#event: wolf moon

[nerdie-faerie]

I'm once again thinking about the missed opportunities to have Klaus and Kol bond more. Part of Klaus' whole motivation as a vampire is to get his werewolf part back and to finally be stronger than Mikael (sort of, I'm simplifying) both of which can be obtained by breaking his curse. But Kol? Kol is the only other original that can relate to having a fundamental part of themself ripped away from them. Klaus might not have known he was a werewolf until he killed, but he likely still had a connection he couldn't explain, as evident by him going to watch the wolves transform. And something he'd never been able to explain was now gone. He might only be able to realise the connection afterwards through its absence.

Kol though. Kol had grown up with magic, a connection to nature and the world around him in a way the rest of his siblings supposedly didn't have. And then he gets turned. And not only has his baby brother died, his father has just murdered him and the rest of his siblings after forcing them to drink human blood, which he'll later learn. Now, not only does he have to deal with the grief of Henrik's death and also his own but also the loss of his magic. A loss that's likely only worsened by Kol being a self-proclaimed child prodigy.

Kol is pretty much the only one who could understand what Klaus is going through with the binding of his wolf. We know Kol searched for ways to get his magic back/carry on practicing magic in the same way that Klaus was looking for ways to break his curse. While Klaus likely could still feel his wolf there despite being bound, Kol has no access to his magic anymore. I just think they should've been able to bond or connect over their shared loss of an intrinsic aspect of their selves at the hands of their parents

[khaosritual]

[triskhellion]

Gingerly

Rated: Teen (2k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Alison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Magical Stiles, Alpha Derek, Baking & Brewing, Accidental Secret Admirer/Assumed Creeper-Bad Guy, Scenting, Kissing, Hickeys, Getting Together

Summary:

Stiles already knew that the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that.

The Stilinski men were only passable in the kitchen, but he figured he could learn to bake. Woo the guy of his literal and figurative dreams, experiment with finer magic control, and enjoy snacks as he went? Win-win-win.

For Noxnthea and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Prompt #3, Secret Admirer:

Stiles didn’t mean to end up as [person’s] secret admirer. He’d fully intended to announce his intentions, okay? But then, well… then he accidentally did [insert mistake here], and now [person]’s convinced they’ve got some creepy dude stalking them and goddamnit, if this gets out, the pack is never gonna let Stiles live this down.

Wolf & Snow Moons - Snow prompts: 12, Ginger, Hidden

Stiles began working on his magic over the summer, but didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to have something impressive, or at least reliable, to show when he was inevitably asked to demonstrate. Struggling to light a candle in front of a skeptical audience? No thank you.

So he borrowed some books, started a herb garden, learned various grounding techniques, and eventually it wasn’t so hard to draw from that well of power inside him. Apparently, soon he wouldn’t even need anything except his own will, but for now he actually enjoyed the little rituals. He even got multiple sternum tattoos to aid with things like stealth, protection, and healing and to strengthen his connection to the land and elements. (They looked pretty fucking cool and he only fainted twice.) 

Stiles was practicing extending his senses while walking near the new Beta House one evening when he overheard Boyd telling Erica how he realized that whenever he had something gingery back at the loft — drinks, stir-fry, cookies from his grandma —  that some of it always disappeared. At first he’d thought it was Peter or maybe Jackson, but he eventually caught Derek red (or rather, yellowy brown-beige) handed. 

Interesting. Stiles already knew the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that. 

The Stilinski men were only passable in the kitchen, but he figured he could learn to bake. Woo the guy of his literal and figurative dreams, experiment with finer magic control, and enjoy snacks as he went? Win-win-win.

After numerous attempts ranging from “exploding goo turned charcoal” to “pretty good” his latest batches came out perfectly. Chewy triple ginger molasses cookies, crispy gingersnaps, and decadent dark chocolate gingerbread brownies. The power of three, baby!

He snagged some for himself (quality control) and saved two of each for his dad, but still had a dozen left of everything for Derek. On the way over, he stopped to buy some tea for good measure: chai and lemon ginger. Then it was showtime. 

But when Stiles knocked on the door there was no answer. How anticlimactic. 

He waited a few minutes and then enhanced his hearing to check for sure that Derek wasn’t home, but instead he heard Isaac, Erica, and Jackson approaching the elevator in the lobby — a.k.a. 3 of the 4 worst possible people to witness anything sincere and potentially embarrassing — so he set the bag at the door, quickly erased his scent. and ran down the stairs while hiding his presence.

The mystery gift was the first topic of discussion at the next pack meeting. Derek apparently enjoyed the goodies (yes!) and only gave the envious betas one of each before absconding with the rest. He assumed it was left as thanks by a half-fae waitress he’d helped the week before, but when he complimented her in passing a few days later she had no idea what he was talking about. None of the wolves could pick up a scent on the packaging and bemusement turned to fear (no!) 

There were any number of malicious spells or supernatural substances that could be activated through food, which would explain the lack of scent. And how did the sender find out about his penchant for ginger anyway? 

Having lost his nerve (he’d never live it down if they found out now,) Stiles sent an anonymous text the next afternoon to try to put Derek at ease, but that only made things worse. After receiving an angry voicemail on his burner phone he panicked and tossed it. 

Another pack meeting was held and they were worried enough to bring in Scott and Allison, though thankfully Chris at least wasn’t there. Allison swept the place for listening devices and Scott asked Deaton to strengthen the wards once the clinic closed. Everyone was now on high alert for what Erica dubbed the “Cookie Monster.”

If Lydia or Peter were around they probably would’ve been suspicious of him being unusually quiet, but she’d left early for MIT and their semi-resident zombie wolf (the 4th and final boss of jerkfaces) was off gallivanting who knows where. There was no evidence pointing in his direction. He just had to relax and keep his mouth shut.  

“Definitely sounds like some psycho stalker to me,” Jackson said, making the “screw loose” sign. 

“That lady on the second floor who’s always checking you out?” Boyd wondered.

“Ooh, what about that guy at the coffee shop that always gives us extra pastries if you pay for it? I bet he knows how to bake,” said Erica. 

“If it’s him, you should roll with it,” Isaac joked, earning a glare from Stiles. How dare he credit some skeevy barista.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just someone with a crush,” Scott said, ever the romantic.

“A creepy person,” Allison emphasized with a frown. Erica nodded.

“Yeah, and with his luck…” she muttered, wincing and turning to a silent Derek. “Sorry, big guy,” 

As the others continued speculating Derek only looked more and more irritable and withdrawn. Angry, yes, but even worse, sad. Stiles dreaded the embarrassment and hassling to come, but he hated seeing Derek upset even more.

“It was me, alright!” he shouted, shooting up from the couch.

Everyone paused and turned to stare at him. Scott tilted his head, his expression that of a confused puppy. 

“Dude, since when do you bake?”

Stiles shrugged awkwardly. “Since recently.”

“But why couldn’t we tell that it was you?” Erica asked.

“I, uh, might’ve done something with my magic? Surprise,” he said, making jazz hands.

“Magic?” 

He turned toward Boyd, who was looking him over as if to check for any changes. Glittery skin or a tail perhaps. Stiles was amused because he wasdifferent now, but only under his clothes were they — and his father — couldn’t see.

“Yeah,” he replied, grinning. “I’ve been learning for a while “

“You, magic?” Jackson scoffed, leaning against the wall. “The only—“

“Me, jackass” Stiles cut in, locating and drawing out streams of flour and black pepper from the pantry and dumping it on his head.

“Dude, that’s so awesome!” Scott exclaimed, coming over to fist bump him as Jackson coughed and sneezed, beating at his hair and clothes. Then Jackson stomped towards him so Stiles stopped him in his tracks just like he kept a pan of B- coffee cake from hitting the floor a week ago.

“Duuuude,” Scott said as Isaac and Erica laughed gleefully. Allison grinned, giving him a thumbs up.

Proud of his progress, he momentarily forgot the situation until he turned and saw Derek watching him with an intense, but unreadable expression. His stomach dropped, but he was still relieved that the subject had changed to his magic and he showed off a few more times, including cleaning up the mess he made. Even the now pristine and mobile Jackson was begrudgingly impressed.

He worked his way closer and closer to the door hoping that with a last good diversion he might even manage to escape (for now, anyway.) 

Then Isaac had to ruin it, raising an eyebrow and smirking before asking about his “sneaking around like a weirdo” and wondering why he made a bunch of desserts for Derek in the first place.

Stiles froze, face flushing as he rambled about training exercises and then made up some tradition of potential emissaries leaving gifts for Alphas. He caused the alarm on his phone go off and then silenced it, saying he had to go. 

Even with just his normal hearing the sound of laughter echoed as he fled.

When Stiles got home he distracted himself with a new game he hadn’t started yet, storming through the fantastical countryside and targeting particularly tall and smug-looking elves. A few hours later he saved his progress and took off his headphones, sighing and knocking his head against the couch cushions. He soon found himself back in the kitchen where he saw some texts and a bunch of group chat notifications when he took out his phone to check a recipe. He ignored the latter, but read the texts from Scott.

< r u okay? >

< do u likr derek?! >

< like >

< ?🤔🤯?! >

Groaning, he replied < can’t talk, abducted by aliens > as if he wasn’t thinking of a certain Sourwolf at that very moment. He added < (not really) > right after because this was Beacon Hills and then slid it back into his pocket.  

His dad came down an hour later in his uniform, yawning as he got a sandwich from the fridge. He was two days into a week of night shifts and was still adjusting to the schedule. 

“Hey, kiddo.”

Stiles saluted back and poured him the coffee he started when he heard movement upstairs. His dad thanked him, watching as he finely chopped a bunch of ginger and then added it and some sugar to a jar of water. 

“What’s that?”

“A ‘ginger bug’. It’ll be a starter for ginger beer in a few days,” he replied, stirring and covering it with cheesecloth.

He received the patented Sheriff’s Eyebrow and rolled his eyes, explaining that there was negligible alcohol content if you drank it soon-ish or refrigerated it, especially without using extra yeast. None if you just added carbonation instead of letting it ferment. 

“Like this one” he said, pointing to a bottle with seltzer and the lavender ginger syrup that he prepared already. His dad hummed dubiously. 

“So what inspired all of this?” he asked, gesturing with tonight’s allotted brownie. “And why does everything have ginger? Not that I’m complaining.”

Stiles once again made up some excuses as he cleaned, this time about trying new hobbies and how ginger was supposed to help with focus. 

“Uh-huh,” his dad said, giving him a knowing look and the “I’ve got my eye on you” motion. “Negligible.” 

“Okaaay!”

His dad ruffled his hair and chuckled as he left. “Alright, I’m off. Be good!”

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” Stiles grumbled to himself. 

Or so he thought until he went upstairs and found Derek in room. 

“Heyyy, how's it going?” he asked after having a minor heart attack.

The look on Derek’s face could only be described as predatory and he swallowed, backing into the wall as 190 pounds of werewolf prowled towards him. Here it was, his somewhat deserved and unfairly attractive doom. 

But instead of mangling him warm fingers circled his wrist and slowly brought it millimeters away from stubbled cheekbones and parted lips. Derek inhaled deeply and sighed.

“You know, I’ve always loved that smell. My uncle, Daniel, used to make these elaborate gingerbread houses full of ‘gingerwere’ cookies in different stages of shifting,” he said, shaking his head with a bittersweet smile. “But I kind of forgot about how much until I came back here.” 

Derek let go, but stepped even closer, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. Goosebumps rose in his wake and Stiles shivered when he spoke again, a now huskier voice pressed directly to his skin. 

“And then there was this troublesome brat everywhere, smelling of locker rooms and lust. Cheetos and body spray and the usual things…” Derek's chest vibrated against his when he laughed. “But underneath all of that, his scent was like ginger and honey.”

Stiles moaned as Derek licked his throat, clutching at muscular arms and letting his head fall back in offering.

"Mmm, delicious...just like what you made for me. And now I'm thinking that maybe it’s not just aimless, rampaging hormones with you. That maybe you actually want something more." Derek drew back just enough to meet his eyes with a darkened, red-ringed gaze. "Do you want...something more...from me?"

Stiles surged forward with a wordless cry to meet him, possessive mouth hot and spicy-sweet and even better than his dreams.

"Yes," he breathed, hips jerking and becoming speechless again when Derek switched to trailing bruises down his neck and below. 

It seemed like he was going to show off his tattoos after all.

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Wolf & Snow Moons event

(1/25-3/18)

This is a double event with overlapping parts.

Wolf

The January full moon is the Wolf Moon, also known as the Center, Greetings, Hard, Goose, Great, Old, Quiet, Spirit, and Stay Home Moon among other names. This year it's January 25th and the Wolf part of the event will run from then until March 18th.

It's a Seasonal event with 24 prompts. Use 3 or more prompts to write 3,000+ words (one fic or multiple with 1,000+ each,) create art, or make a standalone 24 track playlist.

Snow

2024 is a leap year!

The February full moon is the Snow Moon, also known as the Bear, Bony, Hunger, and Raccoon Moon, etc. It's on the 24th and the Snow part of the event will begin then and also run until March 18th.

This is a Moon event with 12 prompts. Use 2 or more prompts to write 1,500+ words (one fic or multiple with 750+ each,) create art, or make a standalone 12 track playlist.

If you're doing stuff for the Wolf event you can also add Snow prompts to your 3+ Wolf prompts once the second event starts 2/24.

Content, posting, and additional info here.

Ao3 collections here.

[lulivalu]

worst time to make a limbus oc but i made one

[shapeshiftinterest]

Passing Notes Cuz The Bestie is Shy: monty x sun x moon (CH 1)

some inspo from THIS comic by @toucheholland23​

monty invites sun and moon to gator golf, roxy helps

glittergolf valentines event

prompt mix:

day 5: flirting

day 8: love letters

story under the read more

Passing Notes Cuz The Bestie is Shy (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Sun and Moon were confused.

Normally the Daycare Attendants didn’t get letters; drawings from their little stars and comets, sure, but letters?

They’d seen Roxanne and Montgomery arguing above the Daycare earlier; the keytarist had wrestled something away from the other and started playing Keep Away with it before she knocked on their slide and tossed it in.

Monty started arguing again and Roxy just laughed, meanwhile Sun dove into their ballpit and retrieved the item. At first they thought of returning it, but on closer inspection the paper had his and Moon’s names sloppily written on the front.

Switching places, Moon unsheathed one of their claws and sliced the letter open. Sun would have done it himself but there weren’t any items sharp enough in the Daycare.

‘Sun and Moon,

You, me, Gator Golf.

Let’s make this happen >;P.

-Monty’

The note was peppered in ink splotches and a wobbly drawing of the three of them. Some of the punctuation was written in glittery purple ink; they laughed, Roxanne must have tried to proofread it.

“Hey, Moony, do you think this a prank?” Sun asked, twiddling his thumbs in their mind space.

Moon hummed in response and looked up, surprised to see Montgomery staring at them from above. The gator ducked down once he was spotted, snoot cautiously peaking over the railing a few minutes after.

Moon refolded the letter and carefully put it, and the envelope, into their chest compartment. “I don’t think so, Sunshine.”

Calling his line, Moon flew over and disappeared into their balcony room.

Monty sighed and deflated against the railing. Guess that meant a big, fat ‘No thanks, we don’t wanna hang out with you’.

“Boo.”

“WHAT THE FAZ-”

Moon had snuck up on him while he was moping and was now giggling at the gator in mid air, bells jingling as he kicked his legs.

“Wh-”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

Moon pretended to wipe a tear from the corner of their eye, giggles petering out to a low chuckle. Oh. Well that was doing something to Monty’s circuits he wasn’t going to think about right now.

“Yes, Sun and I would like to ‘make this happen’,“ Moon air quoted, finally touching down onto the carpet. “If the offer is still open?”

Monty could feel his tail wagging so hard his butt moved along with it. “Y-Yeah! I mean, yeah. Definitely still open. To golfing, with you guys. Uh.” Ugh, so not cool.

The bassist dug a slightly crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket (thank you staff for making his pants and dreams real!) and handed it to them. “Here’s the QR code, had one made so you guys could leave the Daycare whenever.”

"Whenever?”

Monty scratched the back of his head. “Y’kno, like, whenever whenever. Doesn’t have to just be for Gator Golf. If u just wanna hang out or junk.” Faz, he was getting nervous again.

Moon’s eyes glowed brighter, his and Sun’s face plate wasn’t movable but it felt like his grin was stretched a little wider. Sun cheered and did a few cartwheels in their mindspace.

“Whenever! Moony, we can leave the Daycare! I can leave the Daycare once we finish cleaning! WHENEVER!!!”

“Uh, guys?”

Moon blinked and focused back on Montgomery. “Does after our patrol work for you?”

His tail had calmed down during Sun and Moon’s internal conversation but picked right back up again at their RSVP. “Yeah! Gives me time to get the course ready,” He grinned.

Moon nodded, hat bell jingling. He did a little side step bounce before launching into the sky. “See you theeen~.”

Monty shook his head, circuits warming up again as he quickly made his way to Gator Golf.

Notes:

i wrote this after waking up at 5:30 something AM from an 11 hour nap

was a little sad the comic said ‘and the other one‘ instead of Moon so i wanted to change that

[the-yellow-moon-pack]

I thought I was gonna like amor more but honestly? We might be going with hydrangea 👀

[applebunch]

far more compelling for me than the fact that narrators can time-travel is the reason WHY narrators can time-travel. in-universe acknowledgement of "nothing in their universe exists outside of the things that are 'on mic'". if it isn't in an episode, it didn't actually happen. that's an actual rule that exists in the story. it has been canonized.

the stamatis's parents never spent a second alive. gemma and charlotte never actually had their wedding. every single character has only existed as far back as their flashbacks can throw them. and that's IF they have flashbacks! flashbacks are not common! leon dragging michael out of the bar didn't get a flashback, so it didn't happen! like not in just the implicit way that applies to all characters in all stories, that's an in-universe rule!

but what's really getting me is this:

greater boston starts with leon killing himself. it starts because he kills himself. the foundation of the story is leon's death on the roller coaster. that's why everything else happens. leon's death makes something in their strange world into a story worth telling. the story is the only medium through which their world is allowed to exist.

leon's death is what brought their world into existence.

or, fun reversal, the world was created SO leon could die in it, which would then create a story intriguing enough to justify the existence of the rest of the world.

huh.

[neolunanocte]

A few shots from one of the event lobbies

[these-lovely-monsters]

Mating Season

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!werewolf x f!reader

Content: hunting, primal behavior, predator/prey, sex, p in v, knotting, claiming bite, possessiveness, mild dubcon

#13 Mating/Hunting Season from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list

⋆ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ● ⋅ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ⋅ ⋆

It’s werewolf mating season in your village and it’s a full moon which means it’s time for the hunt.

It’s almost midnight and all the eligible women have been gathered in the town square to prepare for the event. You stand amongst the group, everyone dressed in thin gowns and barefooted. A cool breeze causes you to shiver or maybe it’s just the anticipation of the activities to come.

The soft murmurs of the crowd are punctuated by howls in the distance. The werewolves are prowling through the darkness, eagerly awaiting their prey. Under the bright moonlight, the women around you glance at each other with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.

When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.

You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.

Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.

Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”

Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.

When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.

Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.

Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.

Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.

He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.

Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.

You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.

When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.

Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.

“Mine.”

And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.

You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.

───

You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”

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[breelandwalker]

2024 Witches' Calendar

For all my witches out there, here's a handy list of the 2024 dates for the solstices, quarter days, full and new moons, and special events. I've listed my sources at the bottom.

Dates and times for all events are calculated for Eastern Standard Time, USA, Northern Hemisphere. Adjust for your location as needed and check the DarkSky Placefinder to see what special events will be visible in your area. Enjoy!

Solstices, Harvests, and Quarter Days

February 1-2 - Imbolc / Candlemas

March 19 - Spring Equinox / Ostara

April 30-May 1 - Beltane / May Day

June 20 - Summer Solstice / Midsummer / Litha

August 1 - Lughnasadh / Lammas / Summer Harvest

September 22 - Autumn Equinox / Mabon / Fall Harvest

October 31 - Samhain / Halloween / Final Harvest

December 21 - Winter Solstice / Yule

Full Moons

January 25 - Wolf Moon ♌

February 24 - Snow Moon ♍

March 25 - Worm Moon ♎

April 23 - Pink Moon ♏

May 23 - Flower Moon ♐

June 21 - Strawberry Moon ♑

July 21 - Thunder Moon (aka Buck Moon) ♑

August 19 - Sturgeon Moon* ♒

September 17 - Harvest Moon* ♓

October 17 - Hunter's Moon (aka Blood Moon)* ♈

November 15 - Frost Moon (or Beaver Moon)* ♉

December 15 - Cold Moon ♊

*- Supermoon

Fun Fact: The title of Harvest Moon is given to either the September or October full moon, whichever falls closest to the autumn equinox. Once again this year, that month will be September.

New Moons

January 11 ♑

February 9 ♒

March 10 ♓

April 8 ♈

May 7 ♉

June 6 ♊

July 5 ♋

August 4 ♌

September 2 ♍

October 2 ♎

November 1 ♏

December 1 ♐

December 30 (black moon) ♑

Special Celestial Events

January 3-4 - Quadrantids meteor shower peak

March 25 - Penumbral Lunar Eclipse

April 8 - Total solar eclipse

April 22-23 - Lyrids meteor shower peak

May 6-7 - Eta Aquarids meteor shower peak

August 11-13 - Perseids meteor shower peak

August 19 - Sturgeon Supermoon / Seasonal Blue Moon

September 17 - Harvest Supermoon / Penumbral Lunar Eclipse

October 2 - "Ring of Fire" solar eclipse

October 17 - Hunter's Supermoon

October 21-22 - Orionids meteor shower peak

November 15 - Frost Supermoon

November 16-17 - Leonids meteor shower peak

December 13-14 - Geminids meteor shower peak

December 30 - Black Moon

(Check the DarkSky Placefinder to see what will be visible in your area!)

Mercury Retrogrades (in case you need them)

April 1 - April 24

August 4 - August 27

November 25 - December 15

Happy Witching!

SOURCES & FURTHER READING:

Bree's Lunar Calendar Series

Bree's Secular Celebrations Series

Moon Info - Full Moon Dates for 2024

Calendar-12 - 2024 Moon Phases

Full Moonology - 2024 Full Moon Calendar

AstroStyle - All the 2024 Full Moons

Your Zodiac Sign - Astrology Calendar 2024

Old Farmer's Almanac - Mercury Retrograde Dates 2023-2024

Lonely Planet - Best Star-gazing Events of 2024

Sea and Sky - Astronomy Calendar of Celestial Events 2024

DarkSky International - Dark Sky Placefinder for Stargazing

Pagan Grimoire - Wheel of the Year: The 8 Festivals in the Wiccan Calendar (2024 Edition)

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EDIT: Mercury is stationed direct on Jan 1st, 2024. The source I used which stated it was in retrograde until the 18th had a typo.

EDIT: Fixed the zodiac signs for the full moons using a new source.

[werecreature-addicted]

Priest werewolf.

This man hasn’t shifted in years. Devoted his life to his god and learned how to repress his wolf side on full moons.

But one day he meets a new member of the church

Shes so innocent. Such a pretty thing. Oh how beautiful she looks when her eyes look in his. If only she knew how she makes the wolf in him wanna claw its way out. Mate and breed with her.

So he keeps his distance. Avoiding her. Oh and how she is saddened by this. Thinking he doesnt like herbor she did somthing wrong.

Evently she catchs him alone. On his knees, praying. Of course he smells her. Oh how she smells so good.

Their alone left in the chapel by themselves.

He faces her. Begging her to leave but the innocent girl doesnt move.

Oh how easy it was for the wolf to break from his chains that very second.

Later in the morning he will pray for forgiveness for defiling his gods chapel.

But he does not reget taking his mate home and beginning their new life together.

god anon your mind.

the thought of a werewolf hunched over a pew trying to bite back the wolf inside him, the part of him that's screaming to go out and hunt you down. he placates the monster by touching himself. He recalls your scent and imagines what it would be like to taste you, to claim you. He's disgusted with himself the second after he cums. He's worked so hard to be the man his community thinks he is and for it all to come crumbling down over some girl...it's pathetic.

He cleans himself up he prays for forgiveness and he puts on a brave face when he sees you again. his sermons are heavily about lust and about greed. He hopes that he can remind himself that he's better than his animal instincts. but then you stay after to speak with him, catch him when he's weak, praying for salvation from his temptation....

Next thing he knows he's got you pinned on the floor his claws ripping up the wooden floorboards as you beg for him to knot your pretty cunt. or at least your body is begging to be knotted. it's hard to speak when you have his tongue in your mouth.

everything he's ever worked for has come crashing down around his ears as soon as he meets you. but he wouldn't trade you, trade his mate, for the world.

[triskhellion]

Stuff I wrote over the last few months

For the Mead Moons event:

Second Chance Strays  E | 8.4k | magical stiles | fuck or die | getting together

Thunder E | 12k | werefox-kitsune stiles | rural montana | angst & fluff & smut 

While We Still Have Time  T | 3.1k | road trip | angst w/ a happy ending | getting together

Perhaps (Steter) E | 7.3k | strangers to lovers | mating bites | murder husbands

CLAIM! E | 11.9k | getting together | making up | angst & fluff & smut

The Depths E | 1.5k (WIP) | post-nogitsune stiles | sea creature derek | norway

For Flash Fiction Friday:

Awoo For You T | 1k | est. relationship | crack fic | eurodance

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Welcome to the first event!

Now until July 31st!

If you were considering doing something, but were too busy, etc, before or if this is your first time hearing of it, good news: You have a whole other month! (Until the day before the next full moon.)

This will take place between the dates of the next two full moons: June 3rd and July 3rd. (Edit: Now until July 31st!)

June’s is the Strawberry Moon, also called the Rose Moon and the Hot Moon.

July’s is the Buck Moon, also called the Hay Moon, Thunder Moon, Herb/Wyrt Moon, and Claiming Moon.

Depending on the region both are also known as the Mead Moon, hence the name and theme of the event. (The Mead Moon can also refer to the full moon closest to the summer solstice, which is in June most of the time, but is in July this year.) 

The summer solstice is June 21st, Midsummer Eve is June 23rd, and Midsummer Day is June 24th.

There are 3 ways to participate: fic, art or playlists involving 3 or more of the 21 prompts:

3s and 7s, self-expression 

Creative number 21

Fall into Altered Reality 

Frightening, enlightening or fun

 

Aphrodisiacs can induce

lovers, friends or strangers to fuck

The avatar of a dancing deity

Becomes a velvet antlered Buck

 

A courtship hunt before the Claiming

Games and riddles with the Fae

On the night of the next Full Moon

Rendezvous for a roll in the Hay

Herbs and nectar for a Honeymoon 

Converts Hot water into Mead

In the light of the Midnight Sun

A mischievous Midsummer Night’s Dream

Rumination, rambling, and Revelry 

A Ritual at the Rose of a thousand thorns

A Solstice feast of wild plum and Strawberry

Awaits between rainbows and dark Thunder storms

--Event info below--

Rules and requirements:

New or unpublished works are accepted for this event. Feel free to combine with other ongoing or upcoming events.

For Writers:

3,000 words minimum using 3 or more of the 21 prompts. 

This can be one work or multiple works of at least 1,000 words each. No maximum for word count or amount of works. 

For Artists:

Use 3 or more of the prompts to create visuals (drawings, gifsets, manips, vids/edits, moodboards, etc.) Can be one work or multiple. 

For Mixers:

There are 2 options for standalone fanmixes:

Use 3-7 prompts to make a playlist of 21 tracks. At least 3 tracks per prompt used. (For example: A playlist with 4 prompts — 5 songs for Rose, 7 songs for Full Moon, 3 songs for Thunder, and 6 songs for Altered Reality.) Arrange them however you like: all grouped together in segments, whatever flows best, randomly, etc.

Make a playlist of 21 songs with 1 song for every prompt in any order.

If you’re attaching a playlist to a fanfic or art post:

Do whatever you want, but you get extra cool points for 21 tracks and including 1 or more songs for every prompt that you use and/or 3 songs for at least one prompt.

Put your playlists on Spotify, YouTube or both so I can listen to them. 😉

Content:

This is an event for fans of Sterek, but it’s Sterek & Stuff for a reason. I’m a multishipper and some of you might be too, so the deal is if you pay the Sterek Toll you can do other Teen Wolf ships (or pre-ships and gen) in separate works in your series should you desire.

The Sterek Toll is:

At least 2 prompts and 1,000 words of Sterek for writers.

At least 2 prompts and 1 piece of art for artists.

Music is generally up to interpretation so unless you go out of your way to say it’s not for Sterek don’t worry about it, lol. But if mixers want a toll too then it’s 2-7 prompts and a 14 track playlist.  

All Sterek all the time is of course always welcome and there will be a Sterek Only subcollection on AO3 and separate Sterek and NonSterek posts on Tumblr. (Assuming anyone does NonSterek, lol.)

To count as a Sterek fanfic Stiles and Derek have to be together by the end of the work. The story should focus on them, but feel free to include other characters too. 

Sterek Plus and Sterek Poly go in the other ships category and is subject to the Sterek Toll.

Allowed:

Any background ship.

Crossovers as long as the focus is on Sterek (or other TW characters if you’ve paid the Sterek Toll.)

Angst, whump, and dark themes as long as the story (the last related work if it's part of a series) ends on an upbeat or hopeful note and there’s nothing from the Nope section.

Nope:

No permanent death of Stiles or Derek. If you’re doing a series in the same setting they both have to be alive and together (or have the possibility of being together in the future) in the last related work. This applies to other TW works too. (No permanently killing off whoever is in any other main ship either.)

No miserable, tragic endings. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect and happily ever after, but the last related work should at least have a hopeful or “we’ll make the best of this shit” ending for Stiles and Derek (or other main ship.) 

No explicit descriptions or depictions of sexual activity under 16. (Kissing, dating, references or vague descriptions are okay.)

No bestiality. (As in regular animals. Xeno /Tera with beta or full shifted Derek, Stiles, etc, is okay.)

No scat.

No death or gore fetishes. (As in rotting corpses and gaping wounds and stuff. Bloodplay is okay.)

No Real Person Fiction.

Make sure to tag accurately!

Posting:

The event starts at 5:30am PDT (12:30pm GMT) on June 3rd so please don’t post before then. 

Now officially ending at 11:59pm PDT on July 31st (6:59am GMT on August 1st,) but late posting accepted.

On Tumblr:

Tag your work here with #mead moons and #mead moons (prompt) for each prompt that you use. (Ex: #mead moons fae.) At @sterek-and-stuff-events. 

If you’re doing multiple works put links to the previous works in each new post. The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.

On AO3:

I’ll post the links to the AO3 collections on the morning of June 3rd. There will be a main Mead Moons collections and subcollections for Music, Art, Stories, and Sterek Only works. 

If you’re doing multiple works put them in a series. (Mead Moons or something related to your prompts.) The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.

Post your works to the main collection and relevant subcollections below.

The collections:

The main collection. Everything goes here.

Sterek only works.

You’ve reached the end!

Once more the prompts are: 21, Altered Reality, Aphrodisiacs, Becomes, Buck, Claiming, Fae, Full Moon, Hay, Herbs, Honeymoon, Hot, Mead, Midnight Sun, Midsummer Night’s Dream, Revelry, Ritual, Rose, Solstice, Strawberry, and Thunder. (They're up to your interpretation!)

Thanks for checking out the event. I hope you enjoy creating and/or reading, looking at, and listening to the works! 

I'm @triskhellion

Discord.

[barblaz-arts]

Barblaz's Wenclair AU's masterpost

*NOTE: This is sorted by order of chronological events. If you want to see them by date posted, make sure you're in my blog before clicking on the name of the AU in the tags if ur on mobile. If ur on desktop, click on my blog's name first then click on the tag for the AU. Have fun backreading mwah!

Inuyasha AU - AU based on the anime Inusyasha. For the youngsters unfamiliar with it, it's an old anime about a modern Japanese teenager named Kagome who gets magicked to a feudal Japan that is terrorized by demons. She accidentally awakens a half-demon named Inuyasha(literally means demon dog) who was sealed frozen in time by Kagome's ancestor and Inuyasha's first love, Kikyo

Wednesday meets the half-demon Enid

Familiar faces

Kitty the Manticore

Pokemon AU - name speaks for itself i think.

Hex Maniac Wednesday and Cute Trainer Enid want to battle!(over a Mimikyu?)

Cover art

Getting to know Wednesday and Enid's Pokemons

List of Gym Leaders, Elite Four and the Champions

The Balcony Talk: Pokemon AU Edition

The boys awakening some "green-eyed monsters"

Challenging Champions Morticia and Gomez Addams(warning: it's still a WIP)

When you're part of their team...

Fanart by @enidtendo64

"Wenclair in my moot's styles" drawing meme by @kris-6758

Fanfics inspired by this AU by IntrusiveCreativity on AO3

Next Gen Nevermore AU - Wednesday and Enid as wives with a daughter named Vega

Meet Vega Addams

She has (both) her mothers' eyes

Mothers and daughter

Enid the wildlife rescuer

Baby's first wolf out

Vega's love for the extraterrestrial

Domestic Addamses

Full Moon nights are Family Nights

Finding the right 'do

The Heroes of Nevermore

Height Difference

Enrollment

SkyWolf

SkyWolf Meet Cute

Meet Sora Toriyama

Clowning each other like an old married couple

Principal Barclay

Clingy wolf

Family Day

Meeting Mrs. and Mrs. Addams

Full Moon Nights are Family Nights(ft. Sora)

Vega's favorite place: Sora's shoulder

Vega's Uncle Pugsley and his diverse children

Vega's Uncle Pubert, bane of her existence

Pubert fucks around and finds out

Happy Halloween

Regine Ottinger

Voices for Vega, Sora, Regine, and Pubert(ask)

The Mystery Missfits

Get to know Vega's cousins

Sora and Regine's parents

Bonus Vega fanfics by other authors:

Enid and Wednesday have a very important conversation with their daughter (by @eggplant-crusader)

Sora visits the Addamses (by TheVeryGayLouvio on AO3)

The aftermath of Vega's first wolf out by @whitebeltwriter

Vega and Sora's misadventures by @whitebeltwriter

Meet the Addamses AU - based on the movie Meet the Robinsons. Due a magical mishap, Vega Addams accidentally brings teen Enid Sinclair into the future and desperately tries to hide from Enid that the Addamses are the family she will eventually marry into.

Wednesday's daughter is full of woe(and stressed as FUCKK)

Addamses of the future

Enid Addams

See you later

Witchcraft Baby AU - loosely inspired by Lilo and Stitch. Wednesday is a witch who used Enid's blood to make a homunculus. The consequences are dire as their creation is taboo and Wednesday used the blood of a Sinclair to do it. Wednesday wants everyone to leave her and her creation alone, meanwhile all Enid sees is a chance for family.

A deal is made(fic)

Wednesday backstory(fic)

Vega the Homunculus (art)

Jailbreak (art)

[shapeshiftinterest]

Passing Notes Cuz The Bestie is Shy: monty x sun x moon (CH 2)

some inspo from THIS comic by @toucheholland23

monty asks roxy to help him ask sun and moon out

glittergolf valentines event

prompt mix:

day 5: flirting

day 8: love letters

story under the read more

Passing Notes Cuz The Bestie is Shy (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

“Run that by me again?” Roxy said, pulling her mane into a loose ponytail. Sure she looked amazing with her hair down but mixing it up sounded like fun. Maybe she could get the Daycare Attendant to teach her how to braid.

Monty groaned and dramatically flopped back on Roxy’s couch, mindful of his claws and tail. Wouldn’t do to wreck her stuff when he needed her help.

���This’ like the 5th time I toldja! I wanna ask Sun ‘n Moon out.”

“PPFFF! You’ve never even talked to them, dumbass. ‘S not like any of us have either since Glams aren’t allowed in the Daycare.”

She turned her head this way and that, admiring how her mane swished back and forth. Ooooh, maybe she could ‘accidentally‘ turn too fast when it was Y/N’s turn for check ups and smack them in the face. Hopefully give that jerk a concussion.

Monty kicked the opposite couch arm and huffed, crossing his arms. “So? I didn’t ask for yer opinion, Rox. I just wanna hang out with them is all.”

“Just do the reverse, duh.”

“Huh?”

Shrugging, Roxy unscrewed a bottle and started applying some mascara.

“If we can’t get in cuz of protocols, just find a way to get them out,” she said, glancing at him from the mirror.

“...”

She shrieked as Monty hastily picked her up and swung them in a circle, mascara bottle falling to the floor. “MONTY!!”

“Thanks, Rox! Gotta go, yer the best!” He yelled, barreling out the door. She chuckled, picking up her fallen mascara...

...only to look in the mirror and find her make up ruined.

“MONTGOMERY GATOR GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!”