#i was a teenage werebear | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flowersandbigteeth · 2 years

Text

Claimed by your bear mate

General Plot: Your dad is having some money trouble and your best friend is there for you.

Word count: 4K

Bear (Hugo) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: angst and drama with a happy ending, nsfw werebear smut, vaginal and oral sex, some violence and attempted kidnapping, soft yandere vibe

“I’ve told you a million times you need to get this replaced or the roof is going to cave in,” your best friend Hugo grumbled as he smacked the post that held the roof of your back patio up.

Rotten wood rained down on the two of you and he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head.

“Well of course it is, if you keep smacking it,” you growled, chasing him away from the post. This was very hard to accomplish as he was an nine foot tall werebear who weighed probably just under a ton.

His pretty russet fur sparkled in the afternoon sunlight and his light brown eyes bore down on you, while his muzzle wrinkled.

“Ugh, you’re so stubborn,” he growled, “you have a hard head, you know that?”

“Hugo, I hear what you’re saying, but I can’t afford to replace the thing. I’ll just have to leave it as long as it will hold up. So stop banging on it!” you argued back.

“You’ve never listened to a thing I’ve ever told you!” he snapped.

You’d known Hugo since you were kids. He’d lived next door to you. He’d been a teenager when you were a little kid. He was the first person other than an adult you’d met when your family moved in and you got attached immediatly.

You’d never seen a werebear before and were convinced at 8 that he was your personal giant teddy bear put on Earth exclusively for you to cuddle. From that summer on you followed him around like a puppy to his annoyance, but he still bought you ice creams and made his friends put out their cigarettes around you.

“I am listening! I told you I can’t afford it. You aren’t listening to me!” you snarled back.

There was a whine and a crack and just as he predicted the roof caved in. Hugo had just enough time to grab you and pull you to safety before the whole thing collapsed.

“See? I told you this would happen,” he said, still holding you against his furry chest, “what if I hadn’t been here?”

“Hugo,” you scoffed, “you knocked it down with those massive hands of yours!”

“Of course I did!” he said, “now I can rebuild it.”

“I keep trying to tell you I can’t afford that right now!” you sighed in exasperation.

“Then don’t pay me,” he grumbled, “before you start with me there’s no point in arguing, I’m going to come do it anyway and since when do you have money problems?”

“It’s not really that bad,” you said, “they just reduced my hours at the factory so I don’t have extra for stuff like this.”

“You should have told me, I could spot you for a while.”

“Hugo, you’re my friend, I’m not going to ask you for money, that’s ludicrous!” you said.

“See? Hard headed. Stubborn. You’re like a little ox!” he huffed.

You suddenly realized he was still holding you and blushed reflexively. He was warm, his fur was soft, and he usually smelled like cedar wood and pine from his work as a carpenter.

“Come on inside, there’s nothing we can do right now. Let me make you a sandwich,” you grumbled back, pulling away from him.

He followed you in and a few minutes later you passed him four peanut butter and honey sandwiches cut into triangles. Hugo was a big grump but he loved honey and if you wanted to put him in a good mood it was the best cure.

Peacefully munching on his sandwiches he explained to you what kind of roof he was going to put on your new patio and you smiled at how much you liked having him around.

“(Y/N)?! You home?!”

Your dad’s voice echoed through your house and Hugo winced.

“In the kitchen!” you called and he appeared a moment later, glaring when his eyes focused on Hugo.

“You’re still hanging around with this animal?” he snarled.

“Dad,” you groaned, “can we please not do this, this time? Hugo is a person just like you and me, just like all of the other Fairyfolk in the world.”

“They don’t belong here!”

“Stop it! Not in my house! Why are you here, dad?” you snapped.

He schooled his features and you knew the ask was coming. You hardly saw your father unless he needed money.

“I’m not doing so good sweetie,” he said, “got in a little trouble playing cards.”

You rubbed your eyes.

“How much do you need this time?” you asked blandly.

“Not much…just to get me by until this thing I got going pans out…5…6 thousand at most.”

Your mouth dropped.

“6 thousand dollars?!” you gasped, “dad, I don’t have money like that!”

“You’ve got good credit, you bought this house. Can’t you take out a personal loan?”

“Dad, I bought this house with money grandma left me.”

You were hardly surprised your grandmother didn’t tell him about the inheritance that was skipping a generation and going directly to you.

“Then you owe me! I can’t believe that old bat gave you this whole house and didn’t leave me a thing! I swear, she always did hate me!”

Feeling a little guilty that your grandmother had made it no secret what she thought of her drinking, gambling son, you walked across the kitchen to where you kept some cash for emergencies.

You fished the roll of wrinkled twenties you’d saved in a jar until it added up to a small chunk you kept in the house in case the grid went down or something insane like that happened and you had to deal in cash. It was a silly thing to be paranoid about, but you still had it.

“Look, I can give you 5 or 6 hundred, but that’s all the emergency savings I’ve got.”

Hugo growled.

“Put that back,” he ordered, “you’re not giving him a dime.”

Your mouth dropped open looking at him. Hugo had never liked your parents, but he’d never interjected directly.

“This is a family matter,” your dad hissed, “get the fuck out.”

“I’m not in your house,” Hugo said and took another bite of his sandwich, licking honey off of his fingers, “and it’s disgraceful that you’re here begging for money from your daughter for gambling debt! You should be a-fucking-shamed.”

Deep down your father probably was ashamed, which is why he lashed out.

“(Y/N) as your father I am telling you to get this animal out of here! He’s nothing but a flea bitten piece of shit no one wants!”

Hugo stood up and looked down at the human man that barely came up to the top of his chest.

“You gonna throw me out, human?” he asked, picking him up by the back of his neck and carrying him effortlessly like a naughty puppy out your front door, before locking it and returning.

You leaned against the wall, pushing out a heavy breath.

“God, I hate when he does that,” you groaned, “I want to help him, but it never ends!”

Hugo leaned against the same wall and looked down at you.

“You were going to give him $600? How much money have you already given him?” he demanded.

You looked to the side a little ashamed, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh I don’t know,” you said, trying to minimize it, “just a few hundred dollars here and there.”

“(Y/N), I’ve known you long enough to know when you are lying, how much?” he asked again.

You looked up at him and a tear slipped past your cheek.

“Over the past year? Maybe ten thousand…but not all at once…it just added up,” you muttered.

Hugo drew in an annoyed hiss.

“You can’t even keep your house up! You can’t afford to do this…so what? He can just throw it all away while everything you’ve worked for falls apart?”

Tears tumbled down your cheeks and you hid your face in your hand.

“I know! I know!” you sniffled, “it’s just he’s my dad…how do I say no when he says he’s going to be out on the street? He has my mom calling me begging, talking about how there’s nothing in the fridge!”

You let out a loud sob and Hugo felt horrible that he’d gone too far in his lecturing. He never wanted to make you cry.

“Come here. I can’t stand it when you cry,” he said, pulling you into his big warm arms and holding your head to his chest with his massive hand.

He just rocked you in his arms for a while, letting you breathe in his woody scent. When your sobs had slowed he wiped your cheeks with the thick pads of his hands.

“I know you love him honey cake, but you can’t keep doing this,” he said, “people who care about you don’t drain you dry.”

You nodded conceding his point, though you weren’t sure you could hold yourself to that. Your dad had his ways of bullying you. Usually he’d have your mom call you later and tell you a sob story about how she needed something or another…a car repair or something you couldn’t say no to.

Hugo scooped you up like nothing and carried you to your living room, laying you down on the couch.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go over to the lumber yard and pick up some stuff for your patio,” he said.

You opened your mouth, but he held up his hand.

“Pointless,” he said, “this is happening. Go to sleep.”

He brushed the fuzzy knuckles of his clawed hands over your eyes so gently, pushing them shut. You sank back into the couch knowing it would be fruitless to argue. Hugo almost always got his way.

—

You woke in the middle of the night. You were only aware it was night because it was dark when your front door was kicked in.

Startled, you hopped up to see two large dark figures bending down to shove their huge forms through the opening.

In the dim light spilling in from your kitchen you saw they were orcs! They were a clean looking pair, wearing expensive tactical gear with neat haircuts.

“Well this is convenient, the scrap is right here,” one of them chuckled, smacking the other in the chest and pointing at you.

You screamed and hopped over the couch, bolting for the backdoor but when you got there it was stuck. The damn debris from the rotten porch was blocking it. Panicked, you scrambled around your kitchen for a weapon, grabbing a knife.

“There’s no use fighting, scrap,” one of them called to you as they stomped slowly through the house, not at all in a hurry, “your daddy already made the sale. There’s nowhere to run. You belong to the boss.”

You couldn’t process his words, trying to figure out if you could fit out of the window over your sink. Your body was hanging halfway out of it when they dragged you back in by the ankles.

You screamed in pure terror as the orc easily knocked the knife from your hand and wrapped his thick hand around your neck. A moment later there was a rumbling that sounded like a freight train and your entire kitchen wall caved in. Your eyes were like saucers, trying to peer through the dust at the enormous figure panting in the settling debris.

“Hugo?” you wheezed as the familiar form of the bear slowly materialized.

He didn’t wait to lose his advantage, though, and with surprising speed attacked the orc holding you. The orcs were big, but he was ferocious and he cared quite a bit more about you than they did. Faced with an almost ton bear bearing his teeth and claws, the orc dropped you immediately to defend himself. The other orc tried to help his friend and they all went down in a pile of green elbows and fur.

You couldn’t stop screaming, terrified of what would happen if they overpowered Hugo. That didn’t seem to be as concerning as you thought when he grabbed one of them by the ankles and threw him into the other one. You heard bones crack as the two of them flew through the drywall that separated your kitchen from your living room, breaking all the furniture in their way to splinters.

Feral and bloody, Hugo held out his hand to you.

“Come with me,” he snapped.

You didn’t hesitate, practically climbing him to get to his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his wide neck. He dashed back out of your house through the hole in the wall, bouncing you in his arms, and jumped in the driver’s side of his truck.You were too panicked to wonder why his truck was oddly parked just out of view of your front window, not in your driveway as it would have been if he were visiting.

He pulled out onto the street and you panted into his chest, trying to slow your racing heart.

“Wh-what…what was that? They said something about my dad and a sale, Hugo what did they mean by that? What’s going on? Who were those people?”

You were panicking, speaking rapidly and hyperventilating.

“Shhh, shhh,” he said, petting your head with one hand with the other on the wheel, “I have a hunch, but first we need to go to my father and deal with this.”

You had no idea what he meant by that, but just went limp in his arms, exhausted and running out of adrenaline. He roused you in front of his family’s house. Not the small one he and his parents had lived in next to your childhood home, but the big one his dad bought later that supported the bear pack.

Bears weren’t natively a pack species, but prejudices between humans and fairyfolk drove most were-people into odd miss matched packs for safety and community. Hugo’s dad, Riker, was the alpha and he would take over someday when his dad retired if he passed the largely ceremonial vote. They were far more egalitarian than, for example, a wolf pack, but just as loyal.

He’d always been nice to you when you’d met him, but you didn't see him very often, probably since you were a teenager. He didn’t bother banging on the door when he entered, his father had already heard him coming and was standing in the front room turning on the light when Hugo carried you in.

“What’s going on, son?” he asked, squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

He looked just like his son with russet fur, on the more reddish side and light brown eyes, but he had streaks of silver and white running through it.

“Her father fucking sold her,” he snarled, cradling you to his chest like you were a rescued puppy.

Riker frowned and blinked at you, trying to remember who you were.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, “goddess, you were just a little thing the last time I saw you. You’ve grown so much. No wonder Hugo is always going on about you…”

He shook his head and waved you all into the living room. As his dad handed you all small glasses of scotch to calm you down, Hugo explained how he saw the situation. Your dad had come looking for money earlier in the day, saying he had gambling debt. The same night, orcs break into your house implying he sold you. It was all pretty cut and dry when he spelled it out like that.

“Wait…what were you doing outside my house?” you asked as it suddenly occurred to you that he had appeared just in time.

“I’m always at you- I- I mean-I was…I-I left a…tool on your porch and I was just coming by to pick it up,” he said quickly.

There was a long silence as Riker’s eyebrows went up and he took a long sip of his drink.

“At 3am?” you asked.

Hugo shrugged.

“It was expensive, I didn’t want it to get stolen in your neighborhood…the crime has been pretty bad…” he rambled on.

“Okay,” his dad cut in to save his son, “that’s not really important right now. What is important is what we can do to protect (Y/N).”

“I think the best thing you can do, Hugo, is mate her,” he said, as if that were the obvious answer, “with your bite on her neck it’ll be clear she’s under the pack’s protection and any Fairyfolk won’t want her.”

“Woah,” you said, holding up your hands and stiffening in Hugo’s lap, “mate me? Bite me? What are you talking about?”

Riker gave you a sort of sympathetic look and glanced at his son.

“Bears bite their mates to mark them with a scar,” he said, “to any Fairyfolk it would be impossible to sell you. Any potential buyer would know right away you weren’t a maiden and your entire pack was going to chase them to the ends of this realm and the next to get you back. It’s not at all worth the trouble and a human…well they wouldn’t have any hope of keeping you.”

Riker’s pack had police officers, construction workers, ex-marines, fighting trainers, an entire biker gang…just a completely random selection of bears who all happened to be ten feet tall, doing the sorts of jobs bears did. They were not the sort of bunch you wanted chasing after you for anything if you valued your life.

“Oh,” you said, “but isn’t that kind of important?”

You looked at Hugo.

“I don’t want you to waste your bite on me,” you said.

He looked at you with the most sincere face he’d ever made.

“It would not at all be a waste,” he said.

Your cheeks flooded with color.

“I’m going to give you two a minute to talk this over,” Riker said, hopping up and making himself scarce.

You shook your head and your flush away.

“You’re doing too much for me, Hugo,” you said, trying to hop out of his lap, “I can’t let you ruin your future like this.”

He wrinkled his nose in pure frustration.

“You are the most infuriatingly stubborn little ox I have ever known!” he snapped, “will you please just let me protect you without fighting me, once?”

You crossed your arms.

“What do you mean for once? I listen to you all the time! You are the bossiest, grumpiest bear in the whole world!” you snapped back, “I’m trying to save you from a life of misery with someone you don’t love!”

“I do love you, you idiot! I’m in love with you!” he snarled, “I’ve loved you since you were a little girl getting ice cream all in my fur! Do you think I would follow your bullheaded, ornery ass around every day trying to keep you out of trouble if I wasn’t head over heels for you?!”

You drew in an incensed breath and hissed the next words out all in one angry breath.

“Well, I'm in love with you, too, you surly asshole! I think it's pretty obvious I always have been. So…so…”

You blinked at him, your mouth falling open, kind of losing where you were going with that as you processed what you'd both admitted.

“What?” you both asked at once.

You both looked at each other and then years of pent up tension burst like a dam breaking.

Hugo threw you against the couch and his massive body pinned you to the cushions as his tongue found yours. You clutched his furry cheeks in your hands, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You wanted all however many hundred pounds of him there were all over you.

His tongue danced with yours, as his claws started stripping clothes off of you in shreds.

“I’m going to mark you and mate you and make you mine,” he growled into your ear as he nipped at the skin with his sharp teeth. You heard the fabric of your shirt tear as he jerked it with them, leaving your breasts bare in the cool room. Your nipples pebbled and you arched your back into him.

“Please…I need you,” you gasped, burying your fingers in his fur. You tried to grind your hips into the thick thigh pressed between them.

“Goddess, I've waited so long to taste you,” he murmured, his tongue making its way in wet laps down your neck and over your stiff nipples. Taking your entire breast in his big mouth he practically drooled on you laving his tongue over one. Your fingertips jerked his fur until it stung, but your tiny hands were hardly even noticeable as he was solely focused on devouring your body.

He’d waited a lifetime for this and he was laser focused on completing the task. The events of the rest of the night were lost on the two of you as he parted your folds with his fat fingers and started lapping at your pussy.

“Ahhhh! Yes!” you screamed, tightening your thighs around his head.

His fur felt so luxurious and soft, rubbing against the tender flesh. You stretched one hand behind your head to give yourself leverage as you ground your cunt into his muzzle.

He hummed and grunted, sounding just like a bear enjoying a comb of honey as he ate you. Pleasure built in your core until it came exploding through your body in a bright wave. If Hugo had been human you would have probably popped the bones in his neck with how hard you squeezed his head between your thighs.

You tried pushing his head away, but he shoved your legs open, lapping up the juices that flooded your channel with long messy licks.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you cried as his tongue brushed your oversensitive clit every so often until he’d gotten his fill and you’d been thrust into a second lingering orgasm.

His eyes flicked up to you with nothing but predator in them and he tore open his pants without bothering to think what he was going to wear when he was done with you. The massive cock bobbing in front of him frightened you at first and you tried to scramble back on the couch only to be pinned in place by his big hand.

“You can take it honey cake,” he cooed, as he eagerly lined it up with your wet channel and inched his massive phallus inside.

He stretched you slowly, letting you get used to him as he watched your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. You were so much smaller, with tiny little hips compared to his large ones. Every so often he glanced down at his cock splitting your little body and groaned with satisfaction.

“Minnnne,” he growled, unable to stop himself from thrusting it in the rest of the way.

You gasped so full, your abdomen distended from how big he was inside you. He tried his best to start slowly, pushing himself in and out of you with firm, hard thrusts, but soon his muzzle and fingers were buried in your hair and he was pounding into you, drawing the breath from your lungs. You could only desperately cling to his fur as he took you, listening to him muttering your name and how fucking perfect you were in your ear.

Eventually his words just devolved into growls and grunts, pushing your eyes back in your head and making your skin tingle. His thick cock stretched you beyond anything you’d felt before and the angle he rammed into you battered your G-spot pushing you relentlessly towards your end. You screamed into his ear without meaning to when you came and he would have been happy if it were the last sound he ever heard.

As it rang, he stiffened, your pussy clamping down around him, milking his cock. He wished he could hold on longer, he wanted to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life if possible, but your scent surrounding him, blending with his and your tight channel massaging his cock with your slick passage threw him over the edge.

He emptied his hot cum into you, sinking his teeth into your neck. The bite hurt, but not like a violent pain. It was more like an intense pressure that pushed you into another, unexpected orgasm, your pussy spasming wildly and your body trembling. You gasped as pleasure and warmth enveloped you and finally went limp.

You saw your blood staining his large teeth as he pulled away and you stiffened just slightly.

“It’s okay, honey cake,” he purred, pulling your bruised body into his arms as he eased himself out of you gently.

“So am I your mate now?” you asked softly, “forever?”

He nuzzled your nose with his muzzle and hummed at you, licking the wound on your neck.

“Mhhmm.”

You giggled, as it tickled slightly, and brushed his cheek.

“Okay,” you said.

“Oh. I thought you were trying to put me off,” a strange deep voice grumbled from the doorway.

“I told you, she’s mated,” Riker told the orc standing there. He was wearing a designer suit and had long olive hair in a ponytail.

“Ugh,” he spat, “fucking bears. Well, if she can’t pay the debt, the old man is going to have to do it himself.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Hugo spat, pulling you to his chest to hide your body behind his huge arms.

The orc grinned.

“My name is not important,” he said, “what is important is the debt the little ladies’ father owes me that he now cannot repay.”

“What are you going to do to him?” you gasped.

“Don’t worry darling,” he smirked, “I’m not going to kill him if that’s what you think. Though I think you should know your father sold you to avoid a year of working for me to pay off his debt. I was never going to harm him unless he didn’t comply. It wasn't even that much money. You’re worth a lot more than $3,000. He really doesn’t deserve your concern.”

You drew your brow.

“He told me it was $6,000!” you hissed.

The disappointed orc just tipped his head at the two of you and made his exit. Riker glanced between the two of you and looked amused.

“Why don’t you take (Y/N) up to one of the guest rooms and I’ll find you two some clothes in the morning,” he offered and with a huge blush on your cheeks you let Hugo carry you up the stairs.

“Hugo…I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, but…you don’t have to tell me the truth. Whatever the real reason was…I’m glad you were at my house tonight,” you whispered into his chest, “I love you.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said, smiling wanly to himself as he kissed your head.

#werebear #werebear x human #werebear x reader #x reader #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader #soft yandere #monster x reader #size difference

1K notes · View notes

cosmo-lexies · 7 months

Text

A proper writeblr introduction

Hello people, you can call me Cosmo. I’m not a spacial doggy, no matter what the gossip says (I'm gonna turn this sentence in my new tagline). I have been around here for a while but I had never dared to do an introduction until now.

What can I say about me? I'm a Spaniard, my home is in Galician. I started to write in English to learn the language but I found out that I liked it.

I'm searching for other amateur writers. I'm really into urban fantasy, specially shapeshifters (you know, werewolves. I haven't gotten over Teen Wolf yet) and romance (with bi character is always better).

I have another blog for NSFW stories: @hotcosmo

My WIPS

Wolf Trip (My current WIP):

Senior year, the last chance to discover your true self before adult life. Jon was ready to enjoy it with epic plans: getting a spot on the basketball team, figuring out what university would be his new place the next fall, and of course, finding the absolute perfect prom date. But, seriously, since when do the plans of a seventeen-year-old boy work out as expected? Instead of parties and dealing with his new status like one of the popular kids, Jon found himself facing the fact that he's not your average human anymore. Romulo, the hot and strong young wolf who decided that Jon's essence was too irresistible not to spice up it with a little bite, had to deal with an emotional teen with a very aggressive newborn inside while they had to sprint across America to find a safe place where Jon can learn how to live in a world bigger than before. A world full of new creatures and magic where your position in the food chain may not be what you expected.

The Imperial Sorceress (complete):

Lady Dominica, High Sorceress of the Empire and the eldest of his coven, and his apprentice Ludovica have to confront a powerful semi-divine creature never seen before in imperial lands which is destroying the military forces of the empire and find out why the creature is helping the alliance of the Southern kingdoms to conquer the city of Lorencia.

Midnight rituals, season 1:

"A witch, a vampire, a werebear, and a human are in a clearing in the middle of a forest…" This could be the beginning of a bad joke or of a riddle; however, the witch was summoning an ancient demon while the human tried to avoid it; the witch and the vampire were in love but they fight more than anything else, and the werebear, well, he is there being a very handsome guy and tried to no one ended up dead. The peace of the small town of Santo Hills (Pennsylvania) is in danger and only the hardly credible team of four supernatural teenagers has some opportunity to avoid a massacre in the town.

Dylan, season 1:

"Do you know this feeling of whatever you do, you're going to fuck it? For me, it's not a feeling it's my day-to-day. Hooking up with someone older, yelling at my social worker, or kissing a girl for whom I feel nothing is only a small part of my problems. The big part is my powers which my family knows nothing about. Fuck, I don't know how I survive until graduation. I should talk to them, should I? Ahhh, fucking l…"

Malicious Wood:

"After Ragnarök, paradise emerged, Yggdrasil blossomed from its ashes, and a new pantheon was constructed, ushering in a new era. But time passed and nothing in this world was created to be at peace forever. Asktré accompanied by his sons Lunnec and Fenrir, return home after an arduous and fruitless journey. Against Aktré's wishes, they are unexpectedly drawn into the investigation of a series of mysterious murders in Odinia, Midgar. Could an Ashman and two hybrids discover the truth behind these heinous crimes? Malicious Wood serves as an enthralling introduction to New Yggdrasil a world base on Norse mythology post-Ragnarök where the delicate balance between Realms is starting to change. Can those born of an old world save a new one?"

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #fantasy #books #writeblr community #writing community #writer things #introduction post #introductory post #lgtbq #cosmo-lexies #hotcosmo

12 notes · View notes

doubtfultaste · 7 months

Text

From the "Wadzilla" segment which is way too good to belong in this anthology.

Chillerama, which I just watched, is one that makes me feel shamefaced for saying I loved anything to do with it, but well I really enjoyed that first segment. Although the feature's overall aesthetic is great, reviving the 40's-80's grindhouse movies, pretty much as a tribute to the drive-in era, the rest of it is just as dumb and mysoginist as one can be, even if "subtely". The Hitler one could have worked if it'd made me laugh and if the monster didn't look like Rob Zombie and Star Wars had a kid. "I was a teenage Werebear" was just boring non-sense even though it had some cool nasty scenes that I'll prolly gif. Beyond "Wadzilla", the "Deathication" thing was the most effective thing about this, giving me the instant urge to take a dump. At least I got a giggle outta that.

Dumb, unfunny and for most part just "eh.", this time not in a good way. Except for Wadzilla, again. That alone could be an 8 outta 10. So... still an ok watch for when you were working 'til late last night and your cat wakes you up at 5am so you watch something hopefully stimulant enough to keep you awake til the end (even though you struggled at times) and that doesn't ask for you to use too much of your brain.

#chillerama #wadzilla #Adam Rifkin #sci-fi #horror #monster #sperm #2011 #trash

0 notes

ducky183 · 5 years

Text

undefined

youtube

Love bit me on the ass

#Chillerama #Love bit me on the ass #I was a teenage werebear

0 notes

luckthebard · 3 years

Text

Since I occasionally see people posting to the effect of "I'd love to see Critical Role play games in a system other than D&D!" I thought it might be useful to make a resource post of all the times they have done that.

(I see this on twitter more than anywhere else, so if someone has a larger following on there than me and wants to use these links to make a thread, please feel free to do so!)

Pathfinder

"To the Poop!: The Goblins" - A delightful oneshot, in which a group of goblins attempt to infiltrate a town and attack some adventurers.

GMed by Matt Mercer with players Ashly Burch, Phil LaMarr, Ivan Van Norman, Marisha Ray, and Taliesin Jaffe.

Vampire: The Masquerade

"Thursday By Night" - A two-part adventure in which the Critical Role cast wake up as vampires in the studio and have to figure out what's happened to them

GMed by Taliesin Jaffe with players Matt Mercer, Marisha Ray, Travis Willingham, Laura Bailey, Liam O'Brien, and Sam Riegel.

Savage Worlds RPG System

"Undeadwood" - A 4-part miniseries using the "Deadlands" setting for Savage Worlds. Five strangers to both each other and the historic mining town of Deadwood are hired to investigate supernatural rumors by a local community pillar.

GMed by Brian Foster (with assistance from Ivan Van Norman), with players Khary Payton, Anjali Bhimani, Matthew Mercer, Marisha Ray, and Travis Willingham.

Call of Cthulhu

"Call of Cthulhu: Shadow of the Crystal Palace" - A oneshot set in late 19th century London, as a motley crew prepare a heist at the Crystal Palace, but get more than they bargained for.

GMed by Taliesin Jaffe with players Marisha Ray, Erika Ishii, Phil LaMarr, Travis Willingham, Ashly Burch, and Liam O'Brien.

Honey Heist

"Trinket's Honey Heist" - Vex's pal Trinket plots with other bears to steal honey from a festival.

GMed by Marisha Ray with players Matt Mercer, Taliesin Jaffe, Liam O'Brien, Sam Riegel, and Brian Foster.

"Honey Heist 2: Electric Beargaloo" - Trinket and pals are back for a high-stakes heist sequel!

GMed by Marisha Ray with players Matt Mercer, Taliesin Jaffe, Liam O'Brien, Sam Riegel, and Brian Foster.

"Honey Heist 3: Tova's Honeys" - Werebear Tova teams up with a new group of bears for yet more heist shenanigans!

GMed by Marisha Ray with players Noelle Stevenson, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Krystina Arielle, Brittany Walloch-Key, Dani Carr, and Laura Bailey.

Crash Pandas

"Sam Riegel's Crash Panda's Oneshot" - A group of raccoons attempt to enter a street race.

GMed by Sam Riegel with players Travis Willingham, Laura Bailey, Liam O'Brien, Marisha Ray, Matt Mercer, and Blair Herter.

My Little Pony: Tails of Equestria

"Tails of Equestria Oneshot" - In this My Little Pony game, a group of ponies try to save their kingdom and discover that friendship really is magic.

GMed by Mark Hulmes with players Ashley Johnson, Markeia McCarty, Julie Nathanson, Liam O'Brien, and Roger Craig Smith

Monsterhearts 2

"Cinderbrush: A Monsterhearts Story" - A oneshot in which supernatural teenagers navigate both themselves and a creepy town cult.

GMed by Matthew Mercer with players Ashley Johnson, Erika Ishii, Taliesin Jaffe and Ally Beardsley.

#critical role #reference post #oneshots #ttrpg #ttrpg podcast

1K notes · View notes

ask-fantasy-sanders-sides · 3 years

Note

Sorry, I know you probably get these a lot but could we recap

(The posts tagged with “#tsrpgau recap” summarize the events of the comic and asks, and lore that has been revealed thus far!)

inter-comic recaps: First / Prev / Next / All.

Contains: (Recap #24) Asks 123.2 (Interlude 3) - 125

~~~

(The Main Story)

While Logan and Virgil are still in the party, you ask them about Roman’s Werebear status; what Virgil called a “guy'ya athiyk.”

Virgil explains that the bear Roman turns into is sort-of the same person, but also a completely different consciousness; a ghost-bear made of Fae magic who is possessing his body. He has the same personality as Roman, but a different brain and different memories...

Essentially, who Roman would be if he was born an animal.

Virgil, as a Ranger, is able to communicate with these Fae animal-ghost-things, hence his ability to talk to Robear! Annie can as well, since she is also a Fae magic-spirit creature. (she’s just the personification of an element, sea water/foam, instead of a beast)

Logan has done some research on the curse, and he has good news and bad news.

Good news: Roman should have some cool new powers! His lycanthropy basically got an upgrade after he killed Jasper, the werewolf who turned him.

Bad news: The “upgrade” also means that Roman’s lycanthropy will be significantly harder to cure. PLUS, if he doesn’t learn to cooperate with it soon, eventually the Bear will take over his body entirely. This will erase his humanoid memories, and Roman will, essentially, die.

Logan and Virgil discuss some plans on how to continue Virgil’s sorcerer training!

Even after Elistraee’s warnings, Logan doesn’t seem keen to let Janus help in their lessons. (01, 02, 03, 04)

Logan doubts that Janus’s personal experience as a Sorcerer will be much help. There is no way to prove he and Virgil are even the same kind of sorcerer, and Janus isn’t trained to teach other people magic, which is a very dangerous field of work. But, he is persuaded to let Janus observe their classes, at least.

Janus seems to have a similar opinion towards Logan, assuming himself to be the most qualified teacher. It does not look like these two are going to get along...

You take a break to talk to the Empress for a moment, worried that something dangerous might be stalking the boys tonight. (01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07)

Virgil had mentioned feeling watched in the ballroom, and you caught Marissa somehow scrying in on him and Roman earlier... Could there be a minion of the Dragon Witch with us tonight?

The Empress thinks its possible, but...

They would have to be a team; one accomplice/minion wearing a Touchstone magic item (like Logan’s earring or Virgil’s insignia) who is in the party tonight, and a magic user as powerful as the Empress or even stronger who is using that magic item as an antenna.

The accomplice would either have to be relatively weak and nonthreatening themselves, or if they were a powerful creature, able to cloak themselves under the radar of another creature of the same type. (Example: A powerful Celestial may be disguised by the presence of Roman and Remus, while a powerful Draconic creature may be disguised by the presence of Janus and Virgil, or a powerful Fae disguised by...well, everyone at this party.)

The accomplice could not be someone faithful to Lolth, or the Empress would have found them already.

We know Marissa is the magic user, but who is her spy?

You warn the Empress to have her army watch the ballroom closely, but that’s all you have deduced thus far...

The third hour is spent with Patton, who is encouraged to meet Remus in the combat ring!

Patton has let his tail loose as part of his costume! (Partially so the locals he meets will stop assuming he’s a human/dwarven teenager.) It seems to be littered with bruises, though you aren’t sure if they are from earlier in the party or from being tied to his leg these past few days....or years?

(Remus looks particularly annoyed when Patton says the bruises were from him “just being clumsy.” But, strangely, he doesn’t push the subject?)

The two front-line-fighters goad each other into a fight, Monk VS Barbarian!

The fight is neck-and-neck for a long time, with Patton doing way more damage, (like four times as much,) but Remus is soaking it up like a sponge with his insane HP.

About 18 seconds into the fight Remus only has a fourth of his HP left, and in response to the pain he flies into a Rage! Magic light bursts out of him like a flashbang, blinding Patton and the drow spectators!! Patton is able to blindly climb up his back and try to choke him out before he escapes the ring and kills someone (or Patton himself,) but he’s not quite strong enough to manage it; both of them have only 2 HP left...

...And then one of the guards recovers from blindness and knocks Remus out with a blow to the head.

The guard, Commander Tsubya, admonishes Remus for blinding everyone in the room and losing control, kicking him out of the ring for tonight. They also congratulate Patton for lasting that long against “Malla A'ni De’anonen's mad dog.” The fight is ruled a tie.

Remus, enraged at the thought of a tie and very excited by Patton’s potential to be an equal challenge for him in combat, demands a rematch!

Patton absolutely refuses.

He also tries to pry into Remus’s rage ability, worried both for Remus and for the people around him, but Remus brushes him off about it.

Both of them have one Exhaustion Point from the fight.

Patton expresses some worries about what the group is meant to do from this point on, if they’re even still a group once they get to the capital... (01, 02)

You get a snippet into Patton’s childhood and adolescence; a montage of him “being clumsy” with his tail.

You get to see Patton’s parents, who are all enamored with Patton’s cheerful and over-excitable nature, even when it leads to him unknowingly knocking things off of tables or spraining his tail from wagging it too hard.

Then you get to see his ex, who seems to be the first to suggest that Patton should tie his unruly tail down...

Patton explains a bit about Halfling’s tails (tail-wagging, connection to mood, etc) and can’t seem to avoid bringing up his ex-fiancée... (01, 02, 03)

The fourth hour is spent with Roman, who finds Patton resting at the bar after his fight!

They talk about lots of things, mostly what their two groups did over the last day/week, the current state of their respective crushes, and their new looks!

They both dote on each other, Roman assuring Patton that he looks very attractive and cool with his tail out and his puffy coat, and Patton insisting that Roman still looks very regal and handsome with his new weight and hair.

Roman decides to tell Patton the truth about he and Virgil’s duo time, even when it comes to the fight he started and the mean things he said. Patton appreciates his honesty, apologizing for holding him to a mean double-standard over his Aasimar secret. Their relationship is greatly improved!

Roman delves into a mental monologue over his confusing experiences of romantic attraction, or partial lack thereof, which he doesn’t seem aware that you heard...

It is revealed that the two of them have discussed their toxic exes (Marissa and Richard) before to some extent.

You get an illustration of Marissa while Roman mentions her in his recap, but....she doesn’t look like the Dragon Witch??

Roman is worried about where he and Virgil stand. Patton reassures him that Virgil is clearly interested, and they’re also able to figure out that Virgil’s stressed about them possibly losing their memories to the Faewild!

Patton also reveals that he still has the purple worm-poisoned knife Virgil gave him, and suspects Logan still has his as well.

Patton mentions his fight with Remus, and Roman is furious. Patton is barely able to calm him down, but despite Patton’s protests Roman continues to speak hatefully about his brother...

The two of them drink as they talk, (Patton drinking much more than Roman,) and both are Tipsy by the end of the hour.

They also haven’t been sticking as strictly to the nickname rule as they should have been...

...And right before their hour is up, Roman senses something dangerous near Annie!

Somehow able to track her location somewhat thanks to their fae-familial bond, Roman heads back to the Ballroom with Patton close behind!

(In Other News…)

Virgil worries about what to do the next time he sees Janus. (01, 02, 03)

Janus, for his part, asks all of you to vote him and Virgil as the next group in the minigame so that he can actually find him.

Logan and Virgil end up talking about the state of Virgil’s surface sickness, and the possible (but temporary) treatment provided by the Colony! (01, 02)

Virgil is half convinced to give it a shot, but he still worries that it will add too much time to their trip, or that he might hurt a Priestess in the process...

You and Virgil ask Logan about dragon hoarding behavior! (01, 02, 03)

You discuss the Elven religious/spiritual belief of Soul Splintering with Virgil and Logan. Logan seems somewhat disdainful of the concept, but Virgil really believes in it, even if some other elves use it cruelly. (01, 02, 03)

Virgil talks about his sisters, who he wasn’t actually related to, but they were all supposed to pretend they were actual siblings. Some of whom he genuinely cares about... (01, 02, 03, 04, 05)

Virgil (and Dragon Witch, and the Empress) elaborate on the “love potion incident” in his backstory, including the boyfriend who Virgil killed that night and one of Virgil’s own powerful nicknames. (01, 02, 03, 04, 05)

You tell Virgil about the NPCs in various rooms of the party that know him. (Brondhar and Illia, 02)

You ask the Empress how long Illia'Jhaerza has been in the colony, and she says she’s only been here for about a month, but she seems as trustworthy as recent-underdark-escapees go. She tells you to keep being wary of her, but that she’s no child of Lolth, either. (01, 02)

You learn more about Remus’s backstory, including the Barbarian tribe that took him in! (01, 02, 03, 04, 05,)

You learn more about Patton’s backstory, including his little siblings and his monastery! (01, 02, 03)

Patton talks about a new friend he made while making his costume, who helped him find clothes sized for Littlefolk. It’s Brondhar, the Dwarven Ranger who is allies with Virgil! (01, 02)

You ask Remus about Celestials; what the categories of them are, where Aasimar fit in, what Domains are, how he and Roman are seen by Sune’s clergy, etc. (01, 02, 03, 04,)

He also talks a bit about Sune, like how she used to visit them as kids, which she apparently hasn’t done since. He doesn’t seem to believe that she’s in any danger; he thinks she’s just ignoring him as much as he’s been ignoring her. (01, 02)

You ask Remus and the Empress about the Curse of Achranoma, aka why someone’s magic manifests in a specific color! (More specifically, why is Roman’s red?) (01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06)

Janus clarifies that his future visions will be less useful going forward, since he can’t predict things that will happen in his general vicinity or his own immediate future.

You also get some snippets into Janus’s backstory, though they are confusing and contradictory...? (01, 02)

The Empress refuses to help the boys avoid the Faewild’s memory loss, as is custom for the Colony.

Roman seems more than a little reluctant to tell Remus about what’s been going on with Sune and her clergy.

Roman is asked about how Remus’s Rages started. (01, 02)

Though he seems interested in the idea, Roman elects not to pursue training as any other class than Paladin as long as he is still an Aasimar. (01, 02, 03, 04, 05)

You ask Remus, the Dragon Witch, and Roman about when Roman and Marissa were dating, and while DW is uncharacteristically avoiding the question, Remus and Roman have a lot to say... and what they say also contradicts earlier claims by DW? (01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06)

Come to think of it, her timeline never made any sense... Has DW been lying about being Marissa???

(Game Mechanics)

You got a chart about who feels what for who! (it seems to have a glitch?)

You learned about Piety Points! (01, 02, 03, 04, 05)

You are able to access the Levels of each Party Member, including their current Statistics and Skills!

Annie seems to have improved since last you checked, having somehow gained a level in Cleric, and you can see the contrast between Virgil’s current skills and his old ones if you squint....

#lets roll #tsrpgau recap #Game Lore #game mechanics #long post #long answer #please tell me if i need to tag anything else!#sofia 👗

36 notes · View notes

wildswrites · 2 years

Note

I would love to know about the folders "mad prophetess," "squad apocalypse," and "wlw"

💛 @the-writing-reader

Oh goodness, okay! Sure.

mad prophetess:

a largely empty folder, this was intended to be my july 2021 project. i don’t remember,,, anything about it. from what i can gather, it’s about a single mom who always wanted to believe in the supernatural, and who as an adult found out that it was true and that she could be a part of it. as an adult, she runs a spiritual shop and lives in the apartment above with her two children.

squad apocalypse:

only a couple of documents in this folder: vague summaries and ‘chapter one’ which is a good 4 and a half pages long. this one was about moon, a teenage (?) boy who walks into the end of the world alone - the first person he finds is this boy who bullied him all through high school, if i remember correctly. so they hate each other, moon hating the boy for being a bully, and boy hating moon because of some... internalized homophobia. the most important part of this story is that ‘hate your guts’ becomes their ‘i love you’ long before they can admit their feelings for each other.

w&w:

this folder is a lot more bulked up, though i still... don’t really remember writing this. that being said, it was 6 years ago. the full title of this is ‘which and where’, a play on words indicating, A) that the cast of characters primarily includes weres and witches, and B) the hunt which is the driving force of the novel. the general premise was mixing a bunch of tropes. there was alex, a werecat who put out an ad: he wants a pack of his own, but has no idea how to go about it. through the ad he meets toby [a werefox who owes her first child to a witch, aurelia], ramon [a werewolf who comes with a tagalong nature witch, nikki, though she would bristle at being referred to as ramon’s tagalong], and zack [a werebear with his adoptive sister, witchling leah]. the ‘hunt’ refers to a group of allied witches and vampires (? i think) who want the weres for their ‘harvestable ingredients’ and the witches for their ‘potent blood’. i don’t know man. i really don’t know.

anyway, thanks for the question, @the-writing-reader !! what an interesting trip down memory lane.

#writeblr #writing #writblr #wips #ask answered

4 notes · View notes

toriasimmons · 3 years

Photo

Original posts: Belle and Elsa, Rapunzel, Tiana, Jasmine, Merida, Ariel, Mulan.

The October art challenge I chose to loop myself into on Instagram was one where you draw Disney princesses in various traditional Halloween costumes (#royaltober21, it’s called). Me being me, I said no, traditional Halloween costumes, that’s not enough, surely I must make the Disney princesses as if they actually were some of these things, specifically in the world of True Blood ‘cause I’m that bitch. Some of these are based on actual screencaps from the show (Belle and Elsa, Tiana, Ariel) while the others are vibes or concepts. And yes, there’s some meta.

Belle and Elsa, you might guess, are witches, proper magic-doing Wiccan witches. They’re part of a coven in New Orleans, and unlike the coven seen in canon, it’s not run by a bitter lunatic who wants to kill vampires. They’re just hanging out, doing magic, figuring their shit out. (Elsa is newer to practicing, you see, and Belle is helping to teach her about having/using magic and how it’s not scary.)

Rapunzel and Tiana are both fairies. Rapunzel is full-blooded and was born in the fairy realm, but she came to Earth when the borders were about to close because she wants to actually enjoy her life, and now she does aerial silks at the fairy nightclub. Tiana is only part-fairy and, much like Sookie, is still learning about what that entails.

Neither Jasmine nor Merida is a werewolf, but they’re both weres. Jasmine is a tiger, obviously, and Merida is a bear. Weretigers are generally a little fancier than werewolves, but werebears are just as rough-and-tumble. They’re both what passes for social royalty in their little societies; Jasmine is every bit a queen bee, while Merida is just ready to throw down and prove herself.

Finally, we’ve got our vampire babes. Ariel is literally just Jessica: she was turned unwillingly but now holy shit she loves being a vampire, it’s so much more fun than being an overprotected human teenager. (She can wear whatever she wants! She can say swears! She can... kiss!) Mulan, meanwhile, both is and isn’t Tara. Her life has been much less fraught, but you better believe she can cage fight and bartend with the best of them. (She’s seen here after grabbing a drink of her own in the Fangtasia bathroom.)

This is an incredibly niche little project of mine, and I know that, but I’m still quite proud of it.

#paperdollheart #paperdoll.heart #belle #elsa #rapunzel #tiana #jasmine #merida #ariel #mulan #disney #art #made by moi #true blood

10 notes · View notes

the-werewolf-prince · 1 year

Text

TWP Exclusive Art I was a Teenage Werebear II

Did I mention I was a Teenage Werebear was a musical? Chillerama is one of my favorite horror comedy anthologies. Go watch it!

Check out more exclusive art for just $5 a month on patreon! https://www.patreon.com/thewerewolfprince/membership

Or purchase a copy of the Werewolf Prince issue one on my etsy!

The Werewolf Prince is a passion project 10 years in the making. It is a silly, derivative, and sincere story born from my love of monster of the week TV shows, survival horror video games, gothic literature, campy films, seinen manga, 90's animation, shonen anime, and homoerotic art throughout history. I truly hope you enjoy it. And please, let me know your opinions in the comments. Stay Classy

Read the comic! A free way to support the comic is to enjoy it and subscribe! leave a comment, share with someone you enjoy reading comics with!

Webtoon: https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/the-werewolf-prince/list?title_no=393305

Tapas: https://tapas.io/series/The-Werewolf-Prince

The Duck: https://www.theduckwebcomics.com/The_Werewolf_Prince/

#lgbtq comic #the werewolf prince #werewolf #werewolf prince #gay art #sorbet mystery #werewolves #wolficorn studios #gay artist #werewolf art #i was a teenage werebear #chillerama #horror art #horror #horror movies #horror film #horror comedy

2 notes · View notes

talesfromthecrypts · 5 years

Photo

Halloween 2019 Countdown: Films in LGBT Horror History

Chillerama “I Was a Teenage Werebear” (2011) segment dir. Tim Sullivan

A send up to films in the 50s and 60s such as I Was a Teenage Werewolf as well as more recent films such as The Lost Boys with homoerotic undertones. Writer and director Tim Sullivan is a gay man who wanted to create a horror parody centered around gay culture. The segment crosses many genres: musical, horror, romance, parody. Casting was difficult due to its explicit material and would eventually cast ex-p*rn star Sean Paul Lockhart.

#chillerama #i was a teenage werebear #horroredit #filmedits #uservinny #halloween2019 #myedits #mygifs #vinny i tagged you because i think you should know about it #this is the last one i had finished #thanks to those who enjoyed #holy crap i cant' believe it didn't get flagged #a miracle

156 notes · View notes

cosmo-lexies · 1 year

Text

My stories

The Imperial Sorceress:

Midnight rituals, season 1:

Dylan, season 1:

Malicious Wood:

#pin post #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #books #fantasy writer

3 notes · View notes

yipxkrov · 3 years

Text

Close starter for @garethbradbury

“I would smack you in the head for not paying me a visit, but hell, Gareth,” Yip crossed his arms as he leaned against the door frame, dark brow arched as he looked at the man. “You looked like someone has stuffed your mouth with cheap sugar based fake blood on Halloween.” Despite the teasing, Yip pushed himself off the doorframe and moved closer to the shapeshifter. He has known Gareth long enough to know that the werebear would not leave a matter unresolved if it was an obstacle that could be overcome physically.

Which meant this was likely to be more of a...situation that required a delicate touch. And as much as Yip spoils this brat, that was never the shapeshifter’s strong suit.

“Let me guess,” Yip softened his tone, “Someone said something and it involves emotions. Probably asking for some sort of emotional commitment that you believe you are unable to give? Then you told yourself you shouldn’t give a damn about it, but somehow it bothers you?” There was no mocking in his voice. Yip has always cared for those who was related to him by blood. For a second, Yip almost felt like he was one of those father figure from those teenager romantic tv show, but if that was what the shapeshifter needed him to be, then he would gladly take a role.

Or he could be wrong with what was troubling the man. Either way, Yip was there to listen.

“You can talk to me, you know.”

#garethbradbury

2 notes · View notes

rakimaiirisa · 3 years

Text

Writing practice.

Asbjorn sighed and eyed the tiny grey cat that gazed back at him, eyes slightly narrowed in annoyance. " You really want me to, huh?" He asked. The cat nodded and settled into resting position, a position he called the breadloaf because she looked like one. He grinned as the cat shot him a death stare. She had heard that then. Well, linking minds didnt come with its drawbacks. Not that he gave a shit, truth be told.

Settling back in her chair, he picked up the electronic tablet and read the instructions listed. Listen to the audio on the tablet and answer honestly. Simple enough. Nodding, he pressed the audio button and listened and then frowned. He stared at his hands for bit, taking a deep breath now and then to settle the swirl of emotions that engulfed him suddenly. Of all the questions...

"Why?!" He demanded and the cat cocked its head slightly, green eyes alert. A silvery voice echoed in his thoughts, "it is necessary to look at your past so you can establish your future."

For a moment, he considered leaving. His creator she might be, but his past was his own, wasnt it? He gave a hollow laugh as he realized his mistake. Even that wasn't his either. Fuck it. He didnt want to. He had better things to do then this. As he stood to leave, the silvery voice spoke again.

"While I may have created you, the story is your own. It is driven by you, the muse. I am only an observer in your life. I take no credit in your past or future. My only purpose here to write it down, to give it life in whatever way I can. My question was not meant to hurt you. I only want to understand it."

He paused, considering the grey cat as it gazed back at him. The green eyes that had shone so vibrantly earlier were muted and dulled now. As they stared at each other, she issued a soft meow at him. He hesitated and then reached out, gently scratching under her ears, listening to her purr under his touch. He continued for a moment, then sighed and sank back in his chair, aware of her eyes on him. The silence felt endless as he debated with his emotions but in the end he nodded, swallowing the hard lump in his throat as he did.

"Very well. But this is the only time."

He picked up the tablet, pressing the audio as he did so and the emotionless voice asked again the question that brought up a piece of his past that he didn't want to remember.

"What happened on the day you parents passed?"

He took a deep breath and began.

"Its's my fault my parents are dead." He said,feeling the sharp familiar stab of shame and anguish pierce him once again. " I wanted to go hunt that day but my Da said no . That the day didnt feel right. But I didnt care, I thought he was just wanted me home to do extra chores around the camp. He said he would take me hunting on another day but I was angry and impatient. I waited til he left to speak to Thorigg and then I stuck out."

He paused again and rubbed his face, struggling to keep his tone from cracking. In his minds eye, he could see his father stern face soften slightly at his teenage sons impatience, watched his hand as he grasped his sons shoulder as he uttered his familar mantra of "Young pups who see the prey before the pack dont survive long." A warning he wished he had listened to.

He shook his head, banishing the scene and continued, struggling to keep his tone even. " I headed towards a spot I always found prey at. But as I got closer, i noticed there was something different. The sounds of wildlife that were normally present were quiet. I figured that maybe I had scared them with my presence so I decided to go hunt somewhere else. Then the smell of bear hit me."

He paused and took a moment to collect himself. " I didn't have a chance. Before I could run, one of the werebears picked me up my my neck and then threw me against a tree. I tried to get up but before I could, another one jumped on me and I nearly passed out from the weight of the bastard as he held me down. I heard them say that my pelt would be a fine addition to the other werewolves they collected. Suddenly I smelled a familiar scent and then my father burst out from the nearby brush, my mother close behind him."

Once again, he saw the scene so vividly. His father, huge in his werewolf form, roaring a challenge to his sons attackers as he rushed to his aid while his mother issued her own, her silver great sword lashing out, piercing the nearest beast's hide and causing it to snarl in rage as it back ed away. His tone cracked as he continued.

"My father knocked the one that held me off and tore its throat out. But that victory didnt last long as 2 more swarmed him. He managed to break free for a moment and the last I saw of him, he had them at bay, with them circling him before my mother dragged me away."

He looked down his hands again, clenching them so hard it hurt. " We ran for abit,but then we heard yelps of pain that cut abruptly. My mother wanted to go back, I could tell, but instead she pushed us on, towards home. But we didnt make it too far before the smell of bear was upon us and then we saw him. I didnt have a chance to dodge before it lashed out with its paw, its claws tearing at my face and sending me flying. I lay there crying, unable to see and then I heard my mother scream out to me " Run Asbjorn! RUN!! As I got up, I heard the cracking of bone and the hiss of pain as she shifted become a snarl. I heard her roar and werebear answer her and then the sound of them fighting with each other. "

He smiled bitterly. "I ran as my mother asked. I couldn't see where I was going so I tripped and fell over everything. I ran as far as I could before the pain in my face became too much and I passed out. The next thing I knew I was in Ravenrock, in the care of a dunmer healer, Aphia Velothi. A local hunter had found me and had brought me to her. I stayed under her care for over a month. She managed to save my eyesight and could've removed the scars as well. But I refused to let her. They are a reminder of what my stupidity cost me. "

He looked up at the cat with reddened eyes. "There, are you satisfied? Did that help build the story for you? Do you need to know how much I hate myself because I'm the reason they're dead?!"

The cat stood and stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable and then in one fluid motion leapt, landing lightly in his lap. As he reached to fling her off, she wrapped her small paws around his neck and began to purr.

"Dont blame yourself. You were just a child, Asbjorn."

The hand he had placed on her stilled then trembled. With a shaky hand, he began to pet her, unaware of the hot tears that splashed into her fur as he struggled to contain memories that threatened to overwhelm him.

#writing practice #Asbjorn #long post #unable to put under cits because im on mobile #my writing #skyrim rambles

6 notes · View notes