#it gets so fucking lonely in her cottage

[bluuxriising]

Look, Bluu's been living by herself on that damn island for years with no one to scratch that itch. So she's bound to hop into bed with someone who shows an interest in her and wouldn't mind having a sexual partner with no strings attached.

[pinksilkribbons]

YANDERE! WEREWOLF: REESE

CW/TW: f!reader, werewolves (duh), some minor violence, breaking and entering, kidnapping, (slight) fear kink, breeding/impreg kink, scent kink, one dub-con ass slap, slight nsfw, not full smut, reese is just a pervert idk yall

this isn’t proof read and is kinda rushed don’t get on my ass if it sucks yall 😭 but yes this blog IS monster fucker friendly :)

Yandere!Werewolf whose pack stays deep in the woods.

Yandere!Werewolf who is expected to be the next leader of the pack once he finds a suitable mate.

Yandere!Werewolf who constantly gets in trouble with the elders.

“Reese you know better than to wander off! What if an outsider spotted you, huh?”

“It’s about time you take on a mate, don’t you think? You know you can’t take the throne until you find someone!”

Yandere!Werewolf who thinks all the pack elders are dramatic. He’s an alpha for fucks sake! The strongest there is. Only second to the pack leader himself.

So what if he wants to go beyond the woods sometimes? He can do as he pleases! As for a mate..he’ll get one when he sees fit!

Yandere!Werewolf who went out one night while everyone else was asleep. He was bored and restless.

Just as he was heading near the end of the woods he finds a small cottage that he knows hasn’t always been there.

It was real small, though. Way too small for any werewolf.

‘It can’t be…’

One peek won’t hurt right? He’s just gotta check and make sure it isn’t another werewolf. Gotta protect the pack after all!

With a cautious hand he slowly creaks open the bedroom window. Unfortunately, his long claws created a horrible screeching noise against the glass, definitely alerting the human- er, lone werewolf!

Alerting the lone werewolf of his presence.

Yandere!Werewolf who rushes inside in a panic. If he’s already given himself away it’s better to just hurry up and confirm his curiosity. Then, he’s going back home!

A part of him feels nervous. If it is a lone werewolf he shouldn’t have any trouble fighting them off. A human, though?

He’s heard plenty of horror stories. Especially of the humans who they call hunters. That entire species is the only reason why his pack must conceal their existence in the first place.

He hated to admit it, but the idea of encountering a hunter made his stomach churn.

But, even harder to admit, it made another part of him feel warm. The kind of warmness that made his knot flare up and sent him into an early rut.

“Hello? …Is anyone there?”

Reese felt his ear twitch at the soft, feminine voice. Her voice was smooth and wrapped around his body like a blanket.

He steps towards the voice.

“Please! Who’s there? Show yourself!”

The voice becomes more rushed. More panicked. More scared. Fuck, human girls sure are cute.

“Last chance! Or i’ll shoot you! I swear to god!!”

He’s getting closer. She’s right behind this door, in the bathroom. His hand snaps towards the knob, twisting it with a rush and-

BANG!

A sharp pain crushes his body, sending his body into an instant rage. A smoking hole leads straight through the door and right to his shoulder. Reese turns off his brain for a moment and lets his alpha take control instead.

He rips open the door with an animalistic growl, bits of wood flying everywhere. His eyes dart left and right before finally spotting the human, crouched down and shaking in fear.

She sports a long white dress that reaches her ankles. One that reminds him of maternity wear the women in his pack use during mating season.

His inner alpha chants at him to move.

To pounce at her and claim her for himself. Give her his seed, make her his mate, and give her plenty of pups that they could care for together.

The human smells real nice anyway. Definitely fertile. He doesn’t have a mate yet so…would it be so wrong?

Loud sobs bring him back to his senses. “Please mister, I ain’t do nothing to you!” She sinks further into herself if even possible.

The woman holds a small pistol close to her chest. He’s only encountered human weapons a few times and he’s not familiar with that one. That’s definitely what caused the damage to his shoulder though.

Reese is unsure about what to do. This whole thing went way different than he expected. The original plan was to just sneak inside, look at the human for a bit, then leave.

Now he has a hard dick and a bleeding shoulder. His pack would be in his ass if he came back injured with no head to show for it. Thats like admitting he was defeated by someone else.

Definitely not an option. Maybe he should kill her then?

Take her back home and give her your knot. The elders keep bothering you about finding a mate anyway. Who better to keep the pack safe from humans than a human herself?

“Kill two birds with one stone, right?” Mating the human seemed like the best way to get out of this with no consequences. The entire pack would be real jealous to find out he’s mated a hunter. Plus, she could provide extra protecting with her human weapon.

Reese approached the girl and crouched down to her height. His body easily towered over her, something his alpha really liked.

She’s real small. Smells so fertile. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? Let’s take her home.

He smiled mischievously, sharp teeth sending a chill down your spine. He’s made his decision. “Alright, mate. You can quit crying. I won’t kill ya.”

You sniffled while slowly resting down the pistol. You’re out of bullets and this ..thing clearly isn’t any match for you. A part of you wonders if this is the werewolves your father constantly warned you about.

Werewolves ain’t real though. You a lot of things, but you ain’t dumb. Same way you ain’t dumb enough to believe this intruder isn’t here to kill you. He looked like he was gonna rip your head off just seconds ago.

“Just make it quick please,” You beg, fighting off more tears. Your daddy was right when he said nothing good comes out of living in these woods.

“You got it, baby! I’ll get us back home in no time.”

Reese grabs your frail body with ease, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. He chuckles lowly at the jiggle of skin against his hands.

All the while you’re thrashing against him and begging him to let you go. It actually surprised him to see you still resisting. Youre the one who told him to hurry up and get home!

You sure are confusing. No matter though. He’ll understand humans the longer he’s with you.

Cause one things for sure: you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Yandere!Werewolf who wakes up the whole pack to alert them of his find. They all snarl angrily at the “hunter”, baring their claws aggressively.

Yandere!Werewolf who has to yell at everyone to back off. When he demands respect for his mate it goes silent. Everyone begins whispering, clearly surprised at his reveal.

Yandere!Werewolf that feels pride swell in his heart as each member bows down in respect. His mate looks shocked more than anything.

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs when you begin freaking out, not wrapping your mind behind the existence of werewolves.

“You’re a hunter, baby. I’m sure you know at least a little about our kind.”

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs even harder when you insist you aren’t a hunter. Only kind of humans that can hurt werewolves are hunters. You’re just a little scared right now!

Now quit lying to him before he gets mad.

Yandere!Werewolf who gets the approval of the current leader without even trying. It’s official now.

You will bear his pups, lead the pack by his side, and stay with him until he ceases to exist. How romantic.

“Hey. I forgot to ask. What’s your name, mate?”

Well, as romantic as Reese can get, anyway.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Tommy tries not to stay too long because Mareep gets sad when she's lonely.

She can't tell him this - she's a sheep and all. But she shows it in the way she nuzzles her gentle head into Tommy's chest when he returns, as if she's trying to push out all those sharp and bunched up feelings that get stuck there. They're not bad feelings though. Not good feelings either.

Just feelings. A lot of fucking feelings.

But Tommy likes visiting the cabin. Even back when, it always felt so far removed from everything else. So quiet, not always in the positive sense. He loved it and he hated it. That seems to sum up about everything he remembers from that time.

(He went in once, the first time he visited. Not anymore. Everything was covered in dust, hollow and empty, and Tommy couldn't breathe for reasons beyond the stifled air.)

Being there doesn't hurt the same.

Tommy still marvels at that. Yes, it still hurts and yes, it always will. But there's more than the hurt now. He remembers the laughter and the stupid jokes and the bench and Henry and man, does it feel as if he's aged a decade. He hasn't. He's young. And there's so much ahead of him.

Then the snow shifts behind him with the soft crunching of footsteps. He turns around, and a person Tommy has thought about pretty much every other day for the last eight months is standing against the treeline.

"Hullo," Technoblade says, as if they have seen each other yesterday. He looks a little less exhausted, and a little less jumpy than Tommy has ever seen him before. Tommy's hand curls around the handle of his sword and then relaxes.

"Hey," he says. Then he swallows. "I didn't know you still came around here."

"I don't," Techno says. "Just came to pick up some stuff I left behind."

"Yeah?"

Techno walks around him in a little arch, and in a way that keeps him facing Tommy at least from the side, never the back. Tommy hates that this is who they are now.

And then Techno scoffs lightly, kicking at some rocks Tommy had been piling into a tower once when he was deep in thought. "Bruh, you're not ruining my property value again, are you?"

Automatically, Tommy laughs. Bright and sudden, and sincere. "Wha- Fuck you, you just said you don't live here anymore."

"I could be on my landlord arc," Techno says dryly.

Tommy should leave it at that. The part deep inside him that still feels raw and scared - as if he's sixteen again and the ocean is endless before him - recoils at all of this. But Tommy knows that part of him can be wrong, sometimes, in how it reacts to things. In how it refuses to embrace change.

"What have you been doing?" he asks. Techno watches him for a moment, a little guarded. He shrugs.

"Farmin'," Techno answers after that small second of hesitation. "Hibernating. Just doing my own thing, away from everybody. I'm done being hounded by people." He brushes some hair from his face, longer now than when he was living on this server. Tommy doesn't think he has never seen Techno without fresh scars or bandaged knuckles. It suits him.

"Sounds nice," Tommy says. He thinks about his little cottage, and Tubbo's honey, and how he's been starting to grow his own flowers.

"It is," Techno agrees.

Tommy leaves quickly after that. But when he returns two days later, there is a glint of round netherite hanging from one of the fence post. A compass with an emerald inlaid in the back, that points to a place very far away.

Tommy doesn't think he's quite ready to follow it. But someday he will be.

[coffeekittycatt]

Birthday Wish ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Notes: Rafayel x Reader fanfic. Fluff but suggestive ending. 1,169 word count.

Premise: You wish Rafayel was real.. now someone is suddenly knocking at your door.

- I am very new to writing fanfic so be patient with me 🙂‍↕️

link to pt 2:

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I peek outside my window. The sky, a soft mix of cotton candy colors. Today was my 23rd birthday, and I spent it how I usually do, alone. Sounds sad, but I don’t mind. I’ve learned to be independent since my father passed.

Happy birthday Sugar, I got us your favorite takeout. Let’s watch Mean Girls tonight!

The memory passes. Today makes a third birthday without you. I close my window blind and make my way to my recliner. It’s soft and cushioned. The house is quiet, a peaceful place even though it does gets lonely not having my dad around. He left his small cottage to me and it’s become my safe haven. Mostly everything is still in place from before he left. Except things that are entirely mine, like my room. I take a seat and sit back. My phone vibrates and lights up. “Hey (Y/N), hope you had a great birthday!! Looking forward to seeing you when I get back 🩷” Ana. My close friend. Her message is sweet, reminding me I am not totally alone on this day. We planned to hang out after she gets back from her New York trip. I smile and unlock my phone.

All I want to do now is my dailies in Love and Deepspace. I open the app and wait for it to load. I press enter and am surprised to see Rafayel on my sceen. I totally forgot that this game does something special for players’ birthdays! A cutscene starts and eventually Rafayel gives me a cute gift. “Happy birthday my dear girl..” he sings to me. Wow, he has an angelic voice. My eyes slightly water and my cheeks are warmed. Why am I getting emotional? I wipe my eye with my sweatshirt sleeve and continue tapping. “Don’t worry, if you’ve got my blessing, then the Guardian of the Sea is also aware,” He adds. I pause for a moment and decide to playfully say out loud, “I wish you were real, Rafayel.” I cringe at myself and laugh. Here I am crying over how sweet a character is. I need to get a grip! I finish out the cutscene and eventually I collect some rewards from completing my dailies. I don’t know when or how, but I somehow doze off and am fast asleep.

Knock Knock. I hear my back door. My eyes flick open. What the hell? Immediately I am panicked. My house is not very close to any neighbors. They would have to walk quite a bit to get to me. Even if it was a neighbor, why would they knock at the back door? Could it be a burglar? Someone in need? An axe murderer? I take a deep breath and hurry to grab my pepper spray. My dad always taught me to have something as self defense. I peek out the small window near the door. Dammit. It’s too dark to see anything. My back porch light isn’t working at the moment. I need to replace it soon for times like this. I am too afraid now. I stay silent and wait for the mystery visitor to take their leave. A moment passes and I hear it. Knock Knock. Oh man. I decide to get close to the door. “Who is it?” I call out. “It’s Rafayel, let me in!”, the intruder exclaims. Excuse me? What did I just hear? I don’t know anyone named Rafayel.

Me: “I don’t know you or recognize your name. How can I help you sir?”

R: “Ouch, you don’t know me? We’ve spent almost everyday together! Cmon, (Y/N). Did you forget your birthday wish already?”

My heart drops to my stomach. Rafayel? Birthday wish? My mind circles back to before my impromptu nap. The fucking mobile game?! I am screaming internally. Okay, this must be a dream..or a sick prank. Maybe I am going mentally insane. I need to shut this down. I ready my pepper spray and crack the door open. I peek out and immediately, in the dim light, I see purple. Purple, fluffy hair layered across. My body freezes up. My sight trails downward to a face. Beautiful, bluish-pink eyes look at me. A small pointed nose and soft pink lips are painted on this man’s face. Rafayel. It’s actually him. I am mesmerized at his beauty, and how the real life version of him can even exist. It’s otherworldly, incapable of being real. But it is. Taking in more of the view, he is wearing something I wouldn’t expect. A faded, cherry colored hoodie with pair of light black cargo pants. He raises a hand to his head to swipe a bang out his face. Silver rings are worn on his delicate, long fingers. Still in shock, I try to speak.

Me: “R-Rafayel?”

R: “Took you long enough. It’s freezing. Soon enough I’ll be frozen like the trees out here. Can you let me in?”

I scratch my head. Guess we are doing this. Hey, maybe I will wake up again in a mental hospital and this will all make sense. I open the door all the way to let him inside. He makes his way and immediately I feel arms wrapped around me. “What th-“ I squeeze out as he takes me in for a tight embrace. A hug? My face is now on fire. I inhale and smell an enticing mix of cologne that can only be described as an ocean-breeze. It is exactly how I imagined he would smell. “My love, my dearest girl,” he says with his chin laid on my head. “I have been waiting for the day we could touch.” I smile at his comment as my face is buried in his chest. I can’t believe this is happening. My heart is racing.

Me: “How were you able to come here? How is this possible?” I look up at him, searching for answers.

R: “I told you love, any wishes you had today would come true. You have my blessing, after all.” He smiles and moves a piece of hair out my face. “You’re so much more beautiful in real life.”

I look away out of shyness. I had never been around someone so gorgeous before, let alone a guy who was so into me.

R: “You don’t have to be afraid,” he gently cuffs my cheek and pulls my gaze back towards him.

He leans down and sets my heart ablaze. Soft lips caress mine and gentle pecks are placed onto me. The bashful kisses turn into a tongue asking for an invitation to dance with mine. His sturdy hands hold my face and support me. I am lost in his kisses, savoring every moment. Each one now slightly sloppy, his tongue exploring my mouth, tender, but eager to taste more. He bites my lower lip, not aggressively, but a gentle tug that leaves me a mess. The heat from my cheeks had made its way down to my core and suddenly I am completely aroused by this man. My body has decided it needs all of him. Anticipating his next move, I watch as he pulls away from me. He stays close to my lips and I feel his warm breath against my face. “Show me your bedroom, my love.” He whispers to me.

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 2

I'm still struggling with the tagging, but I have found out the cause. My account was in the middle of the new UI rollout and it was fucking everything up. But the new layout is still going to make it a nightmare to tag, but I'll keep working with it to see what I can come up with. Just be patient with me, okay?

In which Hopper learns a valuable lesson and Eddie is the dramatic bitch we all know and love.

Part 1

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At dusk, Eddie was met by a giant grey and black wolf.

“I’m here to see the alpha,” Eddie said in lieu of a greeting.

“The alpha is resting and cannot see anyone today,” the sentry growled, deep and rumbling.

Eddie nodded. Steve’s injuries were pretty bad, it would make sense that it would take a couple of days to heal.

So he tried the next day, and was met with the same response, but this time it was a shaggy little wolf with a noticeable limp even in wolf form.

Eddie knew he could take this one, no problem, but he had promised Uncle Wayne he would play nice.

On the third day, Eddie was starting to lose his patience.

“You will let me through to see the alpha,” Eddie growled at the female wolf.

“Vampires aren’t welcome here,” she insisted, baring her teeth in a snarl.

“Then bring him back out,” Eddie sneered, “that I may see that he is safe and not being held captive.”

She growled low and deep and Eddie was forced to fly off.

The forth day came and he had had enough. He flew down and landed deftly in front of the compound entrance.

He walked up to the lone sentry and said, “I will see Steve Harrington, now.”

“Hop said you can’t come in,” the sentry told him, a shaggy, short wolf with a lopsided gap tooth grin.

“Hop isn’t the alpha,” Eddie growled, low and menacing.

“He is while Steve is hurt,” the sentry snarled back.

Eddie drew himself up to his full height and pulled out a large revolver and pointed it in the face of the wolf blocking his path.

The wolf scoffed. “That won’t do shit.”

Eddie flicked open the barrel of the revolver to reveal silver bullets. He plucked out a bullet from its chamber and held between two talons. “It weakens me, but it will kill you. You want to take that chance?”

He threw the bullet in the air and caught it deftly in the chamber of the gun. He flicked his wrist again and the barrel snapped shut. He pointed the gun at the wolf sentry. “I bet if I start shooting, it’ll do some real damage...” Eddie hissed.

Suddenly there was a crashing through the woods as a thin blonde girl with all the coordination of a baby giraffe came stumbling out to the property line waving her hands, screaming at him to stop.

“Wait!” she cried, skidding to a stop in between the sentry and him. “Let’s be civil about this, shall we? I’m sure there’s been some misunderstanding.”

He turned the gun on her and moved his finger to the trigger. “You have ten minutes to bring out Steve, Buckley or I will start shooting. Because even if silver has no effect on you, little bird, I have no doubt a bullet to the head will still kill you.”

She put her hands in the air. “Whoa!” She turned to the sentry. “Get Steve now.”

“But Hop said–”

“Steve’s the alpha,” Robin snapped. “Get him now.”

The curly furred wolf turned, running back to the forest line on a tear.

Robin smiled chagrin at Eddie. “Sorry.”

*

By the time Dustin got to the cluster of cottages he had shifted out of his wolf form and was fully human.

“Steve!” he screamed. “There’s a vampire on our doorstep threatening to kill Robin if you don’t come out in ten minutes.”

Steve peaked his head of the center cottage and shook his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.” A moment later, he stepped out of the cottage and walked past Dustin.

But before he could even take two steps to the entrance, Hop stopped him, gripping his shoulder tight. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and shook off the older man’s grip. “To the entrance.”

“Like hell you are,” Hop snarled. “You are not going anywhere near that vampire and that’s final.”

Steve cocked his head to the side and then drew himself up to his full height, an ominous energy radiating from him in waves. “I am the alpha now. You don’t get to bully me around.”

“I was the alpha before and I’m back now,” Hop snapped back, bringing himself up to full height, too, being taller and broader then Steve by a lot.

“You were captured by hunters and Joyce and Murray had to bring you back,” Steve growled, low and deep in the back of his throat. “I won my position by tooth and claw. You want to know how Murray got that limp?”

Hop’s head snapped back. He had known how Murray got the limp. Challenging Steve for the position of alpha. It had been a god damn miracle Murray survived. Or rather, it was Steve’s mercy that had granted Murray the right to live.

“You could fight me right here, right now and you would die,” Steve continued, lower and even more menacingly. “But so would Robin and her blood would be on your hands.”

Hop bowed his head and moved out of his way to let him pass. Dustin, who had quickly gotten dressed, hurried to catch up with Steve as the alpha made his way slowly and determinately to the entrance. Hop brought up the rear.

Steve smiled as he caught both Robin and Eddie both relaxing at the very sight of him emerging from the treeline, flanked by Hop and Dustin.

“Hey, Eddie,” he greeted warmly.

Eddie grinned. “Hi-ya, sweetheart, just making sure you’re safe, sound, and still the alpha.”

Steve grinned back. “Yes to all three. I told them that you would move heaven and earth to make sure I was okay.” His eyes flick over his shoulder at Hop. “They didn’t believe me.”

Eddie laughed and then cocked his head to the side. “Aww...you didn’t tell them about my daring rescue?”

“Oh I did,” Steve said with a huff of laughter. “They didn’t believe that either.”

“He pointed a gun at a teenager!” Dustin protested, pointing frantically at the gun in Eddie’s hand.

Steve turned around and glares at him. “Did he know you were a teenager or were you in wolf form at the time?”

“Wolf form...” he admitted ducking his head. Then he lifted his head with a growl. “But still! He threatened to kill me!”

Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t believe those were the words I used. I believe I threatened to start shooting you, not kill you. I did threaten to kill the keeper though.”

Steve shook his head and turned back to Eddie. “You’re not really helping your case, Eds.”

“I don’t want no coven vamp hanging around my pack,” Hop growled taking a step toward Eddie threateningly.

“Wait? Is this what this is about?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Eddie’s not coven,” Steve scoffed. “I don’t where you got that idea from.”

“All vampires are coven,” Dustin said with all the certainty of a fifteen year old.

“No they’re not,” Steve said. “Smell him, he’s not coven.”

Dustin and Hop started sniffing Eddie’s direction and the vampire put his hands up.

“This was a lot more familiar then I was intending to get today,” he huffed with a twist of his upper lip.

Hop frowned. “But all vampires are supposed to register in a coven when they enter city limits.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow. “No they aren’t. They’re suppose register if they’re in a coven, not have to be in a coven.”

Dustin sneered. “Who the hell told you that?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and said brightly, “Oh I don’t know...the man who was there when the law was written?”

Hop took two steps back. “Who did you say your maker was, boy?”

Steve covered his mouth to hide his smile as Eddie’s face transformed into a feral grin.

“Wayne Munson.”

Dustin blinked in shock as Hop took another step back.

“And that would make you Eddie Munson?” Hop asked, his voice beginning to shake.

Eddie ran his tongue over his fangs menacingly. “That’s right, so unless you want to him to hear all about this little fiasco about trying to bully your way back into being the alpha without a rite of combat, I’d walk away right now.”

Hop nodded, his eyes wide with fear and turned, transforming into a wolf. He ran away with his tail literally between his legs.

Dustin and Robin turned to Steve.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Steve,” Dustin huffed. “It’s not like he’s a born vampire. If he was born, you know Hop wouldn’t give a shit.”

“I never would have thought that someone as blue collar as the former police chief was such a fucking classist,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.

“Bitten vampires are feral,” Dustin replied. “They have no sense of family or community.”

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but Steve scoffed.

“Only when their makers don’t stick around,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And if Hop didn’t teach you otherwise, I’ve got a long road ahead of me to turn this pack in civilized people instead of the savages people like Jason Carver thinks we are.”

“Hey!” Robin said, “No one is suggesting that Eddie is feral, only that’s why Hop lets Max date Lucas. She’s born and Eddie’s not. It’s not classist.”

"No it really is, Robs," Steve said. "If covens actually gave a damn about something other than lineage and breeding, or punished vampires who turned people and taught those turned how to behave properly, maybe so many of them wouldn't be feral."

Eddie chuckled. “I can see why my uncle likes you.”

Dustin cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Why do you call him that? It’s not as though he’s really your uncle. He’s technically your sire or whatever it is you vampires call your maker.”

“Actually he’s is my uncle,” Eddie said with a goofy grin that made Steve’s insides melt. He counted off with his knuckles, “He’s my great, great, great, great, great...” he nodded, “great uncle.”

Robin and Dustin looked at each other in shock. “He’s what now?”

“My dad and me are descendants of his younger brother Lawrence,” Eddie explained. “My dad doesn’t have any other family and my mom’s family didn’t want anything to do with me. So when my dad decided to do a dangerous job that would mean a lot of money if he pulled it off, death or serious jail time if he didn’t, he turned to Wayne to look after me.”

“And he turned you into a vampire...?” Robin asked, hunching her shoulders up around her ears.

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back. “Only because I asked him to for my eighteenth birthday.”

Dustin’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. “And he agreed?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders and Steve could tell he didn’t like how Robin and Dustin were being about his turning. “Sue a man for wanting to live forever with the one person whoever gave a damn and that person for agreeing because he loved me, too.”

Steve turned around and put himself between Eddie and the other members of the pack. “I think that’s enough questioning him for now. All you need to know is that as alpha I say he’s okay. Hopper, Ted, Murray or anyone else for that matter can challenge me if they have a problem, but until then, what I say goes.”

Eddie shivered. He had never heard an alpha use his command voice before and coming from Steve it was as hot as hell.

The young wolf bowed his head. “Yes, alpha.”

Steve laughed, ruffling Dustin’s hair fondly. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”

The young wolf rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

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Fingers crossed!

[zervem]

SoapGhost Headcannons 👻🧼

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Decided not to tell anyone about their relationship for a while but also decided not to really hide it either. They wanted to see how long it would take everyone to realize they were finally together. Price finds out like a week in but keeps the secret. Gaz catches Soap saying “babe” to someone he talking to on his phone and is convinced soap has a secret girlfriend. Johnny eventually just decided to tell him since Gaz won’t stop asking questions about her. Gaz is ecstatic and insists on taking soap out for drinks.

Gaz once catches soap flirting with some handsome, tall, blonde man. Is absolutely shocked and pulls soap aside later in the day to tell him how disappointed he is that he’s blatantly cheating on ghost. Soap has to explain the man he was flirting with was just ghost unmasked.

Soap once gifted ghost this edgy ass knife he came across in some random gas station while on leave. It was kind of a joke so he was fully expecting him to roll his eyes and give it back but Simon was genuinely grateful and happy for the gift. He doesn’t use it because it’s too precious to him so he keeps it on his desk to look at whenever he’s lonely.

Soap 100% plays the sims. He creates sims of him and ghost. They’re married, live in a comfy cottage, and have a cat. (Probably creates the rest of the 141 team too).

Soap loves giving ghost random gifts. They’re usually things he finds and thinks are neat (like rocks). Ghost has them all displayed on a shelf dedicated to Johnny’s little crow gifts.

Ghosts favorite sleep position is to have soap laying directly on top of him like a blanket. Soap doesn’t mind since ghost is practically built like a mattress anyways.

Sneak sweet notes into each others things.

Soap wears Ghost’s clothes as often as possible. He managed to steal half of Ghost’s wardrobe before Ghost decided soap should just move in with him.

Ghost has his own personal bathroom because of his rank. They both love taking baths and showers together. Will drag themselves into the shower after a rough mission and gently wash the blood and grime off of each others bodies.

Ghost cuts soaps hair for him and soap returns the favor.

Ghost runs cold and soap runs hot. Ghost enjoys terrorizing soap with his ice cold hands and feet.

Ghost turns into a mother hen whenever soap is injured or sick. Soap deals with injuries very well but 100% gets “man colds”. Just wants cuddles and love from ghost. Ghost acts like he’s annoyed but is happy he can finally take care of Johnny.

When they retire they will buy a house with a lot of land and make it into a little farm. Some chickens, a cow, and a goat. They both love the job and taking care of the animals is almost therapeutic.

Simon enjoys having Johnny’s body all the way on him when they’re cuddling. Laying on him in bed or the couch and sitting in his lap. He’s ghosts personal weighted blanket.

Decide to get matching tattoos when they are married because they won’t be able to wear rings out on the field. Keeps their wedding rings on their dog tags though.

Always have to be touching each other. A hand on the others arm, a pinky hooked in the others belt loop, thighs touching whenever they are sitting. It’s rare they’re not pressed up against each other.

Ghost can’t say no to soap. Soap is fucking spoiled rotten.

Soap: “babe can you buy this for me..?”

Ghost: “Johnny..”

Soap: “🥺”

Ghost: “FUCK FINE WHATEVER”

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"What Archetypes Are Your OCs?" Quiz, Top Four Fictional Crushes and The Worst Ship Chart Ever

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Three results for OC archetypes, a listing of four of my fictional crushes (oh fuck-) and two worst ship charts ever. You can find the quiz here. You can find these and the template for the chart below.

Three results for Archetypes for OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore.

ALFRED "JEFF" HOPPER (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

I don't this is necessarily correct. Throughout the first two sagas (The Pefect Storm and The Omniscient Rule sagas), Jeff has been nothing more than a supporting and often times tertiary protagonist. Maybe not a main but definitely important. He has moments of selfishness, sure, but that's not often. The only really selfish "messed shit up for everyone" moment was when he took the opportunity to change course of events which worsened the space-time continuum while he had been helping the Time Guard chase after a time-travelling mass serial killer fugitive who had been making Time unstable in the first place, which wasn't even out of malicious intent, rather he just wanted his bestest friend back from non-existence, that being Lena Elliot. So yeah, he screwed up, but not to a villainous extent.

ALEXANDER KHAOS (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

Oh god another villain result. Which... is more accurate for Alexander than it is for Jeff. He's more of an antagonist to Silva, that's for sure (being the right-hand man and Chosen Extraordinaire, which is basically Jacob's top elite Chosen, of Jacob Seed). He has unresolved trauma in regards to his time in Wellington Wells and has embraced his role in Hope County in Eden's Gate, though if a stronger or more ideological compatible person came around, he'd take his loyalists (which includes Hannah McCalkin) and leave Jacob behind.

ALPH DOLEN (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

Link to Minecraft Poem for anyone interested. Oh good, I worried it wasn't going to be different. And OH WOW! Alph got read to filth here. Kind of ironic that he craves love and wants to be surrounded by love but is the "Lone Wanderer". Doubly ironic when he's ghoulified... something that should be where he is rejected by everyone and everything, but ends up with more than he could ever ask for, especially with Ress and Amata... until Arcane Urias ruins everything, as he does.

Here's the list of my top four fictional crushes:

Maki Zen'in - Jujutsu Kaisen (Specifically post-Shibuya Arc)

(I want to be lifted up and carried bridal-style in her arms)

2. Soundwave - Transformers Prime (when I was young and both completely blind without glasses I didn't know I required and literacy blind to whatever I was watching, I thought this Soundwave (the only one I had been introduced to at the time) was female... he's still pretty aesthetically pleasing though, cool AF, and a caring parent to Laserbeak so...)

3. Faith Seed - Far Cry 5 (daydreaming-about-frollicking-in-green-flower-fields-and-living-in-cozy-cottages lesbians UNITE!)

(however fair warning she might get you high enough to talk to God and try to convince you to join her older adoptive brother's cult)

4. GLaDOS - Portal

(...her soothing condescending voice that belittles and tries to get you killed and her smooth + robust curves in her awesome design enchant me...)

Honourable Mention goes to (look'em up):

5. Sea Empress - Subnautica

Two of the worst ship charts for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Translation for the unreadable:

What draws them together? Initially the mystery surrounding each other as no one except a very specific few know much about their former lives, and their opposing factions forces them to interact a lot, and thanks to the Bliss, that's what they mostly end up doing. Plus they mostly fit each others preferences.

What stands in the way? They are at war in two opposing factions, one that wants to kill/detain (Resistance) and the other that will kill but will try to indoctrinate Silva (Eden's Gate). Opposing morality, beliefs and trust issues also get in the way.

What are their good traits? Silva and Faith find companionship with another due to their similar past/current circumstances, and Silva's compassion and unexpected kindness is bizarre and appealing to Faith, as her cunning and passions are appealing to Silva. Both are willing to sabotage their own factions to keep the other around a bit longer, plus their determination to find a peaceful resolution.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Trust, or lack there of. Silva is weary that Faith will report anything she says to Joseph to better get her into Eden's Gate, while Faith is weary that Silva is trying to get close to manipulate her into coming out into the open to better take her down. Both are correct in the beginning but later down the line it gets muddied. Silva also refuses to speak of her past (understandable) except for the vaguest of truths while Faith doesn't fully open herself up in fear of being scorned. Not to mention it's been a long while since Silva had been in a romantic relationship and Faith is very inexperienced.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic Toxic "I can fix her" & "I can make her worse/better" Enemies-To-Lovers Yuri.

Translation for the unreadable (Also note that when Jennifer is talking about her partner, it's mostly complaining about Sonya, and Sonya's image is more a reference to what I closely envision her as):

What draws them together? They both fail to kill each other and have a bone to pick with both Dicko and Sir Enigma Malvolio and they're also considered "non-human" now.

What stands in their way? Sonya is unstable to the point she's agitated enough to kill others on instinct which Jennifer is trying to control much to Sonya's distaste. There's also the fact Sonya is like a 12-foot something mecha-beastie which she doesn't think Jennifer finds attractive. Jennifer is in denial of her feelings and believes if she loses control of Sonya then it will be right back to square-one like it was with Dicko or she'd die, either one.

What are their good traits? They both have a common interest revenge against Dicko (successful) and Malvolio (work-in-progress), and Sonya acts as Jennifer's trump card and intimidation factor in their illegal business. Both also have an appreciation for their brutal honesty and openness with one another and relatability (with Jennifer as a synthetic human and Sonya's brain transferred to a mecha-beastie). They have no problems committing murder together.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Jennifer is used to being treated as an object of lust and since her freedom from Dicko and take over of his business has pushed to be in control of everything (including Sonya) and is trying to ensure she doesn't lose that control and denying all romantic/sexual feelings, while Sonya is a victim of Malvolio and his treatment of her has left a lot of psychological scars where she dehumanizes herself and does everything in her power to prove it correct too.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic "I can make you so-so-so worse baby" bloody murder Yuri situationship/partnership on a mission of revenge with a pinch of monsterfucking and goes from "I want to kill you" to "I'd kill for you" pipeline.

Template below:

[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 10: Conundrum

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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics (July prompt)

This chapter is dedicated to @staghorn-mountains and Nonnie from my ask box who made me go back to this wip sooner than planned and I’m so happy I did!!

Warnings: mentions of homophobia

Words: 987

Rowan had no fucking clue about how he’d uphold his end of the deal with Rhoe.

Hunched over an old spreadsheet that detailed his inheritance from his parents, Rowan studied it for the first time since he became self sufficient enough to keep it as it was supposed to be: nothing more than a precaution.

This alleged prince of an ancient land was almost as rich as a pop star’s cat—something he only knew because Fenrys mocked him endlessly about it. Rowan would be proud of his self-sufficient life any other day, but it wasn’t enough for any heiress’ father.

But there he was, the clauses of his contract burned into his mind as he stared into the screen of his computer, wondering if the bill would ever close.

And the worst of it was that he was doing it for a bride he wasn’t sure he’d keep.

His phone was forever on silent, but some notifications disturbed him still.

Upcoming call: Sellene

Rowan threw his phone into a drawer and focused back on his computer.

His liquid assets were so far from being enough, but maybe of he sold his mother’s manor in southeast Doranelle and the cottage by the beach in Varese…

Still, not enough.

If Rowan could find a way to gather half of what Rhoe was asking for, he could pay it before the wedding and then just disappear with Aelin. This was an absolute last resort, because as much as Rowan liked to keep his word, helping Aelin came first.

He could distantly hear Fenrys’ laughter coming from his living room—he’d never understand why the man visited him so often to do nothing—but Rowan couldn’t stop thinking about this mess he got himself into with Aelin.

Aelin. Her face bloomed into his mind, and he scrolled back up to the image of the 12-carat emerald and diamond ring that belonged to his mother. Rowan wished he had the time to retrieve it in Wendlyn for his bride, but maybe one day they could use it to renew their vows, under less pressuring circumstances.

Fenrys must think the sound of his heavy footsteps counted as knocking, because that was the only warning he gave before barging in.

“I was talking to Sellene. She asked me to say hello to you, since you’re making it impossible.”

“You might not believe it, but I do answer her texts.” Not that often, but he did.

“The Ashryvers are visiting, and turns out Glaston told Ellys, who told her about Aelin.” Fenrys had his arms crossed, eyes hard on Rowan; all that anger was rare look in him.

After a moment of a tense silence, he continued, “Seriously? You didn’t invite your own family to your wedding? You didn’t even tell them you’re engaged?”

Rowan turned back to the computer, swallowed down the lump in his throat and said, “Rhoe and I agreed to a small wedding, since he wanted it done quick.”

Fenrys let out a dry, sardonic laugh. “That’s your excuse?”

“You know I don’t want anything to do with that place.”

“That place,” Fenrys scoffed. “Do you mean that one wicked great-aunt, or the dozens of people who love you very much?”

The one evil great-aunt that happens to be the queen, one everyone inertly abides to. It all happened so fast —his discovery of Maeve’s dirty schemes, his parent’s car accident, the incident right after—but Fenrys was one of the main participants of Rowan’s last straw.

“Out of everyone, you were supposed to get it.”

“I don’t, man.” Fen dragged a chair to sit beside him, fingers rhythmically tapping on the work desk. “Maeve’s so old there’s online bets about how soon she’s going to die; when that happens, the big boss will be someone you trust, the kiss-asses’ personalities will change, and you’ll still be lonely.”

Not anymore, Rowan thought as his gaze slid back to the emerald ring, but he got Fenrys’ point.

Instead, he said, “I don’t get how you’re not angry at them anymore.”

Rowan wasn’t angry per se. He resented them, yes, but that boiling anger has left him long ago. While experience told him that bitterness wasn’t enough to keep him away, his stubbornness was. Once Rowan left, he knew there was no coming back.

But Fenrys? How could he, the one who was humiliated, bullied and practically exiled by Maeve and her suck-up minions, even consider forgiveness?

His friend shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it sucked, but I still stay in touch with some people and visit my mom every now and then. You haven’t stepped foot in Doranelle in years, man.”

Not once since he left, yes.

Not since Prince Endymion’s bodyguard went viral online, comforting him a little too much during Rowan’s parents’ funeral, and one of the cousins rattled on Enda and Fen to Maeve for personal gain. When his cousin’s queerness was treated as a crisis and his spineless family just watched as the Queen poured punishments on everyone involved, Rowan knew it was time to go. It didn’t matter to them, because the scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed, Rowan’s withdrawal from royal life was never made public and, at all costs, the Whitethorns kept their good name.

Rowan already felt detached from his family after his parents passed, but that was his blast straw, when his fantasies about leaving became concrete. After that, he decided he’d rather have no roots at all than be tied to those people.

“You’re talking as if I’m the only one leaving people behind.” Rowan knew this one would hurt, but desperate times call for desperate measures to keep his friend’s mouth shut, so he said, “What about Enda?”

Fenrys stiffened, his gaze turning vacant. He muttered an excuse and left the room.

In cue, Rowan heard his phone vibrating again from the drawer.

This time, he took the call.

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fic pride friday

I finally get to start a tag game! Saw this one go by in the wild, and though I couldn’t grab the exact post to reblog, I wanted to bring the concept over to my go-to folks.

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

There’s a little slice of Husbands Era from words to get off his chest (911 / 911 Lone Star):

Times like this, TK honestly thinks he lives for the second that Carlos settles back and lets go. He hopes that feeling never gets old — the way he sinks back into his arms, just a bit, and his limbs lose the last of their tension, like he’s found the exact space where he fits and can exhale with his whole body.

There’s this Carlos and Iris truth swap from to build a home (911 Lone Star):

I think you're my new favorite person, she'd said — soft but sure, like it wasn't something wondrous after losing her dad, just laid in his lap like a gift — and he'd swallowed and said the only thing he could think of that might've been worth as much in return. I think I'm gay. She'd turned her head and smiled into his shoulder, slipping her arm around his to slot their fingers together and squeeze. Fine, she'd said, warm and wry and completely without surprise. I'll drop my 'think' if you will.

There’s this Met Gala moment from scenes from an unfinished story (The Magicians)

Really, he'd said flatly, when El had first shared the idea, you want to go as The Little Mermaid. Eliot had rolled his eyes. Well not the neutered Disney version, he'd answered, the Hans Christian Andersen original. In all its forbidden gay glory. Quentin had blinked, thoroughly confused, and El had given him a look he never did decipher. He wrote it as a love letter, Q, he'd explained, soft and sad, to a man he couldn't have.

There’s this moment before a bittersweet reunion from What Baking Can Do (The Magicians)

He's technically seen El… since; there's a copy made of clay back at the cottage, lying silent and too still in Eliot's bed. But this is the form he knows — towering and full of grace, even bent over a workbench, brows drawn together, sifting flour into a big wooden bowl. Quentin's clearly caught him mid-setup, a telltale line of little clay vessels arranged across one side of the table, and it's sort of fascinating to watch the way he's adapted, the duality of the picture it paints — a faded apron slung over some sort of sheer, gauzy shirt that's tied at his side, sleeves rolled at each cuff to the elbow and hands stripped free of rings, the room's worn wood and stone an unadorned backdrop for the drama of the dark crown of gems that still circles his head. It's an image Quentin doesn't think he could forget, but there's the strangest urge to frame it, hang it, label it in bronze: High King Humbled, 2017. Flesh and bone.

There’s this truly unfortunate timing from Confidence Man (What’s Your Number?)

The Imperial March is impossible to ignore in the best of situations, much less mid-cunnilingus, but trying to would be significantly easier without the subsequent knock on the door. She stiffens, fingers tightening in his hair, thighs clamping down around his head like a vice. "Oh, fuck," she moans, in a way that's meant to be mortified but, to his ears and his brain and every one of his nerve endings, still sounds like she's seconds from flying off a fucking cliff. "Ally, I swear to god," he says, locked between her legs, "if I come in my pants with your mother outside I may never maintain an erection again."

There’s this reflection on the past and present from Ashes and Flame (Every You and Every Me) (The Hunger Games)

I want it to be as it was. A purging of everything that haunts me, down to the smallest detail. But when I'm done, there's only space and shadow in living color, more abstract than anything that came before it. A fiery sunset over the Meadow grass, the shape of mockingjay wings. And two silhouettes on the horizon, together but separate, forever moving forward, and backward, and nowhere at all.

And finally, there’s this unbalanced negotiation from By Any Other (Lucky Number Slevin), which is maybe my favorite cold opening to anything I’ve ever written.

"You need a name." She spreads out the stack of takeout menus she's stolen from the front desk, sprawled on her stomach on their third motel bed in a week. The wallpaper is the worst she's seen yet, and is still somehow better than what was in her old bathroom. "What about Indian?" "As names go? It's a little tongue-in-cheek." He flops to his back beside her, scratching at his stomach and squashing half the pile. "I could go for some Chinese." She wrinkles her nose, wrestling the menus free. "No Chinese. I hate Chinese." "You are Chinese." "Yeah, it's tragic, they revoked my membership and everything."

Tagging in @liminalmemories21, @paperstorm, @carlos-in-glasses, @reyesstrand, @rmd-writes, @lemonlyman-dotcom , and @welcometololaland !

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It's a bit of a random question, but I'm simply curious, how did you start falling in love with the Horned King/what's your origin story with him? Only if you want to share it of course^^ Feel free to also just generally gush or ramble about him!

(also btw I think it's awesome that we share him as an f/o now, I think subconsciously I already knew for a while that I'd fall for him eventually, it was just a matter of time he's just too gorgeous💕)

Ok this ask has given me the warm fuzzies for several weeks so thank you and I guess I should probably answer this now huh -

(also every time someone else pops up who f/o's him I'm Absolutely Delighted and am so glad I helped facilitate your decent into lich simpery)

I'll do IRL and self insert shenanigans, so IRL first:

- the first time I watched the black cauldron I'd be ...about 8 or 9?

- one thing you sincerely must understand about me is that I am, unapologetically, unequivocally, unexpectedly....a weenie.

- much as I adore the spooky and the strange, any film that veers into remotely scary territory, or horror in general, that shit scars me down to the cellular level.

- Power to everyone who can disengage/absorb that stuff healthily because I sure as fuck don't and doubt I ever will. Anyway.

- mum buys me the black cauldron and thinks nothing of it. It's Disney, right?

- anyway yeah uh suffice to say boy golly gee I'd never seen *that* many skeletons animated before. Think my little brother started crying at some point.

- but honestly, something about the films mad dichotomy of attempted cutesy fantasy with grim dark backdrop and off kilter humour enamoured me. And I found myself wanting *more* of the dark parts of the film.

- (still early the full cauldron born scenes were cut. So goddamn salty)

- the Horned King became a lynchpin of fascination, something about his eerie voice, his apathetic yet menacing mannerisms and his degraded appearance really drew me in. Esp his summoning and death scenes.

- I think I started drawing skeletons soon after and they're still the easiest thing for me to draw.

- over decade later when I was depressed as all fuck, I rewatched the film and found myself only really enjoying his scenes, in part because he was the only relatable villain to me at the time. (Eternally tired, quietly dramatic, quick to anger and dismissal. A smorgasbord of things to distract myself from feeling like I was actively decomposing too at the time. Brains are wild.)

- now I like to imagine quietly helping him get to a better place same as I've managed to do :) who needs therapy when you have imaginary lich time.

As for self insert funky times:

- rather than imagining myself in the dark ages, mostly because despite living in the UK my knowledge of that time period is just awful, I imagine a modern setting

- crucially tho the events of the film still happened exactly as shown.

- in this setting my s/I has moved to Wales and accidentally rediscovered the -broken- cauldron, and the remains of the castle. Time itself rusted the old thing and it cracked, letting HK's disheveled soul slip free.

- my S/I is an amateur ecologist, with interest in geology and paleontology and history. (So just me. Straight up me. I can't even pretend here) Once she figures out she's effectively haunted, HK's presence is akin to a field day.

- will she attempt to resurrect him properly? Eh who knows. Maybe. I'm a real fucking sucker for ghosts, esp partial possession or soul bonds.

- magic exists still in this setting, it's just mostly forgotten and thus dismissed. Of course my s/I has latent magic because of course, and I love the idea of HK teaching her as a pseudo bonding activity.

- love just watching HK be bamboozled and overwhelmed by the modern world too. Show this lich a toaster someone-

- very low stakes very chill, just two lonely fools trying to rebuild their 'lives' together. Probably the most weirdly cottage core of my selfships if I'm honest. With more dead things.

So yeah that's pretty much it! Thanks again for the lovely ask, and feel free to tag me in anything lich related 🥰

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Hey you know how sometimes Charlie is used is a minor ship/past lover or just character in Drarry stories? Do you know anything involing Bill in that way? I'm rereading that old black magic and i love Bill😍🫠 also this is the sexy, long haired cool man Harry had his first crush on🤭

Hi anon! That’s such a cool ask - I love Bill (and jealous Draco hehe) in TOBM and I definitely think we could have more Bill appreciation in the same way we have Charlie as Harry’s gay awakening👌🏼 I wonder if maybe people ship/respect FleurBill too much to go there? I for one headcanon him as the bisexual icon he is and would love to see that explored in Drarry fics!

Unfortunately I don’t know of any fics where he’s a past fling but if you’re interested, here are some recs feat. Bill in mlm relationships. I’m saving this rec list on the rare pairs masterpost under “Bill Weasley appreciation”!

Harry/Bill:

Kinkuary 2023 ch 15 by iota (E)

Be Mine by @wynnefic (T, 2k)

According to the goblins, Bill's just met his soul mate. He just wishes he had something more than only the memory of a voice to find his soul mate with.

Black Stone Path by @wynnefic (T, 2.5k)

“What's happening?" Harry asked, coming to a stop next to him. He hadn't seen that look on Ron's face since the war, when Ron wore it almost constantly. Harry was reluctant to do the same. Five years since the end of the war, he'd learned to become comfortable with peace. And because there was nothing else that got the Weasley family in such a panic, he added, "Who's hurt?" Ron swallowed, turning his head to look Harry's way. "It's Bill." Fuck, Harry thought, and that was about all that he could think. Words were useless, always had been.

Safe by maraudersaffair (E, 4k)

Harry loves spending time at the Burrow because he feels safe. When Bill divorces Fleur and starts hanging around as well, Harry can't stop thinking about them getting together.

Hold Me Tight (Just For Tonight), orphaned (E, 5k) - Bill/Fleur + Harry

Harry has been suffering increasingly from nightmares, waking up in odd locations without remembering how she'd gotten there. Fate brings her to Shell Cottage where Fleur offers an unconventional solution after a night free from nightmares. But sharing a bed comes with its own problems, as Bill will tell you.

Conversations with a Friend by SilentAuror (M, 6k)

Harry's winter has taken a turn for the melancholy. Since defeating Voldemort the previous summer, all he has left to battle are more personal concerns, at least until an unexpected friend happens along.

Dragon's Ink by Leela (E, 9k) - Harry/Bill, Draco/Charlie

One evening, just before closing, a hooded and cloaked man enters Charlie's studio. Draco Malfoy wants a tattoo. The only problem is that he already has one.

Draco/Bill:

Summer at the Burrow by academicdisaster (E, 1k) - Drarry, Draco/Sirius, Draco/Bill

Bill is controlling and hot, Sirius is passionate and hot, and Draco is just hot. Literally. This room is stifling.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City by @wolfpants (E, 1k)

When Draco materialised in Bill’s Cairo office last month, he’d been pink-faced and irritated, the collar of his linen shirt damp with sweat.

slide by @onbeinganangel (E, 1.5k)

SummBill Weasley, who insists on approaching Draco every time, no matter where, on fetching him drinks, on flirting relentlessly, on touching him softly with rough, big hands that leave Draco’s skin prickling. Bill Weasley, with that fang earring dangling enticingly off his ear, moving ever so slightly as he speaks, with his hair pulled up into a messy ponytail Draco desperately wants to pull on.

Drarry + Bill:

Sanctuary by Lokifan (E, 4k)

When Harry goes to them, he isn’t running away from the bleak, lonely parts of life any more. He’s running towards something better.

Teddy/Bill 😈

Tradition, Upheld by Snegurochka (E, 6k)

Over too much beer the next two nights, Charlie told Bill more than he'd ever wanted to know about this particular holdover of Roman Wizarding tradition. Years later, when he was forty-five years old, the way the kid across the table from him was looking at him made Bill want to do every filthy thing Charlie had told him about all those years ago.

like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered by @lqtraintracks (E, 11k) - Bill/Teddy, James/Teddy

Teddy Lupin, aging rockstar, is making a comeback after his life and career were nearly ruined by an illegal potions habit. Everyone's out to support him tonight. Including the man he's always tried so hard not to love -- as well as the man he's always turned to instead.

The Werewolf Handbook, Page 147 by Snegurochka (E, 20k)

Everyone knows that when a person with any werewolf blood reaches 21, untamed sexual urges will manifest themselves and require an outlet. It's a fact. No question about it. The Werewolf Handbook says so, right there on page 147.

[oldcrowshag]

i would be super interested in hearing more about michigan bc i live up north ^.^ thanks for making that post, i didn't grow up here so i hadn't heard that legend before!!

Up North

apologies in the delay.

"Up North" in itself is such a liminality. ask a michigander where in the state the landscape turns into "Up North" (bonus points if you get them to point out places on their map-hands) and you'll probably get a different answer from everyone. Up North becomes analogous for the old ways-- an escape from Life and the sales tax of living it, diving headfirst into the woods just like the perfect arc you practiced on the dock behind your grandparents' cottage every summer. it's an encounter with the Lakeshore, because when you're Up North you have your pick of small seas to commune with. it's also foggy dawn meadows, and barren lonely winters, and small gas stops on a rural corner, and bears, and cougars, and wolves if you're lucky, and yes the fucked up deer. Up North has a smell, and honestly it's probably just fresh air. you live in a land of conservatives, anon, but also of wonder. keep your wits and learn its ways!!

anyway, speaking of lakes. as I said you could honestly reside anywhere in half of the state, so I'm electing to go Way Up North until I hit the beastly Lake Superior (gichi-gami in ojibwe). when you speak on her, you cannot help but let a certain reverence enter your voice. she's the deepest lake on the continent and holds 10% of the world's fresh water, and we have a saying about her:

Lake Superior never gives up her dead.

she's cold. most plants and animals don't survive on the bottom. it's the land of sponges and darkness. it's too cold for bacteria, so when a soul ends up down there, it stays there. if you aren't aware of the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald (rip gordon lightfoot) give it a listen if you want a good sea ballad. something similar happened to the USS Kamloops, and her captain went down with the ship. he remains preserved in the wreck to this day and can only be visited by expert divers. Superior has claimed an estimated 10000 lives, and many of those bodies are never seen again. she acts as psychopomp, a void you can slip into on a warm summer day. the deep water has long been associated with death energy-- in my personal practice I link waters in helping to venerate my ancestors and commune with certain deities. how would you use Her water and Her stones? when you greet Her after dark, and face the roaring yawn of the dark surf with no opposite shore, what do you hear within yourself? do you acknowledge the death She wears on a proud brow while birthing life out on the windswept shores? what would you consecrate in Her waters? yourself?

high summer is coming for us, anon. I suggest you hit the lake if you can, any one will do 😊

(I intend on writing more about Michigan craft and lore when I have the time but lmk if anyone is interested in that in my asks because hearing encouragement is nice lol)

[asexual-juliet]

the lonely journal keeper lucretia will remember that.

(full playlist & notes under the cut)

i. landslide - fleetwood mac well, I've been afraid of changin' / 'cause I've built my life around you / but time makes you bolder / even children get older / and I'm getting older too the other day @papergardener referred to lucretia and magnus as “these two children having to grow up and yet unable to” which i have not stopped thinking about since and like, the gravity of “even children get older / and i’m getting older, too” with the context of the century lucretia spent as such a young woman and then the way she lost 20 years so suddenly in wonderland… like shit, man, i guess children DO get older… fuck…

ii. house by the sea - moddi and i’m trying my best to be tough / to pretend i am strong and can siphon it off / but i’m not who i wanted to be / in my heart i belong in a house by the sea this is mostly related to the fic i wrote about stolen century-era lucretia and magnus talking about getting platonically married someday and lucretia dreams of them getting a cottage by the ocean together and once again papergardener recommended this song to me in the comments. so. a+ to them this is definitely a lucretia song <3

iii. training montage - the mountain goats i'm doing this for revenge / i am doing this to try and stay true / i’m doing this for the ones they had to leave behind / i’m doing this for you this song is specifically about the cycle with the four judges where lucretia has to fight her way back to her friends alone–both the lyrics and the feeling of a “training montage” really vibe with this for me… there’s also the brutal connotation of “i’m doing this for the ones they had to leave behind / i’m doing this for you” when it comes to lucretia as madame director… yeah.

iv. northern attitude - noah kahan you build a boat / you build a life / you lose your friends / you lose your wife literally like. building a boat and a life is obviously about the seven birds and the starblaster but on the next chorus instead of “lose your friends, lose your wife” it’s “lose your kids, lose your wife,” and like. taako losing his friends (and like obviously they all lost their friends but also with reference to taako & sazed)... merle losing his kids… magnus losing his wife. it’s all right there and lucretia is watching from the sidelines as the new lives she built for her friends fall apart and she can’t do anything about it.

v. people watching - conan gray i wanna feel all that love and emotion / be that attached to the person i'm holding / someday, i'll be falling without caution / but for now, i'm only people watching furthering my aro lucretia agenda + i also feel like this really get to the core of like, lucretia just watching for twelve years… the detachment from everything and everyone around her, the way she’s forced herself to stay on the sidelines, the aching she must feel for all of it…

vi. cry for judas - the mountain goats some things you do just to see / how bad they'll make you feel / sometimes you try to freeze time / 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels once before performing this song at a concert, john darnielle said “this is a song about how when you think about what judas did you have to cry for him, because it’s pretty sad” and like… holy shit, man. that’s her. that’s lucretia. that’s her song. she did what she thought was right but she still betrayed her family and the sadness in that is just so immense. you know what john darnielle? it is pretty sad!! (also hiiii @nbshrubberry this is the second mountain goats song on here so this does in fact seem like your niche)

vii. bad guy - set it off when I fought for you / i kept you safe at night / i would have risked my life / and you made me the bad guy i was introduced to this song by perhaps the best TAZ animatic on the internet and it’s literally her song. it’s like… she so clearly thought what she was doing was the only solution and she has done everything she can to keep her family safe and yet they’ve still turned against her… that shit’s heartbreaking, bro

viii. everything stays - adventure time everything stays right where you left it / everything stays / but it still changes / ever so slightly, daily and nightly / in little ways, when everything stays the idea of like, after story and song lucretia is once again surrounded by her friends but there’s this tenseness she can’t quite overcome, especially in her relationship to taako… everything has shifted ever-so-slightly even if they’re all back together again… yeah.

ix. i miss you - kimya dawson i don't need to / but i want to / sing with you / 'cause i miss you i feel like this one is fairly self-explanatory but like, fuck, man, the overwhelming feeling of loss she’s got to be feeling throughout the podcast even with her friends standing right in front of her… the loneliness in being the only one who remembers… she just misses her family </3

x. pieces and pieces - the rough and tumble i have let you down, pieces and pieces. / i will make you mine again, pieces by pieces.  it’s about loving and losing and making mistakes and doing everything you can to fix them… acknowledging you let your family down and doing whatever you can to fix what you’ve done wrong!!! fuck!!!

xi. the ends and the means - robby hecht the ends / they justify the means, my friends / oh, the ends, they justify the means again fairly self-explanatory but the idea of the ends justifying the means and lucretia feeling so so deeply that what she did was the only solution and that one day the pain would be worth it… this one is more the main idea of the song than the lyrics but it still reminds me of her.

[descendingmadness]

The "Normal" Vampire Challenge!

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this is a sims 4 challenge!

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rules: there are none! rules make me mad so this is just a generational challenge that you can fuck up however you want!

gen 1 - your average farmer

you start out in an empty lot in the cottage living world (I can't remember the name). Only do your farming at night (unless you're a sadist and want to torture your sims, I can't stop you) you build up an evil, vampire farming empire while still trying to seem normal.

traits: loves outdoors, loner, evil

aspiration: the plant one

requirements: lvl 10 gardening, lvl 5 fitness, have at least 100,000 simoleons at once, befriend at least 2 original villagers.

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gen 2 - totally just a goth musician

you want to be famous. you start out your dreams by living in a shitty 1 bed 1 bath apartment in San Myshuno. You attend those karaoke nights with your friends sometimes. Or yourself, depends if you're lonely or not. You eventually build up your fame and sleep with another famous celebrity of the same status, but oh no! you got/got someone pregnant. woops! guess you have to marry them now. or don't! whatever

traits: ambitious, high maintenance, music lover

aspiration: world famous celebrity OR musical genius

requirements: lvl 10 singing & organ/piano (add on guitar if you really have free time), attend at least one karaoke session, reach at least 4 star celeb status, be in the musician branch of the entertainer career, have a baby with another celeb 4+ stars that you ARENT dating/married to. bonus points if they cheated.

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gen 3 - librarian that totally sees the sun

you hate your parents. well, maybe not HATE, but lord you don't wanna be in the same house as them, so you moved out when you were a teen! you study hard, you love to read, so you took the easiest path and became a bookstore owner! You eventually fall in love with one of your regulars, and you run the not-vampy bookstore together.

traits: book lover, genius, self assured

aspiration: renaissance sim

requirements: lvl 10 research and debate, got mostly good grades, married to one of the bookstore regulars, own a bookstore, move out as a teen

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gen 4 - caleb vatore but not

you're a hoe. you bounce from sim to sim like they're trampolines. you love the drama and you love relationships but you hate committing. You've been a flirt since high school. You've probably gotten people pregnant (even if you're a woman, it'll work goddamnit) but hey, dating! that is, until you find the most pure soul and you fall SO HARD. it comes out of nowhere. so, you break up with them! you're too scared to love them, too scared you'll ruin things. Once you come to your senses, you find them and rekindle things. you slowly get into a relationship with them again, but you two fight a lot. it's a rough road, but you get there. Oh, and you propose in a cute spot. So y'all get married and have a cute, suburban family life. though you feed on anyone who even looks at her because she's yours :)

traits: romantic, non-committal, jealous

aspiration: serial romantic

requirements: lvl 10 rizz (charisma), must date at least 7 other people starting in highschool, find 'the one', break up with them, get back together with them, have at least one fight with them, get married to them, feed on at least two people that talk to her

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gen 5 (last gen) - not a vampire overlord, just Edward from twilight

you're a vampire overlord. well, not yet. you've dreamed of it since you were little. you wanna be Vladdy daddy level. So, that's what you plan to do! you work up your vampire status! but, you fail miserably so now you decided to write a series of romance novels about vampire overlords called Witlight! (pronounced why-tl-ight) and it's totally not a ripoff of twilight! You get pretty popular, and you release at least 3. You eventually find your next feeding victim at the local coffee shop, but end up falling in love with them. and then you turn them to a vampire and y'all become overlords together and turn others into vampires. and sometimes you steal your victims belongings.

traits: loyal, materialistic, kleptomaniac

aspiration: master vampire OR best selling author

requirements: live in Windenburg, lvl 10 writing, feed off of your future spouse at least once before dating, release at least three books, join the writer career, date them, marriage, feed off at least 2 other sims with them, steal at least one thing.

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this was very last minute and feel free to use cheats if you need to change your sim to a vampire. I hope y'all like this stupid ass challenge 😭

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 2 Take 2

I'm re-posting this chapter because for some fucked up reason that paragraph refuses to BE fixed because tumblr has fucked up the UI so fucking bad, nothing is working like it is supposed to.

Link to the original post with all the username tags here.

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At dusk, Eddie was met by a giant grey and black wolf.

“I’m here to see the alpha,” Eddie said in lieu of a greeting.

“The alpha is resting and cannot see anyone today,” the sentry growled, deep and rumbling.

Eddie nodded. Steve’s injuries were pretty bad, it would make sense that it would take a couple of days to heal.

So he tried the next day, and was met with the same response, but this time it was a shaggy little wolf with a noticeable limp even in wolf form.

Eddie knew he could take this one, no problem, but he had promised Uncle Wayne he would play nice.

On the third day, Eddie was starting to lose his patience.

“You will let me through to see the alpha,” Eddie growled at the female wolf.

“Vampires aren’t welcome here,” she insisted, baring her teeth in a snarl.

“Then bring him back out,” Eddie sneered, “that I may see that he is safe and not being held captive.”

She growled low and deep and Eddie was forced to fly off.

The forth day came and he had had enough. He flew down and landed deftly in front of the compound entrance.

He walked up to the lone sentry and said, “I will see Steve Harrington, now.”

“Hop said you can’t come in,” the sentry told him, a shaggy, short wolf with a lopsided gap tooth grin.

“Hop isn’t the alpha,” Eddie growled, low and menacing.

“He is while Steve is hurt,” the sentry snarled back.

Eddie drew himself up to his full height and pulled out a large revolver and pointed it in the face of the wolf blocking his path.

The wolf scoffed. “That won’t do shit.”

Eddie flicked open the barrel of the revolver to reveal silver bullets. He plucked out a bullet from its chamber and held between two talons. “It weakens me, but it will kill you. You want to take that chance?”

He threw the bullet in the air and caught it deftly in the chamber of the gun. He flicked his wrist again and the barrel snapped shut. He pointed the gun at the wolf sentry. “I bet if I start shooting, it’ll do some real damage...” Eddie hissed.

Suddenly there was a crashing through the woods as a thin blonde girl with all the coordination of a baby giraffe came stumbling out to the property line waving her hands, screaming at him to stop.

“Wait!” she cried, skidding to a stop in between the sentry and him. “Let’s be civil about this, shall we? I’m sure there’s been some misunderstanding.”

He turned the gun on her and moved his finger to the trigger. “You have ten minutes to bring out Steve, Buckley or I will start shooting. Because even if silver has no effect on you, little bird, I have no doubt a bullet to the head will still kill you.”

She put her hands in the air. “Whoa!” She turned to the sentry. “Get Steve now.”

“But Hop said–”

“Steve’s the alpha,” Robin snapped. “Get him now.”

The curly furred wolf turned, running back to the forest line on a tear.

Robin smiled chagrin at Eddie. “Sorry.”

*

By the time Dustin got to the cluster of cottages he had shifted out of his wolf form and was fully human.

“Steve!” he screamed. “There’s a vampire on our doorstep threatening to kill Robin if you don’t come out in ten minutes.”

Steve peaked his head of the center cottage and shook his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.” A moment later, he stepped out of the cottage and walked past Dustin.

But before he could even take two steps to the entrance, Hop stopped him, gripping his shoulder tight. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and shook off the older man’s grip. “To the entrance.”

“Like hell you are,” Hop snarled. “You are not going anywhere near that vampire and that’s final.”

Steve cocked his head to the side and then drew himself up to his full height, an ominous energy radiating from him in waves. “I am the alpha now. You don’t get to bully me around.”

“I was the alpha before and I’m back now,” Hop snapped back, bringing himself up to full height, too, being taller and broader then Steve by a lot.

“You were captured by hunters and Joyce and Murray had to bring you back,” Steve growled, low and deep in the back of his throat. “I won my position by tooth and claw. You want to know how Murray got that limp?”

Hop’s head snapped back. He had known how Murray got the limp. Challenging Steve for the position of alpha. It had been a god damn miracle Murray survived. Or rather, it was Steve’s mercy that had granted Murray the right to live.

“You could fight me right here, right now and you would die,” Steve continued, lower and even more menacingly. “But so would Robin and her blood would be on your hands.”

Hop bowed his head and moved out of his way to let him pass. Dustin, who had quickly gotten dressed, hurried to catch up with Steve as the alpha made his way slowly and determinately to the entrance. Hop brought up the rear.

Steve smiled as he caught both Robin and Eddie both relaxing at the very sight of him emerging from the treeline, flanked by Hop and Dustin.

“Hey, Eddie,” he greeted warmly.

Eddie grinned. “Hi-ya, sweetheart, just making sure you’re safe, sound, and still the alpha.”

Steve grinned back. “Yes to all three. I told them that you would move heaven and earth to make sure I was okay.” His eyes flick over his shoulder at Hop. “They didn’t believe me.”

Eddie laughed and then cocked his head to the side. “Aww...you didn’t tell them about my daring rescue?”

“Oh I did,” Steve said with a huff of laughter. “They didn’t believe that either.”

“He pointed a gun at a teenager!” Dustin protested, pointing frantically at the gun in Eddie’s hand.

Steve turned around and glares at him. “Did he know you were a teenager or were you in wolf form at the time?”

“Wolf form...” he admitted ducking his head. Then he lifted his head with a growl. “But still! He threatened to kill me!”

Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t believe those were the words I used. I believe I threatened to start shooting you, not kill you. I did threaten to kill the keeper though.”

Steve shook his head and turned back to Eddie. “You’re not really helping your case, Eds.”

“I don’t want no coven vamp hanging around my pack,” Hop growled taking a step toward Eddie threateningly.

“Wait? Is this what this is about?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Eddie’s not coven,” Steve scoffed. “I don’t where you got that idea from.”

“All vampires are coven,” Dustin said with all the certainty of a fifteen year old.

“No they’re not,” Steve said. “Smell him, he’s not coven.”

Dustin and Hop started sniffing Eddie’s direction and the vampire put his hands up.

“This was a lot more familiar then I was intending to get today,” he huffed with a twist of his upper lip.

Hop frowned. “But all vampires are supposed to register in a coven when they enter city limits.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow. “No they aren’t. They’re suppose register if they’re in a coven, not have to be in a coven.”

Dustin sneered. “Who the hell told you that?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and said brightly, “Oh I don’t know...the man who was there when the law was written?”

Hop took two steps back. “Who did you say your maker was, boy?”

Steve covered his mouth to hide his smile as Eddie’s face transformed into a feral grin.

“Wayne Munson.”

Dustin blinked in shock as Hop took another step back.

“And that would make you Eddie Munson?” Hop asked, his voice beginning to shake.

Eddie ran his tongue over his fangs menacingly. “That’s right, so unless you want to him to hear all about this little fiasco about trying to bully your way back into being the alpha without a rite of combat, I’d walk away right now.”

Hop nodded, his eyes wide with fear and turned, transforming into a wolf. He ran away with his tail literally between his legs.

Dustin and Robin turned to Steve.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em, Steve,” Dustin huffed. “It’s not like he’s a born vampire. If he was born, you know Hop wouldn’t give a shit.”

“I never would have thought that someone as blue collar as the former police chief was such a fucking classist,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.

“Bitten vampires are feral,” Dustin replied. “They have no sense of family or community.”

Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but Steve scoffed.

“Only when their makers don’t stick around,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And if Hop didn’t teach you otherwise, I’ve got a long road ahead of me to turn this pack in civilized people instead of the savages people like Jason Carver thinks we are.”

“Hey!” Robin said, “No one is suggesting that Eddie is feral, only that’s why Hop lets Max date Lucas. She’s born and Eddie’s not. It’s not classist.”

"No, it really is, Robs," Steve said. "If covens actually gave a damn about something other than lineage and breeding, or punished vampires who turned and taught those turned howto behave properly, maybe so many of them wouldn't be feral.”

Eddie chuckled. “I can see why my uncle likes you.”

Dustin cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Why do you call him that? It’s not as though he’s really your uncle. He’s technically your sire or whatever it is you vampires call your maker.”

“Actually he’s is my uncle,” Eddie said with a goofy grin that made Steve’s insides melt. He counted off with his knuckles, “He’s my great, great, great, great, great...” he nodded, “great uncle.”

Robin and Dustin looked at each other in shock. “He’s what now?”

“My dad and me are descendants of his younger brother Lawrence,” Eddie explained. “My dad doesn’t have any other family and my mom’s family didn’t want anything to do with me. So when my dad decided to do a dangerous job that would mean a lot of money if he pulled it off, death or serious jail time if he didn’t, he turned to Wayne to look after me.”

“And he turned you into a vampire...?” Robin asked, hunching her shoulders up around her ears.

Eddie laughed, throwing his head back. “Only because I asked him to for my eighteenth birthday.”

Dustin’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. “And he agreed?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders and Steve could tell he didn’t like how Robin and Dustin were being about his turning. “Sue a man for wanting to live forever with the one person whoever gave a damn and that person for agreeing because he loved me, too.”

Steve turned around and put himself between Eddie and the other members of the pack. “I think that’s enough questioning him for now. All you need to know is that as alpha I say he’s okay. Hopper, Ted, Murray or anyone else for that matter can challenge me if they have a problem, but until then, what I say goes.”

Eddie shivered. He had never heard an alpha use his command voice before and coming from Steve it was as hot as hell.

The young wolf bowed his head. “Yes, alpha.”

Steve laughed, ruffling Dustin’s hair fondly. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”

The young wolf rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

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Part 3 Part 4

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SLAMING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE OH MY GOD. SOMEONE ELSE CARES ABOUT THEM I AM GOING TO FALL INTO THE RIVER AND THE BACKROOMS AND THROUGH THE FLOOR SMASHING MY LAPTOP SCREEN RN. THIS IS THE BEST NEWS IVE EVER RECIEVED. I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY U GET THEM SO BAD AUUGHHHH THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. THEY NEVER INTERACT HELP BUT LIKE OMG LET ME LIE TO MYSELF AND PRETEND THEY DO ASNKJASKHJ

okokokookokok (vibrating) i should probably drop my personal hcs for their sibling relationship too since. apparently someone else on this floating rock also cares about this basically non existent family relationship no fucking way.

ALSO. TRUE IM NGL I REALLY DONT LIKE 90S MYMBLE JR ASJHHJASJK she genuinely feels like a completely different character to me. im mostly going off of the novels for mymble since we dont have much else to work with

snufkin and mymble r pretty different to eachother in terms of like personality and stuff but i think they would find that kind of endearing about eachother, mymble being like "oh look, there snufkin goes again, running off somewhere" (amused eye roll here 😭), snufkin lightheartedly being like "oh dear, shes looking dreamily out the window again little my, whos she fallen for this week"

i think mymble and snufkin would be pretty competitive, for example with card or board games and stuff. though if snufkin mymble and little my r all playing something together and little mys winning, snufkin and mymble DEFINETLY team up against her lol. all previous competitiveness between them completely thrown away just to beat little my

mymble would be really happy for him liking moomintroll romantically but i think shed def also tease him about it especially since snufkin teases her a little about her love life too. i think snufkin would actually find experiencing romantic attraction pretty distressing, which i think would be hard for mymble to understand but she listens to him and trys to make him feel better about it.

mymble would def try to wingman snufkin and he would be SUPER embarrassed about it 😭 shed give him kind of teasing but encouraging nudges and facial expressions when hes around moomintroll and snufkin would just immedietly start blushing and try to discreetly hide in his hat

personal hc i think at this point mymble would have her own house, like a tiny little cottage in the forest in moominvalley which some people including snufkin helped her build. i actually think shed be pretty capable at stuff like that, not really through having experience or knowing what shes doing, i think shed just have a lot of determination and confidence in herself to do things, even if she doesnt really know how. more like being determined to try and having confidence shell figure it out in the end lol

in this way i think shed be pretty impulsive sometimes, shed make an impulse decision to do something random and be hit with a burst of energy to do it, but i also think shed often have this wear off before she completes what she wanted to do and end up tiring herself out. with building a house i think this would happen like two thirds of the way through building and little my would probably tease her about it and this is where snufkin would step in to help her after she takes a break from it for a while, so that its less overwhelming of a task for her.

after the house is built, snufkin randomly pops by to visit her when wandering around the forest :) mymble gets a little lonely there sometimes so shes always happy to see him and hes always welcome

when mymble experiences heartbreak (not uncommon with how often she falls for people lol) i think snufkin would feel sympathetic towards her but not really be sure how to comfort her or make her feel better. hed listen to her talk about it not really knowing how to react and being a bit awkward, making giving her awkward pats on her arm lol. but he does gen care about her and and wants her to feel better so maybe makes her a cup of tea or coffee or something, or brings her some new flowers for her window vases. i think he would try and do little acts of service to make her feel better, not really knowing how else to help and being kind of awkward with emotional support. this one is def more mv19 snufkin specific, with how awkward he can be in that adaption lmaoo, i could probably see melody of moominvalley snufkin doing this too tbh

ANYWAYS AUUGHHH THEM <33333 FALLS OVER

btw i have a tag for them !!!! i tag everything with snufkin mymble and little my as mymble siblings so if u look at that tag on my blog thats where i collect silly posts about them if u wanna see fancontent of them :) i am trying to bad to make a tag for them happen lol because i really want an easier way to search them 😭❤️ ig it can also be used for just like all the siblings too BUT GAHH,,, THEM <33

yay, Snufkin and Mymble jr sibling HC time!!

unfortunately from what I’ve seen there isn’t much of them interacting. And the fandom also doesn’t really seem to care for this idea either :( and when the fandom dose it’s always of Mymble jr acting like her responsible 90s self which is disappointing, considering the only time I remember them interacting was when Mymble jr threaten to eat Snufkin’s hat (in midsummer madness)and even in the 90s the most we got was Snufkin being passive aggressive to Mymble jr. So the type of dynamic I see them having is a bit like Dippers and Mables (from gravity falls) sibling relationship!! Honestly both Mymblr jr and Mable try to live out their hopeless romantic dreams, even if it’s trying to impress a monster or a complete freak. Dipper is always done or does not care for Mable love plans unless there a chance it could harm her. I honestly can see Mym’J getting all in love with some random guy she found and snuf would probably tell her that it’s some weird forest monster thing (idk they live moominvalley literally anything could happen) Mymble jr would hope it would be a very specific type of monster and be more disappointed about it not working out then that she almost died (she would prob find that hot lol) I feel like a lot of people need to realize how much fun little comics and fan art can be to draw/write if you just make her accurate