#werewolf!hawke

[beachbeibi]

The rest of my #myherotober2023 pieces, days 18 to 31!

[vonloup]

In my opinion therians/otherkins have existed forever but has been covered up and accusing said people of witchcraft, in history shape shifters were most likely therians and same with werewolves...but society isn't ready to hear that nor will they listen

[werewolfnightwalker]

Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever caught this throughout my different dabihawks fics. "4129" correlates to the letters that spell out D A B I (in A1Z26 code, anyway).

[spooked-skull-studios]

oh yeah mentioning Stirling in my last post, here r some recent designs! :3

ID: a snarling black & white werewolf design with a red border titled 'Idiosyncratic Alpha'

ID: Three Rain World slugcats (Survivor, Monk and Hunter) Hunter holds a spear, Survivor holds a batfly and Monk holds a bluefruit.

ID: Two hand-painted moth and one butterfly patches (poplar hawk-moth, lunar moth, red admiral butterfly.)

ID: a remake side-by-side comparison of my main OC and mascot, Corey. one is neater and more detailed than the other and the blue bandanna has been remade into one showing the asexual flag.

[sorrowmoons]

Skye Hawke - Her lore & the AU of “Hatchetfields Werewolf”

Cw/Tw - Alcoholism, Death, gore

Skye Dawsyn Hawke, an only child. She was born outside of Hatchetfield, but moved after her dad left her when she was young.

Her mother was an alcoholic, after moving to Hatchetfield it grew heavy. Her mom, Evelyn, isolated herself. She quit her job once Skye turned 15. She didn’t get out of the house, and never ended up finding herself a new job. This left Skye to support herself and her mom when she was 15. She balanced School and a small part-time job. Her mom had single-mother benefits, so they mostly relied on that, and the small funds Skye made.

She attended Hatchetfield High, and was instantly an outcast. She felt out of place, as it seemed everyone knew each-other, while she was known as the girl “not from here”.

It wasn’t until she met a younger girl, Dakota Rune. A few years younger than herself. Skye was a junior, Dakota was a freshmen. Dakota is fiery, outgoing and flamboyant as ever. She saw Skye drawing one day, and geeked out over them. Despite being a small younger girl, she knew how to stand up for herself. She basically became Skyes new guard dog. She was popular throughout the school, but she decided to hang around Skye. They grew extremely close, and became inseparable. They were the sisters they always wanted.

A few weeks later, Skye came home to her mom throwing up blood. She had been bed-ridden the past few weeks. Skye, now 16, drove her mom to the nearest hospital. They kept her there for a few weeks, until no treatment worked for her anymore. She was in an induced coma, The ventilator was only damaging her more. Skye, as the only person in position to decide, was given two options. Let her mom suffer more with little chance of survival, and if she made it out—she would suffer in many ways—or, let her go with no pain.

She left that hospital, a pit in her stomach, and no one to go home too. The hospital bills needed to be paid, and it took all the money she was saving up for her college funds. With no money, no family and no drive to do anything, left her damaged. She took a bit of time off of school. Focusing on what to do next. Dakota bombarded her phone with worried messages and calls, eventually coming to her door. After hearing what had happened, Dakota made the decision for her to come live with her family. She was fairly wealthy, and had a decent sized house.

Skye refused at first, but after two weeks of non-stop asking, she accepted. The houses bills were too much for her too afford, and the empty house wasn’t helping Skye. She moved in, a guest room right beside Dakotas. Dakotas mom, Yiva, welcomed Skye with open arms. She had always wanted two daughters.

Dakota lended her Clothes to Skye, and she kind of.. started a new life. She eventually got her mom’s ashes, putting them into a necklace. She wears it everywhere.

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Skye, in her second last year of Highschool, grew a small name for herself. She made more friends, and Dakota was always at her side. Her drive grew, and new doors opened up for her. She eventually quit her old job, finding a better paying one. Yiva had offered it, saying there was a kind old lady, just on the outskirts of town. The old lady was blind, and needed someone to help clean up her house. The old lady was wealthy, with many animals. And, the old maid had quit to leave town. It was a perfect opportunity for her. She applied, and got accepted right away. The house was more like a cottage, made with wood and huge. It was no wonder they needed a maid. Apparently, this house was close to the old Waylon’s place. Skye met the kind old lady, and her service dog. The service dog, Vigilance, was very kind and welcoming.

After school and on the weekends, Skye would come and clean. The old ladies children would come and host parties. They seemed more spoiled rather than grateful for their mother. So, after the parties, Skye would clean. The pay was a lot better than she could have ever imagined, and she quite frankly enjoyed every bit of it. She grew close to the old lady, who would tell her stories and myths. Skye was always a geek of mythology and lore, so she listened intently. She would make tea and sit around the hearth and listen to the old lady ramble for hours. She would often invite Dakota to help, too. The old lady really enjoyed the company it seemed.

It wasn’t until the old lady, who’s name is eventually revealed to be Anika, talked to the two young girls about the horrors of the town they live in. She talked of old rumours of the Starry Children church, and the people who once took sanctuary there at the Waylon’s place. About a book, and about “entities no good to name”. The old lady talked like it was some casual bedtime story, while the girls were mesmerized yet horrified by the tale.

They left, creating theories and giggling over it all. They were excited about the tale, both being really big geeks with it all. Over the course of the next few weeks, they would continue to ask Anika more and more questions about it all. They eventually learned that there were eldritch beings, who had various alters around Hatchetfield. Skye was never one to dip into summonings or things tied to evil. She liked hearing different stories, lores, books, but never wanted to partake in it herself. Dakota, was on the same boat. Her mother would kill her if she was to deal with “witchy” stuff, anyway. So they took in the stories, not doing much with the information afterwards.

Oh.. too late to mention Skye was born with abnormal strength? Yeah. It gets complicated, but let’s just say she’s a lot stronger than a girl her age. Her mother always said it was a gift given to her, and Dakota always wondered why Skye kept it hidden. She just.. didn’t see the reason to show it off. It would make her a bigger target anyway. She was comforted knowing she could take on boys, and even men, because she was just.. strong. It helped her cleaning around Anikas house, and she decided that was the best purpose for her strength.

Well, one night, after weeks of talking about it, they walked close to the Waylon’s house. Skye was anxious as ever, and Dakota was giddy. She believed there was nothing to hurt them, but Skye was terrified (and she’s scared of the dark). Dakota walked on, encouraging Skye to follow. They were close to a forest that surrounded Anikas house. A dense, dark forest. The house was in view as they walked on the road. Sunset became dusk, and Skye was begging Dakota to turn back and head to the car. Dakota eventually agreed, good enough with how close to the old house they got. She turned around, walking back. Fast rustling broke through the silence within the woods. Both girls jumped at the noise, looking to the forest. In a moment too fast to comprehend, a large, beast like wolf came running through the woods, targeting right at Dakota. It trampled onto her, dragging her up the hill towards the Waylon’s house.

Skye yelled out to Dakota, following. She had no idea what she was doing. Everything was happening so fast. She eventually made her way up the hill, following the sounds of Dakotas struggled yells and the guttural growls of the beast. She rounded the old walls of the ancient house, finding Dakotas mangled stomach being torn apart by the wolf. The young girls screams became gargled, until no sound left. Skye ran to the wolf, tackling it with no care left. Her strength threw the wolf away, hopeing that would scare it off. She rounded back to Dakota, trying to see if she was still alive, the blood and gore made Skyes mind fuzz up, her mind not thinking properly. Fear corrupted her body, sending her into a dazed state. She called out to Dakota, but her body was limp. Loud and fast footsteps came from behind her, and she turned to see the wolf back—running right at her. She tried to stand to get up and run, but the wolf jumped on her. She fell to the ground, her hands coming up to hold back the maw of the wolf. Its large claws scratched at her clothes, tearing them. She tried to hold back the teeth that glistened in the moonlight. Saliva fell on her face and hands, making them slip. Blood mixed in, fear tugging at her will to hold back the beast. Her muscles began to give out, and she slipped up. The wolf snapped its jaw at her face, but she turned away in time. Her hands once again came back to holding back the jaws of the beast, but it was much closer. It’s clawed paw found her face, scratching a huge scar overtop her right eye. She screamed, blood filled her vision. Suddenly, a surge of rage filled her. Her last attempt of pushing back, she put one hand on the bottom jaw, one on the top, and pushed the two away from eachother as hard as she could. This messed up the wolfs advances, throwing it off balance. She took this moment to push it off her, thrashing herself against the body of the beast. Almost perfectly, there was a loose pillar to an arch way. The wolfs body was thrown into it, its weight snapping the pillar. In the process, a stray piece of wood plunged into the wolfs stomach, patruding all the way through to it back.

Skye stared for a moment, bewildered by the scene in front of her. But her mind snapped instantly back to Dakota, she ran, out of breath and shaky. The pain was subsided for now, but her right eye was unable to see anything. Skye fell to her knees, grasping at Dakota. She wasn’t breathing, and her face was stuck in fear. Skye knew the inevitable, but was too scared and stubborn to see it face to face yet. She begged, anything. Anything to be there. She tried thinking of anything else, but all she could think of was the Eldritch entities Anika talked about. One time, Anika had abruptly talked about a black book, but ended the conversation suddenly. Skye and Dakota investigated further, finding some things—and names. She thought the names in her head, just wanting anything to work. She had come to a conclusion that these things aren’t inherently evil. They weren’t demons. Just old, god like creatures. Well.. that’s what she hoped, and she wasn’t just summoning demons from hell.

But as she began to lose hope, her limbs falling weak, tears and blood pooling down her face, shadows appear. Five of them. They are blacked out silhouettes. But their glowing eyes stared at her. She looked, clutching onto Dakota. She shivered, her body curling up slowly. She feared what she saw, the eyes almsot staring through her. But as the shadowed figures lurked closer, their forms became more extinguishable. One with black tendrils around its feet, one with horns, one with a singular eye, one with no eyes at all, and one with glowing cracks around its body. Their limbs seemed nonexistent, their shadowed bodies a blur. As if they were much more than a shadow. Their forms anything and everything. This played with her mind, making her feel dizzy, nauseous.

She whispered,

“Please. Please help her.” Her voice was shaky and silent. They just looked at her, none of them making any further advances. “Please.” She plead again. Looking at each one of them. As if timed, four heads tuned to the shadow in the middle, with black tendrils engraving into the ground, acting as a trees roots. It continued to look at Skye.

“What would you give us?” A voice rang out after moments of silence. Skye was left shaken as the voice echoed throughout the silent night. It was a voice of demand, but yet felt.. alluring. Like she knew she needed to listen. She hesitated. What could she offer? She had nothing, besides her humanity. Ah, then, it hit her. She was shaken, hurt, cut, broken into pieces that couldn’t fit together. After her dad had left and they moved to this town, nothing felt like they could put back the pieces once thrown around and messed up. Not until Dakota shown up. She put one piece, then two, then more together. She continued to snap Skye back out into what living was like. Without her, Skye doesn’t think she’d still be here, alive. What was there to lose for herself?

“The only thing I can imagine you wanting is my..” she tried to think properly, but pain slowly crept back. The weight of the situation kept hitting her in waves. She couldn’t bare to look at the girl who laid in her arms. “Something of my soul..”

The four heads look back to Skye, now all their attentions back on her. With once last breath, she spoke.

“Take whatever it is you want from me. But bring her back. Please. Take nothing from her.” Silence rang out, and Skye’s gaze eventually fell down to the ground. Blood dripped down, most of it sticking to her face. Once again the weight of the situation hit her hard, she groaned in pain, her breath becoming heavy, but her grip on Dakota never flattered. If she died, she’d at least be by what saved her in the beginning.

Wiggly had looked at the dire wolfs body, limp and lifeless. The four others followed suit. They had been communicating to each other, just not in a way Skye could hear. Her sobs eventually rang out, bringing some of their attention back.

“Deal.” The same voice rang out. Skye slowly looked up, through blood and her black hair sticking to her face. Suddenly, her vision faded to black, and she collapsed.

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She awoke to the sun shining in her eyes. She groaned, rolling onto her side. Her eyes lazily opened, taking a moment to remember what had happened the night before. She sprung up, a gasp, bordering on a yelp, escaped her lips. She looked around, her gaze falling onto the body that lay a few feet away from her. It was Dakotas. She scrambled to her, shaking her. The girl groaned, turning around. Skye laughed in relief, uncontrollable tears falling as she realized she was still here with her. She hugged Dakota as she was still waking up. “Holy shit. Oh my.. fuck. Are you okay?” She struggled out, looking around Dakotas body, not seeing a scratch in sight. “Yeah, yeah I’m—“ silence soon followed after Dakota abruptly stopped her tired mumbles. She stared at Skye, her eyes wide. “What?” Skye questioned, worried. “What is it?”

“Uh.. your eye.. since when did you have that.. scar?” Skye quirked an eyebrow, her hand coming up to touch her right eye. She felt the scar that now rested on her face. “Oh-“ “holy shit are you okay?!” Dakota was asking a million questions, wondering why she couldn’t remember anything that happened last night. It seemed like she remembered nothing, not the wolf, not them walking to the Waylon’s, only remembering leaving Anikas house. Speaking of the wolf, it was gone, too. But the pillar was still broken.

Skye wanted to keep it this way. Dakota not remembering.

“You forced me up here, it was dark, and I eventually fell, knocking into that pillar.” She pointed to the broken one. “You might’ve fell too, but.. you always do.” She tried laughing off the situation, but the scene kept replaying in her head. The teeth, the screaming, the blood, she remembered everything. “It’s just a scratch. It’s.. fine.”

Dakota was hesitant at First, but eventually, she realized, how worried her mom must be. They both rushed home, Skye driving them.

“Okay, so, we both fell, passing out. No biggie. But why were you crying when you woke me up?” Dakota asked. Skye hesitated on it. “Bad dream I think. To be honest, I dunno.” And the conversation ended at that.

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The nights following grew incredibly hard for Skye. She felt pent up, hungry, too much energy. She felt like she was going crazy. Her hair was growing concerningly fast, and it was much more wavy and curly than she remembered. It almost looked like.. fur. Her nails grew fast too, and even her teeth felt sharper. In the mirror, she soon realized, her scarred eye.. it was blue now. She was amazed at first, but worried if anyone would notice. She continued to visit the old lady and help with her house. Going to school was hard, constant stares at her new scar. But she didn’t care anymore.

It was nearing the end of the month, and she couldn’t sleep anymore. She felt sweaty, yet cold, not tired but exhausted. She felt like she needed to scratch at her skin that didn’t feel right. She felt… out of her body, almost. One late night, it was too unbearable. After a rather difficult evening cleaning Anikas house, she felt like she was out of control. She remembers it in flashes. Her, falling to the ground outside the cabin. Her, running through the woods, her screams. The pain. The pain. It was excruciating. Then.. a sense of tranquility. A calmness. That’s all she remembered before she blacked out. The next morning, she found herself lying on the edge line of the woods and the property of Anikas house. Naked, scratched up and starving. She was confused as hell when she realized she was naked. She thought something had happened to her, but she didn’t feel like it. No bruises, besides her arms and legs feeling sore, and what it seemed like twig scratches from laying on the forests ground. She walked to her car, thankful that she always carried an extra pair of cloths with her. She realized how clearly she could hear. She heard so many noises. Water, birds, distant noises from the city. She doesn’t remember any water being close to here.. a few miles away, sure. Then, as she tried getting her pants up over her waist.. hold on. What was this.. fur?! She realized she how was accustomed to a tail. And.. a new set of ears. She was freaked out at first, not knowing what to do with this. She debated for a good hour on what to do. She had a hoodie, thankfully, so she put the hood on over top her ears. The tail would have to hide in one leg pant. She drove, trying to collect all of her thoughts.

She put two and two together—yesterday was a full moon. The wolf attack.. the deal. So. It seemed like she was fused with the thing that almsot killed her. Great. So, every full moon she would turn, what, a wolf? It’s hard to determine what happens to her, as she could hardly remember.

She eventually made her way home, walking in. It was school. And she missed it. The house was empty, thankfully. It seemed like Yiza was out running errands. Skye quickly tried to find anything to cover her head, besides a hoodie. Dakota had some sort of head shawl. It would have to work. She tied it around her head, it obscuring her wolf-like ears, while still showcasing her hair. Good. Normal. Well, she hoped. She tried pairing an outfit together to at least look decent, and eventually came to one. She decided she would need to find more of these shawls for different outfits. Her long, ankle low skirt hid her tail well. She looked like she was out for a fancy date.

She went out, shopped for more shawls, pain killers for herself, and sat in her car. She was exhausted. She was now currently nearing the end of grade twelve. She just needed to wait a month more until she can graduate.

Dakota came home confused, but Skye covered it up as a “mental health” day. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. Dakota did dig the style, and thought she should wear it more often. Perfect.

So, that’s what she wore. More skirts, shawls, the such. It was nearing summer anyway, so it was perfect. Hiding it at home was hard, but so far she was doing good. The more the moon waned. The more aggressive, Anxious, and hungry she got. Dakota took notice of this behaviour, but once again, she masked it as “mood swings”.

After a small sweep pf Anikas house, Skye took a breath of fresh air. She took notice of the full moon, faint in the afternoon sky. She shivered, terrified to find out what would happen that night.

Since the first month to the third, each three nights here the same. Running, pain, then nothing. Waking up naked, around the same place every time.

It wasn’t until the fourth full moon, five days before the full moon. Skye had been, once again, in Anikas house. She really had nothing to do, and was walking around the house. Anika was talking to one of her children, a daughter. She was the most petty of all.

“What smells like wet dog? I thought I told you to wash that mutt everyday!” The girl pointed a long finger at a man standing in the corner of the room. One of the numerous helpers around the house. Vigilance sat right by Anikas foot, Almost seemingly offended.

Skye awkwardly shuffled out, knowing good well it was probably her. That whole day she had been feeling like ripping her hair out. She only felt this way the night before the full moon. Why was she getting these feelings early?

She felt the air tightening in her throat after a few moments of trying to calm down around a corner inside the house. She heard footsteps nearing her, probably a butler. She dashed out of the house, through one of the numerous doors. Walking along the wrap around porch, she eventually made her was to small set of wooden stairs, walking down them and onto the road that wrapped around the house. The forest too wrapped around the property, dense with looming oak and pine trees. She felt the same ache in her body that rang through her before she’d transform. She clumsily made her way to the forests line, hesitating to enter. She was confused, the overwhelming emotions clouding her thoughts. But she pushed past the trees, walking further and further into the darkness of the forest.

Only this time.. it was different. Way different. She transformed, still painful, but not as severe as the first three times. Thinking this is where she would pass out, she didn’t. With a clear mind, she viewed the world in a total new look. She knew fast that she wasn’t in her body. Well, her human body. It was large, much larger than her human body. Her hands, now paws, and skin, now black fur. While she couldn’t get a direct look on herself, she knew what she was.

What frightened her was her control. Unlike the full moons, she is the one in control. She didn’t exactly know how to move around in this body. She mostly opted out for standing still, thinking everything over mentally. After a few minutes, she eventually took one step. Then the next, then after a while, she got the hang out it. That night she realized how.. amazing it was. She had no cares in the world in that moment.

Eventually, she got tired. She tried to think of ways to somehow.. get out of this form. No matter how hard she tried. She didn’t know how. She laid down, wondering if a nap could work.

She didn’t realize how much time had went past before she awoken from her “nap”. But it was pitch black. Well, she could actually see quite amazingly. What would be pitch black looked like dusk, a blue hue—lighting up the forest.

She ran home, and in the midst of running in her wolf form—she got the sudden urge to transform back. Before she knew it, her wolf form changed into her human form. The pain was less, more of a soreness.

She was at the outskirts again—but she had learned to place a set of clothing behind a push. Sure, it had some bugs on it—but a little shake and it was good. She slipped into her oversized T-shirt and Cargo pants, running to her car to leave.

Skye had soon realized the importance of keeping her form a secret. If people found out, her life would be over. There would be people hunting her down, claiming all sorts of things. She thought on it up late one night. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep going wearing the same accessories each day. Someone would eventually wonder why she wore do many head scarfs and dresses each day. Not like anyone doesn’t already wonder—Dakota could probably sense something is up. The numerous late nights she has been coming in, claiming she needed to stay over at Anikas late to finish cleaning.

So Skye worked up the courage to ask Anika to stay in one of the numerous guest rooms after she graduated high school. She would take the smallest one. She said it would be easier if she was this close, always able to clean. Really, the true intent was getting away from Hatchetfield—or, as much as she could, anyway. The forest so close—no one to really pay attention to her.

To the surprise of Skye, it took not much convincing for Anika to agree. Skye was extremely thankful. She had just two more weeks to go for school until it is over, she could do it.

The next full moon came, and she realized that—during the full moon, she had no control. But anytime before or after, she did. She quickly learned how to sense a transformation out of her control—and when to transform at will. It was a difficult, challenging process. It also didn’t help that her clothes would tear and rip each item she transformed. She eventually learned that bandages stayed on—so she wore bandages for her undergarments, changing them everyday.

Skye had told the moving arrangements to Dakota and Yiva, saying she will get out of their hands and live with Anika for a while. Yiva was sad to see her go but was happy Skye found somewhere else she enjoyed to stay. Dakota took it a lot harder. While it wasn’t too far, she felt like there was a deeper reason to it. But after a deep conversation of them alone, Dakota understood eventually.

And as she graduated, not looking back at school, she moved in a few days after grad. The room was small, but everything to Skye. She set up what little belongings she had, and made herself a home there. Skye and Anika would have late night teas and talk over the fire. It was the most peaceful time for Skye. She was able to reveal her animalistic features, because Anika couldn’t see. And when guests came, she’d wear the same cover ups. It was a lot easier then having to live a constant life of hiding.

As the summer weeks went on, Dakota would visit every day after school, and stay long on the weekends she could. They would have coffee outings in town, but Skye was always hesitant to go back. But anything for Dakota. The lie was eating away at Skye slowly, though. The constant reminder of how much she was hiding. The guilt eventually became too much, and Skye hinted at something to Dakota.

Anyways, I’m dragging this a lot,, Skye told Dakota about her condition, and what really happened that night at the Waylon’s. Dakota listened, Watching as Skye removed her head scarf. Of course, as anyone would, she was extremely confused. But she had mentioned that she had had dreams of Skye screaming, of a wolf, the house. It made sense to Dakota now. And now; she understood everything. And as the best friend she is, she never told a soul.

Dakota asks, But Skye never wanted to show Dakota her wolf form. Skye was afraid she didn’t know what could happen if she tranformed in front of someone. would she lose control? Go feral? Do what the same wolf did at the church? She didn’t want to risk anything. The next few months, she gradually grew more and more in control each day. The full moons remained hard for her to remember. That was part of the deal, it seemed. Dakota would continue to visit, just talking about the newest drama or tea. Skye accidentally slipped up about the lords in black. Dakota became extremely curious, and then that became Dakotas silly obsession. Skye was curious why they never did show up after that. If they even knew everything was happening. Where did they go? It wasn’t until she received a visit of them in the woods one night as she was taking a stroll before she transformed. They continue to watch her, giving her visits sometimes. Dakota eventually came across a conversation between Skye and Tinky and now Dakota won’t stop teasing Skye about Tinky, and wanted to see the rest of them.

But, for now, Skye lives in peace at Anikas house, Dakota being the only one to know. The LiB occasionally check up on her in person, teasing her or being annoying creepy bastards. And how, Dakota eventually knows what they all look like. She’s fan girling, lol. But as part of the deal, they won’t harm her.

Anika eventually reveals that she too has her own ties with the LiB, being why she is blind. She is on good terms with them, and knows them well. So, she was so willing to accept Skye to live in her house because she sensed Skye had made a deal with the LiB. Or, Blinky can’t keep secrets. Who knows. But Anika is very lovley, despite her past. And the fact she may be a witch.

During the full moon one time, people claimed to hear howls and see shadows of a large wolf. Although none have seen her face-to-face, she has now become the “Hatchetfields Werewolf”. And now.,. She has to fight off hunters looking for her.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos & Miguel Diaz, Demetri Alexopoulos & Samantha LaRusso, Miguel Diaz/Samantha LaRusso Characters: Demetri Alexopoulos, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Samantha LaRusso, Axel Kovacevic, Daniel LaRusso Additional Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf Mates, Werewolf Turning, Full Shift Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Werewolf Bites, Werewolf Courting, (kind of...in a not-fun fucked up way though. Sorry), Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Consent Issues, (NOT irt Eli though don't worry!), Somewhere else though..., Suicidal Thoughts, suicidal ideations, (But in a more passive way), (As in "Demetri doesn't really care if he dies" :( ), Body Horror, Transformation, Animal Transformation, Dark Demetri Alexopoulos, Demetri is fully in his Cunt Era™️, Both in regards to his behavior and what he will undoubtedly be serving, he's gonna be such a cutthroat and calculating little shit, S6 Evil Demetri ilysm, Angst with a Happy Ending, Boys Kissing, A/B/O Elements, there are werewolves so I couldn't resist a LITTLE bit, Werewolf Demetri Summary:

Miguel looks away. When he speaks again, his voice is almost pained.

“You’re scowling all the time. You barely laugh anymore. You act like your life is over if you don’t do well in this tournament, and I don’t get it. I mean, you got into MIT, for god’s sake, and I honestly didn’t think you cared about the Sekai Taikai all that much. And whatever it is, I’m—I’m your friend, Demetri. You can talk to me.”

“I…”

Demetri hesitates.

There’s something on the tip of his tongue, he realizes—an admission of a profound wrongness that’s been settling deep into his bones. The kind of sensation one might get in the bad part of town if they’re being followed. Except…

His intuition tells him it isn’t anything nearly that simple.

“Is this about what happened with Hawk?”

Broken-hearted and fed up with his dreary existence, Demetri Alexopoulos hopes that an undoubtedly-disease-ridden coyote bite will put him out of his misery.

Instead, he gets a new lease on life, and it's definitely not what he expected.

CKHalloween submission for the Week 1 prompt "Ravenous" and the Week 4 prompt "The Lure"

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@ckhalloween pspspsps! I’m a day late, but here we are 🦇🎃

*Kicks down door* YOOOOOOO

Are you looking for something spoopy to read for Spoopy Season??? Do you want to see our favorite Certified Petty Insufferable Bitch Wife Demetri Alexopoulos in action??? Would you like to see Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz being an utter pathetic wet cat, and also a monsterfucker??? Do you think the CK fandom in general just needs more lycanthropy???

THEN BY GOD, I HAVE JUST THE FIC FOR YOU

Honestly, I just have this issue where whenever a character has any kind of Dark Arc, I have to werewolf-ify them to make them deal with it. Because something something very obvious symbolism XD But anyways, Demetri has been Through It like no one’s business, and I think he deserves to maul everyone about it. S6 Demetri boutta be 4000x of a menace AS HE SHOULD.

CW for body/transformation horror, some dubcon in later chapters, and general dark!Demetri at his absolute worst. I’m gonna make him get so awful and I’m sorry 💔 But also not 💖

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Werewolves headcanons

An addendum to the werewolf AU of the Beast in Black series. AKA the most self-indulgent thing that has ever been written.

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🐺 Werewolves have existed as long as humans, or wolves, have. Their origins are shrouded in mystery; an unconfirmed theory has it that centuries ago, the druids of an animistic religion gave wolf blood to drink to their tribes' warriors, thinking they would gain the strength and ferocity of the wolves themselves. One day, one of the warriors went beyond that, maybe because he had drank more blood than usual, and transformed into a wolf; his companions asked to share his gift, and from that day on, werewolves spread throughout the world.

🐺 Female werewolves are on average slightly larger than males, and they are all way bigger than regular wolves. An adult werewolf can reach a length of 7.3 feet and weigh up to 150 lbs, and run up to sixty miles per hour for short distances.

🐺 Werewolves are mortal and their life expectancy does not appreciably differ from that of normal humans; on the other hand, werewolves tend to be physically stronger, even while in human form, and remain hale throughout their life.

🐺 A werewolf is conceived in whatever form their parents have assumed before the intercourse; the foetus shifts together with the carrier parent. Most pregnant werewolves decide to give birth in human form, in order to be assisted by doctors and midwifes, but some prefer to shift, find a secluded spot in the woods and take things into their own hands paws. Many werewolf carriers eat placenta, whatever form they give birth in. Werewolves born during full moon nights are considered to be exceptionally lucky.

🐺 Children are expected to control the shifting when they are eight or ten, and most people can do it seamlessly by the time they enter adolescence. Nevertheless, strong emotions of any kind (sorrow, joy, anger, fear) can trigger a werewolf's transformation, which is extremely dangerous for those who live among unsuspecting humans. Meditation can improve self-control, as well as a draught made with monkshood and various officinal plants; alcohol, sleeping pills and recreational drugs can technically incapacitate a person and stop them from transforming. Except...

🐺 No werewolf can, in any case, avoid shifting during plenilune nights; they usually begin to feel the pull as soon as the moon starts rising, and by the time it is at its zenith even the most strong-willed person will begin transforming. The shifting is a peculiar but not painful experience; many werewolves find pleasure in it, a calming and relaxing sensation not unlike that of taking an heavy load off one's shoulders. At dawn, werewolves naturally shift back to human, but sufficiently experienced individuals can retain their wolf form as long as they want.

🐺 Once they shifted, a werewolf is influenced by the wolf's instincts and desires, clashing with their human rationality, and it can be hard for the latter to take over, especially for young werewolves, or during full moon nights, which often results in brawling and domestic destruction. Because of this, young werewolves tend to remain within their territory, to make sure more experienced packmates can shift and help contain them if needed. Unrestrained werewolves are extremely dangerous, and if sufficiently scared, or enraged, or if their pack is threatened, even subadults (that is, teenagers) can be lethal.

🐺 Just like regular wolves, werewolves tend to avoid solitude, preferring the proximity of their family and friends, and to be highly protective of their loved ones, not necessarily other werewolves. Many of them also strongly identify with the territory they live in (village/city, island, even a whole country) with both jealousy and protectiveness. Communities in which werewolves represent the majority of the population, or where their secret is known and protected by their human compatriots, are rare but not unheard of.

🐺 A pack is a group of related werewolves, often including human relatives and close friends of both races; they usually consist of between four and thirty members. Most adults who move away and even form their own packs normally retain membership; unrelated werewolves can join a pack, usually after giving proof of loyalty and strength of character. Inversely, committing a grave crime, especially towards a packmate, usually results in a member's expulsion. Children growing as members of the same pack often consider themselves siblings; relationships between unrelated packmates are rare, unless one joins as an adult.

🐺 Packs are usually led by a mature member, which can be of any gender; a pack leader can be challenged, and deposed by a majority of their packmates. Older members are expected to contribute to the education of the younger ones, and no packmember is ever left in danger or in indigence. Since werewolves are usually forced to hide their nature, packs are not legally recognized, but most werewolves consider the bonds within them as important as those between the members of the same family or lifelong friends, if not more. When a particularly heinous crime is committed, it is often the victim's pack that demands satisfaction, and a pack leader can sometimes exert more authority than a parent or a political ruler.

🐺 In werewolves communities, full moon nights are often considered a joyous occasion, to spend together with family and friends - that is, with the rest of the pack. The presence of other werewolves nearby has a calming effect, and the night is often spent playing, hunting, and mating; the aphrodisiac effect of the shifting under the full moon is well documented, and often extends to werewolves with human partners (after they shifted back).

🐺 Since normal wolves mate for life, mating with someone else after shifting into wolf form is usually considered cheating, at least between adult partners.

🐺 The concepts of pack and territory are so ingrained in werewolves' nature and mind, experiencing the shifting in an unfamiliar territory, or when alone, can actually be traumatizing - especially during full moon nights, when the shifting can't be avoided. In such situations, fear and confusion can lead a shifted werewolf to aggressiveness, and even violence towards humans.

🐺 One person in a million is immune to the bite, no one knows why.

🐺 Once shifted, werewolves can only eat what normal wolves do - which mainly means raw meat. They normally digest it quickly and without complications, but shifting back to human soon after the meal can make a werewolf queasy and lead them to vomit because their human stomach cannot process the food.

🐺 A centuries-old law, promulgated by the World Government and enforced by the Marines, dictating that werewolves be shot on sight, has fallen out of use, mainly because very few people today believe werewolves actually exist, but it has never been abolished.

🐺 Werewolves are immune to most blood disorders. Anemia is virtually unknown among them, but that might also be because of their predilection for red meat. Women who remain in wolf form for long periods can come into estrous. Werewolves can mate with regular wolves, but these unions are infertile.

🐺 Werewolves-fish men unions were thought to be infecund as well, but a single birth has been documented, a little girl whose werewolf carrier barely survived the birth.

🐺 It is theorically possible for a werewolf to reach an intermediate wolf-human state that allows a person to walk upright and retain their human conscience, even though they cannot speak and need to eat like wolves. The ability can be taught, even though the secret behind it is thought to have been lost; on the other hand, werewolf Haki users develop it spontaneously - pretty fortunate, for a certain werewolf pirate who in wolf form is missing a front leg and would consequently be unable to walk...

🐺 If a child is born from one werewolf parent, they have a 50% chance of being it themselves; with two parents, the probabilily increases to 90%. It has been shown that humans children of werewolf parents can be healthy carriers, and they have an higher than average possibility to have werewolf children.

🐺 Werewolf-human relationships and marriages have never been outlawed but anti-human sentiments do exist, at least when the choice of a partner is concerned. In the event of a mixed couple, the percentage of human partners who are later turned is estimated to be around 65-75%. The turning of a partner is seen by many as an intimate moment, not rarely carried out during the wedding night, soon after the engagement or before trying to conceive, to maximise the probability of the children being werewolves themselves.

🐺 Being bitten by a werewolf in wolf form authomatically turns the subject into one, as long as the werewolf drinks even a small amount of their blood; if the biter is in human form, they will also have to feed their blood to the subject. Parents are often advised not to turn their children until they are adults or have at least reached puberty; turning someone without their consent is a grave crime, that a pack often decides to punish with death. A human who has been turned immediately shifts for the first time, and can have troubles turning back.

🐺 Werewolves are immune to Zoan-type Devil Fruits, and only those.

🐺 There is no specific werewolves religion or creed, but many werewolves ask for a natural burial (that is, without a coffin or another container that would prevent the body's contact with soil) because they appreciate the idea of their corpses returning to and nourishing the earth. In a distant past, the practice of ritual cannibalism was widespread; werewolves considered an honour to feed their packmates, especially during harsh winters when other sources of food were limited.

🐺 Werewolf hunters don't exist - anymore. Still, many of them agree that it's better to be safe than sorry, if only to avoid being captured and sold as slaves or forced to perform in freak-shows.

🐺 Mate is the name werewolves give to their destined partner, a person's one true love and other half; whether a human can be a werewolf's mate is a controversial issue. Most werewolves believe no greater love exists than the one between two mates, even if the relationship remains platonic and not everyone finds happiness in the bond; and that a werewolf who loses their mate will never love again. Most werewolves nowadays consider the matter of mates no more than a pretty story only romantic girls believe in; or at least, that is what they say.

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Don't feel like tagging anything for this just yet) ( @gemini-sensei )

Having some deep thoughts about Werewolf!Omega!Reader who came from a rough family.

They didn’t really care about her leaving her to her own devices. They lived out in the woods and for most of Readers life all she did was stay inside or play in the woods, but she wasn’t allowed to go out at night. She was never told why but was constantly snapped at to not ask questions. There where multiple strangers or people she would call “aunt or uncle” that would come by her house but they where not her actual kin. Something she once again never tried to ask about.

As time goes by and she gets older her family starts to slowly disappear. Aunts and uncles no longer visit as much, her really family starts to vanish as well. Things take a turn when one of her older siblings doesn’t come home one night late into the spring.

She crys for days after she realizes something extremely bad has happened, they are not coming back. She here’s her partners talking and her mother crying.

“He/she is dead….I know it.”

“Everyone is, it’s only us now..”

The following month after her 18th birthday she comes home to find almost her whole room packed up. The rest of the house is fine, nothing else is touched nothing out of place by even a inch.

But no one is home.

She looks around and even calls out for her parents and siblings only to her only her own voice a ehco around the walls. Running outside she finds no sign of anyone so she goes back into the house. She quietly goes into her parents room, the room for the most part is extremely the same but the draws are open and empty and the closets bare. Her eyes search the room for any kind of clue as to what is going on. Finally her eyes land on a small piece of paper that sits on her parents bed. With a flick of the wrist she picks the paper up and flips the folded up paper open. In the simple hand writing of her father.

“Your room is packed with what you need. Take what you can and leave before it is too late. We already lost one child and the others we can not stay to see you die as well. You cannot stay here or you will be just as dead as we would if we stayed, we are giving you a head start to get out. We can only tell you the best option since you are young, go to CA, it is your best chance to find others. We regret not telling you the truth but we can at least give you advice to stay alive. Good luck-“

It was a cryptic message that sent chills though her whole body. Her whole family had just up and left their home and told her to get out. That she was in danger and needed to leave all on her own. A sicking feeling came over her whole body as she moved about the house. She grabbed what she could of her things from her room, a few things from around the house. While moving things around she found a wad of cash in a drawer and took it. It was enough to get her on a bus to California and possibly enough for food a rent.

Within the hour she was long gone from her childhood home in the woods.

On a bus to a whole different state all alone to start a new life.

Life in california was rough at first for the young women. She was in a total different state with no family or friends. But as the weeks and months pass she finally starts to settle in to her new home. She finds a nice little apartment in a nice town, she is able to find a good job with nice hours. For once in her life she feels seen and heard as she meets new people. Gaining new friends at work and around town with her free time.

For about two years that was what she did with her life and it was going great. Every day she grew to live the new town she was in and the thought of her old life was slowly fading. She missed her home, her parents and even her siblings but she knew it was best that she leave. She didn’t regret getting out when she did. There was nothing for her back home and she understood that.

It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday was about to hit when things started to change once again in her life.

Reader felt lucky to have met such nice people when first moving to california. After getting a place to live she was able to find work at a local hospital. It wasn’t anything fancy but she was able to get a job in the records department and then she was moved to the physical therapy department. That’s when she met Miguel, a nice physical therapist in training. He just so happened to be looking for a patient file for a new client that was coming in for treatment. Reader of course noticed and helped him find it before he got to lost in all of the paperwork and folders.

He was extremely embarrassed about not being able to find such a easy document. Reader brushed it off and told him that it was fine and that if he ever needed help finding anything in the records department to just come and find her. She knew the place like the back of her hand by now. That sparked a great friendship between the two. They got lunch breaks together and even hung out after work a lot. He also introduced her to a few of his other friends too.

“You know I did karate in highschool.”

It was a random comment he made one day as they where sitting in the hospital cafeteria during a lunch break.

Reader perked up as she picked at her food.

“Oh really? Physical therapist guy did a dangerous sport like karate? Um.”

“Yeah…remember when I told you about my back? Karate may have played a key in that. But it’s in the past.”

“Soooo why are you bring it up now?”

“Well I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to come with me and some of the others to go hang out at one of the lessons. My sensei still teaches and one of my friends is teaching along side him these days. Everyone wanted to go hang out but I didn’t know if you where into that kinda stuff.”

Reader thought about it for a long minute before saying “Iv never been to a karate class before it sounds interesting. Just don’t expect me to know any of your crazy karate stuff I guess.” She laughs as she shoves some of her lunch into her mouth. Miguel grins back at her.

“Don't worry I wasn't expecting you to. It's just for fun trust me, you're going to have a great time.”

The following week Reader gets the address from Miguel on where the dojo was. She pulls up to the nice little place, it's beautiful and quaint. She is just in time to pass a little group of kids walking out of the gate. They laugh and y'all at one another clearly happy about the lesson they just came from. Reader can't help but smile as she passes them, looking back to watch them all load up ain't a small van and take off. Her mind is brought back when she hears loud laughter from behind a large gate from where the kids originally came out from.

Walking up to the gate she opens it and peers around the corner to find Miguel and a blond man talking. She also takes notice of the fact that Demetri and Robby are there as well. Both are off to the side talking about something. She meet Demetri and Robby when they showed up to the hospital to collect their friend after work to go to a local bar. They all have hung out quite a few times since then.

“Reader you made it! I was scared you might have gotten lost on the way here or something.”

“Yeah sorry I'm still trying to figure out this area but your directions were fine, found the place on my first try so no harm done. Hope I wasn't keeping you guys waiting.” she says a little bit embarrassed. This was a new part of town she had yet to be to so finding her way around was still a little tricky. Luckily she was able to find her way with Miguel’s good directions.

Miguel patted her on the should before turning to the blond guy again. He was much older than them and she could only guess that this was Miguel’s sensei he had briefly talked about before.

“Reader this is Johnny Lawrence, my sensei and Robby’s dad.” he mention to the older man who is just smirking at them. Looking at him until close she could see the slight resemblance to Robby. His nose and brows and just a hint of his eyes reminded her of the dirty blond. She smiled and shook his outstretched hand, his grip was firm in hers. He let go a second later. Robby groans as he's mentioned. Johnny rolls his eyes before walking off back towards the dojo where another man comes walking out. He's a bit shorter than Johnny, tan with dark hair.

“And that is Daniel LaRusso! My other sensei.” the other man gives her a smiles before shaking hands with her. His hold is firm but just a tad bit gentler then Johnny's.

“Can we start this thing all ready I'm getting tired of waiting. I don't care if we just finished a class I want to get back to training already!” a voice came from inside the dojo. Reader looks over the means shoulders to try and get a look at who was yelling. The door to the dojo slammed open and a guy strolled out not long after.

He was taller than her by a few good inches, skin pale with only a kiss of sun to it. He was in a gi like the other men but he had the top open hanging loose. His hair was too long but it had a nice length to it, gelled up in a neat mohawk. Reader felt her face grow warm has she took a little to long to rip her eyes away from his open shirt. He had a nice set of muscles that made her all kinds of hot. Quickly she looked away and focused on the others.

Miguel laughed saying “Dont worry about him that's just Hawk.” she raised a brow at him “His real names Eli but we call him Hawk. It's his thing.” she rolled her eyes and gave a small chuckle. His name was definitely something.

(I admit that I cut this off extremely early. I have more to this idea but I didn't know if anyone was actually going to like it because I started it when I was going through writer's block and I feel like it was a bit bland. Might continue if anybody actually likes it. )

[sulky-valkyrie]

This was my gift to @storybookhawke as part of the Handers exchange run by @handers-time

Characters:

Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Hawke's Mabari (Dragon Age)

Additional Tags:

Canon-Typical Violence,Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Rimming, Anal Sex, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, Biting, Blood and Injury

[flintsdragon]

✨Everyday it’s a-getting closer ✨

I just spent the better part of the past two days working on this edit of my favorite 20th cen movies I saw this year, and I actually enjoyed every second of it (mostly because the movies and the song rules but the idea of getting better at editing is really exciting to me!)

FILMS FEATURED:

An American in Paris (1951, dir. Vicente Minnelli)

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953, dir. Howard Hawks)

A New Leaf (1971, dir. Elaine May)

…And Justice For All (1979, dir. Norman Jewison)

All That Jazz (1979, dir. Bob Fosse)

The Sting (1973, dir. George Roy Hill)

After Hours (1985, dir. Martin Scorsese)

An American Werewolf in London (1981, dir. John Landis)

[librarydilf]

I'm putting together a guy [picrew here]

[bunnybonesstudio]

New Spooky Month Fic for Binary Boyfriends ;)

[spiritproductionsart]

Art Fight Entry from last month for opossumcat!

[werewolfnightwalker]

Some toukei childhood friends edits I did of that one Bakugo/Midoriya moment

Part Two

[yamdraws]

[sorrowmoons]

What's Skye's relationship with Wiggly like?

Skye’s relationship with wiggly in HW (Hatchetfield Werewolf) is very like,, very respectful. More on the side of Skye heavily respecting Wiggly. She’s most terrified of him (but she’s low-key scared of all of them.)

Wiggly, while not seeing her as equal to him of course, still on a certain level respects her? More like, he doesn’t so much tease her on her past, insecurities, etc. They honestly don’t really talk. More just acknowledging glances. The lords can visit her whenever, since she lives close by a black alter—and they tend to appear out of the woods. (I take artistic liberties for this) Wiggly is the one to least visit. So, her relationship with Wiggly is very hard to pin point. It’s annoys her because she can’t tell what he truly thinks of her. So she feels like walking on egg shells around him.

Butttttt, if we’re talking Amayak Skye (her essentially being an eldritch being, similar to webby) Her and Wiggly are fairly on a good level. They’ve know each other ever since Skye appeared in the Black. She has a lot of better morals (she never brings harm to humans unless she deems it worthy (she kills people who hurt women))

So they are more acquaintances, but sometimes they will hang out, talk. I feel like wiggly will be trying to make Skye join wiggly and his brothers to cause havoc. But she more often than not refuses.

Thank you for the question mootie!!!