#moonpains

[howlonwheels]

closed starter for @moonpains when/where: morning, anywhere

He ain't her pack. She owes him nothing. But still, Arleen can't help but feel a scratch of guilt in her chest like a flea -- last time she didn't help one of her fellow true wolves, she had to turn tail and leave Kansas all together. Doesn't help much that Eventide has a meek, unsteady alpha unable to keep their fellow beasts in check. It's a mixed pack, but Arleen will extend a courtesy just this once. Until a weaker-willed wolf goes off and makes an abomination -- but even true wolves could be made to heel.

She doesn't admittedly know much about this August, but she knows enough to say that a string of animal attacks all come back to one of their kind. And she knows it ain't Warwick running wild, nor bellies-up Harford. And it doesn't have the mutt stink of Cerberus on it. But Arleen knows enough to be careful because any cornered animal would bite back, no matter if they shared fur and fangs in the light of the moon.

"'Scuse me, are you August Choi?" She approaches without a badge. This isn't police business, not this time. This is wolf to wolf. "My name's Arleen Bailey. Warwick. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look... tired. Everything alright there?"

[oz--saffet]

( @moonpains )

It's just not a good night. That's what Oz keeps telling himself, convinces himself, as he sits outside in the darkness. A bench, on the outskirts of town, and a cigarette. He can't sleep and the open air is better than the stifling inside of his place. Maybe there's too much on his mind. Maybe it's the phantom pains, the pins and needles in his legs and feet from walking himself around on his forearm crutches for the past hour. It could be many things that keep him restless.

Maybe it's the loss of control. Those old marks now faded, ripped apart by claws. Powers, gone. The things that used to keep him sleeping easy at night are gone, and now his brain jumps from subject to subject. Person to person.

He feels the presence of another, but it's dark. Just some kind of flash of light... like how a flashlight or street lamp might catch on someone's eyes. Oz says nothing, but shifts slightly on the bench as he hears something. Rustling. And the witch feels for his pocket, where a knife is usually stored.

[veramontgomery]

Would Vera rather stay in her pack under a tyrant alpha or be a lone wolf?

'Would you rather? '

IF VERA THOUGHT OF HER ALPHA AS A TYRANT, she wouldn't follow them. She would leave the pack and become a lone wolf without hesitation. Her pack may take a lot of priority in itself and have a sense of feeling part of something but not when it comes to her principles. Her loyalty to the Warwick's has a deep connection with her because of her family's history with them, but they do not define everything as far as who she is as a person (or wolf).

[diamondfeng]

There's a moment of missed communication -- Dani is no stranger to the mostly sarcastic drawls of, "No hablo ingles," from individuals who walk away a lot faster when Dani tells them that she has pamphlets in Spanish too. But this seems genuine, and the young woman wants to do her best to make the stranger feel at ease, even if she doesn't speak his language. It's not Mandarin, so she has a moment of pause trying to place it as the stranger repeats himself in English.

"Oh, no worries," she says, waving a hand. He looks tired, a little distracted, and the sort of person who would probably rather keep walking anyways. Dani wants to make this as painless as possible, so she shuffles through her mental Rolodex of practiced lines and opts for the Sparknotes version.

"I'm just trying to make people aware of our upcoming local election. If you're not already registered to vote, and you're eligible, I've got information about how to sign up, and resources on the candidates and measures on the ballot. It's pretty easy, but there is no pressure. I believe it's important for everyone to have a voice in the community."

He’s on his way to the cafe he usually spends his afternoons writing and researching, creating new articles for his webzine, animating for an eye account of the creatures he is exposing while conveying the guise of mystery and fantasy as a way to keep his world a secret, while objectively laying it out in the open. Hidden in plain sight. His body aches and he feels that deep rooted exhaustion that has been plaguing him for far too long now. He knows he needs to talk to someone and bring up his concerns over waking up bruised and naked in different places that he certainly hadn’t been the night before. Right now though he just wants to get to his destination, sit down, maybe get a tea, and forget that anything unusual has been happening to him. That trek is put on pause though as he is approached, the words fly out of her mouth, clear and concise, but with a speed that tells him he isn’t the first person she’s approached.

It’s a little overwhelming and he looks down at the pamphlet in her hand with a bit of a question in his eyes as they track back up to her face. “Excuse me?” he asks, blushing a moment later when he realizes the slip into his native language, it seems rude, and even if it would confuse her enough to make her leave he can’t be so rude probably. He adjusts the strap of his laptop bag further on his shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you were saying.” he lets out, voice soft, feeling awkward with conversing with a random woman in the park and at having only caught a partial explanation of what she was asking him. He knows she asked about registering and voting, isn’t sure how to broach the subject that as of right now he is only here on a visa. That she might as well be wasting her time speaking to him. “You were asking about voting?” he tests the waters..

[theeeveetamer]

Got accused of "moonwhore, moonipulate, moonsplaining" so I made some Tumblr Badges to celebrate 🥰

[matteolazkano]

where, —  august's home closed  — @moonpains

He couldn't remember much from that night. Memories foggy, drowned in haze — a distant plea, and the look in August's eyes that penetrated his insides, like a sharp knife that kept twisting, and twisting. A nightmare he kept on reliving, without having to close his eyes. The moment he awoke — bare and alone in the woods, Matteo knew the worst had happened. A torn up piece of fabric still clutched in his hand, that had been once in between claws — bloody, and with hair still stuck to it. The beast had ripped it right off the woman he'd killed that night. The stench of blood still lingering in the air, still strong in his nose, as he made his way to August.

That morning, Matteo rushed to his daughter first. Made sure the girl was safe, and knew nothing of what had happened. Wolves of his pack guarded her that night. knew to protect her from her own father. Stop him. Kill him, if they had to.

But August — he was alone, when the wolf faced him. Faint, distant memories of his claws reaching for the younger wolf, tearing through flesh — no, no, no.

Panting, desperate he banged his fist against the other's door, "August — It's me, please —" it wasn't me, this wasn't me — "Please, open the door."

[sunshincwitch]

Closed starter for: @moonpains

Location : August’s front door, mid morning

Chamomile may have started out researching the werewolf curse and how other spells effected it to help the Ryan pack, and Arte specifically, but she had somehow inadvertently become somewhat of an expert on how other spells and cursed effected lycanthropy. So when Arte told her something was going on with August she immediately offered to help, and the next day she was outside her friends door with a bag full of research, and juggling hot coffee abd fresh pastries from Brewed Awakening.

“August, you home?” She called out, bumping her elbow against the door as she did her best not to spill the coffee all over herself.

[copepods]

ah. you have found the rain world sound effects on github. theres lore even in these silly wav files

i find it interesting that theres an early outskirts threat theme in the outskirts folder it sounds very space-y

"moonpain" and "moonprotest" files for listening to lydia esrig yell gibberish into her microphone with 172632 filters on top of it while you eat/grab moon's brain (asmr)

listening to the moon pain files gave me pain in real life why would lydia do that to me

[erichexes]

( @moonpains -- the forest late, middle of the night )

Eric isn't proud of most of his actions in life. Being best friends with a hunter (though she claims not to have friends at all), helping her out whenever she needs it, roaming through the forest in the dark, at night, just to fulfill his interest in potions. What witch even thinks of that? Night-blooming Jasmine, and whatever it's good for, is next on his list.

Unaware of his surroundings -- like he always is, and that even though the rise in hunters and killings of witches should be something that concerns him. He thinks of Anika, when he starts to feel like someone's watching him, takes out his phone to text her, but only reaches a dead end, this late in the night. And then he sees it -- a figure in the dark. And Eric, sadly is not a Bolter. Eric stays, and stares.

"Hello?"

[teaveetamer]

Wait would this make Dimitri angst… moonpain? 🤔

[huntedarte]

They are elbow deep inside the engine of an old diesel truck when August's voice cuts through the clamor and banging and shouting that goes on inside the garage. At first, Arte is startled, unsure why the other wolf would be coming to find them here of all places, unless it was something that couldn't wait.

Greasy coveralls are half on, and they gingerly put back the piece they had been tinkering with before facing their packmate completely. They wipe their hands on a rag hanging from their waistband, but the anguish on August's face and nervousness makes them feel like they are missing a critical part of the story.

"W-wait, go ba-" They rub at their nose swiftly and beckon August to follow them towards the back of the garage. This is pack business, and not everyone is in Eventide. "Start from the beginning. What... what do you mean, hurting p-people?"

For : @huntedarte Location : Palmer and Sons

He’s been attacking people. The constant exhaustion. The lapses in memory. The sleepwalking. He’s hurting people, again and again. A string of attacks that all lead to him. His wolf is hunting the population of Port Liery, he’s killed. Has blood on his hands, and it’s triggering thoughts that have been in his nightmares since the eve of his uprising. He doesn’t know a lot, just what he’s read in articles and what Arleen had informed him. Before she lets it slide. And isn’t that what always happens? He’s always let off the hook. It makes his stomach knot with guilt. He thinks of how much better it would be if he disappeared. If he leaves society, live in the wilderness alone. A rabid animal not fit for contact. He wonders, not for the first time if he should just be put down.

Instead, he finds himself tracking down Arte, his alpha, he knows the redhead is unsure of themself, but hopes maybe they will have a solution on what should be done with him. He’s happy to see that the shop is empty save for the other wolf, his hands dug into his pockets and a grim look in his eyes. He’s ashamed of himself and wonders when he became this monster, when and why his wolf had disconnected. Stepping into the garage his senses are assaulted with motor oil and exhaust, nose crinkling briefly.

“It’s me,” he starts off, loud enough for Arte to hear. “The animal attacks around town, the cop from Warwick approached me, and there have been signs. Arte, I’m hurting people.” it’s abrupt and he hopes it makes sense, because how do you ease into something like this? He’d felt sick every time he caught sight of himself in a reflective surface. He truly was a monster in sheep's clothing.

[veramontgomery]

Would Vera rather have her practicing license revoked or have non-stop joke appointments?

'Would you rather? '

ALTHOUGH JOKING DURING APPOINTMENTS WOULD BE SOMEWHAT INAPPROPRIATE and of course, unprofessional, a minor joke here and there to lighten the mood is not entirely unheard of so long as it didn't risk losing her license. Her job is her life and she takes it very seriously so, having everything she worked so hard for taken from her is not an option she'd be willing to put on the chopping block in any capacity.

[cityofruinrp]

@moonpains

[huntedarte]

They understand why the others like the docks. It was firmly within werewolf territory, the seat of a lot of their power in the city and Arte knows they should at least be more aware of it. The sounds and smells can sometimes get overwhelming. The ocean is vast and wide and never-ending, open in a way that makes them shiver. But in the same way, they can understand why August avoids the woods. Some things just hit too close to home.

Their hands are stuffed deep in the pockets of the cargo shorts they're wearing, and they shake their head as their packmate offers some cookies. Sometimes, it was still weird to have such open access to food. When they'd first gotten to Port Leiry, Arte had indulged in as many of the treats they could remember, and had a stomachache from hell for it. "The dog was cute," they reply, a small goofy smile as they remember the excited animal and the picture they had taken of her. "She came in with her owner when they came in to pick up their car. Her name is Leelo," they explain. "But not too busy. How about you? Have you been here long?"

@huntedarte gets a starter:

They were lost in thought, eyes scanning over the water as they sat on the edge of the dock. They had found this particular spot the most calming. He had tried the woods, but it had left a scratching from within, a whining, the part of himself he pushed deep down. Shifting, beyond the physical pain he’d learned to cope with, held a mental distress he wasn’t sure could ever be healed. Even being around the others could cause an internal distress. Something he would never share. Always wondering who the next person would be to be ravaged if the reigns were loosened in any way.

Slipping another wafer between his lips he chews thoughtfully, can hear Arte’s footsteps as they approach. Once the cookie has been swallowed he turns his head to look up at the redhead. “I saw the newest dog you met, it was cute. Busy day?” they ask. A few people the only ones he’s let get close, but only at arms length. Arte was different though, they felt a certain bond with the other wolf. Almost like they had been meant to meet. And despite everything that told them to run, well they couldn’t help but want to stay, want to help. Holding up the packet they tilt their head. “Want one? They’re chocolate.”

[matteolazkano]

where,  — masquerade ball closed  — @moonpains

A pat fell on his shoulder, with the heaviness and warmth of a father who's just managed to drag their kid out to socialise, for once. And that kid has even managed to put on a suit, Matteo's mouth instantly shaping into a congratulatory smile. "Well done, August!" he let his hand rest for a while.

His other hand was busy with his second drink — something much lighter than he was usually having. "Glad you could make it." he'd continue to say that if the younger wolf phoned a couple of people, he'd surely find a date, but Matteo wasn't good at that talk, and his own dating life was a trainwreck ever since he lost his wife.

"Don't go too hard at the bar, okay?" because they never new, among a crowd like that, who was lurking for a pray. Hard at the bar — that only reminded him to check on Liam too. His next words came out in a lower voice, "We don't know who's out there."

[meintill-blog]

You weren’t part of a real metal head squad growing up unless you had one friend who insisted on being called Moonpain or some shit