#hokay. gonna finish eating. rb what i've been tagged in. and then gonna dive back into the werewoof au

[direwombat]

wip poll winner!

tagging those of y'all who interacted with that poll post (tysm for your votes): @madparadoxum, @deputyash, @strangefable, @adelaidedrubman, @aceghosts, @gaeadene, @cassietrn, @neverthesameneveranother, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, @jillvalentinesday, and @ivymarquis

the whitetail ot3 won with seven votes, but because i'm so nice (and lack control) here's almost twice that many sentences :) not pictured is jacob having fun taunting eli by reminiscing about their...history together :) :) :)

“Oh, Eli,” Jacob says with a condescending click of his tongue. “I have something you want, and if you do as I say, I might even let you have her.” Eli’s blood runs cold. His hand grips his radio so tight his knuckles go white. “You listen to me, you son of a bitch. You hurt a single hair on her head and I’ll --” “Yeah, yeah, you’ll put me in the ground yourself,” Jacob says dismissively. “The shelter at Hunter’s Pass.. One hour. Come alone. I catch even a whiff of your lemmings, and I promise you’ll never see your precious Deputy ever again. Do I make myself clear?” “Crystal,” Eli grits between clenched teeth.