#i want to be destroyed by werewolf dick and NOW? well

[thedovahqueen]

some context netherwood III spoiler.

Reader after Sanemi takes her into the woods to fuck her in his wolf form bc he’s too big to shift inside their cabin

[darkdemeter]

・issue #1・ HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL

⚤ Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader, (Platonic) Avengers x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader angst (reader has insecurities/self esteem issues) — Tony being a bit of a dick — some minor language — some weird fluffy humour? — mentions of a “passed relative” in said humour — minor name calling and usage (“mutt and stray/pup”) — and I think that’s it? ✎ 3.4k

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Mother Nature decrees that her law is absolute. Her will is to be respected, and all are intended to follow in her great design.

You do not change it. You embrace it.

And this applies to you as well, thanks to your common ancestor, that you shared the habit that left you tracking the red ball Tony kept bouncing against the polished floors like it’s the only thing in existence that mattered to you. And maybe because it did.

How could this happen? No high risk missions or deadly villains to stop from achieving world domination. No, today was one of those special days where you and your fellow Avengers could relax. And with the full moon so close, what better combination?

What you wouldn’t give to suddenly be on a quinjet flying into enemy territory. Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping.

For everyone’s sake, you tried to keep to yourself for the past week but you’d exhausted your options. Walks in the park weren’t cutting it - not to mention the other dogs started it first - and you’d already destroyed five punching bags in the gym just prior. The treadmill be damned, you weren’t burning any energy on that.

Your last resort was to sit in the common area with your favoured beverage, a cool rag and some TV to calm the intense wave of anxiety. However, by her divine intervention, your beloved crew had come to flock in.

Mother Nature knew you were a pack animal at heart, as both human and wolf. It was how she made you.

The ensuing anxiety of being in a crowded space enough to put you near over the edge. It’s not like your heart rate only picked up a few hundred beats more when Wanda walked in.

When a few of the new arrivals waved and greeted you, you shared a hesitant yet trying smile and equally reluctant nod in return.

The battlefield was the only place you felt comfortable around your new comrades. But without missions or villains you were still getting accustomed to life at the compound; adjusting to life around people.

You were still considered fresh. A new recruit to the team. As Tony liked to call you… a pup.

Fuck, how you’d bite back your snarls from that term.

Fury assigned you to the Avengers some months ago. And though you had no intention of staying long, the missions kept coming in and a lot more required your specific skill set.

You remember as though it was yesterday that Tony said, “Alright Fury, we’ll adopt the stray pup. Just don’t go ripping up the furniture now.”

Suffice to say, you broke your own record at doing just that in under 3 hours.

“I think they’ll settle in just fine,” Fury had chuckled with a clap to the billionaire’s shoulder.

You shake your head at the memory. Still, if felt wrong to feel certain things for one of your teammates already. It wasn’t like you felt you really had a chance with her anyway.

The thought made your eyes falter from the now still ball for a moment, clutched in Tony’s hand as if it were your heart.

‘Who am I kidding?’ You chuffed silently to yourself, ‘She wouldn’t take a chance on me, I’m a damn mutt!’

Your self esteem issues had to wait though.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

‘Ball.’

‘Ball.’

‘Ball.’

Your entire head at this point tracked the ball’s movement, but your mind was still distracted by Wanda. The idea of her wanting to play ball with you, to spend those moments of intimacy with you. Tony’s words zeroed in from a muffled backdrop to the forefront of your mind.

“And that is why red indeed travels at a superior speed to any other. Ergo, why my suit is red, brilliant, eye catching and can beat anyone.”

You could hear the collective groans and disguised snarks beneath coughs without the noise being present. It was in everyone’s eyes and their scents.

Your eyes froze on Wanda, her striking eyes bore into yours with no hesitation. No fear.

‘How long has she been doing that?’

She offered one of her smiles that made your heart swell and stop at the same time, that made your searing skin cool and rise with goosebumps.

‘She’s so beautiful when she smiles like that.’

If she had one of those smiles then… you knew that grin that spread across her lips and showed a thin line of her teeth.

Your eyes gave away the betraying thought that you knew. Her smile turned grin riddled with mischief spoke volumes.

‘She read my damn mind!’

“I don’t think that is actually possible, Tony,” Sharon said with a click of her tongue and a disbelieving squint to her eyes.

“Oh no, it is,” Tony replied with a nod, “I’ll show you how the colour of this ball determines the speed in which it returns to my hand.”

He held up the ball in his hand, a proud display of its immaculate accomplishment, just a throw away.

Shit.

You bite down on your lip hard to suppress the whine coiled deep in your throat. A deep heat settled all along your neck and your ears.

Wanda still stared at you even in your peripheral.

Tony flicked his hand forward and the ball flew forward, bouncing once against the floor and bound into the wall with a determined thump before Tony caught it again, mouth agape to huff in his triumphant display in tandem with a curt yelp.

A good throw. Bad timing.

Everyone’s eyes had diverted to you. Their attention captured by the sound you made. Even Bucky, the stoic and reserved man who hardly acknowledged anyone with anything other than a grunt, appeared surprised if not the slightest bit intrigued by this new discovery.

You didn’t dare risk a second glimpse at Wanda, the flush in your neck seeped higher up into your face. Not that the shock and interest on everyone else’s faces were easier to process.

But you couldn’t face Wanda’s eyes now.

She had read the racing thoughts you couldn’t keep in line. Who knows how much she read about how alluring you think her scent is, how you whine and whimper whenever you hear her softly cry when in the privacy of her room because you wish to be there with her, her hand running through your fur to comfort herself; to let her know you’re there for her. How much it hurts you that she would never see you as nothing more than the mutt of the team. A beast that maims and runs rampart whenever you lose yourself to anger.

A lovesick pup.

You feared that the hot sting of tears was sure to follow any moment now.

Your fingers tightened against your legs, nails not longer the tamed length you maintained them as. In their stead were claws.

“Something wrong, pup?” Tony teased and you didn’t refrain from the rasped snarl that rose in your chest. Your teeth - and fangs - bared.

Fuck. Why did Mother Nature have to make you the way you are?

“Tony,” Sam warned, eyes cast between the two of you.

“What?” Tony only shrugged as if he wasn’t intentionally pissing you off and embarrassing you at the same time. “I just wanna make sure our new recruit here is alright, I mean, they have been temperamental over the past week. Chewing on expensive furniture and specially crafted improvements to my suit—“

The ball flew from Tony’s hand just as he was about to make a show of the ball again, the unmistakable red, misty tendrils swiftly brought it to Wanda’s hand.

Everyone was silent as they glanced between the red ball in Wanda’s hand and you. Their combining scents overwhelmed you to a new height. The fear that pinned you in place made the skin along your arms radiate with heat, either from the desire to run with your tail between your legs or to get defensive; to ‘wolf out’ as the others had called it. It didn’t help when Thor made an attempt to say something but otherwise thought better not to say what was on his mind.

Wanda eyed the object that held your attention. And you in turn couldn’t help but study her. Something in the way her eyes twinkled with curiosity, her lips pulled to one side as if to contemplate heavily on the fact that this ball held you in a vice grip.

Your short temper as of late, how you’d skulk around, much to the dismay of everyone fearing you had turned into another Bucky. The guy wasn’t that bad, you’d give him credit for that, the guy had a lot on his plate.

But what Wanda was perhaps most interested by that whenever she was present in the same room as you, all that would vanish. At least for the most part.

But to her, you would ask her how she was doing or even compliment her. Little did she possibly know that it was because you had felt a little courageous to take that small leap of faith to tell her she looked good.

But she might as well have that knowledge now.

You weren’t sure if it bothered you or not that she read your mind. Invaded your thoughts. In some weird way, you wanted her to. But you also feared her rejection.

But in the end, it all made sense. No one else pieced it together but her. And this time, she didn’t have to read your mind to do it.

She could read you. She knew you.

“It’s the full moon tomorrow night. They’re anxious.”

You were often lucky to avoid this topic with the others. They’d just chalked it up to catching you at the wrong time, that the mission was a hard one that day and you had some pent up anger to burn. The other half, you’d be out of the compound. Taking a much needed break at your apartment, visiting your sick grandma who they suspiciously noted you saying had passed away years ago three times now. But who was counting.

Never did they realise it all happened around the same time every month.

But Wanda did. She noticed it.

You brave to stare into those eyes you were content to drown in but find something else. It’s mysterious. Not what you’d expect to see in her eyes when she looked at you of all people.

“Y/N, Fetch!” Wanda cooed as she tossed the ball away from her. It’s a primal instinct that ignited within you at that very moment. A natural, engrained sense and desire.

How Mother Nature intended for you to react to survive or to have fun, your skin tingled with the sensation all too familiar.

The shift is over within the blink of an eye, seamless as you launch yourself over Wanda’s sitting body after the ball, large paw-like hands scrapped across the floors as you skid to a halt and the ball captured within the grasp of your maw.

Your tail wags involuntarily and your ears pinned against your head as you bashfully ducked your head at the sound of the others who chuckled and praised your reflexes.

It felt nice. Wanda turned in her spot on the couch to peer over at where you’d jumped over her, chin tucked into her folded arms.

“Nice catch,” she giggled and you swore she could see your blush in this form, “bring it here.”

Hesitant, you take a step forward and then another, your eyes cautious as they wandered over the others in case they deemed your advancements were dangerous to be left unchecked.

Rarely did you allow this form to take around them without the proper surveillance equipment and safety precautions. They already had Bruce to worry about losing control as the Hulk. They couldn’t risk you as well.

But no. They marvelled in their stares, smiles of contentment encouraged you to approach Wanda. You let the ball fall into her grasp with a small whine, ears still pressed back.

“Don’t be shy, Wolfie,” she whispered, the sound soft for only your ears to hear. You liked that nickname. You could only hope she would continue to use it.

Wanda raised the ball again only for Tony to interject. “No! No, you are not playing fetch in this compound, Miss Maximoff.”

Wanda smirked at the look in your eyes. The same one you had right before you tore up all the good, expensive furniture within that 3 hour window.

A few more throws turned into furniture shoved aside to make room. Tony remained in the kitchen, arms folded and a scowl etched hard into his face, it would take a miracle for Pepper to wipe it from his face.

Everyone else was too engrossed in the game of indoor fetch, all having had a couple of turns by now with throwing the ball. Bucky humoured you once and threw it, an approving nod when you caught it. Clint, Thor, Peter and Scott fought hard to get the ball numerous times, Natasha and Wanda were promoted to ‘ball-directors’ so everyone had a fair go.

But Wanda maybe got an extra throw in once or twice - by order of Natasha.

Steve now held the eye catching sphere in his hand, high above his head. Though with your stature in this form, it was rather tricky to keep it away from your snapping jaws.

You yipped and howled in anticipation before Steve tossed the ball and you leapt after it. You caught it before it could bounce off the wall. An eruption of claps and cheers followed immediately, your ears flopped back as you whine softly with that feeling that buzzed in your ribcage.

“Bring it here, Wolfie.” Your ears perked up high and alert at the soft tune of Wanda’s accented voice. A few of the others couldn’t refrain from laughing a little at the sight.

Whenever they had permitted you to shift on mission skirmishes, it was all done through protocol and extensive preparation to ensure you were stable.

And they only saw one emotion when you changed. Aggression.

To finally get the chance to play and be comfortable in your own fur felt good. Shit, well beyond good.

“I was promised the next throw! Come on, give the ball here, Y/N,” Sam called with an outstretched hand.

Even if Sam had a point, you couldn’t stop yourself in your approach towards Wanda, who now was crouched down with her hand out to receive the ball.

Her eyes were soft in their gaze as they pierced through the veil of your own. It was like she could see the humanity deep within you.

Her magic touched you differently, prickled against the shell of your mind, you welcomed her in.

‘I see you as more than you realise.’

A whimper crept up your throat in response, ears tucked back and eyes often shrouded with the thirst for carnage grew to relax. Become tender in the embrace of her eyes - her soul - touching yours.

Your fur bristled suddenly and you shook your head with a huff. You dropped the ball into her hand and she threw it down the long hallway.

You bound after it, your claws clinked against the tile floor, your breath hot in ragged pants as you gave chase. Each bounce of the ball echoed faintly in the back of your mind, too occupied by the words Wanda spoke through your mind.

It was the first time you’d heard her voice in your head. And you enjoyed it. It settled you into a sense of calm.

You didn’t register the elevator doors open ahead of you, Nick Fury stood with files tucked under his arm.

Your eyes shot open and you swore you saw his unpatched eye mimic yours. Your weight was too much to control with the momentum you had backed up behind your pursuit in a cramped hallway. You skid to a halt but slipped forward, the force of your body knocked Fury and yourself back into the elevator.

A series of cringed groans and gasps reminded you of your teammates as the elevator doors closed behind you.

You’d knocked Fury into the buttons and now, your destination was another floor.

Sheepishly, he could tell, you whine a pathetic sound in your apologies. You shuffle in the elevator that was almost too tight for the two of you to fit with you like this.

“So,” Fury said after a few moments of silence, eye intently watchful of the floors you both now visited. Some had agents give pause and a receptionist even dropped her cup of steaming coffee at the sight of you.

“What brought the wolf out?”

He turned his head slightly when you grunted, ball held up in your mouth to show him what had ensued before his arrival.

It felt like hours that the rest of the team stood in their places, eyes stuck on the elevator door you and Fury both disappeared into.

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” Wanda asked, voice coated in a toxic amount of unease.

She was scared what would happen to you. As a matter of fact; everyone was scared.

The government knew just enough and that was a hard - yet private - case that was not disclosed with the public.

Your existence and your species as a whole had to remain top secret. One slip up that was determined out of hand would grant you a one way ticket to who knows what for punishment.

“It’s okay, Wanda,” Clint assured, “I doubt Fury would do anything like that. I mean, he brought them to us.”

“He’s right. No way would Fury do something like that,” Steve added, firm in his judgement or perhaps what he hoped for.

“We will… figure it out if it comes to that,” Tony sighed from his place. Not often did Tony jump to your defence in cases such as this.

But in the end, you’d proven yourself mostly to be trustworthy.

He had some inkling of reason to believe you wouldn’t cause intentional harm to the team.

The elevator pinged and everyone held their breath as the doors slid open.

Fury and you stood side by side, gazes directed down the hallway towards your team. Your eyes immediately sought out Wanda who gave you a smile but her brows were furrowed.

Fury held up the ball as he strutted forward, like an obedient pup, you followed close to his heel.

“Next time, take the game of fetch outside,” he advised and threw the ball forward and Tony caught it swiftly.

Another good throw. Really bad timing.

You were still hyped up and because of that, you charged forward and closed the distance within a matter of milliseconds.

“Wait no—!” Tony grunted as he was pinned to the floor beneath your weight. “Get. Off!” He growled and you slinked away from him with your tail tucked.

The others did little to hide their laughs at Tony’s unfortunate expense.

“Good job,” you caught Bucky mutter to you as you joined Wanda’s side. You chuffed rather proudly and your head held high.

Steve aided Tony from the floor. “Alright, Fury. We’ll note that down.” Steve flashed a toothy smile and wink your way.

“I have a mission briefing. Ya’ll better buckle up and dress for the cold. You’re going on an undercover operation located in Alaska.”

“Alaska?” Wanda asked in sync with your curious head tilt, ears flopped to the side.

“Alaska. And you also have a guide present right now who is familiar with the territory.”

It didn’t take a second long for your team and yourself to gather what Fury meant, his single eye on you knowingly.

Fury left some time later after he handed the files over that provided more information on your new task in Alaska.

Wanda turned and knelt down in front of you, a hand ran through the thicket of your fur. The act itself made your eyes droop and your chest rumble. Wanda couldn’t keep the full, toothy smile to spread on her lips.

“I think this gives us all the perfect opportunity to play more fetch with our beloved wolf.” Wanda’s words didn’t go unnoticed by the numerous hums of agreement. Truly you felt seen by them all. For the first time perhaps ever, you felt accepted.

You even looked to Tony who shrugged with an eye roll. “I suppose I could indulge in a couple throws myself. So long as I can test my new theory of what travels faster: the wolf or the red ball?”

“Wolfie,” your team chimed in claim of their theory right there.

Your pack that Mother Nature intended for you.

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[dailycass-cain]

Well, now that I have time tonight, let's FINALLY dig into this film and my thoughts on putting an Elseworlds of Cass in it with Kai Li Cain.

I'll start with the adaptation itself. After the last few Elseworld adaptations modified the story (Red Son and Gotham by Gaslight) it startled me how mostly untouched the main crux of this one was.

The story is "mostly" beat for beat just like the original comic.  There are changes namely Killer Croc's role in the movie (compared to the graphic novel where he was a human mutated), taking out the Captain of Bruce's ship, and Talia's werewolf henchmen. The movie fixes a few flaws the original story had (Oliver has a handful of scenes in the comic while he's actively investigating and forges a bond with Kai Li). Not to mention his battle with Poison Ivy is expanded on (he doesn’t get trashed causing Bruce to save him. This Oliver backs up physically on being prepared for “the doom” that’ll destroy his city. 

Harvey Dent as well feels like a truly good-natured fellow who truly you believe can change the cesspool Gotham has become. Again, it helps with an extended scene. Not to mention switching Ollie for Harvey in some places helps more strength those bonds as well. 

But the true scope of what truly helps this animated adaptation is Bruce and the "Bat Family" in this. You really get a sense that after his tragedy, besides forging himself into Batman, Bruce made himself this family by adopting Dick, Sanjay, and Kai Li.

But also the movie explains better how Bruce had a foothold in Gotham by putting Lucius Fox into this tale.  It helps the further portions as well letting Fox be the one who is all, "I think Bruce might have cracked with all the death" he's witnessed in the few days back.

But I give the movie full credit in you really get a sense that Bruce cares and is snapped out of his obsession to end the madness by Kai Li for a better quieter moment than the book gave with Tim (who Cass replaces here).

Really it astounds me how much Kai Li has a role in this film. She's the human anchor to Bruce and shielded by Ollie from the terrors of Gotham. That's not to say this kid can't handle herself, it's just Ollie/Bruce have been thru A LOT in this story.

They really don't want Kai Li going down the path both went down to end the madness that plagues Gotham.

However, that really what differs between Tim's original intent of the story and Kai Li's. She's a seeker just like Ollie/Bruce, while Tim's character is just-- there. He isn't given much sadly (then again none of the Robins are). Kai Li’s scenes feel more justified while Tim’s is more he just walks into the exposition by accident. 

That's why I do enjoy about this story more it feels like Dick/Sanjay are active more than Dick/Jason in the comics along with Kai Li. Plus there's a twist in the climax with them that only adds to the ordeal Bruce has to go thru in this to save Gotham.

Why this story's end has that finality to it but--- due to Kai Li being a Cass/Carrie Kelly hybrid I kind of want a sequel actually. Just Kai Li adopting the Bat mantle and trying to save the city from another supernatural threat.

Heck, you can have the BAT-man warn her of the incoming threat to deal with before he's forced too.  Like you can easily visualize it being around the 40s and well how Indiana Jones or the Mummy it could get.

There's still a bunch of Gotham Rogues you could bring to it (Scarecrow, the Court of Owls, Bane, and Clayface just for starters that pop in my head). 

 Not to mention heroes around Gotham with mystical or into the occult (Kate Kane, Ragman, the Creeper etc).

I also just love the voice cast all around this film. Jeffery Combs easily delivers as Langstrom (not surprisingly). While David Giuntoli is starting to make me want him to voice Batman more.

Giuntoli gives his Batman a different darker edge here than Batman: Soul of the Dragon. So it's amazing how he can handle a 70s Batman while going a bit into the grit here.

Christopher Gorham as Ollie is kind of extraordinary in this to me. Literally how he flips from this drunken mess of a person to reveal the inner turmoil within him.  Like Gorham is exceptional here.

Tati Gabrielle as Kai Li just channels perfectly that innocence and trying to be that anchor of "reality" for Bruce given she's all that's left for him.  But also does a good job showcasing the tragedy she has to watch as her father figure descends to madness to save Gotham.

Literally, I'd say everyone in the voice cast delivers nicely here. If there's any negative well...

It's just Talia and Ra's are still by the numbers bad guys here. There's no real motives for either other than freeing an otherworldly creature. I do like Talia is an active player here than the book buuuut...

Her motives are just eh. But that was the problem with the book as well. I do like they gave her a better fate here than the comic (ugh at what that comic did to her).

But still, her and Ra's motives are just so paper thin.  But I digress that's the one flaw this movie could've corrected but didn't. The villains are so hollow and stereotypical. They really needed better motives.

Even with those flaws, I rather did enjoy the story. Honestly more so than the original book.  Cause the movie makes me yearn for more. I mean you have Kai Li here and not have her go down this path with maybe BAT man saving her from his fate.

Okay, I admit it. I want 1940s Bat costume with Kai Li. I just want to see her kick ass and continue where Bruce left off.

Batman: The Doom that Came to Gotham doesn't hit that note Batman: Soul of the Dragon did, but it does come close for me. If they've expanded on the villain's motives than just have them be the same as the comic I probably would've enjoyed the film more.

Still, the places it did expand on I quite enjoyed. Plus the movie feels more like a Batman than the book which had a more pulpier Batman in it.  I'd rank this probably my fifth favorite Batman film (Under the Red Hood, Mask of the Phantasm, Soul of the Dragon, and '89 being my top favs).

But this movie was a pleasant surprise after the mess the last attempt at a Batman Elseworlds gave us that barely resembled the original story (or Batman: the Long Halloween for that matter) I kind of really dug this film waaaaaaay more as the add-ons felt warranted.

Batman: the Doom that Came to Gotham might surprise you. Save for Penguin and Etrigan’s bare butts. That will be sights one will never forget. .... I didn’t mind Etrigan’s. 

Just a last note on Kai Li. I'm okay with it being a loose adaptation of Cass.  You can see the tomboyish nature of Cass shine with Kai Li, the love she has for life, and seeing the good in others (Oliver, Harvey, and pulling Bruce out of the darkness for a tiny bit).

Her impact isn't physical, but hey a sequel can fix that. The seeds in this story can bare one where she becomes a vigilante too. The "wine cellar" and all the toys are good.

She saw the hope bats can bring to Gotham. Sooo maybe sequel bait? If not give me an older Kai Li as a Bat.

[fruitalike]

(FAMILIAR) LOVE BITES || Elliott x Shane

RATING: EXPLICIT 18+ OBVIOUSLY

PAIRING: TRANS Elliot x TRANS Shane

TAGS: Werewolf Shane, biting, rough oral/piv sex, t-dick in vagina sex, multiple orgasms, blood, dom/sub i guess, a/b/o adjacent, breeding/mating, panty kink, tongue/face fucking, size kink/difference (better tags on AO3 sorry)

WORDS: 3719

SUMMARY:

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

(puppysuki/sukipuppy's kinktober day 16 biting)

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Elliott found himself sulking in the Cindersap Forest once again. He enjoyed the privacy the forest usually offered, but tonight he could swear he was being watched. He tried to ignore the feeling as he sat on the riverbank and gazed up at the stars. Quickly he became lost in his thoughts, heart aching ever so slightly for a lover once more.

Elliott never thought that he would find himself enthralled with any of the townspeople, and maybe he wasn’t quite at that stage yet, but he was certainly interested in Shane. He was strong willed but ultimately good hearted and kind. Elliott only knew that because they had gotten quite close over the last few months. But suddenly Shane felt distant. He’d been avoiding Elliott for almost a week now. And he had to be avoiding him—Elliott was certain— because he had tried everything he could think of to try to get in touch with him. Maybe it had gotten a bit out of hand but he was heartbroken! Surely Shane had known he was a hopeless romantic when he’d first gotten involved with him. A man of his age ought to know better than to leave a relationship on troubled footing for so long, surely!

Of course, Elliott was feeling a bit dramatic, as always, but he did feel lonesome without Shane. Their relationship had been the first time in a long time that he’d been able to connect with another person in general, let alone another trans person. They’d shared such intimate moments together, and they laughed and they understood. And this treatment hurt a whole lot more than it usually would. Elliott could handle being ignored—indeed to an extent he expected to be— he knew just as well as anyone that he could be a bit pretentious at times. But Shane had never ignored him. Even before they had dated, even before they were friends, he’d never ignored Elliott. While he was usually one to seek out new experiences, he wasn’t enjoying this new feeling.

He wanted to cry, though the ability had long since left him. He would be too frustrated to cry even if that wasn’t the case. He missed Shane emotionally and romantically mainly, but he ached for him physically, too. He was only human after all. What Shane did to him physically blew every other relationship he’d ever had out of the water. Elliott was desperate to feel Shane bite him ever so gently again. And maybe not so gently, too. He’d never would have known that about himself if they’d never met. And now they weren’t on speaking terms? May never see each other again? He was despondent. Maybe it was selfish and vapid to worry about losing that part of their relationship but that’s how he earnestly felt.

He sighed to himself. He rubbed his hands together to try to keep warm, the autumn night having become cold. If Shane was there, he’d offer him his jacket, or find some other way to help him get warm. He’d keep him warm. He sighed.

Elliott was thrust back into reality when he heard noises behind him. The rustling of leaves could be explained but then there was the crunching of them. The snapping of twigs. Then there were the footsteps. First of two feet and then four. The idea of footsteps imply walking, imply personhood. It was charging. At Elliott. He could only curl in on himself and brace for impact.

Whatever it was grabbed him, and held him to its chest as it retreated to the woods. Elliott couldn’t see, and he didn’t dare open his eyes but he could feel that it was the largest animal, ever. He could not conceive of an animal that could abduct an entire human being, let alone one that would. But still something seemed so familiar about it.

Something about the beast smelled familiar. So much so it managed to distract Elliott from the fact that he has being dragged farther and farther into the woods by some eldritch horror certainly to be eaten. It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t place the smell. He was shaken into reality once more by the feeling of the monster slowing. Slower and slower, at a leisurely pace, it strolled into what was surely a confined area. It was too late. This was the end for Elliott. His life would end here and he would never find out what he’d done so wrong to turn Shane away. Maybe he preferred it that way.

The beast let him out of its grasp and he tried to stay as small as possible. The area was warmer than it was in the clearing before, but the ground was bitterly cold. Stone cold. It had carried him into a cave. Why?

He ached for Shane. The hard headed brute would know what to do in a situation like this. What would Shane do? Shane, Shane, Shane. Shane. The beast smelled like Shane. Elliott couldn’t help but cry out for him. Had he been disappeared by the monster this entire time, while Elliott sat around and pouted like a selfish brat?

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

Elliott awoke to find himself… alive, much to his surprise. He had been dragged from where he’d been left originally and laid on some kind of pelt. He realized he could only tell he was laying on a pelt because his clothes had become tattered while he was unconscious. Had the beast tried to eat him? He wasn’t in any pain other than from the whole falling unconscious on stone thing.

He opened his eyes finally, trying to surmise an escape route if he could find one. That’s when Elliott realized the beast was all around him. It was spooning him. He was angry only until it stirred. He gasped as its claws slid up him arm. It moved closer to him and sniffed him. It licked from his collarbone all the way up to his ear. He couldn’t help but shiver. “Elliott…”

So familiar. “Shane?”

He hummed. “Sorry you had to find out this way.”

Elliott turned to face Shane and sure enough, it was him! He was two or three times the size he normally was and he was covered in fur and he bared violent teeth and drooled all over Elliott, but he was Shane. And he was alive. Elliott could deal with Shane’s desperate form as long as he was alive. “What are you?”

“A werewolf. Obviously.” His voice was strained, but entirely his own.

He caressed his face as he panted. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not something… that you go around, just telling people.” He nodded and comforted Shane when he nuzzled his neck.

His attention was drawn away from Shane as his ever-increasing drool dripped on to skin that ought to be covered. “What happened to my clothes?”

Shane raised a hand… paw? And stretched his fingers apart in such a way that it nearly triggered a fight or flight reaction in Elliott. “Tend to lose a bit of dexterity to the paw and claws. I wanted to move you further inside to keep you comfortable and some of your clothes got ruffed up. Then I noticed you had a fever and tried to take your jacket off. I was as gentle as I could… fabric just likes to shred I guess.”

“Poor thing.” Elliott laughed and patted Shane’s head. Something about him trying so hard for him mended his broken heart.

“Sorry I scared you so badly earlier. I really wasn’t trying to it’s just that when I caught your scent you smelled upset. I tried to stay away from you but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Why would you try to stay away from me? Aside from the obvious, of course.”

Shane chuckled. “You can’t smell the musk in here? It’s mating season, dear.”

“Oh, I see.” Elliott blushed as Shane crawled on top of him.

Shane leaned down and nipped at his neck. “Do you mind?”

Elliott gently shoved him back. “Well, I mean, you aren’t yourself right now, isn’t it wrong if we go there?”

Shane brushed his paw against Elliott’s face, careful not to scratch him with his claws. “Such a sweetheart…” He leaned forward so that their noses were touching. “If I wasn’t myself, why would I stay away? I can’t resist you unless you want me too. If I wasn’t myself, it wouldn’t be about what you wanted at all would it?”

Elliott nodded. “I’ve lived this life long enough that I can control myself as easily as I would otherwise. But you know I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Elliott’s face was a deep red. “I-I want to it’s just that… this can’t turn me, right? And I’ll survive sex with you, right?”

Shane chuckled again. “Only if you want me to. And you’ve survived sex with me so far, haven’t ya? Hardly have the tools to get as rough with as I usually do in the woods.”

“OK. Just be careful.” Shane nodded, and started to kiss and gently bite his neck. While Elliott was certainly concerned about the large teeth Shane had in this form, his arousal outweighed his fears.

Elliott couldn’t help but tremble as his clothes were ripped off by Shane. His claws couldn’t manage much else, but it still made him feel vulnerable to his desires. His jacket had long been shredded but he was soon free of his shirt as well, his small breasts toyed with by Shane as he worked his way down his torso. Shane kissed and nipped at his skin, but Elliott noticed how often that was interrupted by small bites. Not gentle, just small. It made him jump every time, but he'd be lying if he said it turned him off. Shane noticed this and rose to his knees.

Elliott’s legs were spread and his pants were shredded off by Shane. He quivered under Shane’s wrath; his belt buckle even being broken in his haste. He continued to shake as his lover leered over him, gasping when he kissed him. Kissing was a bit awkward with the changes in anatomy but it was soothing to do something a little more familiar.

He whimpered as Shane’s paw slid up and down his thigh, his delicate panties the only thing keeping him at bay. His thumb started to rub Elliott’s cock, up and down, up and down, up and down. The motion was gentle, but his claws tore the lace of his panties regardless. His moaning broke their kiss, his body jerking towards Shane despite the danger, aching from his neglect. Shane bit his neck a few times before he growled. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Shane rose to his knees once more, and grabbed Elliott by his thighs. His fingers long enough to nearly wrap around them completely, and Elliott was not a small man. He dragged him forward and up his body, careful not to knock his head on the stone below. He all but threw him in the air and spun him around, grabbing him up again. Elliott was upside down, his legs spread and thighs on Shane’s shoulders, his knees bent behind his head, and Shane rubbed his back as he shoved his face in his cunt. He growled as he breathed in Elliott’s scent. “You smell so good when you’re a little bit scared.”

Elliott whimpered as he felt Shane’s teeth through the fabric. With one jerk of his head, Elliott was completely nude, completely defenseless. He was getting wetter by the second. Shane spit the ripped panties on the ground, but grabbed them and rubbed them between his legs. Elliott was forced to realize just how much bigger Shane was when he couldn’t even see between his legs. “Shane!” He gasped as he began to mercilessly lick and suck his cunt. Shane only laughed at his display and continued, rubbing his back to soothe him.

Elliott held on to Shane as well as he could, trying to keep himself stable as his cunt was used as his lover pleased. With the blood pooling to his head, it didn’t take long for Elliott to cum. He’d be embarrassed if not for the situation as hand. Still Shane wasn’t satisfied, sucking on his overstimulated little cock even as Elliott shook harder. He smacked his ass hard when he dug his nails into Shane’s fur in desperation. A large paw moved forward and opened Elliott up, giving Shane the ability to from his cock to his entrance; front to back, front to back, front to back. His oversized tongue hesitating before plunging into Elliott’s tight little cunt. He pushed in further and further, until Elliott screamed, letting him know he’d found his g-spot. Shane flicked his tongue back and forth, panting and drooling all over himself and Elliott as he tongue fucked his little cunt. He only got to rub Elliott’s little cock a couple of times before he came. Elliott trembled as he came again, the ecstasy of his orgasm ruined as he couldn’t help but ejaculate, immediately beginning to worry that squirting on a werewolf would trigger some kind of animalistic reflex. Shane only reveled in it, pulling his tongue out of Elliott so that he could lick it up.

Shane set him down as gently as he could, and gave him time to collect himself. Elliott’s head spun, both from the fucking and from the blood finally rushing away from his head. Shane sat in front of him and rubbed his leg, soothing him, yes, but also keeping his legs spread. His eyes trailed up to look at Elliott’s face from time to time, so he could check on him, but he was largely transfixed on his bullied cunt. The view fueling the movement between his legs, where he jerked his own cock wrapped in Elliott’s decimated panties. His lover’s juices mixing with his own made him cum quickly. He forced himself to discard the panties, fearing that he might ingest them otherwise. Elliott whimpered when he heard Shane cum, knowing that he’d be after him again soon. Though overwhelmed, Elliott was enthusiastic as ever, it had been a week since they’d been together after all. And he loved being used by Shane.

He raised a hand and Shane helped him up, pulling him to his chest. Both sitting flat on the ground, Elliott’s head barely made it up to Shane’s sternum. He felt tiny next to Shane, of course, but it only made him want to climb him like a tree. His fingers slid through his hair and Elliott looked up at him. Shane caressed his face and smirked. “Your turn.”

He looked down between Shane’s legs, everything hidden in tufts of fur. “My turn?”

Shane spread his legs. “Your turn.”

Elliott obliged, carefully sliding his puny hands between Shane’s tree trunk thighs (he meant that in the best way possible), and gently brushing fur back so that he could venture into the unknown. He gasped once he finally unearthed Shane’s cunt. Nothing about Shane had ever been small—indeed his transition subsumed into fat manhood very easily— his cunt and red-hot chode within were no exception. But Elliott quivered at the sight of just how large, and indeed fat his cunt was all the same. His mouth watered at his lover’s cock as well, he was easily four times larger than usual, keeping the proportions all the same. He reached out and gently touched him. “Your clitoris…”

“And you liked sucking me before.” Shane smirked down at Elliott again, and stood.

His angry chode and leaking cunt were eye level with Elliott as he sat on the ground. One paw held his auburn hair back, the other supporting the back of his neck. Elliott braced himself and held onto Shane’s thighs for balance. He flicked his tongue across his head, but quickly let his entire cock be engulfed by his mouth. He just couldn’t help himself. Shane leaned his head back and howled as Elliott deepthroated him. The sudden noise scared Elliott but he continued nonetheless. Gazing up at Shane panting and drooling he felt a deep sense of pride. He gave his best doe eyes when Shane met his gaze.

Elliott began to jerk Shane at the same rhythm he bobbed his head to, driving him up a wall. But he could tell that Shane could still take more. He gently rubbed his thumb against Shane’s entrance and he laughed at him again. “You know I’ll need a lot more than your tiny little thumb to feel anything.”

Elliott blushed from embarrassment and whimpered. Shane rubbed the back of his neck, and made a familiar motion with his hand, tucking his thumb close to the underside of his fingers. Elliott looked up at him questioningly. “You know I can take it. I’m soaked.” He was.

Elliott made his hand the same shape and gently prodded at Shane’s entrance. His drenched cunt took all of Elliott’s hand slowly, but easily. Though his insides ought to be as much bigger as the rest of him, right? He shuddered and groaned as his cunt tried to get used to the intrusion. He growled when Elliott set a slow pace inside of him. Elliott slowly picked up the pace, but that still wasn’t enough for Shane.

Growling again, Shane balled his fist up against the back of Elliott’s neck before relaxing it again. The redhead got the message and carefully formed a fist inside of Shane. He immediately felt the difference, Shane’s walls quaking more and drawing him further inside. Shane adjusted quickly to what he actually wanted. Soon he was in complete control, face fucking Elliott and in turn rolling his hips enough to control the pace of his fist too. He growled and groaned; he wouldn’t last much longer.

When Shane tilted his head back, Elliott shut his eyes, preparing for what was to come. He growled and bared his teeth as his eyes rolled back into his head, finally he found his edge and came. His orgasm was intense, his ejaculation no different, effectively marking Elliott as his own as he exploded all over him. Elliott got to swallow a little but most of what Shane had to offer ended up on his chest and was dripping down his body.

Almost as soon as Elliott was disentangled from Shane, the werewolf was on him again. There was a different spark in his eye and he bit Elliott’s shoulder, sinking his teeth in just enough to be able to lead him with the grip. He dragged him underneath him until he was back on the pelts, on his hands and knees, with his face down and ass in the air. He released his grip and licked the blood off his lips. He leaned in close to Elliott’s ear and licked his face. “I’m going to fill your pussy with puppies.”

A small “o-ok,” was all Elliott could muster as Shane slinked away and got into position. Any humor or irony he could find in Shane putting him in doggy style was immediately lost to the feeling of being pounded into all at once.

Shane held on to Elliott’s hip with one paw, and propped himself up with the other. He pulled Elliott’s hip back to meet his forward thrusts, setting a merciless pace. Shane was panting and drooling right next to Elliott’s face, but as he fucked him, he started to whine and whimper. His little chode overstimulated but desperate to mate. Elliott moaned with him, feeling extraordinarily lucky to be the person to accept Shane’s monstrous desires.

Shane snarled at the show of submission, snapping his jaws a few times before sinking his teeth into Elliott’s other shoulder. He cried out and came the second Shane’s teeth broke skin. His cunt clenching around Shane’s cock was heavenly but it wasn’t enough to make him cum yet. He fucked him even harder, the rough motions moving the pelt around beneath them. His claws sunk into Elliott’s hip and drew blood. He continued. Shane was seeing red. He needed to cum. He needed to mate. He needed to breed.

When Elliott clenched him tight and started crying out little chants of “oh Shane, Shane, Shane!” he knew he was milking his g-spot for all it was worth. He whimpered and whined into the wound he was making on Elliott as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. Elliott’s tight wet little cunt was going to give Shane all that he needed, and his heart felt swollen and thumped desperately. He released his bite once more, savoring Elliott’s sweet blood as he thrusts got sloppy. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier.

He licked Elliott’s face a few times and whined. “I love you sweetheart.”

Elliott gasped and whimpered. “I love you too.”

Shane snarled one final time and sunk his teeth into the side of Elliott’s neck; his mating bite. The redhead came immediately, as was the point. Shane following with a much harsher orgasm, ejaculating enough to create a puddle beneath them.

He rode out his orgasm and released Elliott, who collapsed instantly. He rolled his spent body onto his back, looking up at Shane. His blood and Shane’s drool dripping down on to him. Shane caressed his face. “Just once more?”

Elliott spread his legs. “Anything for you.”

[kpop---scenarios]

Day Three: Daddy

Pairing: Werewolf! Seungcheol x Reader

Warning: Smut, Punishment, Facefucking, Daddy, Oral (M. Receiving)

Word Count: 1.1k

"Thank you for coming to meet with us." Your mate, Seungcheol says, nodding towards the rival group sitting across from you and the rest of the pack. 

"Well." Junmyeon says, clearing his throat. "If we're going to be co-existing, we need to set up boundaries and figure out who will be on what land."

"Everyone, enjoy your meal." You smile, gesturing towards the food that you spent all day preparing for this meeting. You were new, but not that new to the wolf life. You and Seungcheol got together almost 3 years ago, and once you accepted the alpha as your mate, you then participated in the changing ceremony, changing you into a wolf, while also linking you and Seungcheol forever. You had never been happier with anyone than you were with him, although right now, the way this bitch was eyeing him up, you could do without that. 

You slowly ate your food as Seungcheol and Junmyeon talked about land, and rules, you were barely listening. You were too busy watching this girl, Maya, who was laughing at everything Seungcheol said, twirling her hair in her fingers, biting her lip as she eyed him up and down. You were over it, and were ready to put her in her place. You opened your mouth to say something, but Seungcheol put his hand on your thigh, signaling you to stop, which proved he knew what was going on. You bit your tongue for now, continuing eating your dinner and trying to remain silent, although it didn't last very long. 

"You know, Seungcheol." Maya smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd probably be a much better mate for you, I was born into this, not changed." She smiles, shooting daggers at you before grinning at him again. "You and I together would make this merger that much stronger." 

"That's it!" You yell, pushing your chair back, standing up with your hands on the table. 

"Y/N, stop. Sit down." Seungcheol says, trying to remain calm. 

"You've got a lot of nerve, and a loud ass mouth." You spit. 

"What I'm saying is true." Maya laughs, looking around the room but no one agrees with her. 

"No, it's not. He and I are together, so back the fuck off." You spit. 

"Y/N. Enough." Seungcheol growls. 

"Wow, someone is insecure." Maya giggles, looking at you. You pick up your plate, throwing your food all over her. She gasps, standing up, food dripping off of her. You laugh. 

"Stupid bitch." She scoffs. "You know it's just a matter of time before he leaves you." She yells. You crawl onto the table, lunging for her, knocking her to the ground. You raise your fist up and as you go to swing, you're stopped. You look up at a dark eyed, pissed off Seungcheol. He pulls you off of her, dragging you behind him to his office, which is just off from the dining room. He pushes you inside, slamming the door behind him, as he stands there, his chest heaving. 

"I told you to stop. You disobeyed me." He growls. 

"She!" You start, but he cuts you off. 

"I don't care. I told you to stop and you didn't listen. Now you're going to be punished." He spits.

"Yes." You whisper. 

"Yes, what?" He asks. 

"Yes..sir." You reply. 

"Not this time." He smirks. 

"Yes, daddy." You whisper. 

Seungcheol stares at you for a moment, his mind racing, trying to decide what he should do in the moment. "Get on your knees." He demands. 

You sink to your knees, waiting for what he was about to do. He walks towards you, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. "Open." He demands as he pulls out his cock, already hard and oozing cum. He grabs a chunk of hair in the back of your head, thrusting you forward, his cock ramming down your throat so hard you gag. He pulls you off of him, you try to catch your breath but he does it again, and again, and again. Your eyes are tightly shut as your mascara runs down your cheeks, your lipstick smears over your face. "Suck." He hisses, letting go of your hair. You wrap your hand around his shaft, sucking him hard while simultaneously jerking him off. He lets out a loud groan, hanging his head back as he enjoys the moment. 

"Get up." He spits, pulling his dick from your mouth, pointing to his desk. 

You go to bed over his desk, but he stops you. He unbuttons your pants, yanking them down to your ankles. He sits you on the desk, making you lay back as you hold your legs in the air. Seungcheol quickly thrusts himself into you, making you cry out. You try to muffle your cries, but he doesn't let you. "Let them hear you." He groans as he pounds himself into you. 

"Oh fuck." You scream, trying to grip your hands into anything. "Harder." You cry out. 

"Harder, what?" He grunts, holding tightly onto your ankles. 

"Harder daddy, please." You cry out. Seungcheol smirks as he rams his large, thick length into you. The desk begins to jerk, rattling in its spot as he keeps going. 

"You." He grunts. "Don't get to cum." He finishes. You knew that was coming, him bruising your throat wasn't going to be your only punishment. 

"Yes, daddy." You croak out, still enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out. Seungcheol groans as few times as he picks up his pace, waiting to spill himself into you. You clench yourself around him, urging him on. His breathing becomes heavier as he squeezes your ankles harder, you knew he was about to finish. 

"Fuck." He groans, spilling himself into you, his hot cum coating your insides. He pulls out of you quickly, helping you up before helping you pull up your pants. "Don't clean yourself up." He whispers in your ear before he tucks his cock back in his pants, grabbing your hand, pulling you back to the table. 

He opens the door, and all eyes are on the two of you. Junmyeon cracks a smile as he looks at the distaste on the face of his pack member, who has just heard the man she wants fuck someone else. You and Seungcheol sit back in your spots and he looks at her as you reach across the table for the large knife that cut the meat earlier. You begin cleaning it off with your napkin as he clears his throat, looking directly at Maya. "I'm not interested." He says. You smile as you try to fix your destroyed makeup in the reflection of the knife. "Put the knife down baby, you look beautiful." He smiles at you. Maya scoffs. You look at her, and blow her a kiss with the happiest smile on your face. She stands up, scoffing again and storms out of the room. 

"Come back soon!" You yell before you hear the door slam shut, feeling satisfied and happy that you won this round. 

[kairunatic]

Soo i know I've been playing this game for a couple of months now and I made a quick summary about the games story and lore

Ch0

It focus on gaia(MC) dealing with the lost of hes brother after they tried to kill barboros, and him partaking the dragon blood and being a half dragon deity, while off screen the what i assume the antagonists of this game jalam wants to take the dragon power of gaia, so he can rule el dorado so Gaia along with barboros(lil form) he's servant amorey and gaia healer friend flee from bal castle with the help of leonhart. A piarte captain but they escape but they were attack by dakkar(god of the sea) who plans to take gaia and make him he's mate, they protected gaia which resulted with leon ship being destroyed. But no worries they manage to drift to the free city of variey and mange to fend off dakkar with the help of billford, rook and sol. The chapter ends with gaia finding out about crystalline goods when he accidentally activate leon, bal explained these are the source of very high magic and can only be taken off if they form a bond with a certain deity

Ch1

So in this chapter gaia plans on returning home to explain the situation he's in but he didn't know that his hometown pays blanc has been infested with slime like creatures that posses there bodies. Even his father morgan was also a victim of it and ordered an arrest on gaia, The reason why there's a major slime infestation its because of jade who is revealed to be the shadow king of jealousy, and he targeted the king of pays blanc. King equus cause of he's jealousy towrads the adventurers of the kingdom, Gaia along with he's crew Amorey, Elaine, leon, robin and barboros they manage to defeat jade and saved pays blanc. With king equus free he planned a clean up of pays blanc and removing the arrest they put on gaia and bal, also alec didn't die it was reveal he was teleported on dragon isle lair and meet stalon who nurse him(but also tried to fight him) the chapter ends with bal and gaia having a heartfelt moment but it was cut short when an injured kafka ask for there help

Day and night in pays blanc

This is just a side story that took place after ch 1 basically the story tells king equus being a vigilante using jade power(yes jade didn't die) under the name of chivalrous baron to clean up crime on the streets of pays blanc but it didn't turn out quiet well as he wanted cause instead he just got buttfuck by 3 of he's most loyal attendants which is edgar,romanes and volund, they were suspected of several crimes by barlitz(pays blanc detective) edgar organizing a human trafficking auction/prostitution beneath the adventurers guild, romanes turning the public bath into a cruising spot and volund soliciting newbie adventurers to pay with there bodies for new armors/gears , so yeah in the end none of these 3 got punish for there crimes, equus just ignore it so he can get free dick especially from volund(he made equus he's bitch)

Ch2

This one focus on kafka rescuing his lover helion who is lock away in obsidonia, and he ask the help of gaia and he's friends they agreed, they met dyne a headless paladin who was once alive, till he's hometown was conquer and destroyed by obsidonia so he carried a grudge against emperors from that place, he tried to attcak kafka even though he wasn't the emperor of that time it happned, they continue there adventure till the chief werewolf rogarou kidnapped kafka and bought him to rothart mansion where gordov, plans to awaken the shadow king of gluttony beezlbub. But kafka does not know how cause unlike he's prevoise successors kafka did not partake on the outh of gluttony. So gordov decided to plan some other way meanwhile gaia and he's crew manage to rescue kafka from rothart. Even though he didn't even fight them he even offer he's manion for them to rest, while the gang were sleeping helion who was still imprisoned met bezulbub and he ask helion to form a bond with him, which he did beacuse of he's hatred towrads obsidonia and he's hunger for relief of being a slave to an emperor, beacuse of this bezulbub power re awaken and change the castle into he's lair, Gaia and hes crew fought off bezelbub and a posses helion but failed which ended up with kafka being badly injured, when they thought all hope was lost, kafka body begun to glow and a massive burst of magic he has acquired when he made contact with gaia, and with that power kafka manage to defeat bezulbub(except he didn't die) and save helion, the chapter ends with all of them returning to pays blanc(cause obsidonia was destroyed after the battle) and kafka is planning to go to surtsey to make some sort of reputation repair cause beofore obsidonia is know as a conquering nation. There quench for glory can't be fulfilled which is why they have gluttony as there shadow king

And with that you are now catch up with the plot:p

Possible place for ch 3 could be surtsey or verdancia

[maxwell-grant]

What are your thoughts on Jekyll/Hyde and his archetype of the human periodically changing into a monster ?

Jekyll & Hyde was the 2nd horror story I read following Frankenstein, I got it off the same library and it always stuck very strongly with me even before I got into horror in general. I even dressed up as Jekyll/Hyde as a kid for a school fair by shredding a lab coat on one side and asking my sister to make-up claw gashes on my exposed arm and paint half of my face, although in hindsight I think I ended up looking more like Doctor Two-Face than Jekyll/Hyde, but I was 12 and didn't have any Victorian clothing to use so I had to make do. The first film project I tried doing at film school was intended to be a modern take on Jekyll & Hyde, and I didn't get much farther than a couple of discarded scripts

Much like Frankenstein, Mr Hyde as a character and a story is something that's kind of baked into everything I do artistically. And it's not just me, as even in pop culture itself, none of us can escape Mr Hyde. I would go so far as to argue Mr Hyde may be the single most significant character created by victorian fiction, if only by the sheer impact and legacy the character's had.

(Fan-art by guilhermefranco)

Part of what makes Mr Hyde such a powerful and lasting icon of pop culture is that the very premise of the book invites a personal reading that's gonna vary from person to person. Because everyone's familiar with the basic twist of the story, that it's a conflict of duality, of the good and evil sides, but everyone has a more personal idea of what those entail. Some people make the story more about class. A lot of readings laser-focus on sex and lust as the driving force, and there's also a lot of readings of Mr Hyde that tackle it to explore a more gendered perspective, and so forth.

I don't particularly take much notice of the Jekyll & Hyde adaptations partially because the novel's premise and themes have become baked so throughly into pop culture and explored in so many different and interesting ways, that I'm not particularly starving for good Jekyll & Hyde adaptations the way I am for Dracula and Frankenstein. The Fredric March film in particular is one that orbits my head less because of the film itself (although I do recommend it), but because of one specific scene, and that's when Jekyll first transforms into Hyde on screen.

Out of all the things they could have shown him doing right that second, they instead took the time to show him enjoying the rain.

Just Hyde taking off his hat and letting it all cascade on his face with this sheer enthusiasm like he's never been to the rain before, never enjoyed it before, and now that he's free from being Jekyll, he gets to enjoy life like he never has before. It's such an oddly humanizing moment to put amidst a horror movie, in the scene where you're ostensibly introducing the monster to the audience, and it makes such a stark contrast to the rest of the film where Hyde is completely irredeemable, but I think it's that contrast that makes the film's take on Hyde work so well even with it's diverging from the source material, even if I don't particularly like in general interpretations of Hyde that are focused on a sexual aspect.

Because one, it understands that Jekyll was fundamentally a self-serving coward and not a paragon of goodness, and two, it also understands one of the things that makes Hyde scary: He wants what all of us want, to live and be happy. He's happy when he leaves the lab and dances around in the rain like a giddy child, he's happy when he goes to places Jekyll couldn't dream of showing up, he's happy as a showgirl-abusing sexual predator. Hyde is all wants, all the time, and there's not that much difference between his wants, his domineering possessiveness, and the likes exhibited by Muriel's father and Jekyll's own within the very same film, which also works to emphasize one of the other ideas of the original story, that Edward Hyde doesn't come from nowhere. That no monster is closer to humanity than Mr Hyde, because he is us. He is the thing that Jekyll refused to take responsability for until it was too late.

(Art by LorenzoMastroianni)

While many of the ideas that defined Mr Hyde had already been explored in pop culture beforehand, Hyde popularized and redefined many of them in particular by modernizing the idea. He was the werewolf, the doppelganger, The Player On The Other Side, except he came from within. He was not transformed by circumstance, he made himself that way, and the elixir merely brought out something already inside his soul. To acknowledge that he's there is to acknowledge that he is you, and to not do that is to either lose to him, or perish. Hyde was there to address both the rot settling in Victorian society as well as grappling concerns over Darwinian heritage, of the realization that man has always had the beast inside of him (it's no accident that Hyde's main method of murder is by clubbing people to death with his cane like a caveman).

I've already argued on my post about Tarzan that the Wild Man archetype, beginning with Enkidu of The Epic of Gilgamesh, is the in-between man and beast, between superhero and monster, and that Mr Hyde is an essential component of the superhero's trajectory, as the creature split in between. That stories about dual personalities, doppelgangers, the duality of the soul, the hero with a day job and an after dark career, you can pinpoint Hyde as a turning point in how all of these solidified gradually in pop culture. And I've argued otherwise that The Punisher, for all that his image and narrative points otherwise, is ultimately just as much of a superhero as the rest of them, even if no one wants to admit it, drawing a parallel between The Punisher and Mr Hyde. And he's far from the only modern character that can invite this kind of parallel.

The idea of a regular person periodically or permanently transforming into, or revealing itself to be, something extraordinary and fantastic and scary, grappling with the divide it causes in their soul, and questions whether it's a new development or merely the truest parts of themselves coming to light at last, and the effects this transformation has for good and bad alike. The idea of a potent, dangerous, unpredictable enemy who ultimately is you, or at least a facet of you and what you can do. That these are bound to destroy each other if not reconciled with or overcome.

You know what are my thoughts on the archetype of "human periodically changing into a monster" are? Look around you and you're gonna see the myriad ways The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde's themes have manifested in the century and a half since the story's release. Why it shouldn't be any surprise whatsoever that Mr Hyde has become such an integral part of pop culture, in it's heroes and monsters alike. Why we can never escape Mr Hyde, just as Jekyll never could.

It is Nixon himself who represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character that almost every country in the world has learned to fear and despise. Our Barbie-doll president, with his Barbie-doll wife and his boxful of Barbie-doll children is also America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde.

He speaks for the Werewolf in us; the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable, full of claws and bleeding string-warts on nights when the moon comes too close… - Hunter S. Thompson

There is a scene in the movie Pulp Fiction that explains almost every terrible thing happening in the news today. And it's not the scene where Ving Rhames shoots that guy's dick off. It's the part where the hit man played by John Travolta is talking about how somebody vandalized his car, and says this:

"Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it, just so I could've caught him doing it."

That last sentence is something everyone should understand about mankind. After all, the statement is completely illogical -- revenge is supposed to be about righting a wrong. But he wants to be wronged, specifically so he'll have an excuse to get revenge. We all do.

Why else would we love a good revenge movie? We sit in a theater and watch Liam Neeson's daughter get kidnapped. We're not sad about it, because we know he's a badass and he finally has permission to be awesome. Not a single person in that theater was rooting for it to all be an innocent misunderstanding. We wanted Liam to be wronged, because we wanted to see him kick ass. It's why so many people walk around with vigilante fantasies in their heads.

Long, long ago, the people in charge figured out that the easiest and most reliable way to bind a society together was by controlling and channeling our hate addiction. That's the reason why seeing hurricane wreckage on the news makes us mumble "That's sad" and maybe donate a few bucks to the Red Cross hurricane fund, while 9/11 sends us into a decade-long trillion-dollar rage that leaves the Middle East in flames.

The former was caused by wind; the latter was caused by monsters. The former makes us kind of bummed out; the latter gets us high.

It's easy to blame the news media for pumping us full of stories of mass shootings and kidnapped children, but that's stopping one step short of the answer: The media just gives us what we want. And what we want is to think we're beset on all sides by monsters.

The really popular stories will always feature monsters that are as different from us as possible. Think about Star Wars -- what real shithead has ever referred to himself as being on "the dark side"? In Harry Potter and countless fantasy universes, you have wizards working in "black magic" and the "dark arts." Can you imagine a scientist developing some technology for chemical weapons or invasive advertising openly thinking of what he does as "dark science"? Can you imagine a real world leader naming his headquarters "The Death Star" or "Mount Doom"?

Of course not. But we need to believe that evil people know they're evil, or else that would open the door to the fact that we might be evil without knowing it. I mean, sure, maybe we've bought chocolate that was made using child slaves or driven cars that poisoned the air, but we didn't do it to be evil -- we were simply doing whatever we felt like and ignoring the consequences. Not like Hitler and the bankers who ruined the economy and those people who burned the kittens -- they wake up every day intentionally dreaming up new evils to create. It's not like Hitler actually thought he was saving the world.

So no matter how many times you vote to cut food stamps and then use the money to buy a boat, you could still be way worse. You could, after all, be one of those murdering / lazy / ignorant / greedy / oppressive monsters that you know the world is full of, and that only your awesome moral code prevents you from turning into at any moment. And those monsters are out there.

They have to be. Because otherwise, we're the monsters - 5 Reasons Humanity Desperately Wants Monsters To Be Real, by Jason Pargin

(Two-Face sequence comes from the end of Batman Annual #14: Eye of the Beholder)

For good or bad, Hyde has become omnipresent. He's a part of our superheroes, he's a part of our supervillains, he's in our monsters. He lives and prattles in our ears, sometimes we need him to survive, and sometimes we become Hyde even when we don't need to, because our survival instincts or base cruelties or desperation brings out the worst in us. Sometimes we can beat him, and sometimes he's not that bad. Sometimes we do need to appease him and listen to what he says, about us and the world around us. And sometimes we need to do so specifically to prove him wrong and beat him again.

But he never, ever goes away, as he so accurately declares in the musical

Do you really think That I would ever let you go...

Do you think I'd ever set you free?

If you do, I'm sad to say It simply isn't so

You will never get away FROM MEEEEEE

(Art by Akreon on Artstation)

[seaside-writings]

(Part 1 of 3)

In celebration of the new year, I've made this prompt list made up of all my favorite prompts I've posted over 2021! I hope you all enjoy this list, and I hope it brings you some inspiration!

I'll see you all in 2022!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day. Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Prompts:

Prompt #1: “Put me down, dammit!!” “Not until you stop trying to get yourself killed,” - Prompt #2: “You wanna get married?” “What?” “Do you wanna get married?” “Like… Like right now. Like right now, right now,” “Yeah,” “… Sure,” “Great! I’ll start the car,” - Prompt #4: “If you keep being a dick I will unlife you! I mean it I will unlife you very slowly with a spoon!” - Prompt #7: “What the hell is going on!? What the hell is that!?” “I don’t know some kind of genetic fuckery!!” - Prompt #15: “Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack,” “We get it you got bit by a werewolf! Now stop using that quote!” - Prompt #17: “Why are you on the floor?” “The carpet is really comfy,” - Prompt #22: “Is that blood!?!” “Don’t worry it’s mine!!” “Is that suppose to make me feel better!!!” - Prompt #23: “So it looks like we have a weird Romeo and Juliet situation,” “Yeah, I gue… “ “Whatever you do, don’t drink poison and stay away from daggers!” - Prompt #24: “Why are we looking at thread you don’t even sew? “I sew! … Just not with fabric,” “WHAT!?” - Prompt #26: “You’re fucking crazy!” “Maybe I am, but what does that make you?” - Prompt #27: “If you don’t let this go it will destroy you,” “It already destroyed me!” “That’s not true and you know it, it might have hurt you beyond what I can imagine but the fact that you’re still standing here shows that it hasn’t destroyed you,” - Prompt #31: “Did the lights turn red?” “If horror movies have taught me anything we’re about to be chased by something that wants to kill us,” - Prompt #33: “You really like my hands,” “They’re small and they fit perfectly in mine,” - Prompt #35: “Hey, some kids are climbing over the fence,” “What are you… Oh, shit those are my kids!” - Prompt #40: “Not everyone you love is going to leave you,” “You did,” - Prompt #44: “Modern problems require modern solutions,” “Now is not the time to be quoting memes!” - Prompt #45: “AAHHH!!” “What? What is it!? Is it a Gnome!?” “What? No! What is with you an Gnomes?” - Prompt #49: “What do you know about me!?” “More than you think!” - Prompt #56: “Fuck it, it’s been a long day so I’m making homemade ice cream and it’s gonna have a shit ton of bourbon in it,” “Cool, the ice cream maker is under the sink,” - Prompt #57: “You lied,” “What?” “You lied, this will never be over,” - Prompt #58: “You’re nothing without me!” “I’m everything without you!” - Prompt #59: “Will I ever see you again?” “If you’re lucky, no,” - Prompt #62: “Your wings are amazing!” “Thank you… Do you want to touch them?” “Can I?… I-I mean are you sure you’re okay with that?” “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t trust you,” - Prompt #63: “What was that sound?” “Nothing good, I’m sure,” - Prompt #66: “Um… Why is there a child wrapped in your cloak?” “Because it’s cold, duh,” - Prompt #67: “What… What just happened?” “You just became the Alpha,” - Prompt #72: “Come on my little one, let’s get you home where it’s warm and dry,” - Prompt #79: “Hey, Little Bird, what are you up to?” - Prompt #81: “Breath! Damn it, breath! Please, just fucking breath!” - Prompt #82 “Don’t you want to dance, child?” “Yes, but… but I don’t know how to dance,” “Well, that’s an easy fix,” “It is?” “Yep, because all you have to do is take my hand and stand on my feet,” - Prompt #84: “You know, I never thought I’d have any of this,” “Any of what?” “Friends, family … love,” - Prompt #87: “You know before you and the others came along, I honestly thought that I would never smile again,” - Prompt #91: “We have to save the world,” “… Can we at least have coffee first?” - Prompt #93: “Get in the car we’re going on an adventure!” “Not again,” - Prompt #97: “I can’t believe you! What you did was extremely dangerous and stupid! Not to mention you could have been seriously hurt or worse!” - Prompt #98: “Here you go, a beautiful flower to match your beautiful eyes,” “You’re such a sweet talker,” “Maybe, but that’s one of the things you love about me,” - Prompt #99: “I don’t have anyone,” “That’s not true, you have us,” - Prompt #103: “What the fuck was that!?!” “What makes you think I know!!” - Prompt #107: “Hey, no, no, no, shh… I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” - Prompt #111: “Did you just bite me!?!” “You see the teeth marks, don’t you!?” - Prompt #117: “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,”

“And you’ll stay after that?”

“Yes, And I’ll stay after that,” - Prompt #119: “What were you all doing?” “Certainly not trying to raise the dead!” “… “ “Smooth, real smooth,” - Prompt #120: “Here let me see the camera,” “What? Why?” “Because you’re never in your own videos and photos, you need to be a part of the memories too,” - Prompt #121: “They trusted you, they all trusted you, and they all loved you! And what did you do!?!” “Shut up!!” “You betrayed them and left them as if they were nothing!!!” - Prompt #127: “I’m not sorry for what I did, I’m not sorry that I ended your reign of terror, but I am sorry that I had to do it. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop you from becoming the monster you turned out to be.” - Prompt #128: “Did I ever tell you what happened the day that you came into my life?” - Prompt #132: “Is that a picture of me?” “Yes, yes it is, I keep a picture of you with me at all times,” “Really? Why?” “Because it reminds me to keep fighting,” - Prompt #133: “Please… I love you…” “You’re a day late and a dollar short, Hunny Bun,” - Prompt #134: “Buckle up, ladies and gentlemen! We’re going for a ride!” “Who the hell let him drive!?” - Prompt #135: “Keep up, Darling! This is the end of our story after all,” “No, it’s just the end of your’s,” - Prompt #137: “You’re a little rough around the edges, but you care and that’s what’s important,” - Prompt #141: “You’re better off without me!” “And who the hell are you to tell me that!?!” - Prompt #144: “Oh please, you’re a child, nothing more than a kitten,” “Kittens still have claws and canines,”

[mandareeboo]

ok now im curious what your most petty thing is (regarding the dp post)

Oooh boy, here we go! Buckle up fuckers this is gonna be a longer one.

My senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Partially because I needed to fill the slot, mostly because I wanted to improve my writing (spoiler: I did not). Now, my high school was a three floor building- first was mostly gym, second was general, and the third was senior lockers and art classes. I spent a good chunk of my schedule senior year on the second and third floor, going between an art class to my earth science (I took that one entirely as filler, but also bc I like science) to my locker and so on.

Creative writing? Creative writing was in the fucking basement. Go to the first floor, go to a corner generally used for health and development classes, to another corner, follow a ramp and some stairs, and boom there it is kind of basement. (Side note but this teacher was REALLY into attendance and would get you in trouble if you were late which was really annoying since basically no other class was in that part of the building).

My creative writing teacher wasn't bad, per se. I've had worse teachers. I had an algebra teacher who delighted in making freshman girls cry and mocking them for it. I had a journalism teacher who would use her class time reporting how Hilary was secretly ill during the election. I had a history teacher say trans people weren't real to an openly gender nonconforming student (I didn't know them well enough to ask for specifics on their alignment, but they were using they/them at that point) and set up assignments just to mock students on the take they were told to make. It was more that she was uncreative and took it out on the kids doing creative writing.

She gave us two books to read. Basically “how I write” by published authors. I don’t remember the first one well enough and I donated it ages ago, but the second was Stephen King’s “On Writing”. It was 3/4′s personal stories about his life and 1/4′s “also write a bit every day”.  I mostly remember the first author bc she had those fake dreadlocks white people do when they destroy their hair and she gleefully told a story about making her son have a meltdown at a party or wedding or something bc he got overwhelmed and she wanted him to learn that “sometimes you don’t get what you want”. So. You know. Not much there.

She also instructed us to write in a journal every day, which she would check every few months or so. It had to be at least half a page. She would leave little comments in every one else’s journals when she checked them, but not mine- I realized pretty quickly she was a bit uncomfortable with LGBT+ content, so I made it my mission to make every journal drabble as gay as possible bc I was bored and she couldn’t mark them WRONG when she just stated we needed to write.

But it doesn’t end there! Through the entire class, we got exactly five writing projects. Stories that follow very specific guidelines that we would then read in front of the class, group proofread, and then have the teacher give final grades for. These things were approximately like a thousand words a piece, and I was writing out my 10,000 word “It Starts off Small” story in class when I got bored, so it wasn’t difficult. 

Our first project was a character going through a difficult decision. Or... something? I honestly forget the criteria. Anyway, I was HYPE. I’d had this idea for a long time now a human choosing between peaceful death or reincarnation, and this gave me the push to write it! I had a whole thing planned with death being a deer and reincarnation being a wolpertinger (bc reincarnation leads to many possibilities, ed boy, so a Frankenstein bunny made sense to me). Anyway I poured my heart and soul into this bastard and, bright eyed and bushy tailed, handed it in. My classmates all thought it was pretty good. Not to toot m’own horn, but there was some pretty bad ones going in, so I thought I’d get a solid B or something.

I got a D. I guess the struggle was too metaphorical, or it didn’t perfectly fit her criteria. I was devastated. Then I was mad. Bc I was a bored senior who thought they’d made something pretty decent for this completely optional class and her refusal to see that really hurt me at sixteen (I was always a year younger than my other classmates, so despite being a senior I didn’t turn eighteen until almost a year after graduation)

Well, fuck it, I decided. I’m going to parody the shit out of this class.

Our next project was a fantasy story. I was bitter and grumpy. The other fantasy stories read aloud were stuff like “yeah this dude fought a wizard and got a girl, then they went home and banged” (this was not hyperbole, he would’ve written and read the smut if allowed, I knew him personally) and “this girl that NO ONE UNDERSTOOD was called CRAZY but this S@!$ cheerleader who Stole Her Boyfriend so she killed them all” (fun fact: the girl who wrote that was my age and a sort of half-friend from middle school. She was a yaoi fangirl who didn’t mind lesbians as long as they, you know, didn’t FLIRT with her or something.) 

So I get up there. It’s the last day of presentations. And I present with a polite cheer. My story is about two magical shepherd type figures who are called Sister Brighten and Brother Dick as they chase down a werewolf who was drunk off his ass and accidentally bit someone else. They then revealed they were basically supernatural designated drivers for the whole town. I made Brighten mention that Dick’s name wasn’t even Richard. I titled it “His Favorite Brand is Grayhound”. It fit every single criteria. I got an A. I could tell she didn’t want to, because there was no comments or anything like everyone else’s, but she had to follow her own criteria.

Our third was a conjoined effort thing so I didn’t pull any fuckery there, but the fourth one was about common myths and spinning them into real or fake. One girl did the hook-handed door handle thing and the boyfriend ended up above his truck hanging (somehow???). I think someone did the age-old adage of a haunted wedding dress? I kind of read through those presentations. 

Now, I’m salty-salty at this point. I wasn’t expecting His Favorite Brand is Grayhound to get me a good grade. I half-assed a lot of it. I am in full Not Happy Teenager at this point. I grab a daddy long leg and settle in.

My fourth story of the year is “Paperskin.”

Paperskin is about a boy named Billy with the thinnest skin membrane ever. Just full on body horror. You could see his teeth behind his lips. Billy gets bored one day and wanders out of his house, tries to kick a soccer ball, and breaks a leg. As he’s laying in the grass a daddy long leg bites him- and his skin is so flimsy the fangs sink in and he dies. I’m actually still pretty proud of Paperskin. It’s a horrifying, Edgar Allen Poe of a monstrosity, but it made people squirm, which was the point. The teacher is clearly a bit unnerved at this point, but she gives me another A. 

I wrote a more “normal” story after that of a contentious objector forced to house kids going to see if any confirmed soldier deaths were any of their parents as my final one and I could feel her spite as she gave me a B.

So, yeah. That’s the story of when I tormented my creative writing teacher with The Gays and my weird ass sense of humor after she called one of my best works at that age a piece of shit.

 Here’s a google drive of these bad boys, because yes I do still have these things. I turned these fuckers in for grades, people.

[jinpanman]

Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove​​ for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono​ kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo. 

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face. 

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

[texanredrose]

Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69

1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.

2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.

3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.

4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.

5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU. 

6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.

7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.

8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.

9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.

10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)

11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.

12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.

13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.

14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.

15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake. 

16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.

17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.

18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...

19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.

20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.

21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.

22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.

23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.

24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?

25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...

26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.

27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.

28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.

29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.

30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?

31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...

32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead! 

33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.

34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.

I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.

[zims-left-shoe]

Hey!! Was wondering if I could get some Dib x reader where the reader is a really ‘popular’ likeable kid at skool and Dib has liked them for a while but feels they’re “unattainable”? (Basically every high school romance movie ever lol) thanks!

I had a lot of fun with this one! It ended up being longer than I thought it would haha. 

It was a crisp autumn day, dead leaves crunching under your feet. Although it was dry in the moment, there was this feeling in the air that threatened a downpour. You stood behind your friends when they came to a stop, watching them with your hands stuffed deep in your pockets, feet shifting, the only sign to display your discomfort. Your eyes followed the notebook that was being tossed between your friends, a simple black spiral book, appearance only made special by the strange eye symbol scribbled in paint marker that adorned the front. Wicked cackles escaped your friends as they continued to throw the book around as if it were a football. 

"Give it back!" Ah. And then there was Dib. The strange boy in your class that went on and on about aliens and saving the earth from Zim, your other absurd classmate. He took another jump, swiping his arm out in a desperate attempt to reclaim what was his. His fingers gently grazed the binding, only to be yanked back by his trench coat at the hands of Torque Smacky. This was what qualified as a middle school prank. Admittedly, you had thought it was a bit funny at first. That was until your friends began to run to the edge of campus, spitting hurtful words back at the clearly unathletic Dib, who was wheezing and struggling to keep up with your group. 

"Soulstealers? Chupacabras? You are actually insane." Jessica laughed as she flipped through what seemed to be his personal supernatural journal.

"This is why nobody likes you, Dib. You're a freak." Smacky shoved him hard, his body colliding with the chainlink fence. You winced at the rattling it caused and the look in his eyes as he hunkered down into himself, slouching against the fence. The one thing you could say about him was that he was not one to give up easily, if at all. And yet, he looked defeated, deciding to take the lickings and wait until they lost interest. You couldn't take it anymore. 

You were always well liked by everyone. Everyone adored you and your pleasant attitude, always gravitating towards and revolving around you as if you were their sun. And although you stood behind those that you called your friends, you couldn't just sit there and watch how they treated Dib. He was definitely out there, sure, and maybe you didn't understand everything he said, but there was a line you had to draw. He was never hurting anyone. If he wanted to believe in aliens, who were you to stop him?

"Guys, that's enough. Knock it off." You spoke up for the first time in that encounter, snatching the book from Jessica's hands. Your friends, whom most would label as 'the popular crowd', all stared at you. Not necessarily in anger. More so shock. "Here." You tossed the notebook back to him, lips moving in a silent 'I'm sorry'. His hands fumbled the book, almost dropping it as he too stared at you with disbelief. Why would you help him? Weren't you friends with those who antagonized him?

"Thanks-"

"Shut it. Just feel lucky they stepped in." Smacky retreated a few feet back from him, glaring at him all the while.

"Let's go. It was getting boring anyways." Jessica turned swiftly on her heel, every one of your friends following her. Glancing one more time at Dib, you nodded to him, a movement that was so slight it was barely noticeable. Without another word, you jogged after your friends, catching up with them quickly.

Dib was left standing there, still leaning against the fence, notebook still clutched close to his chest. His mind was now full of questions, which was no different from its usual state. Why would you be nice to him? No one was ever nice to him. Especially not the popular kids. He began to wonder if, maybe, just maybe, you weren't as bad as the kids you spent your time with.

-

High school. Sometimes media would try and convince you that it was supposed to be some magical experience that would change your life, that your entire character could be rebuilt from the ground up. If that were completely true, why had everything remained an almost exact carbon copy of the way it's been since your earlier days? Sure, you had changed a little bit. Different music taste, new style, trivial things like that. But, your friends and position on the social ladder? Exactly the same. You had stayed in the popular pool, friends still adoring you, and despite questioning their actions and morals many a time, you adored them as well. If anything, you were more popular than ever.

Dib had also remained the same. Always squabbling with Zim, causing a scene, being made fun of and ostracized daily. He was still the local loser, but at this point he was owning it. He never did have the patience to be someone he was not. That was one thing you admired about him, one thing you could never be. You didn't think anyone you were close to could ever truly be themselves. The only thing that felt different about him was his more 'fuck you' attitude to those who antagonized him. He still wouldn't fight back, but he had developed a tougher skin, almost paying no mind to any insults. He knew what was right in his mind, if no one would believe him, their loss. 

Over the years, you had many classes with Dib. You had grown rather fond of him, at the very least he believed in something that wasn't ridiculously vapid. And, despite coming off as a bit of a nervous dork in some instances, he was surprisingly self-assured, for the most part. You were proud to admit to yourself that you looked forward to see him almost every day. 

Twisting the knob on the classroom door, you let yourself in, eyes resting on the familiar dark-haired nerd, his face taken up by the same large glasses he's had for as long as you could remember. Waving, you approached his table, watching him straighten up almost immediately.

"Morning, Dib. How're you doing?" You always liked to ask him how things were going for him, knowing that he never was given concern very often. No one in your class would ask him how his life was, his sister, at least to you, seemed to not care, and from what you knew, his dad was some prestigious scientist that was always busy. 

"Hey, Y/n. And, um, I'm doing alright! What about you?" His smile was bright, cheeks just the slightest bit flushed as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop. You felt a giggle escape you as you witnessed this. Every morning, despite having the exact same routine, he always seemed to be taken aback that you were asking how he was doing, that you were even the tiniest amount of invested in his life. 

"Fine, I guess. What about your ghosts and aliens?" You weren't sure that you believed in all of that crap, but if he took an interest in it and he wasn't harming anyone, who were you to stop him? "Oh, and I want an update on that werewolf you found in your trash." Remembering the story he had told you yesterday, you figured you would ask for a follow up to show your genuine encouragement.

"Oh, that! Uh, well...it turns out it was just some really hairy homeless guy rummaging through our garbage, but...as for aliens, I watched Zim's robot eat a baby. That was equal parts disturbing and intriguing." He shuddered, having flashbacks to whatever went down last night. 

"His dog that he brought to pet day last year?" Thinking back to that day, it was a little strange. All hell broke loose, his dog going absolutely insane. It was a blessing he didn't end up destroying the entire school. Only the east wing. Lady luck was on your side that day, that was for sure. 

“Yeah, GIR. The lip smacking noises really made it horrible." A cringe settled onto his features, and you felt it spreading to yourself as well. As much as you didn't believe that Zim was an alien (he was definitely odd and uncomfortable, that you would admit), you could see his dog consuming a human child.

"Geez. I'm sorry I asked." A chuckle fell from your lips, wishing to move past the disturbing imagery brought on by his response. Luckily for you, your teacher had announced the start of class, sending you back to your seat without having to think of a subject change. 

"Tired of your charity work yet?" Jessica asked as you sat down in your usual seat across from her. Pressing your lips in a tight line, you pulled out your notebook and pencil, choosing to ignore her comment. You had always hated the abysmal way your friends treated Dib. So what if he was a bit weird? You felt bad for him, he had no one to talk to besides Zim, and he ate lunch with his sister every day. "Come on, please don't tell me you actually want to be his friend."

"I never said that...it's just...he seems so lonely." Ever since you could remember, you had been surrounded by friends. It was near impossible to hate you. You had never known what it was like to be all on your own, cursed to be a lone wolf. To you, it seemed that being alone was all Dib had ever experienced.

"He deserves it. He's a freak." Her answers were short and snappy as she tired of the subject. 

"Does he?" Did anyone deserve to be lonely solely for being a little off beat? You were the only one of your friends, hell, even the whole school, who seemed to disagree with her notion. The social outcasts and rejects wouldn't even associate with him. 

"Look, Y/n. I like you, I really do. We're friends. We have been for a long time. But if you become his friend, people are going to start talking." Your gaze fell to the tabletop, tired of this not-quite-argument. "You're too nice. I know you pity him, but think about your standing here. Popularity comes with a price."

"I didn't ask to be popular, okay? And at least if I were his friend, my social circle wouldn't be full of a bunch of dicks and stuck up bitches!" You spat, patience completely snapping. Jessica sat in a stunned silence, her eyes wide. That was the first time you had ever actively stood up to her. After a moment, you realized you were just a tad harsh, although she did deserve it. She was still your friend after all, and in her own twisted way, she was trying to look out for you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"We can talk about it later at lunch. Just calm down, alright?" Jessica brushed stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear, sticking her nose deep in her textbook for the first time in months. Sighing deeply, your eyes drifted to Dib's seat. His glance had already been on you, so you had managed to catch his eyes. His shoulders tensed from being caught staring, color creeping up his neck to his face. Before he could turn away, your lips quirked into a slight smile as you waved to him. It took him a second to register, but he returned the wave, a dorky grin plastered on his face. Again, you just couldn't see what was so bad about him.

"Dib, I swear to god, do you ever listen to me when I speak? You break my immersion-"

"You break my face. Yeah, I know." I laid on the couch, watching my sister play whatever VR game she was into at the time. All I did was start to ask her a question, I had barely gotten one syllable out before she cut me off. "It's important, I swear."

"Let me guess, Zim is eating waffles again?" Her voice was irritated, and I'm sure inside that head of hers she was wishing me to be dead. 

"No, actually-"

"He's hiding in his toilet? Ooh, or maybe he's trying to work the toaster." Okay, so maybe I interrupt her for admittedly meaningless things sometimes. Fine, a lot of the times.

"This has nothing to do with Zim!" Now I had her attention. She hesitated for just the slightest second before she resumed playing again.

"Oh? This had better be good, Dib." Her voice was no longer threatening, rather it held curiosity. Although she would never say it to my face, she was intrigued by what I had to say. 

"I need advice." Now, normally Gaz would be the last person on earth I would go to for this kind of thing, but I had already tried my dad, and lesson learned, never seek romantic advice from a man who is married to science. So, I had already exhausted pretty much all of my options. The internet was surprisingly not much help either.

"On what? How to stop bothering your sister?" Her words didn't match her tone at all. Besides, I knew that if she really wanted me out, she would remove me by force. I was suddenly beginning to wonder if this was a bad idea. After all, Gaz was very much...how to put this lightly...not romantically inclined. Still, she was my only hope at this point, and really, all I needed was someone to vent to. 

"I was thinking more along the lines of cliché high school romance?" My voice became higher and quieter as the sentence went on, and I was just barely cut off by Gaz's groan. Despite her attitude, she powered off her headset out of her own volition, which meant she was definitely interested in whatever I had to say. I pushed myself to where I was sitting up, Gaz falling back onto the couch next to me. 

"You're joking, right? You're asking me for advice?" I couldn't believe it either.

"Just hear me out?"

Fine. But if it's stupid I'm leaving." I already knew she wouldn't say no, but she still had to pretend it was a chore to listen to me.

"Okay, so you know Y/n, right?"

"The popular kid? They're so out of your league, Dib." She sounded condescending yet not surprised. I figured she had caught me staring at them at lunch multiple times. I had probably been pretty obvious about it. Thinking about that made me cringe, because Y/n most likely knows I stare at them all the time. If they didn't already hate me before, I'm sure they do now, they probably think I'm some sort of creepy stalker. Well, that's not the worst thing I've been called at school, so I'll take it, I guess.

"I know! And I told myself I wasn't going to fall for them, but I did. They actually talk to me though! Every morning in first period, and they wave to me in the halls, and god they have the cutest smile-"

"Dib! Okay! I get it, you're in love or whatever."

"I never said I was in love! It's just a crush. There's a difference." I watched her roll her eyes so hard I thought she might be transported to another dimension. Even I knew deep down I was lying through my teeth. All the little things had made me fall deeper into whatever my infatuation with Y/n was. Every glance, every little quip, every greeting...they all made my heart flutter and I would feel sick to my stomach every time I thought about them. It was a satisfying kind of sick, though. I knew I had been carrying these feelings for a long time. They had always been the first, if not the only, person to stand up for me when the teasing became too much. Of course I was going to fall in love, what else was to be expected?

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. But, do you even talk to them? No, you don't."

"So?" She was right. I never went out of my way to approach them. We would share short and simple conversations, but only when they spoke to me first. I was always too scared. They were the only person who could make me nervous and doubt myself anymore. The reasonable part of me told me that if I just went up to them, they would welcome the conversation. But, something was always stopping me. I held them on a pedestal, so much so that I believed making any move at all to be impossible. Y/n for me is unattainable, someone I was never meant to have. They were part of the untouchables, the most popular and worshiped kids in school. I'm just the freakshow who attracts all the wrong kinds of attention. And yet, something was pushing me to just reach for it.

"You're going to shoot your shot, aren't you." Her voice was flat. It wasn't a question. Rather, a statement that we both already knew to be true. 

"Well, you know what they say. If you shoot for the moon, you're bound to at least land among the stars."

"I don't think that applies to this, unless your version of 'among the stars' is being taken out behind the school and beaten until you see stars." Ah, Gaz. Always so encouraging. What would I do without her?

"Do you think it's a bad idea?"

"Of course! It's a terrible idea! But, it would be kind of funny to watch..." A smirk crept onto her face, which would have been unnerving if my thoughts weren't already racing to think of how I would even accomplish this. 

"So, you're in?"

"I would never miss a chance to watch someone kick the shit out of you."

-

Without a doubt, you were spaced out. To the point where you barely noticed what had been left behind in your locker, almost crushing it with your multiple textbooks. 

"What the...?" You pulled out a small bouquet of flowers and a note from your locker, even more confused than when you first saw it. For starters, you weren't sure how it had gotten in there in the first place. You were sure it was locked and that no one knew the combo. Unless someone broke into it with brute strength or some advanced skillset. If that wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the note was anonymous. No name, no nothing. It was typed as well, so you couldn't even analyze the handwriting if you wanted to. The contents of the note contained a love confession, and you weren't quite sure where to even begin with suspects. There were many people who had crushes on you, some even within your own friend group. Even still, the note was odd. It sounded like nobody in particular, the wordage making it seem like it could be from anyone and no one at the same time.

"Hey, Y/n. What'cha got there?" Jessica came up behind you, eyeing the flowers with intrigue. The two of you were back to being on good terms. This was how your friendship normally worked, for as long as you could remember anyway. 

"A secret admirer, apparently." You mumbled, handing her the note to read. Clearly, the person had no intention of outing themselves. They were hoping for you to catch on. From the tone in the note, you guessed it had to come from someone who felt they had no place in confessing. That could be anyone, for literally any reason. Maybe they were your best friend, or a social reject. 

"No way! We have to find out who this is."

"I dunno, they seem to be trying really hard to keep their identity a secret."

"But what if it's someone hot?" She poked you in the side, her face pleading with you to let her assist in finding out who left the gift as she passed the note back to you.

"But what if it's Zim?" You doubted it was him. As far as you were concerned, you pretended he didn't exist, and he seemed to hate your guts, which was completely fine by you. The two of you burst out laughing as you put the flowers back in your locker so you could retrieve them after school. "But, maybe I don't want to know."

"Lame." She huffed as you began your walk to class. You folded the note, stuffing it deep in your pocket. You hated that you knew you wouldn't be able to let this go. You felt the need to solve the mystery. Although you had no clue where to even begin, there was one person you hoped it would be from. He was your main suspicion, even though a part of you wondered if that was due to wishing for it to be so.

"Can we please just be lowkey about this? If I decide to pursue this, I want to keep it hushed. Word spreads like wildfire here."

-

Well, you were absolutely right about one thing. Word travels fast in high school, especially if it's drama. Left and right, you had people asking if you had found the unknown Romeo who had broke into your locker. You were disappointed but not surprised. You had expected Jessica to talk. Her lips were about as tightly sealed as a window in summertime. So far, everyone had their own theories. The wildest one you had heard was that it was from one of your teachers. You were immediately disgusted with that, and how desperately you desired to unhear that statement. 

Nevertheless, you had started to feel more confident in your own personal favorite guess. There had been one certain individual who was particularly silent through the whole matter, almost uncharacteristically so. 

Lunch time. The perfect time to gain confirmation of your theory. Tray of borderline unedible garbage in hand, you strode to your usual table, which seated all of the school's finest and most elite in terms of the social ladder. Instead of taking a seat like everyone expected, you continued to walk, not stopping until you reached the very last table in the back, which sat only two: the Membrane kids. Setting your tray down, you took a seat across from Dib, who stared in utter shock and amazement. The sister looked up from her Game Slave, glance so brief you weren't entirely sure if it had even happened. Without a word, she rose from her seat, leaving the lunch room completely, most likely to continue playing in the hallway. Let's face it, no one was going to eat the shit they served anyway. You hoped he would say something, anything that would be incriminating. However, only the usual din of the cafeteria could be heard, the occasional murmur of your table switch slipping through. 

You couldn't handle any more of the surrounding clatter of trays, laughter, and indecipherable words, so you decided to speak. "Hey, Dib. You like mysteries, right?" The poor boy looked helpless, red up to the tips of his ears, eyes refusing to meet yours. 

"Sure..." You could feel his knee bumping the table as he bounced his leg at about a hundred miles per minute. You had him right where you wanted him, and he knew it. You both did. In that moment, you knew it was him. It had to be. He was acting even stranger than usual. Based on his behavior, he knew you had cracked the case. Thinking back, it should have been fairly obvious from the beginning. 

"Well, something strange happened this morning. And since mysteries are kind of your thing, I was wondering if you could help me?" You were trying to coax him into saying the words you needed so desperately to hear. And yet, he was so stubborn.

"Alright, I could, you know, give it a go, I guess." Maybe he wasn't stubborn, maybe this was him playing out his last hope that you still were clueless on who it could be.

"I found something interesting in my locker this morning. Some very pretty flowers and a lovely little note, but unfortunately, it was anonymous. So, I guess I have a secret admirer on my hands." By gauging his reaction, you could tell he wasn't about to relent any time soon. He nodded his head, lips pursed in a tight line.

"Well, that's a tough one." Vague answers, saying as little as possible. You were getting nowhere, and would be getting nowhere. He was really going to make you say it, wasn't he?

"Yes. I have my suspicions. Would you like to hear them?" He didn't respond at all, fingers drumming nervously on the table. He still wouldn't own up to it. You decided to give him one last chance to confess, saying no more and staring directly at him. Hoping the pressure would bring him to spill, you thought your breath would catch in your throat when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Did you do the math homework last night?" His voice was almost an octave higher than normal, and there was a slight wobble to it. You could only fix him with a glare. Unbelievable. He was trying to get out of this by changing the subject. There was no way in hell you were letting that happen.

"I know it's you, Dib."

"Oh...you do?" His voice was so soft and faint that you had to strain to hear it. His eyes fell to the floor, as if trying to will a wormhole to open beneath his feet to swallow him so he could be anywhere but there in that moment.

What Dib was expecting to happen was for laughter to spill from your lips, followed by you telling him that you could never in a thousand years like someone like him, that his chances were below zero. 

Some pearls of laughter did escape you, but it wasn't malicious. Even Dib, in his most insecure and vulnerable state could see that. Throughout the day, you were itching for this confrontation. You hoped it was him, you wanted it to be him. Not so you could throw it back in his face. This whole ordeal brought you to realize that you had somehow caught feelings for him as well. Your morning conversations about spooks, although mildly concerning at times, made your day, and you appreciated how passionate he was about his interests, even if you didn't completely understand them.

"Who knew you were such a dorky, hopeless romantic?" You didn't think it was possible, but the blush that stained his face darkened at your words that were broken by giggles. 

"So...you liked the flowers? Or were you just saying that?" His eyes finally met your own for the first time in what felt like ages. You could see he was slowly relaxing, although to him it probably felt as if he were still walking on eggshells. 

"Of course. I'll put them in my room when I get home." His lips pulled back into the cutest smile you had ever seen, and you thought your heart had melted on the spot. "Can I see your phone?" You blurted out, embarrassed of yourself. What ever happened to playing it cool?

"Should I be concerned?" A hint of worry crept into his voice, but regardless, he pushed his phone over to you. Taking it, you opened contacts and input your number, adding a small heart next to your name. As you glanced around the lunchroom, eyes had started to become glued to you. You had been sitting there much too long, and many were taking notice. Standing up, you slid the phone back to him, taking your uneaten tray in your hands.

"Call me sometime." Those were the final few words that were spoken as you made your way back to your usual table, leaving him to sit and stare in disbelief. As lunch drew to a close, you would shoot Dib occasional looks, waving happily whenever you caught his eyes. You let yourself dream that this was possibly the beginning of some blossoming high school romance. In your position, you had your pick of virtually anyone at your school. Nevertheless, you wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be your secret admirer. 

[howling-harpy]

Ships as horror movies

Because I love horror. Naturally, read further at your own risk, all warnings apply:

Winnix - Body horror

A tale about helplessly witnessing a loved one to succumb to a transformation, if from Dick’s PoV

A tale about being infested with something foreign that slowly takes you over and destroys your humanity, if from Nix’s PoV

Horror comes from within. Your own body is your enemy.

Nix has fought it for so long, keeping it at bay and keeping himself together.

But now he’s reached his breaking point. He’s too tired.

Something lives inside him; something alien, something inhuman, and it’s growing, it’s taking over and slowly growing from inside out, and no matter how much he fights it, he can’t stop it.

Dick tries to help, but he can’t.

No matter how much he cares and wants to help, he doesn’t know what he’s up against. He can’t see it, he can’t reach it, and he’s powerless to stop it.

He is also afraid. The man he knows and loves is slipping away from him, he’s losing him piece by piece as the person he was is twisted and turned into something else.

It is painful. It is dirty. It is disgusting. It is hard to watch.

It’s also private and intimate. This tragedy is for the two of them. It’s the slow destruction of not only one person, but his relationship.

The thing Nix is turning to may be a monster of some sort (pick your location: woods for a werewolf, beach for a merman), or perhaps it’s a disease that rots him until he’s just a walking corpse. In any case, his humanity will be gone.

How long will love keep you from screaming in disgust and terror?

How deep can loss cut you?

Speirton - Slasher

Someone here is a killer. But who???

A secluded location, a group of friends and aquitances, no way out...

...and then the murders start. Gruesome, horrible, bloody murders, when the people get picked off one by one.

Ron is a killer who’s looking for the one who will complete him: his final girl.

Or boy. Because Carwood is the perfect mix of pure and strong, someone whose animal instinct Ron just craves to see awakened.

It’s a story about twisted love and obsession, and how everyone else around lovers becomes expendable meat in the elaborate game of survival.

Our hero has been seduced, played, and finally betrayed when his lover turns out to be the killer who just wants to take the game of survival to the extreme with him.

There’s going to be obscene violence and murders, and moments of tender comfort and encouragement that will really punch you in the gut when you realize what Ron is really up to

But it’s just love. Running through the woods makes your heart race. Struggling with a killer makes your blood pump. Torture is just physical act of emotion taken to an extreme. Pain and pleasure are so close to each other, aren’t  they?

Every killer needs the one victim who’s heroic, pure and willing to fight. Otherwise, what’s even the point?

Who doesn’t want to feel completed, after all?

BabeRoe - Cult/Possession

 Strange things happen in the deep dark depth of the swamp

People who haven’t much left their home have their own ways of doing things, their own traditions, their own... rituals.

It’s all really normal, if you just take a glance at it. If you’re an outsider, you’ll just pass through and that’s it, or maybe you won’t venture far enough from the town in the first place.

For Gene though, it’s home. Home he can never leave.

There are local businesses, bars and a school, but they are not quite right.

There are friendly neighbors, but they are not quite right.

There’s a church, but it’s not quite right.

Poor Babe had no idea what it meant to meet Gene’s family.

But it’s time.

Sooner or later, It needs to be fed.

This is a tale about a cult that has formed because a local spiritual leader was corrupted. An unholy creature has cursed an entire community and now feeds on their worship - and souls.

Gene has been demanded a sacrifice, and he planned to delived. Only, Babe earned his affections for real, and together they are willing to fight the unholy and defy the community.

Well... “Fight”. Or maybe just run. Perhaps only survive. Or maybe just die with their souls still theirs.

You can’t set the bar too high. After all, the swamps are dark and deep, and it’s so very easy to get lost.

Webgott - Creature Feature

The most unlikely team is out on a hunt for a Creature.

Web the scientist is naive, passionate and wants to study it.

Joe who’s accompanying him as a technician/driver/muscle/common sense doesn’t believe in monsters, but if he did, he’d hunt it.

Their small expedition ventures deep into the ocean, so deep there’s no light, but they do find grand underwater structures of a sunken city, just like their mysterious sources said they would.

(That, or a graveyard of ships. Either way, a maze of a location more interesting than just empty water, and that is hauntingly beautiful to look at.)

The Creature is real! Oh no!

The Creature is also not at all what they thought. It’s not an animal. It is smart, it is powerful, it is ancient, and it is terrifying beyond comprehension, and it hungers.

It is dangerous, it is mysterious, and it is Evil. And it wants something horrible.

It wants them for food, it wants to kill for fun, and it wants them for hosts of its offspring.

Selection of monster grossness: Slime, eggs, parasites. Maybe mindcontrol for extra terror and to really push that “the evil will corrupt and violate you in every way” angle.

Web wanted to study and understand It, so he’s the one who succumbs to its lure. He has to be rescued.

It’s not only the creature that’s terrifying, though. It’s the deep waters, the silent ocean, the oxygen tank that might run out or leak, everything else that lurks in the deep dark depths, and the crushing pressure of cold, unforgiving water.

How many will reach the surface, see the sun and breath fresh air again?

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Dutch and Flemish Childrenʼs Media - Part 1: Books

Part 2: TV  - Part 3: Studio 100 - Part 4: The Rest

When youʼre studying a language you often want to learn something about a corresponding culture as well, however, I have always had trouble finding resources on things meant for kids. Childrenʼs books are rarely mentioned in literature lists and nobody really wants to talk about the songs they listened to as a child.

This series will be dedicated to childrenʼs media in the Dutch language. Because of my own age most things I say will mainly be relevant for children born in the late nineties or early zeroes. (But thatʼs probably the biggest part of Tumblrʼs demographic anyway.) I have tried to include Dutch and Flemish media, but because I��m Dutch, the Dutch will most likely be over represented.

If you think I missed something, feel free to add it yourself or send me a message and I’ll edit this post.I have sorted this list by author.

For each author I shortly describe their genre and most well known book. Then I will mention 2-3 more books by them (probably ones I liked). The authors that I feel are exceptionally well known will get a * behind their name. An (f) behind a book means that the book has been made into a movie or series (or both). (No guarantees on the quality of the movie or series)

Thea Beckmann

Mostly known for her historical childrenʼs fiction. Her main characters are often young girls, but her  best known book is Kruistocht in spijkerbroek(f)about a 17 year old boy who ends up going back in time to the childrenʼs crusade. Most of her books can be read from 8 years old.Other notable books are: The Geef me de ruimte trilogy (historical), The Kinderen van Moeder Aarde trilogy (dystopian) and Hasse Simonsdochter (historical).

Marc de Bel*

A very popular Flemish author of which I’ve unfortunately read nothing. I think either the Blinker(f) series about a boy who goes on adventures with his friends, or De Zusjes Kriegel(f) about triplets who cause a lot of mischief is his best known book. Other notable books are: Het ei van oom Trotter (contemporary fantasy) and Blauwe Snoepjes (realistic).

Dick Bruna*

Well known for his picture books in his characteristic drawing style. Most well known for the Nijntje(f) (Miffy) books about a young rabbit who does fairly daily stuff like going to the zoo or the sea. His books are mainly meant for toddlers.

Marianne Busser en Ron Schröder

They are a married couple writing picture books in rhyme. They are probably most well known for their Liselotje books about a young princess. Their books are meant for children slightly older than for the Nijntje books.Other notable books are: Pietertje Pet (picture books), the Muis en Egel series (picture books) and Koen en Lot (beginning readers).

Tonke Dragt*

Well known for her fantastical (weird) books. Most well known for De brief voor de Koning(f) a fantasy/adventure book a bit in the style of King Arthur myths. It tells the story of 16 year old Tiuri who just before he gets knighted gets a mysterious assignment of bringing a letter to the king of the neighbouring country. The book was voted best childrenʼs book of the past 50 years in 2005.Other notable books are: Ogen van Tijgers (science-fiction), De Zevensprong (f)(mystery) and Verhalen van tweelingbroers (adventure).

Paul van Loon

Writer of childrenʼs horror stories. Best known for the Dolfje Weerwolfje(f) series about an 8 year old boy who discovers heʼs a werewolf and adventures follow. Most of his books can be self read from as soon as children can read, though some might be a bit difficult at first.Other notable books are: De Griezelbus(f)(horror) and Foeksia de miniheks(f) (fantasy).

Mirjam Oldenhave

Basically only known for her Mees Kees(f)books about a school intern who due to a shortage in teachers (very real actually here) has to teach 10 year olds all on his own. His methods are unorthodox, but he does clearly care a lot for the kids. The narrator is the student Tobias whose father died and whose mum now struggles with depression.

Francine Oomen

Mostly known for the Hoe Overleef Ik series(f) following the teenager Rosa through puberty. The books discuss a lot, from moving to another town and divorcing parents to sexuality, drugs and teenage pregnancy.Other notable books are: Lena Lijstje (realistic) and De Computerheks(contemporary fantasy (actually I donʼt know how well known this is, but I really liked them)).

Annie M.G. Schmidt*

A writer of books for younger children (though she also wrote television and radio shows and songs for adults). The adults are usually pretty useless. I honestly canʼt decide her most well known book, because on the one hand we have Jip en Janneke about two neighbour kids who play together. And on the other hand we have Pluk van de Petteflet(f) about a young boy who (on his own) comes to live in an apartment complex and basically has to deal with multiple adults who want to destroy nature.Other notable books are: Floddertje (realistic), Minoes(f) (contemporary fantasy) and Otje(f) (realistic).

Carry Slee

On the one hand known for her books about teenagers dealing with heavy things like drugs and eating disorders, but has also written books for younger children. I would say that either Spijt!(f) about a boy who commits suicide after being extremely bullied or Afblijven(f) about a girl who starts to use drugs to become less self conscious is her most well known book.Other notable books are: De kinderen van de Grote Beer(realistic), Iris en Michiel(realistic) and Timboektoe(f)(realistic).

Jan Terlouw

An ex-politician who writes books that often contain a critique on society. Most well known for Oorlogswinter(f) about a 15 year old boy in the last winter of the Second World War. He gets involved in the resistance. Other notable books are: Koning van Katoren(f) (fantasy-like), Pjotr(historical) and Briefgeheim(f) (thriller).

Mark Tijsmans

Another Flemish author I haven’t read. Probably best known for his Wiet Waterlanders series about a boy who goes on adventures with his friends. Other notable books are: Het Geheim van te veel Torens (detective) and De Ridders van de Ronde Keukentafel (arthurian retelling).

Jacques Vriens

An ex primary school teacher who writes mostly books set in a school setting (but also a few historical novels) I am just going to say that his most well known book is Achtste groepers huilen niet(f) about a 12 year old girl that gets diagnosed with leukaemia. Other notable books are: Meester Jaap (funny/realistic), Oorlogsgeheimen(f)(WOII) and Tien Torens Diep(f) (historical).

I would also like to point out the existence of the Kinderboekenweek in the Netherlands. Every year in autumn, 10 days long thereʼs a focus on Dutch childrenʼs books (especially with a certain theme). Prices for the best Dutch childrenʼs book are awarded (de Gouden Griffel/Penseel by a professional jury and de Prijs van de Nederlands Kinderjury/Jonge Jury by popular vote). But, most importantly, if you buy for childrenʼs books for a total of more than €12.50 you get a free extra book. Het Kinderboekenweekgeschenk is every year written by a Dutch writer of Childrenʼs books and ties into the theme of the year.

[miscellaneouslover]

Twilight, Rewritten

Bella is the new girl in Forks, but she’s gay. Like mega, mega gay. She’s in the cafeteria and she can’t stop looking at Rosalie Hale and Jessica is like “i know right theyre all hot” bc Jessica may prefer the dick, but if Rosalie told her to run away with her she wouldn’t hesitate

Edward is also really, really gay. Him and Bella become like the best of pals in Biology. Edward still wants to eat her, but he fights it off and instead talks to her and they become inseperable. The entire school assumes they’re a couple, but nah. They just besties.

The first book/movie consists of them bonding and Bella figuring it out early on what he and his family is and she promises not to tell. And it’s good. He invites her to play baseball and she immediately accepts. James, Laurant, and Victoria come along and James still sets his eyes on Bella.

Eventually he bites her and she turns before Edward could save her so New Moon is basically him training her to be a good vamp. Bella convinces them to not ‘kill’ her because it’d destroy Charlie. She tells them she’ll stay in Forks until graduation and then do it.

The Uley pack becomes aware that Bella was turned and it starts a war. Simultaneously, Victoria is out for blood for the murder of her mate. That’s the story for New Moon. Anyway, at this time, Jacob comes to warn Bella because he’s still her best friend and he wants her to be safe, even under these circumstances. Because, you know, he’s New Moon!Jacob and not an asshole just yet.

This is where he imprints on Edward and that just brings up another problem. For the first time in history, a werewolf imprints on a vampire. Now Jacob has to decide what to fight for. His brothers or who he is meant to die for and protect.

During this time, Jacob becomes attached to Edward and the two come together rather quickly. Bella is v supportive but she doesn’t have the heart to tell them both she think Jacob smells like shit. Like during the whole book/movie her thoughts consist of how cute they are but Jacob smells bad

Sam becomes aware they can no longer hurt the Cullens under these new circumstances and, instead, they turn their heads to the common enemy that is Victoria. New Moon ends with a meeting between Sam and Carlisle. It’s very tension-y

Eclipse is where we see the pack and Cullens come closer as allies. Don’t mistake it for companionship. At this point, Bella has complete control over her abilities and she’s now one of the strongest assets her new family has, other than Emmett. Jacob and Edward are going strong with little issues other than Edward’s brooding ass and Jacob worrying about Victoria.

Carlisle and Sam are constantly away trying to discuss what is needed to do, especially with newborns appearing now and having to deal with two problems at once, unbeknownst that it’s all Victoria’s doing.

This is where Bella and Leah finally meet. Leah is spiteful and angry still, but she imprints on Bella when the Cullens go to meet the pack at the border. Bella just considers her attractive, but she’s wondering why Leah is glaring at her so badly and wonders why she seems to hate her. Jacob catches on right away.

Now Leah is over more often as discussions over what to do with the newborns commences. Bella is still unaware the imprint happened because she’s a dumbass. Her mind is also overwhelmed with all of her issues: Victoria, the newborns, having to ready herself to ‘die’ for Charlie to grieve, and the looming battle with the Volturi, who she has yet to meet.

In Eclipse, the Volturi is talked of constantly in a bad light. Edward explains they are deadly and corrupt, Aro being extremely dangerous. He’s afraid he won’t be too happy about the Cullens mingling with werewolves, which is why he and the others are so determined to stop the newborns from coming to Forks before Aro comes down and see what has happened.

Eclipse ends with the battle, Bella gaining the ability to fight for the first time after long training sessions with Jasper. She’s a natural. She was frozen in shock when she saw the vampire nearly kill Leah just before Jacob came to her rescue. That is when she finally realizes that Leah imprinted on her. Unfortunately, the two aren’t able to discuss their feelings because Jacob is writhing in pain with broken ribs.

A new treaty is created after Carlisle saved Jacob. Edward had to be comforted by Bella and Alice as he waited to see his mate. Jasper had to try to calm him with his ability, but Edward was forcing himself to hear Jacob’s thoughts, trying to feel the pain in a way that they both could be hurting because Edward was so warped with guilt.

The Cullens and the pack were officially allies after Victoria’s demise and Jacob’s aid. Edward runs in to comfort his mate, leaving Bella to talk with Leah about what was going on because keeping those feelings bottled up was not good for either of them.

Leah admits she has feelings for Bella, but she’s been trying to resent them because Bella was a vampire. Bella doesn’t take offense, saying they could take it slow.

Eclipse ends with Alice having a vision that the Volturi would discover their big secret. And they were coming.

Breaking Dawn starts out happy and fluffy. Jacob and Edward prepare for a wedding and Leah and Bella are finally going strong, happily revealing their relationship to their loved ones. Everything seems to be falling into place but Carlisle explains it’s time to tell Charlie the truth, which meant they would need to leave soon, bringing Leah and Jacob with, of course. Also, they needed to leave to avoid the Volturi since the vision was still fresh on their minds.

In an attempt to keep his son in Forks, Billy tells Charlie about the pack and the truth. He tells Charlie Bella is different as well. Not a werewolf, but she was something. Jacob was furious, but he understood why he did it. Charlie still loves Bella nonetheless, but Edward says he’s constantly trying to guess what she and the Cullens were.

Just as things are beginning to settle down, Alice has another vision. Laurant has gone to the Volturi, and he told them everything. They were on their way. They needed to be ready to fight.

Breaking Dawn consists of the preparation of a war, Edward and Jacob having to put their wedding on hold so they could be ready.

When Aro finally arrives, Bella is in awe at the turn out because he brought all of his followers. He is engulfed with rage upon seeing them and the wolves. He swears to wipe them out. But Bella knows, now after Edward explained to them, he is truly after him and Alice. He wants their gifts, and he will do anything to have it.

The war is bloody and deadly. They lose people on both sides(y’all can decide who dies), but eventually, the Volturi falls. And the field they fought in is engulfed in flames as they put the vampires to rest. It’s not exactly the picture perfect ending, but they won.

Breaking Dawn ends with Edward and Jacob’s wedding. It’s small, only involving close relatives and friends. In the end, Leah and Bella declare they don’t want a wedding. They’d just prefer to stay together forever.

In the end Bella returns to the field that they fought for the war and she has a few last thoughts to herself. She is happy she decided to befriend Edward Cullen. She is happy she decided to be content with her changing. She is happy she fell in love with Leah. If she would’ve gone back, she would’ve done the same.

OH YEAH AND THERES NO FUCKING RENESMEE

Twilight Rewritten . . .

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 200

200

Standing in the childhood home of Keith, Lance felt as if he was trespassing on the site of ancient and important ruins. The shack had been made by Jeong, according to Krolia, his little anger muffin inheriting none of his dad’s skill. After 20 years of abandonment, there wasn’t a space that was coated in thick dust or cobwebs. As much as Lance wanted to explore, he felt it’d be best if he remained outside so as not breath in anything nasty, or be reduced to a coughing fit... Especially not after the extra bumpy drive in which Krolia seemed to find every single rut and dip in the dirt road.

Having the memory of the living space imbedded in his mind, made it easy to fill in spaces with his imagination. Keith and his dad would have totally eaten in front of the TV. Keith would have played with the long discarded toys still left on the floor. No one had packed the house up. It still looked ready for Keith and Jeong to walk back into their lives, if you didn’t take into account the dust. Just how it’d remained standing astonished him more than the fact they were at Keith’s childhood house. This was the place Krolia and Jeong had called home. This was where they’d been happiest. And now it was... empty and hollow. Waiting for it’s owner that’d never come home.

Hearing Keith sneezing, Lance turned to very carefully lean on the front pole that supported a slim roof over the front door. His fiancé bound to have inhaled enough dust now that his nose would itching madly. God. His fiancé... Warmth swelled in his chest as his cheeks dusted red. Yeah, it’d be a long while before he didn’t feel giddy at mentally calling Keith his fiancé. He’d waited, not sure it’d happen quite so soon, and yet, on top of having now known him for 365 days, Keith had agreed. Lance accidentally true to his sentimental heart, not realising the date until he’d seen the date on his phone earlier.

A few moments later, Keith came out covered head to toe in cobwebs and dust, nose wrinkling as he examined himself in the light of day. How lucky he was to have this idiot who resembled a cobweb brush

“This is insane. Dust should have a limit. You should be allowed a maximum quota and once you’ve reached it, it shouldn’t be allowed to settle”

Trying to pull cobweb from his hair, Keith rubbed it between the thick locks. How he’d managed to survive being an adult as long as he did, was kind of a miracle

“Come here, you. I’ll do it for you”

Obediently Keith stood still as Lance dusted him off. Both of them wanted to say something to the other, yet neither knew what to say. Lance didn’t want to push Keith into talking. Not when he had to process the fact he was once again back where everything had started for him. The home they’d had in Cuba had been brought by family, Lance hadn’t had a chance to go there with him Mami and do the whole “I remember... thing”. He wondered if Keith had remembered anything at all, yet suspected he didn’t from the look in his eyes. Guilt didn’t suit Keith. He much preferred him smiling, so he did the only thing he could think of to make Keith smile and kissed on the tip of the nose.

Rubbing where Lance had kissed, Keith’s nose twitched. A sneeze forming then getting stuck as his fiancé partially opened his mouth only for nothing to come out

“The internet says if you say “sneeze”, it should help”

With an unimpressed look, Keith’s breath caught before finally sneezing ridiculously hard. The werewolf wiping at his nose as Lance watched, kind of finding it cute. Not the sneeze but the sheer unhappiness over how the sneeze had gotten stuck then the force of it

“Better?”

“Mhmm. Don’t go inside, it’s dusty”

“Thanks for the warning, babe. I’ll keep that in mind as I watch from out here”

“That’s why you’re the smart one... we...”

Keith sneezed twice, just as hard as that first sneeze before groaning and rubbing his nose on his hand

“We should have aired the shack out”

They couldn’t go back in time and do that now, plus they’d have to remember to close the place back up. Krolia had found the spare house key, buried inside a bottle that was buried in where Lance assumed once was a small garden under the front window. Sand had swallowed it all. Then they’d found lock had seized, obviously, and needed a little “help” to open. It was sad

“It’s too late now. How do feel being back?”

“I... thought maybe I remembered like fragments, but I don’t remember much of anything. Mum does... she’s going from room to room... but I feel like a stranger”

Keith was on the edge of tears. Lance taking his face in his hands

“It’s okay not to remember everything or anything immediately. It’s okay because being here means you get to make some new memories. I know the dust is depressing, but under that, I see a home where you played on the floor. Where you and your dad eat in front of the TV. Where he tucked you into bed every night. It feels depressing and cold right now, probably completely unimaginable that you lived her, but this is another part of knowing your dad. We should take some photos. It doesn’t matter if you’re not up to looking at them now, at least you’ll have them for when you’re ready”

“I wanted everything to come back”

“I know, babe. Maybe some things will once your brain starts putting the pieces together. The important thing is not to be mad at yourself for something you have no control over”

Keith snorted, before sighing

“I don’t know what to do”

“Let the house air a bit, then take photos. Mum’s stories might be hard to hear, but they’re all part of the puzzle”

Trying his hardest to be supportive, Keith simply rolled his eyes at his words

“I think I really fucking hate puzzles”

“Nah. I bet given the chance, you’d be a total ho for puzzles”

“I’m a ho for you”

“I know. You know, it’s kind of nice out here”

There was no one around, other than the other 3. No cars. No noisy traffic. No people... it was essentially a house in the middle of small desert. Weeds seem to even give the grounds around the house a miss, and there were no trees which meant no birds or animals around. What had Joe been through that had led him to such an isolated life? Or was it because people were racist dicks that he’d chosen to carve out his own small part of the world. To think in a way Lance was kind of like him. With his house out where no one was. Living alonish... Now the house was filled with noises, he liked it much better.

“The location does have its charms”

A peaceful existence was all Lance had wanted. With Keith around, Joe’s existence would have become all more happier

“Probably not when you’re a little kid, but you would have had all Joe’s attention when he was home”

“Because there’s a great lot of other things to do”

“Babe, you’re still a handful as it is. I bet he loved every moment he spent in this home with you”

“Maybe”

“Nope. “Definitely”, is the word you’re after. I know from personal experience... well, after you stopped thinking I was trying to trick into thinking you hadn’t turned”

Keith groaned

“I’m never going to live that down”

“Nope. But hey, you’re the cutest not turned vampire around, so it worked out in the end. How’s your ego feeling?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s sad, but mum keeps talking and it doesn’t know what to do”

“If it gets too much, let me know. I can totally fake sick if you need”

Keith kissed his palm, the action soft and sweet, even with his dirty face

“You’re too good to me”

Chuckling, Lance sensed an impending loop on the horizon. Keith could say what he wanted, yet Lance knew he was the one lacking. His fiancé was so fucking strong

“We’re not going into that again. I love you, babe. You should go back in if you feel up to it”

“Will you come?”

He hadn’t wanted to intrude, or face the dust, but Keith was asking so he couldn’t say no

“Sure...”

*

Keith let himself be lost in thought on the drive back from his father’s shack. When he’d been a teen, he’d been so desperate to find his way back there. Now he’d been there, the place was... depressing. Krolia had scavenged up the few photos that mould hadn’t destroyed, as well as a few other small pieces. Shiro kept casting glances at him, and Lance had a coughing fit so hard that Keith winced for his fiancé.

He’d come to find out about his dad... He now knew things he hadn’t known before, but it’d also reinforced that his family was nothing like Lance’s. Lance would have kept up the maintenance of the shack. He would have come out every so often to wipe away the layers of dust lovingly and air the place out. Any repairs that needed doing, he would have done it all without a second thought. Heck, Lance had had his eyes on all the things wrong with the place like he was daydreaming about fixing them all... and now his fiancé was snoring softly as he leaned into Keith in the back of Shiro’s sedan. At least they had a room. Shiro, Krolia, and Curtis were all going to have to check in while covered in filth, whereas he could whisk Lance away and clean them both up.

Slowly they made their way back to town, and Lance managed to stay asleep right up to Krolia jerking the car to a stop in the hotel parking lot. Blurry sleepy eyes blinked up at him at him, Lance realising he’d fallen asleep and going to apologise. Keith kissing the words away. He didn’t need to apologise for anything. Not as far as Keith was concerned. Having Lance with him for all of this was more than enough. Undoing his belt, Shiro turned back to grin at them like he’d never seen them snuggled up before

“You guys need any help?”

“Nah, I’ve got him. You guys alright to check in?”

“We’ll work it out. Want to grab some lunch?”

Lunch would mean talking and Keith didn’t want a concerned Shiro questioning what he did and didn’t remember. He was too busy being mad at himself for not remembering

“I think I’m going to take a nap and grab something later. Today was... enough”

“As long as you’re okay”

Keith rolled his eyes

“Yes, dad. We’re fine. Come on, babe. It’s shower time”

Lance’s staggering lasted a few moments before Keith lifted him off his feet. Steps and stairs were bad enough for Lance at the best of times. Sighing at him, Lance let himself be carried, Keith happy he was being so obedient about it. Carrying Lance made him feel strong. Not that he hadn’t been able to carry him before the turn, just now he had the strength to carry him with the surety he wouldn’t be dropping him.

Balancing his fiancé on his knee, Keith fumbled the key into the lock, opening it to find Lenny had dumped box after box on their bed. His ego hated that their space had been violated, yet opted to sulk rather than be angry because it worried for their tired mate. He’d liked to do things for Lance before, now he felt a rush of pride for everything right he did... Egos’ really were pathetically fragile and in need of constant reassurance... a thought at which his ego huffed unimpressed. Maybe he should buy the damn thing a trophy and let it bask until all it’s pettiness had left his system? If only he’d be that lucky. How could his ego possibly be upset that his father had died when it had nothing to do with it?

When Lance went down for a nap, Keith was just about comfortably cuddled. He’d gotten everything they’d needed, and filled the bedside table with it, so Shiro calling his name only made him groan. Naturally Shiro wanted to talk. This was Shiro. The second he felt any kind of emotion, his brother wanted to know all about it. As harsh it sounded to him in his head, Keith wanted a break from learning about his father. He wanted a time out to process. But no. Said time out wasn’t happening, despite how tempting it was to stay cuddled up with his smoking hot fiancé who’s arse was perfectly aligned with his crotch. Cock blocked by his dumb brother, he and Lance would have their revenge later.

Tugging on a shirt, Keith dragged himself out the hotel room to find Shiro leaning against the railing. The view was of the road and the couple of cars parked across the road that belonged to holiday goers. Boring as heck

“You wanted to talk?”

Knowing he sounded a tad too blunt, Keith knew Shiro well enough to know Shiro knew it was unintentional

“Yeah, kiddo. Is now okay?”

“Sure. Lance’s sleep pattern’s all over the place. He’ll be out until he has to pee again”

“That sounds rough”

“It is... I mean for him it’s rough. Not much I can do to change things”

Joining Shiro in leaning against the balcony, this was better than having him inside with all the files on his father. Now the pair of them were stuck staring at the boring road

“Keith... You’d tell me right. You’d tell me if you weren’t okay”

And there it was. Shiro’s worry. They’d grown almost radio silent apart... There was a time Keith could barely go a few hours without talking to Shiro... Mumbling awkwardly, Keith decided the railing was much more interesting to stare at

“You’re worrying too much... I’m not a snot nosed little brat anymore”

Shiro didn’t disagree, yet he also didn’t agree or praise Keith for his emotional growth. Instead his brother slung his arm around his shoulder and gave a tight squeeze

“I miss you, kiddo. I know how you feel about losing your father. So I know that none of this is easy for you”

“I... I didn’t feel... I felt like a stranger at the shack. I mean... I learned about my dad... bits and pieces, and I think maybe I’ve got a better idea than before, but I’m tired. I can’t stop thinking about what mum went through... and I can’t stop thinking about dad burning to death. I guess I’m not okay, but Lance has been really good. He’s been really patient with me... mostly... I made him cry yesterday and he ended up yelling at me for my stupidity. All of this feels exhausting”

“Yeah? And your ego?”

“Don’t even go there. We were about two seconds away from me ripping Lenny’s throat out. I can’t... cope with all this stuff about my dad and my ego... I honestly just... want to stop thinking about it right now...”

Kissing the top of Keith’s head, Keith mentally sighed at himself. Shiro had pulled his infamous mind trick and his mouth had moved on its own

“It was pretty confronting to see the shack. I know when I picked you up, all you wanted to do was get back there... I’m sorry it wasn’t what you were expecting”

“I don’t know what I was expecting... but... I keep hearing about dad and I don’t know if I feel any closer to him. I don’t know this place. I don’t know his friends. I don’t know why he chose here of all places. I don’t know... He feels further away than ever”

“That’s not true. He’s still here. A bit of him and a bit of Krolia made you, and I’m pretty damn grateful you’re here”

“I haven’t been much of a brother...”

“You’ve got a lot going on”

Keith shook his head. That was no excuse

“We used to be... so close. Now I can’t even stand the city. Even being here... there’s so many noises. I don’t know how Lance does it. He tells me to be patient. But I don’t want to be patient... I... said something really stupid and I really upset him. I told him maybe it’d all hurt less if I’d died”

Shiro sucked in a shaky breath

“I can see why”

“So can I... I’m just... done with feeling so... feeling that all of this is so much. I couldn’t even say... I didn’t know what to tell dad. I probably would still be standing there staring at his grave if Lance hadn’t given me some of his strength...”

“Kiddo, you’ve always been strong”

Keith gave a dry chuckle. He’d been a fucking moron, too hell bent on being angry to accept he was overthinking absolutely everything and paranoid that he’d never be seen as himself or outside of Krolia, and Shiro’s, shadows

“Right. I was a jerk to Krolia. Hated almost everyone we worked with. Stuffed up missions. Caused trouble for you and Adam...”

He hadn’t been oblivious to the fights between his brother and Adam. Now that he thought about it, they’d missed the anniversary of Adam’s death... He hadn’t... he hadn’t even been with Shiro on the day... Shit. His head had been full of Lance, not... the man who’d tried to father/brother/guide him the best he could by Shiro’s side

“We can stand here and talk about all the things you’ve done wrong, or you can accept that you were a bit of a dick and you want to make amends”

“I wanted to see mum yesterday. Her. You... I don’t know how you made it through... I’m sorry. I should have done more”

Shiro squeezed him again

“You know, it hurts and it’s hard, but in a way, we got through all of this thinking about you. I had you to help me through. Krolia had the thought of your safety and one day meeting you...”

That didn’t make it okay. Keith groaning when thought about his past “anger loaf” self

“I was such a douche canoe”

Shiro chuckled

“That’s a new one”

What was what? His brother doing him a temporary confuse

“What...? Oh... not really. Lance has all sorts of weird sayings for things...”

“He’s really rubbed off on you... Is he okay? He seems really exhausted. It’s not going to be like it was on your birthday weekend, is it? Does he need blood?”

“He’s okay. Coran said he could feed off me and it hasn’t seemed to have any negative effects... We um... he... um... kind of... yeah”

“It that your way of informing me you spent all afternoon in bed and that’s the real reason Lance is exhausted?”

No. That was him narrowly avoiding telling me his brother that Lance had sort of proposed and he’d agreed... and then they’d had amazing sex, stinking up the hotel room comfortably until his idiot family ruined it

“Yeah. You didn’t have to say it out loud. It sounds bad when you put it like that”

“You two couldn’t keep your hands off each other before, I’m hardly surprised...”

The passion was still very much there, but there was definitely less spontaneous bouts these days. Lance had shockingly low self esteem, maybe he should jump him more often? Huffing, Keith sounded more whiny than cranky with his mate

“It’s... not like that. He’s been struggling with his body changing ever since he first started showing. He’s an idiot. He seriously thought his body changing was going to ruin everything. He keeps saying that he’s fat and not sexy because he’s so heavily pregnant. Its total bullshit... Like, he’s... he’s still him. And god, Shiro... the sex is still amazing... the sounds he makes...”

His ego was getting riled up at the thought. Shiro’s scent starting to grate on his senses when his mind wanted his body in bed with his mate... Still, he couldn’t bring himself to simply push Shiro away. He was a walking bundle of contradictions and felt almost like he’d lose his mind from all the going back and forth he was stuck doing

“I’m going to stop you right there. Okay. I get it. You want to be a good boyfriend to Lance. If Coran says it’s safe for you to feed him, than it must be... but I’m still going to worry about it”

“It seems his curse kills my curse. It hasn’t negatively impacted on the twins... but he is drinking so much blood that it’s hard to not worry”

“How much is “so much”?”

Enough to be what they’d thought all vampires drank on a regular basis

“He’s gone from one bag split over three meals a day, to four or five bags a day, with fresh blood on top of it. The pregnancy has taken so much out of him. You can see he’s visibly older looking now, and he’s struggling to put on any weight he’s lost from constantly vomiting”

“That’s...”

“A lot. You know what he’s like. He doesn’t like drinking blood”

Shiro snorted, deciding now he needed to pretty much lean his whole weight against him. His brother was a dick, Keith half thinking of feigning weakness just to watch Shiro trip over his own feet, but his ego wouldn’t let him

“He’s the most “unvampire” vampire we’ve ever come across. A bit like you... you’re not a very “wolf” werewolf”

“Fuck off. Lance says I’m manly and shit”

“Sure, kiddo. A manly werewolf that sits outside his boyfriend’s window and cries his head off. Matt told me all about your first moon”

Fucking Matt. Keith couldn’t remember his first full moon... that wasn’t playing nicely

“Matt needs to be neutered. He’s a fucking menace”

Shiro clicked his finger, pushing off of Keith and turning to face him. His brother’s smile so wide it verged on creepy

“A menace that’s engaged. Or is getting engaged. He came to Platt to pick the ring up. He swore me to secrecy...”

“I can see how seriously you took that”

Arranging his expression as neutral as he could, Keith was annoyed. Couldn’t Matt have literally picked any other goddamn day of the year

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. He decided seeing you and Lance were away for your one year anniversary, it’d be a good time to step up and put a ring on it”

“Rieva would hit you if she could hear you, and what do you mean “our one year anniversary”? We didn’t get together until May”

“Ahhh, baby brother of mine, you met Lance a year ago, yesterday. You know he never forgets. Someone’s in trouble”

Keith now knew the date. Had Lance chosen yesterday for that reason? It was more likely his fiancé barely remembered the days of the week given vacation time moved differently from normal time

“Yeah. You. You’re going to be in trouble if you keep teasing me”

“Awww, little Keefy is cranky”

It took all Keith had not to pick Shiro up and throw him over the balcony railing, then kick down Krolia’s door, grab her, and toss her over to land on top of his brother. Stupid Krolia... that name was definitely going to stick then he’d have to put up with hearing it from everyone.

“Fuck you. I’m going back to Lance”

“Too cool to hang with your big brother?”

“Not when he’s all smelly. Go take a shower already, you’re getting me dirty again”

“Consider these cobwebs of love”

That didn’t even make any sense. Shiro was getting senile in his old age

“You’ve got cobwebs between your ears, old man”

“Come on, Keith. Give your big brother a hug”

Dodging Shiro, Keith put up a very half arsed attempt. Shiro wrapping his arms around his waist and hoisting him up backwards. The torture lasting a few moments before he was placed back down again. His idiot brother wiping himself against him, trying to get off one last cobweb

“There. You’re all nice and webby now”

“You suck. You suck and that was totally abusing your brotherly privileges”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway. Okay, you’re all dirty now, you can go away”

Huffing at Shiro, the werewolf didn’t know why he was smiling so happily about things when he was very clearly outwardly annoyed

“Oh, trust me. I am going. You better remember to bring me a peace offering for this”

“Nah. I told you these are cobwebs of love”

“And I told you you’re old”

Shoving him playfully, Keith lunged for the handle to his and Lance’s room, smoothly opening the door and darting inside before his brother got any other ideas. Poking his tongue out at Shiro, Shiro flipped him off. Both of them smiling at each other in a way that reaffirmed that everything was okay between them. With the chance of him saying something teasably sentimental, Keith shut the door softly in Shiro’s face, before realising his brother had sentenced him to have yet another shower for the day. His big brother really was a big bother.