#been so long since I last drew a wolf

[dadtron-3000]

That one scene from Mononoke but Judge Staci

[froggychair05]

I love you The Crane Wives I love you @enden-agolor and @gayjessetime’s SDV AU

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #42: Hotaru, Mari and Zi

This month, our prompt was children, specifically our next gen kiddos in Gladiator. Surprising very few people, this little trio got the win, even though another trio (Yue's kids!) were really close runner-ups! It's a lot more interesting to write kid characters than I ever expected, even in a story as dark as what I work on. The dynamics between these three will be lots of fun to write someday, I know it! But for now, we get to enjoy a glimpse of them together in art form, with Mari having given the three of them makeovers with all those ponytails and pigtails and what have you x'D

I really hope you guys enjoy this piece, it was a lot of fun to work on <3 they're adorable cousins and it's always wonderful to think of how their eventual bond will be undisputable proof that their world is healing for good, after all the efforts of their respective parents.

If you'd like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a $1 pledge makes you eligible for voting and suggesting prompts, as well as reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before the new chapter releases!

[mrs-gauche]

The Dread Wolf Take You (Part 1)

~~Link to the complete 31 page comic here~~

"Imagine that, overlooking the god in your mids!"

May I present, my attempt at illustrating the last four pages of Tevinter Nights. 😁 (Also, the first time I'm posting art on here!)

As the whole thing was quite literally too long to post on tumblr, I uploaded the full version on a customized site made for reading webcomics (via ComicFury). Feel free to check out the link above if you like to read the rest! Also, if you're on mobile, there's a "Scroll View" option for easier navigation. :)

And, obviously, HUGE spoilers for those who haven't read Tevinter Nights!!

On a personal note though, I can't believe I actually finished it... As it had been a *very* long time since I drew (and finished) anything, let alone a 31 page comic and reading Tevinter Nights again finally sparked my motivation (and the courage to post it lol). So I want to thank Patrick Weekes for helping me overcome this massive art block and over two decades of Case Closed mangas for inspiring me how to draw an overly dramatic "exposing the imposter" moment. 😂 I tried my best to be as faithful to the book as possible and it took me forever, so... hope you like it! :D

[psaiouma]

TOP 10 SAIOU AUTHORS EVER GO!!!!!

Due to the length of the response I will be putting everything in a Read More, but please do read it!! I have so much love and compliments to give!! And there's DEFINITELY more than 10 listed! But this list was hard as fuck and NOT definitive. Did I miss one of your faves? Write them in the replies :D!!!

Other than the #1 & 2, all of these are in no particular order!

Rovelae! THE platonic love of my life and my #1 inspiration. I would not be here and would not be writing if I hadn't read Hologram and all of her amazing other works. Genuinely, I believe that every single thing Rov writes is a genuine masterpiece full of complex thought and strict planning. Never in a million years did I think she'd become one of my best friends, but I always said she was my #1 long before we ever spoke a word to one another. To this day, no other fic has come close to the way Hologram has made me feel over and over again. She'd bashfully list many other things that should top it, but they simply don't. Her understanding of Shuichi and Kokichi, plus their dynamic, is something that speaks to me and my preferences directly. I cannot express the true glee I feel that she regularly asks me to beta and read her early works, and that I get to see inside that brilliant mind over and over. AND that she sends me pictures of snakes daily!!! You should read (among many others): HOLOGRAM (my #1 fic recommendation with ART I COMMISSIONED FROM CELE HERE!! AND ART BY AUNI HERE!!!), Ruin, Potion of Steal Your Heart, The Flat Effect (WITH ART AUNI DREW HERE!!), and Before the Stars Evaporate (She gets five recs because I LOVE HER!!!!)

FrostieFroakie! My beautiful, amazing, perfect, talented beloved <3 Any time someone asked me who my fave author was, I said Rov, and if you asked me who my fave nsfw author was, there was no competition. None whatsoever. And now the former is one of my best friends and the latter... is the love of my goddamn life of almost four years. <3 My faves have never changed and I WILL hold my angel up on the HIGHEST goddamn pedestal and you will too <3 Froakie is one of THE best authors I've ever had the goddamn PLEASURE of reading. Not only does she write the hottest shit ever catered to ME, but she does it all in such a way that you really feel like you're in a new world. She has one of the most vivid and amazing imaginations I've ever experienced in my entire life, and I will GLADLY rub in all of your faces that I get to see and hear every amazing thought that comes out of her gigantic, beautiful brain. Guess who knows the plots to the Orcahara and Wolf/Bunny sequels? ME, BITCHESSSS <3 On a much more serious note, I do genuinely mean it that I absolutely love everything she writes and does. Call me biased I do not give a single shit. She's never written anything bad in her entire life. [Once again, she will disagree with me, and she is always right about everything, but I do not care, her works are breathtaking and brilliant.] You should read (NOTE: all nsfw): Cowhara Sins (this is quintessential Intro to Saiou reading), Orcahara Sins, I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad, Hunting Season, and Despite Everything, (She ALSO gets five because she's my GIRLFRIEND and the LOML!!!!)

Unseeliekey It is with great sorrow that I tell you that all of Eye's fics on AO3 have been deleted. Last I'd heard from Eye in 2022, he was moving on to OC content, but would continue his multichaptered fics in the future. Should he do so, I know we'd all be GIDDY to see them, but for now, my inclination is to believe that won't happen, since his account still existed last we talked. Though I do not know my stance on fic saving and sharing once an author has deleted their works, everything that Eye ever wrote HAS been saved, with (I believe) one exception. If you DO want to experience some of the most incredible, breathtaking, life-ruining fics in the entire Saiousphere, I have the connections to get you the Goods(tm). His works are remembered fondly, and anyone who was lucky enough to be around when his fics were still up will most likely list him in their top ten, even though he's been gone for over two years now. From his magnum opus, Therefore You and Me(...), to You've Got the Right(...), to Kattar Shuffle, to Fob, to (...)Tragedy and Comedy(...), to Put the Knife Down(...), to Puppy Love, to (...)You are the Captain, to All Drama(...) and EVERYTHING in between, his works are remembered, worshiped, loved, and envied. Eye was truly, truly, a requirement of Saiou reading. And if you were to ever see this @unseeliekey, I hope you know that you were an inspiration to all, and it was an honor to have read your things while they were public. I hope you are doing well wherever you may be, and that you come back someday.

Majorinconvenience When filling all of these out, I saved Kam for last, because I knew it would be the hardest due to a falling out between what I thought was going to be an everlasting friendship. However, I also knew it would be a god damn lie if I didn't put them in my top 10. Their work still shines beautifully all these years later, and come hell or high water I am gonna recommend them. Kam's pieces are jaw droppingly, achingly gorgeous. They are filled with emotion and yearning very few are able to match. I could list many things from their time in the Saiou fandom, but the loudest of which is easily Drowned Words followed by "Gymnopédie No. 1" and The Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder. I highly encourage you to check out everything, though.

Chuwuyas Jul is, in my opinion, one of THE staples of the Saiouma Fandom. Not only being the GOD behind everyone's favorite reverse Phantom Thief AU, but also one of the funniest goddamn oneshots of all time, and also some of the best smut. Jul can write, Jul can DRAW, Jul is THE hottest person IN the Saiouverse and it's NOT even close. They are my favorite Komaeda kinnie and one of my dearest friends. Every time you read a Chuwuyas fic, you know you're in for the best goddamn ride of your entire life. They have SUCH a way of absorbing you in one of the best whirlwinds of all time, and it's a ride you never want to get off. Look, I do a lot of bragging in this post because I am truly proud of the friends and connections I have made, but I genuinely believe one of my greatest accomplishments and prides in my entire life is the fact that Jul has called me THE honorary Moriarty Kinnie, and the fate of Catch & Release has been left in my hands should anything ever happen to Jul before ch 5 releases. [Not that anything will happen. But holy shit what an honor????] You WILL learn about Moriarty Saihara (aka me) by reading Catch & Release. And you should also check out How to Fall in Love in Three Easy Steps!

LovingDefiance Did you think I would make a top 10 and NOT put LovingDefiance on it? I don't give a SHIT if they haven't uploaded anything in five years. I am STILL subscribed and if they were to ever make a return I WILL sob the happiest tears you've ever seen in your entire life. Quite frankly, their Love Hotel Collection (nsfw) is a must-read four part recommendation for me. Saiou switch, there's aftercare, and god DAMN are you going to have a good time. But that's truly not all. Everything they've ever written is an absolute goddamn treat that will leave you salivating for more. I have read and reread their entire collection many times, and it truly never gets old. I hope wherever they are, they are happy.

Rannas I fear this description will not be as long as it should be, but truly, all I can say is that Rannas' writing is great. They had my favorite fic in Your Hand in Mine, a Saiouma Zine, and I've been reading their works consistently for a long, long time. Every Rannas fic is something special and unique, with each sentence being filled with grace and care. I've known many people who have claimed Rannas as their #1 Saiou author, and it's not hard to see why. Hell, when looking through their AO3 again to recommend something, I was wonderfully reminded JUST how much I love everything they've ever written. I will not out their nsfw account here, but know that it is ALSO in my top 10, and it's in yours too. Of course, I am recommending Our Deal, but I'm also going to dance and sing about the hilarious Salmon Mode Series and Meeting Your Match!

Teharissa Though I only have one fic to recommend, Teri's writing is by far and in large the best goddamn stuff I've ever read. They are my FAVORITE writer when it comes exclusively to writing style. This one example will not do Teri justice, but you must trust me on this. It was an honor to work with them on Spilled Ink (a DRV3 writing zine) and their Kiiruma piece is the absolute best work in the entire zine. Also, overall, I just loved talking to them and I miss our conversations and getting to hear their thoughts. Truly an upstanding individual who I gleefully recommend with no hesitancy. I am begging you to read A Thousand Paper Cranes!!

Nxllberry Just to prove I'm not EXCLUSIVELY an oldhead yearning for 2020/1 (though I am), I MUST put Nxllberry on this list, but not for the reason you're probably going to assume. Though their fic Godspeed IS a good recommendation, and you should definitely check it and their other works out, I am here to spread the gospel (pun intended) on their fic Rising Tide, which is, to this day, my favorite postgame smut ever written, and the main reason they are getting put in the top 10. Nxllberry's work is absolutely legendary, and though I haven't checked out the MCD works, I'm sure if that's your speed then you're going to LOVE those. Because the way they handle emotions is just delicious in every way.

ME!!!! Ezra Psychiccupid! You should ALWAYS include yourself in your top ten!!! I always know exactly what I want to read in a way no one else does LOL!! If you don't love your writing and think it's the best then what are you DOING? Perhaps you are an aspiring author and you think people are better than you, and that's okay! It's great to have writers you look up to. But you better think your stuff is AWESOME or about to be awesome!!! YOU put that out there!!! I'm still a relatively new writer in the grand scheme of things. Saiou Prom was only done FOUR YEARS AGO. Sep. 2020. I've grown a lot and I've seen many things since then, but I loved what I wrote then and still do. GRR You should always been in your top 10!!! I'm fucking awesome and I write really good stories because I have really good ideas. I'm extremely honored and thankful that so many people agree. Please, please read my fics and also hype yourself up today!!! Feels a little weird to rec myself but if you DO read anything of mine, please have it be King Piece or In the Aftermath of a Killing Game. If you want to get a feel for how much my writing has grown and improved since those two, check out My Stick; Your Bites (latest work), or One Day We Will Both Die(...). Also, would be a fool to not rec my most popular work, Poison Mouth, though I hope something better outshines it one day :)))) Please,,,

HONORABLE MENTIONS: I have many friends and I know SO many talented people that I'm gonna shout out a LOT and you better be READY. (I'll try to be quicker here ahaha!)

Bcschauer! Aka Lulu! Do you want fluffy Saiou? Because this is the QUEEN of fluffy Saiou. I especially rec Behind Pale Gray which I WILL bully her about to finish. :) Cinderous_scrivenings! Aka Sixth! One hit wonder, though I've had the HONOR of reading more than has been posted. Please read What's Yours to Have, you won't regret it! I_Am_A_Ruin! Aka Bee! One of THE most important people in my entire life. I cannot recommend their works more. Bee has such a way of making everything they write whimsical, like you're sitting by an enchanted campfire being told a story. Their brain is so beautiful and massive. Narrowing down my recommended list for them is extremely difficult, but I think I'm going to go with Poor Unfortunate Souls, Bite the Hand That Feeds You(...) (nsfw), and Fluffernutters and Buttons the Bear! Kokichiouma! Aka Hope! Obviously, I'm going to recommend Reaching, THE time loop Saiou fic. But beyond Reaching, Hope is one of the most in-depth minds in the entire Saiou fandom, who has been writing V3 analysis and translation differences for years. I cannot recommend his work enough. Khattikeri! Aka Keri! Has one of THE BEST canon divergent/postgame AUs of all time. Alongside being one of the most talented people I'm honored to call a friend, Keri is brilliant beyond compare. Please read one of my favorite fics of all time, Everyone's Killing Reality. Notchucktingle! Aka Jess! I think now more than ever, Jess' work is not only incredible but NECESSARY to read. He is, in my personal opinion, one of the most incredible authors to read to get an authentic trans perspective and experience. As someone who is too scared to be out, these fics mean a lot to me, and I know they do to other trans people as well. He's also just an awesome writer. You MUST read Come Into the Water, but I think he'd be a little cross if I didn't also recommend his current brainchild Bad Habit, and who am I to ignore good food? ReturnToZero! Has been in this game a LONG time and has so much to show for it. You absolutely get the best of both NSFW and SFW fics with Zero. From Agrypnos and •.¸♡ Dreamweaver ♡¸.• to Wishing it Was You (KISSING PRACTICE FIC!!) and Drop-Dead Gorgeous, you will always find something to read! Thatsrightdollface! is THE current go-to if you want consistent, good works near-daily. How they have the writing capacity they do is beyond me but, genuinely, they are SO powerful. I'll confess that I slept on their works for a long, long time, but on Rov's insistence, I started reading daily and I have not regretted it for a second. My favorites thus far are The Rubber Horse Head Mask Strikes and "Gamest in the Land" even if it HURTS!! Myaami! Whose works are always to die for. Extremely excitedly, they are about to do a raffle for a PHYSICAL, PRITED OUT COPY of their fic Dawn Again, on this Vibrant and Violent Night (and you BET I'm getting on in that), but I'm also going to sneak in a recommendation for Dream with Me, because I LOVE this fic.

And SO MANY MORE!!!!! Seriously. I could list like. 20 more people in an instant.

If I did individual fics that I love??? We'd be here ALL DAY. (I'm working on a doc of every Saiou fic I've ever read, actually). It's impossible to make a top ten, truly. Some days, the honorable mentions are in the top ten, some days, you wake up and a brand new INCREDIBLE phantom thief AU has just dropped and all of a sudden you're talking to one of the newest, most brilliant minds of the Saiou fandom out of nowhere.

If you didn't make the list, please know that I love your writing. Even if I have you muted, even if we have beef, even if you never share your work, I love you for writing.

[yanderes-galore]

59.) "Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?" Prompt for yandere platonic Bendy who grows attached to reader who snuck into the studio with their friends (if u wanna go dark , I’m all for it ^^)

Of course! Here's what I came up with :) Using my view on Bendy for this.

Yandere! Platonic! Bendy Prompt 59

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Violence, Murder, Blood, Jealousy, Sadism, Kidnapping, Dark themes, Delusional behavior, Mind break, Forced companionship.

Exploring abandoned places wasn't something you should've gone along with... yet it was exhilarating.

When you were in school you had found a group of friends who made a hobby out of exploring old and abandoned places. Anything from old schools to abandoned parks, it was so odd to see beloved places devoid of life. Originally you found it unnerving.

But now it was just exciting.

Today your friends had suggested exploring an abandoned animation studio. The idea was harmless enough. After all, what's dangerous about an animation studio?

You and your friends were just young adults doing stupid things. It was all for a bit of fun. You saw nothing wrong with it.

Just don't get caught, yeah?

The studio smells deeply of ink and rotting wood. There's an undeniable wet smell in the rooms as you creak through the hallways with your friends. The whole area seems so empty as you all split up to explore.

As you walk through the rotting halls of the studio, something follows you. Joey Drew Studios isn't your typical animation studio. You had no clue, unfortunately.

Not until things were too late.

Your eyes sweep over posters of various cartoon characters. A wolf, an angel, a devil... all typical stuff for the time period in your eyes. You couldn't help but feel uneasy as you linger in the studio, however.

The further you went you saw how dilapidated the building was. Ink pooled from the walls as though the building was bleeding. The footing underneath you even creaked as though it would break.

Thinking about turning tail to tell your friends it isn't safe, you turn. That is... until you heard scurrying. You jump in place, hearing a wet sound and small footsteps.

Surely wild animals would be a common sight, right? That's normal... a small raccoon or maybe a skunk- You've been to abandoned places before...

Yet when a small shiny black creature peaks from behind a wall, you just about freeze.

Your eyes narrow to try and see it better, the small creature about the size of some toddler as it inches into view. A devilish grin is on its face yet it looks at you curiously. Part of you manages to tell it looks similar to the posters you saw earlier.

"Wow! Visitors aren't a common sight here...!" The creature chirps in a curious yet mischievous tone, looking you over with a flick of its tail. "I thought I would just be left here."

"What the Hell are you!?" You find yourself losing your cool, the inky creature jumping at your harsh tone for a moment as your voice comes out in a squeal.

"I'm Bendy!" The living cartoon answers excitedly. "Bendy the Ink Demon! I'm a cartoon... technically."

"How?" You ask, keeping your distance. Adrenaline creeps into your veins yet you remain calm, still just... bewildered.

"How? I was born from the ink machine here, friend! It's been a long time since anyone was last here...." 'Bendy' answers, looking melancholic before perking up. "But you're here!"

You wanted to not believe it. You wanted to ignore the proof of a living cartoon. Yet Bendy here was undeniably real. What was this about an Ink Machine?

You know things were somewhat real when you touched Bendy's head, the ink staining your hand a deep black... and Bendy just seemed confused yet curious.

"What was that?" The ink demon tilts his head, looking at your stained hand.

"It's hard to believe something like you is real." You admit, Bendy perking up.

"Aren't I unique~?" The demon purrs. "Do you want help exploring? Are you going to stay? Can we be friends!?"

The rapid fire of questions by the demon catches you off guard. Fortunately, before you can give any answers, you hear some of your friends coming to check on you due to your scream. You go to prepare to introduce Bendy, but the demon has already scampered off like a scared cat.

How odd....

That was, unfortunately, not the only time you crossed paths with the ink demon. No, Bendy was intimidated by your little friends... but not enough to let you out of his sight. Why would he?

You were friends in his eyes.

You don't meet Bendy again until you explore deeper into the studio. The further you got in, the more you saw cardboard cutouts and odd pentagrams. If Bendy wasn't enough proof that this studio wasn't normal... this was.

"Heya, friend!" The familiar voice of Bendy echoes as he appears again. You turn to see him, the ink demon staring with childlike curiosity. You see his tail flick and wonder if he really is real.

He has to be, right?

"Hey, Bendy...." You greet, the demon's gaze never leaving yours.

"If you don't mind, friend, I have a question." Bendy hums, following his new friend's exploration.

"Like what?" You ask, looking at the creaking pipes of the building.

"Are those friends of yours?" Bendy asks like a naive child. "Those other people you came with, I mean...."

"Yes, they are." You confirm. "I explore places like this with them all the time."

Bendy ponders your answer for a moment, deep in thought. Friends... he missed when he had friends. Now all his friends are gone...

He wants new friends...

He wants to be your friend.

"... Are they your everything?" Bendy whispers, inky black eyes staring up at you. The question is odd, making you pause your search.

"Pardon...?" You ask, Bendy looking up at you innocently.

"Does having friends mean a lot to you?" Bendy repeats, envious of the connection. "Do friends make you happy...?"

"I... yes, yes they do." You answer, Bendy going quiet for a moment before grabbing your attention again.

"... Can we be friends?" Bendy asks. He has called you friend, but he says that to many others. He wants to know if you're really friends. You ponder the question, smiling softly.

As strange as he was... Bendy was quite cute.

You wondered if you were going high off the ink fumes.

"Sure." You smile, the demon perking up. "We can be friends."

Bendy makes a noise akin to a happy squeak. Friends mean a lot to you and you're a friend! Which means... he means a lot to you!

He has a new friend!

You go to continue exploring, only for Bendy to cling to your leg. The ink demon rubs his head against you like a cat, tail wagging. The sight is... adorable...

Yet you know you can't stay....

---

"You said friends mean a lot to you...." The demon whispers in a sad tone. The fear in your eyes didn't matter to him right now. "So why would you try to abandon me?"

You feel ink and blood stain your clothes as you press yourself into the wall. The demon in front of you... it didn't feel like the cute cartoon demon you met. If anything...

This was an actual demon.

"No... you wouldn't do that, would you, friend?" Bendy asks, tilting his head. The beast leans closer, the scent of blood and ink creating a toxic concoction in your nose.

"You wouldn't abandon me... those other friends of yours were trying to take you away!" Bendy chirps, still managing to sound like his old self despite his new form. "Pretty crummy friends if you ask me...."

You shut your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. This couldn't be real, right? No... Bendy wasn't real... and the blood isn't your friends.

A low growl comes from the beast in front of you. You yelp when he leans over, ink dripping onto your skin. You can't deny reality much longer....

"But that's okay... it's all okay!" Bendy purrs. "I got rid of them since we're friends now...!"

You feel nausea kick in when reality finally sinks in to taunt you. Within a few hours your friends were torn apart by the demon. The very same demon who held you in such high regard for saying you were friends.

You begin to think there was a reason he was left here... alone.

"You... still wanted to explore, yeah?" Bendy tilts his head. "You said you did that for fun with friends, right, friend?"

An inky claw picks you up from the ground, ignoring how you go limp at the touch. Bendy stands you up, a grin on his face. In this form it looks far from innocent.

"Let's explore then, friend!" Bendy coos, dragging you off as you fight against the sticky skin he has. "I'll lead the way, just the two of us on a little adventure!"

As Bendy drags you deep into the studio, you can only focus on the blood coating the floor and walls....

It took one fun little trip to lose all your friends, your mind and heart crack a little...

But maybe Bendy can fill such a void, not like you have much of a choice.

[ghosthoard]

grief of reunion recap!

you guys are so fucking funny thank you so much for your tags

as always i want to show how much i appreciate your tags and comments but i didn't know how without reblogging every single person and that might be excessive so this is my solution!

first of all thank you for the people who reblogged all three and left tags it's so cool seeing which ones you saw first and the comments as you went

this is going to be a bit long since i want to include everybody in some way and also what my thoughts were as i drew this series!

enjoy!

"you'll see me again"

mizaruwu said it so well! "you'll see me again" is a sweet white lie!!!

in combination with dustmold nailing it on the money!

i was really careful with how i phrased this sweet white lie

it's not: "we'll see each other again" or "I'll see you again"

For Wild, Wars, Time, and Twilight as far as they know they will never see the one they're saying farewell to ever again. so they say farewell knowing this will be the last time they see their loved one, but they're offering them a sort of comfort that the receiver of these words will see them again, it's something they would kill for personally, they think it's a gift, a comfort

but it's never so simple. because they aren't really being reunited properly are they?

THE FLOW OF TIME TRAVEL IS VERY CRUEL!!!!

NONE OF THESE PAIRS/TRIOS FULLY KNOW EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME, BUT THEY TRY THEIR BEST WITH WHAT THEY HAVE, IT SUFFERING!

perry's 3 reblog journey

perry i want you to know how much i love the faces you added at the end it gave me such a clear vision of your reactions

I LOVE HOW I DREW YOUNG TWI HE'S SO TINY HE'S SO BABY THANK YOU FOR MENTIONING IT PERRY

i like to imagine that time bonks him on the head right after this interaction and doesn't explain why

the WAR TRIO FUCKS ME UP

they can never be whole!!!

war trio

elle at it again with the amazing comments!!!

elle is right! as i was drawing wars I was thinking about how to convey that he was trying to hold it together and show the others that everybody leaving wasn't tearing him apart. he especially had to show a strong front for wind. as discussed above, elle said it perfectly, wars knows this is it for him! he'll never see his brothers again, and he it would hurt too much to hope for another chance like meeting the chain.

elle also brings up an interesting point of how wind can say the same thing to the pair of them during the war, i was thinking about that myself while i was working on this series and IT WOULD HURT SO MUCH, THE CYCLE OF SAYING FAREWELL, OF THE SWEET WHITE LIE.

but i always flip flopped on if wind would.

what do you guys think? do you think wind, twilight, or time would say something similar to their counterparts like they did to them?

mask is full on alert, he can detect danger right away, the moment they found wind he was on defensive mode, resource guarding wars

and isn't that just painfully loving, painfully sweet

what's that quote?

we are all made up of bits and pieces of those we love. (or something similar)

big brown devastating eyes

my friend suggested I draw the eyes with color! everybody say thank you spooks's Zelda Authority friend

a moment of silence for the wind stans

chiangyorange's 3 reblog journey

i'm glad i could do this to you :)

Wolf Trio

mizaruwu is so correct yet again!

while i was drawing these, i thought about how all of the wolf trio ended up saying the white lie to someone. wild is the only one who doesn’t really have the experience of teaching a protege. time and twilight however are both the liar and the lied to.

voidsshadow is so right! twi especially knows what wild is implying because he’s lived through it with time. twi and time have both been through so much and they still have things to do after death but they wouldn’t trade this time with their protege for anything no matter how imperfect the reunion is

they both must have known what their protege meant and they were prepared for it. but no amount of preparation can soften the blow.

however, they’ve both lived a long time before going back to teach their protege, their age makes the white lie more bitter and they’re more tired

wind in the meantime, had no prior time travel experience with another link, he had no preparation, he took the white lie at face value, he’s still young when he joins the war of eras, and when the reunion actually happens and he realizes his brothers don’t know him anymore, he was all the more devastated for it

cherry's 3 reblog journey

i claim all responsibility, i'm the cause, i'm the problem

violetregrets's 3 reblog journey

i love the clear descending into emotions this conveys, art in itself

(from the bottom up in these types of screenshots!)

thanks violet XD

let's have a moment for all of the ouchies, oofs, and aughs

and of course the screaming

and crying

these allegations! >:O all true :3

and lastly

this cracked me up. honestly same, fuck me up

Additional edit: I made it so that all of the lines under each post would apply to every one of them.

Your eyes do not know me as they once did.

Here I am, still missing you.

Alone, with the grief of reunion.

I had a hard time deciding not to put the last one for wind but I thought the 2nd one made more sense for him and the last one more sense for time. But again they all apply to every one. isnt that fun!

@mizaruwu @dustmold-n-dirtarchaeology @perereiii @perryelornitorrinco @elle-rosewater @1-renegade @rosescore245 @rosadon3 @the-au-collector @crazylittlejester @stqrmyskies @shadowlinktheshadow @chiangyorange @thevoidsshadow @givemeafuckingbreakorurgay @violetregrets1837 @tiredkiwilol @esthelle-wanders @telemna-hyelle @pelicanpig @layraket @i-dont-r3member @embarrassedauthornerd @multifr0g @turdofanerd @puffysleeveswithfloralpatterns @starwolfie @zolanort @cheatsylu @dragkbluire @thebackofourmind8 @jack-ofallfandoms @bbinkus11 @ahanarhorse @hero-of-the-wolf @triforce-of-mischief @twilightangel83 @clancycosmic @abir-111 @just-another-product-of-today

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson & Neptune Fic Recs

A list of fanfics featuring the platonic/familial relationship between Percy Jackson and Neptune. Enjoy!

kept you like an oath by aadarshinah

Not Rated | 800 words | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Temporary Amnesia, Percy Jackson Needs a Hug, Flower Crowns

"You were born for a reason, Percy Jackson. Perhaps it was to remind these Romans of the power of the sea." Or: One universe over, a world exists where Percy gets 24 hours between being accepted into the legion and being sent to Alaska on the quest to free Thanatos. This has a greater effect than anyone could realize.

Daddy's home by IncompleteTh0ts

G | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Neptune, Neptune & Poseidon, Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang

Memory Loss, Camp Jupitar, Son of Neptune

Percy finally meets his father.

Fishing And Fishermen by orphan_account

G | 1.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Neptune & Poseidon, Neptune & Percy Jackson

Post-Son of Neptune

In the attempt to make the visit less awkward, Neptune- employed by Juno/Hera to talk to and make sure Poseidon is well- tells a cryptic story of Perseus's time in SON. Later he finds himself answering a prayer Aka: Uncharted bullshits their way into extending the storyline and narrative and finds themself actually liking its actions upon the story

Storm Drains by Phoenix_And_Thestral

G | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Short & Sweet, Bonding, Pre-Canon

He had not come here to speak to the boy. He really shouldn’t have stuck around as long as he had. Neptune had just thought to see him, to see what child Poseidon had borne after so long heeding the oath. He could tell the child would be powerful someday -- assuming, of course, that he lived that long. And yet, Neptune found himself sitting on the curb beside a storm drain, trying to convince the mortal child that there were great whites under the streets of New York.

bellow, bid our father rise by magdalenes (ariadnes)

T | 2.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Neptune

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Camp Jupitar, Father-Son Relationship

The first thing his father ever says to him is, "Y'have a way of prayer, boy. Best be careful with those thoughts. Ye may be my get, but I'll leave you for the gulls to pick over just as quick."

He's Mine by PunkFlame

T | 3.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Seafam, Powerful Percy Jackson, Ascension

"He doesn't belong to you." Poseidon spat, allowing his own form to burst from its bounds. Neptune laughed, "Any of your treasures, especially your treasured offspring, belong to me. He has been mine from the time he drew his first breath." Poseidon growled, the water around them beyond ice cold. "No. You will leave him be. Stay away from my boy." "I think not. You've had your chance, now it's my turn."

bloodtide by DragonflyxParodies

Not Rated | 4.5k | Last Updated May 23, 2024

Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Kymopolia, Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo

Non Canon Compliant, Past Genocide, Divine Retribution

There are no water gods in New Rome.

marked me like a bloodstain by aadarshinah

T | 5.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Hazel Levesque, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Temporary Amnesia, Father-son relationship, Powerful Percy Jackson

"Nice to see you're not letting losing that upstart Achilles' curse slow you down."

Perseus Jackson and dii Consentes by CarpePugna

M | 6.7K+ | Last Updated Oct 16, 2023

Percy Jackson & Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Lupa

Roman Mythology, Camp Jupitar, no sugarcoating the myths here

Life’s been pretty normal for Percy and Jason since they left the she-wolf Lupa and arrived at Camp Jupiter; but now, with tensions stirring amongst the gods, Jason and Percy must band together to protect not only New Rome but the rest of the world itself. AKA the Roman!Percy au that’s not very original since I’m plastering over canon with Roman legends instead. But I hope you like it all the same!

Even with just a name by 60sec400 

G | 8.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson/Neptune

Dark Percy Jackson, Good Parent Neptune, Roman Percy Jackson

Small snippets in a world where Percy chose the ocean. Neptune finds his son. Perseus Jackson has a quest for the glory of Rome and the glory of Neptune. Only, well, he's met another god. And that god wants him to find Annabeth Chase, the one name he's had in his head since he's woken up other than his own. aka. disconnected scenes that could exist in a son of neptune au

The Ascension of Percy Jackson ( as brought to you by Poseidon) by breakerfaith

T | 22k+ | Last Updated May 31, 2024

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Ascension, Poseidon Loves Percy Jackson, Alternate Universe

Poseidon looks at Percy and decides " no you don't get to die" and focuses on turning Percy into a god.

[marveloustimestwo]

robb stark x reader + any scenario you want?

Hi anon! I saw your other ask, so don't worry! Thank you for the request! I decided to add the hunted-down situation since I think it would be fitting.

Warnings: Yandere themes, Vampire! Robb, hunted down (reader decided to run, so now they're being hunted)

As a vampire, I believe Robb would be one of the younger ones. Like at most only a century or two old.

He was likely turned as a last resort. He was on his deathbed, plagued by some sickness or wound from battle. If we want to get a bit into canon since magic and the supernatural aren't all that strange, it could've also happened at the Red Wedding. A meddling vampire turning Robb at the last second, wanting power or to stir up even more trouble.

And at first, Robb would've been thrilled. It gives him another chance at life, another chance to see his family again and to be able to protect them even better than he could before.

Until he starts to see everyone he loves age around him, all while he remains just as young as he was when he turned.

The only one that stays the same is his loyal wolf Grey Wind, their minds and souls being so integrally connected that he stays just as young as Robb.

That is what most likely drew him to you.

Maybe you were someone he knew in life, who stuck by him through thick and thin.

Or someone who came after and helped him through this new phase.

Either way, once Robb's fallen for you, it's practically impossible to get him to leave you alone.

Once the reality of his situation has set in, he becomes very paranoid about your safety and health. He can't get sick, but you can. He's hard to kill, but you sure aren't. He can't age, but the longer he waits, the older you get.

He may not turn you right away, especially if you ask him not to, but Robb becomes so suffocating that it's difficult to deal with.

You know it comes from a good place. He tells you he loves you often, tells you how worried for you he is, but how are you supposed to live like this?

It's rare that Robb ever leaves your side, only doing so for important political matters or battles. Even then, Grey Wind is left with you, watching over you, growling at anyone he doesn't trust, which happens to be everyone.

It wears on you, especially when you have no one to speak to about it, no one to confide in. The only ones allowed close enough for that are Robb himself, and his family who will rat you out in a second.

The thought of running had crossed your mind before. Since your life had become so small, so suffocated, the freedom of running away, of no longer being under Robb's watchful eye was a fantasy.

At least, that was until you were finally left alone. For once, no one was there to guard you. Maybe it was a miscommunication on their end, or maybe Robb finally trusted you enough to be left alone.

Either way, it felt like too good of an opportunity to not take.

And so you did, too excited and a bit too fearful of Robb returning to wait any longer. Finding your way through the great woods surrounding your golden cage was rough, but a welcome freedom.

Until you heard a howl.

Despite you having a decent lead, it had not taken long for Robb to notice your absence, or for Grey Wind to catch your scent.

Even with his vampire features and tendencies, Robb had never made you feel this afraid.

No matter how fast you ran, how much ground you made up, Grey Wind's howls came closer and closer.

Your escape attempt did not last for more than an hour.

Grey Wind was the first to catch up to you. He did not mean to hurt you, but the bruises that were left from him tackling you were hard to ignore.

Robb, as gentle as he usually is with you, could not help the anger he felt when he caught up to you.

If he hadn't turned you before, he did the instant he had you back.

Your attempt for freedom had cost you much; your mortal life and any last bit of privacy you had left

And your so-called lover could not be any happier.

[skellseerwriting]

Healing Flowers Part 3

Soulmate!James Hook x Gn!Reader

Flower Scars Soulmate AU

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Content & Warnings: Cliffhanger ending (there’ll be a part 4), no angst but references to past angst, Uliana is a bully, some violence, brief description of blood of injury, canon divergence - Hook becomes good, sorry I accidentally made reader a bit of a nerd/teacher’s pet

Summary: Two years have passed since everything that happened and you’re now in your Junior year. As you try to go on with your day, Uliana shows up to mess with you, but someone else shows up too

Two years had passed since the incident.

Two years had passed since Hook accidentally hurt you. Two years had passed since he approached you with apologies on his tongue. Two years since you told him you wanted nothing to do with him.

Two years since you rejected him.

Life had been great since then. You did well in school and continued to stay friends with Bridget and Ella. You also managed to get close to some other students like Aladdin, Jasmine, and Zellie. The teachers and Headmaster loved you and your good nature to stay out of trouble and being a model student; always helping out wherever was needed. Sound to say, your life was fulfilling.

And then there was Hook.

You saw him around fairly frequently. It was never up close, though. Two years ago he stopped hanging out with his friends. He was like a lone wolf. He kept to himself. Quiet. Sometimes you saw him talking to Morgie, though it was when Uliana was never around to see it, so you suspected they managed to stay on good terms despite everything. Starting last year, Bridget occasionally brought up that he gifted her a new cupcake pan or something else baking related. Ella would sometimes mention how competent he was as her potions partner. Neither of them did it often, however, because they knew how you felt about stuff like that, so they let you pretend he avoided them just as much as he avoided you. Which he did; It was just as you asked. Hook never got in trouble. You never once saw -or heard- him do something morally questionable. Suffice to say, he wasn’t the villain he tried to be on those first few days of school.

And then there were the rumors.

After you had rejected Hook, you defiantly went gloveless for the next month or so; displaying your red hand for all to see. It was an act of rebellion and anger. It got people to whisper and gossip. In hushed tones they shared secrets of what they thought about it and what it meant. It’s not like it was a secret, though; Hook was your soulmate, and you rejected him.

Some said they pitied them. Most pitied you. They saw the scar on your cheek (and many had seen the instance that caused it) and the matching line of flowers on Hook’s, so they drew the conclusions for themselves. After a few months, your boiling rage died down, and your feelings changed. Now, you were empty. Neutral. Unbothered by any of it, to be most accurate. All you wanted was to get through school and spend time with your friends.

You never considered dating even as you entered your Junior year. And even if you had, everyone in school knew who your soulmate was. You’d never get asked out due to publicly having someone the universe connected you to (even if it was clear that it didn’t work out), or even less likely, out of fear that Hook might intervene. He may have only been trouble on those very first days of Freshman year, but he had a history of violence and thievery long before that.

Romance was a bit of a hassle anyways, you thought. Maybe once you were an adult you’d try it out, but right now you had more important matters.

Like deciding what you were going to wear to Castlecoming.

“I’m telling you!” Bridget insisted, shoving some fabric in your face. “This color goes best with your eyes!”

“It’s not about eye color.” Zellie countered, pulling the fabric away and dropping some rings in your lap. “That’s supposed to go with jewelry. The fabric color goes with the hair.”

You eyed Zellie’s rainbow hair and silently questioned how she was going to make it work.

“You’re both wrong.” Ella deadpanned, laying like the dead in a comfy armchair Bridget recently established in her dorm room. “It’s supposed to go with skin tone. Most natural hair colors are neutrals, so unless you’ve got red hair or-“ she eyed Zellie’s hair just as you did. “other colors, it doesn’t matter. And no, Bridget, pink does not go with a cool undertone.”

Both of the girls gawked at her.

“How do you know that?” One of them asked in disbelief. Ella shrugged.

“I have two step-sisters who are obsessed with that stuff. You pick up a few things.”

Smiling to yourself, you stood up off Bridget’s bed and the rings fell off of your lap. Oops.

“I appreciate the help, really.” You told them. “But I’m honestly not even sure if I’m going.”

“What?!” Zellie said, grabbing you by the shoulders. “But it’s Castlecoming!”

Gentle prying her fingers off, you sidestepped her.

“I know.” You sighed. “I just… don’t care for it like I used to. I’m sorry.”

“Is this because you don’t have a date?” Bridget inquired. “I’m sure we could find som-“

“No dates.” You found yourself snapping, then felt guilty at the way her face dropped. “Sorry. I mean: I don’t want to have a date to Castlecoming, and even if I did, it wouldn’t influence my decision.”

Zellie’s hand trailed down your arm. “But mayyybe you could still go with friends?” She asked hopefully. You couldn’t stop the small smile that made its way onto your face.

“Okay, maybe.”

Bridget and Zellie cheered; jumping up and down.

“I said maybe!” You shouted, laughing as you went to exit the room. Before you managed to leave, Bridget tackled you in a hug from behind.

“Just you wait.” She promised. “You’ll have the best time.”

“We’ll see.” You grinned.

You were in the fountain courtyard (why was it always the fountain courtyard?) trying to finish a writing assignment.

Zellie had chided you for thinking of schoolwork when Castelcoming was so close, but you were unbothered. You knew the teachers were already going to be flooded with late work and hastily-finished assignments soon after the big school event, so you didn’t mind getting yours done earlier in the week and sparing them the additional pain. It was convenient for you, too.

As you contemplated where you wanted your next paragraph to go, something appeared in front of you and snatched the notebook right out of your hands. It was a tentacle.

You almost didn’t even bother looking up to see who it was.

Uliana stood in front of you, using her multi-colored appendages to scroll through the mostly empty pages and move it about like an object to be admired.

“My my…” she mused, tearing one page down the middle before sprinkling the paper onto the ground. “What do we have here?”

You stood up and feebly attempted to grab it from her, but she simply lifted it out of reach.

“Nuh uh.” She lilted. You kept your face emotionless. “You don’t get this back.”

Your eyebrow twitched. She didn’t often mess with you like this. Most of the time she just sent harsh glares from across the room. It was generous, considering what she put others (especially Bridget) through.

“I have no problem letting a teacher know that someone stole my homework.” You said blankly, as if you were reciting a fact. “In fact, with how great a student I am, I’m sure they’ll even let it slide if I’m unable to turn my assignments in this week; they trust me.”

Uliana’s teasing facial features dropped into a sneer. “So what?” She said, snappy. Then, dangled the notebook in front of your face. “Surely if you could pull that stunt with your teachers, there’s no possible reason you would want this back.”

Some sweat collected on the back of your neck, but you didn’t let it show on your face. “No.” You said simply, raising your eyebrows. “I just don’t like littering.” Then, to drive the statement home, reached down and picked up the page she had torn off.

“‘History of Cinderellasburg’.” You read off of it, faking interest as you looked at the old draft instead of Uliana. “Really fascinating stuff. I’m sure you’d like it too if you picked up a schoolbook.”

The jab was subtle, but Uliana took no indication of being insulted. Instead, she moved the notebook again; dangling it over the courtyard fountain. The bubbling water promised quick doom. Your skin felt clammy.

“Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I do you a favor and… wash away your troubles for you.” She said, completely amused with herself. Knitting your eyebrows, you tried to think of what to say. What to do.

Out of nowhere, her tentacle was yanked backwards and the notebook fell out of its grip; hitting the stone tile at your feet. You quickly picked it up and smoothed out the creased pages.

“Leave my soulmate alone, Uli.” Hook demanded, one hand gripping the tentacle and the other pointing his hook at the colorful limb.

“Soulmate?” She mocked with a pout, bringing her finger up to the corner of her mouth. “I thought you were rejected, remember?”

Anger flashed in Hook’s eyes and you internally flinched at him being so near to you at your side. The last time he was this close was when- well… when you rejected him.

Expecting his wrath to go somewhere, you were surprised when he let go, taking a step back.

“What?” Uliana taunted. “Not brave enough to stand up for little Red Hand over here?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Never, ever had you heard someone call you a name like that before.

“How dare you.” Hook seethed, moving to get closer to her.

“How dare I?” She retorted. “How dare you!” She pushed a finger into his chest; now as angry as he was. “We were the most feared group of villains in this school, and you left us for that- for that thing!”

Hook did not take kindly to you being called that. You watched with bated breath as his raised his metal hook towards her. Your eyes downturned disapprovingly.

Uliana wrapped a tentacle around his arm before he could do anything. She raised an eyebrow. “Wanna think again?”

Hook tried to pull out of her grip, but it didn’t budge. As he continued to try and unsuccessfully get his arm free, Uliana turned to look at you. Her lips curled upwards in a devious smile. She stalked towards you and Hook was unceremoniously dragged along. The closer she got to you the more he seemed to put up a struggle.

“Come now Jamesy.” She quipped, yanking him over until he was dangling from his arm in front of you. “Don’t you want to say hello to your soulmate?”

His eyes looked panicked as he panted for breath; sweat dripping down his temple. He looked at you, and he seemed ashamed at you seeing him in such a vulnerable position.

“Let go of me.” He gritted through his teeth, still huffing for air as he pathetically tried to wriggle out of her grip. You wondered what you could even do to help him. Yeah, you didn’t want to be near him, but he was in an awful position at the moment. It was impossible not to feel sorry for him.

“Or what?” Uliana laughed, shaking him around a bit with her hands on her hips. “You gonna get your soulmate to fight for you? To come save you?”

Hook looked desperately into your eyes. It was in a way that said: “I’m sorry you have to see this. Please just leave”.

But you were never one just to leave someone hanging.

Slinging your satchel off of your shoulder, you immediately swung it at the base of the tentacle holding up Hook. It barely did anything except make Uliana mad, so instead, you went for the source and aimed it at her. She deflected it easily with one of her many spare tentacles. She looked surprised at your choice of action.

“Fine.” She resided, taking a step back. “We’ll play it your way.”

“Watch out!” Hook exclaimed behind you. You moved just in time to see his arm shoot out beside you. Uliana had turned his own arm against him; pulling it around as she pleased to utilize his hook as a weapon.

“Uli-“ he grunted. She yanked him in your direction again, and you quickly sidestepped. Worry started to seep in. This was going to end badly in one way or another. Someone was going to get hurt.

“What’s wrong Hook?” She jeered loudly, swinging him around. You narrowly avoided him again. “I thought you were used to this! After all, it’s not the first time you’ve left a mark on your s-“

“Enough!” He shouted, using his momentum to lurch toward her. His free hand managed to grab her by the collar; pulling himself in close. “I’m over this.” He said, out of breath. “I’m over you, and the villains, and everything we used to stand for! I done with it.” He spat. “All of it!”

Uliana took it all to the face with a sudden shocked expression. Then, she just looked unamused. Her stance changed and her aura turned into one being entirely vexed.

“You say that,” she challenged with a slow rage, withdrawing her tentacle from his arm. Hook gasped, and you weren’t sure why. “But deep down, you’re just like the rest of us”. He stumbled backwards; closer to you. “So don’t you ever forget that”. You saw Hook’s empty left wrist; missing his hook. “Because I’m going to make you regret ever leaving.”

And then her tentacle shot forward. It was aiming for you. A flash of gold metal gleamed in the sunlight. You froze, bracing for impact.

“No!”

Hook jumped in front of you. It deflected off his left shoulder. A terrifyingly beautiful line of deep red curved out of it in the direction of his hook. The terrible mix of fear, panic, and guilt twisted inside your chest; three snakes wringing around inside.

Then everything froze.

(Sorry for the cliffhanger it ended up too long)

Part 4

Taglist: For James Hook

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@sessa23 @yokolesbianism @come-as-you-are-111

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

A Danish Werewolf in The City

The First Taste - part 2

Note: life's full of surprises, huh? once again, this fic was getting out of hand, so I had to split it up once more and this chapter is now 3 parts long. And as promised, the ending & smut part of it will be out tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy this! Special thanks to @foxyanon for reading a tiny part as a way of helping me out.

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.1

Pairing: werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)

Warnings: 18+, angst/horror fic.

Wordcount: 2,7k

Masterlist

After his relentless vampire killing spree, which had lasted up to several months, Sihtric realised he needed to calm down before accidentally sparking the interest of werewolf hunters or other observing folk around.

He had earned quite some new scars during his slaughters, some of which were hard to hide on a warm summer day. And the last thing Sihtric wanted was having to move towns because his beast identity had been discovered. He knew he'd be chased away, or worse, being hunted down and tortured before being brutally murdered. And the people would most likely make a fancy rug out of his fur and use his decapitated wolf's head as a laughingstock to scare children with. These weren't medieval times, but once a creature was discovered living amongst regular humans, people tended to slip into a state of primaeval panic. So he began to lay low as the Moon cycle continued, and that's when he made a list of everything he'd need to restore the shed.

His shed was ordinary on the outside, like any other backyard shed around his neighbourhood, but the inside of it was something else. Inside, the wooden walls of which the shed was made, were hidden behind a firm layer of steel that would be impossible to break out of and, most importantly, were sound proof. Furthermore, the cabin was completely empty inside, apart from a chair in the middle which resembled those used as electric chairs in prisons. The design had been picked on purpose, as he could be easily restrained in it with metal chains, which a pack member would always help him with, and because his monthly involuntary transformation felt like something he should be punished for.

As Sihtric had his shifting under control, he usually didn't need to be fully restrained and mainly did it as a precaution every month, not wanting to become a killing machine. But after he had decided several Moons ago to rip off all the chains from the chair, floor and ceiling, to completely let his werewolf form go in order to slay those vampires while he was hurting, thus making the shed completely unusable for the sole purpose it had been built, he now felt that he needed to be fully chained up again to restore the balance inside of him. The full Moon made everyone act out, even humans and other animals, not just the werewolves, but it simply affected the latter more than the average breathing being. And since Sihtric did not want to become a target by hunters, townsfolk or any other creature of the night, he knew he had to be quick to fix up his enclosure. And as he only had three days left before he would already start to feel the effect of the waxing Moon, as she would be almost fully round, he headed to the hardware store.

Sihtric strolled through the store with a shopping cart, agitated by one of its wheels as it malfunctioned and abruptly brought the cart to an awkward halt every now and then with a loud squeak that hurt his ears and drew attention. He cursed under his breath as he fought with the cart while he searched for the materials he needed. The full Moon wasn't here yet, but Sihtric was already more sensitive than during the other moon phases, and he kicked the cart's wheel in his frustration when it blocked once again and caused him to bump into the cart. To his delight, he quickly found the aisle he was searching for, and he loaded the limp cart with several heavy metal chains, as well as the tools he needed to secure them again.

And it was then, when he wanted to struggle with the cart to the self checkout, that he suddenly froze as he caught a familiar scent closeby that made his heart skip several beats.

You gritted your teeth as you searched for a specific colour of paint. Months had passed since Sihtric had scratched up the paint job on the outside of your windowsill, and you couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It was horrible, the claw markings clearly visibly as they had left dark scratches on the white surface. The fact that those scratches were there was not even the worst part of it all. No, the worst of it was that you knew you had to repaint the entire outside part of your house after touching up the scratches, because it had been a while since you had applied the paint, and the white had turned a rather light grey overtime. 

You internally cursed your werewolf ex-boyfriend as you roamed past the various shades of paint. It had been months, but you still loved Sihtric, and in truth you knew it was going to be hard to remove the last physical memory you had of him. To make matters worse, you finally spotted the paint you were looking for at the top shelf, which you couldn't possibly reach. You sighed, clearly annoyed, and looked around for an employee who could help you, but it seemed they were all on their lunch breaks. You groaned as you wanted to make your way back to the paint aisle, but stopped when you spotted a man who looked tall enough to reach that top shelf. He had his back turned to you as he seemed to stare down into his shopping cart, and you cleared your throat as you walked up to him.

'Excuse me,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'could you maybe help me-'

You immediately stopped talking when the man turned around, and it felt as if the ground beneath your feet crumbled away. You stopped breathing as you studied him, for he looked so different. The man was handsome, so very handsome, with his well kept goatee and interesting haircut; dark curls on one side while the other half was shaved. For a moment you figured it couldn't possibly be him, but those mismatched eyes were undoubtedly the same you had looked into various mornings.

'S… Sihtric?' you managed to breathe as your cheeks warmed up.

He stared at you, dead silent, while his Adam's apple bopped in his throat as he swallowed hard before he finally opened his mouth to speak after what felt like forever.

'I… I,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else.'

He quickly averted his eyes and turned on his heels, ready to push his cart and leave the store as fast as he could. But the cart stalled again as the limp wheel refused to cooperate, and forced him to suffer being around your presence a little longer. Your scent drove him mad, in every possible way, and he felt a mild panic inside of him. You were fast to grab his arm and stepped around to face him.

'Sihtric,' you said again, fully convinced this time as his voice had betrayed him too, 'please… I… I've been thinking of you,' you blurted out.

Your eyes darted over his face while he just stood there, nailed to the ground and clearly at war with himself, fighting urges inside of him. You took in his new look while he dared to bring his eyes back onto you, his new haircut was bold and strange, but you couldn't deny he made your heart beat just as fast as the first time you had met him.

'I've been thinking of you every day,' you said as you finally released his arm, 'have… have you been thinking of me?'

Sihtric looked down at his feet, then showed a quick pained and broken smile as he shrugged lightly.

'Of course,' he half mumbled and shyly rubbed his arm, 'of course I have. You're… you're all I think of, still.'

You smiled faintly and felt your cheeks heat up again. You stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Part of you wanted to slap his face for telling you to get out of his life and break your heart, and the other part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss him, stumbling into the shelves and making out steamingly on the floor of the hardware store for everyone to see. But you did neither of those things.

'Where have you been?' you asked, breaking the long silence, 'I heard you quit at the vet a little while ago.'

'I didn't quit,' Sihtric said softly, 'I'm on temporary leave.'

'But why?'

'I just, I don't know. I had to take care of things.'

'I see,' you nodded, still confused by his vague answer, and then you looked into his cart, 'so, eh, renovating?'

'Something like that,' he chuckled faintly, 'what brings you here?'

'I need paint, but I can't reach it…'

Sihtric broke into a genuine smile and followed you to grab you the bucket of paint.

'Renovating?' he jested.

'Something like that,' you smiled, 'you left some… marks. I haven't gotten around to fix that up yet.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, immediately tormented again by the horrible night, and he sighed as a sense of panic crept up once more, 'well, look… I just… I-I have to go-'

'Sihtric, please,' you stopped him again, 'please. I'm worried about you. And I…,' you swallowed hard and half whispered, 'I miss you. I really fucking miss you.'

Sihtric stared at you, the tears glistened in his eyes as he sniffed and scratched his goatee in an attempt to hide his emotions.

'I miss you too,' he mumbled.

'Can we talk, please? Not here, not right now. But can we meet up somewhere later?'

Sihtric wasn't sure about your offer. He desperately wanted to talk to you and be close to you again, but he was afraid it would only make his unhealed wounds deeper as he still loved you with all his heart. You suggested to meet at a pub later that evening, but as you left the store with trembling hands, you still weren't sure if he was going to show up.

You waited outside the pub and hoped Sihtric would show, otherwise you'd look like a fool waiting at the door for twenty minutes already. The place was crowded inside, as were the streets, and suddenly your eye caught the Moon as she crept up the darkened sky when you looked up. You began to feel nervous, reminiscing over everything that had happened prior to your break-up, and you wondered if maybe it had been a mistake to try and see where you and Sihtric stood right now. 

You would never deny that you were still in love with him, and had been all this time, despite the horrors and gruesome truths you had discovered about him and his being. If anything, you understand his werewolf identity more now after all the research you had done, and it even had gotten as far as sparking a new curiosity inside of you. But before you could disappear into your newfound interest, you were startled when Sihtric suddenly stood behind you and spoke softly in your ear.

'Caught you,' he chuckled softly with a hint of darkness.

But the mischief quickly fell off his face when you turned around, and he once again remembered what he had lost that night in the woods; you. You and that smile of yours, the one you flashed him now upon seeing him. The smile that made him weak instantly and made him want to cup your cheeks and nuzzle your nose softly in between peppering you with kisses all over. He'd do anything to be able to do that again. He'd try every other superstition that could potentially break his werewolf curse that he hadn't tried yet, no matter how gruesome, no matter the cost. If only he could have you again and love you like no other living being ever could.

'Hey,' you smiled, relieved, 'I wasn't sure if you were going to show.'

'Neither was I,' Sihtric confessed.

You noticed he avoided eye contact, and the sudden trembling of his lower lip betrayed the fact he was on the verge of tears.

'Well,' you broke the painful silence, 'can I… at least get a hug?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly and scrunched his nose as he sniffed, then held his arms open and invited you in his embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to sink in his warm and strong arms which you had dreamt of nearly every night.

'I've missed your arms around me,' you murmured in his ear.

You fought your own tears now while you heard Sihtric sniffle quietly, and his grip suddenly tightened as his chest heaved up and down fast, as if a state of panic had captured him.

'I… I-,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I just can't breathe without you. It feels as if I can't breathe without you,' he almost wheezed, 'I… I need… I just need you.'

You tried to step back, wanting to look at him as you could sense he started to slip further into an abrupt form of panic, but you couldn't get out of his grip. A sudden low growl started to sound from deep down his throat, while his heavy breaths slowly changed into murmured grunts. 

His head was spinning as the intensity of every sound, sight and smell around him grew stronger, slowly driving him mad as his ears were ringing. His clothes felt too tight, the street lanterns and pub signs were too bright and the people too loud. But even louder was the buzzing of his own blood in his ears, as well as the sound of your beating heart inside your chest, and he suddenly bared his teeth with a silent snarl as you managed to take a step back. You took his face while his hands found your waist, squeezing you firmly but not all unpleasant, and you forced eye contact as you spoke to him as soothingly as possibly.

'Sihtric? Sihtric listen to me. You need to calm down,' you said compassionately, but not without fright as his mismatched eyes occasionally glowed, 'just breathe. You can breathe, I promise. I'm here… I'm here, okay?' you said with a soft sob, 'I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?'

While Sihtric fought his urge to shift, as his emotions were almost unbearable and he just wanted to hide, you managed to gradually calm him down and suggested you'd go for a walk instead of a drink at the pub. You worried that any slight cause of frustration might tip Sihtric over the edge, thus shifting into a gigantic werewolf and tearing up the place as well as everyone in it, which was the absolute last thing you wanted. You took his hands and pulled him with you, out of the busy street and near the entrance of a quiet and dark alley where you sat down on a public bench that overlooked the river which ran through the darkened city.

Sihtric calmed down while his trembling hands held yours, and he finally dared to look at you again as he stopped fighting his tears.

'Pushing you away from me was the biggest mistake of my life,' he spoke softly, with a broken voice, 'I thought it would be better for you, but it's… and maybe it was, but for me-' he stopped and buried his face in his hands while he cried.

You wrapped your arms around his jerking shoulders, letting your tears run freely along with his, and you told him you understood why he had pushed you away and that walking out on him was your biggest regret too. You told him that after the split you had started researching his wolf being, and that you understood him so much better now and everything that came with it. Sihtric felt relieved to hear that it seemed you had accepted his darker side, but he dreaded telling you what he had been up to while you were broken up…

'Have you been with someone else?' he eventually asked as both your tears had dried.

'What?' you scoffed, 'oh, please. As if you couldn't smell.'

'I could,' Sihtric admitted with a chuckle, 'but have you?'

'I haven't,' you rolled your eyes with a soft smile, 'what about you?'

'Really?' he frowned and feigned offence.

'Look, I know your sex drive, Sihtric,' you shrugged, 'so I'm just asking.'

'Well, I haven't been with anyone else,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean… no one wants to be with a monster, do they?'

You sat in silence for a long time, just staring out into the darkness together, until you took his hand again and said, 'It was a mistake to break up, wasn't it?'

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Life series scott headcanon!

Ever since empires season 1 I have been obsessed with deer boi Scott. All the fanart I saw looked awesome so he's been I deer in my head ever since. So hears a fun little life series headcanon because I see way too much Scott hate.

I kinda feel like deer Scott kinda works for the life series (apart from limited life obviously), because Scott for some reason has extremely good hearing, especially in last life, he was able to figure out that impulse, mumbo, and grian were breaking into his base because he heard someone breathe while mid conversation with pearl, deers have extremely good hearing because to make up for bad eye sight.

Another thing is that deers are extremely skittish and cautious. Scotts main thing in near enough every series at this point is that he runs away from his problems, and this happens a lot in the life series. Scott is also one of the most cautious players which is why he survives so long.

I also saw someone a while ago for double life draw pearl as the wolf and Scott as the deer and it worked so well in my brain.

I remember during limited life a lot of people drew the coral growing on Scott as antlers (sometimes a crown) and it made me very happy so I came up with stages for green to red life Scott in other life series.

Green:

They would be small and hard to see just kinda poking out of his hair, would probably have another prong through.

Yellow:

Probably not this big but quite a bit larger than they were, they would still have the velvet on at this point.

Red: blood warning kinda

Red life Scott shedding the velvet would be kinda terrifying since it kinda is for actually deers. They lose the velvet and the antlers become sharp and dangerous also the red would match the life. He also absolutely has one of those long tails you see in media.

[holyrunawaychild]

Character details in the Wolf King trailer that I love.

Hector’s pouch sash is such a genius character piece. Completely in character for him to have all of his magister supplies on hand.

Aside the hair ornaments that I mentioned in a previous post, I love the floral designs on Gretchen’s outfit. Also the detail her hair is actually tied back into a long braid is also a great addition. It gives her a fox-like silhouette even while she’s human.

Shout out to Whitley’s hoodie and hair braids.

The fact the slot for her staff doesn’t interfere with the design on her jacket works really well.

I can’t help but chuckle at the fact Lucas’s shoulder pauldrons/spaulders are literal lion paws.

That had to be an intentional pun on the character designers part.

Also just the overall design of Lucas’s outfit appears so much more ornate than his father’s armor. It sells the idea that Lucas is a spoiled brat, while Leopold was the conqueror. One is for ceremony, the other is for war.

Just.

Everything with the Wyldermen. From mere savages in the books to something truly nightmarish in this series.

Coldblood here looks particularly amazing.

Vega’s fin rings are such an in character detail for him to have. But it does propose a question.

Where do they go when he transforms?

Last, but not least, for a character who will only be in one episode, Tilly has various little details I want to point out.

Her hand tattoos intrigued me when I first saw the latter shot. Initially thinking it was Drew’s hand (a ‘sacred birth mark’ kind of thing) until I went through the trailer a second time.

The earrings and piercings are also an interesting detail to her character. Especially given the pelt and furs aesthetic they seem to be giving the Cold Coast in the show.

Given we later learn Tilly was a maid for Queen Amalie and Weregar, maybe these are sort of seeds that plant that connection?

The first things the hand tattoos reminded me of was tattoos Native American women, particularly Inuk women, would have.

Since I — and a few others if fanart is anything to go by — visualized the White Wolves of Shadowhaven, like Amalie, with an Inuit aesthetic. Could the show be implying that Tilly was a maid of Amalie in Shadowhaven that came to Highcliff when she married Weregar?

It would be easier for her to sell the idea that Drew’s her son if she came from the same region as Amalie.

Am I thinking to hard about this? Most definitely. But it’s been a worm in my ear and I had to share it.

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Solstice | Yuletide 🌟

Osferth x Unnamed Female Character

Summary: Osferth celebrates the solstice with the pagans.

Content Warning: The drabbliest of drabbles

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Shame welled in his heart.

No matter how often he tried to look away, or thought of the Lord, Osferth could not bring himself to leave his sentinel beyond the forest clearing.

How long he’d stood there, he could not say for certain, but the moon had risen beyond the trees to its nocturnal rest. His feet in their leather boots, were numb. His mouth, dry, though whether this was due to leaving the inn so early or because of the sight before him, he too did not know.

The young monk saw the glow first. Through the tunnel of the trees, the honeyed light grew until it seemed the very forest was aflame. Yet the voices he heard were not fearful. Edging closer to the woodland border, he found they were jubilant. Laughter. Singing. Excited chatter.

Onward he walked, into the trees’ dark embrace. Beneath him, branches crackled and snapped with every tentative step. The noise of the party grew nearer. An enemy encampment perhaps? No, they would lie low prior to attack. Travelling goodsman and their crew? Surely they would be at the inn with everyone else in Aureberie.  

The glow led him to the edge of the clearing at which he now stood, and the sight he beheld was like none he had seen, except in dreams.

A pyre of wood was set ablaze at the clearing’s centre, sparks breaking away from the flames and reminding him of barely remembered stories told by his mother long ago.

“Angels flying heavenward, little one.”

Even from where he stood beneath the bare trees, Osferth felt the warmth radiating from the glorious fire. Tendrils of flame violently licked the sky, its great roar growing in strength and drowning out the souls silhouetted against its light.

It was this, that truly mesmerised Osferth.

Dancing around the ring of flame, bodies writhed and twirled, all curve and sinew, flailing arms raised to the heavens with teeth gleaming in the firelight. Garlands of leaves donned their brows; holly and fir on beds of moss. For some, this was all they wore. Though this number was few, men and women alike danced about the pyre as naked as a babe.

Osferth watched, transfixed, as plump flesh and fat rolled, coiled, stretched and swayed.

Shame rushed to his breaches.

Round tummies, tender breasts, plush thighs. The flickering of firelight across the women’s soft flesh dizzied Osferth and, at last, he looked away.

Wolf’s eyes and an enigmatic smile. How long had she been there?

At once, Osferth reached for his sword.

“You are the monk they call Osferth?” The woman stepped forward, hands open in surrender.

“Yes.” His voice was firm. He had seen this woman before, about Aureberie since their arrival. The healer. She hummed at his answer.

“Please, let go of the sword.” Her voice was so gentle, so measured, that he did as she commanded without thinking.

A prickle ran up his spine. If she was the wolf, wily and tactful, surely he was the rabbit. Startled, wide-eyed. “How long have you been there?”

“Longer than you, Christian.”

“That is not what I mea-”

“I know what you meant.”  

She stepped towards him and Osferth straightened, determined not to let her see his shame. To his great relief, her smile softened. “It is the solstice,” she nodded towards the pyre. “We are moving back towards the light.”

“Yes,” Osferth said. “It was the light that drew me in.” He had turned back to watch the gathering party.

“And what was it that made you stay?” The low timbre of her voice made him shiver, and, when Osferth looked at her, he saw she was right beside him.

“I think you know, lady.” He said, watching the flames dance in the reflection of her eyes. She nodded.

“Come, Christian,” she held out her hand in beckoning. Osferth took it, spellbound. And she led him, not towards the celebration, but deeper into the forest.

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Tears Of Gold

Pairing: Prince Nuada x fem elf reader

You panted as you ran up steep cliff sides and dodged tree roots and boulders in your haste. But there was no time to stop and catch your breath. Not with him following so close behind. You were Princess Nuala’s personal guard and close friend, her having entrusted you to destroy the third crown piece to prevent her brother from gaining control of the infamous Golden Army. He would surely go after her first, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he perceived the change of hands through their bond. He would sense that she no longer had it, and you would be his next target.

You fully intended to throw it over a mighty waterfall, letting the cursed object become lost in time, until you saw the horrors that awaited you over the next hill chrest.

You gave pause, scanning the scene around you with unbelieving eyes. You saw human men driving big trucks, some with cranes on the back and others with scoopers. They were… cutting down the grove of trees and digging into the soil.

The feeling of dread in your chest increased as you caught sight of something gray laying by the water’s edge. Stepping closer, you slowly removed the overgrown shrubbery off of its form, revealing the creature to be a powerfully built wolf. With… two bullets in her side.

“No…” You breathed, kneeling by her side and stroking her ears with the back of your hand. This forest had been your home ever since the original truce with the humans, where they would inhabit the cities and the magical creatures would prosper in the forests. However, even after the people of Bethmora were pushed into exile when men fought to acquire the forests as part of their kingdom, you’d still visit this place frequently. During that time, you’d befriended this wolf and her mate. Your elvish abilities allow you to communicate with animals and through this link, you’d learned that they’d been blessed with pups. Judging by the state of the wolf now, you could tell that she was heavily pregnant. The monsters must have shot her for defending her home. Your home…

“Oh my friend…” Your vision blurred with tears. The once mighty oceans now littered in filth. The temples built to worship your gods, destroyed. The vibrant trees you so loved dancing under and witness changing in each season… cut down and strapped to the back of a truck headed who knows where.

The earth’s pain was your pain… and you felt it in full.

“What are they doing?” You whimpered, the crown piece long since fallen from your hand to the ground, forgotten.

“They are stripping the land and mining for oil.” The voice behind you was soft, somber.

“They fought us so hard for this land. So they could do… this? She waited years to have these pups…” The hand landing on your shoulder pulled you out of your shock, reminding you of the precarious situation you were now in.

Leaping up, you drew your blade swiftly and tucked the crown piece securely into your pocket as you sized up your attacker. “Nuada…”

The golden elf merely held your eyes, tilting his head back as you pointed your blade at his throat. He made no move to grasp his weapon.

He saw the way your hands shook, breath unsteady and tears still running down your cheeks. “Come, my love, drop your weapon.”

“Don’t! I’m not your anything.” Your voice cracked in anger. “Last I recall, you were the one who disappeared off of the face of the earth before our wedding.”

The prince looked down. “What I did… it was wrong. But believe me when I tell you that not a second went by that my heart was not with you. I knew they would do this. They are not fit to protect this world. My father would’ve let us fade from existence… I couldn’t allow you to suffer such a fate.”

He held out his hand to you, waiting patiently for you to come to him.

“I looked everywhere for you…” The anger was subsiding now, giving way to the hurt that had been plaguing your soul for years.

“I’m here now, and we can save our people. Together.” He tenderly wiped a tear from your face, sliding the sword from your hand. “But I need the crown piece first. You could be my queen. Come with me, please.”

Seeing your doubt, he continued. “The mortals, they don’t care about you. To them, you are a mere shield they send out to fight battles they are too cowardly to fight themselves.”

He stroked your cheek, his breath ghosting over your lips as he leaned in. “You are a legendary warrior who is capable of so much more.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing only the soft gaze you fell in love with many summers ago now.

“Come with me.” He repeated.

“Okay…” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. He was always so warm, and you’d missed this closeness dearly. He held you there for a long moment, taking in your scent as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too…” You pressed another kiss to his lips before you pulled apart, holding out the golden crown piece to him.

He reached into his robes and produced the other two thirds of the crown, carefully sliding in its missing segment.

“It is complete.” He handed you the crown, taking a knee at your feet. “I wish you to do it.”

You took a deep breath before reciting the traditional coronation speech of Bethmora. “By the power vested in me, I name you King Nuada Silverlance, leader of the Golden Army. Is there anyone here who wishes to dispute this right?” Hearing none, you place the crown atop his head. As the two of you walk down the mountain hand in hand, you silently vow that the next time you look upon this forest, it will be as queen in the homecoming of your people.

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[sephirthoughts]

this thing says smut dispenser may as well try it

*puts coin in slot*

*presses button for valenwind smut*

*waits politely*

HA! THANKS FOR THE COIN SUCKER! since you waited politely, here's a teaser for a smutty scene in my current valenwind thing

Vincent stepped into his personal space, looming over him, as he flicked his cigarette butt away. 

Cid chuckled nervously. “You’re…ha ha. You’re lookin’ at me like a hungry wolf, Vinnie.”

Eyes like scarlet embers glowed in the moonlit half-dark, regarding him with bloodthirsty intent. “Cid. I’m going to kiss you.” 

Cid swallowed hard. “O—ok.”

A strong hand in a metal gauntlet slipped around his waist, closing the space between their bodies. Vincent leaned in close. So close his black hair brushed against Cid’s forehead. He paused. There was a bit of muffled jingling, as he awkwardly unbuckled his high collar. Then lips softer than any woman’s could’ve ever been were pressed against Cid’s. 

His head spun. His heart slammed against his ribcage like it was being falsely imprisoned. Those soft lips pushed his apart, and Vincent’s tongue slid forward to caress his. A gloved hand closed around Cid’s wrist and pinned it above his head. Vincent was pressing him into the wall, as their kiss deepened, enveloping him with his tall body.

Sage-smoke and leather, and a hint of old books. That’s what he smelled like. He tasted like whatever heaven’s made out of. His tongue was forceful and domineering, licking and thrusting and rolling over Cid’s, till he was clinging helplessly to Vincent and gasping for breath, between urgent kisses.

He felt more like a chaste woman being ravished by a pirate captain in a romance novel, than he’d have thought he’d prefer, but it felt so fucking good. How come no one ever told him how amazing it was to be on the receiving side of a man’s unrestrained desire?

At long last, Vincent released him, leaving him hot and dizzy, and so hard he could barely think. A clear thread of saliva stretched out between their lips and snapped, as they drew back, just enough to look at one another. 

Vincent’s long-lashed eyes were hazy and heavy-lidded, and his parted lips were wet and swollen, flushed with blood. The tips of his white fangs were visible between them.

“Ha…holy fuck, you’re beautiful,” Cid breathed. “What the hell you doin’ fuckin’ around with a scruffy old bastard like me?”

“I want you,” Vincent said, his deep voice strained and roughened by lust. “Want to make you mine.”

“Everything ok?” Cid asked nervously. “Y’sound kinda…growly.” 

“Some of the beast’s primal instincts are surfacing, but I am in control. I would never hurt you.”

“You ain’t gonna turn into one of them beast things, when we…while we’re…you know. Are ya?”

“Certainly not,” Vincent reassured him. “Almost certainly not.”

“Well, that’s a re—wait, almost?”