#stevie the jackal

[foxybatty]

Tumble x Stevie (Canon x OC) fankid! Meet Crash! He's strong like his father and intelligent like his mother. He inherited their strength and Stevie's shadow manipulation. He only has a temper when someone is close to winning against him. Crash and his cousin Riot (daughter of Rough and his partner Jen) are the new duo that Rough and Tumble once were. They're not above claiming territory as their own or causing mischief like their fathers before them. Crash is the voice of reason vs Riot's temper.

[drfirsnogayny]

Animals AU

Kindergarten 1 & 2

🍎 Protagonist — goat 🐐

🍗 Nugget — meerkat

🌺 Cindy — gazelle 🚐

🔪 Buggs — rhinoceros 🦏

💵 Monty — lizard 🦎

🪀 Jerome — lion 🦁

🥇 Felix — eagle 🦅

🥈 Ted — eagle 🦅

⚙️ Penny — rat 🐀

🟢 Madison — panda 🐼

🔴 Ron — dog 🐶

🪛 Carla — snake 🐍

🧻 Ozzy — hedgehog 🦔

🟣 Alice — heron

🍩 Lily — sheep 🐑

🐟 Billy — ram 🐏

🚬 Hall Monitor — jackal

⛔ Stevie — raccoon 🦝

💊 Applegate — cow 🐄

🧹 Janitor — wolf 🐺

🪠 Bob — bear 🐻

🥼 Danner — giraffe 🦒

🧫 2nd Principal — rat 🐀

🥄 Margaret — rat 🐀

🔫 1st Principal — lion 🦁

🍛 Lunch Lady — pig 🐖

🐈 Agnes — dove 🕊️

Applegang:

Polly — titmouse

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

A day at the museum with daddy little one 🌙

plot: Steven decides to take Isaac to the museum dispite his ex manager going to berate him for what Marc did from his fight with a demonic jackal…

a/n: This is the second fic the single dad au of Oscar’s moon knight and im sorry for my Jewish readers if I messed up on certain parts

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They were bickering about today plans again but this time they keep accidentally switching controlling the body , “Steven you can’t just take Isaac out to the museum now” Marc complained in control of his own body before switching to Steven to clap back his reason and making Isaac laugh at the switching “but Marc I wanted to show him all the Egyptian things and history of how the civilization went through and such” Steven retorts while cleaning up his breakfast and gets isaac clean up from the baby food mess, then looks at his reflection of a grump Marc. “and it’s your fault that you made me to take control of the body and made me look like I destroyed the loo that night!” Marc just made a face at Steven, “you’re still not over that incident!?!? How many fucking times I have to tell you that I’m sorry?!” “AY WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE IN THE HEADSPACE” Jake shouted he was exhausted from all the people he had to cabie drive around London last night for some high schoolers homecoming dance or something before letting going to do some Moonknight shit. Isaac meanwhile tries grabbing the Star of David around his dad(s) neck while continuing to bounce around in his high chair cooing, “well marc if you don’t like it then you don’t have to be co fronting for today” Steven said putting his foot down and points at his reflection accusingly when taking Isaac out of his high chair and getting him dress in a onesie for the cold autumn month ahead of them in England “ I’m just saying I don’t think it’s wise to take Isaac there okay” Marc looks at his son through the reflection of the fish tank tank “I just want to keep him safe” “we all do Marc…” Steven said reassuring him reminded him that the death of Randell wasn’t his fault. A small coo drought them back to reality as Isaac get put in the stroller while he kicks his tiny little legs up in the air in excitement “all right,all right lad we’re going on a trip are you excited” Steven said gleefully as he booped isaac’s little nose as they head out of the flat and heading to the museum. Dispite having a Jewish background, Steven can’t help but admire the big Christmas tree and decor in the lobby of the museum as he smiles at Isaac who apparently is taking a little nappy in the stroller he was pushing towards the Egyptian exhibit while he takes out a tiny straw cover out of the miniature pyramid of Giza and starts talking to Isaac telling him all about the history of Egypt about their gods /goddesses and its culture. “You see Isaac the Egyptian believed you needed your heart to be judged in the underworld. Only the worthiest would be able to pass through Filed of Reeds , believe it or not i and Marc were there for a bit when we-“ suddenly the rudest woman voice interrupted him “Oy , Stevie is that you you lout?” Steven goes pale and turns to see Donna, he’s ex boss that he and Marc thought that she might be fire due to a lack of empathy or emotion , not to mention Jake wanted to scare her or curse at her back when Steven was working for her. “Hello Donna” he kindly greeted her while trying to avoid her annoying gum chew which steven swears that she’s gonna blow up a bubble and pop it to scare him and wake up Isaac from his stroller nap “ and it’s Steven with a v Donna” Donna who is odlivous to see the baby stares at him with disgusted expression while holding a box of what looks like a Anubis plushie wearing a mini Santa hats on them while putting them down on the gift shop area “if this about rehiring you just to be a bloody tour guide then no your not gonna happen you dult” she’s said to him hurting Steven’s feelings like when he worked in the museum gift shop

“ well actually Donna that’s not the case here . I’m-“ he gets cut off by Donna again while Steven knows that Marc and Jake are trying to hold it together not to take control of the body and slap Donna hard in the face or for Jake see her choke on her own chewing gum as karma “then what is it then? You auditioning for a tour guide again?” She asked “because you aren’t ever going to be one” Steven frown deepened his also heard Isaac starting to stir awake from his mini nappy “well, That’s actually more crushing to hear now because I’m actually here with my baby son.” He replied with a fake smile while trying to sue pressed Marc or even take control over the body as his son rubbed his eyes and looking at them.

Donna looks at the newly awaken baby with a scoff a sign that she didn’t believe him “you’re joking right? Stevie Grant , a 30 year old virgin somehow managed to impregnated a gal and decided to raise the babe?” She remarked as Steven wince “well actually we-i mean uh…“ Donna cut him off again “so who is that lass that made a baby with without knowing they’ve unintentionally made a mistake making you this lad a Mistake …how are you even paying bloody child support when you don’t have a job? ” After hearing that Steven heart broken at that question …he doesn’t know why jake doesn’t tell them who the mother of their son is or why she decided to leave him in the care of them as Isaac started to babble as he was trying to say something to defend his dad(s) from Donna verbal abuse but he fail and starts to cry slowly, “Donna please you making the little lad cry” he started ‘or maybe he’s hungry or need a diaper change?’ Steven thought “besides I already paid half of the amount to fix the loo damages and which by away still wasn’t me” but as usual Donna doesn’t listen and start to berate Steven and at which point calls , little do they know Marc was watching through the glass reflection on a glass coffin clearly getting piss off at Donna and the fact Isaac isn’t liking the situation that Steven is in “damnit” Marc muttered and feeling like he has enough and he decided on what to do.…as Steven was about feel like he was about to have a panic attack, Marc Spector finally gain control of his own body and give Donna a cold expression “I suggest you stop there Donna” Marc said making Donna startled almost choking on her obnoxious gum chewing at Steven’s sudden American accent that just came out. “Excuse me-“ started but gets cut off by Marc “now listen here you woman, you may act like you own this fucking place and treat Steven like he worthless but he is not! I know people like you Donna Gertrude Oswald , people who don’t know that they are treating people with limitations poorly weather it is a sleep condition or someone going through.” He was anger “and don’t you ever call my son a mistake! I don’t have the answer why or who his mother is but no matter what the reason, That baby is my son and you Donna should have been fire from all the things you said and did to me and other coworkers in this museum, so I’m just gonna give you a warning …if you ever, ever do mistreat anyone like this again, I will not hesitate to give a call to HR about how you been abusing your job title” and with that Marc grab the stroller and starts walking the other direction switching back to a baffled Steven unware some guests filmed the whole encounter .

“You really didn’t have to do that Marc” Steven responded after calming down Isaac while sitting on a bench in the exhibit feed him his bottle and looking at the reflection in front of him “but I did and I was pissed at what she said about Isaac” Marc defended himself looking down, but instead of a mini speech from Steven but what he heard was something unexpected “thanks mate, I too didn’t like what she said about Isaac being a mistake” Steven told him “ though what you said will probably not change Donna behavior though it but you defending speech was amazing Marc.” That made Marc happy and Isaac coos reaching for a piece of the exhibit which was a mini figurine of Khonsu depiction in Hieroglyphs but give a hiccup when Isaac gets put back into the stroller and sucks on his pacifier.

After that Steven continues his explaining the stories and history to Isaac and goes to head home when it’s starting to give Isaac a bath and give a call to get him a babysitter for tomorrow night, When Steven check his socials, he froze when he saw a viral video of him (well marc) giving Donna a taste of her own medicine while the caption read “Karen gets exposed and puts in her place”.

tags: @guruan,@forwantofwill,@melodygatesauthor @ominoose

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 15

Word Count:  2k

Warnings:  angst, smut, unprotected sex, a/b/o dynamics, marking/knotting, manipulation, violence, torture, character death.

“Where is she?”

Steve flinched as Sharon slammed her hands down on the desk in front of him, “Sharon, I don’t know wh-“

“DON’T LIE TO ME, STEVEN!”

Steve could hear the alpha command from her, but it didn’t have the same effect that it had been the past few months.  The feeling that Steve had come to know, the aching feeling that overcame his every nerve and dug deep into his bones every time that Sharon had presented him with an alpha command was nothing more than a dull itch that he felt at the base of his neck. 

His hindbrain was able to ignore it, despite the mark that she’d left on him, and he knew why.

“Mate…” Steve growled as his cock spasmed deep into her core.  He groaned, his balls draining within the depths of her velvety channel as her back arched away from him. 

He reached forward and caught her hand, their fingers lacing in an instant as his own body kept her from closing her legs.  His frame hovered over hers as her core shuddered, their frames becoming covered in the dirt from the forest floor as she milked him dry and his knot deflated inside of her. 

And in a moment, it was over. Steve pulled out of her, and flipped her around so quickly that her cunt was clenching around open air as she still hadn’t processed what had happened.

His lips caught hers in a flurry and the two continued their intimacy with aggressive nips and playful bites as Steve’s mouth left his lovers, gearing towards her neck. 

“Steve…”

He could hear the pain in her voice as his mouth trailed over her pulsating mating gland.  He pressed a gentle kiss to it, before continuing his line down her throat.  But she stopped him, pulling him back.

“I never wanted you to get hurt, Cinna…” he sighed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as she mirrored him. 

“Mark me…” Steve was beyond shocked at the two simple words.  His lips parted, but nothing came out as he silently questioned her.  He went to speak, and she put a finger over his lips, “I never wanted to get rid of it, Steve…we-we belong to one another.  And we both know that.  You’re my mate, just as I am yours.”

“Luna…”

“Mark me again, alpha…it’s what I want…” she begged him, her eyes trailing to his own neck, “mark me and then let me mark you.  We’re true mates, Steve…let’s complete the ceremony and run off with Stevie…”

“I want that so bad.”

“Mark me again, mate…don’t let her keep us apart.”

Her teeth gnashed together and she snarled as she recognized the mark on Steve’s neck.  She bared her teeth at him, and Steve growled.

“I felt it, you know,” she spat, “I felt it when you let her bite over my mark.”

“Good…” he hissed, “then you got the smallest taste of what you put my mate, my luna through.”

“You’re pretty ballsy coming back to the packhouse, Steve Rogers…especially knowing that my pack outnumbers the wolves you have left here with you…maybe I ought to show them…and you who’s the dominant alpha, despite your little whore marking you up!”

Steve smirked, “you think you’d get away with it?  Because I know for a fact that while I may be the only one hear right now, the second Sam saw the mark on my neck, he told those loyal to me to scatter.  My people, Sharon, are regrouping.”

She sneered, “bullshit, Steve!”

“They are,” he smirked once more, “my luna is safe, away from you and your pack of jackals.  My pup is safe.  And you-“

But Steve’s words were cut off as Saron slapped him.  His head whipped to the side, and in that small instant, she produc4ed a needle, stabbing him in the neck. 

His eyes went wide as she pushed the plunger and he felt something the equivalent of ice racing through his veins. 

“WH-what did you do?” “When I felt you slipping away, I created an insurance policy, Steve…” she said as his world began to feel fuzzy, “I knew that you would come back, and I made sure that even if you thought you could run me out, I had the upper hand.”

“Killing me won’t solve your problems, Sharon,” he growled as he lazily reached for the needle and pulled it from his neck.  His grip loosened and he dropped the needle.  His eyes followed it, lazily, and he looked at the clear cylinder and silver needle.  It caught his attention, and he found himself unable to look away from it between the moments of darkness, “y-you’re a shit alpha.”

“Oh…don’t you worry, Steven…this won’t kill you,” she smirked.  He felt his body giving way as it slid out of the chair and onto the ground.  The darkness started to fill in his line of sight as his eyes closed, “this will just keep you docile enough to find your little slut and get her out of the picture once and for all…and then…then I’m going to re-mark you and show you why you don’t try to cross me, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s mouth felt dry when he woke up.  His body felt like it had been thrown into a cement mixer, and aches filled his body as he pushed himself up from the ground. 

The needle was gone, but he knew that he hadn’t imagined it. 

He felt a pain coming from the other side of his neck, and he winced when he reached up to touch it. 

Fear coated his very soul as he pushed himself quickly from the floor, ignoring all of his senses.  He fell against his desk, before pushing himself towards the wall, where he could see himself in the full-length mirror. 

He shuddered when he saw his neck. 

It was controlled, unlike what had originally happened to Cinna. 

The mark she’d given him had been removed, and just above it was a fresh, new mark, undoubtedly from Sharon. 

He only knew that it was from her, because the overwhelming urges that he’d first recognized from when she’d originally marked him returned. 

He felt the overwhelming urge to be with her, despite his own personal feelings. 

And then it hit him all at once.

If Sharon had removed the mark while he was unconscious, then Cinna might have felt it. 

Bitterness tinged his scent as he thought about his own experiences when Sharon had burned away his mark on Cinna’s throat. 

What if she thought that he was dead?

He had to find her. 

Warn her. 

Racing towards the door, he ignored the looks from several wolves who were in the packhouse, curious at why the alpha seemed to be so worried.

He disregarded everyone as he shifted at the edge of the packhouse and darted towards the forest, knowing that he had to get to the place where Cinna had been hiding all along. 

The one place that Sharon didn’t know about, despite having marked him in the first place.

His family den.

“CINNA!” Steve tore down the stairs, slamming his way into the den, and was surprised when he didn’t see Cinna, but rather, Wanda.  His heart raced as he looked at the omega, “Where is she?”

“Y-you’re alive?”

Steve felt dread in the pit of his stomach, “where is she?”

“S-she went to make a pyre…Steve, she was convinced you were dead when you went to the packhouse.  She thought Sharon killed you!”

“You have to get Stevie and take him out of here,” he said quickly, “I have friends whose pack you can stay with, but-“

“I can’t leave without Cinna, alpha-“

“You don’t get it,” he growled, “I-I don’t know where Sharon is.  After she removed my mark from Cinna and replaced it with her own once again, I don’t know what happened.  I-“

“What happened was that I followed you!”

Steve snapped around, instantly finding himself in a protective stance so that he was shielding Wanda from her vision.

Sharon was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk on her face as she looked at Steve. 

“You are an idiot,” she laughed, “I knew that when I removed her mark you would try to come and find her…and you led me right to-Wanda?”

Steve swallowed nervously. 

He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Sharon setting a trap.  He was so worried about getting to Cinna, that his logic left him as the worry that something would happen to her had filled him.  He never stopped to think that maybe he would be the cause for something to happen. 

“She’s not here!” Wanda said firmly, “ it’s just me.  I-“

“Daddy?”

Steve felt the dread filling his stomach once more as his pup crawled out of the bed.  Sharon smiled a wolfish grin as she noticed the young pup.

“She wouldn’t leave her pup behind, Steve…she’s close by!”

“Sh-she’s not!” Wanda offered up, stepping up beside Steve, “she went into a depression when she felt the connection break.  Sh-she thought you killed him!”

“Well…what better to lure out the heart-broken wolf than with the one thing that she still had left, hmm?”

Steve growled and shifted until he was between Sharon and his son.  But her warriors were quickly replacing where he was, grabbing Wanda.  She screamed as one of them lifted a dagger to her throat. 

“Let her go!”

“You don’t get to make the demands, Steve…I already told you that,” Sharon laughed, “I’m the dominant alpha, not you!”

“Let her and my son go!”

“I don’t think so, Steve…step aside!”

A shiver ran down his spine as he began to feel the same chill that he’d felt any time she’d alpha commanded him before.  His nerves lit up like a fire had been set to them, and he screamed out in agony as he tried to ignore the command. 

“STEP.  ASIDE.  STEVE!”

With another scream, his feet moved against his will, allowing her to pass by and start in towards his son.  Stevie screamed as she reached for him, and the toddler tried to run, but was caught by the faster wolf. 

“LET HIM GO!”

Her eyes met Steve’s once more and she smiled, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let one go…but I’m going to make an example of the other one, Steve.  We’ve got two traitors in our midst that have been hiding out-“

“MY SON IS NOT A TRAITOR.  MY PUP-“

“SHUT UP!” she screamed, holding Stevie in a way that her hands were about to snap his neck, “One more word out of you that I didn’t ask for and I’ll kill them both.  UNDERSTAND?”

Steve felt the tears pricking at his eyes as he nodded.  She jerked her hands and Stevie screamed, clearly afraid of what was going on.  Steve held his hands up, “don’t hurt him.  Please.”

“Is that your final answer?”

Steve looked to Wanda.  The tears in her eyes were evident, but she knew.  She knew that Steve wouldn’t chose her over his own pup.  She knew that there was no one coming to save her in her final moments.

Her lips warbled as she whimpered in the warrior’s arms, “i-it’s okay, alpha…p-protect your pup!”

Steve’s tears fell down his cheeks and he looked away from her, ashamed that he couldn’t do more.  He looked to his son who was scared beyond all belief, and more shame filled him, as the toddler saw him for being less than what he wanted to be.

“Look away, Stevie,” Steve begged his son, “close your eyes, little pup…you shouldn’t see this…”

“Daddy!” the toddler cried.

“Please don’t hurt my pup, Sharon…”

The smile got even wider on Sharon’s face as she looked to her warriors and nodded.  Steve’s eyes closed and he heard the unmistakable sound of the dagger being dragged across her throat.  Stevie screamed once again, and his shame grew. 

“I’m so sorry!” he whispered through his sobs, knowing that he couldn’t have done more for the woman who put her trust in him, “I-I’m so sorry, Wanda!”

Chapter 16

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[lethal-domme-mommy]

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Stevie McGarrett is a leader of a criminal empire she built herself. She trains femme fatales to do her bidding and help run her empire. On paper she runs security firms, which is her way of smuggling weaponry to her clients. She has a close connection with pharmaceuticals. She has her agents hunt down the rarest plants, venoms, and minerals to experiment to make interesting drugs with.

She's got two children, twins, who are her heirs and second in command. A son named Jackal and a daughter Jack.

High libido runs in the family, as well as desires that may not be suitable for all.

NSFW content to be found on here. From taboo, dub con, non con, somno, drugs use, alcohol use, violence, and much more.

[luxeavenger]

Jackals

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader

Warnings: Orgasm delay/denial, vaginal sex, fingering, teasing, begging

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Bucky’s fingertips swirl over your clit while Steve fucks up into you with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Bucky, please” you implore him, desperation making your voice thin and whiny.

He grins at you with a shrug as you sit atop Steve in reverse cowgirl, so Bucky can do all manner of wicked things to you while Steve is busy not letting you come.

Heard before it’s felt, Steve’s hand smacks against the tender meat of your ass like a whip crack. His hand tangles in the hair on the back of your scalp, and he pulls you backwards until your back is pressed against the sweat-damp skin of his broad chest. He releases your hair only to slip that hand around your throat.

“What did I tell you?” he growls in your ear.

What had he told you exactly? You’d remembered perfectly just a moment ago, but being bent back like this has shoved the plug in your ass even deeper, and Bucky’s questing fingers have slipped into your pussy to make you feel even fuller as Steve continues to fuck you with deep, and languid strokes. Of course, Bucky seizes the opportunity to start slurping and sucking at your swollen clit.

The hand around your throat tightens, and your insides flutter at the increase in pressure.

He repeats himself, “What did I tell you?” The hand grows tighter still, and his cock somehow pushes even deeper into you. “The longer it takes, the longer you wait.”

Wait? Oh. That’s it!

Something Bucky does with his tongue makes you shudder, and when you answer, your voice comes out in a tremulous murmur, “You decide when I get to come. Not Bucky.”

You feel his lips curl into a smile against your ear. His voice is gentle, and full of genuine pride when he purrs, “There’s my good girl!” He noses against your neck, peppering the column of your throat with soft kisses, and purring praise while he fucks you with increasing vigor.

At one point his hips are smacking against you so hard the only noise you can make are little yips that hiccup out of you uncontrollably. You feel like you’re ready to spontaneously combust, but—like a cool drink of water—Bucky’s there. Smiling down at you with eyes the color of cool ocean waves. He brushes the hair away from your face with his chilly metal fingers. Noticing the way you chase after the coolness, he tenderly cups his mechanical hand over your fevered cheek.

A soft puff of air tickles your forehead when Bucky gently blows air at your face, the sweat prickling as it dries against your skin. You mewl his name, and cling to his metal arm until he shushes you. “It’s okay, princess. It’ll be soon. I promise. Think of how happy you’ll be when you get to tease me,” he chuckles.

A groaned “Jesus fuck, princess,” rumbles out of Steve’s chest, and he pushes Bucky away from your face, and back down to your cunt. Bucky leaves you with a lopsided grin and a little shrug that says, See? I told you so.

Steve’s thick arms wrap around your torso to hold you in place as he snaps his hips into you with growl.

You feel the familiar building of pressure in your core, but even as your back arches, and your body prepares for the expected flood of ecstasy, Steve’s big hand knots itself into Bucky’s long hair, and yanks him away from your pussy to lay next to him on the mattress.

You let out a frustrated sob, and feel around beside you on the mattress for Bucky. When you find the hand he isn’t using to jack his cock, you cling to it. Squeezing his hand between both of yours, you make a needy sound.

“Stevie, please.”

He pants, “Please what?”

“Can I come? Pretty please? I need to, Stevie! God, please!”

“Goddamn, princess. You beg so fucking pretty.” He grunts when your cunt clenches around him. “Fuck,” he curses, “keep squeezing my cock like that, and I’ll keep you on top of it even longer.” He drops a hand to your clit, and smacks it hard.

You grab his wrist, “I can’t! I can’t! Please, Stevie, please. I need to! I have to! Please, please let me come. I need it so bad. Please, please, pretty please!”

“Holy, fuck,” there’s a soft thump when Steve’s head falls back against the mattress. “You beg me like that, and you can have anything you want, princess.” He smacks your clit again with a hum, “You can come when I do. I’m close, so you better be ready.”

“Stevie, can I…?” Bucky trails off.

“Yeah, babe. Go on,” Steve pants.

Eagerly, Bucky springs to his knees. He slips his fingers around where Steve is disappearing inside of you, and forces two fingers into the tight space, eliciting deep, and desperate groans from all three of you.

When Steve’s back bows off the mattress with a groan that rattles out of his throat, you know he’s there, and you fall over the edge together. The heat of his come spreads inside you, an instant before Bucky’s persistent fingers on your g-spot make your vision white out when you squirt a messy mixture of your come and Steve’s over Bucky’s hand, which he immediately begins sucking off his fingers.

Steve is quietly cursing underneath you as you try to catch your breath.

Bucky’s wide eyes come into view, and he asks around his fingers, “Is it my turn now?”

Panting heavily, Steve gripes, “That was like the fourth round. Gimmie a second, you jackals.”

“Don’t have an asthma attack, punk,” Bucky suggests helpfully.

“Eat a dick, Buck.”

“But you said you needed a minute.”

Steve lifts you off his chest and lays you gingerly on the mattress next to him. He shakes his head at Bucky, “I can’t with you right now.”

Bucky kisses you on the forehead, rolls you over, and starts working the plug out of your ass. You moan, “God yes, Buck,” and he grins over at Steve.

“Take your time. I think us ‘jackals’ can find something to do while we wait.”

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[ratofthemedievalsewers]

To Walk Among the Gods - Part I

Steven Grant x Male, Avatar Reader

Word Count: 3.9K+

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and Language

After the soul has passed into the next world its heart shall be weighed. Should it be balanced and pure then it shall venture to the A'Aru, the Field of Reeds. Yet if the soul is cruel; filled with hatred, brutality and deceit, then it shall be cast away to the desert and dragged beneath the sands - Their journey ending before it could even begin.

Aside from the groups of local school children, the museum was barren, as it often was in the middle of the week. The Egyptology display was quiet, seeming to emit an ominous aura, not helped by the towering replica statues that stood, intimidating, at the display's entrance. Y/N seemed to be in a silent sort of contemplation, focusing on one of the Ennead displays. Behind the glass case, the jackal-shaped statue of Anubis sat, withered and worn with its great age. Text detailing the history of the Anubis Shrine sat in front of the display, clear for the viewer to read.

"Anubis is often mistaken as the God of Death and Evil, but he was actually a protector of burial sites and graves..." The sudden voice beside Y/N made him jump, ripping him out of his thoughts and to the man beside him.

"He would also guide souls into the afterlife," Y/N spoke up, seeming to wince at breaking the silence that had surrounded the both of them.

The man beside him, whose nametag read as 'Steven' gave a smile. "Anubis also judges the souls that pass through to the underworld, the Duaat, with a set of scales. But even though he is the God of Death, he's not the god of the dead, that would be-"

"Osiris, who is a god of both life and death, is also associated with agriculture, which is probably why their heaven is a field of reeds." Y/N turned back to the display of Egyptian artefacts, finding it hard to look into Steven's doe-like eyes any longer.

A moment of awkward silence passed between them, with Steven taking a sip of his, notedly empty, coffee cup just to fill the space. "Do you..." He cleared his throat, "Do you come to the museum often? I haven't seen you around before."

"No, this is my first time visiting," Y/N tugged on the loose thread of the dark jumper he wore, paranoid of the ink beneath becoming visible. "I could use a tour guide though?" He said that line as more of a request, turning his head again to Steven, but keeping his eyes trained on the open space beside him.

Steven sputtered for a moment, unsure if he had read between the lines correctly, "I... I could give you a tour... if you would like? I'm not an actual tour guide though... I just work at the gift shop... I'm a gift shopist," Steven internally cringed at the sound of himself rambling, unsure if he had immediately scared the other man away.

But instead, Y/N just smiled and chuckled slightly under his breath.

"I'd like that."

Steven let out a small sigh he didn't know he had been holding, releasing his grip on the to-go coffee that had caused it to slightly deform.

"Oi, Stevie, you're late... again," Donna called from just outside the barrier of the Egyptology exhibit, tapping the cheap watch on her wrist, a foul look on her face. "And stop bothering the customers."

Steven blushed in embarrassment as if he was a kid caught with his hand directly in the cookie jar. "Gotta dash," With an apologetic smile he turned, following Donna like a guilty puppy. It was only walking away that he realised he had no idea what the other man's name was, let alone a way to ask about their date-

No, not a date, just a tour.

*****

The rain was harsh as it spat on his face, the cold and damp soaking through the thin, light layers of his clothes and seeming to pierce his bare, ink-covered arms. The wind brushed up against him, pulling at the loose fabric of his clothes and tugging at the material of his hooded cloak. The ornate dagger he held in a tight fist glistened in the light of the moon, the refracted light hitting the loose stone of the rooftop.

"There is much work to do in a city of this size. With souls so corrupted their cruelty spreads like a plague." The jackal's voice was gravelly with its little use, it was unusual for him to speak unless it was to give orders to his avatar.

"What a ray of sunshine you are," The hooded figure's voice was muffled behind the half mask - The inside was shaped like the lower half of a human's face to sit comfortably, but with the outside moulded into elongated, tear-shaped nostrils and an open mouth, displaying sharp, beastly canines in a constant snarl. Paired with the relaxed eyes of its wearer, the mask didn't match the current tranquillity shared between the two.

"What I am trying to get across is... We shall be staying here a while longer than usual." The jackal crossed his arms over his chest, standing tall and almost defensive with his back completely straight.

"Anubis, we've talked about you being all cryptic and mysterious before." Y/N turned to face the god completely, mirroring his stance as the two stood in a combative silence together, one waiting for the other to crack.

The jackal sighed, relenting. "At the museum, the... gift shop-ist you spoke to, he seemed... interested in you."

"He also seemed interested in you, which is why I'm assuming you're giving me this little blessing of yours." Anubis let a smile grace across his animal features before his expression became sullen and serious. "Oh Christ, here it comes," Y/N muttered under his breath, not caring if the god heard.

"The work I give you can be a lot for a mortal mind to process. You need friends... connections, to keep your head to the ground and away from the vastness of the clouds and their foggy distortion. But as your time as my avatar, there have been too few and too brief moments you have truly allowed yourself to be in the arms of another."

Y/N gave Anubis a raised brow. "Are you saying I need to get laid?"

The god gave a sigh, "pesky mortal souls... but yes, I the Great Egyptian God of the Dead, Mummification, Embalming and Burials am telling you to get laid."

*****

Steven had jumped into the air like a scared cat when the to-go cup was placed on his desk. It was marked with the logo of his favourite coffee shop that just sat around the corner. Next to the small illustration of a bouquet of flowers was the name 'Y/N' written in rushed handwriting, the black ink of the permanent marker crisp and clear against the off-white of the cup.

"Looks like you could use a pick me up," Y/N leant on his arms against the desk, careful not to disturb the containers and displays of cheap, yet expensive, museum gift shop trinkets. He took a sip from his own to-go cup, shivering at the pleasant warmth that passed down his throat and settled against the bottom of his stomach.

Steven just stared for a minute, his brain not fully caught up and comprehending. "Th... Thanks," He took a precarious sip from the cup, not sure what to expect, but the taste on his tongue left him pleasantly surprised. "How did you..?"

"Psychic," Y/N wiggled his fingers in a playful manner. "I read the label on your cup yesterday and then prayed for the best." With his arms now resting on the counter again Y/N mindlessly played with the ends of his sleeves, tugging and picking at several loose strands he had been working on earlier that day. "So, when are you off work? You still owe me a tour."

"Erm.." Steven hastily checked his watch, forgetting for a moment how to actually read the time. "I'm off in an hour or so, is that too long?"

"I don't mind waiting. I'll be over by the display from yesterday when you're ready."

There were more people surrounding the Egyptology exhibit than yesterday, their voices hushed between each other but still disturbed the comfort the room offered. Even the large display of Set, a deity of chaos and disorder, offered a corrupt peace - A prayer statue of the Egyptian God sitting with his eyes in a state of repose that chilled Y/N to his bones. Something about it was disturbing.

"Nasty bugger was Set, but I guess you would be if you were a god of violence and storms and so on," Steven walked slowly to Y/N's side in an attempt not to scare him, speaking with a hushed tone so as not to disrupt the other people that slowly meandered the room, feigning an intellectual interest in the blocks of texts that sat in front of Egyptian artefacts they had already seen in the leaflets and adverts.

"He also killed and mutilated his brother Osiris," Y/N still held the to-go cup in his hand, now empty with the plastic lid warped at the edges with teeth marks. "But Osiris did marry his sister, so he kind of had it coming."

"The political aspects of Set are also quite interesting. You see, Set was always associated with foreigners, but during the later periods that held larger amounts of colonisation he became more associated with oppressive foreigners such as Persian and Kushite empires..." Steven spoke a hundred miles a minute as if the information contained within him could no longer be held or it would for sure cause him to burst.

"What got you into all this?" Y/N made a vague gesture with his arms as he asked Steven.

"Well..." He didn't know how to answer, "I just find it fascinating, like an interlocked, two thousand years old story. With so many interpretations and translations you can always find a new aspect of it to explore."

A moment passed between them.

"What about you? What got you into all this?" Steven copied Y/N movement, causing both to smile in amusement.

"A mix of interest when I was young and my career. I've always had a fascination with the Egyptian Gods and their history, there's just something about it that just seems to pull you in." Y/N turned to the statue of Anubis, sensing the god now present in the shadows of the room. "Anubis had always fascinated yet terrified me the most out of all the gods. His complete grasp on not just your life but your soul, your destiny... where you'd spend eternity. He can see everything you have done in your life, what you might have done given the chance and he judges your very existence on those thoughts, those tiny, unimportant thoughts."

Steven let out a long huff of air, "Blimey," He didn't exactly know how to respond to such a statement, "well let's hope he didn't see me nicking digestives from the biscuit tin."

"I'm sure he'll give you a free pass on that one." Y/N cracked the lip of the disposable drinks cup lid once more, his fingertips brushing along the edge of the new sharp splinter within the plastic, almost breaking the first few layers of skin. He could feel the harsh stare from Anubis, the feeling forcing the hairs on the back of Y/N's neck to stand tall. He shivered.

"Are you cold?" Steven moved before the other could reply, peeling the cargo-material jacket from himself and laying it on Y/N's shoulders, careful to not accidentally brush his fingers against his skin.

"Thank you."

Steven kept his promise in regards to giving Y/N a tour of the Ancient Egypt exhibit. They moved from one exhibit to another, with Steven rattling on about each artefact, his hands waving wildly in the air to further articulate each sentence. Y/N let him talk, only speaking up to add his own little pieces of knowledge or ask a question he genuinely didn't know the answer to.

"It is time."

"I enjoyed today Steven, thank you." Y/N still held onto the jacket that had been draped over his shoulders, pulling at the opening gently, already mourning the loss of the warmth provided before taking it off. "Would I be okay to give you my number?"

"Uh yeah... yeah, that would be brilliant, thanks," Steven took his jacket back when Y/N held it out to him, holding it on his lap despite the chill that had crept across him throughout the evening. "I really enjoyed tonight too, not many - or, well, anyone - listens to me ramble like that."

"Y/N, you are wasting time."

Y/N stood, attempting to ignore the bordering threatening voice that spoke at the side of him. "I'd be happy to listen to you ramble like that again." His arms twitched with the desire to hug Steven, but he kept them awkwardly at his sides, unsure what to do with them now.

A beat of delicate silence passed between them, both trying to find the words they wanted to say.

"I'll see you soon... I hope," Y/N made his move to leave first, shoulders hunched in self-consciousness, embarrassed by his own lack of social skills.

"That was hard for even me to watch."

Y/N cursed at Anubis under his breath.

*****

Y/N had not seen or heard from Steven in a few days.

It had been almost a week since Steven had given him a tour, followed by a few days of awkward, yet sweet conversations over text. Neither had drawn up the courage to arrange that second date; Every night Y/N would stare at the blinking line in the text box, the empty space mocking him with silent laughter. On those few occasions, he had the capacity to write the first few words, but none of them ever seemed to sound quite right.

Anubis had taunted him relentlessly over his 'weeping heart' every time he checked his phone for a notification he might have just missed.

The museum was more crowded today than it had been the day they met. With so many heads surrounding Y/N, he couldn't pick out Steven's. The counter at the gift shop was occupied by another face, one that looked mind-numbingly bored as they scanned items and handed receipts to customers they barely spoke more than a few words to. Maybe he had a different shift?

Y/N felt Anubis' presence beside him, the people surrounding the both of them moving through the god as if he were a ghost.

"There is something wrong here."

Those simple words send a spike of anxiety straight into Y/N's core, the cold wash of adrenaline already circulating through him. He thought of Steven first and he made a move for the Egyptology exhibit out of impulse. "What can you sense?" Y/N spoke under his breath, barely moving his lips in an attempt to keep his question to the god between them.

"It is faint, but I can taste the ancient power behind it... tread lightly."

Y/N felt their presence as soon as he passed the threshold of the exhibit, the hair at the nape of his neck bristled as the centuries-old instinct of terror nestled its way into his gut. He kept himself to the shadows that the replica obelisk graciously provided from the overhead lights.

"I'd assumed Steven Grant was an alias, imagine my surprise to find you here," An icy chill washed over him - he knew that voice. It's gentle, bittersweet tone that promised a paradise yet spoke of an apocalypse.

He heard Steven flag one of the security guards in a desperate attempt to escape, but he was surrounded by Ammit's followers - Harrow's lapdogs.

"Mate, I don't have your bloody beetle, I swear. I..." The desperation in Steven's voice made Y/N's heart ache.

"Oh, no. The scarab doesn't belong to me, it belongs to her. Do you know Ammit?"

"Do I know Ammit... No, not personally." Y/N summoned a dagger, to his hand, following Harrow as he backed Steven into a corner. Harrow's company was annoyingly organised, forcing Y/N to continuously weave through the spaced-out displays and columns. "Egyptian deity, right? Er... World's first bogeyman."

"She was only the bogeyman for evildoers," Steven knocked into one of the displays, causing it to almost topple over, "She grew weary of having to wait for sinners to commit their crime before punishing them. Would you wait to weed a garden till after the roses were dead?"

"I- I wouldn't do that?"

"The justice of Ammit surveys the whole of our lives. Past, present and future. She knows what we've done and what we will do."

"Great. Okay. Well, the books must have left that part out." The doors that Steven had been meticulously backing towards now slammed closed as another of Harrow's men stood in front of it, eyeing Steven with a look of challenge.

"Consider this. Had Ammit been free-" Harrow had made a move to take Steven's hands in his own, a potential death sentence should Steven's heart be unbalanced. Y/N had no doubt that Steven's heart would be true, but he was not willing to risk the unfair justice that Ammit brought.

"Had Ammit been free the world would have been bathed in nothing but fear and innocent blood," Y/N now stood from his place behind one of the displays, aiming to take Harrow's attention away from Steven long enough for the other to get out of arms reach. Y/N held the knife parallel along the inside of his wrist, concealing it from the other's view. "A soul is only guilty when its crime is committed. If they are taken from the physical plane before they are able to commit this crime then they are still of pure heart."

Harrow sighed in clear annoyance, picking up his cane for a moment, battling with the desire to slam it in frustration. But he kept his emotions under an unnerving grasp, softly placing the cane tip back on the laminate tile floor.

Steven was an easy character to read, his emotions flowing through his movement, saturated in the tone he used when he spoke. But the look on his face now was muddled and perplexing; Fear mixed with confusion and maybe something of betrayal laced within it.

"You are friends with an avatar of Anubis, Steven?" Harrow turned away from Y/N, an odd power play, willingly displaying his back to the enemy. He read the emotions etched onto Steven's face, his eyebrows knitting together as he solved the puzzle pieces. "You didn't know?"

"W-We've only just met."

"Then I assume you don't know of the contract that he has signed, or why he had to sign it in the first place," Harrow turned, a predatory look within his eyes as he locked onto Y/N.

"Don't." A small whisper under his breath, close to pleading.

"They say Anubis' meets his avatars once they have already passed over and their heart has been weighed. He never chooses those whose scales are balanced..." Harrow tapped his can on the floor twice, before Y/N could register its significance, two sets of hands grabbed hold of his biceps, locking him in place. "...instead he takes only those who accept that their scales will send them to the sands... I wonder."

Harrow rolled up his sleeve before he gripped Y/N's wrists in each hand, the underside of his forearms facing the ceiling to reveal the scales.

They didn't move.

Harrow gripped harder as if it would force the scales to weigh Y/N's heart. His hold finally loosened when he was certain that what he suspected was true.

"Fascinating," He spoke under his breath, more to himself than another. Still keeping one hand wrapped around Y/N's left wrist, he moved the thin fabric of his jumper sleeve, revealing the black ink beneath. The scripture of an Egyptian death right. "A living corpse, tied to Anubis on a leash. I wonder, what crimes did you commit in life to bring you to this moment."

"No worse crime than what you have committed Harrow, Amit is a hypocrite."

"Amit is desperate... She was betrayed by indolent fellow gods... By even her own avatar," Harrow made his way back over to Steven as he spoke, a look of fear still stricken on the other man's face. "Sometimes you must fight fire with fire."

"Steven has no part in this, let him be."

"There seems to be quite a few secrets kept between the two of you."

"Are you going to kill me?" Steven's voice cracked with the terror that had been growing inside him. The lights of the museum cracked and sparked with foreign energy, but only for a moment.

"It's maddening, isn't it?" Harrow's voice was low and soft as he spoke to Steven, Y/N had to strain his ears to hear him clearly. "The voice in your head. Relentless, forever unsatisfied. No matter how hard you try to please, it devours you until there is nothing left but a hollow shell." Harrow pulled up the sleeve of his right arm again, clearly displaying the scales to Steven who flinched at the sight of them.

"Harrow don't," Y/N pulled at the tight hold of the guards, a third holding him back as he saw the other two begin to struggle.

"And the more you ask for help, the more you begin to sound like the boy who cried wolf," Harrow held onto Steven's wrist with a gentle grip and in his fear Steven couldn't bring himself to move.

"I can't help you," Steven's breathing was heavy, panicked.

"I am trying to help you."

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Y/N roared as he tried to break free once more, managing only for a moment before he was tripped over onto his hands and knees. He couldn't tell how many bodies know lay holding him down as he fought against them with strength just beyond human.

"I saw you kill that woman in the alps."

"I only told her what millions more will soon learn. Do you want to know the truth?" Steven didn't pull away, instead, he looked at Harrow with eyes filled with conflicting thoughts.

Y/N heard the distant, ethereal ring as the scales began to shift. He had no doubt that Steven had a balanced heart, even from the brief time he had spent with him; there was no doubt about his crystal pure soul.

The scale didn't balance, but it didn't stop moving either.

"There's chaos in you," Harrow spoke in but a whisper.

The doors to the Egyptology exhibit opened and those that held Y/N down clambered off in a controlled rush. Steven pulled his arms to his chest as if now burned by Harrow's touch. Looking between both Harrow and Y/N, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, struggling to get the words out - he only managed a single sentence.

"Stay away from me."

His eyes met Y/N's as he turned and left.

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Avatars

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Wepwawet Avatar! reader

Genre: not necessarily fluff, it’s just you and Marc interacting for the first time

Warnings: little bit of violence and like a line of swearing, also this was written on a whim so it’s not that good

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Who is Wepwawet, you may ask. He is a god, depicted with a gray blue-ish wolf head, or jackal head. Originally he was a War Detity, or was seen as a scout to clear ways into war. But in later depictions of Wepwawet, he has gone up to the horizon and called the “Opener of the Sky”, clearing the way and guiding the dead to their afterlife.

So as you, Wepwawet’s avatar, are seen as a fierce fighter, but kind and gentle to those in need.

In times of need, people depict their savor with the head of a jackal or wolf, a flowing skirt (more of a half skirt, like a cape for your pants), and a tall staff with a slant at the top and two prongs at the bottom. They say they were kind, carrying them to safety as soon as they can. But fighting ferociously against the danger.

So, it’s when Steven finds you working in the museum with him, in the Ancient Egypt exhibit of course, due to your affiliation with a detity. He takes an interest in as, as Marc does too.

You stand up to your’s and Steven’s boss, Donna. Correcting her on his name, shooting back passive aggressive comments when she spits them out at your coworker, and taking over certain jobs when you can see that Steven is uncomfortable with Donna.

It’s not the slight crush inside of you towards Steven that makes you protect him, it’s your duty as an avatar to Wepwawet. It’s an instinct now, to protect those in need. Just like now.

“Stevie!!” Donna yelled.

Shop had closed. Patrons had long ago left. A few day security were left, and Donna had chosen you two to close up, to scan in items from today’s shipments and restock the larger of the shelves.

“Steven,” You corrected, stocking up some Anubis plushies.

You could practically feel Donna rolling her eyes in your direction as she walked by.

Steven was stocking up on Bastet statues, she’s seen in her most regal, house cat sitting form. But he turned to Donna, a fearful look in his eyes.

“I need you to go in the back and continue scanning in today’s shipment’s,” Donna ordered. “I’ll be leaving.”

And with that, your boss turned around and walked out the doors of the exhibit. And you rolled your eyes, leaning down and grabbing more Anubis plushies. You listened to Steven’s steps fade into the background and disappear behind the door to the back room.

You broke apart the box once done stacking the plushies onto their respective shelves, setting it behind the cash register. You wandered around the shop, making sure things were all stacked accordingly, fixing up Steven’s rushed stacking and putting away his empty box. You’ve also decided to grab one of your spare cleaning rags to clean up the exhibits that we’re guarded by glass.

As you clean, you notice two things, the moon is full and the large jackal statue that guarded the entrance to your exhibit was missing. Odd. Did they move it today without you notice? Or.. did something happen?

As if on queue, a noise sounded behind. Nothing more than a creak, but you couldn’t help but turn around. And before you stood an 8 foot snarling, drooling jackal.

It lunged at you and with the flick of a switch, you summoned your suit and held it back with your staff, your hands on either side and it’s jaws gaping around the metal rod.

“shit..” you muttered, drool dripping onto the floor.

With a thrust of your arms, you overpowered the jackal, and held it to the floor with a foot on its chest and the pronged end pressed up against its forehead.

“Down,” You ordered.

The jackal was still, like it was in a trance. It reminded you of a dead insect, with it on its back and it’s legs bent. It breathed still, the jackal’s eyes watching you.

“Stay,” You ordered again, cautiously lifting your foot from its chest.

It stayed.

“Go back to your post, jackal,” You told it.

The jackal scrambled up and over to the empty stone stand over by the entrance and sat exactly like the one on the other side of the door. Slowly, it turned back to stone.

As soon as that was done, you were suddenly put into a chokehold from behind. You grabbed their arms. with your pulling doing no avail, you elbowed them in the side. Within their moment of weakness, you flipped the over onto the floor in front of you and pointed the pronged end of your staff at their neck.

They were in a mummy wrapping-like suit. It covered their entire body, including their head. They also had a cape and a hood with their suit, but the hood was fallen back, revealing more of the covering on their face that encased their whole head.

“Who are you?” You both asked.

His voice was gruff and a little winded.

“You answer me first,” You pointed the staff closer.

“No,” The figure grabbed your staff, twisting you over and tripping you so you fell on your back. “You answer me first.”

You gasped for air. Landing flat on your back knocked the wind from you.

You noticed that the figure kneeled on top of you, holding the pronged end of your staff to your throat, like you had done to them previously.

You noticed their hand moving towards your jackal head, to lift it up you suppose. So you punched them in the face, cause them to reel back and hold their face. You kicked them off of you and grabbed your staff, poking at the figure.

“I asked first, who are you?” You asked once more, adjusting your mask to cover your face, as a little had been revealed.

“Fine,” the figure moved to stand, but you poked them back down with your staff. “Alright alright. I am the avatar for Khonsu. So then who are you?”

“I’m the avatar for Wepwawet,” You answered, observing the person below you.

They seemed well built, the hugging frame of their suit didn’t hide that. Too bad you couldn’t see their face so you knew who they were.

“So are we chill?” The person asked.

“I don’t know, are we?” You asked. “Not gonna put me in a chokehold again, are you?”

“No promises,” The person winked.

You hesitated for a moment, before retreating. You set the two-pronged end of your staff on the marble floor of the museum floor, careful not to leave any scratch marks as Donna might blame your coworker tomorrow if she saw the damage. And you watched as the mummy man get up, offering no help out of caution.

Before you both could speak, you turned your head to the side, hearing voices from the entrance to the museum.

“Night guards,” You mumbled, glancing at the man across from you who looked in the same direction. “C’mon.”

Without waiting or looking behind you, you headed for a back hallway in the exhibit, knowing a quick way out without being seen.

“Where are we going?” The man asked. He followed you.

“What way were you gonna go without being seen?” You questioned, spotting your escape route. “Out a window?”

He stayed quiet. That’s what you thought.

You trotted up the stairs, hearing the man’s heavier steps. You opened the exit door, the cold night hair hitting your face. The air stilled as you stepped outside.

You two ended up on the roof, the city lights lighting up the sky around you. You turned to watch your new companion fix his hood, pulling it up over his head. You observed the man more. His hood came to a point in front of his face, and his eyes glowed white, no pupil visible. He also had a half circle, shiny logo on the center of his chest.

“Like what you see?” The man questioned. He had an american accent, you now noticed now that your fight-or-flight had gone down.

“You wish,” You winked, knowing he couldn’t see it.

You noticed flashlights in the windows below. Noting that as your leave before they saw you two up here.

You moved to leave, hopping up onto one of the higher roofs.

“Where are you going?” The man asked. “How do I know you’re not a threat?”

“One, I’m not,” You answered. “And I’m going to leave before we’re caught. See ya later, Mummy Man.”

Before you gave him a chance to speak back, you hopped off the opposite side of the building and onto another, going through long way to a route to your flat, making sure your companion hadn’t followed you.

And Marc still stood on the building, watching the spot where you had disappeared. Looking for the ears of your mask, or your two pronged staff. He and Khonsu didn’t know Wepwawet had an avatar. They’d have to discuss this they next time they went to the Pyramid of Giza, I’m sure Steven would love to go back.

[s3a0tterart]

Fallout Ocs pt. 1

🍷 Gloria Vanghoul

Age: (p.w) 45, (cur) 255

D.O.B: November 9th, 2032 (Scorpio)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender: She/Her

Height: 5’5ft

Weight: 180lbs

Species/Race: Half ghoul, Human passing ghoul

Eyes: steel blue Iris, red-black scleraes. (Left eye blind hazy)

Hair: Dirty blonde, shoulder blade length, styled

Faction (main): Wasteland Cryptid museum, Vanghoul Family business; Casino, Inn, shop, etc.

Alliances: The great Khans, The Railroad, Goodneighbor, Necropolis, The Pitt, The Family, Fiends, Jackals, Vipers, Raiders, (prev) Cult of the Mothman, Children of atom, Underworld

Karma/Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, Neutral Karma

S.P.E.C.I.A.L-

Strength: 5

Perception: 9

Endurance: 9

Charisma: 10

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 5

Luck: 10

SKILLS/PERKS-

Skills: Guns, Traps, Melee weapons, Throwing knives, survival, first aid, steal, sneak, lockpick, pickpocket, barter, gambling, speech, repair

Perks: big leagues (1), Armorer (2), Blacksmith (2), Pickpocket (4), Rifleman (5), Locksmith (3), Penetrator (1), Toughness (3), Lead belly (3), Chen resistant (2), Aquagirl (1), Rad resistant (4), Cannibal (3), Ghoulish (4), Cap collector (3), Black Widow (3), Attack dog (3), Animal friend (3), Local leader (2), Party Girl (2), Inspirational (3), Wasteland whisperer (3), Intimidation (2), Medic (2), Gun nut (4), Scrapper (3), Chemist (3), Gunslinger (4), Sneak (3), Mister sandman (2), Action girl (2), Fortune finder (3), Scrounger (2), Bloodymess (2), Better criticals (2), Grim reaper’s sprint (2), four leaf clover (2)

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Stevie, Leonie, Desmond Lockheart, Carol, Jason Bright, Hancock, Isolde

Family: (long dead ex husband & parents), 3 children; Elijah (oldest son), Isaac (middle son) Robin (Roe) (daughter, youngest)

Enemies: NCR, Enclave, Brotherhood of steel, Talon Company, Omertas, White glove society, Diamond city

Lovers: N/A (cur), (ex-husband) Lenard

•Locations- New vegas, Maryland, The Pitt, California & Nevada, Boston NukaWorld

[maniaeofmadness]

Moon Knight does such a good job of creating confusion in the early episodes, and even the later episodes. Donna calls him Stevie, which could be a nickname, but could also be from one of the other Alters accidentally introducing him as Stevie, same with the security guard calling him Scotty. No one gets his name right. Dylan the tour guide also reminds him of their date, something that he has no memory of.

Then we see his nightly ritual of staying awake. Rarely do we see characters in media trying to stay awake, usually they have trouble going to sleep. Then he wakes up in the alps with a deep, booming voice telling him to “Surrender the body”. He runs away from people trying to kill him, and try’s to blend into a crowd of people- still having no idea what is going on. As the audience, we don’t know either. After watching the whole series, we know that Marc or Jake got them to alps, but Steven doesn’t know what happened, and the audience follows Steven primarily.

Then Steven sees Harrow, and a lady die right in front of him. He tells Steven that he knows him, but Steven doesn’t know him, Marc and/or Jake do. Then he’s blacking out randomly, and waking up with dead people around him and covered in blood. Steven is innocent, but Marc/Jake are not. He knows he would never do something like that, which creates more confusion in him. We as the audience don’t know much about Steven, but from what we’ve seen, we know he would never do something like this.

The whole first episode is very dream/ nightmare like, and Steven even says so himself. He even apologizes to a guy who tries to kill him. He blacks out even more, leaving both him and the audience confused.

Then his fish “grew” back a fin, and the pet shop lady says that he was their yesterday. Then the whole date sequence happens. He thinks that it’s Friday, when I’m reality it’s Sunday, and Stevens world starts to crumble. He thought that what happened in the alps actually happened. He starts to give up, ordering a steak when he’s a vegan. He’s so confused and disoriented that he barely registers what the waiter says.

He goes home and finds a key and a phone hidden in his own apparement. He answers Layla’s call and she calls him Marc. The same thing that the voice in the alps called him.

Then he hears Marc, telling him to stop looking. He runs out of his apartment, and has his encounter with Khonshu. He looks at him self in the mirror of the elevator, wondering if it will movie again. Khonshu freaks him out, and he wakes up on the bus. This time, however, he knows it’s not a dream because Khonshu follows him. He sees Harrow on the bus, and now he knows that none of it was a dream. Harrow tells him that he has chaos in him, and Steven just goes back to work. He has no idea what is happening, so he goes and does his his job.

Then he hear a the jackal, and ends up being chased into the bathroom where he finally meets Marc. He doesn’t want to give up control, he doesn’t even really know what that means. He knows that Marc can save them, but he’s scared and confused to what is happening. When Steven finally looks at Marc, there are no other reflections in the mirrors. It’s just him and Marc. Marc understands what’s happening, he finally gives control over to Marc, but it’s not seamless, Steven is still confused and disoriented.

That’s just the first episode

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WHAT WE NEED TO DO IS TALK ABOUT HOW AMAZING MOONKNIGHT IS ♥️ I LOVE STEVE IN THE SUIT AND WHEN HE WAS DOING A LITTLE DANCE VEGGING READY TO FIGHT “float like a butterfly sting like a be my name is Stevie with a V” 😭 precious AND MARC SPECTOR WHEN BE WAS FIGHTING THE JACKAL THING ON THE BUILDING AND HE SAID “GOTCHA” GOD DAMNN 😮‍💨

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Drawing I did yesterday on stream <3 HER HANDS ARE SO TINY IN HIS HELP ME THEY ARE SO CUTE RAHHHH

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Solar System playlist

Look up!  It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s....the Solar System playlist.  Click play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18LD_V5saMr7QzWS1Q3VAU6 

What’s out there beyond our own planet? A mystery at every turn. Mercury to Pluto. The Sun and the Moon, even Phobos gets a mention here. So come by the Neptune Towers and enjoy this Solar System playlist.

SOLAR SYSTEM

001 Amorphis - Far From The Sun 002 The Beatles - here comes the sun   003 Swans - Song For The Sun 004 Mastodon - Once More 'Round The SunStiff Little Fingers 005 Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun 006 Isaac Hayes - Driving In The Sun 007 Tom Petty - dark of the sun 008 DREAMTIME - Sun 009 Circus Diablo - Red Sun Rising 010 Tiamat - The Sun Also Rises 011 Covenant - Bringer of the sixth sun 012 Agoraphobic Nosebleed - hung from the rising sun 013 Alice in Chains - When the Sun Rose Again 014 Lindemann - Children Of The Sun 015 Paradise Lost - Return to the Sun 016 Popol Vuh - Morning Sun 017 Spiritual Beggars - Blood Of The Sun 018 Queens Of The Stone Age - My God Is The Sun 019 TREMENTINA - Kisses in your eyes (Almost Reach The Sun ) 020 Voivod - Divine Sun 021 Blues Pills - Little Sun 022 Neurosis - Enemy of the Sun 023 Extol - Behold The Sun 024 Septic Flesh - Infernal Sun 025 Lamb of God - Straight For The Sun 026 Ensemble Economique - Red For The Sun 027 Black Sabbath - Under The Sun 028 Jesu - Opiate Sun 029 Orchid - Into the Sun 030 The Young Gods - Kissing The Sun 031 Iron Maiden - brighter than a thousand suns 032 Swans - I Am the Sun 033 Therion - Son Of The Sun 034 Sun Ra - Sun song 035 Pink Floyd - eclipse 036 Mike Patton - Eclipse Of The Sun 037 Bonnie Tyler - Total eclipse of the heart 038 God Is An Astronaut - First Day Of Sun 039 Elton John - Don’t let the sun go down on me 040 Eddie Fisher - Sunrise, Sunset 041 Hopscotch Songs - The Planets of our Solar System Song 042 Michael Schenker Group - Blood Of The Sun 043 Iron Maiden - total eclipse 044 Solefald - Sun I Call 045 Man or Astro-Man? - Antimatter Man 046 Kreator - when the sun burns 047 Creedence Clearwater Revival - bad moon rising 048 George Harrison - beware the darkness 049 Heretoir - To Follow The Sun 050 Cat Stevens - Moonshadow 051 Hypocrisy - Adjusting the Sun 052 Rush - Between Sun & Moon 053 Manfred Mann - blinded by the light 054 Sevendust - Black Out The Sun 055 Sunbeam Sound Machine - Real Life 056 Bill Withers - Ain’t no sunshine 057  Gwar - They Swallowed the Sun 058 Katatonia - Ghost Of The Sun 059 The Beatles - I’ll follow the sun 060 Sammy Hagar - little eclipse/sunshine 061 Stevie Wonder - you are the sunshine of my life 062 Pink Floyd - fat old sun 063 Sun Ra - Sunology 064 Mystic Sunship - out there 065 Cream - sunshine of my love 066 Diesto - High As The Sun 067 Sunwølf -  SOlar 068 Kyuss - Molten Universe 069 Moonspell - Shadow sun 070 Neurosis - A Sun That Never Sets 071 Therion - An Arrow From The Sun 072 Candlemass - The Killing Of The Sun 073 Xandria - Kill The Sun 074 Morgoth - Drowning Sun 075 Primordial - Wield Lightning to Split the Sun 076 Lake of Tears -When My Sun Comes Down 077 Jackie DeShannon - Where Does The Sun Go 078 Peter Criss - Down With The Sun 079 Walker Brothers - The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore 080 Devin Townsend - Midnight Sun 081 Sigh - Midnight Sun 082 Black Label Society -  Dark Side of the Sun 083 AMORPHIS - Moon and sun 084 Cynic - Moon Heart Sun Head 085 Sun Ra - Planet Earth 086 David Lynch - Sun Can't Be Seen No More Sarah No More 087 Opeth - Moon Above, Sun Below 088 The Eternal - A Quiet Death of The Sun 089 High On Fire - The Sunless Years 090 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Third Stone From The Sun 091 Bruce Dickinson - Navigate The Seas of The Sun 092 Voivod - Mercury 093 Melechesh - Of Mercury And Mercury 094 Gustav Holst - Mercury, the Winged Messenger 095 Clutch - Mercury 096 Soilwork - Mercury shadow 097 Satyricon - Mental Mercury 098 Moonspell - Moon in mercury 099 Poisonblack - Mercury Falling 100 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Venus (Vond) 101 Boney M - Nightflight to Venus 102 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Subway To Venus Nihal Chahdi 103 The Nefilim - Venus Decomposing 104 Electric Wizard -Venus In Furs 105 Popol Vuh -  Venus Principle 106 Bananarama - Venus Venus Mosquera 107  Apocalyptica -  The Shadow of Venus 108 Archgoat - Sodomator Of The Doomed Venus 109 Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio - Phosphorus Ascending Anthem of Venus 110 Gustav Holst - Venus, the Bringer of Peace 111 Billy Idol - Venus 112 Boyd Rice - Between Venus and Mars 113  Dee D. Jackson - Venus, the goddess of love 114 Therion - Dark Venus Persephone 115 T-Rex - Venus loons 116 Television - Venus 117 Paul McCartney and Wings - Venus and Mars & Rock Show - 118  Theatre of Tragedy - Venus 119 David Bowie - Space oddity 120 The Byrds - Spaceman 121 To-Mera - Earthbound 122 Borknagar -  Inherit the Earth 123 Devin Townsend - Earth 124 William Shatner - Planet Earth 125 Clutch -  Earth Rocker  Jen Rocker 126 DEVO - Planet Earth 127 Misfits - Earth AD 128 Les Baxter - Earth light 129 Louis and Bebe Barron - Come Back to Earth with Me 130 Tristania - Tender Trip on Earth 131  Joseph Arthur & The Lonely Astronauts -  Lonely Astronaut 132 Voivod - Target Earth 133 Samael -  Son of Earth 134 Billy Preston - Space race 135 Alice Cooper - Last Man On Earth 136 Agalloch -  ...and the Great Cold Death of the Earth 137 Deep Purple - space truckin 138 Steve Miller Band  - space cowboy 139 Crowbar -  Liquid Sky And Cold Black Earth 140 Jesu - Mother Earth 141 Devin Townsend - Earth Day 142 Animals as Leaders -  Earth Departure 143 Amorphis -  Enchanted by the Moon 144 Goatsnake -  House of the Moon 145 Elton John - Rocket man 146 Cramps -  Rock On The Moon 147 The Stranglers - Rok It To The Moon (Bonus Track) 148 Frank Sinitra - fly me to the moon 149 Blood Ceremony - Drawing Down the Moon 150 Elvis Presley - flaming star 151 Les Baxter - The other side of the moon 152 In Flames -  Moonshield 153 Ozzy Ozbourne - bark at the moon 154 Fields Of The Nephilim - Moonchild 155 Iron Maiden - Moonchild 156 Blue Oyster Cult - stairway to the stars 157 Voivod -Moonbeam Rider 158 The Black Crowes -Black Moon Creeping 159 Grand Magus - Silver Moon 160 AC DC - next to the moon Craig Norman 161 Manilla Road - fires on Mars James Daniel danke 162 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Marz (Esla) 163 Entombed A.D. - Down To Mars To Ride 164 Grateful Daed - dark star 165 Orange Goblin -  Return To Mars 166 Ascension of the Watchers - Mars becoming 167 Styx - come sail away 168 Faith No More - Woodpecker From Mars 169 Kreator -  Mars Mantra 170 The Misfits -  Mars Attacks 171 Gustav Holst - Mars, the Bringer of War 172 Judas Priest - invader 173 Electric Wizard - Priestess Of Mars 174 Queen - Flash Gordon 175 Stone Temple Pilots - First Kiss On Mars 176 Hoodoo Gurus - mars needs guitars 177 War Of The Worlds ~  The Eve of the War 179 Noble Jackals, Penny Dreadfuls and the Systematic Dehumanization of Cool -  Mars Needs Women 180 Alice Cooper - Might As Well Be On Mars 181 Total Recall Jerry Goldsmith - First Dream (Total Recall) 182 Laibach -Mars On River Drina 183 Lantlôs - Neige de Mars 184 The Misfits -  Teenagers From Mars 185 Voivod -  Phobos 186  2001_ A Space Odyssey Theme Song (Also sprach Zarathustra) 187 Covenant -  Planetary black elements 188 Killing Joke -  Asteroid 189 Kyuss - Asteroid 190 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Jupiter (Clen) 191 Blues Pills -  Jupiter 192 Samael -  Jupiterian Vibe 193 Earth Wind & Fire - Jupiter 194 Tumbleweed - Jupiter  Aje Morris 195  The Cure - Jupiter Crash 196 Devin Townsend -  Jupiter 197 Gustav Holst - Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity 198  Celestial Season - Jupiter 199 KATAKLYSM - EMBRACING EUROPA 200 David Bowie - I Took A Trip On a Gemini Spaceship 201 Isao Tomita - Space Fantasy 202 The Misfits -  Lost in Space 203 Gwar - Lust In Space 204 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Saturn (Sal) 205 Älgarnas Trädgård - Rings Of Saturn 206 Electric Wizard - Saturn Dethroned 207 Les Baxter - [ Saturday night on saturn 208 While Heaven Wept -  Saturn And Sacrifice 209 Ash Pool -  On The Rings Of Saturn Adam And Eve Conceive Cain 210 Scott Kelly -  Saturn's Eye 211 Gustav Holst - Saturn, the Bringer of Old Age Ximenenes Y. Zeroth 212 Samael -  Born Under Saturn 213 The Devil's Blood -Everlasting Saturnalia 214 Stevie Wonder - Saturn 215 Circle - Saturnus Reality 216  R.E.M. -  Saturn Return 217  The B-52's - There's A Moon In The Sky (Called The Moon) 218  Fu Manchu - Saturn III 219 National Geographic Space Kit - The Eerie Sounds Of Saturn 220  AYREON - To the Solar System 221 Voivod -  Meteor 222 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Uranus (Berg) 223  Klaatu- Anus Of Uranus 224 Arcturus -  Kinetic 225 Gustav Holst -  Uranus, the Magician 226  Cathedral - Suicide Asteroid 227  Movie Moment - Contact (First Contact) OST 228 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Neptune (Axon) 229 Lisa Gerrard - Neptune 230 Neptune Towers - To Cold Void Desolation 231 Fu Manchu - Neptune's Convoy 232 Altar of Plagues -  Neptune Is Dead 233 Lenny Breau -  Neptune 234 Gustav Holst - Neptune, the Mystic 235  Darkthrone - Neptune Towers. 236 Neptune Sounds - Celestial Love Songs (NASA Voyager Recordings) 237  Jimi Hendrix - Valleys Of Neptune 238 Vista Chino -  Planets 1 & 2 239  DEATH - Vacant Planets 240 Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan 241 ZZ Top -  Planet of Women 242 Alejandro Jodorowsky, Ronald Frangipane & Don Cherry - Pluto (Lute) 243 Alchemist - Brumal - A View From Pluto 244 B 52s - Hallucinating Pluto 245 Charlie Hunter - Astronaut Love Triangle 246 YES - Arriving by UFO 247 Ramones - Zero Zero UFO 248  Jefferson Airplane - Have you seen the saucers 249 saxon - watching the sky 250 Devin Townsend -  Planet smasher 666 Voivod - Moonbeam Rider Hit play: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18LD_V5saMr7QzWS1Q3VAU6

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AU Description

It’s basically the combination of animal basics from Zootopia and Beastars, but they’re peolpe with animal ears, tails, and adaptations instead of anthropomorphic creatures. They can still kill and eat each other like in Beastars, but most of the time their feral instincts only come out when they come in contact with a rare kind of flower like in Zootopia. There’s also two kinds of racism in this world, one being skin color or nationality and the another being between all species of herbivores/prey, carnivores/predators, etc. There are herbivores/prey and carnivores/predators as well and the occasional scavengers, omnivores, and insectivores, (they go by both terms).

Now, for what the characters are.

Students:

Felix and Ted - Lions

Penny - Sheep

Carla - Serval Cat

Ozzy - Bunny

Madison - Bunny

Ron - Jaguar

Alice - Cougar

Jerome - Cheetah

Monty - Tiger

Buggs - Wolf

Cindy - Coyote

Lily and Billy - Foxes

Nugget - Jackal

Kid - Skunk

Staff/Adults:

Agnes - Savannah Cat

Ms. Applegate -  Leopard

Dr. Danner - Rat

K1 Lunch Lady - Dingo

K2 Lunch Lady/Ms. Margaret - Goat

Janitor - Badger

Bob - Bear

OGHM - Wolf

Stevie - Fennic Fox

K1 Principal/Male Principal - Cheetah

K2 Principal/Female Principal - Sheep

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Paper Skin Trivia/Headcanons

Well, here’s my (abbreviated) Paper Skin headcanon/trivia lists for the main characters. Let me know if you have any questions or want me to expand any more?

Lance

Cuban and Spanish, raised by his Mom and Grandma, came to US when he was 4.

06/21 ETA: Born a werewolf, as were his brothers and sister (werewolf bloodlines in this AU are Matrilineal and he's descended of only wolfmothers, more on that soooooon).

Refers to Cindy as Mama Garrett and Henry by his first name because he is still a little detached (was raised without his dad present in Cuba so it feels weird)

Loves to climb trees and go up high, instinctively longs to climb mountains.

Didn't do that great at school so he decided to put off college and wound up becoming a jack-of-all-trades and a self-taught chef.

Cooking helps him remember his mother, makes him feel closer to her.

Is a cat person, doesn't like dogs and especially hates coyotes and jackals instinctively. (Will try to maul a jackal on sight. Coyotes just get angry growls.)

LOVES cats of all kinds. Will befriend mountain lions during full moon much to their surprise, or break into a zoo and make nice with all the big cats if left unattended.

Okay so one time when he was a teenager he got into the Bronx Zoo and first tried to chill with the leopards/black panther in the jungle exhibit but it was closed, then he tried to go see the snow leopards & the tigers but couldn't get into their enclosures. Somehow figured out how to get to the Lions.

He mauled a rare deer and dragged it into the Lion enclosure to present to them and become an honorary member of the pride. 

The Garretts and some other members of their pack had to break in and drag him away

The Lions were not happy that they lost their new pack member but got over it.

Whenever he visits the zoo as a guest you could SWEAR they recognize him and call out to him.

When he's a wolf he prefers deer or other hoofed mammals and second favorite is rodents. (Ends up eating birds just because of his natural tree-climbing instincts. Also he knows Hunk likes them so he brings him pigeons and quails.)

All time favorite thing he's eaten as a wolf was a Moose that he caught for Keith (will explain in a future chapter) with a very lost and confused Caribou as a runner up.

Least favorite is crow or birds of prey but he gets short-sighted when he's wolfy and sometimes just hunts for the thrill of it. He's taken down a red-tailed hawk and an Eagle owl.

Favorite music: Shakira (prefers her ¿Dónde Están Los Ladrones?-era stuff), Gorillaz, TV on the Radio, Robyn, Rihanna

Keith

Was brought into the Shirogane clan at around age 12/13.

Identifies as Asian-American since his Dad was part Korean but does not know where his mom came from. Assumes she was of a mixed background as well.

His dad was sired by Akira Kogane, who was of Chinese and Japanese descent so he wonders if that filters down with vampire progeny?

Speaks very little Japanese, enough to answer Shiro if he uses a well-known phrase but not enough to converse

Has a recurring nightmare where tree branches start growing out of his throat and choke him

Really wants a motorcycle but will settle for a car of his own. Doesn't want Shiro to buy it, he's saving his own money.

He's actually a very good driver and Shiro will let him drive his vehicles.

Studied outside of school with help from coven members that were teachers as also some help from Pidge and the Holts so he was able to get his GED at 19

Very glad he has Umbra for a pet because she is very good at helping him figure out the time of day based on her behavior and feeding habits (yes he forgets that his phone will tell him the time and weather conditions because he is so used to living completely indoors)

Has a bug-out room in the apartment he shares with Lance. It's much bigger than the closet corner and has room for some emergency supplies and he's put up some corkboards on the walls.

Prefers type O blood and tries to avoid AB because it's like OJ with pulp (there's too much extra antigens in it). Loves pork blood when it's Lance's recipe.

Favorite music: Dolly Parton, The Cure, MCR, Siouxsie & the Banshees and PJ Harvey

Hunk

Born a werewolf, mostly Grey wolf but there's some Asian/Japanese wolf ancestry

Full name is Tsuyoshi Garrett (born Tsuyoshi Seido but had it legally changed when Henry Garrett adopted him)

His mom is Cynthia Tsukiyama-Garrett, and birth father is Tsutomo "Tommy" Seido

He considers Henry Garrett his Dad, hence why he took his last name instead of going by Seido or changing it to Tsukiyama

Henry gave Hunk his nickname after his half-brothers teased him about being a "runt"

Was great at school and did some undergrad at Hunter, then left to go to culinary school.

He finished culinary school and worked at his Mom's bar while trying to figure out if he really wanted to work in a fancy restaurant that wouldn't give him time away for full moon stuff

First time he met Shay he choked on his own spit because his mouth went dry and he nearly passed out

Second time was a better impression, his little sisters both caught the flu and were in wolf-form and was finally able to be his sweet charming self because he was so focused on his sisters' well-being that he forgot to freak out that the pretty veterinarian was smiling at him.

Had a full blown panic attack when he cooked for Shay without knowing she was a vegetarian and inadvertently won her heart with how caring and concerned he was.

Is practicing making Kushari because Shay's family is Egyptian and he wants to impress them. He already makes fantastic hummus.

His preferred food as a wolf is any kind of fowl (sparrow, chicken, turkey, etc.) Secretly loves peacock, but resists the urge to break back into St. John the Divine's Cathedral to snarf one up.

Least favorite food as a wolf is any kind of seafood or fish. Loves them as a human but finds them too bony and briny when wolfed-out.

Favorite music: Matt and Kim, LCD Soundsystem, Beck, The Hold Steady, Broken Social Scene

Pidge

Irish-Italian, her parents are very lapsed Catholics

Currently in High School and will end up at Columbia after timeskip

Needs to study an animal before trying to shift. Often pictures or online video is enough but really does prefer to be up close and personal so she can nail any vocalizations that the audio distorts or doesn't quite catch.

Her dad has a mastery of most animal forms and also can do inanimate objects. Pidge will work on that next. It takes a lot of concentration and holding her breath 

Keith is her favorite because he'll support her delinquency (he doesn't realize it) and she likes helping him figure societal conventions out. They talk or visit at least once a week if not more.

Pidge would make Keith do her homework as a way of home-schooling him (and it also reinforced whatever she was learning, meaning she'd ace every subject and test), it dropped off after Keith got his GED and started working. Schoolwork still is rather easy for her after so many years of teaching herself good study habits by tutoring Keith.

Shiro being ageless is a stable presence in her life, but she thinks of him as more of her brother's friend or like an eccentric uncle

(Pidge has many eccentric uncles and aunts due to her family being half fae descendants, and half metahumans)

Her favorite food is pancakes. Least favorite is eggplant.

Favorite music: Zoë Keating, Tricky, Portishead, Massive Attack, Modest Mouse 

Allura

Was introduced to the underground supernatural community of NYC by her godfather, Coran.

Born and raised in London. Westbourne Gardens area.

Came to the US on student visa and goes to grad school for biochem. Phlebotomy is a way for her to make money and help out Shiro, as Coran's family has known of his for years

No, she doesn't know why Coran has that accent even though he's lived in Brooklyn for as long as she knows

Her pet "mice" are actually Degus. She likes carrying them around in her pockets or purse, they are very well-behaved.

She's never going to bring them NEAR Lance because she knows how much he loves eating fuzzy little rodents

Her favorite food is Candy Floss, least favorite is tomatoes.

Favorite music: Nina Simone, Lana Del Rey, anything Stevie Nicks has done, Ms. Dynamite and Kylie Minogue

Shiro

Names all his businesses after vampire things because he believes in hiding in plain sight (Shuten-dōji was the yokai/vampire that turned him)

Didn't return to his hometown after being turned into a vampire. Was too ashamed and scared he would hurt them. His neighbors and friends assumed he died in the Great Tenmei famine.

Despite his issues with aging, he's tried dying his hair but it looks awful so he just leaves the white streak

Was a very good horseback rider in his youth. Joined the military and was a skilled fighter.

It took a while for him to adjust to motor vehicles. He hit Hunk's grandmother with his car, (but that's how he found the Tsukiyama pack so it worked out and she was fine.)

First cat was named Bobō, a calico. Current cat is Kikō, a tabby.

Prefers type B blood but will settle for O or AB. Type A makes him sneeze after he eats.

Not really a music fan, prefers quiet. He really liked jazz when he first heard it so he sometimes puts on very old, worn-out LPs.

He answers to Takashi or Shiro. Shi-kun or Shi-chan to friends that use his honorifics, later Shiro-kun or Shiro-chan, when he took the nickname referring to the white streak in his hair.

He still has a bad habit of not responding if people address him by Shirogane alone.

(Because "Shirogane-san" was his twin's preferred name)

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