#oh also rules for werewolves. kind of.

[gorgynei]

fandom is fun and all but do you ever experience a media and its so good that it occupies your brain in a completely unique way that makes it impossible to be fandom-y about

[sototallynormaliswear]

I really don't care for the "true alpha" thing, and there are plenty of other people's posts about why, but I can't stop thinking about what it does to Scott and his character.

like, seasons one and two he's constantly fighting for NO ONE to be murdered, because he believes that you can't justify it and it's wrong. fair enough. this insistence places him at odds with people he might otherwise get along with, solidifying him as an underdog. even his alliance with Derek is tenuous, as Derek sees murder as necessary to keep people safe and Scott doesn't. but BECAUSE he's an underdog he has to work with the people around him and convince them why they shouldn't kill, he isn't powerful enough to stand on his own.

but in the later seasons.... he doesn't have that??

as the true alpha, his power hinges on him not killing people. while it would be unreasonable to say that his former stance is completely GONE, pessimistic fans (like me, hello hi how's your day) can make the case that he doesn't kill because he would be less powerful if he did, at least in part. it COMPLETELY cuts the teeth off his moral argument, which sucks because the show still has at least twelve more moral arguments left.

hes also completely LOST the underdog angle. he and Derek are finally chill, thankfully, but he's suddenly the most powerful cool guy in the area, the first of his kind in years, with super special powers just for him. about a season before he lost a fight with a guy who had been a werewolf for all of two seconds. and you know how before he had to convince other people to join his side and work with his plan? yeah no now he can just yell at them and they'll do whatever he says, magic rules.

No matter how you feel about season one and two Scott, it's undeniable that he is fighting an uphill battle that just kind of plateaus as of Season Three. and I love season three, but I feel like, if it did happen, it should have been closer to the end of the show

(And for all the talk about the McCall pack being weird and unconventional, they still fall in that same power structure that EVERY PACK EVER falls into. I think it would be more interesting if they didn't and their pack is even MORE of a mess to werewolves. take, for instance, the underlying subplot of seasons 1-3 that Beacon Hills doesn't have an alpha (at least a good one sorry Derek) and is there for ripe for the taking. a big reason that Derek wanted Scott in his pack was that he didn't want to be seen as weak or targeted by hunters, even other werewolves. they don't get along but they HAVE TO or else they straight up DIE. But then in 3A they suddenly have an alpha (at least a good one sorry AGAIN Derek) and that plotline is dropped. they're still being hunted, but that anxiety about being a good enough pack is gone. which is weird, right? wouldn't you want to increase that tension?

imagine if they didn't actually HAVE an alpha. They still consider each other pack, but that's not good enough for anyone but them. especially at the start of season four? no alpha, their former alpha has gone MISSING, they haven't told anyone, they have to go get him but every second any of them is away the more their town is in danger, and oh FUCK our former alpha is a TEENAGER NOW?? AND NOW HES BASICALLY NOT WVEN A WEREWOLF??? not only having to deal with the mercenaries and Kate but also other werewolves trying to nudge into their territory?)

[cto10121]

Twilight Clown Takes—Part 4

What is it about YouTube and its breeding ground for Twilight clownery???? Some of it is very basic clownery, too. Also, the fake outrage on behalf of the Quileutes by engaging in racist interpretations of the text is…something else. Regardless, there I came upon the feast, and so I shall eat.

“The Wolves Are Savage” and Other Racisms

What.

You mean those same books that described the vampires in the same way as beasts, who not only growl and roar and snarl, but literally cannot smell blood without going literally crazy like sharks? The same books that described vampires as almost entirely solitary creatures who don’t usually form covens (because then they would turn against each other in competition for their human prey? The same books that had nothing but evil red-eyed vampires (James, Victoria, the Volturi) until the very last book of the series where we are introduced to sympathetic non-vegetarian vampires (Garrett, the Amazonians, etc.)?

Meanwhile the werewolves keep their reason and intelligence intact while they’re in their wolf forms and do not suffer from bloodlust. Their dangerousness comes from their youth and inexperience in shifting—the oldest of the pack is Sam at 18 and he was literally the first and only one to do it without help.

The books adore the Cullens. But it makes it damn clear that they (and the Denalis) are the exceptions that prove the rule. Otherwise Twilight vampires are sociopathic beasts and, as Edward explicitly said in book one, the Quileutes are right to keep their distance. And no, this wasn’t by accident or ~bad writing. Meyer is deliberate in her framing, as well as her characterization of the wolves.

Tfw your accusation of racism is racist

Bella asked Jacob if he could stop being a werewolf because she mistakenly thought him and his wolf buddies were literally killing people. When she learned otherwise, she was literally, “Oh, no, Jake, I’m fine with you turning into a giant wolf. That doesn’t bother me at all.” (This is near VERBATIM, not even joking). Bella is a monsterfucker, after all. She’s just not into that kind of bestiality.

Tfw your accusation of racism is racist

Yes, because imprinting is something the wolves 100% have control over and it’s something they can reject. There is nothing random about imprinting at all.

Otherwise—once again—the wolves have vastly more control over their wolf forms than the vampires over their thirst (the Cullens and Denalis excepted). And of course, their body counts are close to zero—compare them to the Cullens and Denalis. Only Sam has injured another human and that was by accident. Even the hothead Paul has no kills or injuries, whereas his counterpart Emmett has at least three.

MORMONISM OMG

Because Mormonism is the only religion that values and reveres close family ties. Only Mormonism supports the patriarchal family and believes in the organization of society through the familial unit. Only Mormonism is heteronormative and actively homophobic. No other culture or religion gives a fuck.

(Also, the Prodigal Son??? Literally the most common and basic Biblical allusion ever. Literally every major writer has alluded to it, including Shakespeare. It is not just a Mormon thing, oh God 😭😭😭😭😭😭 This kind of clownery eats itself).

Bella Hate Dumb Round ♾️

Bella turned down Mike and told him explicitly that it would hurt Jessica’s feelings if she went with him to the dance. She did go to La Push with him and her friends and was happy that it was “so easy” to please Mike. She rescued Angela from having to answer Jessica’s annoying questions about Eric by changing the subject. She helped Angela and Jessica find dresses and explicitly enjoyed their girls’ night out in Port Angeles. She had zero opinion on Lauren until she overheard her shit talking Bella (literally) behind her back. She listened to Jessica’s date with Mike and was glad it went all right.

Bella being mean to her friends is clownery so easily debunked—at worst, she is not particularly close to any of them except Angela. If she was reserved or distant with them, it was because she hates any and all attention to herself, period. It was her first day at a new school where everyone knew each other, and was already overwhelmed with introductions and learning her schedule and teachers’s and classmates’s names. The behavior Edward notices in Midnight Sun does not go against her character in Twilight at all and is a continuation of this self-abnegating tendency.

Edward literally went to Italy to get himself killed by the vampire elite and explicitly said that he could not live in a world where Bella did not exist. Before that, he basically admitted that when he wasn’t hunting Victoria he curled up into a ball and let the despair take him. Meanwhile Bella did not consider suicide (though ~just barely) because of Charlie and Renée. After her one week coma period she did make an effort at keeping up appearances, which included getting all A’s even in her weakest subject, Calculus.

It’s disgusting, all right: A male character who cannot live without his woman. What kind of a message is that sending to our poor impressionable boys???!!!!!

Didn’t Edward literally stop murdering child molesters and pedophiles because his conscience got to him that it was, indeed, still murder? And didn’t at least one clown still complain about how Mormon it was of him to care for human life? Now the clowns insist Edward doesn’t care about humans and humanity at all.

Even if Edward did care only about Carlisle’s disappointment, it wasn’t because he considers himself his perfect son. If anything Edward suffers from the same kind of self-esteem issues as Bella—in New Moon, he flatly denies Aro’s praise/assertion that his self-control puts Carlisle to shame. Edward thinks of Carlisle because he loves Carlisle like a father and thinks the world of him. He did save him from permanent death, after all.

[writing-whump]

Unexpected guests

Sick: Matthew, Caretakers: Isaiah + Seline

Summary: Isaiah unexpectedly arrives at Seline's door at night with an injured Matthew. Contains emeto, comfort and some werewolves.

“I’m sorry,” Isaiah said instead of a greeting as Seline opened the door.

Seline blinked, confusion barely taking the edge of irritation at the intrusion. She tolerated Isaiah, because he was well-mannered, controlled and funny. And okay, he was also weirdly friendly for a werewolf, and unsuspectingly cunning and not so obviously a pretty smart guy and she caught herself drawn to the mystery.

But there should not be any real danger of too much involvement. 

But now Isaiah was standing in the hallway at 10 pm, uncharacteristically distraught, bringing uninvited company.

If Isaiah didn’t look anything like a werewolf, then Matthew looked it 100%. The edge of aggression, the constant tension of his muscles as if ready to jump, the density of his shadow, the smell of ash and sulfur around him like too much perfume hanging off of him. His eyes changed colour without control and he liked to posture, and demand submission in the very wolf-like manner that he should, by all means, be way more careful about in the human quarter. 

How he got permission to attend university classes in a majorly human school, she got no idea. Not that he was a very dutiful student. She could be impressed with someone like Isaiah, who fit in seamlessly with humans, and even made them relax around him instead of being afraid or stressed out just by being there. Something Matthew didn’t manage. 

He enjoyed it too much.

So no, Seline wasn’t happy in the least to see the infamous Matthew hanging limply off Isaiah’s shoulder, dark red hair matted and plastered to his way too pasty face by sweat, blood dripping off his arm. His eyes were rolled back.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Isaiah repeated. His medium-long black hair fell in silky straight strands around his face, instead of being slicked back like usual, but he looked fine otherwise in contrast to Matthew’s terrible state.

Seline frowned. “Can’t his shadow take the injuries? Your kind is supposed to heal fast.”

“It’s bleeding too much. Attracts attention all over,” Isaiah said, adjusting his grip on Matthew’s uninjured arm around his neck. 

“Oh great. And your wonderful idea was to bring all those instinct-blinded young wolves right to my door?”

Isaiah sighed and looked away. “It’s the safest place in pack less territory.”

Yes, of course. Shadow wolves loved to fight, needed, and sought out fights often if not entirely regularly. That’s why the city was divided into a wolf and witch-centered districts, and that’s why wolves traveled in packs. So they could protect each other during injuries and emergencies, which usually weren’t serious with that amazing shadow healing ability. But still. 

Matthew couldn’t handle being inside a pack. He would have to submit to someone first and that was not happening even if he wanted to. Isaiah was more complicated. He was known as one of the most powerful shadow wolves in the city. It's not easy to gain such a reputation among young or older wolves. All packs respected him, indicating his power. His academic achievements at a human-packed university and his great tolerance of them indicated his enormous control.

Why Isaiah didn’t want to belong or found his own pack was a mystery. 

But it seemed even the almighty Isaiah couldn’t handle a whole night hunted by blood-smelling wolves with an injured companion. And hers was the best-protected apartment in the neutral quarter. Or lawless quarter as they called it, since no species ruled the district. She would have been safer in her coven’s city part. But then she would have to choose a coven, swear to a bunch of rules and limiting magic practices and she was really not keen on doing any of that. Or she could choose a pack to protect her. Not happening any time soon either.

Isaiah was patiently silent as she weighed the truth of his words, the measure of the risk against her pride in a job well done in her self-crafted protections and that snobby annoying little thing called consciousness gnawing at her at the sight of the dripping blood.

Then she moved aside. “Take the couch.” 

Isaiah nodded and dragged Matthew inside without a hint of hesitation or surprise. Arrogant prick. How could he have known she would let them in?

Even worse, now she would have to share some of her supplies. 

“Are you sure he is worth it? You have no obligations against a wolf without a pack and I’m betting he got into that fight himself,” she grumbled as she brought her first aid kit, bandages, and a basin with water. 

Isaiah didn’t take his eyes off Matthew, sliding him onto the couch in a sitting position and then taking off his torn-up leather jacket to look at the wounded arm. 

Seline sat on the edge of the sofa, wordlessly offering her assistance. 

Isaiah got Matthew out of his blood-splattered shirt and started to clean off the drying blood on Matthew’s arm with a clean cloth. The water in the basin quickly turned red as he worked.

Sitting this close to the pair, Seline noticed the pink traces of scratches along Matthew’s face and neck. So his shadow was taking his injuries alright. There just seemed to be too many and too deep ones in the works to cover all the bases. 

When the skin around the wound looked clean, she held out the disinfectant for him. He smiled slightly at her as he took it. “So, how have you been? I see the decoration of the apartment is progressing.”

Which was a terribly polite way to say half her things weren't packed out and she didn’t figure out how to hang her curtains yet.

She rolled her eyes at his attempt for such a mundane topic. 

“Do you need a bandage for it too?” she asked instead, eyeing Isaiah’s careful but quick hands. He didn’t shake or hesitate once, as if the smell of blood, much stronger for him than her and very much present right now, didn’t affect him at all.

“Wouldn’t hurt, I would say.”

“I didn’t know a shadow wolf could bleed so much,” she admitted, her voice more fascinated than horrified. 

“Under the right circumstances,” he said nonchalantly as if he was used to seeing them every day. “Could you hold it up, please?” He finished wrapping the bandage around Matthew’s biceps and wanted to cut it short. She obediently held the bundle up, standing in the process.

It was at that moment that Matthew opened his eyes.

Yellow flashed in them and a sharp growl echoed through the room as Matthew launched himself in her direction. 

Seline yelped and jumped back, by no means quick enough, if it weren’t for Isaiah tackling Matthew back onto the couch. “Easy, easy. You are safe.”

All good that did him, as Matthew simply snapped in his direction, teeth flashing with that angry animal-sounding growl. Try to explain to an injured wolf he is safe. 

“Get a hold of yourself,” Isaiah commanded, arms still wrapped around Matthew from behind while the redhead struggled in his grip. Isaiah’s voice was quiet and calm, but it had weight behind it. Matthew took a deep breath and slumped against him and the both flopped onto the couch. 

When Matthew opened his eyes next, they weren’t yellow but human dark brown. Not that it eased the deep scowl that settled itself on his face. “Get off me, will you?”

His voice was thick with anger, but he still formulated it as a question. That was the right thing to do when talking to a stronger wolf and showing deference.

Isaiah held still for a second before sliding off behind Matthew, who scanned the room quickly and then fell against the cushions. Sitting position, ready to jump and flee and she noticed how he eyed the windows and entrance, but his arms were sprawled widely around him in an effort to look relaxed. 

“Hello to you too,” Isaiah said, pulling his long black cloak down and fixing the button-up shirt and tie underneath. “Are you in full control now?”

Matthew glared at him. “You bring me to a witch’s house and ask me to be calm?”

“Seline is doing both of us a huge favor by offering her protection.”

“Offering is a strong word-” Seline scoffed, crossing her arms. She kept her distance at the furthest wall from Matthew right next to the exit from the living room. 

"So I would advise extreme gratefulness and courtesy," Isaiah continued as if unaware of her interruption. 

Matthew gave her a glare that suggested everything but that. His eyes were still flashing between brown and yellow and he was staring her down in what she recognized as a wolf's attempt to force her to lower her eyes. She pulled her chin up instead. Wolf etiquette, she knew and resented enough to power through the shiver of fear from his hostility. 

Matthew didn’t open his mouth, but a low growl still escaped him in response. 

Isaiah didn’t look up but sighed. He didn’t expect her to make it easier on them, did he? 

Before anyone could say anything else to escalate the situation, Isaiah stepped between them, facing Matthew. His back was straight and his head held high, hands open and hanging at his sides. A carefully relaxed stance.

“I’m warning you. I won’t let you hurt her.” His voice was perfectly calm. Seline was fascinated by his ability to speak so quietly and still sound so threatening.

Matthew’s growl stopped immediately and he lowered his eyes instead. 

Seline relaxed her shoulders and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Leaning against the wall, she cursed herself for her nervousness and adrenaline. This was normal for wolves. Their interactions were riddled with hierarchies, power struggles, and moment before attack kind of tensions. Only Isaiah’s gentlemanly behavior made her forget that. 

Slowly and consciously she let the tension slither out of her muscles, took a deep breath, and rolled her shoulders back. The worst thing she could do was show obvious signs of fear. Fear she had no reason to feel. This was her apartment, layered with her protections - if she didn’t invite them in, they wouldn’t be even able to cross the threshold of the door.

Matthew’s coughs interrupted her thoughts. He was breathing hard and quick, face suddenly going white. His shadow thickened and closed in around him, rippling with waves like a windy lake. Isaiah crouched beside him, hands hovering but not daring to touch. Touch was a sensitive thing for shadow wolves, especially from those they weren’t close to.

“You can’t let your shadow out now. It’s too upset over your injuries and too tired to heal them right away. It’s ready to fight. Stop it. You are in control. There are no enemies in this room.” There was urgency in Isaiah’s voice, along with a slight hint of command and forced calmness. 

Matthew shut his eyes together, face twisting in a grimace. “I’m trying,” he gritted between his teeth. But his breathing only got faster. 

Seline noticed his hands shaking then, and not just his hands, his whole body was shivering. He lurched forward suddenly and fell forward onto the fluffy carpet beside the couch, hands fisting deeply into it as his back arched.

She moved closer without realizing, while Isaiah knelt beside the red-haired wolf. 

Matthew's whole form shook on the carpet and there was nothing anyone could do. All three of them just waited in silence, Isaiah ready to move or use his own shadow and Seline not having the slightest clue how to assist but feeling weirdly shackled to the place as if she could. 

Matthew’s shadow was giving away. Slowly it crept back, returning to its normal size and consistency. A heartbeat of relief made her almost think it was over.

That’s when Matthew heaved emptily at the carpet. He brought nothing up on the first try, but it was enough of a warning for Isaiah to bring the basin with water, forgotten beside the couch under his chin. Just in time for the second wave.

Matthew’s back lurched and a wave of vomit shot out of his throat. It was as if his body moved on its own without any of his control as if he spent all his willpower on his shadow.

The smell of sickness filled the room immediately and Seline held her breath. Despite the revolution, she felt a wave of pity for the angry wolf. Matthew didn’t look scary now, he looked like a boy, green and sick and so very helpless.

She jumped to open the balcony door and took a deep breath of the crisp fresh air as she heard Matthew heave behind her a third time. A splash of liquid hit the basin. 

With the next breath, she collected her resolve and got into action. She brought a fresh bowl from the kitchen, exchanging it for the basin and emptying it out.

As much as she didn’t intend to play a nursemaid, she wished to have Isaiah’s neutral expression. Not a trace of disgust showed on his face as he maneuvered the bowl under Matthew’s chin again.

Matthew was gulping audibly, eyes squeezed together. His face was still pale, but not as pasty and green as before. Isaiah dared to lay a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to lean against the couch. Matthew coughed and then burped softly. The light in the living room made the sweat glisten on his forehead and spit was running down his chin. 

“You are okay, man. You are okay now,” Isaiah was murmuring reassuringly. He kept his hand on the other man’s shoulder, preventing him from falling forward.

Seline brought a small wet towel and crouched next to them, hesitant, looking at Isaiah for directions. She wasn’t sure how well her gesture would be received, especially since it was Matthew’s fighting with his shadow with such force that was making him sick. 

Isaiah squeezed Matthew’s shoulder to alert him and the red-haired man cracked his eyes open at her, squinting. He scanned her and the towel over, frowned, and looked away. 

Seline took it as an agreement and put the towel against his cheek gingerly. Matthew twitched under her touch, but didn’t pull away or growl. So she continued, wiping his chin clean with one end of the towel and his forehead with the other. His hair was dark red colour this close-up, wavy from the perspiration sticking it to his skin. 

She stroked his bangs gently out of the way, then discarded the towel on the rug. The empty bowl sat between them, unused but ready, just in case. 

Matthew held himself still, but his breathing deepened and he closed his eyes again. His arm wasn’t bleeding at all anymore and once he rested a little, he would probably be able to call on his shadow by morning and get rid of the wound entirely. 

Isaiah leaned against the back of the couch as well, shoulder almost close enough to Matthew’s to touch, but not quite. His pristine white shirt was crumpled and he loosed the tie around his neck, unbuttoning the collar. Seline had never seen him so untidy before. 

She sat on the other side, stretching her legs in front of her and leaning her head back, thankful for her comfy but representative sweatpants and shirt. Better than being ambushed in her apartment in pajamas, worse than having her jeans and blouse. Isaiah’s attire usually prompted her desire to look more formal than this. 

Before this evening, she never would have dreamed of sitting this close to a shadow wolf with such weak control, not to mention having freaking Matthew Blackwell himself to fall sick and then fall asleep on her rug. In the chaos, she completely forgot that Matthew’s chest was bare from Isaiah’s tending to his wound earlier. It felt like an intrusion to look at him too long, although seeing his chest rise and sink with his breathing comforted her. 

The moment was so quiet and peaceful, it was disturbing. 

She was definitely not getting used to this. 

[thedemoninmywalls]

The Party

Rire brings Aro to a party with all his friends.

“By the way, we’re going to a party next week,” Rire said offhandedly. 

“Huh?” Aro glanced up at him. “What kind of party?” 

“A gathering of sorts,” Rire waved his hand dismissively. “For supernatural creatures like myself. You will accompany me as my consort.” 

“But I'm a human,” Aro said worriedly. “Am I allowed to come?” 

“You will come because I ordered you to,” he answered sternly. “Many of my acquaintances will be there, so it is important to make a good impression.” 

Aro thought about it. Besides Rire, she had never seen a supernatural creature before. It sounded exciting. How many humans had the opportunity to go to a party for magical beings? She couldn't help but be curious about what it was like. 

“Where will the party be?” she asked. “What kind of people will be there? Will food be served? Is it like a human party? What do you do there?”

“You will see everything for yourself,” Rire chuckled. “When the time comes.” 

In preparation, Rire bought a dress for Aro to wear to the party. It was quite revealing and she wasn't thrilled to be dressing like that in front of strangers. But Rire insisted she wear it or go naked, so she reluctantly pulled on the dress. 

He himself wore a perfectly tailored suit that was also revealing, but he carried himself with much more confidence than Aro could ever muster. 

When it was time to go, Rire still hadn't told Aro where exactly the party was taking place. 

“It is somewhere that humans cannot reach,” he explained. “But before we go, here are your rules: first, you are forbidden from speaking to anyone unless they speak to you first. Second, you will stay by my side at all times. Is that clear?” 

“Don’t talk and don't wander off. Got it.” 

“Very good. A lone human could be quite vulnerable here, but you’ll be safe with me. Now, brace yourself.” 

He covered her eyes and put an arm around her waist. Aro felt herself being lifted up and moving at an unimaginable speed, as though traveling through space and time itself. 

In a second it was over and she was back on solid ground. Rire uncovered her eyes to reveal that they had landed in a huge, beautiful ballroom with vaulted ceilings and atmospheric lighting. 

“Wow,” Aro gasped, marveling at the magnificent setting. 

But even more fascinating were the other party guests. Creatures of all shapes, sizes, and species milled about the huge ballroom, talking and laughing. There were fairies and ogres, werewolves and vampires and giants, sirens and zombies and ghosts. 

Some guests even looked human, but Aro suspected that was merely a disguise. Everyone was dressed as nicely as they could manage, in fancy suits and dresses. 

There was an open bar where Rire bought a couple of drinks, most of which Aro had never heard of. Her drink was sweet and bubbly, exactly how she liked it. 

Rire gallantly offered Aro his arm, and he swept her across the ballroom, greeting other guests and introducing her as his consort. Everyone was very polite and courteous. 

Most of Rire's talk was business, and Aro found it boring to listen to. Nobody seemed interested in talking to her, which was fine. She was much more interested in looking around at all the strange and wonderful people. Several times she wanted to ask questions, to learn more, but she knew better than to disobey Rire’s orders. 

As the evening wore on, Aro began to feel very sleepy. She had long finished her drink.

“Rire,” she tugged at his shirt. “I'm really tired. Can we go home soon?” 

“Oh, good,” he smiled. “I was wondering when the drugs would kick in.” 

A cold shiver straightened Aro’s spine. “What?” 

“I slipped a relaxant into your drink,” Rire explained calmly. “I'm sorry, pet, but I can't have you acting like a brat in front of everyone. They’ve been so looking forward to playing with you.” 

“Hey, Rire, is she ready yet?!” A large, muscled centaur called out. 

“Yes, the drugs are taking effect,” Rire answered. “Thank you for being patient. It's her first time, you know.” 

Several centaurs now leered at Aro with wide grins. Some of them approached her, carrying rope and chains. 

“No, wait!” Aro clung to Rire desperately. For the moment terror overrode her sleepiness. “Rire, please, don't let them take me!” 

“Don't worry, I will be right here the whole time,” Rire assured her, gently pushing her off him. “And you won't remember anything in the morning anyway.” 

“Please no! Rire! RIRE!!” Aro screamed as three centaurs grabbed her. 

They tore off her dress and manhandled her into a stretched position. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs were spread wide and shackled to the floor.

Aro’s face burned with shame and humiliation as she found herself naked and bound, on display in front of a whole ballroom full of people. Then someone wrapped a blindfold around her head, and everything went dark. 

But she could still hear everything, especially different voices as people gathered around. 

“Not much for looks, is she?” 

“Who cares about her looks? All that matters is her holes.” 

“Ha! Stupid human thought she was a guest, an equal to the rest of us! Gimme a break!” 

“Weak, worthless humans are good for nothing except as toys to play with!” 

“Everyone, line up in an orderly fashion,” Rire commanded. “You’ll all get your turn.” 

Rough, unfamiliar hands seized Aro’s breast and squeezed painfully. “Aw, did you mark her already, Rire?” 

“Of course. Just in case one of you forgets who she really belongs to.” 

“Please…” Aro whimpered sleepily. “Someone…help…mmph!” 

Something large and warm filled up Aro’s mouth, and she couldn't speak anymore. 

For the next few hours Aro’s body was used and abused by countless strangers. She was choked, fucked, cut, teased, edged, groped, squeezed, tickled, poked and prodded. Some of it hurt like hell and some of it she barely felt. 

The drugs made her mind hazy and her body pliable and submissive. 

All the while she heard the various grunts and moans made by the people using her, punctuated now and then by Rire’s warnings. 

“Handle her gently, Vincent, she's only human after all. They're terribly fragile and it's too early to break her.” 

“No, Lawrence, you may not cut her open to see her insides.” 

“Why, Celia! Are you going to fit that whole thing inside her? Well, you can certainly try…” 

“Strade, put the knife down. Put it down! Good boy.” 

“Ohhh, wow,” someone said close to Aro’s ear. “Look at how nicely she fits around my dick! She must be very well-trained.” 

“You know me, Cain,” Rire replied. “I like my pets to be broken in, but not too broken…she's quite a fighter when she isn't drugged up, you know.”

Aro was grateful when she felt her consciousness slipping away from her. She knew that she was drooling but didn't have the strength to do anything about it. The drugs gently pulled her into a deep sleep. 

Rire and the other party guests continued abusing Aro’s mouth and holes long into the night. No one seemed to notice when she fell asleep. —------ When Aro woke up the next morning, she had no memory of the previous night. This did not bother her as much as it probably should have. She was used to Rire manipulating her memories by now. She decided that she didn’t want to know what had happened last night. And she definitely didn’t want to know why her body ached more than usual…

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

I just want to take a moment to wonder / baffle at how different fandoms can be. It seems like some things are constant between all fandoms - an abundance of smutfic and art, self-insert and OC character-creation fun, people inserting characters into popular memes, people making the wildest aus (Let's fanart them as werewolves!" and the like). However, there are just such interesting differences. In Spop fandom, I will never, NEVER get over how much visceral HATRED exists for Hordak on one "side" of the fandom and how much of the same kind of hatred exists for Catra on another "side" of the fandom. Additionally, discourse over Glimmer and etc. It seems like all the people in this fandom (who haven't just said hang it all to just make cute fanart and funny comics) talk about are WAR CRIMES and "who deserves redemption more?" in a show that is clearly about restoration and kindness. Horde Prime's destroying planets aside, I can count the canonical deaths in this series ON ONE HAND. And everyone's upset at all of the war crimes committed in a largely non-lethal local-to-the-main-setting-planet war on this... almost utopian planet where we'd all probably like to live. Meanwhile, over in Trigun fandom... The body count is in the literal millions and not in passing mentions of genocide Jell-O at dinner, but in triumphant arms to the sky as a burning fleet of spaceships incinerate in the sky in a deliberate attempt at a genocide (not as a side-effect of ruling). Many on-screen deaths of characters you get to KNOW. There is this huge complex moral dilemma centered around the survival-needs of a population that depends upon sentient beings that are both dependent upon them and overused and abused by them. There's another huge complex moral dilemma revolving around the justification of lethal force vs. the prices of a life of chosen, ardent pacifism. It's not a Y-7 series by any means and the manga / comics version of it gets really super dark (yet somehow Trigun Stampede made the Tesla-arc even darker, bravo, I'm gonna be sick). And yet the villains - from the mini-boss assassin characters to the ur-villain who LITERALLY WANTS TO DESTROY ALL OF HUMANITY and also wishes to manipulate his hero-brother to his side through severe traumatizing emotional torture... it's like... there are loads of people in this fandom who are "Oh, Millions Knives is my favorite character!" and it doesn't seem like anyone bats an eyelash. There are probably more fandom essays exploring Knives' side of things and why he feels the way he does and how his character-arc makes sense than even people in any way actively against him. Yes, most people in this fandom "side with Vash" (as do I), but it's like... we understand the villain here, or try to, and here's a fandom where people find sympathy for and "humanity" in the blatantly cruel person who on-screen slaughters swaths of people in some of the most gruesome ways possible. It's like, in this fandom, if someone's a Knives-fan, or a Legato-fan, or a Midvalley-fan, or even those of us who love the greatest villain of all, he who shines in the darkness, BRILLIANT DYNAMITES NEON!!! (oh, my two-episode wonder, missed you in Stampede oh so much, my sparkler-smoking baby...) it's like... no one cares? It's like "Yeah, they're great characters, aren't they?" It's just so... different. In the non-fatal sparkly princess show, everyone's scrutinizing everyone else for liking characters who do (largely non-lethal) WAR CRIMES! and then the mature-anime/manga fandom I am in where there's this whole extinction of humanity and the uses of their adjacent created-resource-species at stake everyone's like... chill. And enjoying the villains - and different ones, at that, is NORMAL.

[betwixtbeasts]

BETWIXTBEASTS WRITEBLR INTRO

ABOUT ME;

hello! my name is Ezra, also known as betwixt beasts. I'm in my early thirties, acespec, bisexual, and non-binary, and I use they/them pronouns. I'm a college student and aspiring educator, and I have adhd, depression, chronic pain, and anxiety. I keep fish tanks, have a cat, and when I'm not writing or working on school I'm usually reading or gaming.

most, if not all, of the fiction that I write is romantic. and it's a rare day that I write something that doesn't involve some level of fantasy or sci-fi. oh, and it's all very queer. at the moment I'm posting a bit on wattpad, but I also would like to eventually use p*treon, and perhaps other publishing methods, in the future.

my hope is to make some new friends, find more to read, and also learn more about writing here on tumblr. and maybe promote my own work a little, as well!

a note; this tumblr may contain nsfw text and/or images and written smut. if you are under 18 or feel uncomfortable with that kind of content, please do not follow. thank you!

WORKS IN PROGRESS;

the dragon queen

To protect her people, Aellys must marry the dragonking, unite their empires, and defeat the leviathans who would rule them all.

Dragons and humans have been mortal enemies for as long as anyone can remember, and Queen Aellys hates dragons more than most. They’re monsters who deserve nothing but death and destruction, and she will personally hunt every dragon that sets foot on her land or wing in her sky.

But something worse is coming.

Leviathans are emerging from the sea, great beasts of legend who once had aspirations to take over the world. It was only when humans and dragons united were they defeated before. And it is only when humans and dragons unite that they will be defeated once again.

requiem (book one of the triumvirate trilogy)

A hundred years ago, vampires, witches, and werewolves emerged from hiding, revealing themselves to humanity. Soon after that, they took over the world. Forming the Triumvirate, the three ruling classes, humans became second-class citizens, serving their supernatural betters.

Oliver is one of the hidden, an unregistered human, hiding from the forces of the Triumvirate to live a life of freedom. Until he is betrayed by one he loves, and sentenced to ten years of indentured servitude. He expects to be sent to labor in one of the factories or in the fields - instead, he’s auctioned off, and sold to a vampire as a servant and source of blood.

Just when Oliver thinks it can’t get any worse, he meets his new master, the vampire Prince, one-third of the Triad who rule the country. Theo Montgomery has a reputation, and it isn’t a kind one. But Prince Theo won’t take what isn’t freely given.

And as Oliver is introduced to the decadent world of noble vampire society, he’ll learn nothing is as he thought.

at the edge of the sea

Prince Felix Darrow has spent his whole life dreaming of the sea.

But living in landlocked Vadraia, he’s never even seen the ocean.  Not until his father, the king, announces his marriage to Princess Nadiya of Apresh, deciding his future in one fell swoop. No matter that Felix has never felt an ounce of attraction to anyone before, or that he doesn’t want to become prince-consort. But his father insists he do his duty to his country, and so Felix is sent away, across the ocean, to a foreign land.

When his ship runs into a terrible storm, Felix is thrown into the sea, a deadly fate. If the water doesn’t kill him, the many creatures who call the ocean home surely will. Or so he thinks.

Until he grows gills at his throat, and scales on his back.

Felix is one of the seafolk, a merman, inherited through the mother he never knew. But as he discovers an empire under the sea, and freedom he never felt before, can Felix resist the pull of the land he once walked upon?

When he’s captured by fishermen, Felix believes his fate is sealed. Until a pirate attack changes everything.

[braveclementine]

The Council Meeting

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I spent much of the next few days, getting used to being back in Carlisle's house again. I hadn't wanted to move back in, not till we were married. The last time I had moved in, they had left a few months afterward. It was just a bad sense of deja vu.

I also spent quite a bit of time on the Rez. Especially with the council meeting coming up, I was helping Emily buy and plan the meal for the night. Mostly hotdogs and burgers. I would also make chili. We were thinking ten or fifteen bags of potato chips- family sized- might be enough. And maybe four pizzas. No, six.

Emily was going to call for pizzas. I told her I would make homemade ones. It would be faster and cheaper. Oh! And Chicken wings! Spicy ones at that.

But those, I called from Larosa's because those were the best kind.

On the day of the council meeting, Emily and I spent the majority of time cooking at our separate houses. Carlisle was my guard throughout the day, watching me and making idle conversation while I cooked.

"Everything is going to be alright." I responded. Carlisle- well really Lord- had spent a lot of time in the house, running circles in my bedroom like an idiot- though I never thought about him like that of course- trying to get the scent out of my room.

"So Alice has the wedding set for next Wednesday." Carlisle said softly. "A complete week from now."

"I've never been more nervous." I said, a lump in my throat.

"Why?" Carlisle questioned.

"It feels like a bad time to have a wedding." I admitted, "What with the possibility of vampires in Seattle, this rouge vampire, and also Victoria. I feel like Alice is rushing this wedding. But at the same time, I can't wait to be married to you."

Carlisle smiled softly, running his finger over the edge of one of the wine glasses I had set out. I didn't drink alcohol, but I used them as flower holders, soil in the bottom, small seeds placed in them. Small flowers to grow inside of them.

Like snow globes with tops.

"Will you take my last name?" He asked.

"Most definitely." I said with a small smile. "Davina Cullen. It has a nice sound to it."

"Marcel told Alice he'd come." Carlisle said.

"Yeah, I heard." I said. "I still haven't told the werewolves though. I probably should've done that a long time ago. What about the Denali clan?"

"Tanya, Kate, Carmen, and Eleazor will be coming. Irina will not." Carlisle said. "They have a grudge against the werewolves for killing Laurent. Apparently he was Irina's mate."

I stared at him incredulously, "Do they know that the reason Laurent is dead is because he was trying to kill me?"

Carlisle's eyes flickered and then he said, "It's been mentioned."

I scoffed, turning back to the fourth pizza. I had given two to Emily so that she could cook them there. My oven really only had room for two pizzas at a time.

The Chili sat in the crockpot, staying warm. I had a box that was filled with chip bags on the kitchen island. The ice that would go into the cooler and the drinks were in the freezer and fridge.

The pizzas were the last thing and I then ordered the wings so that everything would be done at the same time.

"We'll have to put the honeymoon off for a little while." Carlisle added. "Till Victoria is finished. I can't leave them here to defend themselves."

"I know." I said softly. "You'll have to let me know where we're going ahead of time though, so I can settle it with the army."

Carlisle snorted. "That's a stupid rule."

I smiled a little, closing the oven door, going and sitting next to Carlisle, "Yeah. Believe me. It's not my favorite rule either."

An hour later, Carlisle helped me load everything into the SUV and then he kissed me good-bye. "Be home safe." He murmured, kissing me repeatedly all over.

I giggled, reaching up to capture his lips before sliding into the driver's seat and heading to La Push.

Once I was there, Emily and I set all the food out around the campsite that we would be using on a long plastic table.

The werewolves and elders showed up first but Bella and Jacob came along not long after. Bella seemed nervous until Embry shouted, "Hey, vampire girl!"

Quil jumped to his feet to kiss her cheek and Emily hugged Bella as her and Jacob settled themselves down near Sam and her.

"Hungry Bella?" I asked with a teasing smile. "Us girls have to get the food first before the wolves dig into it."

I wasn't super hungry, just grabbing one of the bags of chips and some rootbeers, situating myself between Sam and Seth.

"You know, you made all that wonderful food." Sam said with a sigh, "And you go for the store bought junk food. You're going to get fat shorty."

"I have excellent metabolism, thank you very much ugly." I said, ripping open the Takis and popped on in my mouth. "Want one Seth?"

"Umm, they smell spicy."

"They're hot." I said.

Seth and I chatted easily, Leah listening in, but not talking. I knew she was probably grateful to be on this side of the fire, so that Sam and Emily were to her side, not in front of her where she could see them. Sam was mostly talking to the elders or to Emily, although he occasionally made a side comment to me, teasing me.

I was very quick in my comebacks.

I grew quiet as the sun started to go down, pulling out my laptop so that I could pull up Wattpad. I really wanted to get the legends written down and with my 100+ WPM and 97% accuracy rate, I would manage to get it down. Then I'd publish the 'histories' as 'myths'. Should be interesting.

"Are you gonna eat that hot dog?" I heard Paul ask. I looked up because most of the food was eaten by now and I wondered who he was talking to- which was Jacob.

Jacob had a spitted hot dog on the end of a coat hanger and he stared at the hot dog mournfully. "I guess. I'm so full I'm about to puke, but I think I can force it down. I won't enjoy it at all, though." He sighed sadly, full of crap, and I giggled.

"Paul, calm down." I warned him as he balled his fists up, glowering at Jacob.

"Sheesh." Jacob laughed, "Kidding, Paul. Here." And Jacob flipped the hot dog over to him. Paul caught it neatly and said, "Thanks, man."

I rolled my eyes.

Jacob and Bella muttered amongst themselves. Seth and I got up so let Sam move in with the council leaders and I situated myself between Embry and Seth. I leaned against Embry's shoulder. We had gradually moved from him calling me 'mom' to 'sister' and we were quite relaxed in each others' presence.

Billy cleared his throat and started to speak. I got out my laptop, making sure the light was dim, and poised my fingers over the keys.

"The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning. And we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because there has always been magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape-shifting- that came later. First, we were spirit warriors."

I would have to come up with an entire backstory to everything to base these 'histories' off of. Maybe I'd simply just write about everything that had happened since I'd touched down in Forks. I'd have to change my character name though. Maybe to Grace.

"In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who covered our land, and we were too small to hold it. A larger tribe moved against us, and we took to our ships to escape them. Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior, but we do not remember the stories that came before his. We do not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis. Kaheleha was the first great Spirit Chief in our history. In this emergency, Kaheleha used the magic to defend our land."

Spirit Chief. Spirit warriors. Kind've sounded like Spirit Animals. Now that was a great book series. I'd liked the mobile game too, but they got rid of it recently and I was pissed.

"He and all his warriors left the ship- not their bodies, but their spirits. Their women watched over the bodies and the waves, and the men took their spirits back to the harbor. They could not physically touch the enemy tribe, but they had other ways. The stories tell us that they could blow fierce winds into their enemy's camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified their foes. The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them; the animals would do their bidding."

Could animals see ghosts? Or just spirits? Were they the same thing?

"Kaheleha took the spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders. This invading tribe had pakcs of big, thick-furred dogs that they used to pull their sleds in the frozen north. The spirit warriors turned the dogs against their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. They used the screaming wind to aid the dogs in confusing the men. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, calling our harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returned to their bodies and their wives, victorious."

I really hated the word 'victorious'. It wounded like 'victory' and also 'Victoria'. There was no such thing as 'victory' in my life.

"The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quileutes. They wanted nothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spirit warriors could drive them off. Generations passed. then came the last great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki. He was known for this wisdom, and for being a man of peace. The people lived well and content in his care."

Sounded like Carlisle.

"But there was one man, Utlapa, who was not content."

There was a hiss that went around the fire, although Seth did not join in. How did you spell Utlapa? Oot-la-pa? Ut? Not entirely sure.

"Utlapa was one of the Chief Taha Aki's strongest spirt warriors- a powerful man, but a grasping man, too. He thought the people should use their magic to expand their lands, to enslave the Hohs and the Makahs and build an empire."

I could just call him 'Voldemort'.

"now, when the warriors were their spirit selves, they knew each other's thoughts. Taha Aki saw what Utlapa dreamed, and was angry with Utlapa. Utlapa was commanded to leave the people, and never use his spirit self again. Utlapa was a strong man, but the chief's warriors outnumbered him. He had no choice but to leave. The furious outcast hid in the forest nearby, waiting for a chance to get revenge against the chief."

"Even in times of peace, the Spirit Chief was vigilant in protecting his people. Often, he would go to a scared secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and sweep down through the forests and along the coast, making sure no threat approached. One day when Taha Aki left to perform this duty, Utlapa followed. At first, Utlapa simply planned to kill the chief, but this plan had its drawbacks. Surely the spirit warriors would seek to destroy him, and they could follow faster than he could escape. As he hid in the rocks and watched the chief prepare to leave his body, another plan occurred to him."

"Taha Aki left his body in the secret place and flew with the winds to keep watch over his people. Utlapa waited until he was sure the chief had traveled some distance with his spirit self. Taha Aki knew it the instant that Utlapa had joined him in the spirt world, and he also knew Utlapa's murderous plan. He raced back to his secret place, but even the winds weren't fast enough to save him. When he returned, his body was already gone. Utlapa's body lay abandoned, but Utlapa had not left Taha Aki with an escape- he had cut his own body's throat with Taha Aki's hands."

I shivered. I would never, ever, want to be in someone else's' body. That seemed absolutely terrifying. I cracked my knuckles to keep them warm so they didn't freeze up as I continued to type.

"Taha Aki followed his body down the mountain. He screamed at Utlapa, but Utlapa ignored him as if he were mere wind."

Wasn't he?

"Taha Aki watched with despair as Utlapa took his place as chief of the Quileutes. For a few weeks, Utlapa did nothing but make sure that everyone believed he was Taha Aki. Then the changes began- Utlapa's first edict was to forbid any warrior to enter the spirit world. He claimed that he'd had a vision of danger, but really he was afraid. He knew that Taha Aki would be waiting for the chance to tell his story. Utlapa was also afraid to enter the spirit world himself, knowing Taha Aki would quickly claim his body. So his dreams of conquest with a spirit warrior army were impossible, and he sought to content himself with ruling over the tribe. He became a burden- seeking privileges that Taha Aki had never requested, refusing to work alongside his warriors, taking a young second wife and then a third, though Taha Aki's wife lived on- something unheard of in the tribe. Taha Aki watched in helpless fury."

That was absolutely revolting. Watching your body be with other women that weren't your wife.

"Eventually, Taha Aki tried to kill his body to save the tribe from Utlapa's excesses. He brought a fierce wolf down from the mountains, but Utlapa hid behind his warriors. When the wolf killed a young man who was protecting the false chief, Taha Aki felt horrible grief. He ordered the wolf away."

My hands shook a little with that and I closed my eyes briefly. Embry suddenly squeezed my shoulder and I opened my eyes, looking at him with silent thanks.

"All the stories tell us that it was no easy thing to be a spirit warrior. It was more frightening than exhilarating to be freed from one's body. This is why they only used their magic in times of need. The chief solitary journeys to keep watch were a burden and a sacrifice. Being bodiless was disorienting, uncomfortable, and horrifying. Taha Aki had been away from his body for so long at this point that he was in agony. He felt he was doomed- never to cross over to the final land where his ancestors waited, stuck in this torturous nothingness forever."

So, if there was a wolf afterlife thing. . . would I end up there? I didn't know and that made me feel weird inside.

"The great wolf followed taha Aki's spirit as he twisted and writhed in agony through the woods. The wolf was very large for its kind, and beautiful. Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal. At least it had a body. At least it had a life. Even life as an animal would be better than this horrible empty consciousness. And then Taha Aki had the idea that change us all. He asked the great wolf to make room for him, to share. The wolf complied. Taha Aki entered the wolf's body with relief and gratitude. It was not his human body, but it was better than the void of the spirit world."

So. . . say a mountain lion had followed him instead? Would he have shared the mountain lions body? What of an Eagle? Did this mean there weren't really werewolves at all? Instead. . . maybe just shape-shifters?

"As one, the man and the wolf returned to the village on the harbor. The people ran in fear, shouting for the warriors to come. The warriors ran to meet the wolf with their spears. Utlapa, of course, stayed safely hidden. Taha Aki did not attack his warriors. He retreated slowly from them, speaking with his eyes and trying to yelp the songs of his people. The warriors began to realize that the wolf was no ordinary animal, that there was a spirit influencing it. One older warrior, a man named Yut, decided to disobey the false Chief's order and try to communicate with the wolf."

"As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world, Taha Aki left the wolf- the animal waited tamely for his return- to speak with him. Yut gathered the truth in an instant, and welcomed his true chief home. At this time, Utlapa came to see if the wolf had been defeated. When he saw Yut lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by protective warriors, he realized what was happening. He drew his knife and raced forward to kill Yut before he could return to his body."

I closed my eyes, pausing for a moment, even as Billy continued with the story, writing only chicken notes as this part was easy to imagine. I hated death. I hated writing about death. I knew death came with old stories like this, but it didn't make the pain any less easy.

". . . Taha Aki's anger was the anger of a man. The love he had for his people and the hatred he had for their oppressor were too vast for the wolf's body, too human. The wolf shuddered, and- before the eyes of the shocked warriors and Utlapa- transformed into a man. The new man did not look like Taha Aki's body. He was far more glorious. He was the flesh interpretation of Taha Aki's spirit. The warriors recognized him at once, though, for they had flown with Taha Aki's spirit."

I dozed out as Billy talked about Utlapa's death. The giving back of the wives, but keeping the law of no spirit traveling in place.

"From that point on, Taha Aki was more than either wolf or man. They called him Taha Aki the Great Wolf, or Taha Aki the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many, many years, for he did not age. When danger threatened, he would resume his wolf-self to fight or frighten the enemy. The people dwelt in peace. Taha Aki fathered many sons, and some of these found that, after they had reached the age of manhood, they, too, could transform into wolves. The wolves were all different, because they were spirit wolves and reflected the man they were inside."

"So that's why Sam is all black. Black heart, black fur." Quil muttered under his breath and it took me a moment to realize I had typed that sentence out. I giggled quietly while deleting it.

"And your chocolate fur reflects what? How sweet you are?" Sam muttered back. I grinned, winking at him.

"I'd be ultra violet." I muttered in Seth's year. "Purple wolf."

Seth snickered.

Billy Black ended the story, drinking water as he let Quil Ateara, Quils grandfather, take over the story.

Quil's grandfathers voice was nowhere near as majestic as Billy's was, but there was a fierce urgency in his voice as he spoke, making you want to listen. The quavering in his voice also gave it the sound of something, like someone was speaking a script in a movie, providing the backstory for it. . .

"Many years after Taha Aki gave up his spirit wolf, when he was an old man, trouble began in the north, with the Makahs. Several young women of their tribe had disappeared, and they blamed it on the neighboring wolves, who they feared and mistrusted. The wolf-men could still read each other's thoughts while in their wolf forms, just like their ancestors had while in their spirit forms. They knew that none of their number was to blame. Taha Aki tried to pacify the Makah chief, but there was too much fear."

'Fear in the name only increases fear in the thing itself.' I thought randomly. Great, thank you Dumbledore, that was helpful.

"Taha Aki did not want to have a war on his hands. He was no longer a warrior to lead his people. He charged his oldest wolf-son, Taha Wi, with finding the true culprit before hostilities began."

'Wii Wii' I thought in a French accent.

Fuck, I was probably the only person in the entire world that could think really stupid thoughts when hearing these stories. And these were my descendants too! There was something tragically wrong with me.

"Taha Wi led the five other wolves in his pack on a search through the mountains, looking for any evidence of the missing Makahs. They came across something they had never encountered before- a strange, sweet scent in the forest that burned their noses to the point of pain."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, rearranging the laptop to sit lower on my legs as I typed.

"They did not know what creature would leave such a scent, but they followed it. They found faint traces of human scent, and human blood, along the trail. They were sure this was the enemy they were searching for. The journey took them so far north that Taha Wi sent half the pack, the younger ones, back to the harbor to report to Taha Aki. Taha Wi and his two brothers did not return."

I flinched. Embry placed his hand on my shoulder again.

"The younger brothers searched for their elders, but found only silence. Taha Aki mourned for his sons. He wished to avenge his sons' death, but he was old. He went to the Makah chief in his mourning clothes and told him everything that had happened. The Makah chief believed his grief, and tensions ended between the tribes. A year later, two Makah maidens disappeared from their homes on the same night. The Makahs called on the Quileute wolves at once, who found the same sweet stink all through the Makah village. The wolves went on the hunt again."

I was not thinking of wolves, but of my brother at Fort Knox.

"Only one came back. He was Yaha Uta, the oldest son of Taha Aki's third wife, and the youngest in the pack. He brought something with him that had never been seen in all the days of the Quileutes- a strange, cold, stony corpse that he carried in pieces. All who were of Taha Aki's blood, even those who had never been wolves, could smell the piercing smell of the dead creature. This was the enemy of the Makahs."

I shouldn't have come survived the bombs. Why hadn't I dragged my brother with me when I went to hide in the game? Why didn't I hide with my brother instead of Azim?

"Yaha uta described what had happened: he and his brothers had found the creature, who looked like a man but was hard as a granite rock, with the two Makah daughters. One girl was already dead, white and bloodless on the ground. The other was in the creature's arms, his mouth at her throat. She may have been alive when they came upon the hideous scene, but the creature quickly snapped her neck and tossed her lifeless body to the ground when they approached. His white lips were covered in her blood and his eyes glowed red."

People had been thrown at the base, high into the air when the bombs had gone off. Had they landed on their feet, some of them might've survived. But they were flung upside down, landing on their necks which had broken. Some of them had still been able to scream- I could still hear them in my nightmares.

I was reeling in my nightmares, not paying attention to the story anymore but no one noticed. They were all locked in on the story. It was strange that a story of werewolves and vampires was making me relive the entire battle again.

". . . elders set fire to the remains. A great cloud of choking, vile smoke polluted the air. When there was nothing but ashes, they separated the ashes into many small bags and spread them far and wide- some in the ocean, some in the forest, some in the cliff caverns. Taha Aki wore one bag around his neck, so he would be warned if the creature ever tried to put himself together again."

When the older man paused, looking at Billy, Billy produced a small bag, black with age, around his neck. I heard people gasp but I was not one of them. I was horrified. Yes, it was good that even after all these years, the enemy could not put itself together. . . but say the Volturi burned my family in the future. Carlisle. . . he would never be able to be put back together.

I felt sick with worry. I had to protect Carlisle at all costs. No matter what. I could not let anyone lay a hand on him.

"They call it The Cold One, the Blood Drinker, and lived in fear that it was not alone. They only had one wolf protector left, young Yaha Uta. They did not have long to wait. The creature had a mate, another blood drinker, who came to the Quileutes seeking revenge. The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen. She looked like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning; the sun was shining for once, and it glittered off her white skin and lit the golden hair that flowed down to her knees. Her face was magical in its beauty, her eyes black in her white face. Some fell to their knees to worship her."

I could imagine her. She looked like Rosalie.

"She asked something in a high, piercing voice, in a language no one had ever heard. The people were dumbfounded not knowing how to answer her. There was none of Taha Aki's blood among the witnesses but one small boy. He clung to his mother and screamed that the smell was hurting his nose. One of the elders, on his way to council, heard the boy and realized what had come among them. He yelled for the people to run. She killed him first."

"There were twenty witnesses to the Cold Woman's approach. Two survived, only because she grew distracted by the blood, and paused to sate her thirst. They ran to Taha Aki, who sat in the counsel with the other elders, his sons, and his third wife. Yaha Uta transformed into his spirt wolf as soon as he heard the news. He went to destroy the blood drinker alone. Taha Aki, his third wife, his sons, and his elders followed behind him."

Yes, what a great idea. 'Hey, let's go watch our only wolf son go and destroy a cold one that he needed two of his other brothers to kill the first time! I'll bring popcorn!'

"At first they could not find the creature, only the evidence of her attack. Bodies lay broken, a few drained of blood, strewn across the road where she'd appeared. Then they heard the screams and hurried to the harbor. A handful of the Quileutes had run to the ships for refuge. She swam after them like a shark, and broke the bow of their boat with her incredible strength. When the ship sank, she caught those trying to swim away and broke them, too."

I wondered how Sam had gotten me out of the water when Victoria had jumped in after throwing me in. He hadn't been in there as a wolf. Maybe the others had jumped too and Victoria had fled, not knowing how the wolves would be in the water.

I had never asked Sam.

"She saw the great wolf on the shore, and she forgot the fleeing swimmers. She swam so fast she was a blur and came, dripping and glorious, to stand before Yaha Uta. She pointed at him with one white finger and asked another incomprehensible question. Yaha Uta waited. It was a close fight. She was not the warrior her mate had been. But Yaha Uta was alone- there was no one to distract her fury from him. When Yaha Uta lost, Taha Aki screamed in defiance. He limped forward and shifted into an ancient, white-muzzled wolf. The wolf was old, but this was Taha Aki the Spirit Man, and his rage made him strong. The fight began again. Taha Aki's wife had just seen her son die before her. Now her hsuband fought, and she had no hope that he could win. She'd heard every word the witnesses to the slaughter had told the council. She'd heard the story of Yaha Uta's first victory, and knew that his brother's diversion had saved him."

'Oh wonderful. This was not a good story to tell Bella.' I thought and shot her a look.

"The third wife grabbed a knife from the belt of one of the sons who stood beside her. They were all young sons, not yet men, and she knew they would die when their father failed."

Maybe they shouldn't be telling me this story either. Wouldn't I give my life to save any of my wolf sons? Any of my vampire children? I thought it over seriously. I had thrown myself on Angel when the bombs went off. Though I had never harmed myself, I'm sure I could take a knife to my skin to protect my children, wolf or vampire.

"The third wife ran toward the Cold Woman with the dagger raised high. The Cold Woman smiled, barely distracted from her fight with the old wolf. She had no fear of the weak human woman or the knife that would not even scratch her skin, and she was about to deliver the death blow to Taha Aki."

Now, the Cold Woman to me was no longer Rosalie, but Jane.

"And then the third wife did something the Cold Woman did not expect. She fell to her knees at the blood drinker's feet and plunged the knife into her own heart."

Why the heart? Any release of blood would've done. She could've dragged it along her arm. But maybe she thought if she died, she would not feel the pain of the vampire's teeth.

"Blood spurted through the third wife's fingers and splashed against the Cold Woman. The blood drinker could not resist the lure of the fresh blood leaving the third wife's body. Instinctively, she turned to the dying woman, for one second entirely consumed by thirst. Taha Aki's teeth closed around her neck. That was not the end of the fight, but Taha Aski was not alone now. Watching their mother die, two young sons felt such rage that they sprang forth as their spirit wolves, though they were not yet men. With their father, they finished the creature."

Maybe Leah was wrong. Maybe there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Her father died, she became a werewolf. I killed 2,000 people with two rounds of bombs and I didn't- though I should've. Why hadn't I phased yet?

"Taha Aki never rejoined the tribe. He never changed back to a man again. He lay for one day beside the body of the third wife, growling whenever anyone tried to touch her, and then he went into the forest and never returned. Trouble with the cold ones was rare from that time on. Taha Aki's sons guarded the tribe until their sons were old enough to take their places. There were never more than three wolves at a time. It was enough. Occasionally a blood drinker would come through these lands, but they were taken by surprise, not expecting the wolves. Sometimes a wolf would die, but never were they decimated again like the first time. They'd learned how to fight the cold ones, and they passed the knowledge on, wolf mind to wolf mind, spirit to spirit, father to son."

Father to son.

Me or Leah. Which one of us was wrong?

"Time passed, and the descendants of Taha Aki no longer became wolves when they reached manhood. Only in a great while, if a cold one was near, would the wolves return. The cold ones always came in ones and twos, and the pack stayed small. A bigger coven came, and your own great-grandfathers prepared to fight them off. But the leader spoke to Ephraim Black as if he were a man, and promised not to harm the Quileutes. His strange yellow eyes gave some proof to his claim that they were not the same as other blood drinkers. The wolves were outnumbered; there was no need for the cold ones to offer a treaty when they could have won the fight. Ephraim accepted. They've stayed true to their side, though their presence does tend to draw in others."

I smiled a bit at Carlisle. 'He spoke to Ephraim like a man'. Yes, that was my love all right. My mate.

"And their numbers have forced a larger pack than the tribe has ever seen. Except, of course, in Taha Aki's time. And so the sons of our tribe again carry the burden and share the sacrifice their fathers endured before them."

'And daughter', I wanted to add for Leah's sake. 'And daughter.'

"Burden," Quil said, startling me, "I think it's cool."

Seth nodded beside me.

Slowly, the group became less still, Old Quil Aterea's eyes finally left me, and I drew away from the campsite quietly and without anyone's notice.

I walked along the beach, looking up at the bright stars. With no lights out here, you could see them more clearly.

Once I was in the forest, I squatted down, breaths heavy, trying not to cry.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this?

"KOL! KOL WHERE ARE YOU?" I screamed, running through the base. 'Please let him be alive, please let him be alive. Let another bomb go off, let another bomb destroy me, just please let Kol be alive.'

I let out a shuddering breath as tears started to fall down my face.

'Father to son.'

Who was messed up? Leah or me?

Me. It was me. I should be a werewolf. I should be.

"Davina?" Sam's voice came quietly.

"Sorry." I murmured, my voice thick. "I. . . the story. . . I was just wondering what was wrong with me?"

"What?" Sam asked curiously, kneeling down next to me. "What are you talking about?"

"The sons who watched their mother die and became werewolves. And Leah became a werewolf after Harry died. My parents, my brother, 2,000 people. . . and I'm not." I let out a shuddering breath. "I'm screwed up. I should be a werewolf, I should've felt rage at Azim's betrayal. But I'm not a werewolf. Other emotions kick in before I can get to angry. It doesn't. . . there's something wrong with me!"

"There is nothing wrong with you." Sam said firmly. "Nothing at all. Females aren't supposed to be werewolves, it's unheard of. But there are always loopholes when it comes to magic."

I nodded but before I could answer, my phone rang. "H-hello?" I asked, wiping my nose and sniffling.

"Davina." Marcel's voice was thick with emotion.

"What's wrong?" I asked immediately, jolting to my feet.

"It's your Uncle Josh." Marcel said.

"Umm what about Joshua?" I asked hesitantly and Sam's face grew hard.

"I don't know how to say this in a way to cushion the blow but. . . he's dead Davina. I'm sorry."

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

I would love to hear about these AU’s

well ok listen. im prefacing this by saying im being incredibly self indulgent and im well aware this is Kind Of Cringe of me but also ill never pass up a chance to rant about blorbo from my mind. so

basically it started with me imagining my scout tf2 oc as a werewolf, and then i was like well. why not get angsty about it? so i did

and now i cant stop thinking about the incredibly detailed hurt comfort fic im making in my mind about my scout oc Juno being kidnapped by a weird fae (in a more urban fantasy setting than tf2 is usually set in) who wants an exotic pet/guarddog so they turn him into a werewolf. And then after a Good While of being under the fae's magic the rest of the team finally finds him and Juno has to get used to both being a werewolf now and also deal with being treated as a person again. I don't usually go for angst, but oh boy when i do lol

anyways the Fae does it because I generally prefer when fae don't have human morals and only understand fairy rules about politeness and stuff. They wanted a good guard dog, and everyone knows werewolves are the best guard dogs and werewolves are easiest to tame when they're freshly turned so thats what they did. It was a wrong place wrong time sort of deal for Juno, but thankfully not even the Fae are safe from the mercs ability to bumble their way into winning every single fight. But Juno still has to deal with the consequences

[chriscdcase95]

My thoughts on “Teen Wolf: The Movie”.

So I watched the new Teen Wolf movie. Ultimately. I'm giving it a six out of ten. While there was more I liked about the movie than disliked, I had quite a few  gripes.  

I didn't see it as horrendous as a lot of fans say it is, but there are a few valid critiques I've seen. Maybe I'm just easy to please.

I think some of the issues could have been fixed if there wasn't such a big time skip; like instead of fifteen years, five years. Maybe instead of raising a teenager, Derek would be raising a toddler. Though I don't think we'd get the same kind of story for Eli that way, especially for this generations teen wolf. 

Spoilers below.

1. So I got into Teen Wolf back in high school, and I remember being a die hard Scallison stan back then too. I'm not as big of a Scallison as I was back then, but I am glad to see them be endgame, if it wasn't for one small thing.

My main question is if Allison aged a bit after her resurrection ? Like is she still considered a teenager or is she considered a young adult now ? I feel like this is a nitpick, but some In-Universe clarification would be nice! Feels like something the writers overlooked.  

Then again, werewolves are slow to age in the show's lore, so I guess you can apply "Vampire Rules" to these kind of romances. Maybe I'm overthinking it. I mean the show used to tease Parrish and Lydia, in season four; back when she was a teenager, and he was in his 20's. As if over half the fandom wasn’t shipping Sterek.

Actually, while I was working on this post, I read that Allison was eighteen when she died, so that's...better I guess.

2. Speaking of Parrish, his and Malia's relationship...I'm okay with it, more so than Scott and Malia. I mean they didn't do much with either pairing. Maybe that's the Malira shipper in me talking.

With Scalia, it felt like they just slapped them together because Scott needed a love interest for the final season. You could make the argument that a lot has happened over fifteen years that we didn't see.

With Malia and Parish, it feels like there's a whole ass story we didn't see, but y'know, show, don't tell. 

3. While I'm on that, the movie leaves a lot open ended, that it felt like it was setting up a follow up. This is were most of my problems come from. I was thinking maybe it would tie into Wolf Pack, but I've been hearing that the show isn't meant to be a direct spinoff (or even the same universe) as Teen Wolf. 

One thing I'd like an explanation of is Eli's mother, which again feels like they're saving for a follow up. Speaking of Eli, he became an instant favorite of mine, and someone I wouldn't mind seeing again.

Also, the cursing and nudity in this movie, I'm not saying it's out of place, and far from being prudish. I like that they’re being more risqué, but I’m also glad they didn't go too overboard with it. Still,  “Darkness, you motherfucker” absolutely��killed me!

Another gripe I had was that Kira didn't return. Like this is a story where kitsune are front and center, and one of the antagonists is a monster her mother helped bring into the world. 

You’re seriously telling me she’s not up for another round ?

We're introduced to a new Kitsune, Hikari, who I have nothing against, but it really feels like Kira could have (should have) filled her spot. Especially since Hikari didn't have a proper introduction for a new player. "Oh, Liam has a new girlfriend who's a kitsune ? Welcome to the team I guess."

4. The villains...here's where I have more of an issue. So the Nogitsune makes a comeback. Which is fine; I saw that coming as far back as the trailers. 

But the movie's other Big Bad is Adrian Harris, with no explanation for his survival. I mean sure, a slashed throat/strangulation is an injury you can survive, but the chances are often slim.

I could have easily bought this Big Bad Duumvirate, if there wasn't something that stuck out; Stiles wasn't there. 

I can accept that Stiles isn't part of the story. I can accept Stydia splitting up (albeit begrudgingly). But Stiles was the Nogitsune’s primary tormenting victim, and the one Harris had the most beef with. You telling me he wasn't on their radar ?!

You're telling me that even if Harris survived or came back, the first thing he wouldn't do was try to access the speed force and pull some Eobard Thawne buffoonery on Stiles ? 

Get out of town!

Anyways, the Nogitsune was a serviceable villain, but I feel like Harris could have been replaced with another past antagonist. Say Tamara Monroe, considering she was the series cliffhanger villain, and as of this movie her arc's unresolved. They probably wouldn't have been able to pull any kind of twist with her, but she at least would fit more. 

Hell, even Theo Raeken would have been more fitting; the guy such has a proud history of subverting whatever redeeming qualities thrown his way, I still have a hard time buying his “redemption” at the end of the series. Actually, it wasn't even a redemption, it was just the one genuine Pet the Dog moment the guy actually had.

Anyways, Harris probably would have been a better fit in a story that had Stiles in it.

5. Not gonna lie, Derek's death was something sorta I saw coming.

What I mean is, I certainly saw someone in the main cast was gonna die. That's like an unspoken rule in “Next Generation” sequels. But I thought it would be someone else. If not Derek, it would be one of the parents.

Who'd I'd probably have die instead would be Chris Argent. I mean if you're gonna bring back his daughter, you'd think one consequence would be that Chris would die in her place.

Derek's death, I'm more mixed on, but ultimately accept. I would have preferred if Chris was the one with the heroic sacrifice. I still think it would be a more fitting end than Derek’s.

I heard some complaints that Scott and Allison pretty much adopted Eli, but I didn't see it that way. When Scott and Eli interacted, I got more of an uncle/nephew vibe than any father/son thing. 

The way I see it, Eli just has a large support system following his father's death; a support system that just now includes Scott and Alison. And let's be honest, there's no way and hell Derek is gonna let Peter raise him.

I've been told this was intended to be the start of a trilogy, so if we get sequels, hopefully they'll fill us in on what we missed.

[gerec]

Do you have any fic recs where Charles and/or Erik are animals? Or maybe just different species? I recently read a fic where they’re birds and now I’m desperate for more haha

Hi Anon, I assume the fic you read was Little Birds by winterhill? If not you should definitely get on that right away :D

This list got much longer than I expected and there's an inordinate number of cat!Charles fics for some reason lol. Anyway, all of these fics are amazing and feature either one or both as animals (or inanimate objects, yes read the teacups it's a personal favorite of mine!). I did not include anything about werewolves or satyrs/fauns in this list because there are TONS and would easily fill their own rec lists.

Hope you enjoy!

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Other Crabs Cannot Be Trusted by groovyphilia

Erik is a hermit crab and proud. He is also stalking a shore crab named Charles.

In which everybody in XMFC is a crab.

As The Crow Flies by groovyphilia

Erik-the-raven has seemingly made Charles' living room his permanent residence, much to Charles' despair. A kind world would allow him a peaceful, bird-less life, he was sure.

He firmly believes this until it actually happens.

This Harbour (that we call home) by nekosmuse, verilyvexed

It's hard not to get swept away by Charles' enthusiasm. The idea of finding others like him--of belonging--is seductive, but it is the thought of spending his life at this man's side that decides it. Crane or man, Erik cannot help but fall into Charles' orbit.

An alternate meeting loosely based on the Japanese folktale, The Crane Wife.

The Marimo Prince by elbatross

There in a kingdom in the crowded little body of water called Lake Xavier, ruled by a little Prince named Charles. Prince Charles can only become King when he meets his mate, but a little mutant marimo like him can only dream to find one just as he dreams of the Dry World above his little world underwater. Then, one day, there's a bird...

Tea for Two Teacups by baehj2915

I wrote about Charles and Erik as teacups based on this image from tumblr. You should definitely take a look at that post to see what Charles and Erik look like as teacups.

Swimming with Sharks by Not_You

Erik used to be a shark. Now he's not, and has to figure out how to be a good human father to his twins. Charles is willing to help.

The Westchester Zoo Chronicles by cloudyjenn (Unfinished)

When a new penguin comes to the zoo, Charles is convinced the humans have brought him a mate.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

But The Cat Came Back by twelve_pastels

“Oh, look! It’s Charles, and he’s been transformed into a cat by a malevolent government program! I wonder how I can change him back and thereby secure his love forever and ever, amen?”

The Cat's Meow by ferretbaby

Based off a prompt on kink meme: When Erik offends a potential recruit to the Brotherhood, the mutant gets back at him by turning his beloved cat into a human being. Cue Charles pouncing on Erik, waking up all over him, trying to sleep over Hank's computer cause it's warm, chasing birds, caressing himself over other people and overall bothering Erik until he gets petted and purrs happily. There is sexy time eventually. Notes/Warnings: Slight Beastiality (Charles is half cat here), sex, crack, romance.

Having Kittens by so_shhy

'My boyfriend is a pregnant female telepathic cat,' Erik said. 'I think this time I'm entitled to panic.'

Strays by Teacandles

Raven's handicapped corgi Charles has a bad habit of finding stray kittens and bringing them home with him. One day, instead of finding an adorable kitten, Charles befriends a rough-and-tumble alley cat. Hank is not amused.

the pawsitively unfurtunate tail of his royal majesty king charles the third by ikeracity 

A vicious curse transforms Charles Xavier, High King of Westchester, into a cat. This is very unfortunate for a number of reasons.

You're Not a Sarlacc by Pangea

Charles is a bounty hunter on a mission that requires him to brave the harsh, unforgiving desert of Tatooine.

Things do not exactly go as planned.

the fisher king's son by spikeface

charles is a merman. au, references to trauma.

More Things in Heaven and Earth by Alaceron

Erik doesn't believe in mermaids.

And then he meets Charles.

Sea Change by Red

The end of the semester means Charles is even more the absent-minded professor than his norm.

But he’s sure he would remember seeing someone like Erik at the laundromat, let alone stealing a pelt.

Carpe Tentaculum by issabella, traumschwinge

From the shallow depths of the sea close to the shore, Erik has watched Charles for quite some while now, deeming him finally worthy of being his human mate. However, it's not so simple to seduce a human when you're an octopus yourself...

Strange things out there in that deep blue sea by professor

The ultimate crackfic of ultimate destiny: a.k.a. the one where tentacle!Charles knocks up wereshark!Erik with sharktopus babies. Erik is less than thrilled with being Octomom.

Carcharodon (Crooked Teeth Remix) by septicwheelbarrow 

Erik is a wereshark. Charles is the human in love with him.

A Paddling Of Two by helens78 

Charles Xavier, a telepathic duck, meets Erik Lehnsherr, a metallokinetic duck.

High Tide by velvetcadence 

"Teen Charles is on holiday on a remote island his family owns and has been enjoying being on his own.

He’s having fun, reading books, playing in the sea but, more and more often, when he’s in the water, he feels touches, light strokes against his feet, his shins. And they get bolder with time, though never threatening, so Charles is intrigued, and not afraid.

One night, he can’t sleep and goes on the pier to cool off, not realizing he’s going into his first heat. Except he’s not alone, and someone intends to help him go through it. –insert tentacles porn here-. And Charles enjoys it, very much."

Plutomagneto by velvetcadence (Unfinished)

Space probe: noun. An unmanned spacecraft designed to explore the solar system and transmit data back to earth. 

RAVN embarks on a decade-long journey to uncover the mysteries of the distant planet Pluto.

'Til Spade and Hearse by velvetcadence

Charles the book and Erik the bookmark have been with their owner for as long as they can remember.

Or, a retelling of a love story from unusual narrators.

[gorgynei]

ive followed your for a while and i think youre pretty cool and your love for werewolves has now infected me. do you have any media recs about wolves?

oh my god YES I DO are you kidding? okay. here's a collection of my biggest recommendations in no particular order

an american werewolf in london (movie) and ginger snaps (movie) are cult classics and SO GOOD. aawil is everything you want out of a tragic 1980s werewolf movie and more. ginger snaps is everything that 1980s werewolf movies didnt have with some very fun puberty + inevitability of transformation themes thrown in. both are required for u to follow this blog (kidding, but watch them!!!)

rules for werewolves (book) is a sooo insanely good and no one has read it enough so i HEAVILY recommend it!!! it's a major reason i think about werewolves the way i do and soo unique and creative. the writing style is intoxicating and kind of like a script but without stage directions- really lets your imagination take over

lycanthropy and other chronic illnesses (book) is a fun read, no masterpiece but the themes and disability stuff did have me choking up at one point so if youre into that give it a try!!! i also LOVE the werewolf description + design in laoci, its very unique and i adore it

i don't think critical role (ttrpg actual play) counts as a strictly "werewolf media" but chetney pock o'pea IS an excellent werewolf that intentionally defies a lot of common stereotypes and uses it as an allegory for mental illness! in a similar vein, ylfa snorgelson from dimension 20's neverafter (ttrpg actual play) is a GREAT werewolf and one of my favorites message wise, even though i haven't actually seen much of neverafter yet. so if you like actual plays, check those out

i'd also be a fool not to mention the werewolf pride movement!! its an academic thesis, not really a media, but HUGELY impactful to my werewolf thoughts and an excellent read for any looking for some interesting queer werewolf commentary!

speed round for werewolf medias i like but don't have much to say about: wolfwalkers (movie), silver bullet (movie), after dark (webcomic), wolfblood (tv series), teen wolf (tv series, season one is good the rest is not), and werewolves within (movie)

am i forgetting any? yes probably. but thats a good start 👍👍

[mochiwrites]

Hello Mochi pls tell me like… whatever you’d be willing to share about songbird vampire lore? Their culture their biology etc? :D

EHEHEHE YES ABSOLUTELY.

oh my god okay, void I need to preface to you that I have a whole document of world building lore ( belle has seen it and their reaction to it was :chefs kiss: )

ALRIGHT. SONGBIRD VAMPIRES. this will probably be in a fic at some pointish?? but I'm never quite sure what details will Exactly go in and what won't. so lore dump time! I'm gonna put it all under a read more

okay, let's first talk about how vampires were even created. and this kinda gets more into like, general songbird supernatural lore anyways.

all supernaturals were originally human. but something happened, and a few humans were mutated (let it be known that the world is magical. there is innate magic in the world and little pockets of magic that can be nurtured in full on realms. but that magic is all latent in the beginning) and those mutations brought about the beginning of creatures like werewolves and vampires. it all depends on whatever the mutated humans were hit with. if they were mutated by magic, chances are they'd become the first fae, or other creatures that feed on magic and stuff.

so we have that vampires came from humans but like. their development was shifted wildly to the left.

great, wonderful okay. I think their evolution to the current day vampires were absolutely slow, it probably started off with them feeding from animals for blood and as their magic grew in strength, animals weren't enough so they moved on to people. etc, etc. we know how evolution works here.

eventually we hit a point where vampires stop evolving, and they're our favorite little bloodsuckers that we all know and love <3

so the biggest thing about vampires in songbird is that they're top of the food chain. like, out of every supernatural, vampires hold the most power. they're the ones in charge, that's why it's called the vampire council, not smth like the council of supernaturals. each species may have their own inner governing and hierarchy, but ultimately, everyone answers to the vampire council.

and fun fact! okay wait, pause on the fun fact. first. I am a big european history nerd okay. I love learning about europe's history and everything and OUGH. right, okay. preface over, back to the fun fact (you'll see why I mention this)

so fun fact! the vampire council wasn't created until like. the middle of the eighteenth century??? so about the middle/nearing the end of the enlightenment era. long story short, there was a lot of in fighting with the supernaturals, as at the time they had a system similar to a monarchy, but as we know from humans, the enlightenment was a time of humanism and philosophy and dismantling the monarchies that ruled them. in that regard, we can Specifically look at the french revolution (my favorite history topic btw) where the french quite literally overthrew king louis and queen marie antoinette.

the humans enlightenment era kind of rubbed off on the supernatural population, and it had them thinking. but that's all I'll say for now <3

with vampires being at the top of the food chain, naturally they ended up being the ones in power, hence the vampire council. Most supernaturals are alright with this, but there are some that are... less than pleased.

that's pretty much the Full backstory of songbird vampires. as for lil quirks they have, we know from mumbo and grian's discussion that vampires can actually go out in the daylight! they just need some kind of coverage to protect them from the sun. we Also know that they have magic, and we've seen from mumbo and jrum that vampires can all have different abilities.

though there's maybe like one or two abilities that they all have??? compulsion is one of them, as we saw with mumbo. and then ofc there's also the increased strength, sight, hearing, etc etc

we do also have a clan/coven system! there's 13 clans of vampires, the leader of each clan being a member of the vampire council. each clan can be broken up into smaller subgroups, that's the covens. I'll leave other details hush hush since I know when they'll be explained <3

there's also a super fun fact that all vampires are just chronic insomniacs FJFHFJG. back before the council was established, it used to be that vampires slept during the day and were awake at night. however, when you're in an ongoing fight against another supernatural (whether it be person or big group) your sleeping habits change in case of a surprise attack. and so the whole sleeping during the day thing sort of just fizzled out, and younger vampires have really wonky sleep schedules.

aaaaand then we've got thralls. ohhhh thralls are Fun in songbird. so. thralls here aren't just humans. they can be other vampires or other supernaturals. all it takes is drinking blood from that same vampire a few times, a blood bond. except the way thralls are Specifically played here is they're sort of in the this in-between state of humanoid and vampire. they have the looks of a human, yet all they have keeping them going are the characteristics of a vampire, the instincts.

thralls in songbird are humanoid creatures who don't speak, act human, but are led purely by their bloodthirsty instinct. throw in that extreme desire and loyalty to their vampire, and you have the perfect puppet. also the fun thing is rather than the classic two fangs, you've got thralls who have a full set of pointy teeth. fangs. a full mouth of fangs. and they're driven by a more... animalistic instinct, I guess?

sooooo yeah. songbird vampire lore dump!!! :D

[pursuitseternal]

A bit about me…

While my many book boyfriends have gone into hiding by the recent allure of Rings of Power Sauron… I have fully indulged my renewed creativity by writing two fics on my AO3:

“Touch the Darkness:” au, but in the world of Rings of Power. Galadriel enters Mordor under the guise of rejection by the Elves to accept Sauron’s offer of queenship. But she has more to her acceptance, a secret mission that will help her kind against his growing darkness. She must gain Sauron’s trust through deception… and seduction, without succumbing to his dark desires herself. Many NSFW scenes, light bondage (but with magic), oh, and Nenya makes many cameos. 🖤🔥💍

“Beautiful Creature of Darkness:” a Phantom of the Opera, gothic literature inspired AU. In the aftermath of Morgoth’s defeat, a new kingdom of the elves rises on the ruins of Dol Guldur, reigned over by King Finrod, who has survived his traumatic trials with the werewolves in the first age. Galadriel chafes under her brother’s rule, he is not the same as once she knew him. But, when a mysterious Voice speaks to her alone, singing praises of her strength, of her beauty, and promising her the crown of a queen, her heart finds solace. And desire. Also many NSFW scenes (including Vampire Sauron), and werewolves! I try to update this one every Phantom Phic Phriday ❤️‍🔥🌹🐺

Also home of the “Dark Lord Dick Measuring” comedy series, because apparently I can write comedy AND romantic smut…

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

Hands down, this is my favorite fantasy read of the year!

I think, however, that the thing I loved most about The Forgotten Goddess is that it dives right into the character meetings and drama. Sure, I love a good world building and character-building story, but this one builds as the story progresses from the very first chapter. I liked that it wasn't a hundred pages of info dump before diving into the action. You get the action from the very beginning!

This book also has a little bit of everything. There's humor, there are feel-good moments, action, magical moments, and angst. Ugh, the angst!

I flipped page after page, not wanting to put the book down. And then when it was finally over, I was an emotional wreck. I have no idea how I'm gonna hold out for book 2 lol.

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts..

* Rhea flipping off Ethan in the bookstore and making him laugh has me grinning like an idiot 🤗 They only said a handful of words to each other! How am I already shipping it..? 🤔 😆

* How the hell did I not know werewolves were going to be part of this 😨

* Holy shit. She saw through his Mirage. It’s meant to be 😏 lol

* So Ethan is Hermes..

* Shit. The shifters took the girls 😒 Come on, wake up and fuck shit up!

* Well nevermind. Fucking collars.

* Oh hell yes! She still has access to her powers! 🙌🏻

* Lupo went from being a creep to a raging asshole. Big middle finger for you, my dude 🖕🏽

* Ugh.. I feel so bad for the girls 😩

* They’re saved. Oh thank god. And even unconscious, she called Hermes’ name 😏 I ship it even more now 😂

* Goddamn. She exploded out of her cuffs. Good for her. I didn’t like the whole mind violation.

* “Well, I’ll just come out and say it. Rhea, you’re an immortal goddess.” — Lmfao. Way to drop the bomb, Atlas 😂

* Her memories.. aren’t hers? 🥺

* Kind of jealous of the portlet system lol. I wish we could transport food and stuff into our homes like nothing.

* Man, Hermes does not like Flint lol.

* Four elements. You lucky duck 😏

* Flint and Rhea in the closet.. ugh. Hermes ripping the door open and being livid.. 😍

* Aww. That “almost” moment in the hallway out her apartment had me so excited. But she thinks it’s only a joke 🥺

* Oh. Oh no. The dreams are memories.. and he couldn’t feel the mate bond with her 😩

* Damien 💔

* “Turn. It. Off.” — whoa. Klaus Mikaelson flashbacks 😂

* Oohhh. That close call with Lupo had my heart pounding.

* Who the fuck was in Rhea’s apartment 🤔

* Awww. Rhea and Callie’s friendship is everything 🥰 That panic attack was starting to make me tense 😬

* Another memory? Only this time she’s a different person? And Ares smiling sadly as he tells her, “You are home. As I always remind you.” Don’t tell me they’re related 👀 😬

* Temple of Kukulcán? Now I’m having a Namor flashback from Black Panther 2 😂

* Oh. Not related. He wants her to rule with him.. No, sir. You can’t have her.

* Oh no. Achilles had to kill Patroclus 💔💔💔

* Fuckkkk. That memory of the car crash..? Brutal.

* Where the fuck did Rhea end up after Atlas put her in the portal?!

* “I found you. I’ll always find you.” — well I was supposed to stop reading for the night, but guess who’s reading one more chapter?

* ATHENA TOO?! 💔 And they think she’s a spy 😩 Wtf, man.

* “Just survive” — those words are gonna make me cry 😔

* Ohhh, fuck you, Flint! I can’t believe y’all kidnapped aunt Demi.

* Aunt Demi!!!! 🥺

* Medusa is GORGEOUS 😍

* “I’m sorry, I don’t have separate cottages for everyone.” — do I sense forced proximity? And hopefully only one bed? 😂

* One bed, one bed, one bed! 😏

* Hermes is having pervy thoughts and I’m here for it.

* Oh come on! The tension between these two is killing me 😩

* The Forgotten Goddess poem gave me chills!! And now we know who is responsible for the memory tampering 😬

* Dude, that training session got hot 🥵

* She’s gonna break her own heart and leave..? I don’t like it here anymore 😭

* They finally kissed!!!! Please don’t leave, Rhea 🥺

* Holy shit. She restored Flora 😨

* She’s his mate.. but their connection is severed. Why are you doing this to me 😩

* “Don’t you see? Not even death is strong enough to keep us apart. We have found each other a hundred times, and I’ll find you a hundred more. Across every lifetime, in any realm, my soul belongs to no one else but you.” — what the fuck are you doing to me, Rebekah?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

* Aunt Demi..? 🥺 You- you’re with Ares?

* Ana?! Why the fuck is there so much betrayal 💔

* THEY FUCKING DIDNT!? Did his sword just pierce who I think it did?????

* We know her name. We know her name! We finally know who she is.

* More betrayal?! For fuck’s sake, man.

* Wait.. what?! It can’t end like this. I need book two asap!

[barneswilsonrogers]

Trope game!

thank you for the tag @writerkenna

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 -> don’t care either way

10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional

Age Gap: 5

only if its silver fox steve and the age gap is not big

Codependency: 5

I like it only to an extent. If it’s too extreme then it becomes annoying as fuck. Especially if the main ship hurt other people/treat other people like they’re less important than their partner (iykyk)

I also never saw the appeal of a character who commit s*icide because their partner dies. Yall are not Romeo and Juliet calm down.

Enemies to lovers: 6

It’s not my favorite. I would only click if I like both characters equally. Also sometimes this trope can easily turns into a toxic relationship which I dislike.

Enemies With Benefits: 6

what’s the difference between this and enemies to lovers?? arent they the same lol

Fake Dating/Relationship: 7

I've read a couple of sambucky/samsteve fics like this and they're always fun.

Found Family: 10

This is my shit! Cap quartet is my favorite example.

Friends To Lovers: 10

yep another one of my faves! it's why I love samsteve so much.

Friends With Benefits: 5

meh

Hurt/Comfort: 8

I loveeee it so much esp if it gets steamy at the end hehe

Love Triangle: -1

I used to love it when I was younger but now it's poly or else

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 7

I love it esp if the writer is skilled and there are many twists and turns along the way

Monster Fu… Relationship: 0

I dont understand loool is it like Venom and Eddie? is it one of those abo Werewolves thing? I'm not against it I just don't get it lmaoiksdnfk idk these fics are not my radar thats all

Does vampire count because I do ship loustat and lestat is kind of a monster 😂

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: -1

Sorry but most of the times, the dialogue makes me cringed!!! So I rather avoid them lmao

Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 10

Duh?? i ship sambucky

Poly: 10

YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES in the mcu i ship samstevebucky, clintbuckynat, stevebuckypeggy, rhodeytonypepper - they're all amazing

Pregnancy: 8

I'm a sap i love domestic things

Second Chance: 8

Oh, this is beautiful esp if it's about Steve Rogers building a new life after he wakes up and making the most of it because he's grateful to have a second chance.

Sex To Feelings: 8 oh yes. always a yes.

Slowburn: 8 I love when a story is so good and you don't want it to end so please make it as slow as you want lol

Soulmates: -1 yeah idk sometimes it works, sometimes it too predictable

tagging! (with 0 pressure): @alivedean @lilacevans @love-buckybarnes @margaretacarter and anyone of my mutuals