#gusti wolf

[rwpohl]

orient express, victor tourjansky 1944

[paperbackribs]

update: 🐺werewolf Steve, 🦇bat Eddie completed on Ao3 here

How to survive a werewolf attack, Eddie mentally repeats to himself in a determinedly bright manner, channelling every nature documentary he’s ignored. His resolve does little to quiet the jolt of fear that had run through him as it turned into— that.

“How to survive a werewolf attack,” Eddie mutters to himself as it pads one giant paw towards him in the middle of Steve’s living room, hoping that speaking aloud will clear the bees buzzing in his brain, focusing all his thoughts in one direction: he should run.

“How the fuck do I survive a werewolf attack?” Eddie frantically yells at Dustin standing by the couch, grinning a gummy smile back at him with his hands casually thrown in his pockets.

The wolf growls lightly at his tone and Eddie’s head snaps back, alarmed that he’d allowed himself to look away from those intent yellow eyes for even a moment. But as scary as the predatory look is, the size of its head is just as terrifying. As large as Eddie’s torso with a wide, fanged mouth to match. Faintly, Eddie mentally compares one long tooth to the length of his hand.

This is how he dies Eddie realises with a thumping heart.

Not the bats.

Not Vecna.

No, a giant, golden mahogany werewolf nearly as tall as his fully grown adult body is going to open that massive mouth and swallow him down whole.

The beast stops, gaze narrowing to the pulse pounding in Eddie’s neck and he quickly slaps a hand over it, trying to limit the temptation of the tasty blood slash fresh meat vibe he must be giving off. It sits back on its heels; a movement Eddie feels shudder through the carpet at his feet and turns its head to Robin with a slight whine.

She scowls at Eddie, stepping forward to bury her hand comfortingly into the plush at its furry neck. “Don’t listen to him, Steve. He’s just being a big baby.” Shifting her fingers to scratch under its ears, the werewolf—Steve, Eddie hastily corrects himself as Robin continues to glare at him—half-closes its eyes in bliss. Though, he notes that it—he—still keeps his gaze steadily trained on Eddie.

Swallowing, Eddie tries to remember what they had just been talking about, but it’s lost in the chaotic whirlwind of his thoughts and the adrenalin urging his heels back. All of it consumed by the conviction that Eddie is prey in front of predator and about to be fed to what used to be Steve Harrington.

“Oh my god,” he moans, hands coming up to pull his hair down to hide behind, “Am I a sacrifice?”

Lucas sighs in exasperation, “I told you we should’ve showed him photos or something first.” Max makes a derisive sound and sits cross-legged next to Steve’s wide chest; he gently leans against her with a small thump of his tail. “He was always going to freak out, may as well get it over with.”

Eddie would really like to get the small child away from the massive beast right now; despite the fact that Max is a sophomore and would likely rip him a new one at even the suggestion. But it does help, seeing her casually play with the fur under her hand, and the bees die down a little, just enough to remember why they had called him here.

“You wanted to show me this—” Max squints at him and Eddie changes tack “—show me Steve turning into a wolf because you’re concerned about me.” The ridiculousness of it strikes through him, bubbling over into half-hysterical laughter. “Shouldn’t you be worried about the massive fucking fangs near Max’s head right now.”

The wolf lets out a gusty sound that Eddie can only imagine is a sigh and thumps onto his belly, stretching his head out to rest on crossed-over paws as big as dinner plates. The position should look less threatening, but all Eddie can see is how the jaw of the creature has been thrown into sharp relief, emphasising how far it could probably unhinge if given an incentive. He slaps his hand back over his pulsing neck again.

El appears by his side and he nearly jumps a foot, not having noticed her approach while focusing so fiercely on the wolf. She takes his hand, gently saying, “It is okay, Eddie. He’s only Steve and he would never hurt you.”

He keeps a hold of her hand. The Steve he’s come to know since Spring Break has seemed like a pretty good dude, sure; but, the one thing he does know, is that the guy would take a bullet for every kid in this room.

It's not cowardice to hide behind a kid, he reassures himself. Not when the kid isn’t in any danger. Max shoots him a dark look again and he suspects that she’s seen through his intentions. He clears his throat, focussing on El’s kind and reassuring squeeze of his hand, “Right. Why is Steve a werewolf?”

“Good question,” the bill of Dustin’s hat bobs in his approval, “Back in ’84 we were in these tunnels, you see and —”

“Short version, Dustin,” Robin interrupts, which is frankly ironic of her Eddie thinks, knowing she falls into extended explanations herself.

Dustin screws up his face, but condenses the story, “We were attacked by dog versions of the demogorgons and since then Steve has gone all furry whenever he wants.” He waves a hand at the prostrate wolf who continues to placidly watch their conversation, “I see where you went with werewolf but technically, he’s not forced to turn at a full moon.”

Will exchanges a look with Mike as they lean against the opposite wall, “Not technically, no. But he does get weird around it.” El tugs him to sit down with her and Max, but Eddie lets go of her hand, unwilling to let cede the high ground when it’s the only thing keeping his feet ready to run if Steve decides to demonstrate how weird he can get.

“Shouldn’t he have…” Eddie waves a hand over his face with a splaying motion of his fingers. He hasn’t seen a demogorgon yet, but the kids had described them to him, and the demo-bats apparently had the same set-up of gaping maws exploding like a fanged cross over their face.

“Another great question, Eddie,” Max rolls her eyes, “Let me just consult my instruction manual on the Upside Down and get back to you.”

“It’s a fair question, Max,” Lucas says softly and she relents, “Yeah, but he looks like he’s about to throw up and Steve would hate the mess.” The wolf snorts and nudges her with his muzzle; she lightly strokes the top of his nose with a responding smile.

“Our best guess is that the demo-dogs and demo-bats are a weird mix of actual animal and Upside Down creepiness,” Robin says, letting go of Steve to sit on the couch behind him, “And Steve got infected with the actual animal part but the woo-woo creepiness is what helps him turn into the wolf.”

Eddie’s guts turn to liquid, and he hovers suddenly uncertain hands over his body; right beside the areas still scarred from his own demo-bat bites. “Wait a second,” he rasps, “Steve got bit by the dog version and he turns into this. So if I got bit by the bat versions…”

“That’s why we’re telling you,” Lucas explains frankly, “It didn’t happen straight away with Steve so we thought that you should have a heads up at the very least.” Dustin gestures down Eddie’s body with a demanding hand, “And you can tell us if you notice any weird changes.”

“What?” Eddie asks a little wildly, “Like if my voice drops and I get hair in new and wonderful places?” Robin and Dustin exchange worried glances and the latter falls back on a soothing tone that he hasn’t managed since cornering Eddie in the boathouse while he was on the run, “There’s no guarantee that you were infected…” Robin winces at the word choice as Eddie’s eyes widen. “…but you should tell us if you notice anything different, just in case.”

Eddie wants to collapse onto the floor. Just crouch there with his hands pressed comfortingly against his eyes to shut out the insanity this afternoon has turned into. But eyeing how close Steve with his monster fangs is, Eddie refuses to get any closer. He may as well lay on his back and strip for good measure. That way Steve won’t get any denim stuck in his teeth; he thinks the last thought with a small hiccup.

The massive head raises and turns to look over its—his—shoulder with a questioning whine. Robin’s faces hardens slightly, and her arms come up to cross over her chest. “You go for a run or something, I’ve got this.”

Eddie watches those tree trunks for legs rise and feels something quake inside, doing nothing for his pounding pulse that had only just started to subside. Steve looks back at him one more time before licking Dustin’s hand and butting his head against Robin’s knee to trot through the living room towards the backyard.

Chapter 1

[thetxtdevil]

The Bat and the Wolf

Vampire Beomgyu x Werewolf Reader

summary: You just celebrated becoming a full fledged adult wolf. Spending a few nights with Beomgyu causes your wolf to come out.

content: smut, best friends to lovers, vampire/dom gyu, werewolf/sub fem.reader, heat sex, breeding kink, praising, missionary, mention of doggy style, a lot of sweat and blood sucking, let me know if i'm missing anything

word count: 2.7k

running with the wolfs,

in the dead of night, gusty breeze flies through the thick fur of the giant cainines, one tiny vampire bat flutters above them following the pack on their journey. the journey being a sweet meadow, a perfect place to curl up for the night.

the pack of gray wolves start to change, bulky bodies turn into smaller human ones, fur vanishing from their skin. the little bat on top flutters in circles quickly landing on the ground transforming into a man. one female werewolf walks up to the vampire, stopping to look at him.

"a little messy tonight aren't we?" you giggle at the vampire's dried bloody lips.

"yeah i was running late, i had to take a small drink before i lost you" beomgyu says while rubbing his thumb on his lips.

"well, i'm glad you made it" you say as you walk back to your pack.

beomgyu has known you for awhile ever since you were older pup. he's become accustomed to the werewolf world, always intrigued by their nomadic lifestyle. beomgyu walking into your circle of the pack with open arms, he smiles and looks at you. you were being nonchalant but you were grateful for your families acceptance of the vampire.

✥✥✥

you met on a foggy day, the land was so thick with clouds a vampire could go out with the sun out and not get burnt and thats what beomgyu did. recently learning a new power of his, he swooshes through the black forest trees in his bat form. zooming, zig-zag patterns around the tall pines, he soon becomes tired. with his bat claws, he latched onto a branch, looking at the world upside-down until his eyes closed.

pointed ears twitched by the snapping of twigs. beomgyu ignored it until he heard the whimpers of a wolf. gyu opens his little bat eyes, clawing at the branch so he can see right-side up. there it was, the source of noises, a not so fully grown wolf, shiny silver fur tarnished by specks of mud. the head of the wolf was low, sniffing the path, looking up every once in a while obviously trying to find their way. beomgyu studies the wolf, intrigued by the personified movements it made. de-clawing the branch, gyu drops from the tree landing as his vampire self. silently walking towards the lost wolf, snap, gyu winces at the sound as the wolf turns around and growls at him.

"i'm sorry, sorry" gyu raises his hand in surrender.

your wolf stopped, looking at the flinched man. his long lashes brushed his cheeks as he squints, his teeth shown a set of long vampire teeth. your wolf head tilts making your perked ears flop to one side to the other. if this was a feral vampire wouldn’t he already attack me instead of flinching like a dork? you thought to yourself. beomgyu unravels himself from his cautious state looking at the hesitant puppy. he couldn't help himself but to crouch down reaching his hand towards you. even your wolf eyes showed signs of judgment.

"are you lost?" gyu asks "my name is beomgyu, i'm friendly i promise" he smiles barring his sharp fangs to you again.

"can i pet you?" he asks

you moved closer to him, he finally touches the silky fur of yours, satisfied with the softness. you smirk to yourself, finally deciding to change into your human form.

"if only i get to touch your long pretty hair" you say, close to his face, noses barely touching. gyu silently screams and falls on his ass. you laugh at him, standing up and grab his hand to pull the vampire up from the ground. gyu now has gotten a good view of your human form, finding similarities in your eyes and your wolf's eyes.

"unfortunately i am lost, but i'm happy to have a companion" your small smile fills the vampire's non-pumping heart. he nods bashfully and walks with you.

✥✥✥

it's safe to say that you guys became best friends from that day, so your disappointment was valid when your pack decided to have your birthday party during daylight. you pout as your mom goes wild preparing your party.

"mom you know beomgyu can't stand in the sun why did it have to be during the day?"

"y/n this is a very important milestone for your wolf so a lot of your family is coming and they probably don't want to travel back home all night"

today was the day when you celebrate your birthday and your wolf celebrated adulthood. you shake at the fact that you were getting older. even more so for the fact that you're going to start your heats. the horror stories you've heard, when you don't have a partner to help you along through the aching days. you feared the day it would come because you had no one.

even though beomgyu wasn't there to make you laugh and make fun of you in your party hat, you had a good time. later that night, as the party settled and your extended family left, you relaxed by the fire with an empty plate where your cake used to be. you look out in the distance, everything glowed by the crescent moon, surrounded by trees that swayed by a comforting wind. then you spotted something, a figure of the night. you look over to your mom and tell her that you’re gone for the night.

you walk up to the shadowy figure with a small smile knowing who it is. finally arriving at the start of the forest, you look behind a tree. no was there, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. am i missing gyu that much? suddenly your feel a shocking poke on your sides making you jump. turning around you see the toothy grin of the handsome vampire.

"don't scare me like that" you say while you hit him.

"sorry, but you're too easy" gyu says rubbing the spot you hit him "i was thinking of taking the birthday girl to the old cabin by the algae lake since i couldn't be with you today."

you smile, agreeing with his plans, but you had a gut feeling that you should stray far. beomgyu pouts at your hesitation, there was no way you could say no to his cute pout. you roll your eyes saying "yes" and he drags you through the woods. the cabin was like your guys' grownup version of a tree house. the wooden shelter was run down, mold and insect infested when you first found it on your hikes. the two of you decided to make it your fixer-upper making it yours.

arriving to the algae lake, you were in awe to see already lit tiki torches that lead the way to the cabin's entrance. beomgyu held your hand like you were a princess leading you to the cabin. inside was a lit up fireplace and a nest of blankets. you squeak at the sight instantly diving into the plush softness. gyu gets your attention by shaking bags of your favorite chips, you look over as he shows you a table full of your favorite snacks.

wow i really am getting the princess treatment

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you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, you're not feeling good. rubbing your eyes you look over to gyu on your shared bed. he was reading in the dark seeming relaxed. your faint illness made you want physical touch, you snake your hand for gyu's hand and he accepts it. cuddled up, you were grateful for his cold temperature it felt nice against your burning one.

after a while you decided that it would be best to get ready for the day. face washed, fully clothed, with a coffee in your hand you sat on a chair on the cabin's porch enjoying the musky scent of wood. closing your eyes, you begin to daydream, what would vampire/werewolf mixed children look like? more specifically what they would look like with gyu's facial features. maybe one would have his handsome round features adorned with his signature wolf-cut matching your wolf side and the other one would have your plush cheeks that would scrunch up their eyes hiding their red irises.

fantasy cut short when you got a whiff of the vampire's rose scent. you look through the screen door of the cabin to see beomgyu lurking trying to stay out of the sun's rays. you smile at the clingy man, looking down at you empty mug, maybe it's time to go back inside.

back inside of the cabin, you sit on the couch having music playing in the background. gyu's head laying on your lap, you watch him as he talked, watching his prominent adams apple move, and his lips curving into a smile when he was recalling a story about his clan. you played with his hands noting every bulging vein and how long his fingers were. has his hands always looked this enticing? before you knew it the sun faded away causing the house to get cold. oh how badly to wanted to get closer to the vampire. your ill feeling hasn't lightened up, in fact, it has gotten worse. you have a burning sensation in your throat, even though you felt like you should lay down you also felt restless. you tell gyu that you were going to take a shower hoping it will make you feel better. walking away, the vampire stares lasers into you. he knew something was off, he could smell you so clearly.

✥✥✥

heat rushes through your body, thighs rubbing together, your cunt aching, breasts hurt. you moan yourself out of sleep, launching your back off the bed. you sat there drenched in sweat, you whimper at the sensation, splaying your hand on beomgyu's side of the bed looking for the vampire. gyu was gone and worry bubbles up in your mind. you felt lonely, even though you have the power and knowlege to easily get out of the woods, you don't think you were in the right mindset for that right now.

light sounds of footsteps come closer showing gyu with a big bottle of filtered water.

"hey, y/n you were whining and twisting a lot in your sleep, is something wrong?"

you aggressively tore the bottle out of his hands, thanking him, and then gulping it down in one breathe. the vampire lays on his side next to you watching you in worry. still thankful for his kindness you grab his face and smash your lips against his. beomgyu had no complaints, he honestly been wanting to do this, however he never thought you'd be in this condition. beomgyu deepens the kiss as you went ahead and straddle his hips. sloppily making out, you didn't realize that your soaked cunt was grinding on him so hard there was a wet spot forming on his trousers.

you part yourself from him "sorry i-" gyu's big rosewood orbs stares at you "i think i'm in heat..."

gyu knowing somethings since being friends with you, he understands what you mean by being "in heat." thinking of all those times your werewolf brothers would brag about their bitch in heat. he never understood the pleasure that came from a wolf to be so needy and hot until he looks at you in this moment. you were always beautiful to beomgyu but now you were glistening in sweat, as your hair sticked on your face making curl designs, framing your scrunch up eyebrows above your big round eyes. your boobs looked perkier than usual, and the way your legs straddled him, and your scent. your scent was so strong it made his eye roll into his head making gyu think you were made for him.

"i'll give you what you need only if you let me have what i need..." beomgyu smirks.

"anything PLEASE i neeeeed you" you've become needier and needier by the second, humping gyu without a care.

the vampire lays you down, stripping you away from your clothes "i didn't specify what i needed" he bends down to your ear "i'd like to feed from you"

you shiver from his breathe brushing against your skin and aggressively nod.

"will you agree to anything i say?" the vampire chuckles.

you moan at the feeling of his knee slightly against your cunt. you nod furiously, beomgyu's eyes widen when you wrap your hands around his head just to push his face to your neck. the vampire was stunned by your willingness, all those times he has asked to sink his teeth into you, you'd flee. round nose grazing the column of your sweaty neck, gyu shivered at how vulnerable you were right now.

a few licks here and there, he stretches his mouth open. you were already a whining mess, but right as you felt beomgyu's sharp fangs dig into your flesh you screamed in pleasure. you didn't know that the pain from a bloodsucking would balance the pain of your heat. while engulfing your blood, gyu massages your sore boobs causing you to lift your hips into him.

"gyu just breed me already"

beomgyu retracts his fangs from you, stripping off his sweats. thinking to himself that he's never really considered you a domestic type but he shivered at the thought of you carrying his baby wolfbats. freeing his cock, he watches you eyes locked, you spread your legs further apart. your pussy lips shining from a great amount of juices, your hole clenching around nothing welcoming anything to be stuffed into you. gyu licks his lips, pumping his dick a few times before inserting himself into you.

it felt like fireworks were going off in your heated mind "f-feels s'good"

clawing your long nails into beomgyu's lower back to have him go deeper inside you. the vampire grunts at how amazing your cunt feels around him, he felt like your horny mind was spreading onto him. he couldn't get enough of the arousing sensations of your gummy walls, the sounds of your moans and bodies slapping against one another. kissing your shoulder a few times he gives into your scent again biting and sucking your shoulder. the pain and pleasure fuels you, the heat has taken over your vision and awareness. all you know that you were feeling good being filled up.

"cum inside"

beomgyu licking the blood off your shoulder, he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it, determined to have you cum with him. millions of pleasurable "yes" fly out of your mouth. your back arched as you came, in return having gyu letting his seed fill you up. your back plops back into the bed, laying there breathless. you look into his red eyes and his long hair sticking to his sweaty skin. gyu witnesses your simple state change as your pupils dilated and breathing from shallow to a fast rate along with hearing your heart pounding so fast he thought you may explode.

"need you again"

"alright, but i'm going to have you turn over this time"

you kneel up to get into beomgyu's face, kiss and smirk at him before you twist your body bending down. ass in gyu's face you wiggle it in front of him. if vampires could die you would be his cause of death.

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after three days of no-stop sex, your wolf was finally satisfied with the full load you had in your belly. you laid there in the messy bed desperately in need for a wash with a small smile on your face and rubbing your tummy. a shirtless vampire, showing off his faded back scratches, enters the room smiling at your contentment,

"you need a shower or bath or something... you look like shit"

your best friend always knew what to say. you lift your torso up and look at him with your infamous puppy eyes, "can you help me, i don't think my legs will allow me to get up"

beomgyu chuckles as he walks towards, kneeling in front of you between your legs. massaging the weak limbs, he gives you sweet pecks on the lips. your fingers brush his long hair to expose more of his face,

"thank you for a great birthday"

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[yuesya]

Zenin Toji did not know how to take care of children.

… It’s not a skill that he’d ever thought he would need, yet here he was, holding a fragile kid in his arms. A little girl that he could snap in half like a twig, except there’s something about the thought that makes him recoil and reject it –even though it shouldn’t matter to him. Toji is capable of cruelty, of ruthlessness. He’s a hitman, an assassin, a lone wolf that will bare its fangs at any target for the right price–

–and he has a daughter.

He has a daughter, now. The thought is still so surreal to him, despite the all-too-real weight currently asleep in his arms.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved with that woman, he thinks. Kind eyes and a bright smile, hands that were smooth and soft and likely hadn’t seen a single callus in her entire lifetime… but in the end, Gojo Hina and Zenin Toji belonged to completely different worlds. That had been obvious from the start.

It had been a nice distraction while it lasted, though.

… But it would’ve been nicer if it hadn’t resulted in a child. Fuck. Why did he even take the girl with him, anyways?

Toji scowls.

Even now, he still doesn’t know what had possessed him at the time. It’s not in Toji’s nature to be charitable, and it’s not as if he’s attached to a faceless daughter whom he’s never seen before–

But she’s not faceless now, not anymore. Pale-skinned with delicate features, not unlike her mother… and white hair. He’s going to have to do something about that eye-catching white hair; while it was likely that the Gojo Clan could easily put together that it was Toji who had easily stolen the unwanted bastard child away, there was no need to broadcast things. A little deniability would go a long way in convincing others to overlook the girl, if Toji intended to keep her.

… Did he intend to keep her?

Toji doesn’t know. He hadn’t thought that far, when he’d picked the girl up and walked out of the Gojo estate with her. She was light. Too light, too thin. Bony in a way that kids shouldn’t be. And the injuries that he’d found on her body…

…

A gusty sigh blows out through his lips, and Toji runs a hand through his hair restlessly.

“What a fucking mess,” he grouses.

[jiubilant]

Does Shurri get up to visit frozen Winter(hold) wonderland much to see her pa after the two reconcile?

In some particulars, Shiv thinks, she's sipping tea with a stranger. So is he. But some things haven't changed.

"The game," she announces like a bookie, unfolding the pegboard across the page-strewn desk, "is halatafl—"

"Mind my cup," says the Archmage of Winterhold, and whisks it out of the way with one hand. His face cuts peevish through the steam. "We can't just play draughts?"

"—in the vernacular," Shiv continues virtuously, ignoring him, "known as wolf"—she drops one of the two red-painted pegs into its hole, then taps it with a claw—"and sheep."

She places her second wolf with predatory delicacy, then arranges the rest of the pegs on his side of the board: twenty of them, white as lambkins, to her two. Her father, swathed in the sort of sumptuous silk dressing-gown that he'd once eyed wistfully in Taarie's store—and a frumpy fur rug, because silk's not worth a sneeze in his freezing hold—begins to look interested.

"Ah," he says, smiling with one side of his mouth. "Well. If the odds are in my favor."

Shiv grins at him with all her sharpest teeth.

* * *

"Again?" she asks after the third game.

"Ai," says the Archmage. It's the sort of gusty Velothi exclamation she'd heard every day of her childhood—after climbing down from the roof, usually, or coaxing him to buy her a bag of havreflarn. He turns a despairing smile on her. "It hasn't been an hour?"

"Half." She smiles back with just her eyes. "You might win this time."

The old man makes an eloquent face. "Set the board."

It's one of those northern nights best spent, Shiv thinks drily, in the south. Or playing board games. The stone walls of the study, glacial to the touch, muffle the wailing wind. Ice crusts the eye-shaped window behind the Archmage's desk; it rattles in its frame, battered by the blizzard's white fist. But she's stoked the fire bright, and the little room is warm where the firelight spreads.

It glints on two empty teacups and the Archmage's rings, garnet and gold, as he reaches across the board. His fingers twitch above the pegs. They curl, but don't bend. He watches his hand contort itself like a spider for a moment, patiently, then leans forward in his wheelchair and—with his other hand, the steady one—closes the spasming fingers around one of his sheep.

"If only," he murmurs, amused, "one could magic the pieces to move of their own accord."

One could, in a college for wizards. Almost everyone could. Shiv watches him move the peg. He practices with the palsied hand, stretching it, writing, picking things up and putting them down, for at least an hour a day. He's getting better at it. The letter he'd sent her after his latest fit—apoplexy, he'd called it later, and gently explained that it would likely happen again—had been so scrambled and smudged that she hadn't even finished it before throwing herself at the High Queen's feet, like a trophy pelt, to beg leave of her court.

Now, two months later, he's well enough to stay up late and lose at tafl. She can probably bring up things that might distress him. She hasn't.

"I've been thinking more, of late," he's saying, "on that sort of thing. The, ah, the everyday good that magic could do—the great help it could be to those with, with hands that shake, or bones that ache, and suchlike, if it were only more commonplace." His eyes travel, thoughtful and sharp, across the board—navigating his next three moves, as usual. "My cane leaps into my hand when I drop it. Why doesn't everyone's?"

Within a year, Shiv thinks, every walking-stick in Winterhold will be doing somersaults. "Used to be that Rafe would crawl under tables for it."

"You, too," says the Archmage. A smile creases the side of his face that still moves. "Well, not everyone has a Rafe, or a Shurri."

For a moment, looking at him, Shiv forgets the past ten years: the fantastical old hierophant enthroned in the wheelchair, bejeweled on every finger and robed in brocade like a picture in a book, is just Da. Then she blinks, and she sees in his smile the thing that makes him a stranger.

"You're happy," she says gruffly. It sounds like an accusation. She hadn't meant it to. She hadn't meant to speak at all; she listens to her own voice with vague surprise. "You old sharpster."

"It took some doing." Da moves one of his pieces with a soft, contemplative clack. "Are you?"

Something in her face must answer him, because he hesitates, then lays the palsied hand half-open on the desk. She blinks down at it. Then she puts one hard, scarred hand in it and covers it with the other, so that his fingers close.

"Probably I should have just piked," she says, very seriously, "and taken up toll-collecting."

He laughs. She'd hoped he would. "The dread bandit Pushpin?"

"Bodkin."

She wonders how to tell him that the smell of boiled leather makes her sick. That her mail-shirt's rusting to bits in a Haafing chest. That she's stuffed her sword and all the smaller pigstickers under her pallet, and hasn't polished them all month. Her shield-sisters would look at her askance. Her old drillmasters, Terentius and stern Rikke, would clout her on the head.

Da gives her a long, level look. Then he glances down at the board.

"Do you know," he says, surprised, "I think I've won."

Shiv looks down, then snorts. He has. He'd probably rearranged the pegs when she wasn't looking.

"But, yihla," says the Archmage, not ungently, "we play more than one game in this life—"

"Da."

"—and if you don't like the outcome of the last," the Archmage continues, raising the eyebrow that moves, "you can always—"

She wrinkles her nose like she used to do at his arithmetic lessons. He laughs again and relents.

But he does turn the tafl-board, with a calm and pointed look, so that she finds herself playing sheep.

[ormir]

Location: Hrimthir’s Outpost, after The Lost Ones were zapped back

With: @etienneulven (& Goose)

It was the first time in weeks that there was no crush of refugees grouped around their cookfire, no stampede of children running through the stables. Walking the dark, gusty corridors of the outpost felt like shrinking within the great halls of some haunted castle. The four men were locked in the haze for the night, one of them freshly branded, days off course with only pebbles to show for it. The splinter’s setback meant they were stretching the watch’s remaining rations.

Like most other functions, Ormir’s appetite was ruined by nerves, but he forced the measly bit of food down. He sat close enough to the fire that every breath filtered the dry smoke, but the thaw barely seemed to touch him. The King occupied his thoughts. A whine pierced the air, and Ormir’s head turned sharply to the source. The wolf, ‘Goose’, stared from beyond the edge of the fire’s light. Dried blood from the frostbiters and giants had gelled the fur beneath his jaw into spikes. A clear strand of drool dripped from the ripping ivory spears in his mouth. Fear lurched, but Ormir willfully grappled the feeling from the deciding fore of his mind. He ripped an oily tear of meat from his portion of salted mackerel. Cautious, stern eyes followed every tick in the wolf’s movements. Saliva filled his mouth around the mush of food as he hesitated. Once sense was regained, The Hand tossed the morsel into the snow in Goose’s direction. He swallowed and wiped the grease onto his robes. His hands shook.

“Good dog.” Ormir muttered.

[rainwaterapothecary]

"Unsettled" (A Serennedy Golden Compass au) pt. 2

[Pt 1][Quick Lore Explanation] ("Speaking aloud" - "Speaking telepathically between human and daemon")

A safe distance from the Arctic Islands Research Compound, 1947.

The agent’s blond hair was so caked in Dust-gathering solvent, grease, and sweat that it barely moved when he plopped his head down on the thick carpet of Luis’ safehouse. His ribs expanded slowly before contracting with a spasm as his massive, white wolf daemon copied his action right on top of him.

“Thanks, Cucciola.” He coughed. His daemon merely completed his inhale with a gusty, canine sigh.

”I missed you, let’s never fucking do that again.”

Leon nodded, his body awakening aches and scrapes with every centimeter that thawed.

Blue eyes blinked up at the cabin’s hewn-log ceiling.

“Panza was a moose.”

Laughter sounded from near the fireplace as Luis Serra settled the kettle on its hook.

“Sí, he was.”

“He was also a lizard.”

“A salamander, but yes.”

“I can be a monkey, too. Luis says it might unsettle people though.” A tiny, peach-fuzzed head came into view just in front of Leon’s eyes, causing them to cross as they took in the tiny monkey’s big eyes.

Then Panza pushed his eyes further apart as he morphed into a tarsier, just to fuck with their old friend.

It worked.

Swearing in enough languages that their entire block would have been proud, the ex-guard shoved himself backwards, dragging Fiorire’s bulk with him.

“Fuck, Panza, what is wrong with you?!”

The cheeky daemon made small noises that could only have been laughter before he bounced into the air and landed as a blindingly red macaw on Luis’ shoulder.

“Fanfarrón.” Luis smiled, offering the daemon a dried piece of fruit. Panza continued to make laughter noises in the unnerving way birds have.

Leon shook his head in wonder, dropping his skull back into the soft rug.

“You never Settled.”

Luis turned to him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Would you believe me if I said yes?”

Leon was lucky for the arctic winds keeping him awake enough for this conversation. Even then, all he had in him was a dubious eyebrow raise.

The scientist chuckled again and settled himself, cross-legged, on the rug by his old friend’s head.

“He Settled for a while, shortly after Abuelo and I got back to Spain.” Thick, brown eyebrows furrowed at the sad memories.

“What, not enough ladies to impress?”

Luis snorted and ruffled Leon’s decidedly disgusting hair.

“None half as pretty as the rompecorazones I left behind in Harlem.”

Leon wrinkled his nose at the nickname.

“I’m sure Ellie was heartbroken.”

“Who?”

Leon hit his friend on the knee with the back of one hand.

“Baker’s girl, over by the plaza with the fountain.”

Luis genuinely had to think before any sort of face matched a name.

“She threw a rock at my head that one time, when we were buying rolls.”

“Oh!” Luis snapped his fingers as he aligned a memory with the name. Then he shrugged with a helpless smile down at his friend.

Leon looked between his gray eyes, trying to understand what was going on behind them before another thought shot to the forefront.

“Luis! You got a beard!”

The other man looked down as if to see the thing on his chin before beaming at his friend.

“Yes! Hormones are fascinating.”

“’S that why you were way up here? Working with hormones ‘r something?”

The light in the seated man’s eyes dimmed.

“Ah, no, I’m afraid. I…” His eyes wandered over to the low bookshelf filled with journals, both private and scientific. Another weak pat on his knee from the back of Leon’s hand brought his attention back down.

“D’worry about it. You got me out, ’s what counts.”

It was as if uttering the sentiment aloud made it real, and all the fatigue of the past four months- hell, since the end of the war two years ago were suddenly upon the emaciated man. Delicate, blond eyelashes fluttered closed as Leon fought for his thoughts.

“Ve a dormir, Sancho. We’ll keep you and Fiorire very safe.”

Whether it was the weight of the torture he’d been put through, the force of the Arctic weather in the prison he’d been kept in, the knowledge that his dearest friend was back, whole, and had survived the fucking war, or the comfort of being able to hold his daemon to his chest for the first time since he got caught smuggling kids out of their cells…

He only realized he’d fallen asleep when he awoke beneath a heavy blanket and a heavier wolf daemon. Her white fur caught the sunlight of the Arctic’s permanent noon as she conversed with her old friend. Panza was still in his bright red macaw form, standing with one leg on the back of a chair Luis had put by the bed for him. With the other foot he was motioning like Luis used to when they were kids and he got excited. Fiorire’s tail gave his consciousness away when it flumped twice in greeting. He buried his fingers deeper into her thick coat.

“He’s awake!” Panza called out behind himself, to where a brown blob that must have been Luis sat. Maybe Leon needed more sleep if his vision was this fucked.

“Shhh Panza, let them sleep, parlanchín.”

“Mm, no- M’wake.”

Warm chuckles sounded from that red clay-colored blob and Leon found himself smiling at the sound.

“You sound it, amigo!”

“Mentiroso.” Panza muttered, mutinously. Luis waved him off as he got to his feet and crossed the cabin on long legs.

What had little Luis gotten so tall? That sweater was a good color on him…

When Leon smiled up at Luis, the taller man felt his heart break at the sight of crows feet around those clear, blue eyes he remembered.

Leon had grown up without him.

Settling himself on the chair he’d parked beside the bed for Panza to perch on, Luis leaned forward to take in his friend, cataloging what damage he could see over the blankets and trying to push the fact that each hurt and abuse was inflicted on his Sancho. His baby-faced friend who had been thrown into a cage and torn from his daemon over and over just to further Luis’ own research…

He shook his head, curls that Leon remembers kept shorter than they were back in New York bouncing jovially. Europe had been good for the man, it really solidified his sense of style…

A startlingly warm hand settled on Leon’s forehead to feel for a fever and neither man addressed the wounded sound that left Leon’s lips at being touched. Luis flipped his hand over and felt his face with the backs of long fingers.

“Y’r sad…” Leon looked down at his own arms in perplexion when they didn’t heed his call to action. He had things he wanted to do. Like smooth out that concern line between Luis’ eyebrows.

Fiorire huffed, her doggy ribs expanding as she breathed…smack-bang on top of his arms. Traitor.

”You love me. Now calm down, your human is speaking.”

Your human.

Summer days spent jumping off swings and chasing one another through alleyways while they dodged returning seamen and laborers rushed past Leon. On those boys’ heels came the smells of Nonna’s cooking, just waiting for the two laughing scamps to wash their hands and their faces, say their prayers, then fill their bellies. A small boy weaving giant stories with the aid of his ever-shifting daemon: now a bird with island-bright plumage, then a coyote howling into the desert stars, later a tiny snapping crocodile…

Running along the pier until that boy disappeared from view, still waving where he stood holding tight to his Abuelo on the ship taking him away.

Leon blinked back to the present where that boy leaned over him, grown and filled with life, if sporting more worry lines than someone their age probably should. Not that the supine man had any room to talk, he was sure.

Chocolate curls diffused the light like the earth they had dug in until Leon’s grandmother had admonished them and Luis’ grandfather had pulled them aside and taught them to make things grow out of their bullish destructive tendencies.

“Leon?”

He was trying to focus on that voice, those eyes that were so familiar behind the curtain of Time.

Blue eyes slipped closed once again and Luis let him sleep.

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A/N Panza is such a bastard, I love him.

Back to writing... I'm at least two posts ahead, so I should be able to upload as I feel like it. (The whole thing will be cross-posted on my ao3 when it's complete. <3)

For silly thoughts and previews - I've been tagging stuff for this au as 'serennedy daemon au'!

I only speak English, please be kind to me I'm going off of rules I learned when I was like 12. ;;

[Part 3]

[spirits-of-nature16]

Karoline, Mirage and Skyler all climbed up on the bigger tree to see Cassandra battling against Hector while seeing the twins with Bella the wolf, Skyler quickly went up and then went down to see if Bella's ok

"Cass?!" Mirage exclaimed when the girls then saw Cassandra struggling after being punched by Hector "Oohh! right in the eyes!" Skyler said when Cassandra threw some dusty dirt in his eyes, their mouths agape to see how Cassandra manages to dodge the two bearcats "he's gone...?" Skyler's still processing after Hector had fallen down at the face of the Great Tree

while Hector falls, then he and his two bearcats landed on the ground "the heart of Zhan Tiri's Tree" he looked up at the scepter on the heart of Zhan Tiri "forgive me for unleashing the evil that sleeps within" he got up and is about to walk towards it, then tries to pull the scepter out of it "for King Edmund" Hector rose up the scepter with victory, but it didn't last as the heart turned glowing green and grew vines to grab around his legs, Hector tries to break free from them with a scepter that breaks them, but he's still trapped and now has full control of it's power

while Bella turned back into her human self, feeling a bit hurt after Hector thrown her "Bella? are you alright?" Karoline asked her, Bella nodded a bit, rubbing her arm where it hurts, then there seems to be a gusty breeze

Continued from here

the next day in the kingdom of Corona, it was a typical normal day, until it ended when the stranger ran passed through the wanted poster that says 'Silent Striker'

"he went this way!" Stan shouted when he and Pete went after him, Mirage and Bella are being prepared to catch him too, the guard captain and the other guard got him surrounded

@muses-of-the-memory

[gasthausnostalgie]

Old Vienna

Landstraße

Bürgertheater

Bürgertheater (3., Vordere Zollamtsstraße 13). Den eigentlichen Anstoß zur Gründung des Bürgertheaters gab der Schauspieler und Schriftsteller Oskar Fronz. Das Theater wurde nach Plänen von Franz Freiherr von Krauß und Josef Tölk erbaut und am 7. Dezember 1905 als Schauspielhaus eröffnet (Fassungsraum 1.134 Personen; Direktor Oskar Fronz).

SITZPLAN DES BÜRGERTHEATERS, 1905

Die innere Einteilung des Theaters entsprach etwa jener des Volkstheaters. Die dem Wienfluss zugewandte Hauptfassade war segmentförmig gekrümmt, der fünfachsige Mittelrisalit entsprach der Breite des Vestibüls. Die Fassade zeigte drei Reliefs von Elena Luksch-Makowsky (ausgeführt in glasiertem Steinzeug) sowie kolossale Eckfiguren von Georg Leisek.

Obwohl 1909 auch Alexander Girardi im Bürgertheater auftrat, kam es 1910 zu einer Krise, weil keine zugkräftigen Stücke aufgetrieben werden konnten. Deshalb erfolgte die Umwandlung in eine Operettenbühne (Erstaufführung der Operette "Der unsterbliche Lump" von Edmund Eysler am 14. Oktober 1910). Der große Erfolg führte dazu, dass Eysler zum "Hauskomponisten" des Bürgertheaters avancierte ("Der Frauenfresser", Erstaufführung 23. Dezember 1911; "Der lachende Ehemann", Erstaufführung 19. März 1913, bis 1921 1.793 Aufführungen; "Frühling am Rhein", Erstaufführung 10. Oktober 1914; "Die oder keine!", Erstaufführung 9. Oktober 1916; "Der dunkle Schatz", 14. November 1918).

Neben Werken von Eysler kamen auch solche von Oscar Straus ("Liebeszauber") und anderen zur Aufführung. Nach dem Ersten Weltkrieg wurde in der Spielzeit 1923/1924 "Mädi" von Robert Stolz aufgeführt. Am 24. Jänner 1925 dirigierte Pietro Mascagni die Aufführung seiner Operette "Ja".

Am 29. März 1925 starb Oskar Fronz, nachdem er das Bürgertheater fast zwei Jahrzehnte geleitet hatte. Es folgte ihm sein Sohn Oskar Fronz junior (anfangs gemeinsam mit Raoul Lischka), der bereits seit 1905 Sekretär und Direktor-Stellvertreter bei seinem Vater am Bürgertheater gewesen war.

1926 brach die Ära der Revue-Operette an ("Journal der Liebe" von Karl Farkas und Fritz Grünbaum mit Musik von Egon Neumann). Am 1. Oktober 1927 begann das Gastspiel der Marischka-Revue "Wien lacht wieder" (Musik Ralph Benatzky).

Während des Zweiten Weltkriegs war das Bürgertheater teilweise geschlossen, im April 1942 wurde es vorübergehend wiedereröffnet. Nach dem Zweiten Weltkrieg wurde Franz Stoß Direktor (13. September 1945; Eröffnung mit "Im sechsten Stock" von Alfred Gehri). Unter ihm wurde das Bürgertheater zu einer volkstümlichen Zweigstelle des Theaters in der Josefstadt und unter den Schauspielern findet man Annie Rosar, Gusti Wolf und Guido Wieland.

Einen der letzten großen Erfolge verdankt das Bürgertheater der Marischka-Operette "Walzerkönigin" (Musik Ludwig Schmidseder). In "Hochzeitsnacht im Paradies" und "Feuerwerk" gab es so prominente Darsteller wie Maria Eis, Waltraut Haas, Heinz Conrads, Harry Fuß, Johannes Heesters und Fritz Imhoff.

1953 erfolgte der misslungene Versuch, dem Bürgertheater unter dem Namen "Broadwaybühne" eine neue Richtung zu weisen. In den 1950er Jahren diente das aufgelassene Theater dem Sender Rot-Weiß-Rot als Studiobühne, nahm aber auch die "Österreichische Spielwarenschau" auf und diente als "Haus der Jugend".

Als sich für das Bürgertheater keine Verwendung mehr fand, erwarb die Zentralsparkasse das Areal. Das Gebäude wurde ab 5. Jänner 1960 abgebrochen. An seiner Stelle entstand die neue Hauptanstalt der Zentralsparkasse der Gemeinde Wien (Eröffnung am 13. September 1965, Umbau [nach Brand] 1989-1992). Nach dem Auszug des Kreditinstituts, 2008, wurde das Gebäude (Adresse: 3., Vordere Zollamtsstraße 13) als Bürohaus adaptiert, in dem sich heute Redaktion und Verlag der Tageszeitung Der Standard und das Hauptbüro der Österreich Werbung, der offiziellen Marketingorganisation für den Tourismus nach Österreich, befinden.

[leanstooneside]

More haste less speed

◊ Armie Hammer's grammatical cheek

◊ Michael Bolton's intersecting nose

◊ Cisco Adler's enlisted tongue

◊ Leona Lewis's piquant hip

◊ Rosie Huntington-Whiteley's stubborn bottom

◊ Jonathan Adler's blocked forearm

◊ Jimmy Kimmel's interpreted lip

◊ Jordana Brewster's paced lower leg

◊ Ali Larter's repeating foot

◊ Channing Tatum's presumed finger

◊ Tyra Banks's unsupervised thigh

◊ Tiffani Thiessen's determined hip

◊ David Copperfield's mighty arm

◊ Eddie Cibrian's gusty waist

◊ Mary-Louise Parker's scheming breast

◊ Rebecca Romijn's grudging waist

◊ Carson Palmer's facsimile belly

◊ Nicky Hilton's employed forearm

◊ Prince Charles's shaken back

◊ Daniel Craig's illustrative mouth

◊ Scott Wolf's causal chin

◊ Tim Gunn's faith-based mouth

◊ Ashton Kutcher's devilish back

◊ Jason Aldean's well-chosen upper arm

[theoneandonlysourcandy]

CHICA X PIKACHU

(I’m so sorry everyone)

Chica x Pikachu love story part 1 (if I even made another part 😰)

Chica was just a normal school girl in the alpha school, her ears and tail never grew in, so she was being so mega bullied for it. They would call her a crusty dusty musty gusty ugly hoe everyday, and they would bring her to the school bathroom and cut her hair everyday, and she would always magically style it in 2.5 seconds to be perfect..her life truly was horrible..her dad was never around, and her mother, glamrock chica, Hit her everyday..though, there was a boy she loved, alpha Pikachu. He was the most popular, sigma male, alpha wolf in the school, and every girl loved him.

She sighed, looking at photos of the famous model toy chica on her locker "I'll never be a real grill......" she whispered sorrowfully

Pikachu walked along the school halls, trying to find his locker. All the other poke girls rushed after him, wanting a kiss, but then his eyes laid on chica, his crush. She was so ugly and fat she was beautiful. She wore the tightest of tight jeans, and red dirty glasses that she never bothered to clean, and had luscious lipstick on her beak. She looked behind herself only to see Pikachu, and quickly looked away in embarrassment from the blush that entered her face. She turned around, her books in hand as she walked away, only to bump into Pikachu!

“Pika?” Pikachu said in his deep, manly voice

“Eh! Pika Chan! I’m so sorry!” She said in a flustered manner, quickly rushing to pick up her books

Pikachu grabbed a book, handing it to her “pika, pika pika, Pikachu? “

Chica took in his hot and handsome facial features, before quickly snapping out of it and taking the books, running off.

“Pika..” pika mumbled to himself

Chica rushed down the hall to her next class, quickly sitting down next to her best friend, pizza-Chan. She took out her notebook, as the teacher walked in. As the teacher started with the lesson, she could only focus on one thing. Pikachu..he was so handsome..she started doodling him in her notebook, in a trance like state, before suddenly..

“CHICA! Are you DRAWING?! Despicable, DETENTION.”

She gasped, tears flooding her eyes, she quickly grabbed her stuff and walked out in shame to the principals office, wanting to cry from embarrassment. She walked in and sat down, only to see Pikachu was there to?!

“Eh, pika, Pikachu?” He said to chica

“O-oh, I-I was d-drawing in cl-class..” she mumbled

“Pika pika pika, Pikachu, pika”

“You burnt down the science lab killing everyone in it? Wow..t-that’s so cool..” she brushee back some of her non existent hair with her hand

“Pika..pika pika, pika?”

“You……..really……think so?………………………………………….”

“Pika..pika..” his ears went down in embarrassment

“Wow…………………….” She mumbled

Pikachu then took her face, kissing it passionately. Chica blushed, though accepted it happily. They then made out for an hour after that. That was when they heard someone unlocking the door. Pikachu walked along the school halls, trying to find his locker. All the other poke girls rushed after him, wanting a kiss, but then his eyes laid on chica, his crush. She was so ugly and fat she was beautiful. She wore the tightest of tight jeans, and red dirty glasses that she never bothered to clean, and had luscious lipstick on her beak. She looked behind herself only to see Pikachu, and quickly looked away in embarrassment from the blush that entered her face. She turned around, her books in hand as she walked away, only to bump into Pikachu!

“Pika?” Pikachu said in his deep, manly voice

“Eh! Pika Chan! I’m so sorry!” She said in a flustered manner, quickly rushing to pick up her books

Pikachu grabbed a book, handing it to her “pika, pika pika, Pikachu? “

Chica took in his hot and handsome facial features, before quickly snapping out of it and taking the books, running off.

“Pika..” pika mumbled to himself

Chica rushed down the hall to her next class, quickly sitting down next to her best friend, pizza-Chan. She took out her notebook, as the teacher walked in. As the teacher started with the lesson, she could only focus on one thing. Pikachu..he was so handsome..she started doodling him in her notebook, in a trance like state, before suddenly..

“CHICA! Are you DRAWING?! Despicable, DETENTION.”

She gasped, tears flooding her eyes, she quickly grabbed her stuff and walked out in shame to the principals office, wanting to cry from embarrassment. She walked in and sat down, only to see Pikachu was there to?!

“Eh, pika, Pikachu?” He said to chica

“O-oh, I-I was d-drawing in cl-class..” she mumbled

“Pika pika pika, Pikachu, pika”

“You burnt down the science lab killing everyone in it? Wow..t-that’s so cool..” she brushee back some of her non existent hair with her hand

“Pika..pika pika, pika?”

“You……..really……think so?………………………………………….”

“Pika..pika..” his ears went down in embarrassment

“Wow…………………….” She mumbled

Pikachu then took her face, kissing it passionately. Chica blushed, though accepted it happily. They then made out for an hour after that. That was when they heard someone unlocking the door.

[abellinthecupboard]

The Skeleton in Armor

“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest,      Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms,      Why dost thou haunt me?” Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies      Gleam in December; And, like the water’s flow Under December’s snow, Came a dull voice of woe      From the heart’s chamber. “I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told,      No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man’s curse;      For this I sought thee. “Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic’s strand, I, with my childish hand,      Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound      Trembled to walk on. “Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare      Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf’s bark, Until the soaring lark      Sang from the meadow. “But when I older grew, Joining a corsair’s crew, O’er the dark sea I flew      With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled,      By our stern orders. “Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out; Often our midnight shout      Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk’s tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail,      Filled to o’erflowing. “Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me,      Burning yet tender; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine      Fell their soft splendor. “I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest’s shade      Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest      By the hawk frighted. “Bright in her father’s hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all,      Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter’s hand, Mute did the minstrels stand      To hear my story. “While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft      The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn      Blew the foam lightly. “She was a Prince’s child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled,      I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew’s flight, Why did they leave that night      Her nest unguarded? “Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, Fairest of all was she      Among the Norsemen! When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand,      With twenty horsemen. “Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast,      When the wind failed us; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw      Laugh as he hailed us. “And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, ‘Death!’ was the helmsman’s hail,      ‘Death without quarter!’ Mid-ships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel; Down her black hulk did reel      Through the black water! “As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt,      With his prey laden, — So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane,      Bore I the maiden. “Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o’er, Cloud-like we saw the shore      Stretching to leeward; There for my lady’s bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour,   Stands looking seaward. “There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden’s tears; She had forgot her fears,      She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she lies; Ne’er shall the sun arise      On such another! “Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! Hateful to me were men,      The sunlight hateful! In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear,      Oh, death was grateful! “Thus, seamed with many scars, Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars      My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior’s soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!”      Thus the tale ended.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ballads and Other Poems (1842)

[muatyland]

Recensione | Wolf like me

Riuscire a far combaciare i miei gusti e quelli dei miei genitori è sempre un disastro. Ammetto che io ho preferenze un po’ particolari, che vanno dall’horror all’animazione giapponese al dramma pesante, mentre giro a largo dalle commedie italiane becere e dai film americani a lieto fine fin dal primo minuto, però anche loro sono ossi duri. Cosa piace guardare ai miei? Be’, proprio quello che…

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

Jack's hideous, loud and disgustingly laugh has perfomed the ape, trembling like a tiny leaf on gusty autumn windy days. Galaxicos has sworn in his life that no man has shown to have a laugh as chaotic as that stupid creepy drunk. The ape sweats a little, observing that several eyes are watching Jack, and also, at him next to that fucking clown

by the stars, shut up! everyone is looking at us!

The sudden slap on his back made his body wake up. Despite his size difference, that blow was a great pain for his old back. Even the chimpanzee himself believed that everyone had heard his back break, and surely, that dirty ball of hair too.

Galaxicos would have turned and brutally hit that lupine if it weren't for the fact that, seeing him, seeing his savage appearance and his sharp yellow fangs, the ape felt a little terrified.

...And besides, having tried to rob him was a lesson he learned a long time ago, and it is certain that Wolf would not like to see trouble in his beloved bar.

"Don't lie, Jack" Galaxicos strokes his back with both hands, growling loudly at the other old man "You only come here for the beer and to torment O'donnell. I'm nothing special to you, except a victim of your pranks!" You could spend your time in this bar fooling around with other men or women instead of bothering me and letting me have fun like everyone else!"

A cigarette is brought to his mouth, being lit with a quick movement "You're nothing but a dirty pervert bully."

thebastardmeteocrusherpilot​:

The last mocking comment stunned Galaxicos, opening his only visible eye wide. His freckled and pale cheeks are painted red when Jack reminds him of that moment where he was carried away by his great pride as a man and a singer. Immediately, the ape turns nimble and fast to seize the collar of the lupine’s clothing. His fangs are bared in anger and shame while the man still has that stupid, mocking smile.

“It wasn’t a sexual dance! It was a proof from me to show you that I’m a great singer and that everyone in this damn bar can continue to appreciate it even if your horrible opinion and criticism is given! I would never give such an act to such a horrible animal like you!”

Jack is pushed, Galaxicos doesn’t care if he stains his or someone else’s clothes with the beer, but he continues on his way, adjusting his hat and suit. He notices that he has let out his strong temper, and for that reason he is ashamed again. This day is special and celebratory, that is true, but he does not allow a clown like him to take away his spirits.

He needs a cigarette right away, pulling out of his pocket a box full of these and his “Damn it, Jack. If you’re in heat that much, get yourself a bitch, there must be plenty of your kind today.”

Being shoved, Jack catches his weight in motion by taking a pair of steps backwards as a loud laugh bursts out of the lupine. Jack’s laugh is like a sudden clap of thunder, boisterous and infectious, filling the bar with its booming sound. It’s the kind of laugh that’s impossible to ignore, drawing the attention of most of the patrons of the bar, whether they want it or not. His laugh is inappropriately large, considering the mildly funny situation, but he can’t help it. The laugh is accompanied by a wide, toothy grin that stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, deepening the crows feet that have settled into his features. He throws his head back, his chest heaving with each deep, rumbling guffaw. For a moment, it feels like nothing else in the world matters except for the pure joy of that laugh. It’s a moment of complete abandon, of letting go of all inhibitions and just reveling in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And as the laughter fades, replaced by a contented sigh, it’s clear that Jack is feeling truly alive.

“Yeh know somethin’, Aaron? Yer th’ only reason I keep comin’ back teh this place.” Jack means what he says and attempts to stamp his genuine sentiment with a hearty slap to Galaxicos’s back.

[pepimeinrad]

asdasdjandö <3

(yeah, sorry, back to my Austrians - got here via the one play Meinrad and Holt did together, apparently there’s even a pic of them in it in this book, sadly copyrighted and thus not visible in this preview - GAH!)

[turuin]

Grazie a @biggestluca per il tag su una catena musicale che -come è noto- è tra i miei tipi preferiti di catena.

Copio le regole originali sotto. Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person  by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and List the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

E quindi let's shuffle!

La playlist usata è "brani che ti piacciono", creata in automatico da Spotify sulla base dei cuoricini piazzati qui e là sulla roba che mi è capitato di sentire a casaccio e quindi non è tanto rappresentativa dei miei "gusti dichiarati e consci" ma più di quelli inconsci, di pancia.

Spero promitto e iuro di non averla modificata neanche un po', perché sono in effetti i primi dieci tirati fuori dallo shuffle, e infine taggo:

@mrs-emptiness @e-ste-tica @nuvoolarzi @vivenda @x-yanara-x @gimsydelfuturo @morganadiavalon @spettriedemoni @gxngarr e @letargo