#throwing myself to the wolves cutely

[aetherphobia]

Y'know what? I feel like throwing myself to the wolves today.

Hello Danganronpa fandom! I would like to hear unbiased opinions, please. Emphasis on unbiased.

In my opinion, V3 was honestly one of the weaker games of the franchise. And our resident asshole (/lighthearted) of the game, Kokichi, is believe it or not, not a perfectly written character.

Please do not come onto this post calling me a dumbass that is falling for "propaganda." I know his plan was to end the killing game the whole time. The problem is that he doesn't have a solid motive to do so. At least not one that is clear to the viewers. His plan may have been to checkmate the mastermind, but his plan seems to fall apart when you realize he has no proof Monokuma would end the killing game. He’s doing this massive elaborate plan, assuming Monokuma won’t just pick a random person to execute so the game can continue. Because fundamentally, this game is unfair. Kokichi assuming Monokuma would play fair makes his plan just seem redundant, as well put together as it may have been. A buddy of mine posted a similar opinion a couple days ago and got absolutely dogpiled because she wasn't absolutely praising the hydrologic press that he was crushed in (too soon? Nah it's been four years it's fine). In fact, one of the points made above was one I directly copy pasted got from her in specific and I took so that you as the readers could hear her without her getting all the notifications. will not be stating any names out of my respect and care for this friend. But for the love of god, don't dogpile anyone for their opinions.

The purpose of this post is to hear outsider, completely unbiased opinions about Kokichi as a character. So when replying to this post, take those biases and lock them away in a safe. You don't need to throw them away entirely, just put them away until you hit the post button. Info dump to me and clearly point out what exactly his motive was, based entirely on the context clues of the game. What are things that are clear as day? What can be read in between the lines? Why did he want to end the killing game? What was his motive? If you think you know the motive, explain to me what I apparently missed and when it happened. Provide me proof and screenshots. Just all around make it make sense without using profanity and calling me an imbecile for not understanding something that was not written in a way that was clear. I dont not want those kinds of responses, as they really do not help. And as lightheartedly as possible, calling me names in the replies over something like this really doesn't provide me with a reason to take your word for it.

And hey! If you agree with me, I would also genuinely love to hear your personal take on the whole thing and what you think could've been done better with his character. What are your ideas? What do you think would've been really cool and interesting if it had been implemented?

I do not condone the way a lot of you handled my friend's post. So please do not talk to me the same way. Please come in to this post with the assumption that I have already completed the game and I already know what happened.

I humbly await for your perspectives.

[unluckiestmember]

Baldur's Gate 3 X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Astarion Ancunin, Shadowheart, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, Lae'zel, Wyll Ravengard, Karlach and Halsin

Tags: friends to lovers, acquittances to lovers, in denial, overprotective, fluff, indirect kisses, Gale being Gale, fake love (until it's not), established relationship and innocence.

Warning: SFW. Light suggestive themes.

A/N: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. No, I'm still in a chokehold-

Astarion Ancunin

“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing ever? I could just eat you right up, darling~.”

When he first met you, Astarion knew you were an easy target. A nice meal he could exploit, especially if you’re a virgin, and a great pawn for the road ahead. He would deliver sweet nothings to you in hopes of sleeping in your bed and drinking from the pure blood that coursed through your veins. But as time continued, as you showed how sweet you were, the pale elf found himself genuinely falling for you.

He wanted to protect you from the world around both of you and bite anyone who tried to hurt you. He’d even hesitate on feeding from you out of fear he’d hurt you or expose himself to your pained gasps. You were his precious jewel he couldn’t afford to be taken from him or tainted in any way. With everyone else, he’s still a flirtatious and snarky vampire spawn. But around you, he will always be a sweet man who wants to make sure you’re okay. His princess/prince… That being said, don’t expect him to stop flirting with you. He adores when you get flustered.

Shadowheart

“Stand behind me! I don’t want you to get hurt! Just do as I say, okay?!”

At first Shadowheart thought you weren’t real. That there was no way in the nine hells that there was someone as pure as you. She genuinely thought your personality was a charade. So she watched you carefully, waiting for you to show your true colors in the form of berating someone or betraying one of the campers. But you never did. You always stayed true to yourself.

When she realized that you were probably the most modest person in your motley crew, the Shar Worshipper became attracted to you. She spent more time with you and suddenly felt like she needed to take care of you along your adventure together. Similar to Astarion, Shadowheart tries to be ever so gentle with you, never using pain in bed and out of bed unless you approve of her actions when she asks for permission. It’s evident to everyone she cares deeply for you and wouldn’t mind spending her life with you.

Gale Dekarios

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen the embodiment of happiness. Who knew I would find that in you?”

You had Gale’s heart as soon as you said hi to him. It didn’t take long for this man to turn into putty around you nor to become friends with you. And he fell in love when you always gave him magical objects without hesitation. Asking him if he’s alright and stroking his head after he eats his weave? He was swooned. The closer you two became, the more the wizard would share his life with you like an open book and offer any kind of lesson in magic to you.

It didn’t take long for him to admit he had romantic feelings for you, leading to you to become a couple. At camp, he is a gentleman, always asking if you need anything in between kisses to your cheek and becoming bashful with you when you bless his ears with your giggles. Outside of camp, he’s focused on you, making sure no one lays a finger or spell on that cute head of yours. You bring the best out of Gale and make him the happiest man in all of the realms.

Lae’zel

“G’lyck. If you’re hurt, then go to the ghustil… Hurry up or I’ll drag you to her myself.”

You were a liability to Lae’zel. Always getting hurt? Never killing your enemies? Checking up on everyone over yourself? She wanted nothing more than to throw you to the wolves so you wouldn’t ruin the group’s odds of survival. She hated you with a flaming passion. She hated how you always asked if she was okay. How you always treated her wounds after a battle and dare to kiss her injuries better. How you cowered behind her during combat.. And especially how you made her heart flutter when you slept across from her by the campfire, watching your cute face in a state of peace…

If it was up to her, she’d kick you out of the camp for what you’ve done to her. She swears it. But for now? She guesses she’ll keep you around for a little longer. Besides, she knows without her you’d die out there. You need her and she needs you.

Wyll Ravengard

“Don’t fret now, I won’t let them lay a finger on you, not when the Blade of Frontiers is right by your side.”

Wyll always wanted to have a romance like fairy tales. Save a fair princess or prince from their troubles like a knight in shining armor while slaying dragons. To meet someone who was the sweetest thing alive and experience real happiness with them by his side. So when he met you, you can bet he felt like he won the jackpot! He found your bashful nature and careless personality to be a breath of fresh air, especially when he was punished by Mizora.

At first you were a great friend, but when you took care of him, polished his horns and always checked if he was alright after fights, true love sprung between you two. It didn’t take long for him to confess his feelings to you and take your hand as your boyfriend. From that day forward, he’s been your savior on and off the battlefield when he wasn’t your sweet lover that showered you in compliments and kisses. You are positive that with Wyll you are bound to have a happily ever after.

Karlach

“Aww, you’re so adorable I just wanna squish your cheeks and hug you forever!... I can?! Well, come here, you!”

It was love at first sight between you and Karlach. After you splashed her with water and made sure she was okay, the barbarian’s heart was in your hands. She was so used to meeting backstabbers, manipulators and liars that she wasn’t sure there were any good people left. But you proved her wrong and she was so happy you did. Because of you, she made it her sole mission to get infernal iron so she could touch you.

When she couldn’t, she would share indirect kisses with you using rocks and even gift you her teddy bear Clive when you couldn’t hold her. And when she finally was able to touch you, she held you as if her life depended on it. There isn’t a moment where you two are not touching in and out of camp. You make her feel alive again in more ways than one and to her you are her soulmate. She loves you so much and will do anything to make sure you know that.

Halsin

“If you were a part of nature’s divine design, then you are a pure ray of sunshine given by the Oak Father.”

Halsin immediately gave you his trust and respect when you saved him without a reason to. It didn’t help that he also found you to be adorable with how nervous you got around him and how you stuttered a bit. With how you were, the druid quickly grew an interest in you, wanting to be beside you and feel your skin against his. He loved how you were so considerate when he wild shaped, petting his head and playing with him effortlessly.

In the wilderness, you were something like his mate, always protected by foes and checked for injuries. If there were any, he would bandage them as quickly as he could and carry you the rest of the way back to camp. When everything was settled, he’d immediately cuddle you as himself or as a bear. You were perfect in every way to him and for that, he would be your sole protector no matter what.

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[azzibuckets]

want you for myself [paige bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: some cute fluff where paige gets jealous of all the attention her brother is getting from you

a/n: i kinda rushed this so😭 it didn’t turn out the way i wanted

word count: 1.3k

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Normally, Paige loved how good you were with Drew. How whenever he started talking about school or basketball, you always raptly paid attention, asking questions and making jokes. She loved how gentle you were with him, how when he was being too loud you always managed to bring his energy down to a more appropriate level without yelling at him.

But right now, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how focused you were on Drew when you were supposed to be focused on her.

“And Dad bought me three new skins for my birthday! Here, let me show you all of them.” Drew scrambled to find his iPad, and for what seemed like the millionth time, Paige leaned into you, tugging your shirt sleeve at the elbow.

“Can we go now?” she whined. “You said we would watch the wolves game together.”

“Just give me a few more minutes,” you whispered back, not even bothering to look at her. “Let me see Drew’s skins.”

Paige loudly huffed. She was bored out of her mind. “The game’s starting in five minutes, you know,” she urged, widening her eyes to show her eagerness.

“I know, you just said that two minutes ago. You go on up first, I’ll be there in a few,” you said dismissively before enthusiastically throwing yourself into yet another conversation with Drew about Fortnite.

Grumbling under her breath, Paige went up the stairs, making sure to aggressively stomp to get her impatience across. When she reached the top, she turned around, but you didn’t seem to have noticed her attitude at all, eyes totally glued to Drew’s screen.

The Timberwolves vs Mavericks game started, but Paige couldn’t enjoy it without you. Her annoyance grew as she heard you and her little brother’s raucous laughs echoing from the basement. She clenched her jaw, wondering how you were more interested childish things like Fortnite (as if she hadn’t played that game for hours every night the past month) than a basketball game with your very sexy girlfriend.

Paige was able to ignore her frustrations momentarily and get lost in the game, but when Anthony Edwards scored a buzzer-beater three to end the first quarter and she jumped up and down, instinctively going to grab you out of excitement, she realized again that you still hadn’t come up. With a groan, she headed back downstairs.

This time, you and Drew were playing on the Nintendo, both of you fully zoned in on building your Minecraft world. “Hey.” You felt a flick on your head and turned around to see a grumpy Paige. “You just missed Ant’s best moment of the season,” she declared, hoping you’d feel disappointed at having missed the highlight.

But you only said, “Oh, damn,” before turning back to the screen.

Paige sighed and decided to try again. “He shot from full court to put the wolves up at the end of first,” she prodded, hoping you’d get excited. But you merely nodded before turning to Drew and asking if he wanted to switch to creative mode.

Paige switched tactics. “Drew,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I think your screen time is up.”

Drew wrinkled his eyebrow, not tearing his gaze from the TV. “I don’t have a screen time.”

Paige stepped in front of the TV, forcing both of you to finally look at her. “Do either of you want ice cream?” she tried, smiling hopefully. “I’ll drive us to Baskin Robbin’s.”

“I’m still pretty full from lunch,” you said, “but thanks babe.”

“Yeah, me too,” Drew agreed. “Can you move now?”

Paige begrudgingly moved aside, jaw tightened as she grinded her teeth. Returning back upstairs, she watched the rest of the NBA game in a brooding silence. She felt slightly immature for being jealous of the attention her brother was receiving from you, but she’d had a long day and all she wanted was to be in your arms, watching her favorite team play.

During dinner, Paige stayed quiet as you and Drew continued your conversation about whatever new game you’d moved onto playing. You were totally oblivious to her irritation of being neglected, thinking she was just sleepy. Paige perked up after dinner, thinking Drew would fall into a food coma and escape to his room, but instead he insisted on showing you two the clothes he’d bought recently.

“I saved the best for last,” Drew announced after twenty minutes of giving you two a detailed and intricate fashion show. He ran to the bathroom, then quickly reappeared in a neat black tuxedo, with a navy pin stripe tie finished with shiny leather oxfords.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, bending down to squeeze his cheeks. “You look so adorable.”

Drew blushed at the attention as you continued to shower him with praises. Paige’s mouth dropped as she glared at the two of you. “Are you serious?” she complained. “You never react like this when I show you my shopping hauls.”

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend. “Maybe that’s because you buy the same grey sweatpants each time.” Drew snickered and gave you a fist bump as Paige fought back a smile, trying to mask it under feigned annoyance.

“You two are unbelievable,” she declared. “I regret letting you guys meet.”

“You’re just mad your girlfriend likes me more than she likes you,” Drew shot back, earning another high five and round of giggles between the two of you.

Paige made a show of getting up from her seat. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone since you guys hate me so bad,” she said dramatically.

It was almost 1 AM when you silently crept up to Paige’s childhood bedroom. You and Drew had stayed up gaming for hours, long after Paige had gone up to finish some homework and study. You expected the blonde to already be fast asleep, but when you opened the door, she was using her phone in bed.

“P?” You whispered, startling her.

“Dude.” Paige fixed you with an unforgiving look after recovering from her shock. “It’s literally one. What were you guys doing that took so long?”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, letting the door quietly shut behind you. “We were really getting into it.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Paige said, rolling her eyes. She plugged a charger into her phone and set it on the bedside table, clearly ready to go to sleep. You shrugged and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. But when you climbed into bed and leaned over to give the blonde a kiss, she dodged it. Ignoring your confused stare, she rolled over, turning her back on you.

“Woah.” You tapped her shoulder. “What’s up with you?”

“What’s up with me?” Paige suddenly shot up straight in bed. “You spent the entire day ignoring me. I’m starting to think you’re only dating me to become friends with my little brother,” she complained.

A small smile slowly worked its way onto your face as realization dawned on you. Paige hadn’t been tired all day. “Aw, Paige,” you teased. “Are you jealous of your 10 year old brother right now?”

Realizing how ridiculous the situation sounded, Paige avoided eye contact with you, instead concentrating on pulling the comforter around her. “No,” she said unconvincingly, her voice tiny.

“I know you’re lying, baby,” you chuckled. You reached over to cup the blonde’s face in your hands, giving her an adoring look. “You’re so cute.”

“Stop it,” Paige blushed, swatting you away. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Hey, I never see your brother!” you defended. “You can’t get mad that I’m excited to see him.”

“I know,” Paige whined. “But you don’t have to totally ignore me.”

You felt a slight pang of guilt as you thought back to how you’d completely forgotten about the Timberwolves game that Paige had been so excited to watch with you. Granted, she was excited about every wolves game, but still. “Paige Madison Bueckers,” you intonated slowly, clasping your hands together. “I am immensely sorry for the pain I have caused you today.” You planted a big and sloppy kiss smack in the middle of her forehead, causing her to groan and wipe away the slobber. “You are the light of my life,” you said solemnly. “The apple of my eye. My favorite person on earth.”

Paige pursed her mouth, trying to prevent the corners of her lips from curving upwards. “And?”

“Never again will I ignore you or miss a wolves game.” You hesitated. “Wait, can I take back that last part? You watch so many of their games it’s hard to keep up-”

Paige’s eyes narrowed and you decided to cut yourself off before you dug a deeper hole. “Nevermind!” you said brightly. “I will never again forget to watch a wolves game with my beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, incredible girlfriend.”

The blonde beamed up at you. “That’s more like it.”

You toyed at the collar of her shirt, letting your fingers brush gently across the soft skin on her neck. Looking up at her through your lashes, you said as seductively as you could, “Now can I kiss you?”

“Fuck yeah,” she muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you in.

[eerna]

First of all thank you SO MUCH for being a safe space to be critical of the new arcane season. I wanted to love it. I really really did. But there’s just too much I can’t look past. It’s nice to have a blog I can scroll through where everyone is in a similar boat.

The more I think about it the more I take issue with the concept behind episode 7. Don’t get me wrong from a stand-alone perspective it’s the best episode in the new season and had my favorite moments. But the more I think about the more it feels…icky. I’m absolutely not opposed to seeing a well adjusted Powder I love Jinx and her tragedy is the hardest hitting part of the show for me. That said, season 1 gave me the impression that powder was always going to grow up “bad” due to the circumstances she was born into.

Even from the beginning, we see she experiences psychosis, and likely other unnamed mental conditions (I resonate most with the idea of her having bpd.) OBLIGATORY mental illness OBVIOUSLY does not make you a bad person—I deal with a lot of them myself—but Powder was growing up in a situation where the world was against her. She was in a triggering environment that exacerbated her mental health issues. In my opinion, Powder’s tragedy was about how the situation she was born into took a vulnerable young girl, chewed her up, and spit her out as a “monster.”

Then we get episode 7 where… everything is ok?? Don’t get me started on the peace between zaun and piltover its ridiculous and that’s all been said. The scenes on the bridge especially irk me WHY are people so freely traveling between the two cities what happened to the classism WHERE IS THE SOCIOECONOMIC INEQUALITY??

To return to Powder, I get what they were going for. I do. I personally have OCD that only flares up when my mental health is bad and is mostly unnoticeable otherwise. I get that one episode isn’t much time to explore things, but I take issue that after LOSING HER SISTER powder would just? Be okay??? Well adjusted?? Maybe I’m biased. One of my favorite things about Jinx are her struggles with mental health—it hits close to home. It hurts to see Arcane mostly drop that in the second season. Does au!Powder have psychosis episodes? Does she ever hallucinate Vi? What about her abandonment issues? It feels so cheap to me to say actually if Powder had never accidentally blown up her family she would have been completely healthy and fine actually—her path to becoming Jinx always always had a societal problem at the root of it.

And maybe you’ll say well powder has a better support system so of course she’s doing fine and I can almost accept that… except for the apparent peace between piltover and zaun?? ARCANE WHERE IS THE SOCIOECONOMIC INEQUALITY YOU CANNOT TELL ME YOU FORGOT? She’s not facing the same kind of discrimination and hardship that main universe Jinx experienced and that made her story so compelling. Now again, one episode isn’t much to explore and perhaps she has issues bubbling under the surface, but it feels strange to completely drop that part of her character in favor of everyone is happy and fine and alive (except vi fuck you vi).

Tldr; Jinx’s story stood out to me as a tragedy about how a bad environment can exacerbate already present mental health issues. She was ALWAYS doomed—she did not have the kind of support and care she needed. Jinx’s problem was never that ooooooog trauma (and silco’s parenting) made her evil. Jinx’s problem is that the world simply doesn’t give a fuck about her and throws her to the wolves. You can remove the trauma from the Powder, but you can’t ever forget that she’s living on the underside of Piltover’s boot.

I can see what they were going for with well-adjusted powder and don’t get me wrong I LOVED her she was so cute. But in combination with some of the other uhhh decisions this season made it just feels like a cop out. Her issues with mental health are nonexistent and yay piltover doesn’t hate poor people anymore, isnt that great? If I could change even one thing I’d give her a little psychosis episode in the scene where Ekko questions her about VI’s death—tying her back to Jinx and causing Ekko to break down the boundaries even more between his mental schema of Powder vs Jinx.

Also don’t even get me started on how I’ve seen some people in the fandom respond. I’ve already seen “awwww ekko should’ve gotten to keep sane!jinx” which. HELLO???

Np~ I am glad to share people's thoughts with the world!! It's nice to read similar thoughts and opinions to your own.

Yeah T.T I enjoyed the p so much, but it was still riddled with the same issues that plagued the rest of the season. The largest is definitely the fact that none of the kids had proper childhoods because the system they live under doesn't allow them peace. You are so right on Powder's episodes - when Ekko started pressuring her and she told him to get out before she does something she'll regret, I legit thought we were about to witness one. She had the body language and the tone of someone who IS about to go off, but then she... Just didn't... Add to that the unrealistic economic situation, which I've already ranted about, and you remove the two unshakeable factors which contributed to Jinx' downfall. Once again the writers are forgetting that the characters didn't start having issues in s1e1, but were suffering long before the show started.

The point of the episode is sort of Dynasties and Dystopia 2: Electric Boogaloo, in that it's dedicated to Ekko's mental separation between Powder and Jinx breaking down. But where in the first instance the breaking came from a really organic place - him realizing mid-battle she remembers their childhood friendship as well as he does - this time it's much simpler. Like. Of COURSE he would start caring for her again if he met her under the most perfect circumstances, where loving her is super duper easy. Letting Powder exhibit her "Jinx"ish tendencies more often would have been a much more interesting situation. I did appreciate the ones she'd had - creating a Vi doll, treating her like she's still alive - but it could have gone even further imo.

As for those saying he should have gotten to keep her as Powder... No what. The point of the episode was that the Powder he'd met made him miss the Jinx he'd known. He wasn't tempted to stay in the perfect world (akhem Heimerdinger akhem) because none of those people could understand him. It's the reason he trusted Vi despite her suspicious return to the Undercity - he can't help but feel connected to those who went through the same trauma he had back then. And that's my fav aspect of why he still cares about Jinx - for the longest time, the two of them were the only survivors of THEIR Undercity. She chose Silco, but she was still the only one who could understand his pain, even across enemy lines. I missed this in s2, too. He said he'd given up on the Undercity becoming a better place, which is bs, he absolutely never did. The only thing he'd given up was her!! SO the speech really should have been about that, and the alienation he'd felt.

In short, I don't really think the episode should have had a "perfect" AU to show Ekko a lesson. It would have been much more interesting to keep it realistic. But oh well, I suppose that's just the chorus of s2

[onmyyan]

Been playing so so much baldurs gate and wanted to submit DND considerations for your OCS, please share your thoughts on the vibes:

Caspian: cleric all the way baby. can hit things real hard AND won't let shit hurt a loved one, but if it does get past him, he'll patch you up <3 healing touch on darling so he can cradle their face all lovey dovey. Could also see a paladin, but maybe one with a very unique understanding of his oath to protect others. Maybe even secretly broke the oath but doesn't care; if he's sworn to protect life, surely the oath should understand that he WAS protecting darlings life by violently ending another one?

Gabe: barbarian, obvs. himbo energy, big and tall, flies into a rage when need be, likes and enjoys violence with as little armor as possible. Tries to drink everyone under the table in every town and usually wins, but also usually ends up in a bar fight when his drunk competition ends up a little too mouthy abt darling for his liking. Will throw darling over his shoulder when they need to run

Ricky: wizard pondering his orb but in the snarkiest way possible towards everyone but his darling. "Are you that fucking stupid??? Are you illiterate?? Why get in the direct and literal line of fire when I'm casting. You deserve that scar" vs "if I ever accidentally singe even a hair on your head, I'm going to throw myself off a cliff". Likes to read to you in your tent bc it's "easier to focus", but just thinks you're so cute when you're falling asleep listening to him <3

Marcos: rogue, baby!!! He's stealing shit off anyone that annoys him, pulling darling out of the way of traps and into cozy little nooks with him while the others scramble out of the way. The party gets stopped at a toll house and he pickpockets the guard, then undoes their trousers and ties their boot laces together for good measure.

Manny: warlock but some real freaky shit, eldritch horror type beat. He's flickering at the periphery of your vision and you SWEAR he's got tentacles coming out of his face but when you look directly at him he's all :3c . his patron doesn't come around too much, Manny picked one that specifically wouldn't be too intrusive, bc he's been planning this shit out since the moment Ricky first cast a spell. He's always wanted magic but didn't feel inclined towards the scholarly pursuit of it so much as the "deal with a devil" thing. Is trying to figure out ways to bend the deal to benefit him and darling through powers beyond mortal comprehension

Diego: druid, no question. Affinity for wolves over everything else but makes a very cuddly lap dog too when the need strikes. Probably hangs out with darling as a literal stray first and then accidentally shifts one day, ending up directly in the lap of a now very freaked out darling

Ash: long-suffering ranger in a party of city dwellers. "Put that down" "don't eat that" "for the love of- no, you cannot pet the owlbear". Secretly enjoys being the only one in the know when he gets to show off for his sweet pea and may let the others do stupid stuff knowingly if it means he looks better by comparison.

Darling could be some adventurer or innkeeper who crosses paths with one and then all of the party, who just has to go with them to finish their quest or stay safe from the town that's suddenly overwhelmed with monsters. Or maybe HER party was wiped out by some shadowy threat, and she never figures out that her new pals know more about that tragedy than they let on.

This is absolute perfection??? How did you know I been playing baulders gate huh?? How'd you know this would scratch my brain in a perfect way??

[crispy-kitten-princess]

If i ever were able to list all the things i dislike in Magisterium series, this post would've been endless. Instead, I'd mention smth i love so much that it makes me re-read the series for the fifth time and gives me inspiration for new drawings and playlists

The first one is aesthetic. I don't think I've ever read a YA book with the death and necromancy as the main lore theme. Also, the first book in series is so sweet and innocent compared to the fourth I can't believe it lol. Corpses. So gothic. So edgy. Love it

The second is very similar to the first - chaos magic. We come across elemental magic in all sorts of media, but they don't usually have the 5th element, or if they have it's more likely to be electricity or smth. Not ACTUAL NECROMANCY omfg... I love it. Also Makars being able to manipulate not only chaos (the void itself) but the soul.... Cute

So next. The main character ofc. Callum Hunt. What can I say he is such a cinnamon roll hating himself for what he is not. Screaming, crying, throwing up. I can feel his pain with every fiber of my soul he's so relatable. He is a type of chaotic neutral main character which is rare I guess, and at the same time he doesn't act like a total jerk and piece of shit. Can't name some other like him, idk. He's sweet but also edgy. His self-confidence is below the surface of the earth. He's just like me frfr my poor little meow meow. Also he is disabled and it influences the events of the book. Sometimes. Cool, representative. Not a disabled person myself but can appreciate it

Another reason for me to love the series is the changing of Call's secrets idk how to call this. The structure of his character lore. His secrets and abilities, they're layered.. you know... And every book one by one uncovers these layers: 1 - he uncovers that he is the reincarnation of Constantine. 2 - he gets his powers (which made Constantine evil at the first place). 3 - he learns more about Constantine's family, and the whole world finds out that he "is" the Enemy of Death. 4 - omg how much he uncovers here lol i can't. May be my favourite book thanks to its maaad vibe. Everything he learns here makes him closer and closer to Constantine. 5 - i know that most of the fandom thinks it was stupid to make Constantine himself a reincarnated thousand-years-old evil Makar. And i may agree. But in the moment of reading this it was so impactful for me idk why.... I literally cried idk!!! Lol. Love the moment where Call opens his memory to help his friends to fight wolves or smth, and PASSES OUT. KING. So, the other secret is uncovered here. Everything he learns makes him understand Constantine's/Maugris's motives, but he never ever becomes anything like them nor wishes to follow their path. Pretty symbolic and meaningful

Upd. SOME MOMENTS ARE FREAKING HILARIOUS

So what can I say? Every series has it's weak and strong points. Some of them become classic literature, some are forgotten in the abyss of YA books. I understand why Magisterium's place is with the second type of series, and it's not even saddens me anymore (we're so underground teehee). But i see many posts where the series is shitted over, and not much of posts appreciating the things that we actually love in it. Aren't they the reason you started and finished it sometime? So I'm here spreading positivity! And also because I'm so tired of being a fan of this shit so i tried to acknowledge all that i love, and why am i here in the first place

I think it's all for now, maybe I'll come with more ideas later

Fandom are you alive? Heh am I a Call kinnie to the point that i become necromancer?...

P.S. sometimes i think I'm so cringe to be periodically obsessed with this STUPID POOR-WRITTEN CHILDISH BOOK ABANDONED EVEN BY IT'S OWN CREATORS BUT I CAN'T HELP IT...... AND THE WORST THING IS THAT I DIDN'T EVEN READ IT IN MY EARLY TEENS (except the 1 which i read when i was around 13. Read it twice in one week so maybe that's the moment my brain was damaged) I READ IT WHEN I WAS 16 ALREADY aaarrrhh I'm so cringe. Why obsession why why why why why why i hate this but this is literally the only book which makes me cry and scream and feel every fucking time i re-read it even when i know EVERYTHING THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN LITERALLY EVERYTHING reading it all again for the 6th time FOR GODDESS SAKE WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

okay i am back with thoughts, my love ✨

okay okay, hear me out with no judgement pls i am a freak.

i'm such a SUCKER for a good 'damsel in distress' plot. i don't mean utterly helpless female character…no no no…simply super duper strong and protective male character…

like FUCK…guard dog vibes!

and yk who gives those vibes?! say it with me….Tangerine and Logan! HDJSNFFBGHFHHTT screaming crying throwing up i need them to punch someone for me.

it would turn me on heal me so badlyy.

like wdym you started a bar fight for me bc some guy said something mean about me, Logan? wdym you threatened to kill someone who looked at me wrong, Tan?!

yes pleaseeee😍

…am i the only one seeing the vision? or has this been discussed and i just wasn't aware? i just love an overprotective boyfriend vibe! but protective and NOT possessive. like let me be myself but protect me from anyone who tries to harm me…don't be a controlling dick 😔

(i fear they would both (tangerine and logan) also have a hint of possessiveness but i choose to ignore that)

okay, love you darling! i hope you had a good nights rest 💗

YEAAAAAA FOR THOUGHTS BC I LOVE EM

this is forever a no judgement zone

YUUUP YUP ME TOO!!!! like shes just an ordinary average kinda girl but he’s so excessively ‘the protector’ that it makes her seem like the damsel but she doesn’t act like the damsel. that makes sense right ?? like when talking about size kink describing how big he is and not how small she is

tan and logan are such guard dogs ITS MAKING WE WEAK IN THE PUSS. okay this might sound completely unhinged but you know those cringe (sorry) families that act like wolves and stand behind the alpha😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I picture our boys like that. but they’re behind and they’re like the readers protective shadow

and they assess everything, always looking around to make sure you’re safe in public, stand in front of you when using your phone, holding your drink when you go to the toilet, walks on the outside of the pavement FUCK I GOTTTA STOP BC I WILL IMPLODE

big fat yes to the being protective and not possessive!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they have a teeny tiny small cute little streak of possessiveness but they’re sweeties so it makes it okay LMAO

anything to do with body guards or guard dogs or protector & protected makes me actually throb. something about it goddamn😋

love you and I did, hope you did too (even though this is a bunch of hours later😭😭😭)

[spookyserenades]

Bestie you did nottttttt leave us off like that 😭 I knew it had to be either Seokjin or Hoseok to confess to her first! I was worried that Jin would push OC away and stay distant for a while but i’m glad thats not the case. Speaking of Jin that little moment when he was texting with OC and sent her those emojis and said the cat was him was so cute I love him! Also same thing with Tae after the near kiss incident I was so sure he’d completely avoid her and tbh idk if i’m buying the i don’t remember what happened story but i’m hoping he’s telling the truth bc i cannot handle it when the hybrids distance themselves 😭

On a lighter note I will never not laugh any time Hoseok calls Jungkook and Namjoon the ghostbusters he’s such a brat lmao! I love seeing their dynamics unfold more any time we get more paranormal action. I’m curious to see what’s been haunting the Sanders family! I was thinking about how each kid must be absolutely enamored by the hybrids. For Julie it’s Jk like imagine ur mom brings some paranormal investigation group and this tall, handsome, tatted up, and pierced guy shows up to your house??? I’d come out of my room too 💀 and how Ms Sanders said her son loves wolves and how he was looking at Namjoon all starry eyed is so sweet! I can definitely see them way more open to the investigation and discussing their own experiences based on their reactions to the boys alone. It just goes to show how truly important each of the 3 members of the group are.

Ok and let me get into the smut real quick bc i simply cannot help myself. I swear Yoongi makes me want to chew on the table as well 😂 That soft dom energy he was is insane! I give so much credit to OC for not jumping his bones any time he walks into the room. Got me giggling and kicking my feet fr.

There’s so many more moments i’m sure but my little squirrel brain cannot remember them all. I swear i need to start taking notes reporting back 😂 it’s only instances like these I think I prefer wattpad’s design bc imagine how fun it would be to be able to comment on specific paragraphs in that moment. So even if i can’t recall every single moment I love, that made me smile, laugh, want to throw my phone across the room, or chew on tables at the top of my head please know that I enjoy all the little moments in each chapter and your writing is never unappreciated 🥲🫶🏻

fkjalsfjesa I'm sorry bestie!!! Luckily in the next update we pick up right were we left off with Seokjin eeeee 🥺 Seokjin was a little distant, at first, when he found out about Y/N and Yoongi, but mostly because he thought he'd never get to be with her romantically. I think after the cooking class, he just couldn't hold back his feelings anymore! AH the emojis he used 😭 he's such a cutie, just a big kitty!

Ah poor Tae blacked out... def doesn't remember the near-kiss. If he did, I'm sure he'd avoid Y/N like the plague out of embarrassment or shame :( I think he'll take some time to get comfortable with the shifting dynamics, but he's really attached to Y/N, so I don't see him icing her out for too too long.

HA I love that Hoseok is the resident skeptic. Even though he witnessed that ghost in the house, he still doesn't really get it like Namjoon and Jeongguk. Speaking of them, they've struck up an unlikely friendship with their team! I'm super excited to write their investigation scene, and find out what's haunting the family 😉 YESS you're right the two kids took a liking to each of them but gkdalgj YOURE SO RIGHT I'D LEAVE MY ROOM FOR GOTH JEONGGUK TOO. I just I'm so !!! pumped to explore this part of the plot with the 3 of them, I think it will help those two hybrids to get closer to Y/N, since they're the less affectionate, clingy ones.

OOF the smut! I'm being soooo honest I need Yoongi biblically. I'm really glad that you're chewing on the table with me,,,, I have SUCH a thing for soft doms and Yoongi definitely radiates that sooo much. Also fr I'd be in his room NIGHTLY waiting for all of that 💀

LMAOO NOT THE SQUIRREL BRAIN BESTIE!!! As for the Wattpad thought, I've been adding the chapters there and eventually when it's all caught up the monthly updates will go up there too, so if you wanna comment on specific things that might be easier 💜

I love love you!! Thank you so much for being so sweet and kind to me, and for reading Trouvaille, supporting me! Your feedback means so much, and I'm sending you one million hugs 💜💜💜

[gaybutterflynerd]

Inspired by thing comment by @little-red-fool

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Bellow him lies the ghost of a war.

He can almost see it as he looks over the grassy meadow. He sees it in the scars of dark magic, and bombs, and fire now subtle due to the reclamation of nature. He sees it in the familiar landmarks; the memories conjured so vivid he can almost see the specters of those lost, of the people sent to die.

The fae were evil. A force meant to halt the progress of humanity, to throw them back into the dark ages where nature threw humanity to the wolves. Magic was evil. It was a symbol of power corrupting all who bear it. It was a power that needed to be taken back, needed to be controlled or human civilian would fall.

Such are the lies meant to rally people towards a war.

He does not turn at the sound of slow gentle footsteps, nor at the quiet crunching of the dirt and grass as someone lies down beside him. He looks instead out to the meadow in the remembrance to when Fairy Tales meant war stories of violence and destruction.

He only turns at the sound of their voice.

“Do you think they’ll ever find us?”

He looks at the man sitting beside him. His eyes fall upon his pale green tinted skin, slender build, large tan antlers, and golden hair that sparkles in the meadow sun. He stares into the fey’s eyes, green as the deepest forest, and warm with an eternal hint of mischief.

He thinks back to the times when he would not notice such features. The times that he would care only of the elf’s reputation and power. A high ranking and statistic general of the fey. A spellcaster that can end even the strongest soldier with a word.

If only he knew he would fall from grace along with him.

“Probably,” he shrugs, “But if they do I’m not worried. We were soldiers for Maker’s sake, we can handle a little fighting.”

The elf beside him lets out a short warm laugh. It radiates like the warm summer meadow. As always he tries not to view it as cute in a way, such thoughts are patronizing.

As always he fails.

“Fair enough,” the man beside him says, the sunlight illuminating his small but powerful elven muscles, “But, I don’t know,” the man sighs, “-then we would still probably have to leave, lest we get an actual army at our doorstep, and-“ his face returns to a smile, “-I like this. Don’t get me wrong it was a bit of an adjustment, but I like our cosy little cottage, and foraging for berries, and sneaking magic items into homemade preserves when you’re not looking-“

“Wait what?”

“And-“ he man gives a look of warm remembrance, “I like sitting on the hill overlooking the place we first met.”

They both stare out over the meadow. Those were very different times back then. Times when you never knew if you would make it another day.

Times he was very glad were now over.

The veteran sighs, strong brown hair blowing gently in the wind “You know, this is the most obvious place we could’ve picked, right? I mean, I’m surprised they haven’t found us already.”

A look of dark mischief dances over the fey’s face, “Why of course! I was known as a genius tactician in my days as a general. I was known for constricting grand century spanning schemes predicated on tiny seemingly insignificant detail. Elves are prideful. They always assume they’re right, yet overthink everything. They’ll never check this place in a million years.”

“Humans don’t have the same problem.”

“Humans-“ the elf winces, but the veteran’s unbothered expression prompts him to continue, “-humans have numbers, but I doubt they’d send an army on a scouting mission, even for us. It would draw too much attention. You told me soon after we met about the 10 to 1 rule—that it takes an average of 10 humans in co-ordination to take on the average elven solider, well-“ the man looks down at his hands and then up at the human sitting beside him, “-I’d hardly call myself average-” the man smirks, “-and I wouldn’t exactly describe you as an average human either.”

“It’s a load of bull. I’ve taken on multiple elves before by myself and come out fine,” the veteran gives a smirk back, “-including you.”

The elf snickers, “Yeah. I mean, I was embarrassed at the time, but now I just find it funny. I needed to be put in my place.”

“I can put you in your place in the bedroom tonight.”

The elf practically dies of laughter, gently hitting him on the shoulder, “Oh shut up, it was one time! You were just very strong and handsome, I couldn’t resist you.”

The veteran turns away.

“Are you blushing?”

The veteran does not respond. The elf has the audacity to laugh.

When the laughter dies down they look out over the meadow. In their eyes you can see a remembrance of times gone by.

The elf is the first to break the silence.

“…it’s our anniversary you know.”

The veteran gently smiles, “I remember.”

The elf sucks in a nervous breath, standing in one quick motion. There’s a nervous quirk in their voice, “There’s… an elven tradition. When an two elves have spent a lot of time together, and decide they want to spend the rest of their lives together, they perform a ritual to bind each other together, shown through a pair of enchanted tattoos. To mark they intend to do this one of them gives the other a pair of matching necklaces. While it doesn’t perfectly translate culturally, the best approximation I believe would be-“ the elf trances a glyph into the air and the wind blows around him. The elf in cloaked in a magical glow, wind blowing through his long hair as he pulls out a pair of two feather necklaces adorned with jewels and polished stones, “-Damian, human warrior of the Rietnox army, great slayer of elves, will you marry me?”

The human turns away, grumbling with an annoyed expression.

The elf’s face immediately falls, panic filling his bright green eyes, “Is something wrong? Is it too soon- I mean I thought two years was enough time because I know human time scales work different- did I get something wrong? Do you not want to-”

“No,” the human cuts him off, pulling out two black jewelry boxes and scowling, “-I was just planning to do the same thing. Stupid elf, always beating me to the punch.”

The elf bursts out into laughter, before it slowly dies down. His expression is gentle with the light of a lifetime in his eyes, “…you can do your’s as well if you’d like.”

“Tch, won’t be the same, but alright,” the human veteran stands up, wind blowing gently through his hair, “I tried to research your traditions as well, but I can’t turn invisible and sneak into libraries. I had to beat up elven soldiers for information like a normal person. Sorry if I get something wrong,” he clears his throat, “Elledrias, we’ve been dating each other for two years now, and while that’s probably two seconds in elven time, it’s a damn long while when it comes to humans. Practically a stale relationship in my home village, though the government had like, a million wartime programs to make us fuck like rabbits, point is-“ he sighs, “I love you. I love you more than I’ve loved in all my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every morning next to you and see the dumb smirk you sometimes get in your sleep. I want to always be able to see the light you carry in your eyes, and hear your stupid adorable laugh that brightens my entire day. And damn it, if you do something stupid, and they find us, and we get arrested and charged with desertion, I’ll either break your ass out of elf prison or I’ll be by your side and be arrested along with you,” the veteran smiles, a more genuine smile than he’s ever shown in his life, “I did some research. I will not confirm or deny how many people I beat up in this research but the common thread seems to be that if an elf has a person or people they want to spend the rest of their life with they perform a fancy magic ceremony and become ‘life bound’. Now, I don’t have no fancy magic, that’ll all have to be on you but,” the veteran gets down on one knee, “-Elledrias great general of the Alluae empire, trickster sage of the branch, by the power vested of nature and the natural magic that surrounds us, may our souls be bound?”

Tears form in the corners of Elledrias’s eyes.

“Yes! I do, may death do us part!”

The veteran smiles.

“Then, yes, may our souls be bound by the great goddess of nature.”

Elledrias throws his arms around the veteran, wrapping him in a tight embrace before kissing him on the lips. They smile as the sun causes them both to sparkle in the meadow, its dark memories long behind them.

After they pull away the veteran speaks, “That’s usually said during the wedding, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Ah, suppose that’s an elven difference. We say our vows beforehand. It’s considered to be more meaningful if it’s private.”

They both lie down in the ground. Damien puts an arm around his soon to be husband.

The elf gets a mischievous smirk, “So I believe both ceremonies call for a lot of guests. Want me to kidnap some people for the big day?”

“No.”

“Come on aren’t there some people you want to see after-“

“I know I just said we could take down anything they throw at us, but that is not how we’re getting caught.”

A human veteran of the Fae wars sits on his lawn when an off-duty elf soldier approaches him.

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Chapter 20

*Warning Adult Content*

Camryn Summer

[Here we go again. I kinda wanna be more than friends] My beautiful, intelligent mate, strong, brave, quirky, sassy...

I could keep going but I needed him to stop car dancing to the song that we both loved as I was driving us toward Higgin Peak.

It was where we would find the next ingredient needed to help his dad heal and get him to wake up so we could celebrate Amille and my mating, it was disheartening not just for my mate but for me as well not having him there.

Calvin was the best dad I knew, it was true that I hadn't known him for a long time but the time I had known him, he was a ray of sunshine, he was kind, stern like a father, gentle and soothing like a mother, he was a balance, something rare in wolves but like my mate, he was unique.

I could understand why my father still loved him.

I don't know how their relationship would affect all our lives, even after this, I knew things wouldn't be the same, in my family that is.

I was determined to catch whoever did this to Calvin but a feeling that kept irking me inside told me the person was closer than I thought, which might be true, yet I couldn't focus on that now.

I needed to focus on getting my mate through this safely so we could get what we needed and head back home to heal his dad. I was still mind blown to know about a big part of my mate I hadn't gotten to know yet, he fascinated me, kept me on my toes, yet that's how exactly I wanted it.

Amille centred me, gave me a perspective beyond myself, I was in love with him, I truly was and I knew from here on out, I would always love him, he was my Moon Goddess given mate but I had loved him before he was that.

So I smiled as the song finally ended and I squeezed his hand gaining his attention.

"We need to get to the mountain before nightfall, I've been here before with my dad, it's about thirty minutes hard trek, so if we leave now, we can come back in time to get to the lodge, rest and by day break tomorrow we get the last two ingredients." I explained and he smiled.

[Thank you for doing this with me Camryn, I don't know what I would've done without you] he replied in his language and I leaned over to hug him, then place a kiss on his forehead, you could say I was waiting for that epic moment when he finally kissed me and besides we had more pressing issues to get handled.

"For you, anything, now come on," I asserted after breaking apart from our hug.

[I'm glad you took my advice on letting us continue tomorrow rather than continue in the night, the woods are creepy] he stated with a naughty smile and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Your advice huh, I seem to recall you're the one who wanted to travel at night, and the woods are my home." I retorted and he snorted to my statement.

[Then you're creepy] he added and I held my hand to my chest, with my jaw dropped.

"Rude, Choco-moose and aren't you the one mated to the creep-ster then, one would say you're the creepy one, wanting to get it on with a woodland predator." I shot back and his jaw dropped.

[How dare you] he didn't physically say it yet I could tell even with signs as he ran forward and leapt onto my back trying to throw a fit which I only saw as cute.

"You know this massage you're giving me would be much more pleasant if you went lower and a tad bit faster," I suggested wiggling my eyebrows, he blushed then turned to hiding in the crook of my neck, it was adorably how I could easily do that to him.

[I hate you] he grumbled silently trying to get off my back but I smacked him, as I held him up by his bubbly butt earning more colour on his cheeks.

"Hold on choco-swirl," I mumbled and he wound his arms around my neck, holding on a little tighter as I took off in a burst of speed, sprinting fast, over logs and the low hanging shrubs, it didn't take long to get to our destination and little energy from me since I needed a release anyway, nightfall would come soon.

I needed my mate safe as I promised to keep him safe.

"So what exactly is mountain ash?" I asked my curly headed mate after putting him down.

[You see that misty cloud above, it mixes with the natural rock up there, humidity and mother nature eroding the outer layer and over time it's further erodes until it mixes with other elements which make up the rock, to create a dusty ash but because the composition is unlike the soil we are standing on, mountain ash is rich in elements because of it's source and that's why it's used in many herbal solutions, one of those being a binding agent] he explained in what I knew was a broken down version so I could understand better.

"Okay, seems I need to keep to cars and you be a nerdy genius," I teased and he smacked my bicep, then turning away from me noise pointed high to seem as if he's mad at me.

"Come here," I growled lightly, he squirmed but at this point he knew it was useless.

I tickled him with my now five o'clock shadow, then went on to rain kisses on the back of his neck which did the trick in making him laugh.

[Would you put me down] he signed yet even as he didn't say it.

I could place the whine, I tickled him one last time before placing him back next to me, grabbed the containers and walked up the slope to begin my climb of the actual mountain since we were a distance away at the base.

[Be careful] I heard him use his phone to call out and I held up... a thumbs up then proceeded to climb.

I was grateful for the rock climbing lessons Kendra had forced on me, now they had come in handy as I made short work of climbing up the mountain until the air was thin and my mate was now almost a speck down on the ground.

I knew I found what I was looking for when I spotted glistening mountain dust by the mountain side, quickly collected a lot of it since Amille could possibly need more to use after this, three large containment valves later I was done, taking in the view, it was breathtaking as the sun was setting, it also made my internal alarm go off.

I needed to get down before my mate started to worry, after all we were in the wild area, despite no rogues prowling this far into the wild, it didn't mean other animals didn't, such as the coyote that howled in the far distance, it gave me the motivation to get down even quickly.

It took almost an hour climbing up and down the mountain.

I wondered what my mate had done to pass the time, damn that sounded good to say, no wonder why it kept ringing in my head, Amille Laurent, was my mate, as I got closer I couldn't see him by the spot I left him which set in a panic, causing me to rush down even more, and the closer I got to the base.

I searched for his scent, he was closer than my mind had raced to think.

I finally caught sight of him by a tree, gathering herbs, I couldn't tell what they were but I knew he did.

"Hey short-stack, miss your man?" I called out and he whipped around with the brightest smile ever, despite having occupied himself with what he was doing, I knew he would've been worried about me.

[Hey, you're back, I was so worried] he stated crashing into me, I hugged him back with a chuckle.

"I would never leave the brains in this relationship, after all I need you to lead me on, I've got sparkplugs missing." I comforted and joked making him laugh.

[Idiot] I heard his phone call out.

"Your idiot creeper," I corrected as we both laughed again.

"Come on, let's get back, rest a bit, it's been a long day," I suggested as he nodded and we trekked back to the car, the tasks were getting harder, acquiring what we needed was still a priority despite it being hard.

[chelsea-hendrix]

January 21st, 2024

Location - Sun Valley, Idaho

1.) Who are you rooming with while in Sun Valley, Idaho?

By my lonesome.

2.) What are your 3 ski trip necessities?

Socks, chapstick, good energy

3.) What is the first thing you are planning on doing during your trip?

Ask myself why I thought this was a good idea. It's too cold and crash Rykers room to apologize for said cold.

4.) What is your favorite thing about being in the mountains?

The air, the views, the company 😊

5.) What is your least favorite thing about being in the mountains?

Why is it so cold?

6.) What wild animal do you not want to come into contact with on your trip?

Elk. Wolves. Bears. Should I go on?

7.) Are you a pro skier or an amateur?

I'm a pro at falling as I'm trying to stand.

8.) Do you prefer to ski or snowboard?

I prefer to watch. Or drink hot chocolate by a fire if I'm being honest.

9.) Are you scared to ride on the ski lift?

Uh, yeah.

10.) Do you love the snow or hate it?

Love/Hate. It's pretty but I hate the cold.

11.) Is there a left and right ski?

I feel like this is a trick question.

12.) Is the abominable snowman real?

Absolutely.

13.) How many layers of clothes are you wearing? Are you warm yet?

5, and I can't feel my toes.

14.) Do you have mittens or gloves?

Somewhere.

15.) Do you like penguins or polar bears?

Penguins.

16.) How cold is too cold?

A degree above cold.

17.) Are you making a tiny snowman or a big snowman?

Tiny snowman, little sticks and cause I ate half the carrot nose. 😫

18.) Would you get on the Polar Express and go to the North Pole?

I wanna say yes.

19.) Would you go to the top of Mount Crumpit to spy on the Grinch?

That seems like a lot of work.

20.) Would you trust Zach to drive you on a snowmobile?

I plead the fifth.

21.) If I double-dog dared you would you stick your tongue to a metal pole?

lol No. (Maybe)

22.) At what point does getting hit with snowballs stop being physically painful and start becoming cute?

It's always painful lol

23.) Is it really fun to stand on two sticks and throw yourself down a side of a mountain?

Well, when you say it that way lol

24.) What are you planning on doing extra since the Mayor has the bill?

Go for a horseback ride, have a nice dinner, see some live music

25.) How would you entertain yourself if you were snowed in?

That depends. Can I have my friend with me?

[casspurrjoybell-32]

*Warning Adult Content*

HIS NAME IS AHOTE - Chapter 2

Alek

The pack-house was made of red brick and timber, it looked like it had been built from the ground up by hand and continually expanded over the years.

I noticed most of the ornaments, statues and tapestries hanging around, most of them being of one, two or three of the Moon Goddess.

It was a little strange, I rarely met or knew religious werewolves anymore.     

Somehow, during the questioning and disarray, I found myself sitting in the middle of the living room in one of the long sofas.

I was surrounded by pack members, who aside from the random greetings they threw my way, didn't acknowledge my existence.

It seems everyone had just accepted I was here to stay, I tried to follow their conversation but I couldn't, my mind was on the man from before.

His scent was here too, on the sofa, on the cup filled with alcohol that I was holding in my hand, on the trays carrying the snacks, his scent was so strong and it was everywhere.   

My eyes would move to the door anytime it creaked, I was expecting him to walk in at any second but time after time I was disappointed when someone else walked in.

I quickly started to identify who was who, I was sitting amongst high ranked to mid-ranked wolves and sometimes low ranked wolves would walk in and drop a tray or pick up some used plates and cups before leaving.     

My eyes moved to the door again when the scent hit me, It was strong and this time I wasn't mistaken, the male omega from before had walked into the room with a tray of drinks.

He went about sharing it and I almost swallowed my tongue when he stopped in front of me to drop some bottles.

I took that time to look at him again, to measure the cute confused look he gave me when he caught me staring and watched as the braids beneath his curtain of hair came into view when he stood up straight.     

I probably looked like a creep following his every movement with my eyes but I couldn't help myself, he smelt so sweet... so inviting.     

I only noticed the man had left when the sound of people chuckling brought me out of my head, I blinked, turning away from the door to face the people sitting across from me before I looked around the room.

Everyone had gone quiet and most people had grins on their faces, it made me uncomfortable like they knew something I didn't know.     

"You don't have a mate, do you?" one of the men in front of me asked and I looked him square in the face.

I frowned a bit, wondering how he knew, I opened my mouth to reply to him but I couldn't form a sentence and just settled with looking away.

I heard chuckling again and the living room was soon filled with whispering, people were gossiping about me and it put me on edge a bit.     

"I'll take that as a yes," the man said, smiling at me.

I have a feeling he's the Beta of the pack and like most men I've seen in the pack, he kept his hair long.

A few braids were visible in the curtain of hair and I noticed the elaborate earrings some of them wore.     

"As you've noticed, Ahote is in heat. He doesn't bother masking his pheromones because everyone who's old enough to mate already has a partner," the man explained, cracking a nut before throwing the contents into his mouth.

The crunching sound sounded even louder in the silence and as someone who's spent the last five years in isolation, it felt odd having so many eyes on me.

"I'll have someone tell him there's a mate-less wolf in the compound, sorry for the inconvenience," the man added before turning his attention away from me to talk to someone.     

Gradually everyone fell back into their conversations and banter, while I was left stunned and a bit shocked by the confrontation.

I shook my head, trying to get over it but it didn't help, my mind was still on the man.     

'Ahote,' I said in my head, repeating the name in my head.

'Ahote,' that's his name.     

Being able to put a name to the face made my heart race, it was disturbing, this whole situation felt disturbing and I didn't know what to do.

Ahote's scent soon faded but it remained faint, sticking around on the items he had touched.

Someone must have told him to mask it and blood rushed to my face at the thought of someone explaining to him why he had to do that.   

Someone offered me a drink and I took it and soon, I was taking glass after glass, drinking in silence as I listened in to the people around me talking.

I let my eyes examine them, trying to tear apart who was who, trying to catch names when someone called another person.

I felt a little dizzy and drunk, I haven't had something this hard to drink in a while.     

"Twisted cedar wine," the person beside me said, making me turn to them.

I squinted, not noticing I had been sitting next to a woman for a while she looked mid-ranking, like a Mu or Pi.

"It's good. Our pack has a garden and a vineyard," the lady went on and I wondered if she was trying to start a conversation with me.

I couldn't guess, my mind wasn't in the right place at the moment, it was listening to the people around me, drinking and thoughts of Ahote that preoccupied me.   

"Where is he?" someone yelled as the door to the living room swung open as a bare-chested man in joggers matched into the room.

He looked angry and I almost jumped away in shock when he turned at sent me a death glare, did I do something?

I'm not sure.     

"You're the one being a perv?" the man asked as he stopped in front of me and I just held on to my cup of wine, looking up at him.

'Was he Ahote's mate and if so, was he angry at me?'   

"I'm sorry," I mouthed and the man looked a bit taken aback, is frown softened and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.     

"You better be," he said before licking his lips, still staring me down.   

"Lupa, that's enough don't you think?" the man that had explained things about Ahote said, making the angry man in front of me look over at him.     

"What if he jumps Ahote and makes excuses? Huh, Hakan," Lupa said, gesturing to me before looking back at me to give me a glare.

"Stay away from my brother."

His brother, now that I thought about it, Lupa and Ahote did look alike.

Lupa was just broader, taller and scarier all round but it was a bit confusing.

If they were siblings why did Lupa carry himself as if he ranked so highly, while Ahote carried himself like he ranked lowly, like the Omega he was?

Their parents must have had a large difference in rank and I was probably overthinking things.    

I shook my head, blinking as I tried to get both the guesswork and the alcohol out of my system.

The effects of alcohol did wear off a bit, I could look around the room more properly and the way people were reacting to his outburst told me he had to be a high-ranking wolf. 

Also, speaking of Ahote's mate, where were they?     

I've only been here for a few hours but there were already a lot of questions I wanted to ask.   

"It's not his fault, he'll behave. We'll make sure of it," the man that I supposed was called Hakan.

He sat back on the sofa, looking up at Lupa with a bit of irritation in his gaze.

"Plus, I know Ahote is your brother, but that's not how to treat a guest."

Lupa opened his mouth but closed it and settled with grunting and cursing under his breath.

He matched out of the room, slapping the door shut and making his exit as dramatic as his entrance.     

There was a loud sigh from Hakan, I turned to him and he gave me an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that."     

"No problem," I said as I watched the lady who had been sitting beside me fill my cup and hand it over to me, I accepted the wine, drinking for the rest of the evening.

The crowd started to thin out as the hours passed, people were retiring to their rooms and it didn't take long for someone to come in and ask me to follow them to the room I had been assigned.     

"Here," the lady said, turning to me with a smile as we both walked into the small room.

The woman had a hair braided back, showing off her round face and chubby cheeks, she also seemed a bit flustered to be around me and I didn't know how to feel about that.

The looked cozy and basic, which was okay, I was grateful enough that they were letting me stay here in the first place.     

"There's a bathroom attached to the room," she said, gesturing to the door next to the window at the end.

I nodded, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking over to the window and opening it, I could see the small hills from here and it felt odd not traveling at the moment.

This whole night, everything about it was surreal and I've been a daze since I walked into the pack house.     

"Sir... um, Alek."

I turned, looking over at the woman who had led me to this room.

Did everyone already know my name?

Her lips parted and she looked like she was on the verge of saying something.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, frowning a bit as I turned fully.     

"Is it true you don't have a mate?" she asked, looking a bit bad about her immediately she uttered it.

"Sorry, if it's too personal..."     

"Yes," I said cutting her off.

"Yes," I repeated, trying my best not to make my voice shaky.

I've been confronted with this repeatedly over the course of seventeen years, why did the fact still leave a sting in me?     

"Oh..." she trailed covering her mouth before looking down at her feet.

She looked over at me again, biting her bottom lip before asking another question.

"How old are you?"     

"Thirty-five," I said, still holding on to my calm composure.

She nodded and I think she pieced together the fact that it wasn't that I haven't met my mate yet but I didn't just have one.

She looked like she felt a bit bad for asking me but I didn't let her slip past the door when she made to leave.

"Wait."

She turned with confused eyes.     

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, watching her.

She hesitated but she nodded giving me permission.     

"First, what's your name?" I asked and it took some time before she said 'Kia' just high enough for me to hear her.

I nodded, looking away from her before turning back.     

"Okay, so I wanted to ask who's Ahote's mate was," I said.

The question had been swimming in my mind all night and I had to know.

The person must be part of the park but everyone I've suspected ended up not being his mate.     

"He's not here," Kia said, breaking the brief silence.

She played with the drapes of her skirt as she looked past me, I'm not sure why, maybe she didn't want to look me in the eye.

"He doesn't live here anymore. He left... he rejected Ahote," she added, looking down on the floor.

It seemed she wasn't sure whether she could share that information because her eyes were fixed on the wooden flooring and the room went silent, leaving the ticking of the wall clock to fill the void. 

"Oh," I said, feeling a bit blown back by the answer.     

In the midst of my shock, however, I started to try and piece things together but things still didn't make much sense.     

"He?" I said out loud, finally getting the part of the equation that didn't sit well in my head out of the way.

The lady looked up, staring at my confused face but she didn't say anything.     

"The child..." I trailed, hoping Kia would butt into me thinking out loud to explain.

"How..."     

"Ahote gave birth to him," the lady said cutting me off.

My eyes went wide and I paled a bit at the realization, it all made sense now.   

Ahote was that kind of Omega.

[mol1703]

“Huskerdust the Musical”

Is back once again. This song is from a show that is rapidly becoming one of my favorites.

“Whatdaya You Want From Me” from & Juliet is a fantastic song. I highly recommend the rest of the show as well as it has fun takes on classic pop songs. Like seriously this song fits so perfectly. Not only that but there are some bangers that would make an awesome anthem for Angel.

This is all from the perspective that Angel and Husk are working out their relationship — both want to be together but they cannot comprehend how they are good for one another.

HUSK:

Hey, slow it down

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

Yeah, I'm afraid

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

— The fan consensus is that Husk would want his and Angel’s relationship to go slow due to how broken they both are. Especially with Angel’s fucked up past relationships.

— I just want Husk to be vulnerable even thought he’s scared so Angel feels less afraid to be himself and also vulnerable.

ANGEL:

There might have been a time

I would give myself away

Ooh once upon a time

I didn't give a damn

But now here we are

— I feel like this is self explanatory. Angel would throw himself to the wolves at the slightest hint of feelings, but here he tries to resist that.

HUSK:

So what do you want from me

What do you want from me

ANGEL & HUSK:

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up

Need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, what do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

— They would have such a cute relationship because they are both broken and they both have their vices. Together they can lean on each other and become better.

HUSK:

Yeah, it's plain to see

That baby you're beautiful

And it's nothing wrong with you

It's me I'm a freak

But thanks for lovin' me

Cause you're doing it perfectly

— Okay, so. Here is the lyric where I asked Husk or Angel and Husk won so here we go.

— It is confirmed that Husk hates his demon form, so that why here he would call himself a freak. Angel, of course, disagrees with this.

— My original was to give this line to Angel purely for “thanks for loving me/Cause you’re doing it perfectly” that just feels like such as Angel line. Husk is absolutely gentle with Angel they both know that is exactly what he needs.

ANGEL:

Yeah there might have been a time

When I would let you step away

I wouldn't even try

But I think you could save my life

— Angel seems like the type of person who definitely caught feelings before but left before anything else happened because he was scared (maybe on earth and absolutely because of Valentino).

— This is where the cliche we all know and love comes in. Angel comes home and could give into the drugs waiting for him but instead sits with Husk while he patches him up. Husk, in the fandom’s head cannon, is quite literally saving Angel’s life.

ANGEL & HUSK:

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up

Need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, what do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

What do you want from me

— They both want to be there for one another, but simply struggle to find what the other needs from them since they suck at communicating their feelings. (But at least they’re not as bad as a certain owl and imp lol ((I’m in pain))).

— *cough* FUCKING *cough* KISS *cough* ALREADY *cough*

[who-is-page]

I know is-the-owl-video-cute is calling my system (and Agro, and Poppy, and Rani, and now a minor, and even more people than that) zoophiles, but

a) I'm not a zoophile by its most literal definition since I don't experience attraction towards real life animals and, in addition to that, I also don't find the term one to be even remotely or theoretically applicable to myself for my forays into furry art: so that accusation is entirely wrong no matter how you slice it as I both don't meet the definition and would never/have never called myself such,

b) it's worth pointing out that I've done more anti-bestiality work online in alterhuman spaces than Owlvid ever has, even if you just take the widespread use of my Beware against a known pro-bestiality forum and it's administration into account and additionally the anti-bestiality and the anti- """zoosexual""" policies I created and implemented in the online spaces I admin and moderate for, so my anti-bestiality stance is already very well-known and established, and

c) if "People experience bad thoughts but that does not mean they do bad things, and stats seem to support this; if we ostracize people for things they've never done and automatically equate them to the people who have done those things, abusers have and will take advantage of individuals in especially vulnerable positions; we have to hold people responsible for their actions, not their feelings," is considered a controversial opinion that makes someone a "zoophile," then I feel like we've kind of fucking lost the plot here.

There's a lot of nuance to be had in this conversation beyond that, don't get me wrong: if someone identifies as no-contact but still interacts actively in the pro-contact zeta community and supports it, that's still an action they should be held accountable for. If someone is promoting "zoosexuality" as a sexual orientation (and especially if they're arguing that it's somehow a queer identity), even if they do not identify as a zoophile, that is once again an action they should be held accountable for. If someone is trying to make "zootherian" spaces that are "contact-neutral," that is an action they should be held accountable for. If someone hosts a major alterhuman event or community and allows pro-bestiality individuals to interact or attend or hold important positions in the space, that is an action they should be held accountable for.

But when people like Owlvid divide the lines into quite literal "if you have ever even so much as had a whisper of these thoughts you're a literal animal rapist" vs "everyone else," you see any sort of accountability completely thrown to the wayside. You entirely lose the nuance of any of the above, because people like Owlvid do not actually give a shit about long-lasting community effects. They don't care about the zeta community forming from their exact rhetoric, they don't care that their "if you have Bad Feelings then you can never, ever be a therian!" perspectives are a part of what led bestialists to come up with the idea for """zootherian""" as a term, and they certainly don't care that equating zoophilic thoughts with actual bestiality makes it incredibly easy for people who have actually had sexual contact with their pets, missing stairs like LycanTheory, to hide amidst individuals who have never done more than own a Bad Dragon horse dildo.

We need to toss this black-and-white language and perspective for feelings and thoughts we don't like. It is demonstrably dangerous for our community to have at all, and we've seen the consequences of it occur in real time. And, fucking shit, it doesn't make us "zoophiles" to do so. In acknowledging that these feelings can and do occur in individuals and not immediately throwing people who have those feelings to the wolves (no pun intended), it's going to result in less people feeling ostracized and turning to or getting picked up by others who will encourage them to do harm. Instead, this acknowledgement will result in more individuals being encouraged to seek IRL help and support if they find that they're having difficulties due to their thoughts and feelings. It'll result in individuals learning healthier ways to approach such feelings, useful outlets and different focuses, instead of just trying to bottle it up and ignore it and inevitably making everything worse for themselves.

After all, when we tell people, "This is a personal moral failing. You ARE your feelings and thoughts, regardless of your actions," is it really any surprise when they end up believing us and when that makes everything spiral to hell? The solution seems pretty obvious to me: don't fucking tell people that.

And this type of approach should be extended to all problematic feelings, mind you, not just what we're talking about here. Individuals who get murderous or violent thoughts, or who get cannibalistic urges, or who have to wrestle with extreme hunting instincts aimed at pets and other non-food animals, also aren't inherently a danger and shouldn't be treated as such.

The idea of an innate sin or corruption that permanently mars someone isn't real. It does not exist. There is nothing in this world that people involuntarily experience that automatically makes them an evil person. There is no elect, you are not configured by destiny to either be a Good Person or a Bad Person. And hiding behind that culturally Christian idea is fucking useless, and only serves to try and hide one's own insecurities and flaws, because absolutely no one is always and eternally perfect in their thoughts and feelings. People can always choose to be good, because being good is always a choice. Stop trying to take that choice away from someone.

[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt. 1

I feel so out of place. Awkward might as well be my middle name. It's not my first time visiting OBX for the summer but it's the first time I've noticed the Kook and Pogue divide. This is also my first party. My cousins always bragged about the beach parties that take place all summer and they wouldn't leave me alone until I decided to join them. I'd rather be curled up watching Netflix but whatever.

I didn't have any friends back home because I was the shy, nerdy girl who didn't like to socialize yet here I was practically thrown to the wolves. My cousin insisted I borrow one of her floral dresses and she curled my naturally wavy brown hair. At least now I looked like a flowery bump on a log that didn't belong.

"Hi." I look up from twirling my hair to see a handsome blonde boy with a playful grin. His long, messy hair screams surfer, along with the shark tooth necklace and beaded bracelets. My stomach dropped and my cheeks flushed. He was gorgeous.

"Hi." I squeaked as he sat down next to me, holding two red solo cups full of beer.

"I haven't seen you around before so I thought I'd introduce myself and offer you a beer." He never lost his smile as he offered me one of the cups. I'd sampled enough beer to know I didn't like it but I took the cup anyway with a small smile. "I'm JJ."

"Lucy, but you can call me Lu." I said softly, averting my eyes from his blue ones. Even in the dark I could tell that they looked like the ocean. Why did I care so much about tiny details?

"Lucy. I like that. It's pretty." JJ took a large drink of his beer, never taking his eyes off me.

"It's a grandma name." I joke, although that's how kids used to tease me growing up. It's either a kids name or a dogs name. So original.

"Lucille is a grandma name. Lucy is short and sweet, like you." Wow. Smooth talker and it's totally working. Warmth floods my body and my cheeks burn. When he smiles a dimple forms on one side and I ache to poke it. It takes me a second to realize that he's talking and I'm staring, totally not hearing what he said.

"I'm sorry, I was totally spacing out." I blurt, covering my red cheeks with my hands. That playful grin stays on his face.

"I could tell. You think I'm cute." JJ teases and my cheeks burn under my hands. "It's cool. I think you're cute too." Now my cheeks hurt from smiling.

"Do these lines usually work for you?" I find myself asking, lowering my hands.

"I don't know. Is it working?" He bites his bottom lip and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I want to bite it too.

"It's totally not working. I must be immune to your charm." Oh. My. God. I'm totally flirting back!

"Impossible. No one is immune to the JJ Maybank charm."

"Must be a rough day for you then." I sit my hand down on the log and he sits his on top of mine. Maybe he's just being overly flirty but it almost feels—intimate. I pull my hand away and he clears his throat.

"So you're a Touron?" He asks, finishing off his beers and straddling the log so he's facing me.

"Is that another Kook or Pogue thing?" I ask and he nods with a smirk.

"Kinda. Touron's are neutral ground though." He gives me a wink and I want to fall over.

"So it's like a gang? Are you in a gang, JJ?" I give a fake gasp, clutching my chest and he throws back his head with laughter. God, he's given me five minutes of attention and I'm obsessed.

"You could say that. You should come hang out sometime with me and my gang. Go fishing on the marsh or something. Look for lost treasures." I giggle, lost for words and he smiles back. Without thinking, I hand him my phone.

"Put your number in and I'll text you when I'm free." He gives me that lip biting grin again before quickly typing his number in then posing as he takes a selfie.

"I was going to list myself as "the hot guy from the party" but I didn't want you to think it was something else." He teases as he hands my phone back. Butterflies fill my stomach at the sight of his picture listed with his contact info and address. I smirked when I read the name. "The Charmer 😉"

"Do you not like the beer?" He asks after a moment of silence and I look down to the still full cup I've sit next to me on the log.

"I uh—." I start to lie, being the people pleaser I am, but he catches on.

"It's fine. You don't have to. I'd get you something else if I had it." JJ picks up the cup and takes a drink. My nerves are at ease at his sweet words.

"How do you drink it and not even make a face? Beer is so tart." I make a disgusted face and he chuckles.

"Lots of practice." I get another wink and my stomach flips. As the night goes on, I notice the more he drinks the more he flirts. We're both red faced and laughing by the time another long haired boy approaches us with a goofy grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but the bus is leaving." The boy gives me a soft smile and turns to JJ.

"It's cool, JB. I'm gonna walk Lucy home then I'll be home."

"Lucy, I'm John B. Don't listen to a word this guy says about me. I'm the better man for you." Another flirt. I blush but keep my eyes on JJ. I shake John B's hand and he walks off with a salute to JJ.

"He's right, yaknow." JJ smirks with a slight shake of his head as he picks at something on the log.

"About?" I question.

"He's the better man." I shake my head. There's no way yet I can't find the words to say that would make him feel better without humiliating myself. I get to my feet and brush myself off, feeling his eyes on me.

"I'm ready when you are." I gesture for him to follow and he does.

We walk and talk and laugh all the way back to my cousins house where I'm staying. I've never felt this type of connection with someone person. It's like we clicked and everything came so naturally. Half way through our journey, my fingers accidentally brushed his and he took my hand without hesitation. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my skin was tingling from his hand in mine. His hands were large and warm and callused with a couple rings on his fingers. I smiled at the ground as his thumb stroked mine.

"Favorite movie?" He asks as we approach the stone wall of my cousins property. I slow down, turning to face him because I'm not ready for this night to end yet.

"I'm a sucker for action movies but I love Harry Potter. So probably a tie between anything Marvel and Harry Potter. You?" I ask and he grins, his signature response whenever we share the same tastes. He blows a bubble with the minty gum he's been chewing as he thinks.

"Which Harry Potter movie is your favorite? And if you don't say Prisoner of Azkaban I will turn this car around right now." JJ laughs and I raise my dark brow at him.

"Did you even watch Order of the Phoenix? Because it was definitely the best." I counter and he pulls me against him. Our chests meet and I can feel his rapid heart beating against mine. My breath catches in my throat as I become highly aware of his hands touching me. The hands that are sliding down my arms and circle my waist.

"I'd like to kiss you now." His minty breath washes over my mouth and I find myself nodding. I didn't dare tell him he would be my first kiss or that I was terrified of being bad at it. I lift up on my toes just as he leans down and brushes my lips with his. An inferno blazes through my body as he keeps kissing me, one of his hands gently cupping the back of my neck. I gasp when he slips his tongue in my mouth but I just go with it before he can stop. I mimic his motions, flicking and molding our tongues together until I get the sudden urge to suck his tongue into my mouth. I'd read it in a book once and always wanted to try it. His whole body jerks as I suck his tongue into my mouth and he breaks away, panting. Our foreheads are pressed together as we fight to catch our breath and I can't see his eyes because of his messy hair. Nerves fill my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think. I shouldn't have done that." I pant and he tilts his head up slightly, his expression hard. And hungry. His pupils are blown, making his eyes look black and his lips are swollen and wet.

"Don't ever apologize. Do it again." His hand grips my neck roughly and we're kissing again. My body is suddenly pinned against the stone wall by his and the fire in my blood is burning me alive. The pulsing between my legs becomes painful to the point I'm whimpering against his lips. His hand gradually slides up my dress and caressing my sex through my panties.

"Is this okay?" He pants against my lips and I nod. I don't care that anyone could drive by and see. I don't want his hands to leave my body. I gasp when his hand slips into my panties and rubs my tiny bundle of nerves. I've only ever masturbated one time just to experiment but this was so much better.

"You're so wet." His mouth finds my neck and I whimper again. I feel his free hand brace against the wall as his lips devour my neck. I tangle my hands in his hair, desperately trying to keep him as close as possible. A finger teases my entrance until he finally sinks in, agonizingly slow. A choked moan leaves my lips and he tenses.

"God, the sounds you make. And you're so tight."

"I'm sorry." I pant. Why am I apologizing? I'm so drunk on lust I can't think.

"What did I tell you? Stop apologizing. I want to hear all your sounds. I bet you could wake the neighbors with how loud I make you." His dirty words make me clench around him and he chuckles, kissing me hard.

"J." I breathe as he adds another finger, curling it inside me.

"I love it when you say my name." JJ groans against my lips. My hand slips from his chest and grazes over the bulge in his shorts, causing him to jerk. I palm him without thinking and his fingers pump harder.

"I'm gonna cum." I lean my head back against the stone wall as I feel the dam break and euphoria washes over me, soft moans leaving my lips. JJ pulls his hand free but keeps his body pressed against mine. I had a lot of firsts tonight and I was exhausted.

"I should go inside." I whisper softly as his lips find mine again. He pulls away abruptly and looks over my head, past the stone wall and to the large white mansion sitting there.

"You live here?" He asks, his face puzzled.

"My cousin does. I'm staying here for the summer." I answer. The butterflies I had all night suddenly turn into a knot as he steps back from me, his eyes narrowed on the house behind me.

"Who's your cousin?" JJ asks, taking a hand through his tousled hair.

"Sarah Cameron."

[bohica160]

Werewolf Chris and Red Riding Hood Reader

Ayeee it's your girl...... here to curse yall with this for Halloween. This literally came to me while I was working and I could not stop myself from writing this. So i hope you guys enjoy it lol xD

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Warnings: Werewolf Chris, Red Riding Hood!Reader, fem/afab reader, breeding kink, knotting, male receiving, stomach bulge, tiny bit of degradation, lil bit of praising.

This is a NSFW, smutty, tainted retelling of Lil Red Riding Hood. If that idea bothers you, don't read it. This is your warning :3

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You hum a little tune while you finish up the last details of your outfit. Thankfully it is still warm out even though fall was fast approaching. You decided to wear one of your favorite sundresses. You gave a small twirl in front of the mirror, the fabric lifting above your knees flowing in the air. Admiring how the fabric hugged your curves perfectly, your chest pillowing nicely at the top. You gave yourself one last look over before heading out of your room and making your way downstairs. Slipping into your cute little heels before throwing on your red hooded cloak, hiding your outfit underneath. Picking up your hand-woven wicker basket from the kitchen table, you made sure the cookies you made earlier were safely tucked in and hurried out the door.

The clicks of your heels on the stone path echoed in your ears as you were lost deep in your thoughts as you trekked down the road. "Hey Red!" A loud boom voice yelled out from the fields a little bit off from the little ways ahead off the side of the road. There stood one of your neighbors cutting logs of wood. "Hello, Joseph" you greeted with a warm smile. "Where are you off to little lady?" He asked, raking his eyes up and down at you. "Going to see Grandmother" you quickly replied wanting to get a move on. "Need an escort?" The man asked with a wink. Trying to hide the disgust from forming on your face, you forced a toothless smile. "I'm good Joseph. Thank you for your concern." The man nodded with a sigh, "Alright. Just be careful ya hear? Heard there were a couple of wolves spotted in the forest" You nodded your head and gave a small bow. "I will. Take care." You walked off the moment the words fell from your lips, not giving the man an opportunity to waste any more of your time. You shook your head to yourself, keeping your gaze fixed ahead of you hoping no one else will bother you.

The sun began to set, setting the sky ablaze with oranges and reds. As the stone road slowly transitioned to a well-kept dirt road and the trees grew closer and closer together. Not many people liked to travel through these woods, saying it’s creepy. Always opting to go all the way around the woods, even if it adds 12 hours more to their journey. They say there are witches and beasts that hide deep within. Yet you never got that feeling. You enjoyed the low howling of the wind as it danced through the branches. The chitter-chatter from various animals. However, there is the occasional feeling like someone or something is watching you, but it never makes you feel scared. If anything you felt more protected. You suddenly hear the snapping of a branch close behind you. You raised an eyebrow as you kept your eyes forward. Not showing any falter in your steps, not showing any acknowledgment to the sound. After a few moments, you felt those familiar eyes on you. You lightly shook your head with a soft smile. 

You came across a large boulder on the side of the trail. You placed the basket down on top of a smaller rock with a flat surface and removed your cape. You folded the fabric before bending over a little bit slower than you normally would. The fabric of your dress riding up, showing the back of your thighs due to its shortness. The newly exposed skin forms goosebumps as a breeze brush past you. You could have just heard a low growl just a second ago, but you brushed it off as you picked up the basket and continued on your merry way. 

The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful. Still felt like something was stalking you until you saw the shape of a small wooden house in the distance. Once when you were close enough you could make out the wear of years on the house. All the windows were covered by large shudders that have taken a beating from the elements. You approached the small little porch, the wood creaking with each step. You glance around to see if any life form was around. You knocked on the heavy wooden door, small chips of paint fell off. You are still hoping to hear a voice from the other side of the door or at least movement but nothing. You push in the door slowly, the joints squeaking from the slow force. "Hello?" You peak your head into the doorway. Again you are met with silence. "Is anyone home?" You cautiously walk into the house, and just as you make it past the door, SLAM. You let out a yelp from loud noise startling you. You quickly turn around only to be met by a large man towering over you. 

His ears flick, picking up your shortness of breath. His tail lazily swishes behind him. His eyes bore into your large wide ones. "What are you doing here?" His deep voice breaks the silence. "I-I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house." You gave the mountain of a man an innocent smile. Just as you were about to take a step forward, the male stalked forward, causing you to step back. "Whose house were you looking for dressed like that?" He asked as his steel-colored eyes raked up your body slowly, lingering on your cleavage before looking directly into your eyes. "Those dresses seemed to be getting shorter and shorter." You slowly shook your head with heated cheeks. The lycanthrope continued to step forward, walking you back deeper into the house. "Shouldn't you be wearing your cape to hide from ferocious beasts? Too many hungry wolves roam these parts." His eyes began to softly glow a warm golden color. 

A breathy gasp escaped between your plump lips just as your back pressed up against the cool wooden wall. The man stops a few feet away from you, studying every move you make, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. A low chuckle resonates from within his large chest, "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave before the rest of the wolves smell your fear." The teasing tone in his voice struck something within you. “I’m not scared”, you declared, clutching the basket tighter. The wolf quirked an eyebrow with a smirk forming on his face. “Is that so?” Before you knew it he lunged forward, ripping the basket from your hands, and throwing it somewhere behind him before slamming his hands on both sides of your head, trapping you between himself and the wall. You flinched at the sudden movement, holding your hands against your chest. He ducked his head close to yours, his cold nose from the outside brushing up along your neck, his hot breath on your skin. You placed one of your hands on his solid pecs, barely trying to push him away, but he grabbed your wrist holding it in place. You could hear him take in a deep inhale before his tongue traced over your pulse. Your legs felt so weak. His woodsy scent mixed with clover made your thoughts all cloudy.

His teeth soon replaced where his tongue was, finding purchase in your skin. You released a small his at the nip. “Such sharp teeth”, you whined. He gave the spot a long slow lick, “the better to mark you with my dear” he said before marking up another section of your neck. Your knees now buckling, you tried your best to hold in your whimpers but that only made the man hum with a smirk against your heated skin. “You make some pretty noises.” He pulled back to see how disheveled you were. Your chest rising and falling faster now, your neck all marked with light bite marks. You had a death grip on his shirt, holding onto him for dear life. “Let’s see what other noises you can make.”

He pulled you into him by your wrist, and with his other hand tilted your chin up to smash his lips upon yours, letting out a muffled noise of surprise. Your rigid body went slack as you melted into him. You saw the gleam of satisfaction flash across his eyes, your soft lips moving against his. He dragged his tongue across the bottom of your lip. Once parted, his thick wet muscle slipped between them, exploring every corner of your mouth, savoring the sweet taste. He graciously swallowed your soft moans as your tongues slid against one another. He released his hold on you, sliding his hands down the curves of your body, squeezing your hips, stopping at the plush of your ass. Your hands wandered up the expanse of his broad chest to his shoulders. The surge of heat rushed to your core, causing you to rub your lens together.  Releasing your lips, he pulled back a couple of inches. Your eyes fogged over with lust, your mouth open, and tongue out, he moved back in, encasing his lips around your tongue, and sucked at the muscle. 

Releasing your tongue with a soft pop, he gave your ass a firm squeeze to both sides and a small pat. “Lift.” You did as you were told and lifted your leg, allowing him to pick you up like you weighed nothing. With both hands on your cheeks and your feet far off the ground, he walked the two of you over to the table sitting in the middle of the room. 

With your legs wrapped around him, you were very conscious of how wet your panties were. Heat rushed to your cheeks causing you to turn your head away from the male. He leaned against the table as he lowered you, allowing your feet to touch the ground. Reaching up on your tippy-toes, you gave his lips a soft peck before kissing your way down the side of his jaw to his neck. Trying to pull yourself impossibly close to him, pressing your breasts against his torso. Pawing at your sides with his large hands, letting out soft grunts. You suddenly felt something press against your abdomen, twitching when your lips or tongue ran over a sensitive part on his neck. 

Your hands slowly traveled down, outlining his muscles on the way down to where his pants sat at his hips. You slightly tilted your head to the side, looking up at him all doe-eyed and innocent. You continued to look up at him as you lowered yourself to your knees in through on him. “Careful there sweetheart. Didn’t your daddy warn you to not play with dangerous beasts?” Giving him a small mischievous smirk as your hands slowly played with the front of his pants, “What’s the big bad wolf gonna do?” You could almost hear the air in his lungs get stuck. Eliciting a soft ‘fuck’ from the man, he then helped you undo his pants. As the fabric pooled at his ankles you were met face to face with his throbbing erection. Pre beading at the red swollen tip. You grasped his cock in both hands, barely able to wrap both around it. The lycanthrope leaned against the wooden table, mesmerized by how thick and heavy he looked in your small hands. His tail began to lightly hit against the table. You gawked at his throbbing cock, not sure you’ll be able to take all of him, you were snapped out of your thoughts when he twitched in your hands. Looking up into his golden eyes, you stuck your tongue out, lapping up the precum in a broad stroke. You ran the tip of your tongue over his slit a few times, before wrapping your lips over the crown of his cock. Sucking at the tip before releasing with a pop. You trailed open-mouth kisses down to his base. With one hand holding up his length flush against him. You gave his heavy balls a soft wet kiss, while slowly stroking his length. His head tipped back, eyes closed as his breathing got heavier and heavier. “You have such big balls”, you said in between lapping and sucking on them. Tilting his head back towards you with rosy cheeks and ears, “Mmmmm, fuuuck. The better to breed you wi- shit!” You ran your tongue up the ridge on the underside of him, once you got to the tip, you took as much of him as you could. Bobbing your head, wrapping your hands over what you couldn’t fit. He let out a low growl against clenched teeth, placing one of his hands on your head, before grabbing a fist full of your hair, guiding you on his cock. His tail now thumped against the wooden legs of the table. 

With your cheeks hallowed, tongue massaging the underside of him, and drooling all over his cock, there was no way he would be able to last if you kept sucking him off. He gently tugged at your hair, pulling you off of him. Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he helped you up onto your feet, stepped out of his clothes, and guided you onto the table. Pushing everything onto the floor in one motion, before helping you onto your back. Your heart was beating rapidly through your chest. You were sure he could hear it. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, before grabbing the top of your dress and pulling it down just far enough for your breasts to slip out. He watched with hungry eyes how the smooth plush skin jiggled. His stare had your pussy gushing even more. Placing a hand on one of your breasts, he traced circles around the bud with his thumb. Causing you to wiggle from the light teasing. Once when he began to run his thumb back and forth on the hardened peak. He then had the other peak enclosed with his lips. Sucking your nipple into his mouth, lightly closing his teeth around it. It was becoming a challenge holding in your whimpers and moansEspecially with his cock pressed against your sex, only a couple of thin pieces of fabric separating the two.

“M-more,” you whispered with a breathy moan. “Hmm?” He released your pebbled flesh with a popping sound. “More what?” Again that smirk appeared on his face. He knew what you wanted by the way you grind against him, he just wanted to hear you beg a little. You bit your lower lip with brows knit together. “More please?” He dipped his head down to the valley between your breasts, trailing wet kisses down to your abdomen. “I need to hear what you want sweetheart”

You clenched your fists at the frustration. He stood back up, with one hand idly resting on your breast. He quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response before continuing. You reached down to the waist of your dress, gathering up the fabric over your midsection. The color in your cheeks deepened, you tried not to look at him in the eyes as you flashed him your white lace panties. “I need you to touch me here please,” a small pout formed on your lips when you heard a light chuckle come from the man. “There you go. Good girls get rewarded.” Right as you were about to ask him what he meant, you heard the shredding of fabric and the sudden feeling of the cold evening air hitting your hot skin. You blink a few times until you realize he ripped your dress right in half. “Hey- ahhhhh!” Right as you were about to complain about your dress he goes back to squeezing and twisting your hardened peaks, while he trails his mouth down your torso. 

As he got closer and closer to your core, the sweet scent of your juices was overpowering all his senses. Once he reached your soaked lace panties, slowly sliding them off, the groan he let out made your pussy clench. You jumped at the sudden feeling of something warm and wet sliding its way up from your entrance to your clit. Your reflex was trying to have you close your legs but once when he felt the plush feeling of your thighs touch his ears, using one arm he kept your legs spread as he continued to lap and suck at your swollen clit. One of your hands wandered down to his head, finding purchase in his hair. Not long after he slowly introduced one of his thick fingers inside your tight cunt. The sudden pressure of being worked open had you sitting up, leaning against your elbows. His lust-filled gaze met yours. Paying extra attention to your bundle of nerves to loosen you up, you watched with your mouth slightly open, eyebrows arched. 

Once he was knuckle deep, he gave a couple shallow thrusts, before setting a tender pace. Your soft moans went straight to his cock, pre dripping down his length. He soon added another finger once he felt your gummy walls loosen just enough. The stretch had you gripping his hair harder. He began to scissor his fingers deep in your heat. “Pl-please.. I” He let go of your clit to quickly tell you his name before going back to your pearl. “Chris” “Please Chris I-I’m so close” He hummed against your bud, slowly pulling out his fingers from you. You let out a whine as you looked up at him in confusion. “Don’t worry sweet thing. The only place you're cumming is on my cock,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone standing up from his spot. He grabbed one of your legs, guiding you to bend it and place your foot at the edge of the table. Positioning himself between your legs he rubbed the length of him up and down between your folds. Seeing the head pop up between your lips, made you wonder how much it was going to hurt. There were always rumors that werewolves were bigger than humans in more than one way. 

Planting his hand on the table next to your hip, he brought the other one up, caressing your cheek. The caring act snapped you out of your thoughts. You locked eyes with him before he dipped down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. As he pulled back you wrapped your arms around his neck and guided him to your swollen lips. He placed his hand to the back of your head as he lowered you to the table. Once when your head rested against the cold wood, he began to push into you slowly. He made sure you felt every inch, every vein. As he watched his cock get swallowed by your warmth, it took everything in his being from just slamming the last few inches into you and start plowing you into the table. This new pressure of getting filled felt like it was pushing the air out of your lungs. Your nails dug deep into his back. Your eyes watered from the stretch of him inside you. 

When you were finally able to fill your lungs up with air, you nodded your head with eyes clenched shut, for him to move. Slowly he pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, nudging you where you ended. The new feeling sends shocks of electricity to your core, causing you to gasp for air. The obscene sounds from your gushing cunt and your moans with his name on your lips had him slowly losing his composure. Slowly opening your eyes, you noticed how bright his eyes were glowing, his ears perked up straight, his jaw clenched tight. You were seeing more and more of his feral side come out each time he buried deep into you. The thought of him just giving in to his instincts had your squeeze tightly around his girth. Hissing against his teeth, he finally noticed you looking at him, eyes completely glazed over, drool sliding down the corner of your mouth. “S-so, de-eep” You struggled to say between thrusts. He looked down to where the two of you connected and noticed the very prominent bulge in your pelvis. 

The man stopped mid-thrust, moving his hand over the bump, tracing over it. Letting out a guttural groan, he pushed himself off the table and pulled out of your dripping heat. Just as you were about to protest he quickly pulled you up and onto your feet. Everything happened too fast for your cock drunk mind to notice how you ended up bent over the table with one leg bent on top of it. He easily slid to the hilt this time. Not wasting a second he began to slam his hips into yours. Your cunt dripping with your sweet honey down his heavy balls and onto the wooden floor. In this new position, he kept hitting that one sponge spot that had your walls clamp down around him and your toes curling. The pleasure in your core built up too fast, as his balls continued to swing, slapping against your clit. You soon became aware of something around his base. But with every thrust rattling your brain, you couldn't help but let it slip your mind. Your walls fluttering more and more, you reached back for the lycan. He grabbed your forearm and pulled you to him. Your sweaty back meeting his drenched chest. 

He moved his hand up your chest and between your breasts, wrapping his hand around your neck. At this point, you were just a blubbering mess. “S-such big h-hands fuck”  He gave your neck a little squeeze, “Better to choke you with.” He said between his heavy pants. “And.” His other hand reached down to your swollen clit. “Have you cum.” He groaned against your head as he felt you tighten around him the moment he pressed against your bundle of nerves. The dam burst washing over you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth going slack. Your toes curled as your legs tensed up. Your clit pulsating against the rough pad of his fingers, your walls milking him for everything he had. His hips stuttered as he neared his end. Giving you a couple more hard thrusts, he slipped in his knot before he flooded your cunt. You let out a cry at the sudden stretch. Having your clit pressed between his knot and fingers, had you cumming again as he painted your walls white. He let out a loud howl, pumping load after load into your tight cunt. 

He released his hold on you, laying your upper body on the cold table. You laid there, just barely mumbling, drool slowly pooling on the wood, your body convulsing, muscles twitching. Chris leaned over your body arms on both sides of your torso, panting as the last spurts of his cum emptied out into you. Once he had caught his breath and came down from his high, still stuck inside you, he carefully turned you over onto your back and ever so gently picked you up and walked you over to the bed. Once he was finally able to get the two of you into bed, he rubbed your tummy in soothing circles before falling asleep

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