#or the werewolf reveal

[fogsy-feel]

Debating on whether or not I should just post the Sterek Fic. It's at 20k and not even remotely done (was supposed to be a oneshot) but now it's looking like I might have to post it in chapters.... which would put ANOTHER wip on my ao3

[thatsbelievable]

[uhhh-ghouls007]

Put that down!!

[blaiddraws]

surprise! I'm doing whumptober apparently. first one is an alt prompt, "secrets revealed". looks like someone caught were-zoroark zisu at a bad moment 🤔

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Laura’s expression after Ryan says “Maybe Neither” about Dylan and Kaitlyn looks like such a “yeah that’s bullshit” expression to me lmao

[crazysnor1ax]

The boys saw the Halloween leaks, they are SO excited about a potential sister :D

[blorboazula]

as much as I love soft fluffy wenclair, I also want murder gfs. one's a borderline sociopath and the other's a goddamned werewolf, I need fics of them covered in the blood of their victims.

I won't write it because 1) not a fanfic writer and 2) I'm apparently incapable of writing stuff without turning into smut.

[avirxy]

I ofter monster hunter sketches

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

The Werewolf | 1956

[werewolfsmile]

I need to know your thoughts on what was going through werewolf!Eliot's mind wen the team was filming Howl Force, the werewolves-attack-NATO movie in "The Stork Job"

Ohhh myy goodnessss I completely forgot about that!!!!!!

Eliot took one look at the script and rolled his eyes so hard that it hurt.

He definitely encountered some local werewolves on the set and they all shared commiserating looks of can you believe we're producing this crap??

His training and discipline were the only things stopping him from interrupting filming with corrections every time the 'werewolves' did something completely inaccurate.

The pre-recorded howls used on the film set are not from wolves local to the region where the movie is set. Eliots tries really, really hard to let it go ... he can't.

"Wha- No! We're not changing the wolf howls just because you think it's the wrong wolf dialect or something. That doesn't even make sense."

"It's a very distinctive howl, Nate!"

"We're not even really making this movie!"

(fun fact: wolves actually do have different 'dialects' depending on where they live in the world!)

The only good thing to come out of that movie experience (y'know, aside from the con they were pulling) was knowing that none of the werewolf lore in the movie was accurate. Eliot doesn't have to worry about his secret being exposed in that way.

Later, when the Big Reveal happens, Hardison remembers this movie plot and how annoying Eliot was on the set when he wasn't conning Irina.

"Wait, Eliot, hold up. Howl Force is real??"

"Are you kiddin' me?? Y'think werewolves would have any reason to kill NATO troops? That movie was a disgrace!"

"I liked the howls."

"Dammit, Parker!"

Sophie is instantly bitter about the reminder of her lost reel.

[maybemockingbird]

Since my cozy horror, paranormal boys love romance web novel The Night Farm's first season is finally done on both Patreon and Tapas, I wanted to share the full wrap (small changes pending) to the physical edition with cover art by the amazing K. Lynn Smith! This series is perfect for fans of Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, and other cozy slice-of-life games and webcomics/manga, titles like Welcome to Night Vale, Gravity Falls, and Love Tractor. Pre-orders will open for the public on the 17th and include a small pre-order discount, a bundle of fun goodies, and you can upgrade to a coffee mug bundle, too!

I'm SO excited to share the physical edition with everyone, and I urge you all to check out the series on my Patreon (the book is available for $1 a month and season two will be coming along shortly) or my Tapas (on a several week delay). I ONLY sell my books through my website, so you'll have to buy directly from me if you want a physical copy, but I ship quickly and send goodies with every package!

[writing-whump]

Feverish cuddles

Just a fluffy thing with feverish Seline and the boys.

The door opened and closed with a thud way too loud for Seline's ears.

She wasn't sure what was wrong. Just that she felt like when she had low sugar after coffee or something super sweet - she was shaky, vaguely nauseous and brittle. But eating didn't help, in fact, the baguette she got herself on the way was sitting all weird in her stomach.

Too greasy. She already hated thinking about her, and it was just a half an hour ago.

The living room alight despite the late evening darkness.

Matthew was sprawled laying on the couch, taking every centerimeter of it while reading a book.

"You are still at it?"

Matthew grunted, not even looking up.

Seline hadn't expected him to be such a bookworm. He liked boxing and working out and looking at his muscled arms and abs in the mirror when he thought no one was looking. He was the towering kind of tough guy one could mistake for a bodyguard, with a perpetual frown and he was proud of it.

So how he could grab a book and spend three days unresponsive by reading it was a real surprise.

A wave of affection at the sight had her letting go of her back and wiggling out of her shoes and coat half-heartedly. She didn't have the energy to be neat or to go all the way upstairs to her room to change clothes.

Seline shuffled to the couch, leaning her knees against the edge.

It took a few long seconds of staring unmovingly for Matt to look up. "What?!"

"Move," she said with a grin.

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and then simply flopped right in top of him.

Matthew's breath caught as he moved his hands and book out of the way. Seline sprawled across his chest and waist, laying on top of him, side of her face pressed against his collar bone. "You can't have the couch all for yourself," she chided.

She felt Matthew's deep sigh under her ear, whole chest moving up and down. "You could have said something. I can expand the couch-"

"Nah, this is fine."

Matthew scoffed. "Yeah, for you maybe."

When she didn't move, he raised himself up with her on top, letting her flip backwards against the other end. He was mumbling something in that complaining voice of his that Seline knew was harmless at this point as he expanded the couch to the size of a twin bed.

He lied back down on it on his back, only to splatter for air like a cat, when she glued herself to his side again.

"You have space. Roll over there."

"Noooo. You are warm." She knew it sounded whiny and she didn't care. Her hands and feet were freezing, everything was uncomfortable and her bones weighed her down. No way she was giving up on any comfort in vicinity.

She threw her hand over his waist and when he grumbled but didn't move away, relaxed. When she closed her eyes, the world didn't spin as much anymore.

Her back was still cold, only her front warmed by Matthew's incredible body heat. She let her hand slide to Matthew's stomach, finding the rim of his shirt and going under it to naked skin.

That had him shooting up in panic. "Oww! That's cold! What are you doing?!"

Her lips curled, her blue eyes wide and glassy, blinking innocently.

Matthew growled something. "When is your boyfriend coming home? Go freeze him."

But he settled back down, which she took as permission to plant both of her hands under his shirt, warmth immediately spreading all over her.

Matthew's arm came sneaking around her back, letting him lie on his shoulder, his strong arm around her. Tugging her closer while he lifted the book with his other hand to continue reading.

Seline wasn't sure if she shouldn't be offended he wasn't paying her more attention...but he was warm and comfy. She slid her hands over his stomach, flat and warm and toned, breathing out. If he found it weird, he didn't comment.

She must have drifted off to sleep, cause the next thing she knew was Isaiah kneeling next to her on the sofa.

"Hey, what's wrong with her? Did something happen?" Isaiah stoked the top of her head.

"I don't know. Didn't say. She came, attacked me and didn't move since."

Isaiah chuckled. "Oh, yes, you such a helpless victim of her attack."

He cupped the side of her face and she groaned slightly.

"This is strange. She is always so chipper and happy, when she comes back from work." He threaded his hand through her hair.

"Take her. She is overheating me," Matthew said, turning another page.

She felt Isaiah's cold lips on the side of her forehead, making a happy little noise. He didn't move for a while though.

"Yep, she's got a fever."

Ah, that was it, then.

"Sel, would you like some water? Thermometer? Paralen?" Isaiah offered.

Seline didn't open her eyes, her eyelids were too heavy. But she knew what she wanted, turning around to reach for him.

Isaiah smiled. "Baby, come on. I'll get you to bed."

"No. Stay." A shiver run down her spine. She loved it when he called her that.

"I'll be right back," he said, amused and soft and concerned all at once. How could someone say Isaiah was unfeeling? She could hear so many things in his voice.

Isaish left, which elicted a whine out of her.

Matthew all but fumed next to her at the discomfort. "Geez, he just went to hang his precious suit. Get a grip."

Seline hugged herself tightly, cold now without Matt's arm around her. "Don't be mean. I have a fever."

She could tell he rolled his eyes, shifting on the bed all annoyed, but he put the back of his hand gently to her cheek after. "Just a little. Don't be so dramatic."

Then he got up to get a blanket from the other corner of the couch, draping it over her.

Isaiah came soon after, sliding under the blanket beside her.

Seline wrapped herself around him immediately. He was warm, smelled of coffee, chocolate and coconut and let her press her face against his neck.

Isaiah rubbed the top of her back, between her shoulders, the other hand hooked in her hair at the back of her head.

Matthew turned on his side, towards them, the book rustling in his grip. But he was closer now, his stomach and chest against her back.

Seline was basically sandwiched between them both, warm from all directions. The little discomfort of the fever and shakiness was still there, but the tension melted away, her chest filling up with warm fuzziness.

She sighed contendly.

@bellysoupset

[cowboysuperhero]

werewolfed his ass

[snowangeldotmp3]

oh god having more monster hunter cowboy ronance thoughts

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey I'm looking for a fic, it's sterek but what I really remember is child stiles accompanying his dad and he gets a call to the Martin's and stiles comforts Lydia. After his mom dies Lydia's mom, Melissa and maybe jacksons mom (not sure) help John grieve. Sorry that's all I really remember

Hi @sainteddykes! @lovesouthernsweettea and @thiss-tssobroke says it could be this one.

Hear The Wheels As They Roll by crossroadswrite

(2/2 I 44,919 I Teen I Sterek)

“You can’t be here. This is private property,” someone calls out and for some reason that voice sounds painfully familiar.

When it hits him why, Stiles almost chokes with the realization, “Derek Hale,” he says, unbelievably happy because he remembers Derek when they were young.

Derek looks grumpier, sadder, angrier. Stiles can’t really fault him for that. He also looks surprised that Stiles knows who he is. He squint/glares suspiciously at him, his nostrils flare for a second before he widens his eyes almost dramatically.

“Stiles,” he says quietly, like he can’t really believe it.

Stiles beams, “Yeah, you remember me!”

[coraniaid]

In a better world -- a world where Riot Games were happy to spend millions more dollars on a third season of Arcane, and also to spend some of that money on hiring more talented writers -- Season 2 would actually properly commit to Caitlyn's descent into evil. (Well, relative descent: she was already a cop after all.)

She shouldn't have just been a passive puppet or an innocent naif being led astray by the bad Noxians. She should have actively been involved in setting up all the detention camps and checkpoints in Zaun, and in crushing internal dissent from people loyal to the surviving Council members and empowering her own loyalists in Piltover. That's the direction she seemed to be heading in at the end of Act 1, and then she just ... didn't. She thought better of it when the cameras weren't on her, I guess. There's nothing wrong with having a timeskip between Act 1 and Act 2, but there is something wrong if all the interesting character development happens implicitly during this timeskip.

And equally we should have seen much more of Sevika trying to mold Jinx into a figurehead to rally Zaun behind. (More of Sevika generally, to be honest. Does she ever even learn that Jinx is the one who killed Silco?) We should have actually seen Vi struggling to cope in a world without the support of either Cait or her sister, instead of her just being passed from one to the other as the plot required. (The prison sex scene in Act 3 is fun, but the context and pacing around it is ridiculous. And I think that's just emblematic of Vi's arc all season: she's part of Cait's story, and part of Jinx's story, but the show doesn't do anything like enough to make those two versions of Vi consistent from one scene to the other.)

In this reimagined Season 2, Act 1 could have stayed mostly the same, but Act 2 should have lasted longer and gone further, replacing almost all of canon Act 3. I'd spend more time on Jinx's jailbreak sequence, cut the Singed/Warwick/Vander stuff until much later -- I think Jinx finding out more about Silco and Vander's past is fine, but I wish it didn't dominate her arc this season quite so much -- and have Vi and Jinx reunite at Viktor's camp later for some other reason. Maybe give Lest an expanded role as representative of some kind of underground opposition to Caitlyn's rule in Piltover in Mel's absence. And then, rather than Cait switching sides again the minute her ex calls her cupcake, why not have her react to finding out that Viktor is harboring Jinx -- the woman who killed her mother, remember? -- and ordering the camp stormed to capture her? She's a military dictator: we can surely at least let her be responsible for some dead children.

Then, with the penultimate episode showing things at their bleakest, with Vi and Cait and Jinx all at violent cross-purposes, with Viktor possibly dead and Jayce and Ekko and Heimerdinger all still unaccounted for, we can have the last episode be ... more or less the exact canon episode 7 we got. That episode was the best of the season, and would have been a great place for a season-ending cliffhanger too (with Ekko not knowing how bleak the world he was fighting to return to had become).

All the other stuff the season was trying to cram in -- Vi and Jinx learning their father was (sort of) still alive and reuniting again; Singed suddenly having a role in the story beyond 'hangs around with Silco looking sinister sometimes'; Mel being abducted and (somehow) learning magic; the (presumbly much more interesting to people who actually care about LoL lore) stuff about the Black Rose; Ambessa launching a coup of her own and trying to take over Piltover by force; whatever was going on with Viktor's visions of Skye and his grand plan to 'evolve' humanity into an army of mindless zomies --could have happened in a putative Season 3.

A Season 3 which I wouldn't have watched, because all that stuff is pretty silly.