#tw werewolf hatred

[castielsprostate]

🚘impala1967 FOLLOW

I truly think people people should just get paid to live a living wage without having to work themselves to death but that's cOnTrOvErsIaL

😈kingofphatass FOLLOW

arent you the guy that fucked his car??

🚘impala1967 FOLLOW

Omg that was litrally MONTHS ago!!!!! Let it go already, jeez!

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#why is the king of hell's pornblog on my post anywayy omg shoo #i litrally have a DNI in my bio

💼lawboyatstanford ✅✅ FOLLOW

Passed the bar! 📄🖋️ On my way to become a lawyer 💼👨‍💼 (for real this time)

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#so proud of myself #education #stanford #stanfordlawyer #officialdegree #someonepayoffmystudentloans

👼thursdayangel 🦀📷FOLLOW

wishing you were here...

👼thursdayangel 🦀📷FOLLOW

talk to me babygirl

🍔dean-identifying-meat-in-posts FOLLOW

a black angus 200 grams grill smashed deluxe, farmed in north west-virginia

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#identified meat #meat identified 17391 #tw food

🧓jwinchester FOLLOW

dating is hard with your ex wife being resurrected for the third time. i keep running into her on my grindr dates. #awkward

⚔️notvirginmary FOLLOW

Stop blaming me for things I have no control over! That red tie looked ugly on you btw.

💼lawboyatstanford ✅✅ FOLLOW

gross 🤢

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#why can't my parents we normalllll #they already fucked up my childhood let me have my adulthood

🧛benwiththefang FOLLOW

a local werewolf pissed on my lawn. AGAIN.

🐺garthster🌓 FOLLOW

Well maybe if you stopped spraying your vamp hormones everywhere, local wws wouldn't feel so threatened! There's kids living here!

🧛benwiththefang FOLLOW

blocked and reported.

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#can't stand these beasts on my post #dni werewolfs

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idk i think i need to fuck that man some more...

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wrong account

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#fuck i keep doing this 😩😩 #@staff fix this issue!!!!!!!

[katiekatdragon27]

Dandy's World Roleplay servers are so wild and unhinged that it makes me come up with AUs. And yes, it's shinyshrimp. I'm so cringe <333

So, while in the roleplay server, I got into an argument with a Shrimpo as Glisten about not being able to see proper reflections though Glisten's face. Then a Goob showed up (my sibling) and asked if Shrimpo was a vampire. Then they asked if Glisten (me) was a vampire. Then we asked the Goob if he was a vampire, and he turned emo. And then I shared this experience with my friends, and they egged me on to make an AU about it lol.

Glisten: So. Is this the part where we make out, orrr-?? Shrimpo: WHAT??!

Dandy: No cuz it's genius! If they hate each other, that's two less annoying people to deal with! (He underestimated the power of enemies to lovers)

The general plot is Glisten is a monster hunter and Shrimpo is a human turned vampire-werewolf (he has no memory of how that happened btw). Glisten is specifically hired by Dandicus to hunt down and kill Shrimpo. Glisten manages to hunt Shrimpo down, but since Shimpo hasn't been non-human for that long, he puts up a kinda pathetic fight. Glisten puts Shimpo's arrogant ass in place and refuses to kill him so they can fight honorably. Shrimpo takes this personally lol and strives to get better at fighting so he can show up Glisten.

Badabing badaboom, enemies to lovers setup.

Dandy did not see that coming and it pisses him off lol.

Shrimpo: I HATE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- Astro (to himself): WTF is up with this guy?

This was a doodle recommended by an awesome artist in a server I'm in (dunno if they wanna be tagged lol). Astro being a moon moth thing causes Shrimpo to howl at him lol. Also part of the reason Dandy dislikes Shrimpo lol. Also also, Astro is a witch.

Also also also, here's the emo Goob my sibling became when discussing vampires. He unemos when he becomes a weredog lol.

Below is a buncha doodles all about Glisten (and his failing mental health).

TW FOR UNINTENTIONAL S.H. PROCCED WITH CAUTION:

You guys know Wiggle from Bugsnax? You guys know Millie from Helluva Boss? Yeah. They were the main inspos for this design hc lol (the buck teeth part not the insecurity part).

I have this goofy hc that Glisten's og design never intended to give him buck teeth. When being made, the ichor messed up and gave it to him. Learning about this is his first instance of feeling insecure about himself, and he develops the mannerism of covering his mouth when laughing (bc it makes his teeth really obvious lol)

And since Glisten now has buck teeth, that means Shimmer also gets buck teeth! However, her reaction to them was completely different to how her dad reacted to his.

I have this hc that Glisten can't handle backlash that well. With the machine messing up with his face (his teeth), and his general vibe being disliked by many people of the time of Gardenview (prob bc the 90s and very queer-coded kids' character didn't exactly mix well), he feels this crippling pressure to be the "perfect" version of himself.

If he deems you lower than him, your words don't matter. He doesn't care what you think about him

However, if he views you as an equal or higher, any kind of negative opinion said to him will be taken personally, and will either be repressed into self-hatred, or actively worked upon in order to be "better" (which ends up hurting him more depending on the situation.) His need for perfecting also makes him a workaholic when in a spiral, leading him to self-isolate and just kinda hide away from everyone for a couple days, and sometimes injure himself trying to get better on his own (he has a tendency to scratch his arms and face too, only fueling his need for isolation).

He refuses to open the door and get food outside, so ppl will slide him snacks and things under the door. People still care about him, but he'll never them see him cry.

Glisten has such horrid insecurity that he will never let anyone see. However, not everything is bleak for the guy.

Shimmer: Hey Dad! Guess what!? My teeth grew in! Now I look like you! Isn't that cool?!

She was not born with them unlike Glisten. Instead, they grew in near her "10th" birthday. She was very happy to have them. I like to think that seeing Shimmer be so happy to have a very sensitive trait of Glisten and loving every second of it helps him heal a bit of his insecurity.

After all, how can he hate a part of himself that his kid adores?

Kids don't fix everything, but they can aid in healing lol

Have a good one dudes^^

[rainforest-daisies]

The aftermath(the diary pt. 2)

Character: Remus lupin x Reader, prev. James potter x reader

Synopsis: after James rejected you, you found new love with a certain werewolf.

TW: none? Maybe OOC lily?? 

A/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR GIVING ME SM SUPPORT ON THE FIRST CHAPTER!! That genuinely made my day seeing all of those comments!

Pt. 1

It was pure torture, walking the halls after everything that happened.

Pure torture.

Someone let it slip that you were rejected by James potter, the one infamously dating lily evans. And it was sickening seeing them together.

Well, at least it was sickening a few months ago.

After that fateful day in the dorm, and the library, and the halls, you vowed to yourself that you were to find someone else. Someone that actually loved you. Turns out, that’s a lot harder than you would expect.

You would go on dates with guys here and there, but none of them made you feel the same. That was, until a famous werewolf asked you out; Remus lupin.

Now, maybe it was an act of revenge on James, dating one of his closest mates. Or maybe you truly did feel comfortable with Remus, like you two could have what James and lily have. Only time would tell, though.

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James first spotted you two holding hands walking to class, his attention on lily was swayed to you. 

He was jealous, but he would never admit that. He loved lily, sure, but she couldn’t make him laugh like you do. She couldn’t comfort him like you do. He learned this when it was too late, Because you were falling for someone else.

Lily could tell he wasn’t himself anymore. He was barely kissing her, barely talking to her, hell, barely even looking at her. Because he was too busy looking at you. Her sadness became jealousy, that jealousy turned to rage, and that rage turned into a burning hatred for you. Because he loved you, not her.

While you and remus’s relationship grew stronger, James and Lily’s grew weaker. They both used the excuse that homework was getting the best of them both, but it seemed like everyone in the school knew that wasn’t true. 

The golden couple wasn’t the golden couple anymore. 

James was spending his time daydreaming of you, hating himself for the harsh rejection months ago, but you didn’t hate him anymore. You thought he would be happy that you were over him, dating someone else. Clearly not.

You noticed the stares from him, just as everyone else noticed them. You weren’t going to forget your loving relationship for someone who didn’t want you. And sure, you were breaking his heart in the process, but giving him a taste of his medicine was quite fun. 

“You alright? You seem out of it…” Remus stopped walking, which stopped you. He didn’t know you were looking at James until his sight trailed to his, looking him straight in the eyes. Remus’s arm wrapped around your frame, and continued walking.

Remus saw how heartbroken you were after the rejection. He comforted you, he helped you love yourself again, he treated you better than you had ever been treated, and that made you love him. He would yell at James if he could. How could he have been so stupid to say no to the sweetest person in the world? There must have been something wrong with him. 

But that didn’t matter anymore. That hurt that you felt for weeks? That was gone. The love you felt for James was nothing compared to your love for Remus. 

That love was enough for you.

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[wolftakeda]

Name: Riley Takeda Occupation: Public Defender Age: 30 Sexuality: Queer Pronouns: She/They Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven: No Pack Hometown: San Diego, California Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Resourceful, Argumentative, Compassionate, Perceptive, Blunt, Obsessive, Hedonistic, Stubborn, Fair

Biography (tw: child abuse, body horror, gaslighting; does it count as cannibalism if it's a werewolf?, suicidal ideation, parental death)

The first time she sees her father's wolf is when she is six years old. She hadn't been watching where she was going and accidentally knocked a picture frame over, shattering the glass. Cold eyes flashed amber, and her tiny arm snapped like a toothpick under his grip. The break has healed by the time her mother takes her to the medical center on base, telling the nurses she was complaining of a 'sore arm'. X-rays are taken, doctors and nurses examine her, and none of them can find anything wrong with her.

'She fell while she was playing. You know how kids are. I just wanted to make sure my baby girl was okay, you know? She's everything to me.'

Badges and patches adorn the front of her mother's uniform, similar to the ones on her fathers, and no one questions the odd occurrence. Kids are hardy little creatures, they bounce back quick. Riley learns quickly to do everything she can to stay out of the way, but the temper of a born werewolf with combat PTSD is a dangerous combination. Her mother continues to look away, the extent of her care amounting to taking them to the hospital once the visible marks had faded. It seems to reassure her that it's fine as long as there is no lasting physical damage. By twelve, Riley had a reputation for having psychosomatic symptoms, and in the end, she knew they were never going to help her anyways.

The first moon nearly kills her. Her father forces her to share the same small bunker with him to monitor her progress. One by one, her bones shatter and agony flickers through every nerve ending. She fights it, terrified of becoming exactly like the monster that her father was, who wouldn't be able to control the violent, bloodthirsty urges. He is a wolf within the first 90 minutes, while she writhes in pain for the next three hours. He snarls at her, and she knows he is telling her to hurry up, can still read the hatred in his eyes even in lupine form. Her throat is hoarse from screaming by the time the transformation finishes.

The details of that night are a blur, but she will never forget waking up a pool of sticky, drying blood, and her father smiling at her for the first time that she could remember. With a glint in his eye like he was proud of her. He showed her what her wolf left behind, the remains of two campers, ripped to shreds by their jaws. Her belly was full and she could taste blood at the back of her throat, flesh stuck between her teeth and Riley wretched. The proud smile disappears. When he starts beating her, she thinks he might actually kill her this time. Distantly, she hopes for it, but her mother once more intervenes. Riley isn't sure which one she hates more. Her father for hurting her in the first place, or her mother, for thinking that she is saving her.

Riley runs away as soon as her wounds have healed enough. A haphazard plan born out of desperation. There's no one she can turn to, nowhere she knows to go, so she picks a direction and sticks with it. She blends in as best she can, taking a bus as far east as Arizona with the money she had saved up. When the attendant asks where they're going and whether they have an adult with them, they calmly meet his eye and lie through their teeth, explaining that their grandparents are meeting them at the other end. The man is charmed by their politeness, doesn't see anything outright wrong with the situation and tells them to enjoy their trip. He even slips them an extra packet of crackers when he walks back down the aisle to check on things.

The first place they go after getting off the bus is the nearest library. It's four in the afternoon, and Riley doesn't look out of place as they walk among the aisles. They find books on local flora and fauna, with basic survival guides and tips on how to forage for food. They find an open computer and begin to take notes, carefully copying down information on anything they could get their hands on. They don't notice the librarian watching curiously as they scurry back and forth through the aisles.

When the library closes, she stops Riley as she is putting all of the books back in their rightful spot, and offers her a place to stay for the night. The young wolf hesitates, but it's getting dark and while she is still adamant about getting away from her parents, she also doesn't remember the last time she'd spent the night away from them. Were they looking for her? Would they be furious? Either way, the offer of an actual bed and a warm meal is too tempting to turn down and Riley agrees.

She ends up staying with the librarian for ten days, and leaves before the next full moon. It's the nicest ten days Riley remembers in her fourteen years. The woman seems to understand the jumpiness and wariness, not offended when Riley flinches away or bothered when she asks questions about anything and everything that she'd read about. Sometimes Riley wonders what might have happened if she had stayed and told the librarian the truth about the wolf. If she would have taken it in stride like everything else and helped, or if Riley had done the right thing to spare her the knowledge of monsters.

Riley realizes after a month that her parents aren't looking for her. There aren't any news bulletins or amber alerts warning the public to keep an eye out for her. She wonders if they think so little of her that they assume she would come back on her own, or do they simply not care to look at all? Rather than dwelling on that unanswerable question, she slowly makes her way across the country. The werewolf works where she can, and public libraries become her refuge. She reads about any topic that strikes her interest, absorbing all sorts of knowledge not just about survival in the wilderness, but also about the human systems that failed her. And every month, she forces wolfsbane down her throat and chains herself to the sturdiest tree she can find to keep the wolf from getting loose.

Riley makes it to New York City by the time she's 18. She enrolls in the city college under her real name and waits a few weeks for her parents to find her, but no one comes knocking. After a few months, she has settled into a routine of working shitty retail jobs while attending night classes. Her attendance is good and her work product solid enough to excuse the occasional absence on full moon nights. It becomes an actual life that Riley begins to feel like is hers. She gets her degree and goes on to law school, falls in love for the first time, and quickly learns why first loves are hard to maintain when you are hiding a second life.

'Your father is dying. You have let this go on long enough.'

Honestly, she doesn't recall the details of that night either, just remembers frustration and yelling, slamming of doors and tears. Then silence. Riley flies back to San Diego in the morning.

The man she finds is a shell of the one who occupied her nightmares, and that alone was worth coming back. To be in the room and watch as he took his final breath, knowing he could never torment her again. The grief takes her mother a few months later. She would probably say something corny and cliche about wolves mating for life. Riley buries them both with their military honors and only cradles her right arm during the funerals before flying back to New York.

Work consumes her and Riley lets it. She sees what the most depraved people in the world are willing to do, human and supernatural alike. She fights to keep innocent people from being locked up in a system that treats them like monsters, when she knows that there are much worse things out there. Recently, she has made her way to Port Leiry for a change of pace and an attempt to rectify past mistakes. When she isn't fighting the state over the inequalities that are in the human world as a public defender, Riley tries her best to offer pro bono services to people in the supernatural world who need a supernatural lawyer for whatever reason.

Wanted Plots / Connections

Clients - In legal trouble of the criminal variety? Think the state is discriminating against you? As a PD, Riley provides a first line of defense for people against the human legal system. These can be human or supernatural creatures who are having issues with the law, whether they know about supernatural creatures or not. Riley is a bleeding heart who cares too much for her own good and I'm sure that will be no problem whatsoever with her with her werewolf temper.

Pack / Fellow Wolves - Riley is a born wolf who has never been part of a traditional pack. Until she ended up in New York with her re-entry into society, the only experience she'd had with another werewolf was her father, which was not a pleasant relationship to say the least. She has an instinctive fear response to other wolves, and has no desire to join a pack.

Vampires - As a whole, they're fine with vampires. They'd be a hypocrite if they harped on the fact that they feed on humans. However, Riley hates injustice so thinks it's absolutely bullshit that some vampires walk around and there are no consequences for their actions.

Witches - Riley is probably most comfortable with witches when it comes to other supernatural creatures. They can be shitty just like anyone other group of people, but they find something comforting in the magic that tends to wrap around them.

Hunters - Unlike a lot of supernatural creatures, Riley has fortunately not personally had a negative experience with hunters. While she doesn't agree with what they do, she can understand their frustration about a system that seems to accept human lives as acceptable collateral damage.

[sntsvictors]

case     file          :          victors     ,     corvina          

1973     ,     columbus , ohio        

basics.

full name . . . ; corvina victors

nicknames . . . ; cor, raven

association . . . ; none

species . . . ; werewolf

birthplace . . . ; ohio

occupation . . . ; florist

date of birth . . . ; october 31th, 1973

status . . . ; single

sexuality . . . ; lesbian

pronouns . . . ; she/her

languages . . . ; english , latin , spanish (latina ex wife effect)

to note . . . ; she is not sane

scars . . . ; has claw marks going down her neck to her chest

tattoos . . . ; has a rose on her ribcage

piercings . . . ; nipples

positive traits . . . ; loving, easy-going, loyal, adapt, intelligent

negative traits . . . ; temperamental, impulsive, manipulative, reckless, unstable, violent

connections . . . ; riven victors . . . son

bioggraphy

TW: Violence, Blood, Domestic Abuse

Insanity is a word vastly used to undermine the works of bright powerful witches taken with dark magic, loosely hanging from a thread without real meaning ⸻ Or it is what Corvina would tell herself when she could feel her mind slipping past lines she dared not willingly cross, falling into an abyss right beneath her left foot. The world of an illusionist is a fake one, standing on pillars of crafted lies and manipulated dreams ⸻ It was so terribly easy to lose sight of reality when her fingertips were black-stained by the nightmares she created. So no, Corvina Victors is not insane, thank you very much. 

Stranger in a coven of strange women ⸻ yes. But there wasn't anything alarmingly off about her; an only daughter of an only daughter of an only daughter of an ⸻ There were no boys born into the Victors's family. Men are disposable tools witches see no use in other than the sperm in their ball sack. It has been this way since the first Victors hung from a tree in Salem ⸻ hurt, alone, betrayed by the one she trusted the most. The hatred diluted each passed generation, but the ways of the Circle of the Reverie remained unchanged. They would not prevent their girls from marrying good-hearted men, of course ⸻ but a warlock isn't allowed in the circle no matter how much love he holds for the witches. It is safer this way, the elders would say to their grandchildren, who would then become elders themselves, passing the belief on and on. 

Corvina did not question it ⸻ blindly trusted the words of her mother, grandmother, many aunties in their little makeshift village of support. She had no interest in men save for the kind boy by the river, fetching her shawl in the cold frigid waters for her. And even then, nothing but platonic love coiled around the two of them. He didn't know of the powers she possessed ⸻ the leisure walks she would take through his dreams, the deadly nightmares she enjoyed plaguing in the minds of those beneath her. People die in their sleep all the time, there's nothing amiss when a wife wakes up to find her husband lying cold next to her ⸻ and if she is secretly thankful for that, how his heavy hands can't touch her anymore ⸻ well, you are welcome. 

Of course, one cannot control a tornado ⸻ the more Corvina took, the less of herself was left. She had been a prodigy from the moment she was born, starlight on her fingertips and death in her lungs, singing her to sleep. But the burden is one that leaves a void inside one's soul, and Corvina wanted more. Always more. Not only deserving men felt the full grip of her wrath, but any who dared cross her path. When her mother passed away, eyes turned to Corvina as if she had been the one to kill the beloved. She didn't. They knew too. But they feared her, some. They loved her more. 

At eighteen, leader of a coven mysterious as they are dangerous. At twenty, pregnant with the heir of all her power and ambitions. Science truly was beautiful. Her best friend provided doctors with the missing piece of the equation, and poof ⸻ they were planning to co-parent the most loved baby in the universe. Of course, maternal instincts didn't hit her easily. Truth be told, by her last semester she had begun thinking she could not love the alien feeding off her body. And then she held him in her arms ⸻ covered in blood, pink, screaming ⸻ Oh Riven, you are extraordinary, are you not, my little love? The first boy to be born from a Victors's witch, and of course he was hers. Only she is powerful enough to break the cycle, only her Riven is special enough to start a new one. She took to him like water takes to the river, and loving Riven became the easiest thing she ever did. 

Of course, the more he grew, the more his powers manifest, the more hers did ⸻ and her so once called best friend showed her his true colors, dripping of resentment and jealousy. Motherhood changes people in ways one could not understand. Away from her coven, lost, and for the first time scared, Corvina took the abuse in silence if it meant her son could have a stable household. If she knew what awaited her, she wouldn't have. 

Insanity is merely a word ⸻ No. She felt insanity heavily upon her, on her tongue, in her throat, when she was buried in a shallow grave ⸻ bleeding from wounds she could not see, feeling life physically leave her. She felt rage. Anger. Whatever last thread holding her sanity together disappeared, then, like a ripped worn wool sweater. Corvina doesn't know how she survived. There are days she fully believes she didn't. Necromancy is a beautiful thing. And she is a lucky woman to have been buried near the haunting place of a rather skilled one. And when the wolf found her, well ⸻ Losing her powers hit her hard. It’s why, she believes, her mind fractured. Her memories were hidden behind a fog wall she didn’t want to breach, her full moons a thing of agony and bitterness. But she marched on. 

Her wounds healed, and she built a life for herself she was quite proud of. But then her fiancé broke their engagement off. The heartbreak, perhaps, was the catalyst of it all ⸻ weeks after the break up, she found herself wandering through a primal haze she has never felt before. Hunting people. Killing them. One victim after the other, she grew stronger. More like herself. And the more like herself she was, the more she remembered them ⸻ Her Riven. The murderer. Tracking them down was hard, but necessary. It is lucky they were both in the same city, now. Revenge will taste sweet with Riven by her side.

[asterekmess]

Hi, Tali! If you don't mind answering, what do you think of the Jewish Stilinski / Gajos Family headcanon? What about the headcanon of Stiles with ADHD and autism? Finally, do you have headcanons focused on Teen Wolf werewolf culture? For example, I find it interesting that, based on ravens and their symbiotic relationship with wolves, werewolves think of ravens as good luck charms or even allies. Perhaps, they will call someone particularly close to them who is not supernatural, their raven. I don't know. I find the apparent hatred, or reluctance, that the series portrayed for born werewolves rather sad. Thank you so much.

There's a lot of questions here, so i'll go through them one at a time!

Jewish Stilinski/Gajos Family headcanon: It's not one I personally follow; while i like to try and incorporate a little more polish culture with the Stilinski family, I don't really do religious aspects (and yes i know that you can be culturally jewish without being religiously jewish, but it's also not part of how I view him). But i do love the idea, and of course heavily support others bringing it to life for themselves! Admittedly, if I were to make anyone in tw jewish, I usually see Coach as jewish? I don't even know why? It's just permanently there in my brain. o.O But I think that there's a lot of depth you could go into making Stiles/the Stilinski/the Gajos family jewish, and so much that could be added to his character and his parents that way! ADHD & Autistic Stiles: I'm assuming you're specifically talking about him being ADHD AND Autistic, since the ADHD part is canon. And again, while it's not something I personally see/headcanon, I'm still very supportive of others hc'ing it. Autistic characters are rare, and well-written autistic characters even more so. Rep in general for Autistic people is abysmally hard to find if you're looking for canon rep, so I have no hardships with those who hc they're way into getting some. There's plenty of things/behaviors/ideas about Stiles that would support that hc, and people exploring that is awesome! I mean, honestly there's not really headcanons that I don't support, since they're headcanons and people can think whatever it is they wanna think. XD Whether or not I share those headcanons is a wildly different story. XD

Headcanons focused on TW werewolf culture/customs: I have SO MANY. The problem is that I have so many, and they're such integral parts of how I view things, that it's genuinely hard for me to identify what my hc's are, because they're basically canon to me. There's pack bonds being a real, magical thing with physical effects on wolves (this isn't canon, despite what cora says about losing pack members being like losing limbs, and what they say in s2 about packs with more wolves being literally stronger faster, etc. They never say a pack BOND is a thing). There's the Alpha Imperative to protect and care for the pack like essentially a parent, paralleling real life pack structures. That it's not about being dominant, it's about being a Guardian/Caretaker for the rest of the pack. That there's a reason why someone wouldn't WANT to be an Alpha, that there's some kind of downside to all that power, or at least a responsibility that some wouldn't be willing to deal with. The idea that werewolves can't use magic. that you can either be magic, or have magic, and since werewolves ARE magic, they can't control it, unless it's werewolf specific, like the stuff with their claws, etc. So a werewolf couldn't cast a spell, but a witch could. The idea that having control isn't about Not Shifting, it's about being able to CHOOSE whether you shift or not. A fully shifted werewolf isn't less in control than a non-shifted one. If a non-shifted wolf CAN"T shift? They have no control, just as a wolf who can't HELP shifting has no control. True Control is about being Balanced in your ability to choose which way you sway in the shift. And continuing on from that, there's the idea that Werewolves aren't half wolf, half human. They're ALL werewolf, and there's no inner wolf they're fighting for control with or humanity to cling to. There's just…Them. Bitten wolves have new urges that they might Personify as an inner wolf, but especially bitten wolves DONT have that, because why would they? Heightened senses/alternative forms of communication being a THING for werewolves. They go off scent, sure, but also they speak with Body language and read emotions in your stance. That Derek and the Hales might not actually be so damn succinct and non-communicative as everyone assumes, and maybe they're just speaking a different language? Shifting as a general form of communication and behavior. The same as smiling or glaring, having eye flashes and showing fang being a Part of how they talk. It's not necessarily intimidation tactics, it's just…another form of squinting their eyes or winking or whatever other facial expressions humans use? They just have more options bc they have more facial features to work with. Full moons being a sort of….not holiday, but a Custom to werewolves. It's not just a horrific night of torture and pain. It's a night when wolves feel powerful and full of energy and magic and whether they have full moon runs or bonfire nights or parties, or even just mandatory pack nights, having the full moon mean something other than agony. Having a CONNECTION to the moon! Whether they see it as a deity or in general have a cultural respect for nature as a whole or just Feeling something standing in the moonlight, full moon or not. This thing that's so huge to them, having some other effects/meaning something to them!

There's loads more, but i also like your idea about ravens and connections to wolves! I actually have a wip that talks a lot about that concept ^_^ And you're right, it was really sad and disappointing that a show that was supposed to be about werewolves, treated them like the enemy and every glimpse we got into their culture just revealed more violence and hatred and viciousness and just....2 dimensional animalistic propaganda bullshit. Half the stories we heard about werewolves came from hunters! Also, apologies that this response keeps getting longer, tumblr wasn't letting me fucking post the reply bc i guess it was too long?

[mydarlingdearestdead]

⚠️ TW: suicidal intention/attempt ⚠️

Sirius had been convinced it was the right thing to do. Standing by the rail on the astronomy tower he was convinced. He remembered laughing with James as they threw pieces of parchment to the wind, Sirius had said it was a wonder they didn't have a charm up to prevent this. Suddenly, he was glad, well as glad as he could be, for their lack of provision.

The rail wasn't high, it barely reached Sirius' waist. It probably wouldn't have even gotten past Remus' knees. Ah, Remus.

Sirius didn't blame Remus, even if others inevitably would. Telling Snape how to find him, the tree's secrets... honestly, Sirius didn't know whether he truly regretted what he did. The implications it had on Remus, yes, but if anyone deserved to be clawed to death by a werewolf it was certainly Severus Snape. Lily would hex him for thinking that. She wasn't speaking to him anyway, so that didn't matter.

In fact, no one had spoken to Sirius in the weeks since The Incident, as they had taken to calling it behind his back. James ignored his notes and smirks in class, Peter turned away, looking pained, when he attempted to start a conversation and Remus... Remus was the worst: He didn't get angry, or sad, or anything really. He had taken to spending more time with the Slytherins. With Regulus, specifically.

Logically, Sirius knew he should be angry or, in the least, upset with Remus for his newfound friendship with Sirius' baby brother, but, frankly, Sirius didn't think he'd earned the right to feel anything in relation to Remus other than regret and embarrassment.

Remus had undoubtedly told Regulus all about what Sirius had done, perhaps managing to make Reggie hate him even more fiercely than before. The boys seemed to have bonded over something; Sirius assumed it was their mutual hatred for the discarded Black brother and friend they'd once known.

Even after this- the total freezout, making good with Regulus etc- Sirius couldn't deny it: He was irrevocably, helplessly and horrifyingly in love with Remus Lupin. But Remus despised every move he made, every strand of his hair, every word that left his lips- Remus Lupin didn't want anything to do with Sirius Black and that was final.

And so, Sirius Orion Black carried himself up to the astronomy tower at two in the morning. He watched his star flicker in the vast darkness, and sighed, disappointed, when he couldn't make out Regulus'. He'd, maybe unconsciously, wished to see his brother one last time and was unable. Sirius Orion Black perched haphazardly on the railing and pondered whether he could actually do it. Whether he had the guts.

Sirius Orion Black inched closer to the edge with every passing moment.

Perhaps living a ghost of a life is even worse than living none at all, he thought. Sirius clung to those years he had lived, five in all. Five years since he boarded the Hogwarts express, ducking into an odd compartment in an attempt to free himself from Narcissa's grasp.

It was there he met startled hazel eyes which shifted to welcoming after no apparent consideration.

"James Potter." The boy offered his hand, which seemed overly formal for an eleven-year-old, but Sirius went along with it.

"A Potter," He grinned, "Mother'll hate that." He gestured to himself "Sirius Black."

Sirius took his place on the empty seat beside James, two others faced them- a short, plump boy with a mop of tousled blonde hair who introduced himself. rather nervously, as Peter Pettigrew.

The second boy, who was facing Sirius, wasn't making eye contact with anyone. His attention glued to the window, blurring shades of green and brown and open blue eye flew past. In fact, it was rather mesmerizing, but Sirius had earned the right to believe he was even slightly more interesting than a landscape.

"Hello?" Sirius tried, then, "Nice to meet you?", "It is a beautiful view.", "Would it be in anyway possible for you to pay the slightest bit attention to me?" Sirius grimaced, he hated that he sounded like his mother.

As a truly last ditch attempt, Sirius threw a chocolate frog at the boy's head. James shoved him immediately, "What did you do that for?" He whispered under his breath. Sirius didn't reply because now the boy was looking at him.

"Thank you?" The boy said uncertainly.

Sirius laughed, "I'm Sirius, you sort of missed the introductions. And the trolley." He added, gesturing to the chocolate frog cradled in his companions lap.

"Like the star?" He asked, then shook his head, "I'm Remus. Lupin. Remus Lupin."

"James Potter."

"Peter Pettigrew." They introduced themselves at once.

Sirius barely registered the ensuing conversation, his focus was Remus. Remus' amber eyes, Remus' freckles, Remus' curls, the way Remus' nose scrunched up when he laughed, how Remus knew his star-

James was shaking him, "What?" Sirius asked, sharper than he'd meant to.

James brought his hands up in a surrendering motion, "Remus is talking to you." He said, clearly suppressing a chuckle.

Sirius ignored him, turning to face Remus with a small smile. Remus, who was flushed, "I just- Thank you. Properly, for the Chocolate Frog." He stumbled over his words and spoke too fast. Sirius loved it.

Sirius felt his own flush, "You're welcome." He murmured.

"You're welcome." Sirius said again, as he stared down the darkness. "And, I'm sorry." He added, for good measure if nothing else.

He wondered what his obituary would read; Sirius Orion Black The Third was a treasured son (Untrue), a trusted friend (not anymore) and someone who could be counted on in the worst situations (keep dreaming). He is survived by his parents Walburga Black (Euphemia Potter) and Orion Black (Fleamont Potter) as well as a brother(s), Regulus Black (and James Potter).

Sirius made what little peace was left for him to make, he wasn't ready, of course, but if we all waited until we were ready to die then over population would surely be much worse.

Then, in an unfortunate and irritating turn of events, a pair of arms snaked around his waist and tugged him backward forcefully, almost right over the steel railing.

Remus? , He thought desperately, and for a moment he was elated at the thought. Sirius chided himself to snap out of it; this was not a fairy tale and his prince wasn't going to save him from his fate. Not that he considered Remus his prince- or even a prince in first place, nevermind Sirius' prince- or... fine, maybe Sirius thought Remus was a prince among men and maybe he'd even told Remus once or twice just to maybe get a pillow thrown at his face with surprising force and aim.

But this wasn't Remus, this was someone trying to be a hero.

Sirius fought meekly, kicking out and slamming his fists into the strangers collarbone like an indignant toddler. They merely grunted noncommittally and pulled him over the railing quite clumsily, allowing him to flail and hit the steel hard enough to surely leave a bruise.

A moment later Sirius found himself back-down on the cobblestones. The other boy, for it was a boy, loomed over him, scowling fiercely.

Sirius met his eyes. Or, rather, he met his own eyes.

Regulus.

[liamgallaghermpreg]

Happy WW!! I always see you talking about ABO dynamics so I gotta ask: have you ever thought about a Supernatural + Teen Wolf crossover? If you were now CEO of the CW how would you make that play out? (Lets pretend in this make believe land that incest is allowed on tv lol)

this is a wild ask and i'm obsessed thank you. have i ever thought about it? no. am i thinking about it NOW? absolutely yes

(also fwiw there is incest in riverdale lmao, which leads me to believe that the cw is down to clown with it as long as it's m/f lol but i digress)

ok so. one thing about me and teen wolf is i ship everything. i've only seen 1-3b (i dipped when allison died moved away) and i rewatched 1-2 at the beginning of the pandemic. i forgot how fucking wild that show was?? ANYWAY!! here's a couple character interactions i'd love to see:

sam, meet lydia: lydia would initially be interested in dean, the charming, good-looking older brother, but quickly realize that sam is the one with the brains that line up more with hers. dean is smart, absolutely, but sam is more interested in typical academics, and lydia is a genius. they'd chat. they'd get into the lore (once sam does lydia a couple favors, of course). i fucking love lydia martin, she is a forever girl to me, and despite TW being an MTV show, lydia has deep flavors of sam. s2 lydia, hearing voices and visions, not knowing what's wrong with her, learning a dark family past, a harbinger of death...yeah, they'd have plenty to talk about and i'd LOVE to see these two as fast friends that nobody quite understands. sam hiding that lydia is a banshee from dean so that he & john don't hunt her...ugh <3

dean, meet peter hale: we know that dean loves a good looking father figure ;) and peter is so manipulative and creepy – he'd absolutely sniff out the J/D going on (incestuous family meet incestuous family) and use it to piss dean off during fights. i imagine this as an endless chase; peter is so good at getting away and dean is so upset with himself that he keeps losing him and getting toyed with in the process. can you imagine peter's flirting? also, with all the peter + lydia stuff happening, this would add another layer on top of it, when you have sam's friendship with lydia.

john, meet chris & kate argent: ok. incest recognize incest. what the hell was going on in the argent family lmfao bUT ANYWAY i would LOVE to see john talk with these other hunters who all three have such different interpretations of their "codes." i would love to see who john sides with – is it chris, who only hurts those who hurt others, or kate, the vicious fighter who doesn't think twice about hurting any werewolf? i would love to see the fallout of john siding with kate first only to see how that drive has corrupted her into the evil that she is.

dean should hook up with...marin: this would be so fun i think. she's smart and beautiful, which is enough to draw dean in, and she can keep up with him. he can talk to her about the supernatural world, but oh man imagine the fallout of finding out marin is working with deucalion, dean turning on her, and then finding out that she was actually double-crossing him! the self-hatred that would ensue. would they get back together after? who knows...

sam should hook up with...stiles: i almost said allison but scallison is my otp so i can't break them up lmao. i want sam & stiles to have their bi-curious phase with each other. a messy baby dom 4 baby dom virgin 4 virgin moment at one of those raves. they're both secretly constantly competing to be the smartest person in the room and stiles is sooo jealous of sam's friendship with lydia yet fascinated by him. tension off the CHARTS.

john should hook up with...melissa: hELLO? this would be so hot. while i do ship melissa/sherriff stilinski, i love the idea of this ill-advised hookup lmao. both single parents looking for a good time, john unaware that her son is one of the werewolves he's hunting, maybe rafael (her ex-husband) has it out for john bc the winchesters have gotten themselves on the FBI's radar?

oh there is SO MUCH fun stuff you can do with this crossover, also sam would love dr. deaton i think, and dean and jackson do get in a physical fight at some point and dean kicks his fucking ass lol

[straydogkins]

General reading for Rei Skauma

General disclaimer: I hope these make sense to you, but you always know yourself best what is and isn't true to you and your canon. As per usual we rolled three times and asked for a general reading of your timeline.

As always: Please heed the TW's in this, part three talks about vague feelings of self hatred and separation of ones identity.

The Shufflemancy says...

HOWLING by odotter FT Hatsune Miku and Gumi | Lyrics

Howling is a song about a werewolf who is portrayed by Gumi (I am assuming she's a werewolf based on the lyrics and music video) and a Vampire portrayed by Miku (I am assuming again based on the music video and lyrics). The song goes on to show them 'hunting' the other by using their natural instincts.

My analysis:

You (probably as the vampire- although maybe not in the literal sense) and someone else (there werewolf) were probably in a heated and intense relationship, I can't say if it was long term or not based on this song alone.

Ngl this is funny to me because of Koga's mere existence, however I don't want this to be the only thing that points to a possible romantic relationship between the two of you- You know yourself best and so forth.

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Regretful Promise by Spores-P ft Gumi | Lyrics

This song is about being manipulated and lied to, told from the perspective of a princess who was tricked into giving him her soul for three months. The demon then starts killing people she's close to (including her family) in an attempt to guilt trip her into staying with him forever. Although this song is specifically about her running away from the demon and plotting to be free from him.

My analysis:

From my POV this could link you being in a situation where you wanted to (and eventually did) run from which felt like your soul was literally sold and/or trapped by whomever you sold it to.

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ENEMY by Dasu ft Kagamine Len | Lyrics

This song used to have an offical meaning, while the document has been deleted while looking around online, I found that it might represent the inner psyche of a boy who hates himself and his thoughts, seeing them as an 'enemy' to himself and being hateful towards that part of him.

My analysis: I don't think you liked yourself (or at least a part of you) very much. You probably viewed yourself as a problem or an 'enemy' to those around you. You couldn't understand that side to you or why it would do the things it did.

As a disclaimer this song isn't about being a system (as far as I know), however in psychology it's common to separate yourself into different 'parts' which is what I believe this song is referring to.

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Overall analysis

From this reading I'd say you had a romance that was very strong, was manipulated and hurt by someone (or something like a cooperation) and because of that you didn't like the part of you that allowed these things to happen.

Honestly these are all very different and vague topics, so you would know best what they all mean but that's the general vibes I'm getting.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE MOON get what he deserves?” He is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → remus lupin pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → joe keery blood status → half-blood (werewolf) sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → photographer for the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

The person to offer you the last square of CHOCOLATE, nibbled SECRETLY in the light of the fridge, with a nudge and a TEASING SMILE. COMFORT in human form, he is your favourite woollen JUMPER you search for on COLD NIGHTS that still fits despite how you’ve grown. QUIET & CAUTIOUS like the EVENING, he is the fun MEMORIES in the DARKNESS and the MYSTERIOUS HOWL that ECHOES in the MOONLIGHT.

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

A man whose heart is filled with gentle warmth and kindness, anyone who calls Remus Lupin a friend is incredibly lucky, although they are within a select few. Born to a muggle insurance office from Cardiff who fell in love with a wizard, Remus was raised in Cardiff. As a young boy, Remus was curious and eager to learn about the world. Lyall Lupin captured Remus’ imagination from an early age.  A senior advisor for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Lyall’s knowledge of magical creatures was unchallenged and Remus grew up searching for mermaids in Cardiff Bay and looking for werewolves in Wenallt Forest. Little did Remus know that it was a werewolf who would eventually come looking for him. Around Remus’ fifth birthday a number of muggles had gone missing in Cardiff, their bodies mauled in what the authorities thought was an animal attack, but Lyall knew better. A werewolf was on the loose, and Lyall had an idea of who it was. FENRIR GREYBACK [maker/adversary] had told the questioning committee he was simply a wizard in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Lyall knew the signs of lycanthropy and would not so easily be fooled. 

Lyall voiced his concerns at the trial, suggesting Fenrir be detained till at least the next full moon, losing his temper in the process. Fenrir was released and disappeared back to Cardiff without a trace. He would not forget Lyall’s comments and on the next full moon crept through his son’s open window and bit his small body savagely. Remus awoke writhing in pain. He doesn’t remember much from this period of his life but the severity of the bite which was still etched into his skin and the werewolf venom coursing through his veins was his first living memory that haunts him to this very day. His life was changed thereafter and sadly he can remember no different. His parents tried desperately to help him, fashioning chains in the basement to keep him safe during the full moon. So began his story with self-hatred. Remus despised what he had been turned into, he had learned about werewolves. They were spiteful and wicked and now he was infected with their same cruelty. He tried everything to stop the transformations but sheer willpower was not enough and after too many comments had propped up from his school about strange marks on his body his parents were forced to pull him from school. 

Like his father Remus had shown magical promise, leaving his mother and father worried about how he would be educated due to his condition. Lyall’s good friend ALASTOR MOODY [friend] had suggested Lyall be candid with the headmaster and it was due to the persuasive powers of ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [leader/former headmaster] and a firm promise that he would keep an eye on Remus that he was allowed to attend Hogwarts School alongside his peers that following September. After the bite, Remus had learned to keep himself to himself. It was better to not attract attention to himself, which was fairly difficult at times. At his core, Remus was a fun loving, intelligent and witty boy, which to the joy of his classmates he showed in the odd moment. His first friend at school LILY EVANS [close friend], was more perceptive than most eleven year olds and had learned the key to friendship with Remus was not to ask too many questions and make clever quips quietly to one another about the assigned reading or their less academically gifted classmates. It was perhaps this friendship with Lily that first put him on the radar of JAMES POTTER [best friend/housemate], though he knows now it was a multitude of things. 

His dorm mate was one of the most popular students in his year, amongst his friends and fellow dorm mates PETER PETTIGREW [best friend/housemate] and SIRIUS BLACK [best friend/housemate]. Although they got on the nerves of a fair few people, Remus landed on the side that he found them amusing and enjoyed their casual chats before bed and silently appreciated their attempts to get to know him. Their persistence to know him was the best thing that ever happened to Remus and although the most terrifying thing in the world was waking up in The Shrieking Shack after a full moon to find all three boys staring back at him, he has to this day never been more grateful for a singular event. For the first time he has true friends and the marauders came to know and love him even better than his own family. They didn’t care about his condition, in fact they learned to become animagus to accompany him on the full moon. Remus came into his own, a brighter and happier boy who would partake in practical jokes and parties by The Black Lake the boys became known for. Hogwarts was a happy time for Remus, a safe place to learn about himself and have responsibility given to him. 

He graduated with outstanding results, having been a prefect and with a loyal and brilliant set of friends, completed perfectly by MARLENE MCKINNON [close friend], DORCAS MEADOWES [close friend] and MARY MACDONALD [close friend]. Upon leaving Hogwarts at eighteen, all of the same fears he had aged eleven flooded back to him. With no Dumbledore to look out for him, Remus knew he would have to manage his condition alone in the workplace. Accepting a job at The Ministry of Magic as a crime scene photographer and analyst and moving in with James, Sirius and Peter. What had happened to Remus had changed his life forever and instead of letting it force him into depression, he used it as the catalyst to drive him forward. His expertise was vital to The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, especially in the wake of the death of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest]. A suspected killer werewolf was on the loose, but the case did not quite add up to Remus, who knew exactly what it looked like to be attacked by a werewolf. 

Remus tried his best to get ALICIA AVERY-JONES [boss] to see to reason that Booker hadn’t been killed by a werewolf at all, but not wanting to draw attention to himself was forced to drop his quest and help The Ministry rule werewolf SILAS CRUMP [person of interest] as his killer. Three years on, Remus knows more. Now a member of The Order of The Phoenix alongside his friends; he knows that something much darker is at play and Silas Crump sitting in Azkaban weighs on him more heavily each day. With the guidance of FRANK LONGBOTTOM [mentor], Remus has been privately looking into Booker’s death for The Order; believing it might help establish some leads as to who may be hiding in the army of THE DARK LORD [adversary]. But with hate towards creatures on the rise and The Ministry trying to crack down on registration after the disappearance of ROSALIE FLINT [person of interest], Remus must try his best to help the cause he believes in without ruining his life and painting a target on his back, especially when there are those who can’t be trusted like SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary] who know his secret already. 

— he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD & LEVEL 6 WEREWOLF readied for war ;

[ballparkscubicle]

New Argenti Lore

Tw: sexual assault, child abuse, violence, cannibalism, physical abuse, mental abuse, gaslighting via mind control

Rowan takes Adonis as his knight and gives him his name (Adonis was previously called Mail). They take a year to warm up to each other. In that year, Rowan almost takes Adonis’ eye out. In year two, they've become friends, and by year three, they are crushing on each other. In the ten years between them meeting and Rowan succumbing to the curse (The Fall), they dance around their feelings for two more years until they end up getting drunk and sleeping together. After that, it cements their unspoken feelings. 

Rowan sleeps with nobles to keep them in check, and one in particular abuses him, but he is unable to get rid of him due to the duke being very powerful. Adonis hates this but can't do anything, so he just takes care of Rowan after the times he sleeps with a noble.

They find an orphaned six-year-old werewolf and take her in (Mila). Rowan visits his soldiers on the battlefield, and during one of these visits, he and Adonis are ambushed. The men force Rowan into sex to protect Adonis. Rowan is able to kill the men (due to the curse he's very strong but prone to injury easier), and the next day they arrive at the camp where Rowan is taken care of by medics, while Adonis decides to return to his mercenary band (The Band of Iron Chains).

After about a week of being catatonic, Rowan sends his men to bring Adonis back, as well as hiring the mercenary band to fight a battle he knows they'll lose. The Band of Iron Chains is wiped out, turning an already angry Adonis on Rowan. Adonis leaves again after saying he hates Rowan. Rowan spirals (locking Mila in her room for a month) until it sinks in, causing the man to fall into despair, triggering the curse (Rowan turns into a dragon). Mila is freed by a maid and escapes into the woods.

For three years, Adonis wanders the kingdom as a rival one takes over, and Rowan, stuck in his cursed form, terrorizes the mountains. After year one, he reunites with Mila and, later on, forms a party of five others. Meanwhile, Rowan is somehow broken from his cursed form. Once Rowan is back, he takes his kingdom back and begins searching for Adonis.

Adonis starts to pull Rowan into his dreams due to gods being summoned by those who call out to them in their dreams. Usually, Rowan would be pulled into multiple people's dreams, but Adonis’ longing is so powerful it sucks the god in completely. This is after Adonis is given the Silver Angel's armor. This armor prevents fatigue in battle and pain but slowly kills the wearer by draining their energy. Rowan is not happy about Adonis wearing the armor or that he is pulled into Adonis’ dreams, and Adonis is mad, too. Both are in denial of wanting the other that much.

In the dreams, Adonis isn't in full control of himself. His subconscious is controlling his actions. There is also the manifestation of his worst traits or the ram. The ram is everything Adonis tries to hide from. His emotional pain and burdens. Most importantly, his hatred and anger. The ram is constantly in the back of Adonis’ mind, and during the shared dreams, it will sometimes appear. One time, it manages to separate Adonis from Rowan and attack Rowan. Sexually assaulting him and leaving him surprisingly “happy,” as it actually caused him pain. He wants it to hurt him again. He needs it to hurt him. Adonis in the dreamscape is scared for Rowan. He doesn't want to see him hurt even if, in his waking mind, he's convinced himself he wants to kill Rowan.

Adonis eventually is found and captured by Rowan. Separating him from his party and Mila. Rowan forces Adonis to become a paladin so he is able to control him completely. Adonis being in this perpetual hazy state where he doesn't remember Rowan sending his mercenary band to their deaths and is completely compliant and docile with Rowan

He doesn't remember Arlo or anyone in his party other than Mila. Who Rowan claims ran away, but Adonis doesn't believe that wholeheartedly. Sometimes, he has nightmares of his time before reuniting with Rowan. Adonis doesn't understand them.

On top of the haze, Adonis has blackout rages when he sees something that should trigger a memory. He kills a lot of people during these, only able to be subdued by Rowan. After these episodes, Adonis is chained up and locked in the dungeon for several days until he is safe. Rowan starts letting Adonis have violent sex with him to get out his anger. Afterwards, Adonis feels guilty about it, and Rowan will use that to manipulate him.

Arlo only sees Adonis when Rowan makes public appearances, and he's dressed like a noble with what is obviously a collar around his neck. Adonis never leaves Rowan's side in public, and rarely in private is he alone. Arlo and the traveling party work to get to Adonis. Aisley, a powerful witch, is able to locate him but can not break the haze Adonis is in. Rowan is in complete control of Adonis and can't be killed in a meaningful way, as he reincarnates. Arlo and his party end up joining an underground rebellion and getting to the castle. Adonis goes with them in an attempt to keep Rowan safe, but Aisley kills Rowan's vessel without him knowing to buy time to escape. 

They party goes to a neighboring country. Arlo and Aisley work on cracking the barrier, keeping Adonis’ memories locked away. Adonis is surprised to see Mila is with these people he feels he should know, but he's still on edge. The rages get worse, and Adonis isolates himself most of the time. Arlo is his only friend. Adonis finds himself instantly protective of Arlo and eventually realizes he loves him. Arlo calms him down in a way no one ever has. In fact, Arlo is able to snap Adonis out of his blind rages.

It takes Rowan a year to reincarnate, as he has to wait in the astral realm for his vessel to reform. On the outside, his body is encased in an egg shell. For him to be reborn, his destroyed body had to be fed the blood of humanoid races. The egg has to be immersed in blood. The paladin generals take care of this. 

When Rowan is reborn, he immediately knows where Adonis is and raises an army to intimidate the king of the neighboring kingdom into letting him into the borders to search for Adonis. Which isn't hard to do, being that Rowan hasn't lost one battle after his return to the throne and commands lesser demons. It's rumored that Rowan isn't human anymore, but many other countries do not believe this.

When Rowan finds Adonis, he forces him back, but lets him bring Arlo after seeing how attached Adonis is. He only cares about having Adonis back. Aisley is gone at this point as they needed to get a rare herb. Leaving no other option than to follow Rowan's command. Arlo manages to get Mila as well, before they are taken back to the castle. There, Adonis is never allowed to leave Rowan's side and can only see Arlo and Mila if supervised. Rowan starts to see Arlo as a pet due to his efforts to win the god over. Mila has to learn that Rowan doesn't have a fatherly connection to her anymore. She ends up having only Arlo to look to for good parental behavior, as Adonis is absent or not himself most of the time.

Adonis is discontent but trying his hardest to make things work. Because of his inner darkness, he's still very volatile. He needs either Rowan or Arlo to calm him down. He ends up in the dungeon a lot after being back at first. 

Rowan eventually lets Arlo sleep in his and Adonis’ bed as he comes to care for him like a dog. Meaning he lets Adions be alone with him. It takes Adonis yelling at him for Rowan to start pretending to be able to love Mila like he once had. He is eventually able to love her as if she were a possession of his. Rowan is able to get Arlo to become a paladin in order to protect Adonis properly. Rowan has no intention of controlling Arlo the way he does Adonis. He simply knows that if Arlo dies, Adonis will have a very bad mental break. It's rather easy for Adonis to convince Rowan to fully integrate Arlo into the relationship, as Rowan is fond of him.

It becomes easier to raise Mila when Arlo enters the relationship. Things calm down, and Adonis' violent episodes calm down.

[thequeendomhq]

NAME. Rykard AGE & BIRTH DATE. 38 & July 14th, 2987 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cismale & He/Him NATIONALITY. Iskaran SPECIES. Werewolf FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Mercenary FACE CLAIM. Jason Momoa

biography

( tw: death, gore )

His existence in this world was intended to be brief, a waste of potential, a tiny flickering flame snuffed out by the hand of causality. Born into a gang of cut-throat highwaymen, his entry into this realm was not heralded but instead sparked a sense of dread. If it was not for his mother and her status within the group, they would have abandoned the infant soon after his birth. A battlefield is no place for a child, yet it was there where his earliest memories were formed. He learned from an early age that the world didn’t give a fuck about a boy playing soldier, no one would play the harp when he died. Grow strong or perish, that was the cold truth. The harsh group of highwaymen that raised him had no need for those that could not pull their own weight, either pick up a weapon or get left behind. When his mother passed away due to illness when he was six, the only reason the group of bandits kept him around was that they could use this child to take advantage of the kind-hearted fools of the caravans passing through. Rykard would approach the travelers under the guise of a lost child who could not find his parents, hungry and cold.  They would take him in and Rykard would gather valuable intel on the group before reporting back to the bandits. The gang would then rob the caravans blind, stuffing their purses with as much precious ore and gemstones as they could flee with. 

He was only twelve when he killed his first man, the slumbering wolf nestled away in the helical weave of his DNA awoken by the scent of lifeblood spilled by Rykard’s own hand. The boy had sunk his dagger into the back of an unsuspecting guard during a raid on a caravan, an arguably cheap kill from the perspective of man, but to an animal any kill was a valid one. An ancient contract had been signed in blood, a distant chorus of rejoicing howls echoed forth from the Iskaldrik forests. One week later, on the first night the full moon rose in the night sky, the wolf he became in his dreams gained a corporeal form. 

When they found out what he truly was, Rykard was no longer welcome amongst the bandits that had raised him. The prejudice against magic users and supernatural beings extended far beyond the castle walls, hatred fueled by ignorance blossomed in the minds of the commoners as well.  Werewolves were unpredictable and dangerous, it was only a matter of time before the boy turned on them all. The group was composed of wanted criminals that would hang for their crimes, having a werewolf in their midst could attract the attention of Witchers.  So, they gave him a choice: stay here and die, or leave and never come back. 

It was to the forest that he escaped, arrows whizzing past his ears as he retreated into the dense foliage. Rykard pressed deeper into the brush, lost and confused, sword clutched in trembling hands. He could not shake the feeling that he was being watched by something, in spite of being far from civilization at this point as he ventured deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest. He was exhausted, legs giving out as he collapsed to the bed of leaves blanketing the woodland floor. In his weakened state, he would make an easy meal for a predator.  This was his exact thought when he noticed a small pack of wolves emerging from the foliage. He tried to stand, to either grab his blade to defend himself or to try to flee, but it was no use.  The wolves were on him within seconds, Rykard closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable sensation of fangs piercing his flesh. This was it.  This was how he dies.  He felt something wet touch his face. Was he crying? No, it was one of the wolves, tail wagging as it licked his face. The others laid down in a protective circle around Rykard, warm fur pressed against the boy’s trembling body. An odd sense of comfort washed over him, like he had finally come home. 

Eventually he caught the eye of a gang of mercenaries that had been ravinging the southern Iskaldrik countryside. They heard rumors of a feral boy that ran with a pack of wolves, hunting those who strayed too far from the path. Eventually their paths crossed and Rykard was captured by the group.  He was brought before their leader, a man named Hrolleif, who offered Rykard a proposition. If he beat Hrolleif in combat, he was free to go.  If he lost, Rykard would have to join them. Naturally, he was no match for the seasoned warrior, but the boy had potential.  Hrolleif took him under his wing, introducing him to the vile brew known as berserker potion. For many years, Rykard honed his craft under the guidance of his mentor. The Crimson Reavers were nothing more than a rough team of cut-throats who only pledged their loyalty to whoever offered them the fattest purse of coin to fight for their cause. His path of ascension through the ranks of the Crimson Reavers ran like a river of blood. Rykard garnered the respect of his warriors through his sheer tenacity in battle and inhuman feats of strength. 

His recollection of the events leading up to the ambush and the massacre itself are fragmented, shards of a mirror stained with blood. Rykard recalls regaining consciousness, facedown in the bloodstained earth, surrounded by the slain bodies of his closest friends. Broken and bloody, Rykard hopelessly searched for any survivors to no avail. They were all gone. 

 And yet he fights. 

A vagabond sellsword, aimlessly wandering the lands of Taravell in search of the ones responsible for killing the only family he ever knew. A ravenous beast, determined to hunt down the ones who wronged him with barbarous cruelty. Sometimes he can still hear their voices when he’s alone, staring into the flames of his campfire. He has no foresight into what he will do after he has defeated them, the molten rage burning within him is the only thing keeping him going.  Who will he be without his hatred? For now, it does not matter.  There is a blood debt that must be paid. 

personality

+ perseverant, fearless, protective – vicious, stoic, reckless

played by chloe. cst. she/her.

[ronkeyroo]

TW; Themes of depression , Self loathing & Implication/mentions of self harm

It wasn’t her lycanthropy that made her feel like a monster, it was but her own damaged heart and inner demons.

And So she ran away - believing her very presence was a burden too heavy to carry, if only to protect her loved ones from her own demise - No matter how deeply she wanted to run back and crash into his embrace, no matter how deeply her heart yearned to accept his love.

[matoitech]

i have massive hatred for omegaverse bc ppl think it’s interchangeable with werewolves and tag their fics w ‘werewolf’ when they actually mean omegaverse and mpreg and whatever the hell like dont u dare say this is the same thing.. werewolves did nothing to deserve this

[verse-macabre]

+×+ The Crossroads +×+

You are not me, I am not yours

🐺

My instincts tell me to gnash my teeth and tear into you while yours wish to bestow gentle, deceptive kisses to break down my defenses

🐺

Pacing in circles and searching for something, anything to make sense

🐺

What do you hope to gain from this saccharine passion of yours?

🐺

I can't believe it to be genuine, it is too unlike what I know love to be

🐺

Caught in a gust of wind, I'm not sure if I can trust my intuition

🐺

A mysterious place with no name

🐺

Trapped with the overwhelming urge to cough up whatever is causing this heaviness in my chest

🐺

I'll cut you down in ways you never thought possible

[mydarlingdearestdead]

⚠️ TW: suicidal intention/attempt ⚠️

Sirius had been convinced it was the right thing to do. Standing by the rail on the astronomy tower he was convinced. He remembered laughing with James as they threw pieces of parchment to the wind, Sirius had said it was a wonder they didn't have a charm up to prevent this. Suddenly, he was glad, well as glad as he could be, for it.

The rail wasn't high, it barely reached Sirius' waist. It probably wouldn't have even gotten past Remus' knees. Ah, Remus.

Sirius didn't blame Remus, even if others inevitably would. Telling Snape how to find him, the tree's secrets... honestly, Sirius didn't know whether he truly regretted what he did. The implications it had on Remus, yes, but if anyone deserved to be clawed to death by a werewolf it was certainly Severus Snape. Lily would hex him for thinking that. She wasn't speaking to him anyway, so that didn't matter.

In fact, no one had spoken to Sirius in the weeks since the incident, as they had taken to calling it behind his back. James ignored his notes and smiles in class, Peter turned away, looking pained, when he attempted to start a conversation and Remus... Remus was the worst: He didn't get angry, or sad, or anything really. He had taken to spending more time with the Slytherins. With Regulus, specifically.

Logically, Sirius knew he should be angry or, in the least, upset with Remus for his newfound friendship with Sirius' baby brother, but, frankly, Sirius didn't think he'd earned the right to feel anything in relation to Remus other than regret and embarrassment.

He had no doubt Remus had told Regulus all about what he'd done, perhaps managing to make Reggie hate him even more fiercely than before. The boys seemed to have bonded over something; Sirius assumed it was their mutual hatred for the discarded Black family heir.

Even after this- the total freezout, making good with Regulus etc- Sirius couldn't deny it: He was irrevocably, helplessly and horrifyingly in love with Remus Lupin. And Remus despited every move he made, every strand of his hair, every word that left his lips- Remus Lupin didn't want anything to do with Sirius Black.

And so, Sirius Orion Black carried himself up to the astronomy tower at two in the morning. He watched his star flicker in the vast darkness, and sighed when he couldn't make out Regulus'. He'd, maybe unconsciously, wished to see his brother one last time and was unable. Sirius Orion Black perched haphazardly on the railing and pondered wheather he could actually do it. Wheather he had the guts.

Sirius Orion Black inched closer to the edge with every passing moment.

That was, until a pair of arms snaked around his waist and tugged him backward, almost right over the steel railing.

Remus? , He thought desperatly. Sirius chided himself to snap out of it; this was not a fairy tale and his prince wasn't going to save him from his fate. Not that he considered Remus his prince- or even a prince in first place, nevermind Sirius' prince- or... Sirius is making everything worse for himself, isn't he?

Sirius fought meekly, kicking out and slamming his fists into the strangers collarbone like a toddler. They merely grunted noncommittally and pulled him over the railing clumsily, allowing him to flail.

A moment later Sirius found himself back-down on the cobblestones. The other boy, for it was a boy, loomed over him, scowling fiercely.

Sirius met his eyes. Or, rather, he met his own eyes.

Regulus.

(EDIT: I rewrote this and posted another version because this version was written past midnight in some sort of haze)