#kohane is a small wolf

[feral-bird-enjoyer]

vivid bad dogs

[luckyashes-art]

[PJSK Werewolf AU] Took me a hot sec but here's finally the list DSJKHRSDR

Leo/need

Ichika - Werewolf (turned)

Saki - Human (traveling musician w/ L/n)

Honami - Human (part-time house keeper for Kanade)

Shiho - Hunter

More More Jump!

Minori - Hunter

Haruka - Hunter

Airi - Werewolf (natural, former hunter)

Shizuku - Hunter

Vivid BAD SQUAD

Kohane - Werewolf (natural)

An - Hunter

Akito - Hunter

Toya - Hunter

Wonderlands x Showtime

Tsukasa - Hunter

Emu - Werewolf (natural)

Nene - Human (former hunter, storyteller via Kanade’s poetry)

Rui - Human (he love alchemy)

Nightcord at 25:00

Kanade - Werewolf (vague), shut-in poet

Mafuyu - Hunter

Ena - Werewolf (turned)

Mizuki - Human (seamstress)

Extra Bits under the cut !

Nightcord as a unit in this AU are all pen-pals through a mail service that allows for full anonymity between senders and recipients. While never having met in-person, the four of them consider each other to be good friends. Things go awry however when news breaks of not just a search for Ena after she seemingly went missing, but also a hunt for a large and dangerous werewolf that was recently spotted in the city...

Kanade Yoisaki is a poet that publishes her work anonymously under the name K and has garnered quite the following in literary circles. She's a shut-in who lives on the outskirts of a small town, choosing to keep away from other people for reasons she never elaborates on when asked about it. In truth, she's a werewolf who blames herself for the death of her father (her mother was lost to illness when Kanade was still a child).

Mizuki Akiyama is a seamstress in a town close to the city. Secretly works with werewolves to help repair any clothing they may have damaged when they transformed into their wolf forms. Very empathetic to the struggles that werewolves face due to her own personal experiences (while she herself is human, she understands the feeling of being outcast due to something that cannot be changed).

Ena Shinonome is an artist currently making her way through the art academy, seeking to make a career out of painting. Unfortunately, her studies were cut short when she was bitten by a werewolf and subsequently became one herself. Having escaped from the city after her sudden transformation, she now must grapple with the fact that she can't go back to her old life due to her very existence as a werewolf being declared "kill on sight."

Mafuyu Asahina is a werewolf hunter. She graduated at the top of her class at the hunter's academy and is now one of the most well-known hunters in the area due to her proficiency and skill. Has been assigned to track down and kill the large werewolf that was recently seen in the city.

(Written by @biocrafthero, note that these aren't 100% final!)

[lotus-lamps]

pt. 3 of im bored so im gonna post my ao3 works here lmao (yes i AM just going to copy the format)

(ao3 link if you prefer to read it there)

Hold onto your dreams (I won't forget them)

word count: 5.1k | date of creation: 6/22/2024 | status: incomplete, will likely be updated soon | fandom: Project Sekai | relationships: Kohane & her mom, Kohane & An (soon)

synopsis: Kohane's mother leaves to forage for food in the forest. As night falls, Kohane begins to get worried and looks for her mother herself. (fantasy au)

tw: violence, blood, gore, injury, death, & rot. minor mentions of decapitation, insects, vomiting, and nausea.

1. The girl and the wolf

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood." Kohane reads aloud, softly to herself. Her mother leans over and smiles at her, taking a seat next to the little girl.

"That one again? You seem to like this story a lot. Is it your favorite, honey?"

Kohane thinks about it for a moment, but simply ends up shrugging. She likes the story, but she can't help but find it...unsatisfying, in a way. Her mother has two editions of the book: One where the story ends with Little Red Riding Hood getting eaten, and one where both she and her grandmother get saved by a carpenter, who cuts open the wolf's stomach. Kohane wasn't particularly pleased with either telling. She didn't believe that Little Red Riding Hood couldn't tell that her grandmother was replaced by a wolf, so she wasn't fond of the original version. She didn't like the second one either because she also found it unrealistic. She didnt believe that the grandmother could come out unharmed from the wolf's stomach and that the story was resolved so easily. But in the end, Kohane was okay with it, because she believed that Little Red Riding Hood deserved a happily ever after regardless.

Her thoughts get interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach. Her mama laughs gently and smiles at Kohane. "Alright, I'll go forage for food then, we're running a little low. How does rabbit stew sound?"

Kohane nods once, watching her mother pull out her expertly crafted bow and a quiver full of arrows. She slings a bag for hunt over her shoulder and grabs a glowing lantern, temporarily setting the items down on the wooden table to smile at Kohane.

"Wait right here, okay sweetie? Mama'll be back soon with our dinner." She comes over and envelopes Kohane in a warm, tight hug. The little girl lets out a happy giggle, snuggling into her mother's hug. Her mother cups Kohane's face in her hands, kissing both of her cheeks before she gives the little girl a wave and heads out the door. Kohane waves back, kicking her legs eagerly on the wooden stool she sits on.

Kohane waits for a few moments and then peeks out the window on the front door to check if her mother was gone before bounding out the back entrance. Her mother warned Kohane not to go out alone for her own safety, but she allowed the little girl to wander around the small, fenced area of their backyard where they kept the chickens and other livestock, along with their vegetable garden. Her mother used to only grow edible plants, but with enough pleading from Kohane, she gave in and started raising flowers as well. Kohane lugs out a large bucket of water for the plants, scraping it along the ground as she was too weak to lift the whole thing by herself. With some difficulty, she carefully waters all the plants, quickly emptying out the bucket.

Afterwards, she digs out the weeds and feeds the animals in their pens, her favorite part of the gardenwork. Kohane wipes the sweat off her brow and plops down onto the ground with a sigh. Yardwork was quite tiresome for such a small girl, but she was glad to help out her mother in any way she could. Kohane knows how much her mama does and sacrifices for her, so she always tries to repay the favor in any way she could. She lies down on the soft grass, closing her eyes and listening to the sweet songs of the birds. After a few moments of tranquility, Kohane sits up and opens her eyes, looking up into the sky. It was a beautiful sunset unlike any other, a glorious mix of purples, pinks, and oranges surrounding a large, glowing sun just above the horizon. Soft and fluffy clouds paint the sky, and small, shining stars emerge into light. Kohane stares in awe at the stunning scene, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. But when she snaps out of her trance, she was suddenly aware of how late it was. Usually her mama would be home by now, cooking up a hearty meal for both of them. Kohane begins to get worried, fearing for her mother's safety as it got dangerous in the dark. She gets up and considers searching for her mama, but the girl knows that her mother is strong and capable of defending herself, and that Kohane would only be causing more trouble if she goes out by herself.

The little girl sits back down, planning on making a flower crown for the two of them. As none of the flowers in their garden were finished growing, she resorts to picking wildflowers instead, choosing an arrangement of pink, yellow, and white flowers. Sunflowers are Kohane's favorite, but sadly, they don't have enough space to grow them, so instead she waits every week for her mama to bring her to the large sunflower field nearby. It was so tall and vast that the girl felt as if she were swimming through an ocean of golden petals, laughing as she ran between the stalks and brushed her hand across the waxy green leaves. She'd seen someone there once, a long time ago. Kohane had merely stopped to sit down for a moment when she heard a girl's singing ring across the sunflower field. Kohane paused, listening silently to the beautiful music spun by the stranger amongst the golden flowers. Her voice was brilliant and dazzling, her song nostalgic and warm in Kohane heart, a powerful and moving melody that the little girl would remember forever. The stranger's laughter danced across the flowers, sweeter than honey and brighter than the sunflowers that surrounded them, and Kohane found herself laughing with her- Yet the moment Kohane made a sound, the singing and laughter immediately halted, followed by a rustling of leaves and the sound of shoes hitting the dirt. Kohane raced after the footsteps, wanting to both apologize for startling the girl and express her great admiration for her singing. Even so, the sunflower field was a tall and vast maze, and soon Kohane had lost the stranger amidst the sea of gold, only barely catching a glimpse of shimmering black hair whisked into the rows of flowers. Kohane never saw her again. It was a sad thought, she supposed, but also a bittersweet memory. Kohane hums the same song softly as she works, wanting to keep the melody forever in her heart. Even if she would never see the stranger again, Kohane was glad to have heard her once, the vivid voice of an unseen girl whose songs were homesick and radiant. Though she doesn't think much of her own singing, Kohane notices the birds chirping along with her and smiles to herself before her eyes get caught on a particularly beautiful blue flower. When she reaches over to inspect it, she realizes that it is her mother's favorite. Forget me not, she thinks to herself, remembering what her mama told her when she first asked.

"Quite a unique name, isn't it?" Her mother asked.  Kohane nodded. "It reminds me of the important people in my life. Like you, sweetie. I'll never forget you," she said, wrapping her arms around Kohane in a warm embrace. Kohane hugged back with a giggle. I'll never forget you either, mama.

The girl gently picks up the flower and adds it to the flower crowns. Kohane promised never to forget her mother, but she couldn't say the same about her father. He was gone soon after Kohane was born, and what little she knew about him came entirely from what her mother told her. When the little girl asked where he was, her mother just smiled sadly at her and said that he was in a place far, far away. Kohane read enough fairy tales to know that it meant her father was dead. Even if her mother doesn't talk about him often, the little girl knew how much her mother missed him. Kohane missed her father too, even if she never knew him. Eager to forget about her sad thoughts, she looks at her work and smiles at herself, proud of the pretty little crowns she made for the two of them.

It was even darker now though, the sky a mix of deep blacks and blues, sprinkled with thousands of glittering, golden stars. It was a beautiful sight, but it only furthered her concern about her mother's safety. Her mama had never been out for this long in the dark before. Kohane knew that it was dangerous for her to go into the wilderness alone, but she was afraid that she'd be too late if she waited any longer. She clutches the flower crowns in her small hands and goes back inside, searching for some items to bring before she goes out into the forest. Kohane pulls out a dusty and rarely used lantern, taking out a match and lighting it up. The girl stashes a sharp knife to cut down any obstacles and a basket of berries in case either of them got hungry and to mark her path. Breathing in, she bounds out the front door and into the thick, lush forest, holding the bright lantern up in the air.

Kohane dips her hand into the basket, gathering a few berries and crushing them in her spare hand, smearing the blood red jam onto the bark of a tree. She continues along into the forest leaving berry juice on the trees, marking each one she comes across to create a path she could follow on the way back. It was eerily silent, and Kohane would be lying if she said she wasn't terrified. She picks up the pace, grateful for the moonlight that peeks through the thick leaves of the trees. It brought a stable source of light to make up for her hands that shook so much that she feared she would drop the lantern and be left shrouded in the darkness. Every small movement and sound sent her jumping into the air with fear as she shivered in the darkness. Kohane was just about to call out for her mother's name when she hears a blood curdling scream. The girl goes still with shock, temporarily frozen until she comes back to her senses, running toward the source of the sound. It was no doubt her mother. She prays that her mama wasn't in trouble. Her breathing becomes labored, losing breath as she sprints through the sharp brambles before she makes her way into a moonlit clearing. She stills.

Kohane lets out a shrill, agonized shriek.

Her mother's corpse is on the ground, headless. Blood pools on the grass beneath her, staining the once green grass a deep, hideous red. A monstrous, silver wolf looms above the body, chewing on the gory gash of her severed neck, the vile sound of chunks of flesh being torn apart between sharp teeth. The creature notices the little girl, baring its blood stained fangs at her, eyes feral and unhinged, thick blood dripping down its chin. Kohane let out a choked sob, swallowing bile.

She's dead. Her mother is dead.

The wolf's claws dig into the ground, preparing to lunge. Kohane's feet were planted into the ground, but somehow, with miraculous, sheer will, she just barely dives out of the way. The wolf's mouth just barely grazes her skin, shredding through the edges of her sleeves. It sneers, spitting out the fabric onto the ground and preparing to lunge again.

She's going to die. Kohane is going to die.

Her ears are ringing, heart beating faster than her ragged, hyperventilated breaths. She feels like everything is slowing down, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Kohane fumbles with something, anything, until her hand reaches the lantern, still shining bright in the darkness. She had dropped it in the heat of the moment, and the thick metal framing allowed it to survive the fall. She grabs onto it and does the first thing she can think of, hurling it with as much force as she can and landing a hard hit on the wolf. The glass shatters on impact and pierces the animal's skin, making it shriek in agony. The flame of the lamp catches onto the wolf's silver fur, and it bashes its face on the dirt in an attempt to put it out, only causing the glass to get dug further into the creature's fur. It flails around wildly, letting out pained howls until the fire goes out, leaving a hideous, charred scar on the side of the wolf's face that still gushes fresh blood from the wounds.

Kohane uses the distraction as an opportunity to fish out the knife she kept in the pocket of her apron, gripping it tightly with two shaky hands. She sucks in a large breath and holds the knife high above her head, driving it deep into the creature's heart. The wolf lets out a ear piercing shriek, clawing wildly at the girl, its claws scratching at her arms. Kohane ignores the pain, wringing out the knife and stabbing it over and over again in a frenzied rage. Soon the animal no longer fights back, going limp with the plague of death. Kohane does not care. She continues to stab over and over and over and over again, turning the body into an unrecognizable, mutilated corpse. Blood gushes out of the carcass, staining Kohane's clothes and painting her arms and face a dark red. The creature's organs spill out onto the grass, creating a disgusting, vomit inducing squelch every time the knife comes into contact with the soft pink flesh. Kohane does not care. She maims the hideous carcass until she is too weak to lift her arms up again. She pulls out the knife a final time, the weapons and her arms drenched in viscous, rotten, blood.

It's dead. The monster is dead.

Kohane does not care.

Does she?

Her legs give in, and she collapses onto the ground with an agonized scream, vomiting onto the bloody grass. Kohane begins to sob hysterically, choking on her never ending tears as she digs her hands into the dirt, the sounds of her miserable cries filling the air.

Her mother is dead. The monster is dead.

Kohane is not dead. She is not going to die.

She almost wishes that she did.

...

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood, but everyone called her Kohane Azusawa.

Where is her happily ever after?

2. Take two.

Kohane collapses onto the cottage floor in a bloody mess. She manages to collect herself after the mortifying scene, dragging herself back home through the thick forest. She wanted to bring her mother home as well, but Kohane was too weak to pick her up, and if she had to look at the decapitated corpse for any longer, she would probably vomit and pass out again. Luckily, Kohane's screaming didn't draw the attention of any other creatures in the forest, for if anything did find her, she would surely just give up and allow herself to be killed. She returns empty handed, for holding the knife makes her feel terribly sick and she couldnt be bothered to bring anything else back. Only her mother truly mattered.

Kohane looks at her dirty hands, a vile mix of the wolf's blood and her own from the wounds on her arms. She couldn't stand the stench, the foul smell of blood and guts that only recreates the image of her dead mother in her head. With what little energy she has left, she pushes herself up and picks up some clean clothing before trudging out the door towards the riverside. Under any other circumstances, she would find the scene immensely gorgeous, with the cold blue moonlight shining onto the still water and thousands of glimmering stars dotting the night sky, but Kohane was far too distracted to be enamored by nature's beauty. She discards her bloody clothing and sinks into the freezing water, barely affected by the temperature. As she scrubs weakly at the blood on her arms, she stares down at her reflection in the dark water. Her eyes are large and empty, her face vacant and expressionless, smeared with stains of blood. She should feel something. Kohane should feel something, but she doesn't feel anything at all. Her throat feels tight and tears bubble in the corner of her eyes before streaming down her dirty face, but her expression remains emotionless. Kohane is terrified. She is enraged and heartbroken and utterly distraught. She is disgusted and shocked beyond comprehension and completely traumatized, but her face remains unchanging. Why isn't it changing? She clenches her fist, and with a shout of rage she drives her hand angrily through the water, breaking up the reflection with a loud splash as waves of water ripple away from her.

Breathe. In, out.

Kohane collects herself, submerging herself completely in the freezing water for a few moments. The coldness is calming, and Kohane is tempted to stay there forever.

Breathe. In, out.

She swims back up to the surface and scrubs at her face and limbs, getting rid of the foul blood and ignoring the wounds on her arms. The redness of the fluid dissipates in the cold, river water.

Breathe. In, out.

She pulls herself out, shaking off the water and reaching for her towel. Kohane wipes at her body almost violently, drying herself quickly. She slips on her clean clothes and eyes the battered and bloody old ones.

Breathe. In, out.

Unsure what to do with the unusable clothing, she simply dumps it into the water, stabbing a stick through the cloth and into the dirt shore of the river to keep it from floating away. Kohane would return for it another day. She doubts that day will come anytime soon.

Breathe. In, out.

She silently trudges back home, opening the door to an equally silent cottage. What once felt cozy is now suffocating. The house is quiet and empty, without a single sign of life. The sweet laughter of her mother, the warm smell of her cooking, her soft lullabies, and her gentle smile are all gone.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe.

In, out.

Kohane no longer worries about feeling nothing. She just barely avoids breaking into tears again, sucking in a sharp breath and releasing it slowly. She collapses onto the floor again, hugging herself tightly.

Breathe. In, out.

It will be okay. Everything will be okay.

Kohane drifts into heavy, dreamless sleep.

She awakes to the warmth of sunlight and sweet birdsong, though it does nothing to comfort the longing, painful ache in her heart.

Her stomach growls. She should eat, but she just feels sick. She's afraid that she'll just end up vomiting out the food. But Kohane has to eat something, or she'll be too weak to do anything at all. She pushes herself up again and rummages around for food. She works up the energy to make an easy sandwich out of some bread and a few slices of cheese and ham. There is little food left, and Kohane knows that she will have to either start rationing or go out and forage for herself. Even so, she wishes her mother could have just made a simple dinner and waited for morning to gather food. Kohane would gladly take any severity of hunger for a mother who is alive and well. Chewing idly on her food, she tries to distract herself by the gentle scenery outside to avoid truly tasting it, feeling its filthy textures between her teeth and being reminded of the gory scene the day before. She goes out into the garden and buries herself in the work, pushing out any thought of her dead mother. If she tries hard enough, she can simply pretend that her mama was still out foraging, and that Kohane was merely playing in the yard and awaiting her return. It was easy to forget. Too easy. The truth hadn't fully dawned the little girl. She was still in deep denial, and she refused to believe that her mother was truly gone. Still, Kohane had witnessed her mama's death before her very own eyes, and the sickly sight was hard to get rid of. The scene replayed over and over again in her head: her mother's decapitated corpse, the wolf's bloody body, organs spilling onto the grass. Driving the knife into the creature's heart, the sound of her own screams.

Breathe.

In...

...

...

The day passes by in a blur. She doesn't remember anything anymore. She won't remember anything for a long time.

...

Breathe. Keep breathing. Keep breathing. Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

In, out.

-

Kohane finds herself in the forest again, dragging her feet aimlessly-no, lifelessly- through the thick pines. She has a reason for being there.

Night approaches, the setting sun casting a piercing golden glow onto the endless rows of trees. It forms sharp, harsh shadows that seem to stretch on for miles on end, only thin slits of sunlight cutting through the vast darkness.

Kohane trudges forward, impassively following the smears of berries on the trees, handprints the color of blood dragged across the rough bark. She has business to finish.

Kohane is not strong enough to lift her mother, but it's not like she has a choice. It would be improper, distasteful, to bury her mother in the blood stained grass where her very head was torn apart. Kohane would drag her mother's corpse back to the garden, even if the remains were filthy with rot and reeked of decay, the blood a nauseating brown and the body littered with maggots.

It would not matter.

The wolf's carcass would be there too, rotting beside her mother's corpse. How disrespectful. Kohane hopes that the flies tear its body apart.

She makes it to the forest clearing once more, standing before the piles of flesh that decorates the ground. The cold, sharp moonlight shines on the mutilated corpses like a glaring white spotlight. Kohane is reaching toward her mother's decapitated body when she hears a rustle amongst the leaves. She stills, eyes widening and the hair on her arms rising as she jumps into a defensive stance, nearly hissing like a feral wolf. Her arm fumbles around wildly for the kitchen knife and she finally gets ahold of it, handle still stained with blood. She hides herself within the protection of the thick bushes, the foliage dense enough to secluded her entire body. The source of the sound dashes through the shadows as if it were part of the darkness itself, snaking between the endless maze of trees. Kohane catches a glint of moonlight shining on its narrowed eyes. She grips the knife tighter, its weight a comfort in her trembling hands. But she is not afraid anymore. She aims the knife carefully and precisely, with a steady and unnerving accuracy. Kohane has killed something once. She'll do it again.

Right?

Suddenly, the creature emerges from hiding and leaps into the clearing, and Kohane snaps into position, poised to strike into the heart. Its teeth are yellow and bared as it snarls viciously like a ferocious predator, sharp and dirty claws digging into the dirt with silver fur standing up on its back and-

Kohane pauses.

It is a young wolf, a small one with short, shiny fur and large beady eyes. Its posture is hunched and timid, the frightened creature shrinking in on itself as it steps toward the bodies. It lets out a nearly inaudible whimper, fear and distraught clear in its shocked eyes. The animal looks small and fragile as it nudges its head on the lifeless carcass, as if desperately pleading the creature to wake up once more, for the dead wolf to take another breath, to feel the solemn beating of the heart and the warmth of an embrace.

A mother's embrace.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-

Kohane struggles to breathe. Her breath comes in heavy and erratic hitches, as if her very lungs were being compressed and torn apart. No, no, no, no, no, that's not right at all. The wolf she killed is not- was not a mother. It's not Kohane's fault, it never was, and it never will be. She was simply acting in self defense. Kohane would have been killed if she didn't act first. Only the strongest survive, after all. How could she have known? How could she have known that that very wolf was as much of a mother as her own, one with a helpless child just like Kohane and- No, that's not right at all. It's just a stupid animal, inferior to human beings. It doesn't need love, doesn't deserve the care and affection and- but how could it have known, either? How could it have known that Kohane's mother had a child who loved her, a child who would be unthinkably hurt by the loss and death of- and what if the wolf was simply protecting its own child, just like how Kohane only killed the creature to save her own life and avenge her mother, and- no. No, no, no, no, of course not. There is no nuance to the situation. It is clear that Kohane is not, and will never be, the villain. She is no hero, but she has always been and always will be the protagonist. No matter how you frame it, how you view or approach it, the answer is as simple as that. It is not her fault, and she is not to blame. What a stupid thought that would be! It was just a stupid, vicious, bloodthirsty animal. It attacked and killed Kohane's mother first. Nothing else could have happened, no information missing or untold. That is all there is to it. It was an inferior, subhuman, and mindless creature undeserving of compassion. But if not for her human skin and bones, how was Kohane any more of a human being? What defines a human? The heart or the mind? Does humanity come from kindness and empathy or intelligence and sophistication? And why is it that someone who is barbaric, animalistic, cruel, and heartless can still be called a human being?

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-

Kohane chokes on her own, unsteady breathing. Her lungs gasp for air, clawing wildly in her airway as she begins to hyperventilate, her breath getting louder and quicker and panicked and-

Snap.

The wolf's eyes lock onto Kohane. For a moment, it still looks like small and frightened, like a child just like Kohane: scared and alone. But then it's eyes sharpen into a thin slit, hostile and accusatory, as if it was saying: you did this. YOU did this.

And she did. Kohane did.

It doesn't mean anything. It will never mean anything. No matter what, Kohane will always be Little Red Riding Hood, the innocent and harmless little girl who could never do any wrong, because how could she? She'll always be the unblamable victim of the situation, no matter how blurry and warped the eyeglass must be.

She breathes. In, out.

The small wolf snarls hysterically at Kohane, lunging at her violently. Kohane grips the weapon close to her heart, its shining, blood coated blade aimed at the small creature.

Breathe. In, out.

The wolf's claws reach for her face, but Kohane lifts up her arms to block the slash. It grabs wildly at her face and arms, leaving bloody red marks on her pale, already wounded skin. She pays it no mind, reaching with her other hand to twist the creature off, flinging it onto the ground.

Kohane kill this one too, just like the last one, just like she's supposed to. She won't feel any remorse, any regret. She won't feel anything at all. And it wouldn't matter, because it deserved to die. It won't matter because IT doesn't matter. And that's all that there will be to the story.

In one fell blow, Kohane drives the knife into the wolf's heart.

Die.

The creature lets out an ear splitting shriek, so shrill and pained that Kohane nearly flinches back, but she is stands stiller than a statue as if her body was sculpted to be poised in this position, knife permanently carved to be part of her figure, held between her hands.

Die.

The small wolf writhes painfully and flails its limbs wildly, but Kohane's sculpted stone arms keep it struggling in place. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly, but the creature's howls only become louder in her ears, its sound reverberating and echoing throughout the empty, cold forest.

Breathe. In, out.

Die.

The wolf's claws continue to flail weakly, its arms flinging uselessly at Kohane's face. Kohane harbors no reaction, twisting the knife further into the creature's chest, watching it let out another shrill but noticeably weaker scream as blood gushes out of the wound. She is tempted to make the cruel motion again, to watch as it thrashes in pain and cries for help.

Die. Die. Die.

The small wolf begins to lose energy, its body starting to go limp and puppet like in Kohane's iron grip. After one more fruitless swing in the air, the creature's arm dangles uselessly and falls to the ground, laying lifelessly on the dirt. The wolf goes silent as its body stills, trapped by the press of the girl's bloody knife.

Die.

With one final, fleeting breath, the wolf is dead for good.

Kohane pushes the carcass off of her knife, piles of guts and gore following with it, landing in a rotten heap on the tainted forest floor. Fresh blood pools around the corpse, oozing from the open wound and covering the wolf's once silver fur in a shining red blanket.

Blood drips down Kohane's arm, the viscous fluid staining her already dirtied sleeves and dress. Some of the red liquid makes it to her face, framing her vacant expression and dark eyes. The knife is heavy in her hands, its weight sinking down on her, threatening to drag her deeper and deeper until she becomes the one to flail her arms wildly and scratch at the air.

She stares at the dead wolf, laying as a lifeless heap of skin and bones next to its decaying mother. Maggots and flies surround the stinking carcass and eager attack the newly fallen wolf, the insects eating and buzzing hungrily at its exposed organs, the scent of flesh and rot filling the once fresh forest air.

Bile rises up Kohane's throat. She swallows it back down, tasting the acid on the back of her tongue.

Kohane wonders if she was supposed to end up like that, an unrecognizable mass of meat and filth decomposing beside her mother's similarly decaying corpse, the one that still lays there headless and bloody and cold and rotting and human and-

Kohane throws up onto the fresh green grass for the second night in a row.

that's it for now, thanks for reading :)

fic was last updated on 1/29/2025, will likely receive an update soon. (i wrote this entire fic on my notes app lmao it depends on how often im stuck in no wifi situations)

[sleep-deprived-luka]

If all the pjsk characters where animals what do you think they would be

Oh my brain tends to waver in all different directions, so here's current *looks at time* 3-4 am Zondes takes

Ichika: Wolfdog in a way. She gives me abandoned oupy vibes. Maybe Wolf au also played a part

Saki: Golden retriever, I'm taking that from Corv with no semblance of shame. Saki is Dogcoded, her twintails are big floppy ears and you can squish her face

Honami: I can see her as multiple things really. Anything big and gentle, but the first thought is bear (although a small voice in me says bears are loners so that couldn't work so maybe reindeer?)

Shiho: Arctic fox I suppose? There aren't many Shiho animals in my brain, except ig canon bnuy Shiho (very valid) and shoebill Shiho (which I very like) . I'm still more or less indecisive and assign based on vibes, setting and au theme.

Minori: Another dogcoded girl for me, she got that dawg in her. Definitely a mut, idk what mix though. I do sometimes gravitate to otter or hummingbird☝️

Haruka: Easy penguin, but Wolf au rewired my brain to think falcon. Specifically because a fairytale I read for reference had a guy collect multiple unique things to lift a curse or something (3am brain) and the first one was the blue falcon, then the white lightsword, the golden horse and lastly the princess of France (which I jokingly call Minori pfahaha). I gave au Haruka a falcon because of that and heavily associated it with her (also falcon fits her personality imo)

Airi: Once again Wolf au bias, she in my eyes is a lynx. Maybe severe brainrot has influenced me, but lynx fits her well. It's a feline, it's said to be observant and knowledgeable of humanity, but isn't part of it (I connect this with main story Airi and her idolhood + it's also Wolfs themes) fwuffy paws☝️....Yeah I rest that case

Shizuku: Snowy owl. I want to draw wof au Shizuku with snowy owls, gog au Shizuku is a snowy owl, Wolf au...nah there she is connected to hares, so except that, heavily see her as a snowy owl. Additionally, Owls are very pretty and seem intelligent, but are really dense in reality, so that fits. (Although Sega does give us a good Shizuanimal with swans)

Kohane: Call me lazy, but hamster. Things are speaking for snake and I would actually love some snake!kohane in the world (looks at mirror with big beady eyes) still hamster is the kohammy animal. Hamster and/or sheep.... yesh

An: Another Wolfdog in my eyes (points at a-crowcats-nonsense furry!au) I see her having that dog in her. Although she could also be a dolphin of sorts, many thoughts

Akito: Cat. He's very catcoded and lives in a cardboard box (in my heart)

Toya: Moth is the first thought, maybe because I think he's giving... powdery texture and the base moth I think about is a black and white one. He could also be a snow owl, or a hooded crow... gasp *points at goliath beetle that hangs on my wall* and that

Tsukasa: I initially wrote lion, but then I recall Tsukasa in the Wolf au being connected to deer (in Airis Pov) which I stand more besides. Still his hair could be a banger mane for a lion

Emu: Can I say doggirl? Ig I do put all the energetic girls into the oupy category. Emu is actually just an adjective used to describe energetic animals. Emu kinkaju, emu ferret, emu budgie etc. etc. I see a thing with too much energy and go "just like Emu from my gacha game" she's a dog for me but so much more

Nene: My first impression on Nene was "Her hair makes her look like a pathetic dog"... yes this is another dog girl for me. But she can also be Emus anxious cheetah to her overly social dog.

Rui: I could say platypus, but I see Rui more as a bird. Likely an owl of sorts (I am suspecting a gog au bias) Although a manewolf would work aswell

Kanade: *fighting the urge to say dog* snake... or deer. She's giving "animal who has to be put down" but also "emotional support animal that also needs emotional support" I see a dog, but I'm not brave enough to declare the ninth doggirl

Mafuyu: Jellyfish I suppose. I do associate Mafuyu with many things, yet jellyfish is the most concrete. Probably because of her aquarium + the kitchen lamp resembling a jellyfish + wof au. I do think more of her as tangled in one as really one, but the thought... maybe octopus aswell

Ena: Cat or wolf (Wolf au bias for the latter). She is giving more of a cat though so I settle with Ena hissing and batting at people (Mizuki)

Mizuki: Cuckoo, because of Wolf au bias, but cat in my heart. Cuckoo is just because it dabbles in ugly duckling themes, something something your body is betraying you (which only works in a au setting though, since there she's also a changeling which makes the connection clearer) Cat fits better with canon Mizuki, so my final say is cat, or feline of any kind.

[werewolf-kohane-official]

hiii its richie

pov: this small ass thing who fits in the palm of your hands turn into a wolf the size of a small horse to Beat your a ss

also she's like a new werewolf probably. transfem kohane also bc :]

[lone-sheep-kohane-official]

{ Kohane doesn't like the implication that the wolf had to "get used to" being electric shocked. She looks away until he then introduces himself. She looks a little surprised before smiling and giving him a small nod }

i'm kohane... sorry if i'm ever a burden to you. i'm not really strong.... or brave... or anything like that.

[In the darkness of a large metal crate, a low growl sounds as the crate itself shakes with the force of something pounding against the wall. The guards holding it flinch, having to scramble not to drop it on the way to the destination.]

geez… you sure this one’s worth it? pain in the ass…

not my decision to make. boss wants to see what he’ll do. besides, ‘s not like he can bite us anyway.

[The first guard shivers, but drops the subject. It doesn’t take long for them to reach where they’re going.]

…a sheep? that doesn’t feel a little cruel to you…?

toughen up, it’s for science.

[Once again, the first guard drops the subject as a loud buzzer sounds and the gate to the inside “arena” (a somewhat spacious metal cage with viewing areas surrounding it) opens. The guards shove the crate through the opening, before flipping the switch to open it.

Immediately stumbling out is another hybrid. A wolf with orange hair and fur, tail standing tall and alert, ears pinned back. He’s wearing the same outfit as the rest of the prisoners, just colored red and complete with a muzzle. His eyes lock onto the other hybrid in the area, growling once more.]

…what the hell are they doing…

- @trapped-wolf-akito-official

{ Kohane has felt terrified ever since being taken away from An, and now she's being monitored in a metal cage that she didn't understand the purpose of. That is until another crate is pushed through the opening and the hybrid inside crawls out }

{ The wolf's eyes lock onto her and she immediately takes a step back. He looked aggressive and dangerous as he growled at her. He was muzzled but Kohane is sure he has other ways of hurting her. She can't help but be terrified as she stood there, realizing that they must have put her to see her be ripped to shreds. After all, what else would a wolf do when locked in with a defenseless sheep? }

please... i don't want to die...

{ If only An was here... }

[theaddictedwatcher]

Hello everyone!

I am very sorry for the delay of this article. I’m in an college exam period and sadly it doesn’t allow me enough time to write my articles. This week I am here to talk to you about a show that, for a change, is not a detective story but a sit-com. It is nearly as old as I am but I loved it the first time I saw it nearly 10 years ago on French television and I was glad when it was announced last year that we would get a new season that I am currently watching and loving. I am talking about Will & Grace.

So as usual, a short summary : Grace Adler -a interior designer- has no other choice but to move in with her gay best-friend after fleeing her own wedding. Will Truman -a business lawyer- doesn’t want to abandon his best friend but is scared their differences will make their cohabitation difficult. However, he lets her move in with him and they both witness their lives being turned inside out by the other’s interferences.

And also a brief technical presentation:

- Created by: David Kohan and Max Mutchnick.

- Music by: Jonathan Wolf.

- Main cast: Debra Messing, Eric McCormack, Megan Mullally, Sean Hayes, Shelley Morrison.

It is not going to be a very long article because I do not have much time to write it but as usual, I’m open for discussions, either you agree with me or not. I might however put a few spoilers in the article so I’m sorry if this bothers you. Just know that they are not major spoilers and that they will not change the way you’ll dive into the story.

I will start by the cohesion of the cast and the depiction of the main characters. Brief and possibly stereotyped portraits of the four main characters:

- Grace: Interior designer. Straight. Control freak. Loves to win. Loves food. Neurotic. Wants to find great love.

- Will: Business lawyer. Gay. Obsessive cleaner. Patient. Compassionate. Tolerant.

- Karen: Grace’s assistant. Straight. Rich thanks to her wedding. Alcoholic. Self-medicate. Carefree. Wild-spirited.

- Jack: Often change jobs. Gay. Confident. Free-spirited. Fleeting lover.

I really love the close relationships between all the characters -even the ones who at first did not like each other very much. Grace and Will met at Columbia University and never left each other’s side from then on. While in college, Will also met his first gay friend, Jack, who’s been in his life ever since. When Grace started Grace Adler Designs, she hired Karen to be her assistant and their relationship evolved from there. The four of them somewhat form a kind of small family, always there for each other and, most importantly, they love each other despite acknowledging each others flaws. I really love this aspect of the show because, to me, it is what friendship should be all about. Moreover, the two male characters -portrayed by Eric McCormack and Sean Hayes- are gay, they are best friends and no, they do not become a couple. They are best friends and that’s just that. They have been said to represent a very stereotyped image of gay men –mannered, inclination for clothing, loud...- and it was initially seen as a downside for the show. However, I believe that it was not intended to be felt as a lack of respect for anyone or make fun of gay people, it was just to increase the comical aspect of some scenes of the show. For example -and this is one in many, there are several times in the show where Will gives Grace much appreciated advice on what to wear and it gives way for both a blunt friend’s advice as well as a male perspective on the outfit. It is not because he is gay that he cannot realize what suits his best friend and what doesn’t advantage her. We can see that situation being reversed on a couple of occasions and I believe that it was done so not to say that “gay men” and women share the same love for clothes but rather to show that, no matter your sex or sexual orientation, you can give one of your friends’ clothing advice if they ask for it. In addition, the show was also really important -and it still is- because it gave visibility to the LGBT community which was -and still is- not represented enough.

I also really like the two girl’s and the two boys’ relationship to each other -Grace/Karen and Will/Jack. They have very different personalities and complete one another which is nice to see -though most people know that you don’t have to be the exact copy of someone for you to get along. However, the relations that appeal the most to me are the ones between men and women that is to say Will/Grace and Jack/Karen. Both couples are extremely close and -especially Grace and Will- barely manage to live without the other one. Their adventures always brings them together at some point and they always end up closer than they previously were. I love this sense that nothing can break them apart, no matter what obstacle or conflict they face, they will strive because they are together and that makes them stronger.

Moving on quickly, I just want to briefly mention the format of the show. Being a sit-com, the format of the show is composed of twenty-minutes episodes so it makes them quite easy to catch up or even to use them to fill-in while waiting for the train/bus or else. Personally, I like to watch at least one episode before going to bed as it allows me to fully relax and let go of my day’s trouble and stress. They make me laugh and change my mind from all the trouble that may have happened during my day and at the same time unknowingly sometimes make me reflect on current society issues (i.e. the web episode about the US Presidential election in 2016, the naturalization of foreigners, gay marriage...).

I believe I have more or less said everything I had to say about this amazing show so I will leave you now but don’t hesitate to come and talk to me about anything I wrote or even about a show you would like me to write upon.

Love you all,

Kisses,

Eli.