#it’s a curse vampires and werewolves aren’t real

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Would you guys still love me if I got little vampire fang teeth implants? 🥺

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Cafae Latte / Harry Potter Crossover idea

I had an idea for the CaFae Latte and Harry Potter crossover. Basically, the Dursleys (who are in America for some reason I don’t know) end up at CaFae Latte. They pitch a fit and get cursed, Harry learns that magic exist early. Feedback is welcome.

Now for the lore discrepancies. Harry Potter and CaFae Latte obviously have very different lore. This next lore dump is heavily inspired by and incorporates ideas form Marshflower’s A Complaining Muggle series on Tik Tok.

The Statute of Secrecy has always been difficult to keep, which became even more difficult in the late 1860’s and early 1870’s. By the 1960’s and 70’s many countries are repealing the Statue of Secrecy during the Fae Rights moment (Cafae Latte lore). Skip to modern age and in most places the Statute of Secrecy is only enforced in a hand full of countries, like Britain. No one really knows why Britain still dose this to themselves. Because of this they have low numbers of werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other such magical creatures.

So, why is Britain like this? This is because their society is mostly run by (white) pure blood wizards, with a foundation in wizard supremacy.

Here’s an excerpts:

“Excuse me, are you the one who cast a curse on my Aunt and Uncle?” The little boy asked.

“Uh, no. You want the boss, give me a second,” Cyrus said, “Boss! There’s a kid looking for you! He says yo cursed his Aunt and Uncle!”

“Just a moment,” Bob finished her next order, and shy and Cyrus switched places, “Hello there. You said you are here because I’ve cursed your Aunt and Uncle?”

“Yes Ma’am, I have some questions,”

“What kind of questions?”

“If you cursed them, dose that mean magic is indeed real,”

“So, uhm. Everyone says you’re a fairy, but my Aunt and Uncle said fairies aren’t real,”

“I am a fairy. In fact I do believe those kinds of comments are what got them cursed,”

“So, can only fairies do magic?”

“No, humans can do magic, but faeries are typically far more powerful,”

“So, when my teacher’s hair turned blue. That was actually my fault?” He asked.

“Well, that is some particularity strong magic for your age, but it’s not entirely impossible. But you came here to ask if magic exist, and by your accent I’d say you’re British,” Bob said.

“I am ma’am,”

“Then I believe you are what we call in Ameirca, a sorcerer,”

“Sor-cer-er,” He says slowly.

“This means you have a particularly strong ability to do magic without training. Typically, it’s more common for it to run in the family, but it dose sometimes happen without that family connection,” Bob explained. She could see the gears turning in his head.

“Dose that mean, I’m never going to be normal,”

“Normal is completely meaningless. But I assume you’re talking about your magical outburst. They will peter out with time and training,”

“Training?”

“Yes. I believe the UK has a standardized school for sorcerers, they’ll probably reach out to you when you are 10 or 11, but this town has a lot of magical resources,”

“Really, there is?”

“Yes, I can give you a few names and your parents can take you,”

“Thank-you ma’am, but I don’t have any parents,”

“I’m sorry to hear that, I guess you are living with your aunt and uncle,”

“Yes ma’am,”

“Well then, for the next seven years may you have good luck and good health,” Bob blessed them before writing down a few names and addresses.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Never Get a Break

Part 2

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Mature don't read if you're not 18 +

When we're young, we're taught the distinction between a hero and a villain,good and evil,a savior and a lost cause.

But what if the only real difference is just who's telling the story?

I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires,werewolves, witches, and everything in between.

The school behind these gates protects the secrets of people like me and my children.

My name is Raelyn Mikaelson, I was born a siphon witch of the Gemini coven. The wife to Klaus Mikaelson and the mother to his four beautiful children…the only vampire in existence to be able to have children once they turn.

I could go into the long and complicated story and how all this happened but you already know everything for the most part. So let’s jump into what has happened since two years ago we finally put the Hollow down and we rid the world of its magic forever.

Hope, Alina and Missy are eighteen now. Andrea is finally a teenager. I can hardly believe it. Little Henrik is seven now. And if I’m right Lizzie and Josie should be fifteen and will turn sixteen soon. I know if you were still here you would be over the moon about all of this.

Hope isn’t a full Tribrid yet she still needs to become a vampire. Missy has become a heretic like me and J. Oh Alina and Jackson are going to school together and she has now become what I call her a werewitch. Andrea should follow her path someday when she and Henrik trigger their wolf curse. Then my little boy will have to die and become a hybrid just like his father.

Caroline has run off again in search of a cure for the merge before her twins turn twenty-two. I try to remain hopeful she will find one since I can’t provide it for her anymore ... .oh Jacob and Hayley are living with us in Mystic Falls even though we aren’t actually there at the moment.

You know Klaus, he promised me the world and everything and he won’t go back on a promise. Regardless I love and miss you with all my heart, I’m not sure why I am writing these letters even though you can’t ever read them, but it has become a hobby. I’ll write more later.

Love you mom, Rae.

Closing the book on my lap I lifted my head upwards seeing my husband come in from the kitchen in our hotel room. He insisted we have the best sweat possible. He smiled, tossing me a blood bag that we had kept in the mini fridge. "With all the letters you wrote to her you could have a whole book written, love."

"Yeah a book that no one can know about. With it saying supernatural creatures are actually real. I'm not sure a publisher would believe anything I'm saying." I sent him a glare tearing open the blood bag drinking from it slowly.

He came and sat down beside me making the bed dip at his weight. His eyes softened when he focused on me. “I could just compel them to ignore that little detail.”

“Then it wouldn’t be real, Nikkaus. If I ever wanted to tell our story. I want everything to be real. Everything to be true and see people’s reactions. But that’s not what you want to talk about is it?” I sent him a smirk, being able to read him like the back of my hand after all these years.

Klaus flopped down beside me on the bed crossing his arms behind his head. “So where do you wish to go in this big wide world next?”

“Nik, we’ve literally almost been all over the planet. New Orleans, then Paris, then Italy. I mean honestly we can’t just snap our fingers and run all over the earth.” I shook my head at him rolling onto my side so we were facing each other.

He reached up playing with hair in between his fingers while he spoke. “We’re vampires, Raelyn. We can do whatever we want. Especially you and me. After all, we are two of the strongest creatures on the planet.”

“Ah I see. You’re still holding back what you want to talk about. Spit it out or I’ll find out through a tickle ear.” I threatened him with a playful smirk on my face scooting closer to him.

Klaus used his vampire speed vamping above me trapping me in between his body and the mattress of the bed. “You said that we would try again for another baby once the kids were older. The triplets are adults now so…can we?”

“Oh my god you’re ridiculous Niklaus. I have only been denying for two years and it’s already driving you crazy!” I smacked his chest with my hands feeling my face turn red at the thoughts running through my mind.

I wouldn’t lie to myself and say that I didn’t want to sleep with him again. I mean we would always be attracted to one another forever. But we had both agreed that until things had settled down that we would do it again. After Lucien/Marcel and the Hollow we had been separated every time we were so close to a stable relationship with our kids. I couldn’t live through anymore time apart from the man I loved. "You're ridiculous, Nik. Are you seriously that needy.” I couldn’t not tease him not believing that he would be so demanding of us sleeping together again. I mean of course I enjoy it who wouldn’t when you have someone like him.

I attempted to get up from the bed but he snagged my wrist holding me still in my place.

He spun me back down onto the bed holding my wrists above my head. “Raelyn, surely you’ve felt the desire too. I mean it can’t just be me now..”

He trailed his hand underneath my shirt feeling me jump at his fingertips. “Nik please , ah!”

Klaus leans down, capturing my lips with his in a deep hungry kiss. I kissed him back gently before he started moving kisses down my face. “Ah ah I see what I do to you, Mrs. Mikaelson. That you are so sensitive just as I am.” He kissed down, nuzzling his nose into my neck as he went.

“Ohh Klaus!” I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillows. One hand was bawling the fabric of his shirt in my fingers.

He moaned, crashing his lips onto mine again where I wrapped my arms around his neck. “See you don’t want to leave this bed just as much as I do. Hmm…you can’t….help…yourself either.”

“Klaus stop. I…if you’re going to tease me…get it over with please!” I scooted up onto the pillows feeling my chest heaving up and down with the veins going underneath my eyes.

Klaus sat up on his knees shrugging his gray Henley over his head tossing it somewhere across the room. He moved his hands down to my shirt, tearing it in half. “Gentle or dominant, love?” He questioned throwing my torn shirt off the edge of the bed.

“Either way I don’t care. I just want you right now.” I told him, taking his face in my hands, I drew him in for another kiss.

He smiled into the kiss moving one hand through my hair deepening the kiss. Our hands were moving everywhere across each other. We both began to moan when he fisted the other's hair. “If we have another baby….ah…what should we name it.” My husband breathed out holding himself up by his hands on either side.

“Niklaus shut up and make love to me!” I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later. He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room.

The bed was moving against our actions where he kept hitting the specific spot that we both moaned afterwards to. He broke the kiss where I held his face in my hands tracing his cheek with him thrusting into me slowly. “Rae, I love you!” He moaned when I pulled his head downward burying my face in his neck nuzzling my nose and kissing into his skin.

“I love you too, Nik.” Grabbing a hold of his shoulders I flipped him onto his back catching him off guard where he flashed his hybrid eyes up at me.

He put his hands behind his head looking longingly up at me like this with him. His eyes scanned my neck before he sat up with me sitting on his lap. “Do you want to give this another go?” He traced his thumb over the vein in my neck.

“Absolutely. We belong to each other.” I smiled, brushing my long hair out of his way. My eyes never left his while put his head in the crook of my neck breaking the skin and drinking my sweet blood.

Not wasting a second I buried my face into his neck drinking his blood with the same gentle yet needy feeling running through our veins at this moment. He kept his face in the crook of my neck while our bodies were just molding against each other. We shortly reached our heights in only a matter of minutes where he drew his head back when I harshly tugged on his hair until the phone was ringing like crazy . “Bloody hell…you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Who is it?” I grabbed my phone from the nightstand with me still staying as close to Nik as I was.

Hope’s voice came through the phone shocking us both never thinking we would hear something like that. “Mom. Dad, we just had to face a dragon. Alairc wants you guys to come back to school now.”

“Uh okay. We’ll book the next flight home.” Hanging up the phone Klaus sent me the same confused look before we separated and got dressed, both annoyed that we apparently couldn’t have a rest from craziness. Especially when we live in Mystic Falls.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[catcake24]

I’m not super into comics or superheroes, it seems exhausting to keep up with alot though I know the basics, but I wanted to share my Superhero character

Their hero name is Wolfbane, a hero who is also a disabled person while awake but while she sleeps they project a werewolf form out into the world and fights crime/villains.

Her civillian identity is Lyra Cansino (based on the words Lycan and Canine respectively), also (she/they, Demi-girl), who has Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. This condition has left them homebound and unable to work to live normally, living with her sister.

She got her powers after visiting a church in their hometown, where she prayed that she could have a way to help others despite their physical limitations. She isn’t sure if god listened or something else happened, but they got bitten by a wolf that night and ever since she could project themself out as a wolfman/wolf while she’s asleep. This form isn’t affected by her fatigue, unless overexerted, and goes out at night to experience more things she could never before - even if they terrify everyone around her.

During one of these nights, she notices someone getting mugged and steps in - soon they start actively stopping crime in their area, and eventually becomes an actual hero known as Wolfbane.

The villlians I’ve thought of the most are three: Darkblood, a vampire terrorizing the area and drinking the blood of civilians and head of a vampire mafia; Bloodraine, a Witch who puts curses on people for fun and often robs stores for ingredients in her potions, mischievous and uncaring for the plight of mortals, and her plans are often to use dark magic for power or selfish gain; and NightFang, another werewolf who uses his powers to run a powerful gang of monsters who runs a protection money racket, attacking anyone who won’t pay him, lashing out at a world which rejected him.

Also Wolfbane would deal with normal criminals as well, but I find those less interesting lol.

Some extra ideas here

As mentioned above Lyra is Christian, but isn’t an asshole about it or bigoted. She uses her faith as a comfort, as well as something she just grew up with.

Other hero’s aren’t aware of their true identity, or that their wolf form isn’t their real body, due to her not wanting them to coddle her. Some of them eventually find out, but are mostly accepting

If she gets injured, they appear as more minor injuries on her real body - stabbing becomes really bad bruises, and what should be broken bones becomes aches. If their wolf form dies she wakes up immediately but can’t use it again until the next full moon. Their wolf dying also really really hurts, since the pain is the same as it would be normally even if the injuries become more benign when she wakes up.

The werewolf form can be either an actual wolf or a Wolfman, and can shift between them whenever they want. Also, they use different pronouns while as a werewolf, since the form is literally genderless. I’ve been switching for most of this, but it’s mostly she/her in her civillian identity and they/them in their hero identity. If that’s confusing, they’re a Demi-girl and use both pronouns.

If you don’t know what chronic fatigue, or myalgic encephalomyelitis, it’s a long term chronic condition which causes high levels of fatigue in people, rendering them unable to do normal everyday things or getting completely drained from doing something strenuous, usually 12-24 hours after the fact. There’s more symptoms, but basically for Lyra it’s rendered her homebound and unable to work but desperately wanting to help the less fortunate, leading them to becoming a hero.

Inspiration - this character is pulling from both my own experiences and old Christian mythology around werewolves. Basically, there used to be stories around people becoming wolves in their dreams and doing things like hunting witches in the name of god. The personal inspiration is my own current experiences, since I had long Covid and I’m 90% sure I have chronic fatigue syndrome as well. I’m no expert, but after I got sick I wondered about a hero sharing this experience I’m going through and how they might deal with it.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Familiar Faces - Dinner and Discoveries Part 1

I am starting to realise how much this is going to be.

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Elijah is finishing his toast thinking about what Vicki had told him the night before when Jeremy came down, he greeted him with a nod. It was a completely normal morning until Aunt Jenna spoke.

“Elijah’s going with you this morning Jeremy.”

“What?” Jeremy shouted.

“Excuse me?” he asked as he swallowed the tea he almost choked on.

“Since Jeremy has proven he can't be trusted and finds Elena and I overbearing, I thought you could ensure he gets to school.” she told them.

“That’s not-” Jeremy started,

“Fine.” he spoke over Jeremy’s complaints, “but I'd like a little more warning next time.”

“Thank you and sorry Elijah.” Jenna told him, he smiled back, they thought he’d shut down, that he only did things when pushed, he had to fix that, become more involved.

“Well i’m leaving now,” Jeremy started gesturing to his bag, “I’m not wai-”

“Great.” he stood grabbing his bags from the side and finishing his tea in a swallow. A little too hot, but with Jeremy still standing he managed to bypass him to the door.

It was only when Jeremy joined him that he realised why Jeremy thought he would have to wait, he hadn’t gelled his hair yet, leaving it to fall in his eyes.

“You're not going to let me go back to fix this, are you?” he asked as Jeremy joined him.

“Nope, you decided to be a babysitter.” his little brother smirked.

He sighed annoyed as he felt his breath move his hair. At least he had already done his concealer to hide his exhaustion.

—-

“Elijah?!” Bonnie found him before he managed to get into school after leaving Jeremy, he turned to her, huffing as his hair flicked into his eyes again.

“Morning.” he bid her, almost pouting as for a moment she just stared at his hair, he didn’t leave it loose too often.

“What do you feel about Stefan?” she started after she decided not to comment on it.

“What?” he asked, a stab of concern sparking in his chest, he glanced behind her to where the person in question was talking to his sister, Elena’s face lit up by a smile he could see at a distance

“Have you touched him? got any bad feelings?” she clarified, leaning into his vision.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, as he forced himself to smother the concern “I thought you liked him.”

“I touched his hand last night and it was bad.” as she spoke she reached for his hand, he reacted without thinking to try to hide it.

“Wait!” he eyes widened as she looked where his hand had been back up to him “that's why you pulled your hand back in the other day.”

“Grams had a pretty bad reaction the first time she touched me.” he explained, 

“These aren't bad dreams-” she must have read something in his look as she changed her words with surprise.  “Wait, your dreams caused it, they're real.”

“Maybe.” he shrugged, not wanting to think about them, he was meant to be trying for Normal, not closed off,shut down or otherwise haunted.  

“Have you felt anything from him?” she asked again, allowing the other subject to drop.

“I can’t do that.” he lied, he could but only if he focused on it, unlike how it was natural for Grams and Bonnie, he didn’t want to know what would happen if he tried on someone who had been in his dreams.

Bonnie leaves him not long after that and he allowed himself a breath as she did. He starts following her towards the school when he hears a shout and turns just in time to watch as Stefan spins almost too fast to catch the ball and returns it harder.

It’s been too long to be the same Stefan, but he’s too fast and strong for a human.

Drinking blood.

Vicki had said vampire.

No. vampires aren’t real. He tells himself like he isn’t a witch and likely cursed in some way, Like he doesn’t have Lockwoods=Werewolves in one of his notebooks for some strange reason he doesn’t think is related to his dreams, just a feeling.

But the Stefan he remembered wouldn’t have hurt anyone.

Wouldn’t have killed him. 

It was an accident.

‘Stop.’ he hisses at himself in his mind.

—

Elijah may not be looking forward to wearing the uniform, it was going to invite annoying comments from the other boys and attention he really didn’t want, but he did enjoy the gymnastics that came with the Cheer team.

They were something completely his, no ghost of muscle memory that he got whenever he walked through the woods, automatically making his steps lighter, or got in a fight, already knowing just where to hit and how hard, or even any of his instruments, any compliments of being a natural alway felt wrong when he felt like he had been doing the movements for years.

This, he had to work at it to get his body in shape, to allow him to drop into a splits with ease. 

He remembered the first time Caroline had dared Elena and Elijah had copied, only to be told boys couldn’t, he had smiled at Caroline and asked if so what was this and repeated it only to land hard on his back.

Movement shaky and unconfident.

The blond had laughed, and Elijah had taken it as a challenge and spent the week practising, so he could show her wrong the next week when he could cartwheel as well.

When he managed it, it had taken three weeks to do both without any stumbling, and over a dozen bruises, they had quickly taken to doing it together. While he hadn’t ever planned for it to be something other than a hobby, Caroline had planned for them all to join the cheer squad as soon as they started highschool.

It was something she put her all into, so turning up to the first cheer practice of the year to find her absent was something that screamed off.

 Elijah did his best to distract himself from the growing worry as he threw himself into the more difficult stretches, he also kept his mind from the growing irrationality at his hair falling in his eyes everytime he moved.

Too short to tie back or tuck behind his ears, yet he wasn’t sure why he remembered ever tying his hair up as it had never been that long.

He’s beginning to drop into a front split when he started to hear the music, he doesn’t look up when the car pulls up, his eyes closed, forehead pressed to his leg, he was counting his hold on the stretch as he listened to Bonnie and Elena beside him.

“That must be the mystery guy from the grill.” Bonnie grasped, for a moment he’s tempted to look up when Elena speaks,

“That's not a mystery guy. That's Damon Salvatore.”

Damon.

Dam.

Elijah takes the mature decision and refuses to lift his face up, refuses to see if the man Elena speaks of with disgust matches the blue eyed man that Elijah’s dreams self loved, if it meant he held that position until it hurt so be it.

When he does eventually pull himself out of the stretch, once the car had left, he found himself staring at Caroline, scarf around her neck.

Elijah keeps his eyes on Caroline throughout practice, despite not being on the team Caroline had refused to let him miss out last year and kept him updated with ‘cheer homework’ over the summer, so while Elena falls behind Elijah could perform with his eyes closed.  

He doesn’t as everytime he closes his eyes he either sees Vicki’s wounds from the night of the comet or Damon.

Warm blue eyes, reaching hands, ‘That’s my littlest brother, Eli.

—--

Elena tell him about the dinner for them, Bonnie and Stefan, when he joins them for the drive home, Jeremy heading to The Grill.

As soon as they home he returns to his room to play piano, while they prepare. He’s not avoiding or running he’s leaving them to their talk of boys, however Stefan's arrival forced him out to enjoy a completely awkward dinner.

“How come you didn’t join the team? No interest in football?“ Stefan asked, Elijah blinked at the question.

“When I was younger I used to get sick, it wasn't fair for me to join the team if I couldn’t be trusted to be well enough to play.” he answered.

“But you're on the cheer squad?” Stefan kept watching him, Elijah wasn’t sure what he wanted but a sinking feeling made him feel like he was being compared to someone else.

“That’s new, Caroline doesn’t take no for an answer,” he shrugged with a smile, desperately trying to push that thought away. Normal, not shut down, no dreams.  “Since the episodes aren’t as bad now i’m older, it's not as much of a problem.”

“Episodes?” stefan’s voice carried something in his tone that Elijah didn’t want to look into.

“I have sudden attacks of pain and fatigue.” he told him, as shortly as he could, more quoting past doctors, as he returned to the plate, the doctors that believed him that was.

“My brother had similar.” Stefan admitted, Elijah’s head snapped up at his words.

“Damon?” Elena asked, surprised, Elijah hoped Stefan agreed and said it was his Damon that was ill to make it so it wasn’t the Damon that Elijah remembered.

Who volunteered for the war and left them.

“No, younger.” Stefan corrected unknowingly crushing Elijah’s small hope.

“Oh. you didn’t-” Elena started but Elijah spoked over her

“He died, didn’t he? Around nine?” the words escaped him and Elijah wasn’t what he wanted, Stefan to deny it or admit what he did.

“Yes, how-” Stefan looked at him, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, Elijah kept his expression of blank curiosity, hoping no one could hear the painful thud of his heart in his chest. 

“Why don't you tell Stefan about your family?” Elena asked, suddenly sending Bonnie a pleading look, Elena was familiar with his barely contained panic.

“Um, divorced. No mom. Live with my dad.” Bonnie explained shortly.

“No, about the witches.” Elena said ignoring Bonnie’s panicked glance, it did one of the things Elena was aiming for though as Elijah’s staring at Stefan was ended as he choked at the word witches.

“Bonnie's family has a lineage of witches. It's really cool.” Elena replied and Elijah was thankful as Stefan looked to Bonnie as he tried to calm himself.

“Cool isn't the word I'd use.” Bonnie muttered, but Stefan surprised them as he started talking about the history of witches, Elijah would have thought it nice as he saw as Bonnie relaxed and looked interested and somewhat pleased at some of the information.

However Stefan's knowledge of Witchcraft wasn’t working with Elijah’s attempts to deny that there was something between this Stefan and the one he dreamed as a brother over a hundred years before.

Any further talk was cut off by the doorbell, but that didn’t quiet his spiralling thoughts.

“I wonder who that could be.” Elena asked as she got up.

—--

“Elijah what was that about?” Bonnie asked  after Stefan left in a rush to follow Elena, keeping her voice low but Elijah didn’t reply he had a feeling no matter how quiet she tried, Stefan would hear.

Died no, killed, Stefan’s teeth at his throat, horror filled eyes looking down at him, after.

No, no, no, Eli don’t go to sleep, stay with me.

Not your fault, he wants to say but the words can’t come out.

“Elijah!” Bonnie’s near shout pulled him back, but a shudder tore through him as he was suddenly cold.

“‘m going to bed-” he muttered as he pushed himself from the table.

“Elijah, is it an episode?” she asked and Elijah couldn’t tell, his chest hurt and there was a growing throbbing in his head but he didn’t feel the bone deep aches, mostly it was a chill, and a growing tired feeling, still it felt familiar.

“No, panic attack i think, don’t worry.” he told her, smiling lightly to reassure her, “tell Elena I'm sorry.”

Elijah barely managed to get to his bed, dragging his covers over him when he realised he seemed too tired to shiver, as he passed out as he remembered what he was feeling.

It was the feeling of dying of blood loss.

[johbeck]

The weirdest thing about Harry Potter is how it can be used as a case study of how awful the world building of a show can be, but it’s never talked about because the story focuses on the characters instead.

Some examples:

- wizards can instantly teleport items and people, even automate the process through port keys. Yet still use owls and trains?

- the stairs randomly would never be useful, especially since new students come every year, who would likely have at least one classmate fall to their death.

- Hogwarts just straight up tries to kill its students. Sending them out into a forest full of student eating monsters like werewolves. Why isn’t there at least a fence between the forest and the school?!

- not one muggleborn wizard has introduced the concept of a Word document. “But writing with ink and quill is fun!” NO! It’s awful! You make a mistake? Well now you gotta restart that 1000 word essay!

- not a single class at hogwarts focuses on math or literature.

- some muggle things are better than magic, and the fact that no wizards have adopted those tools is stupid. Cast a silence spell on a gun! Now you can anything without sound or a giant glowing blast!

- wizards can do complicated spells innately as children; teleport, inflation and straight up erasing stuff like glass from existence. But the moment you put a wand in a hand, now they have to say specific words and movements?

- spells make no sense! Why would chanting Latin cause magic to happen? Words having meaning implies that someone is hearing them! Are all wizards envoking the power of some powerful entity every time they cast a spell? Is it demons, elder gods? What is it? Latin certainly implies a connection to the Catholic Church!

- the ministry of magic creates a worldwide ban on the word Voldemort, and get instantly location and identity info on people saying it… if that’s possible, then how the fuck isn’t this method used in other circumstances?

- the killing curse is unnecessary and stupid. If there is a spell to blow up a wall, a spell to turn someone into an animal and a spell to create fire. Then why develop a killing spell at all? Just blow them up! Turn them into a mayfly or a fish (on land)! Create fire in their lungs! A simple blender spell used for food preparation could be a murder curse, so why even have a spell that can only kill? From a story telling perspective, it’s also stupid. If wizards used signature spells to kill people, they would be much more iconic. But no! Every evil wizard just use Evil-Spell-That-Have-No-Personality-or-other-purpose.

- muggleborn wizards read and write at a 4th grade level, and since there’s no other education system in wizard society than hogwarts, that means that most pure blood wizard students can barely read or write. This also implies that Hermione was a know-it-all or smart, she was just one of the only 2 kids in her class that could actually read the book assignments. The only reason why Voldemort was a threat was probably because he grew up in muggle society and learned to read and do basic math.

- there’s constant mentions of things that fundamentally change the entire world, but that just never happens. There’s monsters like werewolves, vampires, centaurs, dragons and mermaids. Sure you can hide the existence of wizards, but why would any of the monsters, especially the feral, evil or non-thinking ones never reveal magic to be real?!

- there’s no good distinction why some creatures are kept secret/are magical and others aren’t. If dragons were real, what exactly prevent muggles from just classifying it as a highly dangerous animal like the real-life Komodo dragon? Why wouldn’t Rhinoceros, Red-pandas and Swans be considered magical? Gorillas used to be myths, are we to believe wizards used to house all gorillas in the world, in their basement?

There’s so much more, like how the existence of house-elves implies the existence of other elves. Harry Potter just uses every trope and myth, almost as if to copyright and trademark our cultural heritages.

[campmurderparty]

vikram & charlotte.

Vikram couldn’t stop his little laugh as she worried about their telepathic abilities—which, for as far as Vikram knew, didn’t exist. “No, we can’t read minds. Not even each other’s.” his fellow wolves, he meant. He didn’t mean to mock her or anything, but he was grateful for a little bit of levity. The air had been so heavy for so long, it felt nice to smile, even if it was only for a fleeting second. “So you’re safe there, but i do have to wonder exactly what you’ve been thinking about me privately.” vik raised one brow, though he was (mostly) joking. Any couple was bound to get on each other’s nerves every once in a while.

The squeeze of her hand was reassuring, though vikram wasn’t sure he deserved her grace. Maybe right now she could wrap her head around him being a werewolf, but who knows what lola would think after some sleep? After she really contemplated what it meant to be with him. “I know, I deserve whatever you want to throw at me.” if she wanted to break up with him over this, he’d understand. Absolutely devastated, of course, but he’d understand… eventually.

“Trust me, I wouldn't be living it if I didn't have a choice.” vikram sighed, shaking his dirty, matted hair off of his forehead. That was probably the worst part about it: this wasn’t something he had wanted, it just happened to him. Almost as if it was fate, it had been unavoidable (on vikram’s part, at least) and was now just something he had to deal with. Though he recognized that he fucked up by lying to her, there had never been a world in which vikram wanted charlotte to know about him being a werewolf, or even about the supernatural in general. He knew he’d eventually have to come clean about his job and his life; he intended to keep his lycanthropy a secret for the rest of time. Like it was fate, she eventually found out—in the most dangerous way possible.

The existence of other supernatural creatures, not just werewolves, was hard even for Vikram to accept. He had to ease her into learning about the supernatural realm, though he hoped she’d never have to meet any other creature in her life. “Those exist, and more.” he shrugged, feigning casualness. “I haven’t actually come across many myself, but I've heard about them from my pack.” Many werewolves were born with the curse and experienced everything that came with being a werewolf at a much earlier age. “It’s not like the movies… most of the time. Vampires are basically the rats of our world, we werewolves are on the top of the food chain actually. There’s a whole royal werewolf lineage and famous packs throughout the world, it’s so dumb. And… hm… shapeshifters aren’t inherently evil or anything but most of us don’t like them because they cause a lot of trouble for everyone, humans too."

Vikram shrugged again, briefly glancing up at the ceiling as he thought of more information to give her. “Witches can be cool, it kind of depends on the witch though. We usually interact with them the most out of all creatures. Banshees and ghosts are real too, but I've never actually seen any.” vikram finished, inhaling deeply. “Any questions so far?”

[roseguided]

@witch3d LIKED for a random starter ! ft riley viktor

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 , 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 for riley. it’s not meant to show distrust , but more of a way of guarded herself if something should happen. bonnie has given no reason for her to be put at a distance yet , as she is with most people , riley cannot help herself. bred from a lifetime of being without loved ones , of carrying the burden of delivering messages from the dead. they whisper in her ear , they linger in her dreams & make nightmares—sometimes , the woman simply feels numb to what most would call a ‘gift.’ it’s routine all of the things she’s subjected to seeing & feeling . . . something riley has often cursed any god listening for. ; ❛ witches are a real thing then ? you aren’t fuckin’ with me ? ❜ brows arch themselves in question. lips pressed together , eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. ❛ mediums ? sure. hell , i’m livin’ proof. but, next thing-ya gonna tell me is vampires or werewolves exist too. ❜ so , was everything not made up ? ghost stores , fanged undead , furry beasts. ❛ that tha hol’ worlds-a lie. ❜

[someotherdog]

vikram couldn’t hide his amusement as she worried about their telepathic abilities—which, for as far as vikram knew, didn’t exist. “no, we can’t read minds. not even each other’s.” his fellow wolves, he meant. he didn’t intend to mock her or anything, but he was grateful for a little bit of levity. the air had been so heavy for so long, it felt nice to smile, even if it was only for a fleeting second. “so you’re safe there, but i do have to wonder exactly what you’ve been thinking about me privately.” vik raised one brow, though he was (mostly) joking. any couple was bound to get on each other’s nerves every once in a while.

the squeeze of her hand was reassuring, though vikram wasn’t sure he deserved her grace. maybe right now she could wrap her head around him being a werewolf, but who knows what lola would think after some sleep? after she really contemplated what it meant to be with him. “i know, i deserve whatever you want to throw at me.” if she wanted to break up with him over this, he’d understand. he'd be absolutely devastated, of course, but he’d understand… eventually.

“trust me, i wouldn’t be living it if i didn’t have a choice.” vikram sighed, shaking his dirty, matted hair off of his forehead. that was probably the worst part about it: this wasn’t something he had wanted, it just happened to him. almost as if it was fate, it had been unavoidable (on vikram’s part, at least) and was now just something he had to deal with. though he recognized that he fucked up by lying to her, there had never been a world in which vikram wanted charlotte to know about him being a werewolf, or even about the supernatural in general. he knew he’d eventually have to come clean about his job and his life; he intended to keep his lycanthropy a secret for the rest of time. like it was fate, she eventually found out—in the most dangerous way possible.

the existence of other supernatural creatures, not just werewolves, was hard even for vikram to accept. he had to ease her into learning about the supernatural realm, though he hoped she’d never have to meet any other creature in her life. “those exist, and more.” he shrugged, feigning casualness. “i haven’t actually come across many myself, but i’ve heard about them from my pack.” many werewolves were born with the curse and experienced everything that came with being a werewolf at a much earlier age. “it’s not like the movies… most of the time. vampires are basically the rats of our world, we werewolves are on the top of the food chain actually. there’s a whole royal werewolf lineage and famous packs throughout the world, it’s so dumb. and… hm… shapeshifters aren’t inherently evil or anything but most of us don’t like them because they cause a lot of trouble for everyone, humans too.”

vikram shrugged again, briefly glancing up at the ceiling as he thought of more information to give her. “witches can be cool, it kind of depends on the witch though. we usually interact with them the most out of all creatures. banshees and ghosts are real too, but i’ve never actually seen any. we can always tell when someone... not human is around, though. i don't know why. we can just, i don't know, sense each other or whatever when in public.” vikram finished, inhaling deeply. “any questions so far?”

"i just don't see how that's possible. you guys aren't mind readers, are you?" at the thought of this being a potential super power of her boyfriend's, her eyes widen. "god, please tell me you aren't. i promise some of the shit i've said in my head i didn't mean. i just get frustrated sometimes, and school always has me stressed-" realizing she was going off topic a bit, charlotte reigns it back in. he can't read her mind, or else he would have caught on to the fact that she had grown suspicious of him.

she's far from an idiot, but some may argue otherwise now, considering she hadn't kicked out her werewolf boyfriend. instead, she was sharing the bed with him, acting like he didn't turn into a flesh eating monster when the moon was full. but wasn't tonight proof enough that he wouldn't do any harm to her? he was given the chance to, but had gone against instinct. saved her instead from the hands of audrina.

"don't think you're off the hook, vik. you did still lie to me, after all. about a lot of things." lola squeezes his hand though, offering him a small smile. "i'm not mad. i'm trying to be understanding. it's a...difficult situation to be in, i guess. i don't know what i would have done if i were in your shoes." probably not start a relationship with a human, but she refrained from saying this. she didn't want to kick a dog (literally) while it was down.

"i love you, i do, but i don't think it's a lifestyle for me. too...hairy." the brunette's nose scrunches up before she lets out a small chuckle. a bit forced, but she's trying her best to make light of a very dark situation.

"so you're not the only kind of creature running through the woods? others exist? vampires, shapeshifters, witches?" it doesn't seem possible. it's fighting against everything she believed. but apparently it was something she was going to have to come to terms with.

[monstermaster13]

TftW: Thomas’s Gory Adventure.

Dio Brando tf/vampire theme.

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Thomas Sheppard didn’t know what he was getting into when he tangled with Victoria, he thought that mocking the woman who was a real supernatural being was a clever idea..when he mocked her for believing in dark magic he didn’t know that his foolish mistake would result in a curse. ‘Blood magic? Vampirism? Those aren’t real, right?’ ‘Don’t doubt my magic, Thomas..remember who it was who cursed you.’ ‘I know but why did you have to curse me to turn into Dio Brando?’ ‘It’s a take on an old classic.’ ‘Like werewolves only I turn when it’s a blood moon?’ ‘Yes.’ You see, Victoria had cursed Thomas to turn into Dio Brando after Thomas foolishly mocked her blood magic based beliefs and whenever it was a full blood red moon out at night, he’d turn into Dio, but he was still partially himself.

He remembered visions he had received of having his blood sucked through his neck via the hands of a vampire and receiving a Stand arrow shot on his shoulder, that didn’t kill him, then again he thought it was a dream and you cannot get hurt in dreams. That night as he got ready to have a Zoom conversation with his gang of ‘bro’s, he began to feel a little bit thirsty, like he needed blood…and a lot of it.

That’s when his heartbeat began to rapidly increase, but it didn’t give him a heart attack. He examined himself for a bit only to see his arms suddenly bulk up and gain muscle mass as his hands enlarged, his skin began to pale itself up a bit as his fingernails lengthened. His clothing slowly altered itself, taking on the textures and appearance of Dio’s clothing…which meant of course he was turning into him again. In addition, his chest and torso gained muscle mass.

He had been having many sleepless nights thanks to the ‘Dream Weaver’ Stand being used to take over his dreams which resulted in him having dreams/nightmares that he was being stalked by Pillar Men and masked dancers. He didn’t want to admit this to Stephanie, he knew Stephanie probably wouldn’t want her beloved boyfriend to be viewed as a wuss.

In addition, his back and shoulders broadened as his feet enlarged, he slowly rose up in height to 6’5 as his neckline altered, more visions assaulted his mind..visions that looked like a Hellraiser movie. His tawny brown hair spiking up and turning blonde as his features slowly contorted and warped themselves, taking on the likeness of Dio himself. He examined himself and couldn’t help but lick his lips as his canines extended to become akin to fangs.

His voice deepened and also developed an English accent, as he couldn’t help but think of turning his friends into vampires too. That’s when ‘Dio’ took over, and Thomas was no more as his eyes turned a gold color. He saw what appeared to be one of his friends entering the apartment he was in and that’s when he took the opportunity, he flew over to his friend Jacob and he smirked.

Jacob at first thought that Thomas/Dio was wearing an incredible realistic costume…’You thought it was Thomas, but it is I, Dio! I’ve always wanted to do that.’ He went over to Jacob and grabbed him, using his hands and fingers to drain the blood out of his friend, also injecting him with a pathogen.

Veins popped up all over Jacob’s neck as his blood was drained by his friend, the vessels were sucked through Thomas/Dio’s fingers, as the pathogen was injected into him and through into his blood vessels, within a minute of minutes he felt himself thirsting for blood too until he started to turn, becoming a vampire like his friend. Thomas/Dio gazed out the window and smiled as he saw the blood moon…’ah yes, what a wonderful night. Shall we go and hunt my friend?’

“Yes…Dio, let’s hunt together.”

“Follow me.”

Thomas/Dio and Jacob took off into the city, going after numerous people they liked and turning them into vampires in the same way that the latter had been turned, in addition to this they soon had themselves a new vampire clan of their own which became one of the most feared in the city.

Later on, Thomas/Dio turned the rest of his friends into vampires as well, but because they asked him nicely he was gentle with them. A couple of hours later the moon hid back behind the clouds and he reverted back to normal. ‘Oh dear it happened again didn’t it?’ ‘It sure did, you turned into Dio and you turned me, and your friends into vampires too.’

“I know I shouldn’t have messed with Victoria.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Well let’s just hope Stephanie doesn’t know about this.”

“I’m sure we’ll be perfectly fine.”

Thomas laughed as he and Jacob decided to head home,luckily for him Stephanie never did find out about his curse, but eventually she did and she was accepting of this. And thus with that, Thomas decided to carry on with what he normally did, he just had to be extra careful since he knew was likely to transform back into Dio any minute.

Thus brings us to the moral of the story, remember to think of your words and use them carefully when talking to a supernatural being, especially if that being can be put a curse on you.

[randomitemdrop]

If you're still bored, how about d100 rumors?

Table of Rumors

So, what are the villagers whispering around the pub? (Adapt as needed to your setting, and remember that rumors aren’t always true)

An infamous item-shop owner is actually a fraud and has no idea what he’s doing

One of the party members is secretly in service to the Dark Lord

One of the party members is secretly in service to the Merchants’ Guild, ensuring that the party keeps having to buy more stuff

The Dark Lord is secretly in service to the Merchants’ Guild and their entire evil plan is a hoax to stimulate the economy

Mimics in service to the Dark Lord have infiltrated the village

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is Essence of (consult Table of Flavors & Scents)

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is getting stabbed with a cheap tin dagger

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is catgirls

The local forest has been infested with Cascadian Tree-Krakens

The local counting-house has been infested with Modrons

The local fishing-hole has been infested with Dire Crawdads

The local lake is secretly home to a Fey woman that gives out swords proclaiming the wielder to be the true king of the land

The local spring is actually a portal to the Plane of Water, but only when activated correctly

A nearby swamp is home to a wish-granting hag

A nearby swamp is home to a reclusive retired bard, once famous across the land

A nearby swamp is home to Shrek

A nearby swamp is actually a bog

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will cure any illness or wound

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that make anything taste good

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that double your strength for four hours

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will kill anything mortal

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will get you zonked off your gourd

At the top of a nearby mountain there is a shrine to a forgotten deity from beyond the stars

At the top of a nearby mountain there is a shrine to a long-dead celebrity musician where Bards can learn special spells

A nearby cave is haunted by the ghosts of a massacred army

A nearby cave is haunted by the ghosts of cavemen

Long ago, fleeing royals hid a magic sword up the chimney of one of the local homes

One of the local merchants/tradespeople is actually a psychic vampire that nourishes itself by providing the worst possible customer service

A local farm has a chicken that will grant wishes if you pet it without letting the owner know

The local pub owner was once a bandit and buried treasure under the floorboards

The town drunk knows where a treasure is hidden but will only explain when sober

The town Prohibition Society president knows where a treasure is hidden but will only explain when drunk

The weird old man that lives outside town dresses up as a monster to frighten people off his property

The weird old man that lives outside town dresses up as a monster and has won awards at furry conventions for his monster suits

The local blacksmith’s hammer is enchanted so that he can strengthen armor just by hitting it

The local butcher will buy exotic meats, no questions asked

The local baker’s buns are enchanted so that it is addictive

The local candlestick-maker uses dwarf-tallow

The local cooper is the Queen’s paramour, which is how he's kept his license despite his barrels being absolute rubbish

The local cobbler is assisted by Elves. Nobody seems to know if that means traditional tiny magical spirits or, like, a band of Drow warriors bound to his service

The local nightsoilman is the true Crown Prince, having switched places with a lookalike after getting the idea from an episode of “Wishbone” and/or “Garfield: a Tail of Two Kitties” and/or any of the three different Barbie CGI adventures based around the idea

The local grave-digger kills people when business is slow

The local pie-maker kills people when business is slow

The local oyster-seller is secretly rich off pearls

The local arkwright (maker of chests) is actually a breeder of Mimics

The local carpetmaker is actually a breeder of Trappers

The local schrimpshonger will pay dearly for strange and exotic teeth, the bigger the better

The local relic-keeper is a fake

The local phrenologist is legit, somehow

The local cheesemonger can tell your fortune from the bite patterns you leave in a rind

The local pardoner has a direct line to the Celestial Bureaucracy

The local doctor is a vampire

The local tobacconist has some primo shit in the back that he only brings out if he knows you’re cool

The local town guard used to be an adventurer like you, then he took an arrow in the knee

The local town’s rival tater-hurling team has magic on their side, so the locals are looking for an edge

The local mayor is secretly a witch

The local mayor is secretly an avatar of the Dark Lord

The local mayor is secretly two Halflings with one sitting on the other’s shoulders, having achieved office through a cavalcade of hilarious hijinks and desperate to maintain the ruse

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually just empty suits of armor animated by dark magic

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually just empty suits of armor filled with bees

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually illusions and the building is actually defenseless

Eating raw pork increases your strength, the tainteder the better

Man door hook hand carriage door

Putting out all the lights and speaking a wizard’s name into a mirror five times will open a portal to wherever they are

Living near windmills causes cancer

Electrical shocks cure rheumatism

Goblin saliva cures acne

The smell of Bonnacon dung cures respiratory illness

Giant blood replenishes vitality and cures hangovers

Powdered Tiefling horns are an aphrodisiac

Dwarves lay golden eggs when enraged

Pulling Elves’ ears is good luck

Stealing an adventurer’s helmet is good luck

It’s good luck to ignore Aasimar, pretending they aren’t there

People with even a little bit of Dragon blood in their veins are incapable of lying

Feeding a Halfling is bad luck

Druids are aggressive assholes that try to convince everyone else to become Druids

Orcs are disguised humans

Mind-flayers can actually survive on totally normal food and drink, and they’re just flaying minds to be jerks

People with red hair are werewolves

Kicking a Cleric of a deity besides the one you follow in the butt cures curses

Flossing with the hair from a wizard’s beard cures toothache and gum disease

Church wine can be used to remove any stain

The Chosen One has arisen and can be recognized by (insert trait held by party member)

The Chosen One has arisen and can be recognized by being invulnerable to blades

The Chosen One has arisen and a cutting from their hair is proof against the Plague

Many adventurers are actually thought-constructs without free will, controlled by the whims of giant deities living on a higher plane rolling dice

The Royal Palace is trying to hide from the populace that the world is actually round/flat/cylindrical/toroidal/&c.

The Plague vaccines being provided by the Royal Palace secretly contain Potion of Enfeeble Mind to allow them to control the populace more securely

The local ruins were constructed by Extraplanars (note: if this is already true in your setting, instead the rumor is that the Extraplanars are a hoax by the Royal Palace)

Certain unusual clouds are the product of the Alchemists’ Guild trying to control the weather

The gladiator matches are fixed

A famous bard died years ago and was replaced by a look-alike

A famous bard is hypnotizing people with their music

Zalgo is coming

The world is going to end next year

A major chain of food stalls actually uses bio-alchemically-engineered Oozes instead of real meat

The Holy Books have hidden messages that can be decoded by those that know the secret method

The town charter is secretly a treasure map

https://www.snopes.com/random/

[enbylesbianism]

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS: Simon Snow trilogy wrapped! (review)

Hi, there! It took me a while to finish this post, as I could talk about it for... a long time (not necessarily a good thing), but I got it! I like praise, so if anyone wants to tell me I did a good job... Also, I might edit this post later on. I don’t remember anything else I’d like to add, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I did after posting. My brain does not obey me. Anyways, off to it! By the way, I won’t give this book a real rating.

While this is a review on Any Way the Wind Blows, I intend on analysing some points of the overall series too. The book starts where Wayward Son left off, the end of the road trip, Simon and Baz having problems in their relationship, Penelope helping Shepard with his curse... and the whole situation of the NowNext vampires. Rainbow Rowell only seems to remember the first part. That leaves us with the second book of the series ignored almost completely, with the exception of Simon and Baz’s feelings as well as Shepard’s existence.

Don’t get me wrong, aspects of the book are mentioned, but never in a truly important way. Lamb, the Vampire King, is mentioned by Simon, but only focusing on his and Baz’s relationship, never about the fact that there are a bunch of vampires (supposedly ‘evil’) in the U.S. but I guess what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? I could count on one hand the times the NowNext vampires were mentioned (like, literally, this isn’t an exaggeration, I looked up ‘NowNext’ on the e-book and only got five results), all of them either being one of them considering telling someone else about it, then not following through with it, or dismissing it as a concern for Lamb. Which makes the plot of Wayward Son completely useless for the trilogy. Now, that wouldn’t matter as much if everything else had been properly developed, but we definitely can’t say that.

We are introduced to a brand new, poorly developed villain, Smith-Smith Richards, whose character arc is as ridiculous as his name. He’s one of the fake Chosen Ones that started appearing after the events of Carry On (and the only one to be mentioned and/or defeated, for that matter). It becomes clear that presenting as Simon Snow-ish is part of his brand, especially when Baz describes him as looking like the Netflix adaptation version of Simon, and that he was raised and guided by his uncle, who’s just... there. I don’t think it would’ve been hard to make him manipulating Smith-Smith into believing he’s the prophetic savior of the Magickal World, which would not only make both of their characters more interesting, but it could also serve as a parallel of Simon’s relationship with the Mage. Richards also has some special powers such as increasing a mage’s magic for a limited amount of time, but taking it away afterwards, as well as making someone immune from spells. It’s worth saying those aren’t skills that are usual in the Magickal World, or else there wouldn’t be so much confusion and shock from people (specially Baz and Penny, who would definitely have heard of something like this before), but we get no explanation on why or how Richard has them.

Then, we have the Salisbury’s. We, as readers, already know Lucy and Davy are Simon’s parents, making Ruth his grandmother. It’s noticeable that Rowell builds up to that discovery, by making Simon get along with Ruth instantly, him thinking about Lucy a lot etc. It makes us excited to read the part where they actually figure it out, to know how Simon would deal with that, him dealing with the fact that he’s the Mage’s son and the fact that, technically, he killed his father. I suppose that’s the point, but actually getting to that part was incredibly underwhelming. The way they discovered about Simon—being able to lift a family sword—hadn’t been mentioned or hinted at before. One would’ve expected Simon, who’s particularly interested in swords as it’s mentioned many times throughout the series, to notice a freaking Excalibur at the Salisbury’s place before. 

And speaking of noticing things: when it’s finally revealed that Simon is Lucy’s son and the Mage’s heir, Baz pointed out the uncanny similarities between his boyfriend and the deceased Watford principal. “Those narrow eyes. That tilt of his head. I thought... I thought he’d learned it. Was imitating it.” + “Merlin, Simon, you even look like him.”  (Any Way the Wind Blows, chapter 86) Simon was the Mage’s protégé for years and I assume the Magickal authorities knew that he was the one to inherit all of his money and personal belongings, but no one, in the whole British Magickal community, thought about them being related? I refuse to believe there were no conspiracy theorist teachers at Watford or that Mitali or even the Pitch’s alongside everyone who was against the Mage didn’t at least check to know if there was something behind those characteristics. Baz literally said (chapter 88), “I think it’s undeniable. I’d cast ‘Flesh and blood’ on them, but it would bounce right off of Snow (...)”, so there is a spell for that. Plus, we didn’t even have one whole chapter of Simon dealing with this information! The chapters (no more than five, out of ninety-one) were divided between Simon, Baz and Lady Ruth’s POVs. He’s the main character, so one would think he’d get more development.

Another point that felt rushed was the romance. While Simon and Baz’s relationship wasn’t, as it’s been a topic Rowell has explored for three books (we’re not counting Fangirl here, as their ‘participation’ on it was minor and their personalities weren’t as consistent as in the trilogy. Not that it is that consistent there), the others just felt like she wanted everyone to finish the trilogy with a pair. I’ll start with Shepard and Penny. There were fans who liked them together before Any Way the Wind Blows, but it wasn’t hinted at—it was more like a fandom thing. I personally like them as a couple, but it could have had development and, maybe, foreshadowing in Wayward Son. I mean, they did fight monsters during a huge part of a road trip together.

The next one I’ll talk about is Agatha and Niamh. I love them, don’t get me wrong. Actually, it’s precisely because I love them that I wish they’d gotten a better treatment. Niamh wasn’t introduced before Any Way the Wind Blows. I get why she wasn’t introduced in Carry On—it was interesting to see a character who wasn’t caught up in Simon and Baz’s drama during the school years—but a hint of her existence could’ve been left in Wayward Son. Agatha is an important character on it, and a mention of her father training an aspiring veterinary could’ve fit somewhere, as a hint, maybe. (Also, Lucy, the dog, being absolutely forgotten during this book when a lot of Agatha’s time is spent in a veterinary clinic...) Besides, we could get the vibes from them, but after they kissed, there was barely any content. We didn’t get them calling each other ‘girlfriend’ (or if they even like that label at this point), or the aftermath of the kiss, or a POV from Niamh. Or Niamh appearing the epilogue? If Agatha was taking care of the goats, I’m sure Niamh would have a part in that too. Still on Agatha’s character, but not on Niamh’s, it felt like Rainbow Rowell was setting up for aromantic and asexual Agatha, specially because of this quote: “It was like she'd pulled the feeling right out of my heart. I could have kissed her. (I still wish sometimes that I wanted to.) (That would feel like an answer to... the question of me. Then I could say, 'Oh, thats who I am. That's why I've been so confused.')” (Wayward Son, chapter 4).

And I was leaving the best (I need to be sure everyone knows I mean this sarcastically) of the romance topic for the end: Fiona and Nicodemus. It’s just... so forced and undeveloped. Not even because, to me, they’re both gay as hell. There was just... such a lack of development! I don’t think we had any interaction between the both of them before Any Way the Wind Blows. There was no foreshadowing or why would Fiona, a vampire hunter from a family of vampire hunters, would marry... a vampire! I’d already find it weird to see fanfiction of them as a crackship, but it’s canon?! Like, canon as in they’re going to get married and use Fiona and Natasha’s mother’s ring? Seriously, nothing will take from me that this is a lavender marriage (as I’ve already discussed with my best friend, which inspired this post of theirs.)

I’d also like to speak about a topic that’d been hinted throughout the series, especially post-Carry On, which is the criticism towards the Magickal Community in the U.K.. That criticism is very much embodied in Shepard’s character. It’s explicitly said that the British mages have some kind of supremacy towards other supernatural beings, such as vampires for example, gatekeeping literal magic. Up until relatively recently, mages with weak links with magic couldn’t attend Watford (and that’s a major plot point in the final book) and there’s a denial towards any other kind of magic except the ones that are part of their craft. Even within the Magickal community itself, there are more important families that are more likely to succeed, like Natasha receiving criticism for marrying Malcolm, as a Pitch. It felt pointless not to tackle the issues you’ve set up yourself in your own universe. Penelope has very strict morals related to magickal law and beliefs, something that she could’ve deconstructed, especially considering Shepard, her love interest, symbolises that. Another point related to that is, the trilogy is very clearly heavily inspired by Harry Potter, where many of those points are very clear (e.g. wizard supremacy in relation to other species, such as werewolves and domestic elves and the status quo that makes some traditionally magical families more influential than others, like the Malfoy’s vs. the Weasley’s), so it’s not an easily forgettable concept.

The series also had a lot of inconsistencies. The one I’ve seen talked about more often is Simon and Agatha’s... intimacy status, let’s call it that. Simon’s whole thing in the first book was that he struggled controlling his magic when experiencing intense emotions, which makes it hard to believe that he managed to have sex withount an... accident. Besides that, though, there’s this quote, “She (...) presses a kiss into my temple. No one has ever kissed me there. No one has ever kissed me anywhere but on my mouth” (Carry On, Chapter 27), but in Any Way the Wind Blows, when Simon’s about to have his wings cut, Agatha says, “It’s a strange feeling to look at someone’s chest and know it’s nothing to do with you anymore, but still to remember kissing every inch.” (Chapter 14)

So, we have established that Rainbow Rowell’s work, both character and plot driven, is flawed. “But we got the characters interacting for the closure of the series, at least!” Well... we got interactions between the canon romantic relationships, yeah. But besides that, we didn’t get much. There were no interactions between Agatha and Penny, or Shepard with Simon and Baz. Or Penny and her mother figuring stuff out. Or literally anyone with a therapist. And not gonna lie, the interaction we got between Baz and Dev was underwhelming, to say the least. Niall is nowhere to be seen, too.

Rainbow Rowell’s writing is beautiful: she writes poetic lines that make the book seem perfect at first glance, if you don’t think about it for too long. Her words are very shiny, but once you get use to that light and see what’s behind them, what’s between one shiny quote and another, it has so many flaws and plot holes that it reads like a first draft. There are many concepts in there that are genuinely good: the rest of the trilogy focused on the protagonist dealing with the trauma of being a child soldier instead of being entirely an adventure, Simon being unlabelled, a fake Chosen One that gives mages fake hope... Those are all good ideas, but so poorly explored that, despite being an entire book/trilogy, it still feels like a writing pitch or something among those lines.

I felt iffy about other things during my reading of the series, but they aren’t exactly plot points, so I’ll just list them below:

Mitali, Penny’s mom, including ‘discovering your bisexuality’ as a mid-life crisis thing 

As I’ve seen people talking about biphobia/bi erasure in the books, I’ll be including this post that features both unlabelled and bisexual individuals talking about the topic (it isn’t my place, as a lesbian, to talk about this, that’s why I decided not to do so.)

Romanticising of Baz’s suicide (a.k.a. chapter 61) in the first book. If you’re not in a good place mentally, like I was when I first read Carry On, I hope you know that a kiss or romance doesn’t help any mental illness you or others might have. Don’t let anyone use your guilt to manipulate you. Paraphrasing Alice Oseman in their graphic novel Heartstopper, love can’t cure a mental illness.

Any Way the Wind Blows was... very horny. I can’t point out how this makes the book bad exactly, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed. One of Rainbow Rowell’s strongest skills is that her quotes, when loose, are good. They tend to be poetic and just beautiful, overall. But in the... explicit scenes, these skills were barely used, and I felt like I was reading NSFW tweets off of someone’s private account on Twitter. Besides, the first two books of the series weren’t written like that, so the change was very sudden.

The older people could’ve been more explored. Penelope and Mitali’s relationship and how similar the both of them are compared to each other, Daphne and Professor Bunce’s insecurities and why they believed in Smith-Smith, Fiona, Nico, and Ebb... Also, the Mage and Lucy. We could’ve had more on them, y’know. 

The pop culture references. They made the book read even more like Twitter’s feed. Honestly, if I wanted to read prompts and nice ship content alongside memes from Twitter with some horny thoughts sprinkled all around, I would’ve opened the Twitter app. Or Tumblr, Instagram, whatever.

The POV switching felt lazy to me at times. It’s nice to know how different characters are experiencing that situation, yes, but sometimes, like during the discovery that Simon is a Salisbury, it read as if Rowell wanted to create tension, but couldn’t think of any other way to do it except the switching around.

Narrative wise, I think Simon and Baz should’ve spent more time broken up. 

[letterstoseven]

Killer Queen [Ch. 2]

✏︎ pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, elijah mikaelson x reader, kol mikaelson x reader

✏︎ summary: y/n Silvius –– daughter of the Alpha of the most respected and powerful pack of the first were-witches (werewolf + witch). She needs to find the remaining Crescent Wolf Pack members as the Elders are planning to reunite the seven packs, namely: Crescent Wolf Pack, Northern Wolves Pack, Moon Shine Pack, River Pack, Lycan Blood Pack, Midnight Stone Pack and the Malraux Pack. On her journey, she met the family whom the witches and werewolves warned her about, The Mikaelson Family.

✏︎ a/n: this is sooooo long but this is when y/n talks about her departure to their hometown and her arrival in New Orleans! thank you so much for taking your time to read chapter 1! here's the chapter 2 :)

✏︎ Chapters: one, two, three, four, five

After the meeting with the Elders, you and your family went back to your own homes. "I'm going to pack and then take a sleep. Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad." You hugged them both tightly. "Dear [y/n], come here. Your dad and I would like to talk to you before you start your journey in finding one of the Crescent Wolf Pack members."

You walked towards your fireplace and sat on the floor in front of them, "What's up?" Your dad, Adoff Silvius, sat near you and told you something about New Orleans, while your mom, Leah Silvius, got the book of the Ancient History of the Wolves.

"Back when I was on my way looking for the Moonstone, I befriended some of the folks in New Orleans. His name is Alaric Saltzman, a history professor. Of course, he never knew me. The people in Mystic Falls thought that the wolves are not real. However, when one of the Lockwoods, Tyler, I think, activated his curse by killing a person, one of them saw it and that's when they know that legends are real. Eventually, I was able to lure the young Lockwood and got the Moonstone before Aiden's dad." He smiled at you. However, that smile faltered when he started talking about New Orleans.

"Okay, Dad. Now, what does your story have to do with my journey to find the Crescent Wolf Packs?" You looked at them both. Your mom, opened the book of the Ancient Wolf Pack, and said, "You, my dear, will be the one who's going to unite the packs. One of my friends in the New Orleans, Vincent, has told me that it would be best if you try to not do any magic and even use your wolf side. The guy running the town, Marcel Gerard, is known for killing the wolves and the witches if they did not abide by his rules." You are saddened by this fact. You know that it's hard for the witches and werewolves to leave their territory as it is where their powers reside. "You have to find the brother of the Hybrid, Elijah Mikaelson. One of the Original Vampires. He can help you. My guy, Vincent, has told me that he can be reasoned out to." You are now starting to get curious about these Originals, the Mikaelsons.

"Back in the day, the wolves are powerful because they are united. The seven packs and us, being the leader of the seven packs, was able to maintain peace between packs. While the Crescent Wolf Packs needed to kill someone to activate their wolf side. While us, coming from the Sanguine Pack, the curse chooses us if we are deemed worthy. That's why there are some members of the family of the Sanguine Pack that until now, at their 30s, 40s and 50s, still not able to activate their werewolf side." Your dad explained that the reason why some of the packs left is because of a misunderstanding. Some packs thought that they don’t need the help of the other pack. Now, your mom is the one who's going to tell you about the situation in the New Orleans.

"If they are the Original Vampires, aren't I walking in a sacred place and might as well get killed in the process?!" You are in distress. All these ancient history talks are now spiraling in your head. "The Mikaelsons, as the Elders would tell us, are the dangerous, and well dysfunctional family in the world. Legend says that they will do anything for their family even if it means killing or sacrificing their loved ones." Now you are scared. "However, they are the only chance you have to find one of the Crescent Wolf Pack members as his brother is a Hybrid. The hybrid's name is Niklaus Mikaelson. He's got a witch sister too, Freya Mikaelson."

You thought to yourself, Thank God at least there's a witch in the family.

"Now, dear. Your father and I loves you so much. As much as we wanted to help you, this is part of the process. We believe in you. Our daughter, our heir. You are the most powerful were-witch of your generation. And in no doubt, you will be the first female Alpha of the pack." Your parents hugged and kissed you. Well, being an only child has its pros sometimes. You said your good night to them.

You started packing your grimoires, your weapons, a weapon that is made from the ancient white oak stake - legend says that this ancient white oak stake is the best wood to kill or to protect yourself from. That's why ever since you started learning how to create a weapon, you used them to create one.

The next day, you and Aiden trained in combat and learned protection spells as the next day, both of you will start your journey to become an Alpha. "How are you doing, [Y/N]?" He sat beside you. "You know, Aiden, when we were young we've always been competing side to side. Now that it has come to this, I now wish for us to stay alive in the process. Good lord, vampires out there? Crazy." He drank the water and said to you, "If I become the Alpha, you can still be an Alpha. The wife of the Alpha. Marry me, [Y/N]." You chuckled and said, "Aiden! You're like one of my closest friends in the pack! Never gonna happen!" Aiden smirked, "I know that's going to be your answer. Just stay safe and stay alive, okay? Either of us has only one goal: to protect the Sanguine Pack and unite the seven packs." Both of you hugged and went on your homes for the night. Tomorrow is the day when both of you are going to each of your tasks.

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Today's the day. Before you and Aiden left the pack, the Elders gave you two a powerful protection spell to ensure your safety and whatever happens, the two of you will come back alive. And as for you, your mom made you drink vervain. She said that it’ll help you to not be compelled by the vampires. You bid your good-byes to your friends and family. Your parents told you that if it is an emergency, then you'll have to call them as soon as possible. Your pack's residing in the Appalachian Mountains in Virginia. You thought to yourself that this is going to be a long ride.

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After almost 12 hours of driving, you now reached New Orleans. As soon as you stepped in the New Orleans, you can see that the city’s full of life. Different to the place you’ve grown up to. In the mountains, the life is chill. But in this city, it’s also chill but there’s always a buzz everywhere you go.

Before you go out of the car, you messaged your mom and told her that you just got in the city. After checking in the Palace Royal Hotel, as you were walking, you saw a voodoo shop called Jardin Gris. You went inside and asked for some herbs, and a girl named Sabine asked you, “Are you a witch?” You were shocked by the question, “Uh, no! I was just passing by. I’m a tourist! I’m [y/n]!” Sabine looked at you from head to toe, “Well, I thought you were a witch. You were wearing some kind of necklace that only a person who knows a powerful witch can have. And I can sense it too.” You are now literally breaking into sweats when a blonde girl walked in, “Hey, witch!” You heard the girl talk to Sabine. You tried not to pry but when Sabine asked the girl, “To what do I owe the displeasure, Mikaelson?” You asked yourself, a Mikaelson? The Original Vampire?

“I need a camphor. Now.” You saw the lady Mikaelson wait for the witch. She’s gorgeous, you thought to yourself. You realized that like you werewolves, they’re blending in the humans too. When she went out, you sneakily followed her but you when you went out, she’s gone.

You continued your tour around the place. The night time came and the city’s been livelier than ever. Parties and drinking everywhere. You went inside the bar called, Rousseau’s. A bartender girl named Tanya, greeted you, “Ohhh, new face. What’s up?” You seated at one of the stools in front of her, “[y/n]. Just a tourist from Virginia. Scotch please, thanks.”

After awhile, you feel yourself getting drunk. Someone sat beside you, the blonde girl from the shop and a guy wearing a tailored suit. The guy looked expensive, you thought to yourself.

You heard them talking about a girl named Sophie and about a bunch of witches are plotting against their brother. “We need a witch to do an unlinking spell, Rebekah. It is for the safety of our niece and Hayley.” The girl beside him replied, “We need a witch to do the spell. And after that, I’m leaving this bloody town, Elijah.” You thought to yourself, “Unlinking spell? That’s so basic.” You weren’t sure why but the two of them stared at you, and you asked them, “What?” The guy asked you, “Do we know you? It seems like you’re new in town.” They waited for your response, “What’s with this town and that they keep on asking me if I am new in town?” The blonde girl smirked, “I like her.” However, before they speak again, you left them.

While you were walking, the alcohol starts to leave your system. You sat in one of the bench at Jackson Square. The square is empty, however, there are three vampires who started hovering around you.

“What the hell? What do you want?” One of them started leaning towards you, it looks like they are trying to compel you. But you said to them, “Freaks!” You ran as much as you can but due to you not being on your werewolf form, you cannot ran as fast as you can. “Stop right there! How can you not be compelled? Damn it! Vervain’s in your system. I thought we’ll have a dinner for tonight.” You thought that they were walking away, however, you used magic and you snapped their heads. You ran back in your hotel, and you pray that no one knew that you just practiced magic.

After showering, you heard a knock on your door, you recognize him as the guy from the bar. “Hello, I believe this is yours.” He was holding your necklace, you checked your neck, and you realized that it’s gone. “Give that to me!” The man won’t give it to you. “You realize that you just used magic in New Orleans where a vampire, who runs the town, forbids the use of magic.” You stopped trying to get the necklace and told him, “I just did. I’ll be damned if I let those psycho blood suckers kill me.” The man in front of you gave your necklace, however, there’s a catch. “I’ll give this to you but you need to help me break a link between two persons.” You furrowed your eyebrows and said, “And who are you? Why would I help you then?”

“I’m Elijah Mikaelson, and I need your help.”

[badassxbirdy]

Real name — Tyler Sauveterre is her legal name, has gone by Tyler Walker for several years now.

Single or taken — Taken in her main verse, single in others.

Abilities or powers — Her cambion powers are now locked out of her reach in the main verse, though she remains immune to being turned by vampires, werewolves, etc. In other verses she still has access to telekinesis, creating tremors, pyrokinesis, and her eyes retain their yellow cambion colour as her darker self. Has an innate talent for spells, curses, etc. (Did I copy and paste this from the about page? Yes. Yes I did.)

Eye color — Brown, yellow when her powers are active.

Hair color — Ginger

Family members — She has an adopted family who we talk about constantly on this blog. As for Tyler’s family of origin: her dad is deceased, she doesn’t know if her mother is still alive, and her biological father is a big NOPE who she wishes to avoid at all cost. No extended family besides her grandparents who died during her teen years.

Pets — She lives in a house where there are pets, but doesn’t have any of her own. Keeping her cactus alive and healthy is enough pressure. 😂

Something they don’t like — Fish. Both in food form and living in water. They creep her out and she hates fishy tasting dishes.

Hobbies / activities — She’s currently experimenting with different things and trying to find a hobby that’s unconnected to hunting. RIP to the kitchen that will never be the same after her baking attempts. She loves to explore new places, abandoned places, and going on spontaneous road trips to some weird roadside attraction. But all of that still came out of hunting and aren’t really things she can do when she’s still afraid to go too far from home.

Ever hurt anyone before — *laughs in traumatic events*

Animals that represent them — I have a tag dedicated to Tyler being a cat, for shitposting and comedy purposes. If anyone has thoughts on what other animals would represent her well, I’d love to hear them!

Worst habits — Her compulsive need to help people and fix things leads to her being nosy af. She consistently pries into things she shouldn’t and doesn’t pick up on hints to stop. Tyler also has a terrible temper, and a mouth that isn’t always connected to her brain. It’s a miracle that she doesn’t get into physical altercations more regularly.

Role models — Henri, Mel, Elisiel, and Hannibal. See her relationships page for info on these folks.

Sexual orientation — Tragically straight. My condolences to her tbh.

Thoughts on marriage / kids — Marriage is something she never really thought about much, especially after leaving home when she thought long term relationships were off the table. If her man ever asked the answer would be yes, but marriage as an institution and a concept is not a big deal to her. Ty has never wanted kids and actually would not be able to birth her own. She will also tell you that keeping her current adopted family safe is quite enough trouble to deal with without the addition of tiny squishy humans to care for, thanks. 😂

Style preferences — Wardrobe headcanon can be found here, but the TL;DR is that she goes for practicality over style. Lots of layering for maximum cosyness, jeans and long sleeves are the go-to outfit.

Someone they love — Her platonic soulmate, Mel.

Approach to friendships — Ride or die! Your problems become her problems, and she’s incredibly loyal. Expect lots of pokes and nudges when she’s joking around, along with many hugs if it’s tolerated by the friend in question.

Favourite drink — Strawberry milkshake

Favourite place to spend time at — Mel’s couch. Tyler + couch = OTP. 😂

Swim in the lake or the ocean — She can’t swim. She does enjoy the beach though.

Their type — Men named Killian McCrane. But in all seriousness, a man who will join in on her silly jokes and flirting. If they can’t act like a goofball then she won’t be interested for long. She needs someone who can be patient with her (now more than ever) when she struggles to open up. As for physical traits, she is completely weak at the knees for physically strong men with nice smiles. None of this “muscles for aesthetics” stuff, actually strong men. Abs are nice, sure, but a man who could physically pick her up and yeet her with ease? Swoon.

Camping or indoors — Indoors. Camping out loses its novelty when you spend years living out of your car.

Tagged by — @ko3ak ❤️!

Tagging — anyone who hasn’t done it yet!

[scriveyner]

gifts & curses 13

gifts & curses: 13/30 wc: 1616 rated: M

He was a werewolf.

Masayoshi sat on the bed, knees pulled to his chest and staring through the wall opposite to him. He knew he was a werewolf with absolute conviction; even with his memory patchy he knew, he remembered the brush of teeth across his bare shoulder, sharp and unforgiving, he remembered golden eyes and dark fur—but he also knew that werewolves were bound to the moon, and…

And if he wanted, right now, he could be on four legs and basking in the sunbeams caught in his golden fur.

This entire concept was strange and terrifying, and he was completely and utterly lost. He wasn’t used to being afraid. Not like this.

Masayoshi closed his eyes and thought about how calming the dark wolf’s presence was, how he smelled faint and familiar and like home; and wanted to snarl at the way his mind turned him away from those memories, how they settled firmly on gray wolves and white fur and blood spilling hot across the pavement. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

What if you’re not, the dark-haired man had said.

But he was.

#

“I still don’t remember your name,” Masayoshi said to the dark-haired man when he brought food that evening. Burgers, again—something cheap, plentiful, and hot that didn’t require prep work, but it didn’t matter because they smelled amazing to Masayoshi, who hadn’t realized how hungry he was yet again. He didn’t particularly care as he inhaled the burgers, the not-stranger leaning against the dresser again with his arms crossed. “Or why you’re doing this.”

“It’s, ah.” He looked away, toward the window—Masayoshi had opened the blinds, hoping that the sunlight would bring him more clarity, but by now the sun was well past its zenith and reflecting on the glass façade of the next building over. Masayoshi licked his fingers, another burger down his gullet, and then looked up, recognizing the stalling tactic. “It’s a long story.”

“You’re not a werewolf,” Masayoshi said matter of fact, holding the third burger in his hands. He thought idly that he never used to eat this much, thought of Ishihara scolding him for not watching his intake again, and nearly dropped the burger at the realization. A name, a face. He remembered.

“No, I’m not.”

Masayoshi glanced back at him, distracted by the thinly-veiled disgust in the reply. The dark-haired man waved a hand in front of his face dismissively. “Never been a big fan,” he said, casting a weather eye over Masayoshi sitting on the floor, wearing only his underwear and surrounded by empty burger wrappers.

Masayoshi leaned forward, staring up at him intently—and he raised an eyebrow at the scrutiny. “You’re…” he struggled, Ishihara was there, somehow—connected, not like she was with the Witch, but…. He couldn’t quite grasp the thread he was chasing. “You’re a vampire,” he said finally, another puzzle block in place, and his eyes widened comically at the realization.

“Ah,” he tapped his nose with one finger. “That took longer than I expected.”

“What, but vampires aren’t real!”

“So says the werewolf,” the vampire snorted with derision.

He was a werewolf. Masayoshi put the last burger down, hands on his knees as he processed this. “That’s why you don’t like the sunlight, and why I haven’t seen you eat anything,” he said. He looked up quickly and slapped both of his hands over his neck. “You haven’t—” and the vampire snorted and shook his head.

“Ugh, no. Not even if I was about to go mad with hunger, you’d probably poison me with whatever the fuck weirdness you have going on.”

Masayoshi exhaled, felt deeply relieved, and wasn’t certain why. “Then why are you helping me, if you don’t like werewolves?”

“Returning a favor.” The vampire straightened. “Finish your food before it gets cold, Hazama. You’ll need your strength.”

“Masayoshi,” Masayoshi corrected him softly, as the dark-haired vampire closed the door behind him.

#

Gotou rubbed his hand over his face as he sat, bleary-eyed on the couch. They’d been over everything he could think of and more besides, and between the three of them, they were no closer to figuring out what was going on. Werewolf hunters, Masayoshi gone missing, changed, and these white wolves…werewolves were almost never white, he’d only seen one white wolf in his life and he hadn’t even been truly a white wolf, had he? It all meant something, and he had no idea what.

He reached into his shirt and pulled out his chain. He had slipped Masayoshi’s wedding ring onto his chain for safekeeping—the two identical silver bands glinted in the overhead light, and the ache sprung up in his throat again; Masayoshi waving and smiling cheerfully as the train doors closed, Gotou waving carelessly back…

And the bus, driving off into the late afternoon sunset…

Deep breaths, through his nose.

Masayoshi knew how to take care of himself; Gotou shouldn’t be fighting against the clawing, incapacitating fear that had carved out a place in his lungs…and yet. It was there, hovering, in the back of his mind: he should never have let Masayoshi go alone.

Koji had gone for food—the kids still hadn’t emerged from the room they had hidden themselves away in, and once they did they would be ravenous. Kennichi had stayed behind so Gotou wouldn’t be alone, clearly, sitting opposite him with a fresh mug of tea in his hands and watching him silently.

Do you know if his parents were—?

His parents died when he was two, he doesn’t know anything about them.

It’s in his blood somehow. Maybe the witch knows something…?

All his fault. All of it. If Masayoshi hadn’t gotten involved with him, if he hadn’t reciprocated, fallen helplessly in love…he’d be safe. If only Gotou had been able to walk away.

Masayoshi, holding his face very patiently, eyes bright as they lay tangled together in the bed of his old apartment. “You don’t get to make those decisions for me, Gotou-san.”

Kennichi shifted on the couch, drawing his attention away from the past. The other man sighed and set the mug he’d been nursing on the table between them. “There’s something else we haven’t told you,” Kennichi said quietly, breaking the silence and cutting through the heaviness that surrounded Gotou’s thoughts. He glanced down the hall for a moment and kept the same quiet tone. “Maybe this isn’t really the time, but it needs to be addressed. About the cubs.”

That got his attention. It could really only be one thing. “You found their parents,” Gotou said, stunned. Masayoshi would be heartbroken, but happy for them—he wanted more than anything for them to be happy, and reunited with their family.

Kennichi shook his head, ever so slightly, and didn’t raise his eyes. “Truth is…and we’ve known this for a while, but there has been so much going on here, you must understand that we didn’t intend to keep this from you, or from them.” His mouth quirked strangely but he still didn’t look up, to meet Gotou’s eyes.

“That doesn’t sound like good news,” Gotou said.

“There are labs,” Kennichi turned the cup on the table and picked it up again, talking to it instead of Gotou. “All over the country. We’ve been picking them off, one by one, but we still haven’t found the central hub. Our agents found one about six months ago, very similar to the one we rescued the cubs from; got out maybe a dozen kids in all, mostly wolves but some other shapeshifters, too. They had records there, that’s why our agents made it a priority—freeing the children was an added bonus.”

Gotou stared at him silently, waiting for him to continue.

“It was a wealth of information, those records. Infuriating as all hell. So many kids torn from their families, stolen with little recourse—but there were even a few freely given to these monsters, can you believe that?” Kennichi put the mug back down on the table. “I think about hunting them down, occasionally. Using the Blade’s resources to my own ends, make things as square as I can.”

“What does this have to do with Keiko and Masanori’s parents?”

Kennichi tilted his head. “Do they ever talk about their childhood? Any specifics about their parents, or their past?” Gotou stared at him numbly and shook his head slightly, and Kennichi sighed again. “These facilities, they don’t just experiment on the kids they steal. We could find no record of Keiko or Masanori’s parentage in their system. No family name. No date of surrender, no records of origin.”

“What…” Gotou didn’t understand. “What does that mean?”

“That there is a strong possibility that they weren’t so much born, as made.”

#

In the bedroom, Masanori sat with his back against the wall, beside the cracked-open door, the light falling across his face, eyes wide. He looked back at his sister, still curled underneath the bed.

Made.

Men in white lab coats, cold metal bars, the warmth of his sister wrapped around him, whispering old stories that he couldn’t quite remember—Masanori shivered, drew his knees up to his chest, and pressed his face against them, and continued to listen.

#

He dreamt of the dark wolf with the golden eyes, comfort and familiarity and something else besides—a caress in the night, warm broad hand and hot mouth and oh, oh. Masayoshi woke with a tear-stained pillow and a straining ache between his legs, but most important of all he woke with a name on his lips.

“Hidenori,” Masayoshi said softly into the darkness, and suddenly the world made sense again.

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[naturesloopholed]

SUPERNATURAL.   (  if this verse interests you?  comment on this post.  )

This verse is a default verse for anything in the supernatural verse  There are no set ships for this so any relationships aren’t connected to each other.  If I’m shipping with a Lizzie with this verse and also have a ship with a Landon in this verse? They don’t overlap and there is no cheating.   Think of this as a generalized verse than anything else.

Any triggering information is labeled before hand so that you have fair warning before reading a bullet point. 

The ORIGINAL VAMPIRE FAMILY is a subset of vampires that doesn’t fall under the ALPHA VAMPIRE    (  I have not met this character yet just saw the wiki  ).  They are FASTER, STRONGER, and more DURABLE than the average vampire.  They might not be the OLDEST vampires alive but they consider themselves the old ones.

Compulsion, white oak stakes, etc are still very much a thing for them.

Hope is still all three (vampire, werewolf, and witch).  Her werewolf side was a genetic competent.  Murder was not how she triggered the curse but at the age of 15,  she was forced to turn as it was how every wolf is.  She did end up murdering an old man that was walking in the woods and her father covered it up. 

Esther has some relation to Eve  (Not sure what.  I have not watched Eve’s stuff nor do I plan to watch Alpha season where those are introduced so any canon past like season 5 will not be accepted into my lore for the most part).

the weaknesses of the supernatural vampires, witches, and werewolves HURT the ORIGINAL line but it doesn’t kill them.

If you are a vampire from this line?  You happen to have had to die to become one with blood of a vampire in your system.  You are sired to a line which keeps them strong.

These vampires are over 1,000 years old.  (The ORIGINAL FAMILY).   Hope was still born in 2012 (Like legacies,  the year is older and not following real life)  though so she is a BABY compared to her family in every sense of time.  Even though she is defaulted to 19 in this verse?  Her family still very much has a say in her life.

Hunter because she finds it FUN and likes to get her hands dirty.  Hope kills things that she finds harmful to humans ( so that includes her own kind.  If they disrupt the balance that she has in her head?  DONE ).  She isn’t a normal hunter and is NOT known to the world very well.  She isn’t human but easily can pass as one with mimicking spells and cloaking.  Hope is a master at playing a game. 

Hope’s mother died at the hand of Hope’s boyfriend. Hope did have to deal with the events of the hollow tearing her family apart for her whole life pretty much.  Her family is ALIVE aside from her mother.

Daddy?  She calls him every night and tells him all about the fake little life she leads.  Pretends to be in college when really?  Hope stopped attending classes by week six of a medical program not because she wasn’t able to handle it but because she was bored.

Hope MIGHT know of Sam and Dean,  she might think they are cool from the bits of information like they are hunters,  they have a little book,  and have witnessed things that she wants to see.  She doesn’t know personal bits or anything besides that Dean seems to be the pain in the ass and Sam is the softer one in her opinion.  

Since the ROADHOUSE burnt down  (before her time),  Hope has since offered up an alternative option that she owns but stays in the back listening in and just trying to live in the thrill when she can.

The Mikaelson family is a MYTH,  A LEGEND therefore no one but a select few know who they are and what they look like.  I want to keep the tone of TVD here with this one.