#shared this on discord. but thought I'd share it here too

[salty-an-disco]

Concept: post-leaving the cabin ending Quiet and Shifty, because they're still gods, just in a smaller form, most mortals struggle fully seeing what they look like.

Quiet just looks like a shadowy silhouette of a human, with maybe wings that sometimes appear, sometimes not. And even the Shifty's Stranger heart seems like just a regular person, tho no one can agree what they actually look like.

People don't usually give them a second thought, but the moment they try to describe them to others, or get a good look at them, they realize it's impossible to do so and get headaches. Only Quiet and Shifty (and all their smaller pieces) can see each other for what they truly are.

[inkz123]

Killer bullying meee ; ;

[swampybogg]

☠️🥀

[quarklynx]

This is the good luck genshin shitpost, reblog to get good news in your near future too

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

Building a Support Network (when work gets messy)

Hello friends. Hello work week.

In the spirit of getting through, I wanted to start this Monday off by sharing a few quick thoughts about how to keep your head when something at work crosses a line (harassment, retaliation, just a gut-level this isn’t okay thing).

In my experience, it's easy to veer into full on self-protection mode. By either shutting down completely or oversharing too fast. That's normal, but trust me, it can backfire. One moment of panic or pressure can lock you into choices you didn’t actually want to make.

You need people who help you stay grounded and make decisions that are right for you, not reactive ones fuelled by fear or rage.

WARNING: I have a feeling this one might be a longer post than usual, but I think (I hope) it’s worth it!

Assess Your Workplace First: Before you confide in anyone or take action, pause. Does this place protect its people or protect itself? Have others been supported, or quietly pushed out? Taking the pulse will help you gauge how careful you need to be, and what kind of support makes sense.

Go slow with coworkers: Even the ones who seem safe and the ones who “get it” If you share too soon, you risk gossip, misinterpretation, or triggering a formal response before you’re ready. You deserve time to process and decide what you want to do.

Pay attention to who isn’t helpful: If someone dismisses it, changes the subject, or says “Are you sure it was that bad?” that may seem neutral, but I'd say it's a red flag. You’re not wrong to notice who makes you feel smaller.

Try trained support: Hotlines and harassment-specific services exist for moments like this, not just worst case scenarios. You don’t need a full story, just a place to think out loud with someone who won’t judge, push, or oversimplify.

Friends & family aren’t always it: Sometimes the people closest to you don’t know how to help. Start with someone who truly listens - who doesn’t immediately problem-solve, give ultimatums, or make it about themselves. Your needs have to come first here.

Look for survivor spaces: Online communities. like subreddits, Discords, private groups, can help you feel less alone. But a lot of advice is U.S.-based. If you’re in Canada, double-check legal guidance locally before taking steps at work.

Build a layered team: A steady friend, a trained listener, a survivor community. Each offers something different, and together they give you options and a feeling of control when things feel chaotic.

Rule of Thumb: Caution is wise and boundaries are healthy. Taking your time doesn’t make you weak. it makes you smart. And if you can find even one person who helps you feel clear, grounded, and believed, that’s a solid start. The rest? You get to choose.

TL;DR = Partly covered in this nice article.

And a really solid Canadian-based Reddit for support with workplace sexual harassment.

Take care & much love 🥰

[jjjjisun]

Sweat & Desire

Sooyoung X Male OC | 2119 words

TW: Incest

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Request from Discord: Snsd sooyoung with her 21 year old nephew. Her nephew and her went to the gym for a workout, but things go feral when Sooyoung wants a harder workout

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Author's note: I'm still sick :<

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In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay our local gym, "Fitness.mode." I'd been frequenting it since I moved in with my mom after my dad's sudden passing. The spacious, echoing arena buzzed with familiar faces and shout-outs between regulars. Yet, my heart hadn't truly been in it until today.

Sooyoung, my mom's younger sister, was a rush of color and energy among the monotonous machines. She'd shown up unannounced, eagerly wanting to join my workout routine. Her laughter filled the space, drawing unwanted eyes. I couldn't blame them; she was gorgeous, all curves and confident. But she was also my aunt, or so I kept reminding myself.

We started on the treadmills side by side, breaths syncing as our muscles warmed up. She kept chattering about the new coffee shop downstairs, her hands animated, grazing mine occasionally. Her fingers were soft, and her laughter infectious. I found myself leaning in, forgetting we were in public.

"Hey, watch it, Speed Racer," she teased, as I nearly collided with her when she suddenly stopped. Our faces were inches apart, her breath minty and warm. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, echoing hers. Then she did something unexpected—she winked, and my world tipped slightly.

Circuit training followed, and shared mats and weights led to near-misses and unintended touches. There was a tension building, electric and undeniable. Her boyfriend, what's-his-name, was far from her mind, or at least, she seemed to want me to think so. Each time our skin brushed, she'd linger, hold my gaze, bite her lip. Was this just our newfound fitness high, or something more?

She "accidentally" dropped the medicine ball in the middle of reps. I reached for it, and she did too, our fingers tangling, breasts pressing together. We froze. Her eyes were pools of brown smoke, drawing me in. Her lips parted, inviting. The world around us blurred. I could smell her, citrus and sweat and something uniquely Sooyoung.

Desire coursed through me, hot and primitive. I wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her till she melted. My cock hardened, throbbing against my gym shorts. She had to feel it pressed against her belly. She must have, because she gasped, her pupils dilating.

"Umm," I ranted out, finally breaking the spell. She laughed, a breathless, hungry sound, and picked up the ball. But her eyes never left mine, promising MORE.

We finished our workout in silence, tingling tension palpable between us. As we walked out, sweat-slicked and breathless, I glanced at her, my aunt, my Sooyoung. And I knew, tonight, we'd ignite.

Sooyoung was waiting for me at the gym entrance, her hair still damp from a post-work shower, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. "I thought we could use the studio tonight," she said, nodding towards the soundproof room reserved for private training sessions. My stomach fluttered. I knew what that room was used for, and it wasn't just push-ups and squats.

"I thought you had plans," I replied, trying to hide my eagerness. Her "plans" were her boyfriend, but we both knew that was a sham.

"I changed them," she smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You're more fun anyway." She grabbed my hand, leading me down the familiar hallway. My pulse quickened at her touch, her palm warm and smooth against mine. I could feel the pressure building, the temptation pushing against the boundaries of our relationship. But fuck it, I wanted her. And so did she.

The studio was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. She closed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click. "Just in case anyone gets any ideas," she murmured, turning to me. Her eyes were hungry, devouring me whole. I couldn't help but smile, my body responding to her, my cock hardening in my workout shorts.

She stepped closer, her breath ragged. "You know, I've been thinking about you," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, neck, and chest. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through me.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire. I gripped her hips, pulling her against me. She gasped, feeling my hardness pressed against her stomach. Her eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Fuck, she was killing me.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers. Our lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss. Tongues clashed, teeth clicked, and we groaned into each other's mouths. She tasted like mint and desire, and I couldn't get enough.

Her hands sliced under my shirt, nails digging into my back, marking me. I growled, cupping her ass, lifting her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heat pressing against my cock. Fuck, I needed more. I needed all of her.

I backed her against the mirrored wall, pressing her against it, grinding into her. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her tits against my chest. I trailed my mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me there, urging me on.

I grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it off smoothly. Her breasts spilled out, glorious and round, straining against the lace of her bra. I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, while my fingers rolled and tugged at the other. She cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps.

I slipped my hand into her shorts, finding her wet and ready. She moaned as my fingers slipped inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit. She was so fucking hot, so fucking ready. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her juices coating my hand.

"Fuck, Jae," she gasped, her hips moving in time with my hand. "More. I need more."

I removed my fingers, licking them clean, tasting her sweetness. She watched, her eyes wide and wanton. I unbuttoned my shorts, pushing them down, my cock springing free. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around me, taking me deep. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair, guiding her.

But I needed more. I needed to be inside her. I pulled her up, turning her around to face the mirror. She braced her hands against it, looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes fiery. I pushed her shorts down, her ass round and firm. I rubbed my cock against her, coating it with her juices. Then, holding her gaze, I pushed inside.

We both gasped, our eyes locked in the mirror. I gripped her hips, pulling out slowly, then slamming back in. She moaned, meeting my thrusts, pushing back against me. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps, the scent of sweat and sex.

I reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles pulsing around me. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I growled. "Come all over my cock."

And she did, her body shaking, her mind screaming. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up.

We stayed like that momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. In the mirror, I could see the Mark of my mouth on her neck, her breasts heaving, her eyes closed in sated pleasure. She leaned back against me, her body pliant.

"This is a dangerous game we're playing, Sooyoung," I whispered, my lips against her ear.

"I know," she replied, turning her head to kiss me. "But fuck it. I've always loved a good challenge."

And with that, she pushed away from the mirror, ready for round two. I smiled, my body already responding. This night was far from over.

We stumbled into the gym's far corner, away from the late-night stragglers, our bodies still feverish from the studio. Sooyoung's nipples were hard, visible through her sports bra, and her face flushed. She pushed me against the wall, her hands eager, finding the waistband of my compression shorts.

"Fuck, Jae," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around my cock. "I need this. Need you." Her voice was a growl, primal and hungry.

I groaned, my head falling back against the wall, as she sank to her knees. She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with debris of desire, then leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from my tip. I shuddered, my hands fisting her hair.

"So greedy," I muttered, my voice ragged.

She smirked, opening her mouth wide, taking me in. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, fucking her mouth. She took me deep, her gag reflex nonexistent, her nose brushing against my groin. Fuck, she was incredible. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building.

Just as I was about to explode, she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us. She stood, wiping her mouth, smirking. "Not yet," she said, her voice sultry. "I have other plans."

She stepped back, pulling her shorts down, her ass bare, her pussy glistening. She turned around, facing the wall, presenting herself to me. "Fuck me, Jae," she said, her voice ragged. "Hard."

I growled, grabbing her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. I pushed in, hard and fast, making her cry out. She went back against me, her ass slapping against my pelvis. We found our rhythm, our bodies moving in sync, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the quiet corner of the gym.

"Fuck, Sooyoung," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good." She moaned, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I could feel her close, her body tensing, her breathing ragged.

Suddenly, her phone rang, the sound harsh and intrusive. She paused, her body still, her orgasm interrupted. "Ignore it," I gritted out, thrusting into her again. She gasped, her body responding, but her eyes were on the phone, a crease forming between her brows.

She reached for it, her voice breathless as she answered. "Hey, what's up?" I could hear the deep baritone of her boyfriend on the other line, his voice annoyed. She listened, her face losing some of its then lust, her body still impaled on mine.

"Yeah, I'll be home soon," she said, her voice normal but her expression detached. She hung up and turned to me, her eyes filled with turmoil.

"Well, that was a buzzkill," I muttered, pulling out of her. She nodded, her arms wrapping around herself, her body suddenly guarded.

"I need to go," she said, her voice distant. "I'll just...clean up."

She walked away, leaving me standing there, my cock still hard, my brain muddled. I leaned against the wall, taking a few deep breaths, willing my body to cooperate. This game was getting messy, and I wasn't sure I liked it. But fuck, she was addictive, and I wanted more.

As I was about to leave, I saw her. She was bent over, washing her hands in the sink, her shorts still around her ankles. Her ass was a thing of beauty, round and firm, her pussy still glistening with our juices. I couldn't help myself. I walked up behind her, grabbed her hips, and plunged back inside her.

She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting me. "Jae, what are you doing?" she moaned, her head falling forward, her hair hiding her face.

"Fucking you," I growled, my hips moving. "Ignoring reality. Just like you wanted."

She moaned, her body responding, her ass pushing back against me. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. I licked and bit, marking her, claiming her. She shuddered, her body tensing, her orgasm building again.

I felt mine coming too, my body coiled tight, my breath ragged. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I grunted, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it. "Come all over my cock."

She did, her body shaking, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up, marking her.

We stayed there momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. Then I pulled out, tucking myself back into my shorts. She stood, turning to face me, her eyes filled with tenderness and regret.

"I should go," she whispered, her voice soft.

I nodded, my heart aching. "Yeah. Me too."

But as we walked away, I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And we'd be back here, in this gym, fucking like animals, ignoring the world. Because, fuck, it was good. It was too good to stop now.

[dammit-tazmuir]

Was chatting in Discord earlier about Mercymorn, about how John's whole deal is refusing change but everyone else can't help but change over time, etc, and eventually came to the conclusion "it's not that the man she loved is gone, but the woman who loved him is." This spawned further thoughts to inflict suffering so I figured I'd share them here too. 😌

Especially for Augustine and Mercy and G1deon, but probably even for Cassy to an extent too when she was still here, you know that's gotta be such a unique pain…

Seeing this person and remembering vividly you loved him, whatever flavor that might have been. Remembering all the reasons you loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to devote your whole life to him. But your life has gone on so long, and you look at him now, and everything you know you loved about him is still there. Other things have built up around it over time, slowly, subtly, and you can't ignore them, and you hate them, but everything you admired, everything you wanted to protect, it's still fucking there.

You can remember what it felt like to adore it but you can't bring yourself to feel it anymore, even if you want to, not the way you used to. You can try to convince yourself and sometimes you still feel something similar but it's never the same. You still can't quite bear to walk away, either, even if that's for a lot of reasons. But you see him and you have to think… If you could just clear away the build-up, he'd be the person you remember, and there's such a deep sense of nostalgia, a memory of a time you were happy, and you haven't been happy in such a long, long time… But you can't muster the energy to try anymore, and those parts of him don't make you happy anymore, and you know the one who's changed here is you.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ I'd die just to take another bite of you. ❞

keaton (yan!werewolf) x ftm!reader x werewolf pack | NSFW, fluff, established relationship | reader has had top surgery & significant bottom growth | wc: 5.6k

warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, violence, oral sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, needy werewolf sex, marked with cum

authors note: my needy little puppy...ough...ough!!! Listening to ▸ Who Is She? by Cheyanne / bite by Ellise Patreon | Discord

He didn’t hate that other people could see you. Keaton wasn’t that insane or insecure about himself. He knew you enjoyed your job and the friends you’d made, and most importantly, he knew he’d have no trouble decking someone in the face if they tried to flirt with you. 

But he couldn’t say he was unbothered by the strangers who glanced your way. It made something within him restless; his impulse to hide you away grows stronger and stronger the longer he’s aware of it. The awe. The curiosity. The contemplative look, that question written on their faces, ponders if they should try to shoot their shot. 

He hated that the most.

The pack tells him he’s just being a harmless puppy. It made him flush every time they brought up his age, especially when it came from you. The young, impulsive puppy that you see him as, as if he hasn’t ripped apart a mountain lion for you and pressed his still bloody snout to your neck. 

God, he wished you were in the forests and everyone else were simply mountain lions. He’d have a better excuse to rip them apart. Though the one time he confessed this to Ilya, the blonde man burst into laughter. 

“Keaton, you love trashy reality TV shows far too much to be living in the woods like animals.”

He was right – Keaton had found his creature comforts, but Ilya didn’t have to be so blunt about it. 

You were bored at home and had suggested that both of you head into town. Draping yourself across his naked chest, kissing up his neck and nibbling at his lips as you peered down at him. Sweet as honey. He simply couldn’t say no to you. Even if he preferred to be spending time with you back in bed, fucking you for the nth time. 

It was rare for him to have you for himself, okay? 

Keaton loves his other boyfriends dearly, but there were times he did not want to share! 

“Keaton, look!” his train of thought is broken by your excited chirp. The night market in this town was vibrant, with vendors selling snacks and drinks. Greasy, cheesy, little delicacies to be paired with some alcohol. It attracted a lot of people, especially people from out of town. 

He presses to your side and stares at a tray of handmade woven bracelets. 

“Harley would love these, hm?” Keaton smiles at your words, his shoulders settling. That was just like you, thinking of those mutts while staring at these pretty bracelets. They’d been gone for a few days, Ilya having to attend a supernatural meeting, whilst Harley helped Pearl with his art exhibition. Leaving you and Keaton to fend for your fort. 

It put him on edge, as much as he was excited to spend time with you. But Pearl reassured him that he could take this as a way to build his confidence. Keaton’s urge to prove himself was always present and forefront, despite how many times they’ve told him he was already worthy to begin with. Harley joined in, pressing a kiss to his temple as he murmured that he’d do a wonderful job. The reminder, coupled with your hand squeezing his own, made his shoulders relax. 

“And Pearl would love these,” he replied as he picked up a bracelet with an opalescent gem. You are awed by it, gasping at the way it reflected in the yellow lights. 

His ears twitch as he hears footsteps approaching from behind. Keaton’s jaw tightens, and you lean further into his space as another couple admires the tray of bracelets and necklaces. 

“Easy,” you whisper to him whilst keeping your eyes forward. “Nothing's going to get us here, no goblins and ghouls.” 

“Hey, goblins are very much real,” he said indignantly. “They smell like hard-boiled eggs and blue cheese.” You laugh, perching your chin on his shoulder with a scrunched-up nose.

”Gross, K,” he wraps his hand around your hip and tugs you closer. The leather jacket he wore over his hoodie was Ilya’s, and the t-shirt beneath those was Harley's. Just like how the brown jacket you wore belonged to Keaton, and the necklace around your neck was Pearl’s. Your pack was cute that way. 

A little overbearing for some, but just enough for you. 

“I don’t think Ilya can wear these, might get caught in something while he works on the bikes,” you nod at his reasoning and move on to the next stall after securing the goods. 

Keaton slips his hand further down, his supernaturally warm touch causing you to straighten your back when his palms rest on your ass. 

Out of everyone in your pack, Keaton had a knack for public indecency. It was no wonder Harley was so strict with him at times; it was rewarding to make him heel and kneel at your feet, but you suppose it was also a necessity if you were a shy thing like Harley. You were much more keen on enabling his behaviour. 

“Was my ass looking cold or something?” you muse. 

“Oh yeah, it looked frigid really.” 

You toss your head back to laugh, shoving him lightly with your elbow. Keaton doesn’t budge, just grins sharply as he relishes the moment. For a second, everything and everyone else disappears. There were only the two of you in this moment, the brisk air causing your breath to come out in puffs and the streetlights bringing out the twinkle in your eyes. 

That look in his eyes causes a shiver of delight to rush through your limbs. Was it manipulative to say you enjoyed this? The power these men, these powerful beasts, give to you when you so much as look at them? 

The desperation. The starved expression as drool pools at the corner of their lips and slips down to their chin — Keaton’s nose picks up on the shift in your scent. Subtle, but there. The tinge of heat to the comforting scent notes that make you, you. 

“We should go get drinks,” there’s a tone in your voice. This lifted tune at the end, cloying but demure. “There’s a pub nearby, it’s got good draft beer,” you tell him to lead the way. 

“Is it dark in there?” 

Keaton looks at you, those brown hues darkening as he slips his hand into your back pocket. 

It’s cold and dark. The constantly moving flow of bodies made it more humid than warm, and the wooden floors were insistent in making each step as sticky as possible. You recognised a few faces, from work or in passing. While others were new to your humble small town. That didn’t matter to you — Keaton’s presence had the crowd pushing away. Separating as he stalked through it, as though he was Moses parting the sea.

What kind of guy didn’t enjoy that? 

The locals knew both of you; they knew better than to get in the way. A gift that their forefathers had left them — that innate fear of the dark, of the cold, of the unknown beasts that wait for them beyond the woods. Keaton finds a table for both of you to chill at, and your eyes are instantly drawn to the new decorations on the wall. 

“Look at that,” Keaton tilts his head up in the direction of your finger, and he laughs. 

A werewolf mask, its snout a pale tan colour with black fur and bulging bloodshot eyes. It was low enough for you to poke at, so you flick its black nose, and Keaton gathers you in his arms, squeezing as he brings your hand down.

”Don’t be rude now, he’s just hanging around and you’re poking his nose. Sorry, mate,” he looks at the werewolf mask again and you chuckle, barely struggling in his hold. “My boy’s just curious, yeah?”

”Oh, your boy?” you purr. ”Yeah, you’re mine. My boy.” He dives to your neck, pressing a kiss under your jaw and then gently biting. You shove him away with a laugh, telling him to get on with ordering some drinks. Keaton presses another kiss before he leaves, this time to your cheek, and you scrunch your eyes closed as he does. He doesn’t. 

He’s been watching you. There’s a group of men at the back of the room, and one of them kept bringing his gaze to you. Keaton had never seen them before, and he had no idea what they’d gotten themselves into by staring at you. It’s this that he hates the most. That he can’t do anything while he stripped you bare, tilting his head as you settle on the stool. 

He huffs through his nose, knuckles turning white as he slips through the crowd. A phantom appears in the corner of his eyes, Pearl’s green eyes narrowed as he cocks a brow to Keaton. 

‘Don’t cause a scene,’ he imagines him saying in that soft tone. 

He wasn’t going to. He’d like to, but he wouldn’t. Spending a night in jail for breaking a guy's nose wasn’t how he wanted to end his night with you. Ilya’s phantom appears next when he nods at the bartender, the fingerprint-stained backsplash mirror of the bar reflected Ilya’s pinkish scar through the locks of pale gold. 

‘He’ll be fine,’ Ilya smirks. ‘He’s a big boy.’

Keaton stops tapping his knuckles on the bar, breathing sharply through his nose and allowing Ilya’s scent to calm him. He greets a few familiar faces with a nod, and they smile at him but keep the conversation short. He thanks the bartender for the drinks and carries them dutifully to your table. 

Keaton nearly crushes the glass in his hand at the sight before him. You leaned against the wall, elbow resting on the table in an attempt to gain as much ground as you could while your knees faced him. He had a nice shade of brown hair; when he moved his head, there were subtle highlights in it; he was a handsome guy. Nice jaw, a well-kept beard, finger nails kept clean and short.

Keaton wanted to destroy him. It’d be easy — he could do it right now. If he raised his hand back and grabbed the back of his head, the edge of that table would splinter in half, and so would his face. He’d seen it time and time again when he hunted, how easily a skull breaks in half. His teeth left gaping wounds through it, tasting the decadent blood that flowed out, feeling their last breath brushing through his fur.

It’s there. Moving under his skin, he can feel his bones grind against the other, muscles bristling while his gums ache. You give this stranger a lipless grin, jaw clenched together in an obvious display of discomfort. 

He. Does. Not. Move. 

Keaton’s head ducks, shadows swallowing his complexion as his vision sharpens and blurs — like an unfocused camera. Colours shift and sway, but his prey remains clear to him. There was a wolf in the pub now, vicious, stalking, and pissed off.

’K. Easy.’ 

Harley’s next to him. His hand on Keaton’s shoulder, squeezing him hard enough that he imagined the leather would creak under his touch. Harley’s nose brushes Keaton’s temple, lips pressing to his ear as he speaks softly. 

‘Take a breath. He’s alright. Be good for us, Keaton.’ 

He loosens his jaw, hearing a pop and instant relief as the tension ebbs from his temples. Harley noses at him sweetly, and Keaton rolls his shoulders, nodding to himself as he refocuses his gaze past the stranger. 

You. 

’Good, boy, ’ Ilya croons, chin perched on Keaton’s shoulders. 

‘Keep your eyes on him,’ Pearl encourages. 

‘One step at a time, pup.’ Harley whispers. 

“Hey, got us our drinks,” the stranger flinches from his voice, glancing over his shoulder in alarm as Keaton places the pints of beer onto your table. “Making new friends, babe?” Keaton slings his arm around him, pulling him tight and causing him to grunt. You watch this with a smile, shoulders loosening as you peel yourself from the wall. 

“This is Peter.” Your grin could light up the entire room. Peter thought so — Keaton could hear his heart beating faster, and it took everything in him not to crush Peter. 

See, there was a reason the pack was doting on Keaton. Why they kept him close, even pampered some would say. He was young, a puppy as you would say. But puppies haven’t learned how hard they can bite just yet, how sharp their teeth are. 

Imagine your puppy being the size of a horse and having the ability to snap a man’s spine in half. 

“Peter, Pea-Tuh. Good name for a good-looking man such as yourself, eh? What brings you around here to our humble little town?” 

Peter sputters, but scoffs and straightens his back. You watch as Keaton’s arm is shrugged off, and Peter laughs a bit, recovering as smoothly as he can as he clears his throat. “You from England too?” His accent makes Keaton’s brows raise, his mouth twisting into an upside-down grin. 

“Aren’t you the observant bloke? Are you related to Sherlock Holmes or something?”

”K,” you chuckle, pinching your expression to reprimand him, but he knows he’s not in trouble. 

“Guess you have a type, handsome. Fond of English accents?”

Bold. Very bold. You had doubted if anyone could ever beat Ilya in his brazenness, and Peter, it seems, is coming for his throne. You snort, reaching for your drink and taking a swing of it while Keaton sucks on his teeth. 

“Nah, not really,” you reply. “Keaton’s an exception; he makes it cute. Guess that’s why we’re together.”

”Because I’m cute?” Keaton muses. “Adorable, baby.”

”You like ‘em that way?” Peter’s voice cuts through the moment like the disruptive sound of a chainsaw. Keaton and you share a look, and you reach for your drink again. 

“Baby-faced, clean-shaven? Real uh, what’s the word for it…those girly boys dancing on stage? Those K-pop boys,” Keaton and you share a look again. This time, he’s the one reaching for a glass. You just laugh in disbelief, narrowing your eyes at Peter.

”Keaton’s not Korean, dipshit.”

”Hey, hey,” he raises his hands, his smile too wide and too teethy. Keaton smiles back, stalking forward to stand next to you as he tries to hear how Peter will make a joke of this. 

“How am I supposed to tell all of them apart?” 

Keaton snorts, which Peter thinks is a good thing, apparently because he tries to tap at his shoulder. You don’t even try to stop him as he grabs at Peter’s wrist, squeezing it so hard that you see the brief flash of panic in Peter’s face. He grunts, a nervous grin faltering into a frown when Keaton doesn’t let go. 

“Say that again. Didn’t quite understand what you meant by it, Pete.”

This time, when he saw his pack, they all watched. Their eyes were different this time; they spoke for them. The whites of them were ink-stained, the colours of their irises now more pronounced than ever. There was a veil of smoke over their shoulders, as if they were smouldering. The smoke takes a familiar shape, the long snout and pointed ears. 

Keaton zeroes in on Peter once again. 

“I was just joking, man. Relax ��“ 

“Wasn’t funny. Jokes are s’pposed to be funny. Was it funny, babe?” 

You shook your head, tilting your head up and reaching for the wolf mask, carefully plucking it off from the command strip hook to perch it on your lap. The fake fur doesn’t feel as smooth as theirs, a bit matted from the dust it collected, so you try to pat it away. 

“Nope,” you popped your p’s and held the wolf mask in front of your face. “Hope stand-ups are not in your plans, Pete.”

”It’s Peter, sweet’eart,” he bites out. 

You swung the mask in Keaton’s direction, using your pinkies to make the mask’s jaw fold down. 

“Sweet’eart!” you mock, snorting as your shoulders shake. Keaton lets his wrist go and crowds his space, his smile disappearing as his jaw clenches. Peter seems to finally notice the scar on his jaw that ran up to his cheek — it makes Peter gulp. 

“Walk away while you still can. Pete.” 

On all accounts, you looked ridiculous. The wolfman mask you wore on your shoulder, bopping around as you moved your body to the song playing through the shitty speakers had made several patrons give a hearty laugh, but you couldn’t give less of a damn. Keaton certainly did not mind it. He kept his hands on your hips, moving along with your rhythm as you worked up a sweat. Peter’s group watched on, scoffing at the sight as they jerked their chins your way. 

“I think it’s best if you boys leave ‘em be,” an older woman sitting near them tells them. “The one with the scar on his face, Keaton. He has a temper.” 

“What? Little babyface there, you think we’re scared of ‘em?” she sighs, muttering ‘suit yourself’ under her breath before she stands to pay for her drink. 

You turn in his hold, moving your shoulders comically as you lean in and away from him. Keaton gives a hearty laugh, tears lining his eyes at the mask snarling so menacingly in his face, while your muffled giggles come through the snout. 

“I can’t take you seriously with that fuckin’ thing on ya’” you draw in closer, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “You don’t think I look handsome like this?”

“You look gorgeous, but I think,” Keaton grabs the mask and slips it up to your eyebrows, “you should leave the werewolf thing to us, baby.” 

You’re sweating, the mask wasn’t helping, and he can feel the flush to your cheeks as he fondly wipes at your brow bone. Your teeth brush over your lips, and Keaton’s chest rumbles at the heavy gaze you hold on him. 

“D’you wanna get out of here?” he asks in his low voice. 

“No,” you brush your cheek against his and catch his earlobe between your teeth. 

“Let’s do it here.”

“On the dance floor?” you nip at his jaw. He growls softly into your ear – the sound barely human. “You some sort of pervert?”

You pull away, expression scrunched like you were sucking on something sour. Keaton knows it’s an act; you’re trying hard not to break into chuckles, your lips twisting and pursing. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, Keaton.”

Uh-oh, Keaton. He’s either in trouble or paradise. 

“Wait in the alleyway. Think you can do that, pup?” 

“Yes, sir.”

Alleyways were a classic. He met Harley in one, they fucked right there. Keaton with his face pressed into red brick and leaving deep claw marks, brick crumbling intob dust at his trembling feet with Harley pounding into his ass like he was intent in breeding a whole litter into him. It was romantic to him. 

Public, but hidden. The tightness of the buildings, the hushed moanings, the desperation to get off as fast as you can at the risk of someone walking in or watching. It was the thrill that got to him the most. Fucking in the woods was fun, but fucking in the town? 

Keaton tries to calm down as he adjusts himself in his pants. Alcohol didn’t do much for their kind. Something about their metabolism burning it off too fast to be able to get drunk — but you didn’t like drinking alone, and he couldn’t let his boy down like that. 

When the door behind him creaks open, he knows it's not you. Bless their dumb little hearts, did they honestly think Keaton didn’t see them jeer at you the whole time? Salty from your jests, ego bruised from their lack of strength. Keaton could get behind that. Piss matches weren’t foreign to him. As a man and as a wolf. 

He lets Peter get close; his footsteps were so loud it was laughable. When he yells out, what he imagines to be an intimidating ‘hey!’, Keaton turns and slams his forehead to his. There’s a satisfying crunch noise that bounces off the walls and Peter stumbles, trying hard to grasp onto the brick walls but failing miserably as he falls onto his ass and brings down a few plastic empty beer crates toppling onto him. His two friends freeze, stunned, while Keaton sniffs sharply. 

“Figured it’d sound hollow when I did that,” he nudged Peter’s side as he writhed and clutched his nose. “You actually have a brain in that ‘ead of yours?”

“You little bitch!” a fist swings his way, Keaton ducks under the mans arm and slams his over his shoulder. He lets out a short yell as he rolls over and lands onto his back, the air in his lungs getting knocked out in a grainy wheeze. 

The last man standing was smarter than Peter and Mr Swinging Fist. But saying that is the same as applauding a goblin for being the nicest-smelling one of the group. He lets out this strangled yell and squeezes his eyes shut when he throws a punch. It was so pathetic. Keaton braced his hands on his knees and laughed.

“Holy shit! What the hell was that, bro?” 

Last Man Standing turns red. Glowing brighter than a red stop sign. Keaton couldn’t stop laughing, clutching at his stomach next. 

Then you open the door, and Keaton sees it — the flicker in Last Man’s eyes. He tries to grab you, and you connect your fist with his jaw, his body flying to the wired fence at the end of the alleyway. Like Peter, he attempts to grasp onto support but fails miserably. 

“What the fuck was that?” Keaton groans, chewing on his lip as he gathers you into his arms which leaving your question unanswered. “Nothing important, love. Just some assholes doing asshole things. Come on, come ‘ere.”

“Keaton,” you said in a stern tone. 

“No, no, come on. Here, gonna put you right ‘ere.”

He pins you to the wall, under a dingy little cone of light, and without wasting another second, he’s dropped to his knees. You gasp, trying to catch his attention and get him to focus on the issue at hand. The three unconscious bodies around you – two of which were right next to you. 

“Just ignore ‘em.”

“Ignore them?” you hiss at him, turning your head to the mouth of the alleyway just as he unzips your pants. Your hand on his shoulder doesn’t deter him. He pressed on with his quest. 

“If we get caught –” 

“Then be quiet,” Keaton muses out. “I just wanna eat you out.”

“Just? Everytime you eat me out, we fuck. Hey.” Keaton pauses when you grab his chin. You imagine that if he were in his other form, his ears would have faced forward at you. You trail his jaw, thumbing over the lovely scar on his which causes his eyelashes to flutter. 

“Switch.”

Confusion paints his face, but he knows this command well. He passes you and leans against the wall while you take his place and kneel before him. He breathes sharply through his nose when you press a kiss to Harley’s red shirt, and when you slip your hands up it, he groans. There are scars here, too, little scratches that he most likely got during the more feral parts of your sex. You trail the shape of your lips down, relishing in the way his entire body reacts. His stomach shying away with rapid breathing, the veins that decorated his v-line getting more pronounced when he squirms his hips in the air. 

“I wanted to taste you,” he whines. 

“So you don’t wanna get your dick sucked?” you undo his belt, arching a brow his way. He tries to find a retort, but after you unbutton his pants, you grab the zipper of his jeans with your teeth, and Keaton groans low in his throat. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.”

His cock nearly smacks you in the face when it springs free from his underwear. You moan softly, grasping him at the base and rubbing your palm up and down a quarter of his length. He hisses softly, widening his stance a bit as he takes in the sight of you like this.

“Cold?” he shakes his head. “Dry,” you coo your apologies to him and quickly fix this situation. 

“Come on,” you stick your tongue out at his tip. He shudders, thighs trembling as he feels the heat of your tongue mere milimeters away from his flushed cockhead. He gathers his spit and spits right onto that velvety muscle. You grin, feral and pleased, before pressing a flat stripe of wetness to his tip. 

“Shit, babe,” he grunts when he feels you take your sweet time. Tonguing at his slit, angling your mouth to kiss the mushroom shape of his cock like it was some sort of popsicle. Keaton is lovely as he feels the curve of your ear, trying so hard not to rut into your mouth because you’d taught him better. 

Your pack had taught him how to be gentle. To be patient. You weren’t like them — you could break if they got too overzealous. So he chews on the insides of his cheek and rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, hips lifting from the wall but not thrusting or rolling. 

Such a good boy. Your Keaton. 

You kiss the sides of his shaft, your palm using the spit as lube, as you begin to squeeze and rub him. A breeze flies in, and you shiver for a moment, inching closer to Keaton. The body next to you, Peter, twitches, but you slip your eyes close to focus on the cock in your mouth.

He’s vocal. Grunting, moaning out your name as softly as he could while the cone light above you drones. People go about their night around you and here you were, his cock in your mouth with your eyes closed. Because you trusted him to keep you safe, to make sure that nothing would happen to you. 

Keaton twitches on your tongue, so you look up at him through your lashes. 

He’s warmer than ever now. You’re sure that if you could stroke the curve of his ear, your fingers would be burned from how much blood is rushing to his face. You could hear Pearl guide you, and you take Keaton’s tip into your mouth. He groans, hanging his head down. His eyes widen when you tilt your head.

“Wuh - wait, wait, baby, hold on — Oh, shiiitt.”

Your cheek protrudes, the shape of his cock poking against your skin and he cusses as he grabs at your head with both hands. You tighten your hold onto his shaft, and he whimpers at the spike of pain, loosening his hold.

“You know,” he gulps thickly as he tries to catch his breath and bearings. “Yuh - you know I go stupid over that. It feels too good.”

He couldn’t keep his voice down if you kept this up, Harley tells you. 

If Ilya were here, he would be cupping the nape of your neck and just…

Keaton whimpers helplessly when you take more of him into your mouth. 

The sounds that you both make right now. The way his balls hit your chin, the sweat beading down his temple and the saliva that trails down the corners of your lips as you continue to shamelessly suck him down. It was beyond pornographic. 

The moon hid behind a layer of clouds, as though embarrassed at the sight. She shouldn’t be; she had no right to be. She made Keaton this way, to take his pleasure in alleyways and to hunt down prey through the woods. Why should she be ashamed of this? 

You were gorgeous. Breathing through your nose as he brings your head up and down his dick, still gentle and still patient though there was a tinge of wildness in his noises now. Keaton’s open-mouthed panting now, choked up whimpers escaping him while blood dripped down his bitten lips and onto your cheek. 

Poor thing, so overwhelmed with emotions, he couldn’t help but tear his lips apart to be quiet enough. 

He admires the sheen of sweat on your neck, the beads of it trailing through your hair that he can feel. The droplets of crimson staining your face, the tears that line your eyes. Keaton needed to cover you in more — if he were Ilya, he would have spit on you. But he wasn’t, and so he didn't want to. 

He knew you wanted him to cum down your throat. It’d be too complicated to clean off cum off your face, it’d dry on your skin uncomfortably and — 

‘You’re thinking too hard,’ Harley groans into his ear. There’s nothing but a brick wall behind him, but Keaton can imagine him, that soft stomach against the curve of his back and his strong arms pinning Keaton to his chest. 

Keaton pants, eyes squinting in your direction. He sweeps a thumb to your chin, and ever so carefully, he pulls you off of him. You cough softly, lungs inflating as you catch your breath. Keaton taps his cock onto your wet lips, and you moan his name softly. 

There’s pre-cum beading on his tip, shimmering like pearls, and you try to dart your tongue out, but he stops you with a gruff command. 

“I want to…Hah, I want to see it on your lips.”

He presses it to your lower lip, the heat and weight causing shivers to run down your spine. “You wanna paint my lips?”

“Yeah, with my pre. Is that, is that okay?” 

You nod, eager. Keaton grins loosely, his hair already sticking to his forehead as he grabs the underside of your jaw and then, as though puppeteering a doll during play time, he smears his pre-cum all over your lips. It’s better than gloss. Sticky and sheer, it highlights the natural colour of your lips and when you pout your lips up at him he swears he nearly cums onto your face. 

Keaton grabs you by your neck and, so easily, as though you weighed nothing more than a feather, forces you onto your feet. You grunt, bracing your hands onto his shoulders before his teeth clack onto yours. He’s hungry. For your taste. 

He shoves his hand into your pants, deftly unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping you free. You feel the curved edge of his claws and whimper in delight. You’re wet enough to leave a stain on your underwear, and he growls in response, his pupils dilating as the smell of your sex hits him. 

He slips his cock through your thighs and presses you close by your ass, lifitng you onto your toes which leaves you at his mercy. You can’t spread your legs like this, your jeans still restraining you to press your thighs together and Keaton? He doesn’t mind it at all.

He uses you like a Fleshlight. His claws digging slightly into the flesh of your ass as he grinds his bare cock to your still-covered boycunt. The friction causes you to gasp, moaning pathetically into his ear as he ruts and ruts and ruts. 

It’s so hot. So messy, so restricting, so desperate. You cling onto him, arms wrapped around his neck as he snarls into your shoulder. 

“So fuckin’ warm, your thighs, your pussy.”

“Keaton, oh fuck, you’re so hard.”

You mewl when he snaps his hips, your swollen dick straining against your underwear. Keaton can smell his pack — Harley’s shirt, Ilya’s jacket, Pearl’s necklace, your sweet little cunt weeping for him. 

He kisses your neck, bites it, bruises it, and you take it. You take all that he can give you because he’s your sweet little puppy. So what if he bites, and growls, and sinks his claws into you. He didn’t mean to. He’d been so good all this while, too. 

You clench your thighs together, and Keaton can feel your body trembling. The rubbing against your dick, the feeling of his cockhead pushing in through your underwear and into you shallowly — your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your entire body tensed up in his hold before going limp. 

Keaton pulls away, still panting furiously as his cock twitch in the air. Your heels meet the ground, and you stumble a bit before he shoves your underwear down. You watch with bated breath, unsure of what he wants to do. Fuck you in the air in the alleyway? You could never keep your noise down. And with the three men on the ground around you, it would be in your best interest to be quiet. 

Keaton cums onto your stained undergarments, thick ropes of white marked starkly against the black fabric. He realises a bit too late that the underwear was Ilya’s, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. You gasp when you slips it up your thighs, his warm cum pressing against your cunt and making you squirm. 

“It feels weird,” you laughed breathlessly, letting him help you right your pants back onto your waist. “Not sorry about it. That was fuckin’ hot,” he smirks. 

On the ground, one of the men groans, and Keaton bares his teeth in his direction. You remind him of his cock still hanging out his pants, whispering for him to calm down with barely contained giggles. 

“Let’s go home, K. Yeah? I need you,” you lean into his face, lips still painted with his pre, as you flutter his eyes at him. “Need you to cum inside of me." 

[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | Masterpost

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆status: next update on July 11th, 2025.

☆pairings: Choi San x female!reader, Jeong Yunho x female!OC and other pairings as the fic advances

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, there is mature content in some chapters)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: I will be posting individual warnings for each chapter so look out for that!

☆word count: 185.2k for the total fic

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☆come join the discord server here

☆a/n: This took forever and ever to write but it's finally ready and I am so excited to share it with y'all. I hope you love this story as much as I loved writing in <3 and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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➳Teaser

➳Chapter one: when you start your semester project (12.9k)

Well then, call me boring, Choi San.

➳Chapter two: when an evening of studying turns into an impromptu date (11.4k)

Can't I just think you're pretty?

➳Chapter three: when you go on a double date to the movies (6.6k)

I don't know why I kissed you.

➳Chapter four: when you and him begin (15.7k)

Let me explain.

➳Chapter five: when you realize falling for him is inevitable (8.2k)

What happened with San last night?

➳Chapter six: when you spend a day together with him (14.1k)

You've got some plans for us, Choi San.

➳Chapter seven: when the past comes resurfacing (11k)

You really can't resist, huh?

➳Chapter eight: when he leaves (7.2k)

I've never seen him like this.

➳Chapter nine: when you break (7.2k)

Shit happens, right?

➳Chapter ten: when you try to understand (8.6k)

I'm going to meet with San.

➳Chapter eleven: when you explode (12.8k)

What did I do wrong?

➳Chapter twelve: when you talk (11.7k)

I don't think I can just forgive you like this.

➳Chapter thirteen: when you try to move on (10.1k)

I'm happy for you.

➳Chapter fourteen: when you start healing (13.1k)

I really care for you.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you inevitably collide (14k)

Fuck, just kiss me again.

➳Chapter sixteen: when you move on, together. (11.9k)

And you were smiling and laughing, and I thought I'd met the love of my life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when the rest of your life awaits you (8.6k)

For the rest of our lives, I will love you too.

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All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2025. Do not copy, repost or translate.

[crowbraincoin]

Where to make friends as an adult.

Recently I saw a devastating citation stating that most adults find it hard to make new friends as it feels like there is a lack of community and resources to do so. It takes nearly 50 hours of time together to move from mere acquaintance to casual friend. For more advanced levels of friendship, it can take more than 200 hours before you can consider someone “close”. (source)

So, though I'm not an expert by any means, I thought I'd offer some examples, ideas, and tips on finding and making friends as an adult! Check below the break :>

Ideas on where to find friends:

🆓 Local free (or cheap) events. I went to a presentation that included a free beer in the ticket cost and I had a blast! Most cities have an events calendar you can look at. Soon I'm attending a free event for the transgender community honoring those that came before us. 📖 Library programs. Most libraries that I've seen don't even require a library card, just your email or phone number to sign up for a program! Be it a presentation, class, or event, the library is the place to be!

❕Events of interest. I think about what I'm interested in and what I would like to connect with people about, and I search around to see what I can find. I use sites like Eventbrite to help me search.

💻 Online Communities. For those who can't make it out very often, consider joining online communities by searching for fandoms or topics of interest and see if there is a discord server, bluesky feed, tumblr community, or other communities on socials!

How to make friends:

Consistency. Once you find a place you enjoy going to, an organization you whose events your enjoy attending, or a series of events that takes place KEEP GOING!! Consistency is key, you have to keep interacting with folks to become friends with them.

Transparency. Just be yourself, but that doesn't mean you should be trauma dumping! Sharing personal detail allows us to feel closer to people, but make sure you're not sharing too much information! That can always come later when you're closer friends.

Confidence. You have to believe that you're someone that people want to be friends with. Don't believe it? Well ask your current friends why they are friends with you! You'll not only get a confidence boost, but also hopefully share a touching moment with your existing friends.

Follow up. If you want to be friends with someone you've met, you have to build up the nerve to further connect with them. This means sharing phone numbers or socials.

Start talking. The best way to do this is by asking questions or by giving a non-threatening compliment. Try not to make it all about you, though it is easiest to talk about the one thing we know best (ourselves) it typically won't help you make new friends! Show that you're interested in them, their thoughts and feelings on the topic of the event or a neutral topic such as musicians or food.

Questions. Ask open ended and non-invasive questions and follow through. Examples below!

Invite them out. Once you've established an acquaintance, invite them to hang out! BUT if you're the one inviting them out then you need to make sure you have some plan in mind. This could be going to a trivia night, a local event, or going to a new place together.

Further questions or topics of discussion:

I'm new to this [place or reocurring event] how long have you been coming here? Do you like it so far?

If you could be a crab or a lobster, which would you be and why? (make sure you have an answer ready!)

How long have you known about [place or event theme]? What got you interested in [place or event theme]?

(If at an event with drinks or food) I'm having trouble deciding what to choose, what should I try?

What superpower would you want and why?

What do you do for work? Do you like it? (follow by asking non-invasive questions about their job. This is easier when you have no clue what the job position actually is, lol).

Hey, I really like your style! Where did you get your outfit?/Who or what are your fashion influences?

What questions or topics of discussion do you typically go for when meeting new people?

[chickinu]

creature!sif AU

Hello howdy, I am here to share an ISAT AU where Siffrin is a weird lil creature who disguises his "monstrous" features and tries to be a hooman and such!

I've shared this in the ISAT discord server already and was not prepared for so many people to like it as much as they did so I thought I'd put my startup exploratory sketches here

Someone also made a fanfic already of this AU and that just boggles my mind, (if ya wanna read it for yourself, its on AO3 called " scales and feathers, tails and tethers") but is also pushing me to make more cause there's still more ideas I have that I haven't drawn yet, so if you too like this AU, stay tuned~☆

[cherrifire]

Please share your thoughts on the other 5 cutie marks, I'd love to hear!

Hi everypony! I got like 20 asks for the Dogwarts cutie mark lore so I'm here to speak my truth!

Before we start, I would like to write a quick reminder that a pony's cutie mark is not always their "special talent", but can also represent who they are, their personalities, and a possible destiny. Different cutie marks have different meanings and interpretations, but they're not just about representing what you're good at.

That being said, let's start with the cutie mark design I'm proudest of!

Ren's Cutie Mark

Ren's cutie mark is of a sunrise and looks pretty simple at first glance but there was a lot of thought that went into this one.

First of all, I bet you're wondering why a sunrise? Well, in the show, it is pretty typical for unicorns with great magical abilities to have one relating to space (examples being Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Sunburst). And I figured since I wanted Ren to fall into a similar position of potentially becoming an alicorn, I gave him a cutie mark following the same trend. And I chose a sunrise to reflect the way Ren seems to glow when he enters a room. The way he carries himself is very warm and bright it just catches your eye in a similar way the sun would.

Also, Ren wears sunglasses. So a sun-themed cutie mark seemed appropriate.

Additionally, there are a couple of smaller details I want to point out too. Like the sun rays, if you look at them for a moment you'll see they're shaped like little crowns! I of course had to put a crown in thanks to how much Ren likes to play royalty, so I snuck it in there. And then the red spots underneath could both be interpreted as the sun reflected over water or blood. (But of course, this is a kid show AU so there wouldn't be any blood in Ren's destiny, just a fun reference to the red king and his whole thing about blood dyeing the snow red)

Martyn's Cutie Mark

I explained this one in an earlier ask but I thought I'd explain it again here for anyone who didn't see it!

Martyn's cutie mark is of a chopped log and a small stick.

This one is mostly a play on the name "Littlewood" but has other meanings too. As a character, Martyn tends to travel and explore quite a bit. In the Life Series specifically, he is usually the last one to find a permanent base and even then doesn't spend a lot of time in one place. Always on the move. Additionally, he's more of a wild card compared to other characters, always trying to be as unpredictable as possible.

The smaller detail here is the little swirl on top of the log is the same as the one on his Minecraft skin's shirt.

BigB's Cutie Mark

Cookies! Cookies! Cookies! BigB's cutie mark is of 3 cookies where one is trying to eat the others. There are also a few sprinkles there made to look like action lines.

We all know BigB loves cookies so of course I had to give him a cutie mark with cookies in it. For this one, I decided to follow the cutie mark trend of "symbol/item important to the pony duplicated 3 times" (examples being Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie) but I added a bit more creativity to it with the top on trying to eat the others to represent just how tasty they are 😋

Additionally, rather than the first cookie trying to eat the others, you could interpret it as opening its mouth to talk. Because BigB can not keep a secret to save his life! In Double Life when he started "secret soulmates" with Grian, he didn't last a day without opening his mouth. He told Ren about it immediately because he felt bad for keeping things from him.

Also worth quickly mentioning: People pointed out in my original post that they don't think BigB would be the element of honesty because of his behaviour in Secret Life. But that's just Secret Life. I think Secret Life to BigB was like that episode of My Little Pony where Discord makes the main 6 act the opposite of their true element. BigB was just going through a weird phase of telling very obvious lies because a book told him to.

Skizz's Cutie Mark

Skizz's cutie mark is of a lightning bolt from a couple storm clouds hitting the ground.

I think this is the cutie mark with the least thought put into it, unfortunately. There was still though just not as much as the others. The big thing I thought was fun was I made the lightning bolt shaped like an "S" to stand for Skizzleman. But other than that, this cutie mark sort of has the same meaning as Rainbow Dash's cutie mark. Quick like lightning, loud, bold, dangerous, and powerful.

Impulse's Cutie Mark

Impulse's cutie mark is of a lit-up lightbulb.

I absolutely crowded this cutie mark with the letter i. If you look closely, there are 6 of them. Impulse's design also has an i-shaped pattern on the belly if you look closely enough. But that's more of a fun easter egg and doesn't exactly reflect Impulse as a character.

There are a couple of reasons I chose a lightbulb for Impulse, the first and probably most obvious is that he's a redstone guy! He's a technical guy who likes to work smarter, not harder. So I figured the My Little Pony equivalent would be a light bulb/electricity. The second reason for the lightbulb is that it's usually used as a visual representation when characters have that "eureka!" moment in cartoons. When someone has a brilliant idea a little lightbulb turns on above their head. So since Impulse is the ideas guy, I figured a lightbulb would work for his cutie mark.

Etho's Cutie Mark

Etho's cutie mark is of a snowflake with a missing branch.

I promise there is more to this cutie mark than just "Canada is cold" even if that's part of the reason I wanted to give him a winter-themed cutie mark. While it is fun to make a nod to Etho being Canadian, I thought a winter-themed cutie mark would be fun to represent how he sometimes presents himself. Cold and a bit mysterious. I think deep down once you get to know him, those attributes melt away, but for people who have never met him, he may be intimidating that way.

I'll be honest, I don't watch a lot of Etho content, but I do have a few friends who identify as Etho girlies so I did my research. I was told in his Minecraft Let's Play World, that he has a snowflake build somewhere. I believe they said it was an iron golem farm? (Please correct me if I'm wrong) but I thought that was perfect for the cutie mark. And if you're wondering why there's a branch missing, it's because one of my friends said he was incapable of finishing builds sometimes so I thought that would be fun to include.

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Alright. Rant over. To celebrate, here are a few pony doodles so I can put this post in my art tag.

[muffinrecord]

Saw this on discord and thought I'd share it here too. This is a google sheet that includes:

information on what every character does

PVE tier rank

example compositions to use

Keep in mind that this is Day Zero/Day One so the tier list portion could change in the future.

[rozeliyawashereyall]

It's the 17th of April. You know what that means.

IT'S THE BUG ARMY ANNIVERSARYYYYYYYYY!

Today, a year ago, the bug army came to be! Started with just me, @willowve01 and @asmrbrainrot ...and now we're here with so many people— I'm so glad I met you all !! It's been so fun seeing new bugs join and share their own, I'm glad I joined <33

I was gonna colour this too but time was running out in my timezone and I love being on time too much aaaaaaa- so have this doodle of the three ''founders'' Raine, Esther and Korey all together!

Now excuse my mushy ranting beneath-

I honestly never really imagined joining this fandom would get me this far?? Not even just gator boys— I first started posting little drawings of Astral and piffany's listener designs from Scythe's verse, and i told myself oh this won't get you or lead you to anything, but now I'm in a way different point in my life that I never thought I'd ever be in! And like..I didn't have a lot of friends, especially with the recent war and I used to be so so scared that something will happen to me, that I'll die forgotten by everyone. But throughout the months I've been spending time with you guys, both on Tumblr and on discord, you've proven me so wrong, I feel like I've really come to know, learn, and understand myself a little bit more? Like what it means for me to be happy, what I want to be, what I deserve– it's definitely not by much, but having your guy's support have helped speed up this understanding myself and being more brave going through life process a bit more, so thank you for that, thank you all for being my friend <33

[silenzahra]

Changes

Hello everyone. This is mostly gonna be an informative post about the immediate future of this account. It's gonna be long, so it's totally fine if you'd rather skip it.

You may have noticed that I've been away from Tumblr for the last few weeks. I'd rather not get into detail about the reasons that led me to make that decision, but despite me doing much better than the last time I dropped by, the thing is that something has changed.

This account is gonna remain mostly inactive. I have notifs, DMs and comments to respond to and I shall get to them at my own time, but I'll hardly reblog any more stuff from now on. Maybe just once a week or something like that, and without getting into much detail, definitely not like I used to reblog stuff in the past. This is absolutely nothing personal, but something that I've noticed recently.

I need a break from the Mario franchise.

You may recall me mentioning that I've been going through a terrible writer's block that made me fear that I'd never be able to write again. It took me about a month, but I ended up realizing that my problem was that I couldn't connect with the Mario characters again. As a writer, I can usually hear them talking in my head, or simply their thoughts, emotions and fears, and that's usually how I'm able to find the words to write them in my fics. But, ever since I wrote Follow me, that's disappeared, and not even the bros or Luaisy, my favorite things to write/consume content about, could make me feel the same enthusiasm again.

So I've come to the realization that this was simply my body asking for a break. I needed to try and find that emotion and excitement in something different. A book, a movie, a song, a show, another videogame franchise... I was craving some variety. And I'm in the process of getting it right now. I'm reading books again. I'm replaying old games like Spyro or Miitopia which I love and adore. I found another movie, one that I fell in love with about ten years ago, that reignited my passion and love for it, and it's brought back the need and desire to write again that I so much missed and yearned to revive. It has nothing to do with Mario, but in case you're interested, you can go here. It's where I'm gonna be most active from now on.

Don't get me wrong: I still love Super Mario. Very much. It's a franchise that's been with me my whole life and will continue to be there no matter what. It was the first series I ever wrote fanfiction for, and I've LOVED and enjoyed every single word that I've written for it. I have WIPs that I intend to finish and share someday. It just won't be anytime soon, so it's totally fine if you'd rather unfollow me. You can still find my stories on my AO3 account and some others that are only available on Tumblr through the tags zahra's writing and zahra's fics. You can also check out zahra's headcanons if you wanna read my Mario headcanons, and even though I'm far from being a talented artist, I've also posted some Mario art that you can find through the tag zahra's art.

That being said, I'll still be supporting Mario content from time to time, only that, as I said, I won't reblog much stuff, and if I do I won't go into too much detail. I obviously want to support my friends, but I also don't wanna, how to say it... sound "fake." I don't want to fake an excitement that I'm feeling 70% instead of 100%, especially when it comes to my friends' content. Who knows, maybe whenever we get a trailer for the Mario Movie sequel, my passion will come back in full force, or at least that what's I'm hoping for.

But in the meantime, this is how I'm gonna proceed.

Just in case you're interested, you can still find me on instagram (SilenZahra as my main account, san.marioluigifan as my gamer account), and I'm also on discord (SilenZahra as well). I'll probably be more active there than on Tumblr, at least for the next months.

In any case, I hope that you're all doing fine, and if you decide to stick around: thank you 💖 Please take care, and we'll meet again someday soon. I'm sure of it 💖

[crystalprepshadowblogs]

Shadowblog 62 - Here We Go Again....

Discord: And my job here is done! Have fun for the next three days, girls! 

Sour Sweet: Discord! Don't you dare vanish before turning Twilight back to her-

Sugarcoat: And he's gone. 

Lemon Zest: So what do we do with baby Twilight? 

Sunny Flare: Why, isn't it obvious? We have to babysit her, of course. It's only for 3 days, I'm sure we can manage. 

Indigo Zap: Yeah. We survived Sour Sweet the last time she was turned into a baby. So I'm 101% sure we got this!

Sour Sweet: Great! That's the spirit! You're great at motivating people, Indigo. It's no wonder you're the team captain of every sports team during our CPA days~<3

Indigo Zap: Thanks. I'm awesome. 

Sour Sweet: With that said…you'll be taking Day 1! (shoves Baby Twilight into Indigo’s arms)

Indigo Zap: Wait, what? Why?! 

Sugarcoat: Because you aren't smart enough to keep your mouth shut. 

Lemon Zest: Good luck, my dude. You'll need it and remember not to set her on fire.

Indigo Zap: I can't believe this…my own girlfriend!!!! 

Sunny Flare: Don't be so dramatic, dearie. She was just rooting for you. 

Sour Sweet: So are we~<3

Sour Sweet: (Sourly) But if you mention anything about last time again, you're dead, got it?! 

Indigo Zap: (nervous) Y-yes, ma’am. 

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What's up Shadowbloggers! Mod here! How are ya'll doing? I am SO back! I hope you guys enjoyed this little update (despite the fandom has long passed its golden era, but you know...I still miss it). I have a few more posts after this one that follows the shenanigans of the the Shadowbolts babysitting and I can't wait to share them with you guys!

Honestly, I never thought I'd be posting here again due to how life has been kicking me in the butt. It is what it is I suppose. Thanks to the continued support of everyone here, I found the motivation to continue posting here again (the thing I look most forward to actually) as well as working on some original projects myself!

Now, I don't want to make this part of the post too long so I'm just gonna end it by saying this: feel free to drop some questions for the Shadowbolts and I'll see to it that they answer them (tho not all of course)!

Stay awesome!

~Mod