattered about, stolen away from what remained of the old humans and their buildings, some sharper and more deadly than even the claws that crest the peeks of your hands. Your heart only plummets… you’re not in the presence of some stupid bunny, but a behemoth.

You begin your protests in a hiss, only to have your lips met with dried fruit, something sweet and red laid out on your tongue that tastes of sugar. He pulls you up and over his lap as he fits you both into the bed of animal skins and feeds you by gently guiding the food to your lips. The only think still spitting and crackling is a fire pit at the center as you allow yourself to somewhat settle.

The rabbit man only hums his contentment against your throat as your back presses to the expanse of chest behind you, and his hands trail away from your mouth, down further until they’re spreading your legs for him. Your pulse races as your eyes map the daggers across the floor down to the fur he’s seated you with him upon.

There’s only a hiss of breath that leaves your lips when his already leaking cock does press against the heat of your core. You don’t fuck prey— that would only spoil it, and you suppose that you are satisfied in knowing that he has no intention of harming you, only filling you with his seed, perhaps even his kits…

As his tip snags at your entrance, he purrs finding you already wet, bared open for him with his hand still steadying your thigh.

“Coyotes mate for life, hm?,” he rasps against the back of your neck, his own thigh trembling with the sheer excitement of the prospect of breeding you, tethering you to him for not only the rest of this winter.

You can hardly bite back the moan as he pushes through your folds again, nudging your bud as he spreads your arousal over the girth of him.

“Answer,” he commands in a sharp whisper, using his free hand to guide your chin up again. And you do, only in a weak nod.

He stuffs you full then, leaves you a panting heap as he repositions you onto your knees and covers you in himself. The furs smell of him, not the animals they’ve come from. Just the scent of lonely nights and a bitter, masculine stench that you whine and whimper into; all while he grunts his approval and praises about your tightness, your warmth, how you look somehow prettier now, capsized in his bed. Even has the audacity to whisper how long he’s watched you dart through the forest and waited for you to come to him as you sink your claws into hay and fur to steady yourself from the punishing pace he sets.

He only seems more fervent and adoring when he brings you to a rapturous bliss, keening whines and and tight praises pulled free from your throat as your cunt drools around him.

“You want kits?,” he purrs behind you, around you, everywhere as his voice lowers to an almost growl with each word spoken. In your trembling state, addled by sheer bliss as his cock soars into you to grind against your deepest places, you’ve barely the mind to refuse him anything. You merely mumble into the fur, something akin to a yes that has him grasping at your hips as though you’re his last tether to life itself.

When he’s finished, your stomach full of fruit and cunt full of him, he whispers into your ear about how the old humans believed in fate. His hands trail over your back, your waist, every curve only to rise and cup your cheek. His ears raise when he kisses you then, tender, as if trying to push his faith that you belong here right past your teeth.

[toysrguts]

MORE jeff hc's!!!!!!

thank u for the love on the last one i love writing these sm ^___^

•can fit like 11 cigarettes in his wide ass mouth at once

•half asian (his mom is chinese)

•his hair is really thin because it never grew back properly after being burned

•hates being wrong more than anything else on the planet. sometimes he knows hes wrong but will NEVER admit it and fight to the death over it

•bpd representation 💯💯💯

•something in my brain tells me he cant die. kind of like a johnny the homicidal maniac situation. he never gets caught and he never dies (he can still get seriously injured but he will always come back when u least expect it)

•always has to be in control of the aux in every vehicle hes in and is so obnoxious when his favorite songs come on

•also yells "I SAW THIS LIVE" every time a band he saw live comes on

•barks at random unsuspecting people through the open passenger window

•always stealing shit off his victims after killing. he has a whole ring collection because of it, and of course he steals wallets for weed money

•also steals from slenderman but you didnt hear that from me

•"saying jeff is a douchebag is like saying the sky is blue." -toby

•kind of guy that takes out his bottled up emotions on everyone around him and then hates himself for it

•wears the same gross outfit all the time. just grabs one of the 3 pairs of crusty skinny jeans from off his floor and of course the musty ass dirty ass torn apart ass hoodie

•smile dog is truly his best friend. he feels like nobody understands him like smile does. he loves taking him for walks in the woods while smoking a cigarette and having deep conversations with him (not that he actually responds but jeff knows smile can understand what hes saying)

•horror movie enthusiast, from obscure fucked up ones to super cheesy ones. he has a whole shelf dedicated to his horror movie collection

•has an addictive personality, which is partially why he has a drug and alcohol abuse problem and struggles with self harm

•rarely goes out in public because hes known to have violent outbursts. he once committed mass murder at a burger king because people were looking at him weird and EJ had to drag him out of there before the cops showed up

•HATES the light he literally duct taped over his windows so the light couldn’t get in (he forgot blackout curtains exist)

•his room smells like pennies, skunk weed, and foot stank

•is actually an incredible artist but acts like hes not. literally everyone loves his work except for him

•secretly loves cartoons. he loves taking bong rips and watching scooby-doo to escape reality :)

•has never had a healthy relationship with anyone in his life, usually just sticks to hookups

•its a miracle this man is still alive considering he survives off gas station snacks and week old sodas that have been sitting on his nightstand

•speaking of he once drank an old dr pepper after he forgot he put out a cigarette in it

•got a tramp stamp when he was blackout wasted

•writes random thoughts and draws little doodles all over his bedroom walls; it kind of looks like a mental asylum in there

•also his bed is literally just a blood stained mattress on the floor with no sheet and a singular pillow and blanket

•so fucking broke he will do anything for a hundred bucks

•writes the most foul hate comments under every post he disagrees with

•he loves video games, his favorite being postal 2 (hes OBSESSED)

[viceconnor21]

Crimson Dust (changeling form)

Okay, actually a changeling

A shape-shifting love vampire

They never meant to take any love

Doesn’t realize changelings don’t have to steal love to live.

Doesn’t realize the love he has survived on for his whole life was freely shared with him, even if the people who love him didn’t know he was a changeling. 

Only found out recently

Lived under the assumption he was a diamond dog

Hides the truth for his friends

He understands there's nothing wrong with being a changeling but worries about what his friends will say when they realize he has been lying to everyone.

Only discovered his true identity when he left Hermit Valley to travel the mountains alone for an extended period of time.

No matter how much food and water he consumed, he became weak

Finally the transformation he held for decades collapsed and revealed his true form.

Realizing the truth, he was devastated and felt like he was a fraud

Keeps his secret and is scared of his friends finding out

Acts like nothing happened after coming back to the Valley

Admin Void has always known he was a changeling and just assumed Crimson was a very private creature. No one else knows.

Crimson Dust has always lived his life as a Diamond Dog. That's all he's ever known himself to be. He knew he was adopted, and he knew he had just shown up one day, found in the woods by his parents. But his memory only goes so far. His parents had told him he was a miracle. His mother and father were a pair of pup-less diamond dogs who desperately wanted to be parents. One day in the middle of winter, they heard crying outside their den. That’s where they found a tiny, cold, and hungry pup. And the rest was history, or so he thought.

Crimson knew he had been an odd child. He was always nervous around other creatures, even other diamond dogs. Diamond dogs are known to be pack creatures. He was always a bit smaller, always a bit weaker than the other dogs, and never as aggressive. He was clumsy, always tripping over his own paws. However, he had fine motor control that rivaled even the most skillful dog. There were other things too. He didn’t have the same sensitivity the others did to the sun. He always preferred hermit stone over any other gem. He was interested in magic, and seemed to have talent regarding it. While most of his peers had cutie marks regarding strength or physical abilities, he learned early on that he was a hermit stone progridgy. Even when he left home to pursue his education, he always had someone or something that cared about him.

It was only when Crimson Dust decided he needed to get away to truly “find himself”, he found himself in ways he never bargained. He left the valley in the summer, much to the sorrow of his friends. He promised he would be back, but he had decided the mountains were calling him. The other residences of the Valley saw him off, as Crimson left to backpack by himself, alone in the treacherous mountains for months. Everything started off so well. Crimson Dust is a capable survivalist despite his posh disposition. However, a couple months into his journey of self discovery, Crimson began to feel weak. It wasn’t terribly noticeable at first, but as he continued to trek the mountains alone, Crimson became ill. He started to become pale. He would shake, become dizzy, and nauseous. His headaches became consistent. With every passing day he became weaker and weaker. No matter what medicine he took, or how much food he would eat, his health continued to deteriorate. He tried to make his way back to civilization as fast as he could but soon he was too exhausted to move any further. He tumbled and in a flash of light, his paws became hooves, and he gained moth-like wings. Of course, he had no idea what was going on. As it turned out, the diamond dog form he had been carrying for decades, finally fell. A facade he didn’t even know he was putting on crumbled. He no longer had the energy or magic to keep his form. Crimson’s world view was shattered as it was revealed he had been a changeling all along. And with that he passed out.

Not long after, Crimson was stumbled upon by a hunting party from a small village of yaks a bit further down the mountain. He was brought back to the healer of the village, where she nursed him back to health with simple medicine and freely sharing a little bit of love. When Crimson Dust woke, he was disoriented and confused. He was warm and wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. Suddenly, it all came back to him. He shot up from the blanket and stared at his reflection in the large shield hanging from the wall. It wasn’t a nightmare, and he was horrified. He realized that he must have been stealing love from his friends forever. He was guilty and mortified. How would his friends ever trust him again, after he has been lying to everyone for years. Suddenly a large grey yak came in the door. She said some things he couldn't understand. After explaining this, the yak switched languages and tried to explain things in a way Crimson would understand. Her speech was broken and incorrect in places, but Dust was just happy she wasn’t scared of him despite the yak obviously knowing what a changeling was. The two creatures did their best to communicate through the language barrier. In reality, the yak healer was well traveled, and had very little trouble understanding the changeling. The problem was she didn’t have the words to communicate back and she did her best. She listened to the distraught creature as he explained his circumstances. Understanding his fear and panic she tried to explain that he had not stolen anything, and instead the village had freely shared their love to heal him, however, a lot of what she said was lost, due to Crimson’s understanding of her language. However, Crimson Dust understood that the yak didn’t see him as a threat and he was free to stay as long as he needed to to regain his strength. Crimson stayed in the village for many more months, regaining his strength and learning to transform back into his diamond dog form. During this time, the yaks try to convince him in any way they could that he was not a monster, burden, or some kind of love vampire. He was just a creature who needed love like anything else. However, while Crimson would later blame the language barrier, his own self doubt had a large role to play in his misunderstanding of how changeling fed on love.

Finally, the day came for Crimson Dust to leave the village and travel back home to the Valley. He felt confident that he can maintain his diamond dog, nearly as well as before. He couldn’t thank his new yak friends enough for all they had done. They had treated him like family, and helped him through one of the most confusing times of this life. Crimson would miss them but he missed his family back in Hermit Valley in almost physical pain. He wanted to go back home. After one final goodbye, he promised to be back one day, and with a better understanding of their native tongue. He made his way back home. Now that he was back, he was determined to act like everything was normal, and keep everything the same. Crimson Dust is terrified from anyone to find out he’s a changeling. He will keep it hidden as long as he can. He feels like he is a fraud and his friend would be angry if they found out that they have been lied to. Of course his friends will love him no matter what form he takes. He is still Crimson Dust. The clumsy, odd, red-stone loving engineer. Crimson doesn’t realize the love he has survived on for his whole life was freely shared with him, even if the people who love him didn’t know he is a changeling. It will be up to his friends to convince him of that.

[fanfics4all]

Warming Up

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Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 475

Warnings: Just warm comfy fluff!

Prompt(s): Warming Up

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Winter on Earth was nothing like winter on The Ark. Up in space, the seasons didn’t change. It was always the same cold, metal walls and the constant hum of recycled air. But down here, snow covered everything in a thick, glittering blanket, and the air bit at any exposed skin, leaving everyone in a constant state of shivering. 

Bellamy and I were bundled up in layers, huddled in a small abandoned cabin, that was somehow still mostly intact. It was dark and cramped, but it had a fireplace and right now that was enough to make it feel like paradise. 

“You know what you’re doing with that?” I tased as I watched him try to light a fire with some wood we managed to scavenge. 

“Have some faith. I’m not gonna let us freeze out here.” He gave me a look, smirking. 

The first finally caught, the small spark flickering to life, and warmth started to spread in a tiny circle around us. Bellamy tossed a few more small logs on the flames and sat back, smacking the soot from his hands. He looked rather pleased with himself. I scooted closer, desperate for any bit of warmth. 

“Better?” He asked, scooting close enough that our knees were touching. 

“A little.” I said, rubbing my hands together and inching even closer until our shoulders touched. Bellamy wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his side. I rested my head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of smoke and the faint earthy scent of the forest that clung to his jacket. The warmth of his body seeped through our layers and I felt a bit of tension slip away as the fire crackled softly. 

“It’s almost hard to believe there’s any peace here.” He said quietly. 

“Like, there’s a whole world out here that doesn’t know anything about what we’ve been through.” I nodded, resting my head against his shoulder. 

“Sometimes, I wish we could just stay in moments like this. Where it’s just us, the quiet, and nothing else.” He shifted to look at me, his face softened by the glow of the firelight. 

“Hey…” He took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. 

“We’ll find a way to have more moments like this… not just surviving but living. Together.” There was something in his voice, a promise that was unspoken but understood. Despite everything we’ve been through, he still carried this hope that we could have something better. When he looked at me that way, with such certainty in his eyes, I couldn’t help but believe him. I leaned in and kissed him, feeling his warm soft lips against mine. The chill of the room melted away as his hands gently brushed my cheek and for a moment, it really felt like we were the only two people in the world.

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[midnightjewel]

Playing Minecraft With The Bakusquad

What it’s like to play Minecraft with the Bakusquad? (With avatars that I made myself included! :) )

A/N: Keep in mind that I’m not by any means a Minecraft expert at all! I just play for fun! (this is written with the idea of y’all playing survival)

Characters Included: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Mina, and Sero

Bakugo

Kingexplosion04

Claims to be annoyed by playing with y’all and he lowkey is, he just wants to play the right way but ofc Denki and the others don’t want to do that

No bs when he first loads in, goes straight for getting wood for a house

Probably the only one who has a house by the first night and everyone is begging to stay there

Is grumbling the whole time that y’all are in his house that night and gets annoyed by Denki’s screaming into the mic

Almost never dies due to mobs unless there is multiple on him at once

One time there was a witch poisoning him at the same time that a skeleton was shooting him, he died and let’s just say y’all learned at least three new combinations of curse words

First one to find diamonds and everyone suddenly has everything and anything to trade with him, he never trades with you guys

Always stocked on food and plenty of weapons and does not really work well with others, prefers to do things on his own

Has a small house but it’s reliable and surrounded by a cobblestone wall for extra protection

Kirishima

Kirishark69

When he spawns in he knows the basic things like getting a crafting table and regular wood weapons

Second person done with their house and absolutely the first one with a pet dog

Builds a house out of cobblestone, and Burch wood and it’s awkwardly big for a survival house but it’s okay because he lets you stay with him until yours is done

Doesn’t like killing animals so he makes Bakugo or Denki do it at first but he gets warmed up to it the more he plays (but he still hates doing it)

Doesn’t get killed by mobs too much but the god forsaken skeletons are what always get him

Quickly builds a boat and fishing poles, his favorite thing to do is go catch fish and cook them to eat

Really good at working together with you to find resources

Is a contributor to Denki’s mic screaming sometimes but only when he’s being attacked

Denki

milfhunterdenki

Is so fun to play with because he’s absolutely hilarious when it comes to commentary

Probably the last one to finish his house and it’s just the right amount of space for a survival house

Just rooms with Sero until his house it built but they don’t mind

Doesn’t mind killing animals for food and often does it for you and Kirishima if you don’t like doing it

Ends up dying by testing an enderman by looking it in the eyes to be funny but it backfires and he can’t find his stuff when he respawns and ofc he screams a lot when this happens

If you two share a house he builds it while you go out to find decorations for it it’s a happy medium

First one to get leather armor bc he just kills the animals without a care in the world

Mina

PinkyAcid22

You two have the most gorgeous garden out of your house and you both have the privilege of calling everyone else’s houses boring and plain

Just ends up spending a lot of time digging to find caves and other materials such as diamonds or gold

Often yelling at Denki to shut up when he’s screaming but is doing it in a loving and joking way while laughing at him for dying to the endermen

Very fun and successful to play with, you two more often than not are the first ones to have diamond weapons

You all often get the message “PinkyAcid22 fell from a high place” which is how she normally dies

But you two have come up with a pact to collect each others stuff if the other one can’t find it so that way Denki and Sero don’t come steal it

Sero

Stonedsero420

Very chill when playing by himself but when Denki joins the party it gets chaotic pretty quick

Often bands with Kirishima to kill spiders and make fishing poles, they like to go out in boats and fish

Mostly looks for caves to find iron and diamonds but mostly just ends up with a bunch of holes around the squads base

Often dies by either falling into the holes or by drowning

Sero likes to find and explore shipwrecks so more often than not that’s how he ends up dying and if it’s not by drowning it’s definitely by a drowned

Normally the first one to be dripped out in diamond or gold armor

Probably the first one to find a village. He loves to loot them 

Very nice and gives you or makes you all the supplies you need, you might come back to your house and notice that there’s extra food or weapons in the chest… it was him



[theolivetree123]

Voice claim: Mahiru Koizumi - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (JP)

Character Details

Age: 17

Height: 172 cm

Sexuality: Omnisexual, Demisexual

Birthday: October 31st

Nicknames: Seahorsie (by Floyd), Witch (by Sebek), mademoiselle sorcière (Rook)

Dominant hand: Right

Dorm: Diasomnia

Grade: Freshman (1st Year)

Likes: Floral perfume, black cats, lilies, scented candles

Dislikes: Octopuses, pickles, big dogs

Favorite Food: Macarons

Least Favorite Food: Calamari

Best Subject: Potiontology

Club: Equestrian Club

Hobbies: Dancing

Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: Silas (cousin), Victor (cousin), Adoptive mother and father, biological mother (dead) and father (dead)

Twisted from: Winifred Sanderson (Hocus Pocus)

Character Info

Constance is very confident and opinionated, never scared to say what's on her mind. She also gets into trouble fairly regularly due to her reckless nature and differing opinions. Unlike everyone else at NRC, Constance and her cousins do not idolize, nor like any of the Great Seven. Instead, they follow the Sanderson Sisters, seeing them as the greatest witches of all time.

Constance values her family over anything else. She will always protect her cousins first and will always stick by their sides. Constance, Silas, and Victor are together so often that they feel weird when they aren't all together. This is due to their past home lifes, where Constance was living with her sick, bed-ridden mother, Silas living with his alcoholic and abusive father, and Victor living with his overbearing mother and dismissive dad. Constance, Silas, and Victor would be kept in their rooms all the time, practicing their magic, and as such, never really learned how to socialize with kids their age. Yet, the three would find comfort in one another, sometimes sneaking out to play. As they grew older, Silas and Victor's parents abandoned them, leaving Constance's mother to take them in, but once she passed, there was no one left to care for the three cousins. As such, they became criminals, stealing food and valuables to survive. That was until Constance came up with a plan. The three would make potions and sell them to people all over Twisted Wonderland.

Three years went by, and Constance and her cousins were somewhat thriving. Their potion business boomed! Although the three had become wanted all over Twisted Wonderland, they didn't care. If making illegal potions was the way to survive, then they would gladly take their "good-ness" as a sacrifice. The three had even captured the attention of a cooky couple who ran an entire village hidden deep within the woods of Briar Valley. And as such, the couple took the three teens in as their children. But, there was a price. As payment for letting them into their secret village, Constance, Silas, and Victor had to "brand" themselves. A magic black ink had to be plastered onto their skin in a place of their choosing. This ink held the ability to make someone's magic stronger, but at the price of losing power in the place you used it. Constance decided to place it on her left hip, and as such, her left leg/hip became weaker. Though Constance lost some of her mobility, she and her siblings became stronger than ever before. They had also joined a community and finally had a new family.

Constance and her cousins always had an interest in attending a magic school, but never had the opportunity to do so, until they were taken in by the cooky couple. They immediately jumped at the opportunity to enroll their new children into NRC, unbothered by the three cousin's lack of social skills. Constance was excited, yet cautious. She had never met other kids her age besides her cousins. How would other kids her age treat her? She already had many terrible experiences with past boyfriends. Would the students at NRC treat her the same?

Although she had some bad stories, Constance's time at NRC was everything she wished for and more. She had always wished for more friends, more people who share the same magical abilities as her, and she was finally there. Even though she kept up a sparky exterior, Constance was grateful for everyone she met at NRC.

Relationships

Sebek - Both Sebek and Constance found the other to be annoying at first, but slowly became friendly rivals as they learned more about one another. Whether it was her confidence, her playfulness, or her looks, Sebek just couldn't seem to stay away from her. Constance found Sebek to be annoyingly endearing, always making fun of him to see his reaction. The two slowly seemed to enjoy each other's company, even if neither wanted to admit it.

Ace: Similarly, Ace and Constance also have a friendly rivalry. Though their relationship is mote platonic. Constance thinks of Ace as her "brother from another mother" and teases him constantly. Ace and Constance are both sort of annoying gingers, so they bond over their annoying-ness.

Deuce: Constance sees Deuce as her bestie, always being nice and enthusiastic to him to the point where Constance almost babies Deuce. Deuce appreciates Constance's support, yet he's a bit tired of her treating him like a child.

Malleus: Constance naturally treats everyone in NRC the same, no matter who they are, and that goes for Malleus, too. Even though Malleus is Constance's housewarden, she still treats him like a close friend, calling him nicknames and acting super casual around him. She is not in any way intimidated by him, and Malleus appreciates it, matching Constance's energy by cracking jokes with her.

Silas and Victor: As Constance's cousins, she obviously loves them dearly. Yet, as the youngest, Constance gets babied sometimes by Silas and Victor. Silas especially is very protective over Constance, not wanting Sebek to hurt her like her last exes did. Victor, on the other hand, is a bit more flexible, totally fine with Constance and Sebeks' relationship. Well, as long as Sebek keeps his hands to himself.

Random Facts

"Sanderson" is not Constance, Silas, or Victor's real last name. They just use it to sound important.

Constance covers her right eye because she doesn't actually have one. One of her many exes hit her with a glass bottle, greatly injuring her right eye. Her eye is the only thing Constance considers to be "ugly" about herself.

Even though Constance is Omnisexual, she has never had a female partner.

Constance is scared of octopuses. This is partially because of her trypophobia

Constance, Silas, and Victor don't know how to swim.

Constance has PTSD

Character References

[aito-mation]

over the hedge (2006) could very easily have been another middling 00's cg disaster w an all-star cast, forgettable and kinda phoned-in like open season or happily n'ever after (which came out the same year) but i think its actually a thoughtful adaptation w a lot of really good qualities. its about deprivation and want, found family and stepping on others to get ahead, and (sub)urbanization encroaching on nature, and it has an emotional core n im deadass !!

its based on a newspaper comic that centers on rj the raccoon and verne the box turtle, who live in the woods behind a ritzy suburb and menace n befriend its inhabitants. the comic is usu 4-5 panels per comic, and story arcs can stretch across multiple comics. there r a lot of characters that come and go, both human and animal, tho the core group usually stays at three characters-rj, verne, and someone else relevant to the current arc. so it couldve been questionable to extend that core group of characters from three to eleven (11!) in the movie, but i think it really works out. they position rj as the main character, and the other characters have an existing connection with verne, so act as an extension of him and his character arc. hammy is based on a character from the comics, but altered a bit, and stella, penny lou and the kids, and ozzie and heather are all original for the movie. and they all get equal time with rj, at no point in the movie do u forget about any of them-the exact opposite actually, we learn things abt them every time theyre on screen. its a really great use of screen time and dialogue.

and the character arcs! in the comics, verne is the more philosophical, searching one, and hes more often than not the loser at the end of things, often the butt of jokes, contrasting rj, who is more cynical, an indulgent slacker who only puts effort into slacking, often making the aforementioned jokes. they have a charming and humorous relationship, tho it is very much established. the movie however, reads as a sort of prequel to that relationship-rj and verne meet for the first time abt 15 mins in. it also makes some changes to their characters-verne is the cautious, tactless psuedo-patriarch of a cross-species family while rj is a lonely starving scavenger who has to scheme for the things he needs. the inciting incident, a broken vending machine convincing rj to steal food from a hibernating bear acquaintance of his, which is then all destroyed, leading to him making a deal with the bear to get it all back in just one week, could lead u to believe his motivation is greed-hes a little raccoon, and he didnt need to take all that food. but the rest of the movie reveals his motivation is longing, and loneliness.

the opening credits are layered over a sequence of rj scrounging in the garbage for something to eat. when he meets verne and his family of foragers, they r frightened by a new hedge in their forest, which surrounds a new 54-acre housing development, and wondering how theyre going to find enough food to hibernate the following year. rj sees this as an opportunity to trick them into helping him collect the food he needs for the bear from the suburb. their first disastrous encounter with a human initially throws a wrench in that, prompting rj to lie about losing his own family to gain sympathy and trust from them. but over time, he begins to actually care for them-he's shown playing video games with the baby porcupines, listening to music with heather, encouraging ozzie in his acting, even checking up on hammy when one of rj's plans gets him hurt; in their final heist, he changes the way everyone sees stella, showing her that she's more than just her smell. but the very real danger of being eaten by a bear remains rj's motivation until the final act, and we r shown up to that point that rj does not think he can get anything simply by asking.

which is a great contrast to verne, whose initial motivation is altruistic-he's worried abt the safety and survival of his family, whom he's responsible for. they already had barely enough to survive, and now almost the entire forest is gone around them. verne feels threatened by rj's charisma and seeming capability, and intimidated by the unknown world of the suburb, which turns into jealousy, as the rest of the family warms up to rj and his ideas and change. in an attempt to get things back to normal after a pest exterminator comes to their suburb, verne inadvertently destroys all the food his family had collected earlier in a sick montage, leading to an argument where verne says some insulting and hurtful things. sort of expelled from the family, feeling chastised, verne reflects on his feelings and behavior, and comes to rj to apologize. at the same time, rj is realizing that he's kinda fucked-he doesn't have the food he needs, and he's torn apart a family in the process. he's about to come clean and tell verne the truth, when, in a parallel of the beginning of the movie, he sees the opportunity to have everything he wants-the food and the family. so they put together one final plan, to get everything in one night, and it works, until it doesnt, and the truth comes out and rj abandons them, allowing verne and his family to be caged by the exterminator while he takes the food to give to vincent (the bear). but faced with the reality of that decision, watching the family he always wanted be carted away to be killed, rj changes his mind, taking the food from vincent's hands to go back and save his friends.

their reunion is intense and funny and immensely satisfying. you're glad rj made the right decision, that verne apologized and was forgiven, and the mad-dash escape from vincent and the exterminator culminates in an impossible plan that works out bc its an anthro kids movie, of course it would have a happy ending. after the antagonists r defeated, there's a scene where verne formally invites rj into their family, and tells him that if he'd been honest with them, told them he needed the food to pay back an angry bear, they would've helped him. bc that's what families do. and rj says "i've never had anything like that," correcting his lie from earlier. and the but ive always wanted it goes unsaid, bc he has it now, and he knows that.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Personal Headcanon About Vanyar

My headcanon for Vanyar is they were the smallest group in Cuivienen not just because of their initial number being small but also because Morgoth was specifically targeting them

We know in canon Morgoth

Liked to steal shiny things

Had bad feelings around Turgon

Guess who was the only elf group that eventually fucked Morgoth up in Canon?

So Morgoth just had this BAD feeling seeing elves with blonde hair

And decided “okay I am going to kill them and make their babies into orcs”

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The blonde elves in Cuivienen kept going missing

Other elves went missing as well but not at the same rate; a lot of them were stay in company with elves with blonde hair

So quickly everyone just realized for some reason, those blonde ones have DANGER following their steps

Everyone started to avoid the blonde ones

They did made some natural hair dye and tried to cover their hair… It helped but never enough. (It’s not like Morgoth’s servants solely relied on visual sensation.)

Then people started to get attacked by these strange things in the forest, that looked like elves but OFF

And they had blonde hair

Okay that definitely made those blonde ones look extra suspicious. They’re already avoided by everyone else and who knew what they were doing out there in secret

(Morgoth was GOOD at causing distrust and splitting up people)

(Meanwhile many blonde elves were panicking “that thing eating elves in the forest looked like my lost brother/sister”)

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Minyar formed their community because their hair color made them a target and everyone was avoiding them due to safety concerns. They had to stick together to have a better chance at survival

It was extra-awful to live in Cuivienen as a Minyar

They had more developed social support system and often did everything in groups

Raised their children as a community, figured out adoption very early (too many children lost their parents & too many parents lost their children)

Had little social stigma against divorce & remarriage (you didn’t know when you’ll be taken by the things in the woods, life was short) (sometimes a spouse just disappeared and never return)

Vanyar elves in Valinor still had songs and tales about kin lost to the darkness in the wood

They had some heavy collective trauma about Cuivienen, and loved the place a lot less

(Also the reason that none of them got moved by Feanor’s speech about glory & wonder in the old land. Hard to be stirred up by those words when you grew up with parents still mourning their lost family.)

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Minyar were very suspicious of Orome. I suspect Morgoth fashioned his riders after Orome and his Maiar as a mockery. To elves, Orome just looked too much like those horrible things that took their children.

Ingwe was made king after his travel to Aman partially because of his brave act to risk himself to trust this thing specking of a blessed land.

Ingwe in Aman: OMG everything is so beautiful so peaceful I don't even want to go back I must bring everyone here

Also learning that the Valar beat up Morgoth and freed their captured kin helped a lot (He lost family members and had children he took care of missing)

(I always read Ingwe's "never returned or set eyes upon Middle-earth again" as a result of some extreme trauma. Like, something so bad happened that he did not even want to think about this place he used to live.)

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Minyar were the most eager to go to Aman because they never formed enough attachment to Cuivienen. It was not a homeland; it was just a place they dwelled, where they kept getting snatched up and lost in darkness one by one.

They were also, being the group that was targeted specifically by Morgoth, a lot more grateful to Ainur. These were the ones who warred against the horrible things for them. Then these strange beings further invited them to their home and shared the bless with them. They did not have to do either of those acts and they did it out of kindness anyway.

There was just more trust and good wills between Ainur and Vanyar.

After Morgoth's release they just really did not trust them because they remembered everything he did. And not all of their lost kin had yet been found. They had all the reason to not trust Morgoth and they held grudge.

Then the Trees happened

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I think the Darkening of Valinor was extra traumatic to Vanyar elves.

They knew all the horrible things happened to their kin in darkness. Some of them even experienced those stuff. They went to blessed land and thought they were safe, and started to slowly heal. Then suddenly the Light was gone.

And their first reaction was to gather all their children, find Ainur and stay with them, hoping to get some protection.

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We don't know what was happening back in Aman in first age.

My headcanon is after the Darkening of Valinor the Vanyar just started all these military training because they realized they could not always rely on the Ainur for protection. It was not in the "distrusting Valar" way, just in the "they are not all powerful and we should help them too" way.

And they were not the Noldor type that challenge Devil to suicidal one-on-one combat. They collaborated with each other and worked as a group. They were a lot more organized and they focused on surviving.

But it was not like they were not ANGRY! War of Wrath got its name for a reason.

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Anyway I just want "Morgoth having funny feelings around blonde elves, and decided to destroy them, but his action actually unionized them and gave them all the motivations to fuck him up in the end"

[punks-never-die205]

Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Summary: A Killer x Reader fan fic set in the One Piece universe, may still diverge from canon events. Starts prior to the time skip.

I don't have much to say, I wanted to write a story where the reader smooches Killer, so I did. It kind of ran away from me after that but I'm having fun with it =D

Available on Ao3 and Wattpad

Chapter 0: Life's a Beach

You tried to muffle the sound of your own breathing. The slim turn of moon in the sky was the only real light, since you'd left town some hours ago. You had been trying to shake Jabra, a terribly persistent member of CP9, with limited results. He wasn't as bad as Lucci, but that terror had been on a long-term undercover mission as far as you were aware. You hadn't seen him or Kaku for a few years now.

Being an orphan with a knack for fighting, you had spent some years being trained and raised by the World Government to eventually become a part of CP9. While most everyone else had leaned into it, there was something about the whole thing that never sat well with you. You gave the bloody nightmare the slip when you were 16, and you'd survived well enough in the years since. You had honestly lasted on your own for seven years longer than you had expected.

You couldn't hear anything around you aside from the sounds of nature, and crept along slowly in the dark of the night. You were picking your way through the underbrush for an hour before you heard the ocean. You let out a small sigh of relief; Jabra were a devil fruit user, and you could lose him completely in the water.

What you saw when you got to the shoreline wasn't empty ocean, but a big mean looking ship that had been anchored into the cove. You didn't need to see much to know it was a pirate ship. There wasn't any other reason to dock at the cove when the island's busiest pier was just a little ways further by boat.

Given that the front sail had a massive flaming skull on it, you figured the pirates associated with the ship were of some renown. You don't go showing off your jolly roger like that without having the balls to back it up.

You pondered your options quickly; you could stow aboard a pirate ship you knew nothing about, steal a rowboat from the same pirate ship, swim around it, or move on to a safer stretch of beach and risk being caught by Jabra.

There was a noise in the woods behind you, and you caught the not-as-distant-as-you-wanted voice of Jabra swearing. Your options were limited, and if you hit the water now, Jabra was going to hear you. Fortunately, you were good enough at geppo to get from the shore to the ship. You couldn't sustain it over long distances, but you just needed to clear a few dozen yards and that was easy enough.

You landed on the deck of the ship and peeked back toward the shore from behind the cover of the solid railing that bordered most of the deck. You focused everything you had into watching the beach, but even after several long minutes had come and gone, you hadn't heard or seen anything further from Jabra.

You put your back to the railing and looked around the ship. It was quiet, a few crew members seemed to be sleeping further away from you, and if anyone had noticed you there hadn't yet been a commotion. You tucked your long hair into the cap you were wearing and spent a moment to make sure you weren't going to bump into any surprises.

You could go high to the crow's nest, but that seemed like a great spot to run into someone. There were several levels up from the deck, and if you could slip to the side of the ship that was the not-shore-side, then you could geppo your way up to the top of those cabin levels and hopefully stay out of the way. You considered going below deck, but if you were seen you wanted to be able to beat a hasty retreat.

Pirates were preferred over CP9 agents, but you weren't so naïve as to think pirates were all reasonable people either. You crept low, continuing to use the railing as cover, and made your way to the stern of the ship, and shifted your way to the ocean-side things. With a full ship between you and the shore you felt a lot safer. If you were seen you could just throw yourself into the ocean, and the pirates would create all the noisy cover you'd need to give Jabra the slip.

Kicking off the air again you geppo'd your way up to the "roof" of this part of the ship and knelt low. Your senses were on high alert, half expecting the lookout from the crow's nest to have noticed you by now. If he missed you slipping onto the deck though, you might be home free. If you don't see anyone get on your ship, you're not going to pay attention to movement on your ship. It was a logical, but in this case, foolish way of thinking.

There wasn't a lot of moonlight either. Visibility for the best of people was limited in these conditions. After you had gotten comfortable in your new spot, you saw light spill onto the deck as someone with a lantern started walking around. Whether he was doing a security check or a bed check wasn't your concern. You kept the light in your peripherals and looked back to the shoreline.

You nearly hissed at the silhouette of Jabra darting around the tree line. He'd almost be mistaken for a wolf, if you didn't know that such beasts didn't exist on this island. You flattened yourself in your spot and resigned yourself to stowing away aboard a pirate ship. If you could stay out of sight for the voyage to a new island, then that would be best.

And if you got caught – well, you'd have to worry about that problem later.

You'd been dodging Jabra for four days. You'd barely had enough to eat and drink and your sleep was lacking. You tried to keep your eyes open, but sleep overtook you as you realized you weren't going to be arrested by CP9 tonight. The relief settled too deeply into your bones, and you should've known better.

[emma-nation]

The Curse Of Hackett's Quarry

Chapter 2 - The Hermit

Summary: After the events of a traumatic night, Emma Mountebank finds out she still a werewolf. While she learns how to deal with this new reality, new problems and feelings come to surface. Pairings: Emma/Abi, Emma/f!OC

Notes: Thanks for the comments and likes. It means a lot to me as it's the first fic I'm writing after a long break. I hope you enjoy what I've been planning for the next chapters! :)

Full Story:

The Hermit card generally indicates a period of soul-searching, introspection and solitude. A period of isolation attempting to heal from a difficult situation. 

The morning after her first transformation, Emma had a hard time cleaning herself before heading back to her dorm in college. She was so exhausted and sick that she missed classes for the next two days.

The second transformation by the end of October wasn't any easier, but she was more prepared this time. She knew what to expect and had enough time to improve the safety measures.

The third transformation was a little less painful. Emma started working out regularly, increasing it significantly by the week of the transformation. She wanted to run a few tests and it worked. The impact of the shifting was more bearable when her body was in a better shape. 

The last full moon of 2021 was the most terrible of all, considering Emma got very sick after waking up in the woods with her clothes torn off, during a cold Winter morning. 

She had never escaped from her restraints, so far. And with her mother being a dentist surgeon, she had no trouble stealing sedatives to keep the creature drowsy. Her priority at the moment was to find somewhere safe and warm where she could transform without any risks to herself or to other people. 

In her old bedroom, at her parents' house, she felt comfortable recording a video again. Not to post online or to show anyone. But she had to vent about everything that was going on.

"People are finally starting to forget about that fucking incident at that cursed Summer Camp. My respects to Mr. H and his family - I hope they found peace, but…" It was sincere. Emma liked Chris and his kids. She lamented their Summer ended in such a tragedy. She didn't know the rest of the family, but the other counselors, who had closer encounters with them, were scared. They seemed kinda dangerous. "I haven't. I'm not allowed to move on. That night will never end, at least for me."

At least the journalists stopped trying to contact Emma or her parents again. The negative comments about her around the internet decreased too. After an episode of the 'Bizarre Yet Bonafide' podcast about Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, more people started to believe their innocence.

"Everyone else is moving on with their lives - Abi is going to Art School, Kaitlyn is traveling the world, Ryan has started his own podcast, Nick is taking a sabbatical year, Dylan is studying quantum physics and Jacob… well, fuck Jacob. I blocked him everywhere. The thing is, I wish I could do the same. But instead I'm… surviving. I'm learning to adapt to this new fucked up reality."

She hadn't told any of the other counselors she was still infected. No one had called her in months. Yet, she'd check their socials on a daily basis, searching for signs any of them could be struggling with the same issue. Which wasn't happening, after all she was the only one who was bitten by Silas Vorez. 

"And the question remains… if Silas is dead, why am I still infected?"

January 2022

There was a reminder flashing on Emma's cell phone screen. Full Moon. That was the reason why she had spent the whole morning working out hard. Now, she was starving and ready to devour as much food as she could. Her appetite had increased significantly that one time. 

"Hey, Abi," Emma attempted to call her best friend again while she followed to the campus restaurant. "How have you been? I… I'd love to hear from you. I can't wait to hear everything about Art School. Call me."

"Hello, Red Hood," she heard a familiar voice right behind her. Penelope Dalton. One of the popular girls who wouldn't leave Emma alone. "Who's Abi?"

She ignored the question. Back in High School, she used to be one of the popular girls too and she knew exactly how annoying and cruel they could be.

"Maybe she hasn't called yet because she was taken by the Big Bad Wolf," added Christina, one of Penelope's friends, raising giggles from the rest of their cliqué.

"Or maybe," Penelope continued, "she's a decent person who stood up by her friend, Jacob. After all, we know who caused that bloody fight in the camp, after a Truth or Dare game."

The incoming transformation always triggered Emma's worst moods. The mention of Jacob's name still ignited something inside her, feelings she was trying to bury. She automatically felt her skin burning, as well as the adrenaline pumping in her veins.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Emma attempted to close her eyes and take a deep breath, fighting the urge to go feral and teach that girl a lesson. 

"Or what? Are you going to kill me and cry wolf ?"

Her attempt to be funny raised laughs. People were starting to reunite around them to watch the fight. 

Less than one second later, Emma's fist hit Penelope right in the eye. It'd certainly leave a nasty bruise.

"Your psychotic bitch! Look what you've done!"

Penelope advanced in her direction, pinning her to the ground, where she started pulling her hair. Emma's reflexes were increased due to her incoming transformation. Although Penelope was taller, soon Emma managed to switch positions and get on top of the girl, slapping her face hard.

It didn't take long for the campus security to arrive. In the end, Penelope only signed an incident report and Emma was punished with a disciplinary suspension. She was also warned about her recurring absences. 

During High School, Emma spent all those four years dreaming of college. Now, she didn't know if she wanted to be there anymore. She still could pursue her acting career without that.

After that Full Moon, she decided she wanted a break to find herself again. She decided to quit college and find herself a job. 

It wasn't an easy task. Not because she wasn't skilled, but whenever people ran a background check, she'd get rejected. People were still afraid of the negative attention her presence could bring.

That small diner in the heart of New York City was her last resort. 

"Name?" The owner, Addison Davies, asked while taking notes on a paper.

"Emma," she told, making a pause before adding her last name. "Mountebank."

The woman didn't seem to be paying too much attention, what gave her some hope. Maybe she wouldn't research her criminal records after all. 

"Do you have any experience as a waitress, Emma?"

"No, but I'm a quick learner. I'm also an aspiring actress, which means I have a lot of charisma dealing with people."

She was about to speak about her experience as counselor, where all the kids adored her. But she stopped herself. 

"An aspiring actress?"

"Yes. I signed up for a few auditions but while I don't have anything in sight, I need another source of income."

"When can you start?"

"Right now?" Emma furrowed her brows, already expecting another rejection.

It didn't happen. Either that woman didn't read the news or she really didn't care. 

"Great, come with me and I'll show you what to do."

Addison was very satisfied to see how good she was doing and how quick she learned. She never asked any questions about Emma's past. She even agreed to give her an extra day off, during one specific day of the month. 

Getting a new place to live was Emma's next goal. Her parents weren't happy when she dropped out of college. Living under the same roof was becoming impossible. They argued most part of the time. For many years, Emma did everything to please her parents and fulfill their expectations, but right now, she had other priorities in mind.  

During her free time at the diner, she'd check the newspaper for announcements.

"Looking for a place to live?" Jenna was Emma's co-worker. She treated her well since the first day, giving her some useful tips. They were becoming good friends. 

"Yes, do you happen to know any?"

"One of my roommates just moved out after graduating. Ben and I could really use somebody else to help with rent."

Benjamin also worked on the diner. He was more quiet and introspective, but very friendly. 

"Do you mind if I check it tonight?"

They lived in a studio apartment. The bedroom was large and comfortable, but what caught Emma's attention the most was the basement she noticed once she entered the building. According to Jenna, it was always locked and never used by anyone. That could be the solution to all of her problems. During the Full Moon nights, she could just lock herself in there.

"Do you think the landlord would rent it for me?"

"I don't know, you could speak to him but… why?"

"I… uh… I could use some space to record my videos and rehearse for my auditions, you know?"

Jenna didn't ask any further questions. Emma spoke to the landlord in the same week she moved to the studio. After selling her car, she paid him some cash to have exclusive access to the basement. As well as the permission to make a few adjustments.

Emma had everything prepared for the next Full Moon. Metal chains to restrain her body were installed in the basement. She didn't want the risk of an accident, in case somebody ever decided to open that door to investigate possible noises. There was also a small bathroom in there that she could use to clean herself when she became human again.

"What kind of videos are you recording down here?" Ben was in the basement, holding one of the chains attached to the walls. Wondering if she had forgotten to lock the door, Emma almost dropped the supplies she was carrying downstairs - snacks, water and fresh clothes.

"Horror. I'm really into horror movies and… I've been doing some auditions for a role in the genre."

"Every once in a month?"

She let out a breath. It was obvious they'd notice someday, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Huh?" In that moment, Emma prayed she was really a good actress. She forced a confused expression. "What are you talking about? I come here everyday. When you're still at the diner."

"You were in a terrible mood earlier today," Ben crossed his arms, staring at her with a suspicious look on his face. "And you're the most cheerful and energetic person I've ever met."

"Have you ever heard of PMS?"

Benjamin let out a small laugh, before adding:

"You lost control of your strength and accidentally smashed a glass in your hand this morning."

"I'm a little clumsy sometimes," Emma lied again. 

"You made a deal with our boss that you couldn't take night shifts on one specific day of the month and the following morning," she never assumed they'd notice that one detail. "Each one of these nights have Full Moons."

She raised her hands defeated. Ben didn't look scared or even upset. He didn't even show any surprise.

"Don't tell anyone. Please? I'll find another place to live. I just need some time."

"I can help you, Em."

"What?! Why?! Are you out of your mind? I have no control of myself. I'll kill you."

Benjamin sat on a chair and asked Emma to sit too, in front of him.

"West Virginia. My uncle. One night he was hunting in the woods, when he got bitten," he started telling. "At first we assumed it was an animal, but… after that he'd transform every Full Moon. We had to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from slaughtering people."

"And…" Emma stared into his eyes. "Is he cured now? Did you find a way to break the curse?"

"He went missing," Ben answered after a mournful pause. "Dead. Most likely. The neighbors started noticing something was off."

Emma swallowed dry. If she wasn't careful enough, that could be her fate too.

"Do you think anybody else noticed something is wrong about me?"

"No, I only noticed because I became familiar with the signs. But you should tell Jenna. She's at nursing school, she could help you with the tranquilizers."

And like that, her roommates became her 'Wolf Pack', as Emma liked to call them. They didn't mind covering her shifts or staying awake monitoring her werewolf form through the cameras they installed in the basement. A shotgun with silver shells was always prepared in case the worse scenario happened. 

The mornings after her transformation were the worst. Emma would feel exhausted and sore. She'd spend hours under the shower, where she'd let her emotions flow. No one had seen her crying yet. All the time, she acted tough and confident. No one could tell there was something so traumatic going on in her life. But in the loneliness of the early hours of those mornings, she felt like a scared lonely child.

April, 2022

After months of agony and misery, everything seemed to be falling in place, but Emma still couldn't feel like herself. She'd still attempt to record videos as she used to do in the past. But it wasn't the same. Her venting always came back to the same subject. She couldn't even post that online - people would assume she had definitely lost her sanity. But at least it was a good kind of therapy.

Ben and Jenna were helping her with an extensive research, but she couldn't find any clues that lead to an explanation of why she was still infected.

"Ugh," she placed her laptop away from her. "Not even the detective I hired could find any information about Eliza and Silas Vorez. It's like they never existed."

"They were probably using fake names," Ben suggested. "The woman kept the guy caged like an animal. That's certainly illegal."

"We should try a psychic someday," Jenna said. "Do you think they'd know anything about werewolves?"

"I doubt it."

"The Deep Web?"

"Oh, no. Ben taught me how to access it and I found some very… disturbing stuff there."

"I warned you about the werewolf kink," Ben said, letting out a laugh.

"Please, don't say it again," Emma made a disgusted face. "I wish I could unsee it."

"Anyways, it's your birthday tonight and we should definitely go out to celebrate."

It was the first time Emma wasn't excited for her birthday. All the previous years she'd throw wild parties and crowd her house with friends. Now, she barely left the apartment. She was either working at the diner, researching werewolves and once in a while, she'd sign up for auditions. So far, her only work as an actress was a small internet ad she did to promote Addison's diner.

"Happy birthday to me," Emma spoke to her cell phone's camera later, when she was lying in bed. "I turned nineteen today. Yay!"

"It was different from my other birthdays. I didn't get so many messages or gifts. No wild parties either. No, crazy parties actually. I don't like the word 'wild' anymore, now it reminds me of…"

She didn't finish. It was always hard to say it aloud. Even to herself. 

"I went out with Ben and Jenna to try to forget about… that thing . Sometimes I can allow myself to act like a normal girl and have some fun. I met some people during our night outs. Guys and girls too. But dating is not an option right now."

"I mean… how am I supposed to even squeeze a relationship among all this crazy shit that has been happening to me? I know some freaks have a werewolf kink but I bet they'd run away the second I burst into that bloody mess of a monster."

"There's one person though… nevermind."

She turned off the camera. The person she had in mind hadn't even called her yet. Not even to wish her a happy birthday. 

June, 2022

It was the beginning of another Summer. Almost one year had passed since that last night at Summer Camp. Emma was on her lunch break when got a call from an unknown number. Her heart skipped a beat - she was expecting a call about an audition she had done a few days later. But she never imagined the voice on the other side of the line would ruin that little balance she was attempting to keep in her inner world.

"Emma? It's me, Abi."

"A-Abi?" The corners of her mouth curled up in a smile. "It's… uh… it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"I'm home from college and I was wondering if you'd like to hangout."

[taiturner]

top 5 young taissa scenes

this is an evil ask because i can barely pick 5 favorite taissa moments per episode, but i'm going to be brave and inevitably be mad at what i didn't mention later. this is more of a "5 of my favorite moments that come to mind first" list, if you will:

1x07, the taissa scene of all time, the perfect set up to her entire arc (there's a reason part of this quote is my blog title): "what? what are you just saying? that the fucking woods don't want us to leave? do you know how insane that sounds? the woods don't give a shit! and all of this nonsense with lottie's dreams and omens and whatever the fuck that is... we can survive without a compass. we'll use the sun to travel south, and we can place cairn stones or something under trees. there is a solution for everything. an explanation for everything." taissa i love you so bad

2x05, her talk with akilah, another crucial point in her arc that changes everything for her. she can't hear / isn't willing to hear van when van tells her about her connection to the wilderness, but akilah puts it into words that taissa can understand. and akilah is regularly intuitive with taissa and understanding not just what she needs to hear, but how she needs to hear it. (this goes for their talk in 2x03, also. same idea. she comes to terms with what they did to jackie because akilah put it into words she needed to hear).

i'm counting all these moments into one, but basically everything to do with the bone necklace. her basically calling it dumb to van in 1x07, then later her unconscious self stealing it from van to protect herself while van inevitably gets attacked, then in 1x10 when van confronts her about how she's been feeling and makes a show of her having taken the necklace back (and frankly, their entire fight there, it really gets me going and the way we see adult van stand up for herself later on is so satisfying after this episode), and then ultimately in 2x06 when she is actively + consciously using it on the hope that it might help shauna.

cutting her hair in 1x07, it's such an important scene and defining moment for her identity, plus the song that plays really makes it better. i know there are people who wish that someone else cut her hair but i'm personally glad we have this moment for her to herself because it was really crucial to her before the journey she was about to embark on.

the ending of 1x05, when she insists on going to the attic to sleep. she's just as terrified as everyone else but she's so determined to prove a point that she's willingly putting herself in a position of terror just to stand by it. shauna joining her is included in this <3

bonus answer, but 1x01, defending herself at the pre-crash party. by "defending herself" i mean literally not defending herself at all and spending all her time pushing blame and criticism on everyone else because she is also afraid that they're all correct. i could (and have) talk about The Allie Thing for forever.

basically any paired scene of taissa making her stance clear + inevitably contradicting herself, usually to herself. also every shaunatai scene ever. the abortion scene, the way she supported her throughout 2x06, their whole fights in 2x02 + 2x05, telling only her about her sleepwalking and being completely vulnerable in that scene despite being uncomfortable with it herself. every single scene is so important to me... thank you

[furiousofpanda]

Another unnamed concept for an oc time except for its a basis for a creepypasta that I'm never going to make cause I don't have the time or effort to try and make it real

So I used to go hiking a lot, and even now I fucking love just running around in the woods UH BUT ANYWAYS thus is very inspired from a mountain I climbed with my family called Tiger Mountain. Despite its name its no actually that difficult and is a very beginner friendly trail last I remember. I don't remember If camping or hiking during the night was allowed but for my story I'm assuming they arent.

The concept is that there are masked figures in the woods near dusk. They scare visitors from staying overnight in the woods but also save lost individuals just so nobody ends up sleeping in the woods on tiger mountain.

They say if you sleep overnight there you are giving your soul to the mountain, and you will become one with it over time. This basis is important to understand the several characters I have in mind. All it takes in this scenario is someone to go unconscious and their soul belongs to tiger mountain. You'll know it's taken because a mask will appear. The masks are animal masks of animals that can survive in the forest but also metaphorically represent the individuals strengths and weaknesses. Over time (after 10-20 years) the person, even if they reside in the forest or have moved far away, will turn into that creature. The more damaged the mask is the less time you have, and trying to throw away the mask? It'll just re-appear in your line of sight the moment you take eyes off of it unless it's on you/your holding it.

Now to the actual characters. All of them are victims, none of them chose this but do what they can to make sure nobody ever sleeps in the forest.

I'll refer to each character by their mask as none of them I've come up with names yet.

Rabbit - Quick on feet, impatient, not very talkative, can fight but rathers to flee, tripped and got knocked unconscious by a rock, woke up head bleeding and a mask next to them. Trans FTM, learns about the curse and become friends with Turtle, witnesses turtle turn into a turtle, freaks out, tries to figure out how to reverse the curse but ends up being unsuccessful and runs out of time. He moved into a home nearby tiger mountain before becoming part of the mess to escape a transphobic environment. 26

Fatima (i think i spelt her name wrong but this is Turtle) - thinks before speaking, calm and collected, accepted her fate and has made a secret garden not only for the masked members who live in the woods bit also so that once she turns she has food for a long while. Got ditched by her abusive family in the mountain (they left her behind and never went to find her ever). 19

Ferret - a bit of a Comedian, fast on foot but clumsy, impulsive, ran away from home and doesn't want to return (abusive family), actually willing to kill people if it comes to getting them out of the forrest, needs therapy (he's not okay), 17

Mouse - Mother abandoned them in the forest because she wasn't ready to be a mother/ plus some dark shit im not going to drop on yall yet /. Mouse is curious and doesn't understand right from wrong, still learning who they are, 3 years old.

Woodpecker - crafty, always making things, good at math. worked low end jobs and has a passion for construction, fell asleep on accident while on break while making direction signs that he was hired to put up on the trail. Kinda just doesn't mind living in the forest because he doesn't have to pay taxes and gets to build houses and random things. 42

Coyote - loud, actual asshole, probably storywise turns first. He is pushy, likes to steal or cause harm on purpose, throws away his Mask or damages it every chance he can because "its stupid", gets into fights with others oftenly, everyone hate him but he has nowhere to go. Literally no remorse and triggers/sets off everyone's family issues whenever he exists in the same room as anyone else. 16

There's more but it's 2:30 am my ass needs sleep, I'll write more if I remember to

[richincolor]

[The three images are all the same and are the cover of the book Highely Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert. The background is pink and the author’s name is at the top. The title is in white for the first few words then in hot pink cursive for the last two words. There are tall evergreen trees in the background on the left. A smiling young Black man and woman carrying backpacks are walking closely on the right side of the cover. The young woman has an alien face on her t-shirt.]

Group Discussion: Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute

We started off the year with a really fun book for our group discussion. HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS AND UNFAIRLY CUTE by Talia Hibbert brought many smiles to our faces. If you've read along, please share your thoughts. If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, we didn't reveal any major plot twists, but you may want to skip this post until you read do get to finish reading.

Publisher's summary: Bradley Graeme is pretty much perfect. He’s a star football player, manages his OCD well (enough), and comes out on top in all his classes . . . except the ones he shares with his ex-best friend, Celine.

Celine Bangura is conspiracy-theory-obsessed. Social media followers eat up her takes on everything from UFOs to holiday overconsumption—yet, she’s still not cool enough for the popular kids’ table. Which is why Brad abandoned her for the in-crowd years ago. (At least, that’s how Celine sees it.)

These days, there’s nothing between them other than petty insults and academic rivalry. So when Celine signs up for a survival course in the woods, she’s surprised to find Brad right beside her.

Forced to work as a team for the chance to win a grand prize, these two teens must trudge through not just mud and dirt but their messy past. And as this adventure brings them closer together, they begin to remember the good bits of their history. But has too much time passed . . . or just enough to spark a whole new kind of relationship?

Crystal: I don’t know about you all, but I have read quite a few of Talia Hibbert’s adult romances and have really enjoyed them so I was very excited to see that she was trying out writing for young adults. There were probably hearts dancing above my head when I saw her name on the cover image. Speaking of the cover, what are your thoughts about the use of illustration and the colors?

Jessica: One of my absolute favorite romance books is ACT YOUR AGE, EVE BROWN, so I was very, very, very much looking forward to reading HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS AND UNFAIRLY CUTE– so yes, same, Crystal. I loved how bold and colorful the cover was! I know there’s some mixed feelings about romance covers increasingly having the same look – bright solid colors, simply illustrated characters – but I felt like this cover managed to be both familiar, signaling that you were picking up a fun YA romance by an author known for Adult Romance, and stand out with its bright pink palette and expressive characters. The best of both worlds! I’m a fan.

Audrey: I haven’t read any of Talia Hibbert’s adult titles before, but I loved HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS AND UNFAIRLY CUTE. I’m also not up to date on the conversation re: illustrated covers, but I can tell you that I was thrilled to have a plus sized Black girl on the cover! I’m glad we’re getting more and more fat rep in YA, especially in romance. The illustrator did a great job on Celine’s and Brad’s expressions and how they’re both sneaking looks at each other. Also, I love the little alien on Celine’s shirt.

K. Imani: I’m also a fan of Talia Hibbert having read and greatly enjoyed TAKE A HINT, DANI BROWN last year and like everyone else was excited to read her take on YA romance. I really like the cover as I feel like it fits her other covers which feature a plus sized Black girl being loved by a cute guy. Like Audrey said, their facial expressions are so cute and so teenagery because if anyone has ever been around teens finding love, it’s all about stealing glances and the cover captured these two perfectly.

Crystal: This is an excellent audio book that I was able to get through Libro.fm as an advance listening copy. The voice actors do a great job. One thing that I wasn’t aware of at first though was that the physical copy has a glossary at the beginning. If you also listened, you can access the glossary by “looking inside” on the publisher page. It would seem like that wouldn’t be a big thing to miss, but even the glossary is amusing. Laughter is something that Hibbert is fantastic at inspiring. Her humor is a gift.

Jessica: I ended up reading the book as an audiobook, ebook, and physical book since I was traveling. And I have to say, if you want your 6 hour flight to go by in a snap, listen to the audiobook. It is truly such a great experience. And I needed that glossary, lol, so it was much appreciated.

K. Imani: I have no comment on the audiobook because I’m strictly a physical book kind of gal, but yes there was a glossary at the beginning and I enjoyed reading it before I started the book. I’ve read a lot of British lit so some of the words I knew, but much of the current slang I didn’t, so it was fun to learn new words.

Audrey: I bought the hardcover, and the glossary cracked me up. It was fun and playful, which wasn’t something I expected, but it really set the tone for me since this was my first book by Hibbert. The glossary was also helpful—while I could and did figure out most of the terms in context, the book is really centered on the modern British schooling system, which I know almost nothing about. I definitely am not up on modern British slang, either.

Crystal: As a person who seeks outdoor experiences like camping, hiking, and rock climbing, the time they spent in nature was a bonus for me. Some contemporary YA romances have outdoorsy scenes, but it’s not extremely common so it seems like something to note especially since there are even fewer such scenes with characters of color.

Jessica: The combination of academic competition for a scholarship with outdoor expedition was so fresh! I’m very much an indoors person and will never voluntarily go camping, so I loved that I got to experience the great outdoors via a wonderful YA book. Speaking of which, this reminded me of one of my favorite influencers online – Alexis Nikole (@ blackforager on instagram!), who posts short videos about foraging and how she relates to the outdoors as a Black person. (You can read a great NPR interview with her here.)

Crystal: Thanks for that awesome interview Jessica! I also searched and found some of her videos. Fell down a rabbit hole for a bit. ;)

Audrey: I actually went to England and Scotland last fall, so while I was reading, I had fun imagining Celine and Brad hiking through some of the outdoors areas I visited. I didn’t do anything nearly so hardcore as what the Breakspeare Enrichment Program was, of course, but I enjoyed the (very small) connection. It was nice to have such long segments in the outdoors, too, because a lot of contemporary YA romance ends up being physically centered around a high school building, and the two Breakspere segments broke that up in a good way.

K. Imani: As one who goes camping with her students twice a year I loved it. I feel like taking both characters out of their comfort zones allowed them to open themselves up to each other and to others. Celine definitely grew at each of the camping weeks and Brad learned he was much more of a leader than he thought he was. I also liked that it opened up Celine and Brad’s world as they were away from their friends and had to be on their best behavior as they developed new friendships. I feel like this allowed them to also get to know each other as who they are now rather than who they were when their friendship ended.

Crystal: In her author’s note, Hibbert explains that the “story involves parental abandonment and a portrayal of living with obsessive compulsive disorder.” I don’t know how that portrayal would seem to someone with OCD, but I appreciated how she made the characters seem whole and complete people. A recurring theme with both main characters was that individuals can be the boss of their brain. Since it is written through both perspectives we get to really see how thoughts are rumbling through and what’s affecting their actions.

Jessica: I’ll take this opportunity to shout out the acknowledgements, where Hibbert talks about how OCD runs in her family, how she reacted to being diagnosed, and how “writing him inspired me to take better care of myself.” I love that so much – the idea that both the act of reading and the act of writing can help you as a person. And I love that, in all her books, Hibbert portrays characters in their full humanity – like Brad being bisexual (and having a crush on John Boyega, which, relatable), a high school football star, and someone working on managing his OCD. And Celine being an overachiever, TikTok influencer, and someone grappling with how her father abandoned her family. They’re such rich characters, and they make the story that much more compelling.

Audrey: That bit that Jessica quoted in the acknowledgments also hit me hard. A lot of time on our blog we talk about how important it is for teen readers to see themselves represented—and it is!—but it was also a good reminder that it can be just as important for the authors writing these books. Hibbert did a wonderful job of exploring Brad and Celine’s inner worlds compassionately, and I appreciated that even when the two were more on the “enemies” side of “enemies-to-lovers,” they still had moments of understanding toward each other.

Crystal: My audiobook didn’t include the acknowledgments so I’m glad that you all mentioned them. When I was a teen, I never did read such things, but now I usually do. I finially got my physical copy last night and was glad to get a chance to read the acknowledgements and see a bit of Hibbert's own story.

K. Imani: Like Jessica, Hibbert’s comment about learning to take care of herself while writing about Brad touched me too. I don’t know much about OCD but I liked the way Hibbert wrote Brad and how he dealt with his brain. In fact, much like Crystal, I really enjoyed the inner lives of both Celine and Brad and how their mental and emotional challenges and growth influence their decisions. They both felt like fully realized characters, which made me really connect with them.

Crystal: One time, I think Brad says that being with Celine is like falling into bed after a long day. That’s what this book is like for me. It’s comfy and wraps me in a hug. Yes, characters have bad things happen to them or they make poor choices, but rom-coms are safe and reliable because we know *spoiler alert* they will muddle their way through and it will all work out in the end. I love that they were friends in the past and so that made them good enemies. Their verbal sparring is too cute. Also, Hibbert was great at writing descriptions that would stick in my head like when Brad describes Celine popping up like a meerkat in one particularly adorable scene. Was there anything specific that had y’all smiling?

Jessica: The banter was *chef’s kiss* – I was grinning the whole flight as I was listening. Well, alternating between smiling and tearing up at the emotional scenes.

Audrey: I agree, the banter was great! That was the big sign for me that these characters would eventually be on the same page about each other and that I would end up rooting for them to be. One scene that cracked me up was the mud fight between Brad and Celine. Not only was it hilarious, but it was also a great segue into a tipping point in their relationship.

K. Imani: I feel like the scenes that had me smiling, especially when they were in their “enemies” stage, was the love that was still there between them. You could tell they still mourned their friendship and when Brad comes over to Celine’s house after she breaks her wrist, my heart just melted because it was clear how close they were and how much they really missed their friend. The parallel visit at the end of the novel was a perfect payoff as well.

Crystal: Are there any other rom-coms you’re looking forward to this spring? I was excited to finally start reading Maurene Goo’s THROWBACK that comes out in April.

Jessica: HER GOOD SIDE by Rebekah Weatherspoon! Another exciting YA by an Adult Romance author. It comes out May 30th.

Audrey: I think CHLOE AND THE KAISHAO BOYS by Mae Coyiuto sounds like fun! It came out just yesterday.

K. Imani: I’m looking forward to WHILE YOU WERE DREAMING by Alisha Rai who is another Adult Romance author whose writing I love. I’m also looking forward to Rhythm and Muse by India Hill Brown as it seems like a swoon worthy story.

If you have any spring release rom-coms to recommend, let us know in the comments. Happy reading!

[exilae-moved]

* , NOW SHOWING, exilae &* @lothews - i'm never gonna leave you .

there's a girl shaped hole in your heart... or maybe it's shaped like longing, or maybe it's shaped like love, who are you to decide? it, her missing-ness, changes every day and takes new forms. it's left something more gaping than you could have ever imagined. little did you know when smiling at jackie under the sunlit branches of the woods, how much she was a part of you. surely you could estimate, but it would've always been short a large percentage of where she had truly taken form within your girlhood. there's no way to replace it, not really, not ever, but the comfort lottie brings ( a different kind of comfort than that mari searches for, a more human and basic need ) is comfort enough as it is.

" will you... " your voice trails off as your hand finds the curve of your stomach, finds the motion of the life growing inside you threatening to ruin what little hope of survival you had for yourself, threatening to ruin what little hope of salvation you had for everyone else. how much more can you take and devour before you've taken too much? you had jackie... you had jackie, why do you deserve to ask for more? and yet, you continue on, " will you sleep where she slept? just for tonight. " round eyes bat viciously, as if quick blinking will make the girl before you disappear ( it surely stops any tears from spilling down rounded and freeze burnt cheeks ). " i keep reaching out and getting... i don't know. i can't sleep well, i know she used to be there. "

your voice is low, as if hiding the selfishness you find in taking lottie for yourself. you're not, you have to remind yourself, asking her for this small favor is not stealing her away from the girls who look to her like something you cannot understand: maybe they see her how you saw jackie. if anyone would hear, you're sure they'd think less of you, put you next on the chopping block no matter the benefit you bring to the winter that starves away mother nature just outside the rotted door. maybe, if you say nothing, lottie will say it was her idea when night falls... " you can't promise me you won't leave... jackie - " her name chokes in your throat and satiates your tongue as memories of that night dance in your head. " she promised the same thing, so... just like, for tonight? that way you won't have to promise anything more. "

[bcmuscd]

tesla green | bio

name: tesla selene green nicknames: tessie, tess face claim: juno temple pronouns: she/her species: werewolf age: dob: april 24 orientation: bisexual occupation: underground fighter personality (+): personality (-): blurb: there is nothing for a wolf but the pack. or at least that's what she'd been told by her parents before tehy were killed and the pack abandoned her.

born to a pair of scients, who also happened to be werewolves, and the only surviving pup of their litter - she was graced with the name tesla; a common favourite - and underrated - scientist of the pair.

growing up as an only child, and having little interaction with other pups her age (in part due to the pack’s fear of her parents and their work), tesla was unable to socialize effectively, and as such became quite unable to form bonds with others as a typical pup, or even human child might. this resulted in the she-wolf to be quite unable to read social cues and situations. in fear of being shunned and rejected by others the same way their pack did, tesla became aggressive towards others, creating a rift between her and nearly everyone else in the world.

when she was six years old, her parents were killed. the alpha of the pack told her it was an accident; an experiment of theirs gone horribly wrong. tesla didn’t agree. there was nothing to be done though. her parents were gone, and no amount of wishing would change that. as it was, she had expected that she would go live with one of the pack members - after all, there is nothing for a wolf but the pack.

this was far from true though. instead, the alpha gathered a bag of her things, and she grabbed her stuffed rabbit (a gift from her parents on her fourth birthday) and she was whisked away from the only home she’d ever known.

she didn’t know how long they drove, but the further it was, the less familiar she was with the surroundings. when they finally stopped at a gas station along the highway, she asked to use the restroom. when she returned to the exact place she had left the alpha, she found nothing but her bag. the truck was gone. and she was left alone.

before anyone could call the police about an abandoned child, the young tesla left the gas station and ventured into the nearby woods. she didn’t know how long she’d been in those woods for, always on the move - always trying to find her way back to her pack. eventually she made her way towards a large city. this was the first time that she had ever been near a city. hungry, tired, and lonely, tesla attempted to steal from a hotdog cart, but was caught and the police called.

while in the custody of the police, a tall and elegant looking man came into the station. he was well dressed, and his hair was firmly set. it was almost like he was a porcelain doll. tagging along behind him was a young girl, with long blonde hair. this girl looked exactly like the man, her dress was the frilliest thing tesla had ever seen, and her hair was tied back with a ribbon.

it shocked tesla to her core when the girl came over to her. she could smell that there was something off about the other girl, but she didn’t know what. what shocked her even more was that the little girl asked the older mand if they could take tesla home with them.

the man spoke with the police, who told him the situation, and that they hadn’t been able to find her parents or anyone who could come and claim her. she wasn’t sure what exactly happened next - possibly an exchange of money, or something - but suddenly she was being whisked away again, this time by the man and the girl.

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[rapunzel-withthegoodhair]

that summer in new york; mike faist x reader playlist

that summer in new york;

that summer in new york, you sang ella fitzgerald until the vinyl of the record went all static and scratchy. you cooked to etta james, spinning around the kitchen in your socks as if it was a dance studio. mike helped you slide the couches back across the wood floors of your living room and together, you made up dances to ‘mambo italiano’ and ‘johnny b goode’.

that summer in new york, you learned how to make pierogies and latkes and nalesniki. you knew you were never going to cook on screen, but you also knew your character was polish and only first generation american and loved how immersive it felt to be standing in your tiny loft in the village, windows open to let the sounds of the city in as you danced around the kitchen to ‘lazy mary’. when mike learns of this, he drops by regularly to eat the leftovers and sometimes, when he starts drawling in that mid-atlantic accent, you lose track of where your sense of self ends and your characters begin.

that summer in new york, you didn’t need to be on set or even at rehearsals every single day, but mike always asked you to come by to have lunch with him and you did when your schedule allowed it. one day he was nowhere to be found and you felt a little foolish picking at your chicken salad alone in the big theater everyone was rehearsing in. until mike and the other boys returned, all of them carrying roses they’d bought last minute out of the nearby subway station. you tried to fight it, but when he handed you his big red rose, you smiled so hard you couldn’t even see.

that summer in new york, you were in and out of three other shows in between rehearsals and filming for the movie. and it was chaotic and insane and overwhelming and exhausting. but you wouldn’t have traded the chaos for all the money or peace in the world. always on the move, always with somewhere to be, always with songs to learn or combinations to rehearse.

that summer in new york, you practically lived in your character shoes and it did a real number on your feet. you’re still not sure how you would’ve survived it without mike’s foot massages or the way he carefully wrapped your ankle when it sprained. you did your best to return the favor with back rubs and trigger point massages, though you’d quickly learned that you could only do those in private, with the deep groans it pulled out of him.

that summer in new york, you let your hair grow long and wore it in a ponytail with a bandana tied around your head. big, black shades hid your eyes and red lipstick gave you a bit of a pout. you liked matte lipstick normally, but gave it up when mike confessed how much he liked the way the red stayed on his cheek after you’d kiss him there.

that summer in new york, when your rent hiked a full $300 overnight, mike just shrugged. ‘move in with me’ he’d shrugged casually as if it were the obvious answer. as if he was just fronting you a metrocard and not an entire bedroom. you reminded him he only had one bathroom. ‘you worried I’m gunna steal your stage makeup, bambi eyes?’ he’d smirked in return. ‘relax…we’re not even the same skin tone.’

that summer in new york, when mike had his earpods in, he’d always hand you a bud and then his phone to adjust the playback. he was never sure how you knew your way around an equalizer so proficiently when you’d never mixed your own tracks, but he also knew no one else could possibly perfect the quality of a song like you. he always let you keep the bud, and you’d listen to the same music together in silence while walking through the battery or riding the green line uptown.

that summer in new york, every cast dinner felt like you were up on some hazy pink cloud because mike was always right next to you with his arm across the back of your chair. his fingers would play idly with the ends of your hair and somehow he always knew the exact moment you got chilly. you’d be just about to ask him for his jacket or his sweater, but you’d never get the chance, the warm material set around your shoulders with a shared look of understanding exchanged between the two of you. you’re pretty sure every waiter in the village is still annoyed at how loudly the lot of you would get when you’d break into song at the drop of a hat

that summer in new york, every cast dinner felt like you were up on some hazy pink cloud because mike was always right next to you with his arm across the back of your chair. his fingers would play idly with the ends of your hair and somehow he always knew the exact moment you got chilly. you’d be just about to ask him for his jacket or his sweater, but you’d never get the chance, the warm material set around your shoulders with a shared look of understanding exchanged between the two of you. you’re pretty sure every waiter in the village is still annoyed at how loudly the lot of you would get when you’d break into song at the drop of a hat

that summer in new york, you tried to teach the new kid on set about spotting when you notice he’s letting his head move with his body as he spins. you feel bad and assume he must be getting sick to his stomach spinning for hours at a time without proper training on how to avoid getting disoriented. you try to teach him to breathe from his diaphragm rather than his chest. he doesn’t listen and when he throws up by the craft services table, you feel a little bad. until mike reminds you, they’ve got the best choreographers and coaches in the world working on this thing. If he wasn’t going to listen to them, he wasn’t going to listen to you either. he teaches you that every grown man is exactly where they want to be, even if they’re making themselves miserable - because miserable is a choice you can make too.

that summer in new york, you help mike pick out a necklace for his character. 'patron saint of lost causes' you explain when you help chain the st jude pendant around his neck. he likes the sardonic irony and in the vein of sticking to irish catholic traditions for his character, gets you a claddagh ring to wear around your own neck.

that summer in new york, you dance and you dance and you dance until you can't even breathe. until you fall to your knees on the floor. until you cry. until you're shaking. until you push past boundaries you didn't even know you could break and get to a place where you no longer feel your own body. you just melt into the music, into the lights, into mike who stays with you step for step and is just as lost in you too.

that summer in new york, you fill two whole notebooks full of lyrics. because no muse has ever lit such a fire of inspiration in you as he does...