#werejaguar

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I hate you I love you - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Requested by Anon

Warning: Smut (hate sex)

Thank you to my wonderful Beta who edited this despite the stressful day she’s had! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

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You let out a growl, your growing apple green eyes flashing at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles rolls his eyes out the corner of your eye but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from ripping Isaac jugular out.  

He had one of his annoying scarves on along with a light grey cardigan, light denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. While you wore the exact opposite of. You had a black blouse with a blood red leather skirt, a small Prada bag, gold hoop style earrings, a matching choker and a pair of black suede heels.  

Your lips were painted blood red, your eyes dusted with golds and browns with a thick wing and your hair was bouncy and curly courtesy of Derek though he would deny curling your hair until his dying breath.  

“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the ‘u’ shaped sofa in the newly built Hale house.  

“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.  

“Shutting up- Definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.  

“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully.  

“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up to the nines looking like somebody’s god damn Mistress. It’s off-putting in the most sickening and vomit inducing way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth you were across the room.  

You felt the change take over your body as you tackled him to the floor, baring your fangs at him angrily. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him only to stand up and stride towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.  

“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.  

“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac.  

“Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.  

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights, however, today was a first. You and Isaac never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.  

Derek threw you into the room before Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with slightly more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks. You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac your eyes flash green once again.  

“This is YOUR fault!” You snarled your tone filled with more wrathful than before.  

“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.  

“ME!? THIS STARTED BECAUSE YOU BASICALLY SAID I DRESS LIKE A HOMEWRECKING SLUT!” You screamed, your fangs extending as you approached him.  

“I said Mistress. I never said slut!” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.  

Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.  

You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.  

“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, sweetie.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.  

“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.  

“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they return to Y/E/C.  

Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.  

But if that wasn’t enough of a shock. Then you kissing back, with just as much hostility, was. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up.  

There was a secret that you hid from everyone in your pack. A truth you could barely fathom at the best of times. And that is the love you feel for this man with his hand round your throat. Saying it like that you knew it sounded insane but right now you were in the middle of a quarrel. And for as much and for as long as you’ve argued with this man, he had been the object of affections for way longer.  

It had started in junior year right after the Nogitsune, though you didn’t know that at the time. You had just come to Beacon Hills along with your Aunt Sophia and her newest husband Enrique for the summer. She had recently gotten a large sum of money from her most recent divorce which meant apparently getting a magnificent cabin in the woods near the lake coursing through the little town.  

You had asked why you couldn’t get one in a larger town or maybe even a cabin in the middle of nowhere but you Aunt’s response was always the same. ‘I used to come here as a child with your mother.’ She rather talked about your mother so you just nod your head and went along with it.  

It was a few days into your stay when you’d gone out to the lake to relax. You had a book to read and a blanket to lay on. However, before you’d realised it the sun had begun to set. You let out a huff as you stood up taking out your phone to light up the path. But before you could get any further you heard a howl.  

In the five seconds it took for you to realise there should be no wolves in California there was a heavy body covering you’re and a set of animalistic teeth sunk into your side. You wanted to let out a scream but it felt like any sound died as you finally looked at the thing with its teeth in your side. You’d watched enough movies and played enough 'Witcher' for you to know this wasn’t a wolf…it was a werewolf.  

That night a rogue Alpha bit you less than a minute later Scott and his pack were sitting you down and apologising like it was their fault. He explained what would happen and you took in everything as well as you could.  

When you thought your life couldn’t get any worse the first time you transformed you took the shape of a were-jaguar and months later…You met Kate and suddenly you felt sick to the stomach. You had never hated your were-jaguar but after that day, you did.  

But this boy who is pulling back from the kiss panting? He said something to you after you began to hate your true form, which not only shocked you but shook you to your core.  

*  

His eyes were hooded as he clutched his side in pain. The berserker had managed to slice open his stomach as he jumped in front of you when you’d fell to the floor in shock. The shock that you were anything like Kate Argent.  

You’d never met her but that didn’t mean you didn’t know her. This cruel, vindictive, sociopathic woman who murder innocent people and took advantage of a broken-hearted child who had just lost his first love. You were like her.  

Isaac grabbed you face when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His eyes stared into your, panic and concern evident in them that you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care about…because you were like Kate Argent.  

“Listen to me!” Isaac roared causing you to snap out of your daze.  

“YOU are nothing like HER.” Isaac added softly.  

“H-Her eyes are l-like m-mine…” You muttered brokenly, tears welling in your eyes.  

“No! Her eyes are slimy bugger green! Yours are the most beautiful apple green I will ever have the pleasure of seeing!” Isaac argued with a laugh.  

*  

So as much as his words didn’t seem like they should have caused any other emotion apart from humour it had changed your opinion of yourself quite drastically.  

His hand flexed around your throat again causing you to snap out of your memory. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop. Instead of giving him an honest answer you let your usual lie slip out once again.  

“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.  

He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. But right now the man you love is kissing you and even though you know it’s hate he feels you couldn’t bring yourself to care because having his hand and lips on your is much more satisfying than you ever thought it would or could be.  

“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips.  

As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly, his claws scratching again your red leather pencil skirt this had risen up to your mid-thighs just enough so you could straddle Isaac but not enough for it to be comfortable.  

“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear.  

“You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck into my tight lit-”  

Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out and growl as he began biting your neck harshly.  

“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your blouse. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.  

Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before flipping you over and unzipping your skirt. After he unzipped it he flipped you back over before pulling it off your body.  

“Why not just rip the skirt?” You snorted, rolling your eyes to add effect.  

“Because you spent three months trying to find the perfect red leather skirt and I’m not that cruel.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he ripped away your shoes and underwear, leaving you completely naked except for your jewellery.  

You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless.  

He knelt up before awkwardly shedding his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self. His abs weren’t as defined as some of the other members of the pack but that didn’t bother you because in your eyes he was perfect despite the fact you would likely never tell him that.  

You flicked your claws back out before raking them down his chest enough to leave red marks but not enough to draw blood. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.  

Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.  

After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. You knew you were close and at any other time you’d welcome this however as much as you wouldn’t say it, you wanted to cum with him.  

“Are you go-going to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me!?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.  

He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.  

The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know how to have a g-spot orgasm, however, none of your partners knew how to find it if they even knew it existed.  

“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response.  

He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.  

He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.  

You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.  

The feelings of his bare cock inside was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.  

He began thrusting into with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you, abusing the special spot as he did.  

The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him finding out your true feelings. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.  

“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.  

He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.  

“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into your with firm slow thrusts.  

His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.  

“Isaac…’M gonna…” You whined before letting out a loud keening sound.  

“I know baby…Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.  

His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was one of the most powerful you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.  

“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.  

Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.  

Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.  

“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.  

You didn’t need to ask. You knew what he meant but right now saying it wouldn’t feel right so he kept it to himself but you heard it loud and clear. The truth.  

‘I love you’

“I don’t hate you either.” You responded with a blush.

‘I love you too’

He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment. And honestly…You could bring yourself to disagree with that unsaid statement.  

[howtofightwrite]

how can I describe an intense, suspenseful and viscous fight between two werejaguars and a human(who’s good with a gun) without it becoming repetitive “he clawed him”, “he shot him” for several pages?

As a disclaimer: for the werejaguar portion of this exercise, I’m going to focus on the jaguar part over the were part. Supernatural creatures come in all shapes and sizes and all with different rules attached. Anything I say will need to be balanced against the rules of your setting and what works for you. In this case, I’m assuming the jaguars are the antagonists but you can easily flip flop this the other way round to have it work.

The key aspect of building a good fight scene is understanding the players and the environment. Everything on top of that is technique, but you can’t get anywhere without a good foundation. This is the research phase.

Ask yourself what your characters want. What is the difference between what they can do vs what they want to do and what they’re willing to do? How do their weapons work? How do they choose to fight? Their background, current goals, and personality will dictate their actions. The temptation is to be general, but boil it down into specifics. This character is not just good with guns, what guns are they good with? The gun (or guns) the human character has chosen to arm themselves with will substantially change the shape of your fight scene. Are they carrying a weapon that would have an advantage over a big cat, much less a supernaturally enhanced big cat? Remember, good with guns doesn’t necessarily mean good at hunting, especially not hunting large predators. At what range is the weapon most effective?

Try to take every character in the scene into account. It’s easy to focus on your POV character as the decision maker and let them control the pace of the fight scene, but combat involves more than one character and more than one decision maker. Fight scenes are really 5% choreography, 20% characters strategizing, and 75% sitting there trying to figure out “well, if Character A lunged and Character B jumped out of the way on a 45 degree angle and is now behind Character A, and they’re in a narrow-ish hallway with a trash can, five windows, and no weapons, they’re going to do… what? exactly?” It’s the ultimate Choose Your Own Adventure game and fight scenes work best when the author makes an effort to manage both sides of the chessboard. It’s not about the end, it’s about how they choose to get there combined with whether or not their decisions work and their gamble pays off. Remember, it’s always a gamble and it’s okay to let your characters be wrong.

In this case, you don’t really have a fight so much as you have a hunt. That’s the through thread here between your characters. What this translates into is that your human needs the cats in front of him to get a clean shot while the jaguars want to be behind their prey. Big cats when they’re hunting and guns in general heavily rely on positioning to be effective. Neither of these two groups are going to want to be out in the open. For the human in this situation, an exposed back is a death sentence. This becomes especially true when there are two cats and they have to track both of them. As for your human, guns become less effective the closer you get. Despite what Hollywood teaches us, these are not close range weapons suited to hand to hand. Unless you’re working with a shotgun, you’re stuck with basic physics. The bullet needs time to travel to build up velocity for maximum penetration.

Jaguars are ambush predators. They use up a massive amount of energy per attack, which means they only have a few tries to get it right. Each failure carves off a massive chunk of their ability to continue the hunt before retreating. Humans, meanwhile, are persistence predators. Our animal brain is geared to outlast our prey, to pace them to death rather than run them down, and then kill when they are exhausted. Cats are also, by and large, solo hunters. Some cats do hunt together (siblings banding together happens more often than you might think, even outside of lions when there’s food to support it) but it’s generally not the norm. Whether this causes an instinctual conflict for your werecats is up to you. Their human half may be enabling them to hunt with sophisticated pack tactics. If so, I’d challenge you to consider what that looks like and sounds like as they communicate.

Your human with the gun is limited by the amount of ammo they have. They may be able to outlast the jaguars (depending on supernatural rules.) However, their ability to make a successful kill diminishes with each failed shot.

Jaguars, pound for pound, have the strongest bite force out of all the big cats. Their preferred hunting method isn’t to scratch or claw, it’s to sink their teeth through the back of the skull and into the brain in one swift, clean strike. Unlike some big cats, they largely don’t preferentially suffocate their prey first through the throat clamp. The claws are here to stop their prey from moving while they get that bite in. (If you’re having trouble visualizing how a jaguar moves, climbs, and stalks, I recommend watching some nature documentaries. Or, read some accounts of jaguars hunting humans. It happens.)

In this scenario, nobody’s squaring off unless it’s a feint. Both parties will be moving, getting into cover, and hiding until they can get into a good-ish position to make their attack. They’ll be relying on their senses to find their opponent and maneuver around them. Jaguars, being better at hiding, would in this scenario be forcing the human out of cover to look for them and, depending on their level of teamwork, utilizing each other as bait to lure their prey out. And they might work on getting the human to waste their ammunition first to limit their risk. If they’re smart, they’re trading off and the movement is coming from multiple directions. So, even if your human has a weapon that will kill the jaguars in a single, lucky shot, they’ll still (probably) be breaking cover to put themselves at risk and get a clean line of sight.

I’m not taking questions on the cats being better at stealth. I have an indoor white cat who ghosts off in a small apartment whenever she wants. Where is she? Somewhere. I don’t know unless she wants me to know. Cats are not dogs or wolves. They have a different methodology when it comes to hunting and even large cats possess the ability to vanish in urban environments that aren’t designed for them.

Anyway, this is your suspense. It’s not an original idea, but I recommend leaning harder into thriller, suspense, and horror when it comes to cats instead of straight up action. That terrifying gut twisting sensation of being all alone, not knowing where the enemy is, maybe hearing them but not being able to gauge how far away they are. Go watch some horror movies with big cats hunting people. Like The Ghost and the Darkness (1996) about the Tsavo man-eating lions, which, while not jaguars, is based on a true story and is a fantastic film.

It’s easy to get stuck on the concept of trading blows. “He punched him” and “he clawed him” and “he slashed him” or “he shot him” but remember that initial attacks are about creating openings. It’s rare for your opponent to magically be in the position you want them with all their vulnerable openings exposed, unless they’re caught by surprise. A lot of initial combat is about building into or setting up your finishing move, all while your opponent tries the same from the other side. Instead of thinking about your combatants as standing in stasis and duking it out, remember that they are in motion. They are moving, they are circling, they are bracing, they are hunting for that new position, that unguarded opening. If the opening is not there, create it.

-Michi

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[artblooger19moon]

Teen Wolf

Season 1: June 5 - August 15 2011

Season 2: June 3 - August 13 2012

Season 3a & 3b: June 13 2013 - March 24 2014

Season 4: June 23 - September 8 2014

Season 5a & 5b: June 29 2015 - March 8 2016

Season 6a & 6b: November 15 2016 - September 24 2017

[karoubrugarou]

FotFM: Chuy

From a small family of seven, who own a small ranch in Mexico, young Chuy is the son of the ranch owners. Chuy enjoys helping his family around the family ranch and playing with the other children. However, at night, Chuy has a unique gift. He is gifted the power and form of the jaguar. Chuy came from a line of the mighty warriors from the ancient times from both sides of the family, who became the great Werejaguars. Not only is he learning to fight for himself, Chuy is learning to protect his family ranch from the many dangers from outside of the ranch.

Chuy is one of my old characters from my early college days, who is desperately in need of a revision. He was originally a werecat before I changed him into a werejaguar. And I have never drawn or created a literal jaguar character. Now, I need to make his human form.

Chuy © Franchesca Huerta aka Chibi Brugarou

[betyloca]

the bear and the jaguar

Summary: You escape from a giant bear along with Thorin's company. What your host doesn't know is that you are a werejaguar.

warnings: despair / memories of death / anguish / everything softens in the end

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You were waiting next to the company for Bilbo to return. You were standing next to Gandalf, he was an old friend of yours.

He had recommended you for Thorin's company as a hunter, rather you were not a hunter but a predator, well that's how you felt.

In the distance you began to hear some familiar footsteps. It was Bilbo who had returned. Everyone turned to see him, relieved.

Gandalf: Did they see you?

Bilbo: no but...

Gandalf: What did I tell you, discreetly like a mouse?

Everyone began to agree with Gandalf. You noticed that Bilbo wanted to say something.

y/n: *screaming* silence

everyone was silent watching you

y/n: Bilbo, what did you see?

Bilbo: I wanted to tell you that there is something there and it is very big.

You could smell that there was another aroma in the air like a bear

Gandalf: I wanted it to be shaped like a bear.

Bilbo: Yes... how do you know?

Gandalf: There is a house not far from here.

Thorin: Is he friend or foe?

Gandalf: Neither of them, but it's the only way out.

We were running, the orcs were chasing us and now a bear, we had been running for a couple of hours.

Y/N: Gandalf, how much longer?

Gandalf: not much longer

I was going to protest until I heard a roar. I looked back and saw a huge bear. He looked upset.

y/n: fuck

We began to run faster until the house became visible, several came to the entrance trying to enter.

Thorin: They will open the door

I was running until I heard someone shut up, when I turned around I saw it was Bofur, I was running to help him.

y/n: quickly get up

He immediately got up and ran, he knew he wouldn't make it to the door so he started to attract the bear's attention.

y/n: *whistling* hey big guy come get me

The girl turned to look at me but started running towards me "this is a bad idea" I thought.

bofur: not my lady

I saw that he turned to see me, he tried to run towards me, but Dwalin stopped him. I saw that the bear was starting to act. I made a sign to Dwalin to take him away, and I started running towards the forest.

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I ran so much that my feet hurt. It had gotten dark, I was under a tree. There was no sign of the bear, but you could hear the grubs.

I walked stealthily until I got behind a bush. I hated the guargos and the orcs were monsters. I raised my hand to my cheek, touching the scratch scar. I began to remember the day my life changed.

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I lived in the forest with my parents, they were good, very loving people. One day I asked my father to play in the forest and he told me to be careful.

When I went out to play, I didn't realize how late it was. When I tried to come back, I heard a sound and some grunting. When I turned around, I saw golden eyes looking at me. A huge jaguar pounced on me, scratching my face.

When I woke up I was in my house, my mother said that my father found me, my mother brought a healer to check, she told them that I had the werejaguar curse, it would transform me into a jaguar.

at some point and that it was dangerous to have me around.

My parents decided not to listen to him and it happened when I turned 17, I had no control over myself and I murdered my parents.

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When I remembered that, I wondered, maybe the orcs and the guargos are not the only monsters.

I already controlled my transformation well thanks to Radagast who had found me and helped me control this power.

I started walking back to the house until I heard the sound of breaking branches I started to get closer I saw a man who was putting on a shirt he had long hair I was going to leave until I heard the sound of grunting he turned towards the sound seeing Suddenly I took off the coat I had on.

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I had finished inspecting my territory so that I did not see orcs

I was in a bad mood, I know that when I got home there would be dwarves.

I was changing thinking about where that woman was, I didn't find her anywhere and if the orcs took her, I was remembering what she was like, she had golden eyes like those of an animal.

I began to feel that someone was watching me until I heard a growl I saw that a huge guargo came out of the shadows I put myself in defense it began to growl but I was about to transform until something pounced on the guargo I saw a jaguar was biting and scratching it until The guargo took him off of him. I saw that the jaguar stood in front of me while roaring at the guargo while the animal ran away from there.

I saw how the jaguar walked with a limp on one foot, it had a wound on one of its legs.

I knelt in front of him

Beorn: Come, I won't hurt you.

I saw how he growled at me and walked

beorn: how stubborn you are

I started to be sure until I saw her go behind a tree. I saw how she changed a woman, putting on a coat over her exposed skin. She turned to look at me.

x: what the hell do you see?

beorn: you are the woman who went with the dwarves

x: how do you know that?

Beorn: I'm a shapeshifter.

x: were you the bear?

I saw her get alert

Beorn: I won't hurt you.

x: why?

beorn: you saved me so you are not a danger

x: I'm not afraid of you

beorn: you're not like me

She looked at me and seemed to relax.

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I saw this man. He seemed not to be afraid. It was strange to me that people are not afraid. When I told them, the dwarfs felt uncomfortable, but they accepted it.

y/n: what's your name?

x: beorn

y/n: I'm y/n

I saw how he smiled

beor: we should go back and heal that wound

We were walking side by side it made me feel small when we arrived I took him to his kitchen as I passed I could see how the dwarfs Bilbo and Gandalf were sleeping

I was happy that they were okay I saw Beorn walking towards me with some ointment for the wound.

beor:* sitting next to me* let's see, give me your arm

y/n: no, I do it

beorn: how stubborn you are

He said, taking my arm while he healed me. I looked at him, he had beautiful eyes. He looked up and I looked away, looking elsewhere.

Beorn: I'm done, wait here.

He got up and left, he started to inspect the house until he returned with a measure of clothes.

Beorn: You only have that coat so I brought you clothes.

I blushed when I remembered that I wasn't wearing anything under my coat.

y/n: thank you

I said taking the clothes.

beorn: behind there is a room you can change and sleep there

y/n: thank you big guy, rest

I said going into the room I could see a giant bed I sat on it and started to change my shirt it fit like a beast I put on my pants tying them with the belt of my coat I settled on the bed getting ready to get some sleep the pillows had their aroma began to fall into sleep while I thought about what would happen tomorrow

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Would you like a second part?

[punk-circus]

cut my character lineup in 4s so the photo crunch would be less evident lol

[shipping-world1994]

Just pictured this and now I have the giggles: Full form werewolf Peter is like the size of either a great Dane or a Mastiff and full form werejaguar Chris the size of a caracal

[thepiratefish]

Hey, popcross mutals do you think Vasillia make cat sounds?

Imagine if one of the members showed up at her shop without her realizing and said her name and she just goes "mrrp?-"

Idk I just imagine her doing cat shenanigans

[katha-angel]

Multiverse May day 22

Vasilia Kuznet in her Were-Jaguar form!

[ehc-on-ao3]

Alternate were-creatures in the Wednesday universe

I’ve seen a number of fics that turn Wednesday into a werewolf. Some are via a bite from Enid (which sometimes are also a mating bite), while others reveal that Wednesday’s been one all this time and just kept it hidden. And that’s fine! I don’t mind them at all. But, I also think that there’s a huge missed opportunity to delve into a different were-creature that could exist out there:

Werecat. More specifically, a werejaguar.

Looking up the average sizes of jaguars and grey wolves (the “default” wolf used in most werewolf media), the two species are pretty close to one another, though that doesn’t matter in the realm of fiction. It could be rather humorous to have werejaguar Wednesday still be a couple of inches shorter than werewolf Enid. Plus, this would put an entirely different spin on the “black cat, Golden Retriever” trope I’ve seen concerning the Wenclair ship.

Anyway, just wanted to share.

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

The Monsters We Are - Victor Creed

Jade was always a loner. She never really liked to socialise too much and never really cared to much when it came to human contact. Most blamed her anti-social behaviour on her animal counter part, well, almost everyone. The moment Victor sees Jade for the first time, he had sensed a faint connection. Though he believe she was just as much an animal as he was, himself. Though unlike most, he won't let Jade runaway so easily like her siblings did.

[crowofdreams]

Name : Calypso or Cali

Species : Human / Werecat

Age : 26

Was bitten by a werepanther who disappeared, and is learning to cope with her new form. Sometimes its a love and hate relationship. However Cali loves her form, but tries to keep it hidden when she can.

Cali Has learned to buy oversized clothes to fit her furry form. Regular clothes rip, and tear when she transforms. So its best to wear a larger size.

Cali has stopped a burglary in town with her new form. The two were scared enough that she tied them up. Even when they tried to shoot her Cali was able to avoid it with her new agility. Calit managed to tie them up, and left them for the police to handle.

Enjoys hanging out in the forest, and brings a book or two to wait out her transformation.

[littleplasticrat]

The instant regret of committing to painting so much fur

Click here to see more process pictures and completed work (some NSFW)

[octoberboy1031]

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[loveaetingkids]

Going crazy with your answers.So many possibilities,so many ANGST.

Thank you for answering again!

Hello,it’s me again with a few more questions regarding your original characters and universe they live in,hope I’m not overstaying your welcome in the ask box:

1)I noticed that Alma usually wears a skull in her werejaguar form.Is this some kind of magical object?Is it more like a mask or it becomes one with her skin?

2)How did Alma get that big scar on her chest?Does it has something to do with her death?If so who gave her it?

3)You once drew Alma with,presumably,her team.But apart from Mercedes Gaitán,we don’t know anyone from here(pls correct me if I’m wrong,my eyesight is poor).Who are they and what do they do (kill cursed werecreatures, fight the gods,etc)?

4)Who is Valor?Are they werejaguar too?Are they important to your main storyline?

5)Who is Silvia Historia?Were they and Guerrero friends once? If so, what happened between them that made Sylvia call Alma a monster in one of your fanarts?

6)I remember seeing Alma interacting with @for-the-love-of-angst OC Zizi.What kind of relationship do these two have?

7)And finally,perhaps the most important question among all the asks I bombarded you with for the last months:

Can Alma purr?

i greatly appreciate your questions so really don't worry about that fam ✌️ though it shames me to admit some of the subjects of these questions have been scraped or changed askjdaskdajsd orz but let's go one by one:

So if she was a normal werejaguar this wouldn't happen but since her curse is so unstable her lycan form tends to degrade/decompose and her face is usually the first thing to go. The meta reason is that i've always been a fan of monsters with skull heads and wanted to give her that design choice

Salazar is to blame thought it has to do more with Amaranta's death and Alma's uuuuh resurgence if you can call it that, confusing i know but i'm working on revealing the details someday i promis

3. Now this is an idea that got scraped 😔 perhaps i will recycle her old team into new characters/concepts but the only one i kept is Magdalena, and instead of the leader of that group she now will be a high ranking clergywoman possibly, the team was originally people that got semi successful curse treatment called bloodseers

4. Valor is a weremargay! she is the twin of Vega, Alma's old lover. The twins, Thiago and Alma have known each other since they were in their early teens; though their friendship remains important, Valor's current predicament is more of a tragic collateral damage

5. Another character that got scraped orz, however that's because I used a lot of her personality and story beats and fused them with other ideas i had to create Cadejo Blanco! so she lives on, in a way

6.

if Alma wasn't so hellbent on destroying her own happiness the adoption papers would've been signed by zizi ages ago 😔 honestly their relationship deserves a post of their own because me and my good friend @for-the-love-of-angst probs have a book's worth of roleplays between these two :'D

7. Alas i might break your heart here but she can't, which is in line with how jaguars work irl since they can't purr either. However they sorta do something similar where they growl with their mouth closed when pleased, sample below (i know it says purring jaguar but big cats can't purr askdjsakdj):

that's what Alma can manage

[bagheerita]

Larrin (as a wraith easily turns aside her punches and kicks): I feel like... this would be a lot more effective... if I was a werewolf...