#this wip is quickly gaining something resembling a plot in my notes asdjflksajs but i'm not allowed to work on it i'm not i'm not i'm not

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat!🐺🐺🐺🎃🎃<3

AWOOOO Happy Spookmas!! 🐺🐺🐺

okay, i'm not actually writing more of this rn, i'm not, i can't let what happened with intricate rituals happen again, werewolf fic is #1 in my heart, i swear--

that being said have more little red riding hood au:

“Tim,” Jason realizes, and he relaxes his grip a fraction, though he doesn’t remove it entirely. His lungs still scream in his chest after the nightmare, and he does nothing to curb his harsh tongue. “What are you doing in my rooms?” Tim’s eyes, huge and yellow in his face, flicker blue as he glances away. “I got lost.” It’s the boldest lie Jason’s ever heard. “Don’t play with me,” Jason growls. Not again. “Like hell you did. You know this house as well as I do by now. Don’t try to deny it— even if you don’t, I know you can smell me.” “I can hear you, too,” Tim admits quietly, his eyes still downcast. Jason breathes in sharply, taking his meaning. Rage grips him, red-hot with embarrassment over the violation of his privacy. Over being heard. “What big fucking ears you have,” Jason hisses. “So you thought you’d just barge in, then? You thought—” “I thought you needed help,” Tim cuts in sharply. Still, he’s limp beneath Jason’s fists. Still, he doesn’t look at him. He isn’t biting back, and it’s infuriating. “I know now that I was wrong.”

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