#werewolf cleaner | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

barbies1shots · 24 days

Text

☆- slow - rough sex, featuring GETO SUGURU, whiny geto, pathetic geto, slight feral geto, overstimulation, condescending reader, werewolf!geto x vampire!reader, implied fem reader but anyone can read, use of pretty girl, biting, riding - mating press

werewolf geto who ran most of your little errands. grabbing your clothing from the dry cleaners, picking up your shoes from the polishers, grabbing your supplied bloodbags from the bank. even with the crude way the other vampires look at him. the only thing on mind is pleasing you.

you looked at him from the corner of your eyes when he said he wanted a reward. that he deserved something since he was a good boy.

you, of course indulged in him and gave him what he wanted. a kiss. he nudged you to lay down on the couch, wanting you to be comfortable before he leaned down and kissed your lips. incredibly greedy for any affection. he pulled you impossibly closer from the waist and he moaned into the kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth, licking everything. not even caring if it was a proper kiss now.

he whines once he trials his lips down your jaw and on your neck. he whines that he wants to finally mark you as his. that all the disgusting vampire smells were making his head hurt.

"What did you do to deserve more than a kiss, huh, pup?"

she giggled at his blunt answer, nothing but i want it. Want my pretty girl so bad. he didnt even know what he was saying. just babbling along with what his heart wants. you granted him permission, and he hurried to find the junction between your neck and your shoulder and sunk his teeth in. his canines hurting the most but he soothed it over with his rough tongue.

you let him strip you out of your clothing, helping him with the straps that his bigger fingers couldnt properly hold. see, he wasnt a virgin, no where close but your cunt makes him feel like one. the tightness, softness and warmness felt like he could come at any moment once he pushed in. with his head tilted back, he let out a groan from the back of his throat, his hold on your hips tightening so much that there will be brusies in the morning.

he leaned down to your neck, licking at the bite mark before he jerked his hips back and pushed them in. easily pressing into your g-spot and making you quiver. he reeled his hips back untill just the tip was grazing the outside muscle and snapped his hips, sending a horrid crashing wave of pleasure through your bones. yet suguru was already on the edge of tipping over, he couldnt keep his breathless moans to himself as he hid himself in your neck.

but as time grew on, his thrusts began to falter. the pleasure, for him, growing too much as he just focused on grinding into you.

"Are you struggling? Do you need my help? Its okay to cry for help, puppy,"

yet he just whined and pitifully nodded his head. he let you switch positions, your pillowy thighs caging his hips in and you lifted yourself up and sunk down onto him. this position takes him deeper, deeper into your tummy where it feels like hes in your throat.

a loud whimper escaped his lips once the back of your thighs met his hips, his chest was rising and falling incredibily. he placed his hands on your hips and you started to ride him. lifting yourself up and dropping yourself down. pressing down and grinding against him. your clit catching the dark hairs resting on his pelvis.

with every movement his thighs jerked and trembled as he struggled to keep his composure. he would gasp, his eyes fluttering shut, Damn, pretty girl, yes- please, just like that, yes-

with every movement it felt like you were riding him for his literal life. that he had to grasp onto his very soul so you couldnt fuck it out of him. your cunt felt like heaven itself, something so precious that should be taken for granted. he arched his back, feeling his canines grow with the sudden need to be even closer to you. a strong wave of possessiveness that reeled him in, a primal instinct.

every movement had him gritting his teeth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. every movement of your slutty hips-

suddenly you were on your back, flipped over and pinned under the large mass of your werewolf lover, with him growling visicously down into your face. he didnt let you catch your breath or even ask questions before he filled you up again. the pace brutal and unfeeling as he just rutted into you like a filty dog off the street.

he pressed his dick so deep there was a bulge in your tummy, the action forcing a sob to escape from your throat.

he hoisted your thighs onto his arms and he pressed down untill his head rested in your neck, and your thighs are pressed into your tummy, his lips brushing your mark as he fucked you. every rut felt like someone was taking a rock and smashing it into your lungs before purposly taking their finger and stabbing your g-spot. he fucked you and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

he growled possessivly when you ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down, he growled when you pressed your lips into the side of his neck, by his ear. he growled- no he howled when you sinked your fangs into his neck, far deeper than anything has ever gone before and he whimpered patheically as he came. the bite suprising him but feeling so good where he saw white spots around as he came.

the pup filled you up so good and just continued to rut into your body like a mindless doll, not knowing when to stop or even how to stop. he didnt hear your distant voice crying out for him to get ahold of himself when he leaned down to bite into the opposite side of your neck. all he felt was blinding white pleasure and not your hands slapping at his chest and pelvis to give up.

poor puppy..:(

@aizawasbarb

435 notes · View notes

possiblylando · 6 months

Text

Who's the ghoul? [HTP;4 SPOILERS!]

Alright so Hunter the Parenting Episode 4 has been out for a bit. If you haven't watched Hunter the Parenting and are just seeing this for whatever reason like coincidence or following me... WATCH IT! I assure you it's worth it it's all on Youtube its great come on don't get spoiled here. Seriously SPOILERS FOR BASICALLY EVERYTHING IN EPISODE 4

Alright hopefully everyone who hasn't watched it is out of here and now watching it. We can start by establishing the suspects.

Now for what I hope are obvious reasons we can rule out every member of the D family. Door and Boy aren't even here anyway. As such our current list of possible suspects is;

Upper Management Occam Blacklaw Sr. Gloria Waters Wernon

Security Brock Spit Giles

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Elise Grimal Harry

Now who else can we rule out for sure? 1. Occam can be ruled out. He's the chapter leader and if he was the ghoul for whatever reason the information would already be out. Plus Occam is already a mage or sorcerer of some sort so I doubt he'd get trapped into becoming a Ghoul. 2. Blacklaw Sr. can be ruled out. While he has keys to whole building we knew exactly where he was the entire time the crimes were being committed. Alright so then who can we rule out based on intuition? 1. Harry was with Markus for most of the time so it likely isn't him. 2. Elise, While Big D did interrogate her first I feel like he would've had some more suspicion if he genuinely believed her to be the ghoul. As such we can shorten the list to the following;

Upper Management Gloria Wernon

Security Brock Spit Giles

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Grimal Now we can look at where everyone was known to be while Occam was in the vault.

During this time the ones left unaccounted for are Elise, Big D, Wernon, Gloria, Grimal, Occam (duh), Spit, and the Cleaners. For obvious reasons we can ignore Elise and Big D as we've ruled them out as suspects. Now we can also rule out Giles and Brock from the list as during the time Occam was attacked they were both accounted for. HOWEVER I want to talk about brock for a moment. While I doubt Brock is the ghoul there is a moment near the end of the episode I want to bring attention to. While Markus and Co are saving Grimal from being tortured, D absolutely rocks Brock to the point he gets slammed into a wall. Yet Brock gets up with very little damage and continues to brawl. This is very interesting as Brock is apparently stronger than Blacklaw. This could be ghoul strength but I doubt it since Brock is a VERY big guy. Also about Giles, We know his boss at the 99p store is related to the vampires. Either she's a vampire or just a ghoul I'm not 100% sure. So Giles would have the connections to become a ghoul however having multiple ghouls working at the same 99p store seems like a waste of resources. So I doubt he's the ghoul. So now our suspect list is;

Upper Management Gloria Wernon

Security Spit

Cleaners Amanda Matilda Students Grimal Now that we've narrowed down the list of suspects I doubt that the either of the Cleaners end up being the ghoul as while both would be fairly easy to get in the building they lack any real clearance to get into the archives. As such they would be little strategical use outside of minor surveillance. Additionally they have no way to gain access to the Archives. Now ime to talk about that final scene. Wernon being killed at the end of the episode is very interesting as it acts in contradiction to what happened to Occam. Occam was just knocked out but Wernon was EVICERATED yet Wernon is a much lower priority target than Occam. Now I doubt Spit is the ghoul because again how would he have access to the Archives. However I do think Spit is the one who killed Wernon. Perhaps Spit is a Werewolf or other weird being as they were very specifically pointed out as killing machines in the episode where Big-D tells Kitten about some stuff. At the very beginning of the episode we can see the moon is full.

The lighting is a bit weird in these early scenes as outside is very red and orange but in other scenes we can see the moon and it's detailing a bit better so this is certainly the moon. As such the circumstances exist for Spit to turn into a Werewolf and flip the fuck out. Given the fact Spit is absolutely losing it I doubt he did it intentionally either. That answers the question of what happened to Wernon, what about the ghoul. Currently these are the possibilities as I see them; 1. Wernon was the ghoul. He had the means to get into the Archives and attack Occam. He's advancing in age so becoming a Ghoul might help with that slightly which would supply a motive. If he brought Spit off to deal with him, then spit flipping out in self defense would continue to track with him being a possible werewolf. 2. Grimel is the ghoul. Grimel was acting a bit weird the entire episode and during the start when the ghoul was announced she looked very uncomfortable. Additionally she's spent a majority of the episode away from the rest of the group and was missing while Occam was attacked. When she was being "interrogated" by blacklaw she doesn't actually say she isn't the ghoul she changes the subject. However this again could be coincidence as she saw Amanda get fried. Additionally there is the issue of her not having access to the archives. 3. Gloria is the ghoul. This one I think is the least likely. The only real evidence for this is that she was willing to so quickly take control of the situation when Occam was passed out. Currently the odds as I see them are Wernon; 40% Grimel; 30% Gloria; 10% Anyone else; 20% However if it is Wernon that raises the question, What will the rest of this arc be about? If the ghoul is dead then the rest of the arc would have to be about sorting shit out and kinda loosing it at eachother. But again that seems weird right? Killing the culprit off? So I guess my final guess is; Grimal (MAYBE Wernon) is the ghoul Spit is a werewolf (or similar creature) Matilda is going to be important somehow

#hunter the parenting #hunter: the parenting

259 notes · View notes

gallifreyanhotfive · 4 months

Text

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 54

The last two bullets contains details from the most recent Ninth Doctor boxset, specifically Swipe Right and Archipelago. Please scroll past them if you don't want to see them. :)

By some accounts, Bruce Springsteen served as United States President in the early 2000s. (Novel: Interference - Book One)

An incredibly dangerous mutation in the Daleks that threatened the whole universe started when a Dalek was stung by a wasp. (Audio: The Mutant Phase)

While in Paris, the Seventh Doctor observed the Fourth Doctor, Romana, and Duggan, and he picked up a picture of Romana when his Fourth dropped it. This picture would later be found by Anji Kapoor and later his Eighth. The Eighth Doctor could not remember who it was because he had been having memory problems at the time but kept the picture anyway. (Short story: Notre Dame du Temps)

The Fifth Doctor accidentally killed the entire Scintillan race because he couldn't see them. (Audio: Omega)

The Toymaker trapped the Spice Girls in "Spice Up Your Life." (Novel: The Giggle)

The Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver ended up in San Juan after being discarded in Leadworth. Charlie Sato had stolen it from some aliens and was on the run, and while doing so, he ran into the Eighth Doctor. Thus, the Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver eventually ended up in a drawer in the Eighth Doctor’s TARDIS. (Audio: The Turn of the Screw)

The Shalka Doctor had fallen in love with the President's daughter, but she had been killed by an alien race with nearly all the other Time Lords. While the other Time Lords had their memories stored in the Matrix, the President's daughter was truly dead. (TV: Scream of the Shalka; Short story: Doctor Who - The Ninth Doctor)

The Tenth Doctor can recall hunting werewolves with Jane Austen. He remembers that she was unusually sadistic, kept trophies from her victims, and was able to wrestle a werewolf without staining her lace. They also dealt with a vampire countess and an assassin in a similar style. The Doctor would have invited her on board the TARDIS if she didn't terrify him. (Audio: Expiry Dating)

Before Erimem became a proper companion, the Fifth Doctor intended to drop her off at the Braxiatel Collection. (Audio: The Church and the Crown)

After the events of The Giggle, the Toymaker is biding his time and waiting for his next game. (Novel: The Giggle)

By some accounts, the Valeyard "splintered" from the Doctor at some point prior to his final regeneration and thus cannot regenerate himself. (Audio: Every Dark Thought)

The Fifteenth Doctor once tried to take Ruby to a night of partying at the Scandi Superclub, where Avicii, Loreen, and Måns Zelmerlöw are members, but the TARDIS instead materialized in the 19th century. They ran into Hans Christian Andersen. (Comic: The Hans of Fear)

Stew Ferguson was a milkman who witnessed Rose Tyler's appearance in The Stolen Earth. He eventually became a cleaner and then witnessed the Fourteenth Doctor materialize in his TARDIS. (Novel: The Star Beast)

The Ninth Doctor is aromantic and aspec!!! (Audio: Swipe Right)

River Song recognized the Doctor’s Gladstone bag as a gift from Gillian and John. (Audio: Archipelago) And by that she means Gillian and John Who!!!!!

First 1 Prev 53 Next 55

98 notes · View notes

superiorsturgeon · 10 months

Text

Werewolf Arkos: Vacuum Cleaners

Weiss: *starts up vacuum cleaner in common room* 😗 🎶

Pyrrha: *reading a fitness magazine in her bed across the hall* 😊

Pyrrha: *suddenly tossed to one side as her bed is lifted up* 🫨

Werewolf!Jaune: *whining and trying to squeeze his big fluffy frame under Pyrrha’s bed, making it tilt and lift in the air* 🥺

Pyrrha: *leans over her bed and pets Werewolf!Jaune’s head to calm him* Aw…! Don’t worry Jaune, it’s just the vacuum!

———————————————————————

Weiss: *starts up vacuum cleaner in common room* 😗 🎶

Jaune: *walking by Weiss as she vacuums*

Jaune: *violently tackled by a flying mountain of red fur and muscle* 🫨

Werewolf!Pyrrha: *stands protectively over her mate, furiously shaking the deadly vacuum in her jaws* 🤬

Jaune: 😵‍💫

Weiss: You both owe me a Rhoomba.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #werewolf pyrrha #werewolf jaune #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #Weiss just wanted a clean carpet

149 notes · View notes

taintedco · 4 months

Text

youtube

4 notes · View notes

lulublack90 · 2 months

Text

Prompt 29 - Crack Fic

@wolfstarmicrofic July 29, word count 990

CW - Blood

Part ten of werewolf Sirius

Previous part First part

The big black wolf glared at the human standing across from him. He growled and then suddenly stopped. He scrunched his muzzle up in an odd way and inhaled quick sharp breaths before an almighty sneeze flew from his nose.

The wolf sneezed over and over, making odd choo sounds.

When the sneeze attack was finally over, the wolf used his long pink tongue to lick his shiny black nose.

“Yuck,” Regulus exclaimed from the corner. The wolf looked up at him. Regulus was covered head to toe in werewolf snot.

Before the wolf could move any further into the cell, thunderous paws came charging down the corridor behind him. He didn’t even have time to look around before two sets of teeth sunk into his back legs, lifting them from the ground and began dragging him backwards away from the dungeons.

He fell to the floor, his front legs unable to keep up with the fast backward movement. They splayed out before him and his stomach dragged against the cold stone. He whined in an annoyed way at the other two wolves. But they ignored him and continued to drag him towards the stairs. His head bounced on the first few steps, making him bite his tongue. After the fifth step, he held his head up.

He was dragged unceremoniously outside by his pack master and the wolf he thought was his friend and dumped under some apple trees.

The air smelt cleaner out here. Inside, the smell of human blood was so heavy in the air he’d been drooling. Now it just smelt like rotting apples.

He stood up, shook out his fur and bent to assess the damage to his back legs. He licked at the small puncture wounds, cleaning them and his fur. He lifted his massive head and growled at the other wolves. The bigger grey one growled back at him so ferociously that he fell over his own feet when he tried to retreat. The brown one barked happily as it too fell off its feet in a mocking way. The black wolf got up, chuntering under his breath.

The grey wolf came over and nuzzled him. He sighed and nuzzled him back. He was rewarded with a lick for his efforts. The grey wolf butted him, leading him further into the orchard.

He followed obediently. Something squished unpleasantly beneath his paw. He lifted his foot up and watched the mushy, foul-smelling, rotten fruit drip from the bottom of his foot. He whined softly in displeasure, before shaking what he could off and carrying on behind the grey wolf. The rest of the pack came into view, and they yipped happily at the approaching trio. The grey wolf accepted his pack’s adorations and then led the black wolf away from the group.

They settled down in an area with fewer apples on the ground and curled up. Exhausted after all that had happened in the castle, the black wolf soon fell asleep, curled up warm against his mate.

When Sirius awoke, he panicked. Regulus! He stood on wobbly legs and tried to run forward, only to stumble on a piece of stuck-up root and bang into a tree.

“Ouch!” He grumbled at the offending timber.

“Sirius, calm down. Regulus was fine when we left him last night. You need to get dressed before we do anything. If you go back into that castle naked, Regulus will curse your bollocks off wand or not.” Remus warned him. Remus stood and stretched his long body, the joints popping satisfactorily. Remus went over to the trunk they’d stowed before they transformed and unlocked it. Inside was everybody’s clothing and wands. Remus took out his and Sirius's clothing and wands and they dressed.

“Is everyone accounted for?” Remus asked the gathered wolves. Sirius did a quick head count. He didn’t think anyone was missing.

“Yes, pack master, everyone made it out with relatively few injuries.” One of the older wolves piped up.

“Good. Thank you all so much for helping us with this. Please return to the new camp. There should be food and medicine waiting for you. We’ll follow shortly.” The wolves bowed to Remus when he’d finished speaking and one by one they disapparated. “Right,” Remus said, turning to Sirius once they were alone. “Let’s go get Regulus out before someone comes looking for Bellatrix or one of the others.”

They hurried across the grounds and into the creepily silent castle. Sirius gipped at the overpowering scent of blood, almost vomiting. It was ghastly.

They made their way to the dungeons where they found a very disgruntled Regulus waiting for them. He glowered at Sirius, still covered in the snot Sirius’s wolf had sprayed on him.

“Took you long enough,” Regulus spat out.

“You’re very welcome for your rescue, dear brother.” Sirius huffed back haughtily.

“Wand,” Regulus ordered.

“Excuse me,” Sirius was taken aback by Regulus’s rudeness. He’d expected him to be overjoyed to be free.

“Give me your wand,” Regulus hissed through his teeth. Remus tossed his over when Sirius didn’t move.

“Thank you, Lupin,” Regulus nodded at him politely.

“What the fuck?! You’ll be nice to him but not to me?!” Sirius remarked. Regulus raised Remus’s wand and began cleaning the snot from what was left of his robes. When he was finished, he looked much better. He looked up at Sirius and raised the wand again. Before Sirius knew what was happening, huge bat bogeys were emerging from his nose and flapping around his face.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!” He cried as he swatted at them.

“Paybacks a bitch, isn’t it, dear brother,” Regulus scoffed. “Thank you,” He said, handing Remus his wand back. “Shall we go then? I believe we have things to discuss.” Regulus had adopted his aristocratic ways again quickly and stalked straight backed from the cell with Remus following closely, while Sirius was left to deal with the goopy bats by himself.

Next part

41 notes · View notes

dungeon-meshi-tournament · 4 months

Text

You guys voted for it, so here is the

Favourite Monster from the Dungeon Tournament 2024

This is the masterpost for the tournament. I'll pin it and update it with every new round, so you'll be able to find all polls easily.

The rules are very simple: You just vote for whichever monster you like better. The monster with the most votes advances to the next round.

Propaganda is encouraged! Please put it in the body of the post so I can reblog it. I don't reblog propaganda from tags or replies.

Spoiler warning: This tournament contains material up to the end of the manga. If you haven't caught up yet, you may be spoiled.

Finale:

Chimera Falin vs Chimera Laios (Chimera Falin won)

Battle for the bronze:

Shapeshifter vs Living armour (Living armour won)

Previous rounds under the cut

Semi-finals:

Chimera Falin vs Shapeshifter (Chimera Falin won)

Chimera Laios vs Living armour (Chimera Laios won)

Quarter finals:

Chimera Falin vs Familiar (Chimera Falin won)

Shapeshifter vs Walking mushroom (Shapeshifter won)

Chimera Laios vs Mimic (Chimera Laios won)

Living armour vs Dungeon rabbit (Living armour won)

Round 3:

Chimera Falin vs Coatl (Chimera Falin won)

Familiar vs Dungeon cleaners (Familiar won)

Shapeshifter vs Nightmare (Shapeshifter won)

Walking mushroom vs Hippogriff (Walking mushroom won)

Chimera Laios vs Golem (Chimera Laios won)

White dragon vs Mimic (Mimic won)

Living armour vs Treasure insects (Living armour won)

Bicorn vs Dungeon rabbit (Dungeon rabbit won)

Round 2, part 2:

Chimera Laios vs Living picture (Chimera Laios won)

Golem vs Werewolf (Golem won)

White dragon vs Cockatrice (White dragon won)

Dullahan vs Mimic (Mimic won)

Living armour vs Big walking mushroom (Living armour won)

Treasure insects vs Fairy (Treasure insects won)

Bicorn vs Ice golem (Bicorn won)

Dungeon rabbit vs Doppelganger (Dungeon rabbit won)

Round 2, part 1:

Chimera Falin vs Man-eating plant (Chimera Falin won)

Demon vs Coatl (Coatl won)

Familiar vs Hag (Familiar won)

Mandrake vs Dungeon cleaners (Dungeon cleaners won)

Shapeshifter vs Tentacles (Shapeshifter won)

Nightmare vs Red dragon (Nightmare won)

Dryad vs Walking mushroom (Walking mushroom won)

Hippogriff vs Eastern dragon (Hippogriff won)

Round 1, part 4:

Living armour vs Bladefish vs Ghost (Living armour won)

Fish-man vs Big walking mushroom (Big walking mushroom won)

Huge scorpion vs Treasure insects (Treasure insects won)

Green dragon vs Fairy (Fairy won)

Magic mirror vs Unicorn vs Bicorn (Bicorn won)

Kraken vs Ice golem (Ice golem won)

Warg vs Dungeon rabbit (Dungeon rabbit won)

Doppelganger vs Leviathan (Doppelganger won)

Round 1, part 3:

Chimera Laios vs Changeling vs Ivy tentacles (Chimera Laios won)

Phoenix vs Living picture (Living picture won)

Golem vs Succubus (Golem won)

Werewolf vs Wurm (Werewolf won)

White dragon vs Kelpie (White dragon won)

Cockatrice vs Gargoyle (Cockatrice won)

Dullahan vs Dire wolf (Dullahan won)

Mimic vs Giant parasite (Mimic won)

Round 1, part 2:

Shapeshifter vs Griffon vs Ghoul (Shapeshifter won)

Tentacles vs Green slime (Tentacles won)

Nightmare vs Huge spider (Nightmare won)

Red dragon vs Eyes of the magician (Red dragon won)

Dryad vs Skeleton vs Harpy (Dryad won)

Undine vs Walking mushroom (Walking mushroom won)

Hippogriff vs Minotaur (Hippogriff won)

Wyvern vs Eastern dragon (Eastern dragon won, with one vote difference)

Round 1, part 1:

Chimera Falin vs Barometz vs Mermaid (Chimera Falin won)

Big bat vs Man-eating plant (Man-eating plant won)

Demon vs Sea serpent (Demon won)

Coatl vs Giant frog (Coatl won)

Familiar vs Jackalope (Familiar won)

Hag vs Jack frost (Hag won)

Mandrake vs Flying pig (Mandrake won)

Basilisk vs Dungeon cleaners (Dungeon cleaners won)

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi spoilers #monster #tournament #poll #tumblr poll #masterpost #favourite monster from the dungeon tournament

63 notes · View notes

smusherina · 5 months

Text

the intricacies of werewolfism (and other afflictions) - chapter 1 (wenclair)

fandom: Wednesday (2022), Addams Family (all media)

pairing: (romantic) Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair (platonic) OFC/Reader x Wenclair

summary: You'd been keeping an eye out for Enid Sinclair since freshman year. There'd been a silent camaraderie between you, both sitting in the very back of the room during Furs specific classes. Things changed, though, after Wednesday Addams came around. For one, Enid shifted.

additional clarification: Wednesday and Enid have an established relationship. Story follows the POV of an outsider.

It wasn't like you were angry at her. No, you could only be happy that not only had they (whoever they were, that was never clarified to you) saved the school from, uh, genocide, but Enid had shifted for the first time. That was a pivotal moment in any young werewolf's life, especially for Enid since she'd been latent.

You were angry at everything that would change. You'd been different and she'd been different, so you'd sort of banded together, y'know? Now, she was no longer that while you still were. You were alone. Again. You couldn't bring yourself to not be bitter about that.

Then again, it wasn't like you were really friends. You didn't talk, ever. You just sat next to one another in Werewolf Studies class. Your bond was totally one-sided, with you having latched onto any kindness shown to you by a peer. Because just sitting next to you was a kindness. Gosh, you sounded pathetic.

You'd liked her and wanted to be her friend so bad, but had never gathered the courage. You'd spent your evenings alone in your room, wondering what it'd be like being a friend of Enid Sinclair's.

You sounded so creepy and stalkerish. Maybe you were. You didn't actively follow her around or anything, or fantasize about her, or do anything like that. That was gross and violating. You just... You were lonely.

You had some time to get used to the idea. The fall semester ended early due to the normie teacher turning out to be a scheming bitch and resurrecting an evil pilgrim, apparently, so you'd have plenty of time to digest your new predicament.

Usually, for long holidays like summer vacation, you'd travel back to whence you came, but you hadn't had time to make arrangements amid everything. You knew your usual hosts wouldn't be pleased to take you in on such short notice.

You'd been given special permission from Weems to stay in school during winter break the previous years, which was shorter than summer vacation but longer than any of the other mid-season breaks, but considering she was dead you didn't quite know what to do. Was that permission still valid? Your roommate packed her bags as did everybody else. You watched from the balcony as everybody got in their parents' cars or boarded the bus. You packed up your essentials just in case they had some last-minute arrangements for you.

You expected to have a teacher come talk to you at some point. Tell you where you'd be going or if you were going to be staying. Pick-up day passed. The teachers and staff lingered for a bit longer. The cleaners left, then the cooks. A sinking feeling manifested in your belly as you realized there'd be no daily meals. Eventually, the others left too. You were alone at Nevermore.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fine. It was fine. Everything was fine. You got yourself into this mess. You should've opened your mouth and said something instead of assuming the teachers would check in on everybody. They didn't have that sort of time. In between hiring a new botany teacher and a new principal, buffing the sheriff's efforts to launch an investigation on the school, and assuring Jericho residents of their safety, obviously, they would forget about you.

Despite all your efforts to rationalize it in your mind, it did sting. But you made do. Once the initial panic wore off, you were able to make some plans.

You used the kitchen to make your own meals. You'd been cooking for yourself for a long time, so it was no biggie. There was plenty of stuff with a long shelf life stored away, so you didn't even have to go shopping that much. You made it a point to stay away from town as much as possible, only getting the essentials at odd, not-busy hours of the day. You were pretty invisible and unnoticeable, but you could appear only so many times out of nowhere before people began to wonder where that teenager lived if not in town.

It was actually pretty chill. A whole school to yourself. Sometimes, you pranced around, pretending like you owned the place. That was fun. Honestly, it wasn't that different from how you spent your days at school, except with less studying.

One key difference, though, was how you spent the full moon. For a wolf like you, it was vital to shift as often as possible in order to maintain a steady grip on reality during the full moon. Even so, due to your type being prone to feral behaviour, you were used to being locked up every full moon. You couldn't properly secure the cage from the inside.

You tried to do it the first time but woke up in the woods the next morning. Tough luck. Usually, you were able to maintain some lucidity during the shift, but you suspected that was due to the magical influence of the cage. Outside of it, your power was untapped and thus, you'd blacked out.

You'd probably attacked a mountain lion or something, maybe a bear, considering you were covered in blood and gashes. You were quite sure most of it was not yours. A lot of it was around your mouth. You felt it in your tummy, the large meal still roiling around.

Werewolf healing came in handy. The scratches healed in no time, though did take longer than usual. The predator must've gotten you good.

You didn't bother with the cages the next time around. You'd broken the one you'd escaped from and those things couldn't be cheap.

Every day, you'd wake up in the morning and do your routine. Pee, brush teeth, put on deodorant, go down for breakfast. Go for a run, first in human form then wolf form, shower, snack. Study, read a topical book, snack break, study some more, nap. Chores, like laundry or dishes, make dinner and eat it, go patrol the grounds, sleep. On nights of the full moon, you'd finish your day with the patrol and only go to sleep in the morning when you found yourself naked in the woods.

You weren't really Christian in the sense that you'd ever gone to church, but your family had celebrated Christmas. You treated yourself to a big slab of ham that you wolfed down. Ha.

New Year's was much the same. A slightly better dinner than usual. Then you went back to your room to play video games.

It was all pretty boring. A nice vacation, all in all, but nothing too thrilling. A little modern survivalist. Your roommate came back along with the rest of the student body. She scowled at you in greeting as always. It was quite jarring, going from the echoing, empty hallways to every corner being packed. It was loud.

Something you hadn't expected, though, was that your stay was cause for concern. You probably should've come clean immediately to avoid all this. They took stock of the kitchen and found things missing as well as some unaccounted-for fresh ingredients. God forbid you wanted to eat vegetables. The broken werewolf cage caused a stir, which you could understand. The common consensus was that those things were unbreakable.

People thought that somebody, an outsider, had broken in and lived in the school. There were rumours that they were still at Nevermore, lurking, watching. Some speculated it was Tyler, the Hyde.

That theory was disproven soon enough, as Sheriff Galpin came to the school to give a public announcement. His son had been missing for quite some time, as he had escaped the vehicle transporting him, but had recently been found. Or, rather, his remains had been found.

The sheriff implied that the person who'd invaded Nevermore might have likely been his son's killer. To the public, the case was made out to be as if Tyler had somehow slipped away from the cops transporting him to juvie, gotten lost in the woods, and been victim to an animal attack. Everybody knew what animal attack really meant.

If anybody knew anything, they were to come to him at once. Nobody stepped up. Not even you, especially not you. You were sweating bullets, antsy and sick to your stomach. Had you attacked him? Eaten him? Were you a cannibal now? Oh no, what if you got that brain disease from this? Oh no, you had probably eaten a person.

You should've said something. You should've given yourself in. The teachers would've made you go back to your carers despite them being labelled as unfit in your file, but that was just how things were. You should've been able to stomach that. You did so every summer. If you'd told the truth to the teachers or the sheriff, you'd have been arrested for murder, probably. It would mean proving every presumption about you and your kind right, and ruining your life forever. You didn't want that. Wasn't that what you deserved, though?

Weeks passed. School started up again. The snow was slow to melt, the frigid temperatures clinging to the stone walls of Nevermore, causing a permanent chill to permeate the halls. Adding to the dreary atmosphere was the sad reality of the principal not being a tall woman clad in all white at all times, but the frumpy vice principal Frankenfroot, and the unease created by the mysterious invader.

Amidst the all-around grey atmosphere, stood out one girl. Enid Sinclair. You hadn't been paying as much attention to her as before, with all this mystery bullcrap stressing you out beyond belief.

She'd skipped the first couple of Werewolf Studies classes, so it took you a while to be near her. You assumed she'd been given some private lessons to make up for the years she was unable to participate in the practical aspects of the class.

You hadn't seen much of her during or immediately after the whole ordeal last year, so the changes to her were very stark to you. The scars, now only slightly more pink than the rest of her skin, stood out. As far as scars went, they were pretty fortunately placed and fairly clean. No jagged lines or disfigurement. Aesthetically pleasing scars. And even if she hadn't had such luck, you bet she would've rocked them just the same. They looked nice. Was that okay to say about scars? How could you be a foot-in-mouth in your own head?

Also, she smelled different. More wolfy, less perfumy. You liked it. The musky earth smell definitely added to her usual floral notes.

"Um, hey, so..." Enid said as she packed her books into her bag. "Excuse me, uh, what's your name?" You tapped your finger on your chin, trying to put yourself in her shoes. You had plenty of scars. None on your face, though, There was a pretty gnarly one going from your collarbone to the back of your ear, though.

"Hey," Enid's voice came alarmingly close to you. You turned your head. She was looking right at you. Why was she looking at you?

"Are you ignoring me?" She asked, bag on her shoulder and a slightly offended look on her face.

"What?" You blurted out, looking around. The classroom had emptied. "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else?" She sassed. You supposed that should've been obvious.

"Sorry. Sorry! Um. What were you saying?" Trying to be as normal as possible, you got up to pack your own things. You hoped she couldn't see your knees wobbling.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to form a pack with me." She seemed to relax, maybe getting the vibe you weren't trying to agitate her on purpose.

"Huh?" Your hands shook. You held onto your backpack with white knuckles. "Aren't you gonna join the school pack?"

There was the school pack, which was led by the professor during full moon runs, but there was also the option of forming your own pack. Some of the seniors did that, mostly pack-leaders-to-be getting in some practice before the real deal.

You'd spent a good chunk of the break working to accept that Enid was going to be leaving you for the school pack. You'd been so prepared, so ready, to be ditched that now that she wasn't doing that, you had no idea how to act.

"I don't wanna be around them. They didn't give a fuck about me until I shifted, and when I finally did suddenly they wanna be all buddy-buddy!" She huffed and gestured with her arms. She was so animated. "I just feel like that's fake AF. That's not how you care about a person, y'know?"

"Totally." You whispered, sounding a little too reverent. "Um, I would love to, I really would, but I'm a lycanthrope."

You waited for her to grimace, recoil, make some sort of remark. None came. Only her confused face.

"Uh... I know. We're both werewolves."

"No, I mean, yes, we are, but..." You wondered how you could explain this in a sensitive but also appropriately informative way. "You've never heard of lycans, have you?"

"I thought werewolves and lycans were the same thing." She said. Oh boy. Not an uncommon misconception, but one that could cost dearly.

"Nope. Uh, the bare bones are the same but some relevant details are totally different." You chewed on your lips a bit. "I've read ahead a bit in the textbook, so I know we're gonna cover it this year. I'm kinda like an experience-specialist! Haha. Um, so, if you don't care that's totally understandable and no worries, so I could give you a brief rundown if you want, but-" You took a deep breath. "I could explain it more. In depth, I mean. Like, a slide show, or something."

You sounded like an idiot. Who the frick offered a private slide show to an almost complete stranger? You'd humiliated yourself. Utterly humiliated yourself and your bloodline.

"Oh my gosh! I would love that!" She said, probably just not showing how she felt bad for you. "Can I bring my girlfriend?"

You didn't know they'd begun dating. You would've expected to hear those news circulating around the school, but apparently not. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Wednesday? Oh, yeah, she can come." You thought about that for a moment. "I think she'd find lycans very interesting."

"That..." Enid pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Huh. I see. Are lycans like, more bloodthirsty or something like that?"

"Kinda," That was sort of a disparaging stereotype, but it was rooted in some truth. The reality was much more convoluted.

"When and where?" She pulled out her phone. Probably making a note. You were important enough for a note?

"Um, my roommate doesn't spend a lot of time in our room so we could do it over the weekend at mine? I'm in Juliet Hall." Your hands trembled as you dug your phone out of your pocket. "I- I could add you. If you wanted."

"Yeah! What's your user?" You said it. "Got it. I added you, add me back!" You did as she asked, vision blurring with the intensity you were staring at the screen. "Fab! I'll text you details later tonight, yeah?" At your nod, she whirled around. "Gotta dash! Bu-bye!"

"Bu-bye..." You murmured after her.

Notes: A new series! This time Wenclair. Or, a platonic OC/Enid with a side of Wenclair. I've been ruminating on this concept for a long time, so I wanted to put it out there as soon as I finished my last series. I totally get if this isn't people's cup of tea, the focus is off the main attraction after all, but y'know. It's here. Do what you will.

This whole thing was borne of me wanting Enid to have a werewolf friend. She deserves a buddy to be dogs with! Also, world-building with werewolves is so fun! Fun fact about me, I'm a seasoned omegaverse writer :) We'll see if I get to do any of that in my later series teehee.

If you wish to be on the taglist, comment so on this post!

#wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday spoilers #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wlw #lesbian enid sinclair #lesbian wednesday addams #fic: the intricacies of werewolfism (and other afflictions)

56 notes · View notes

ash-blythee · 5 months

Text

setting: outside of motel, day status: open

The Cliffsides Motel has been more than just a dingy place to stay for years now - ever since Ashwin had happened into a job there. The werewolf's spent his time and energy trying to make the place cleaner, more comfortable... and maybe he's let a few people stay without charge. Those on the run, those bitten by wolves who have nowhere to go. It's still a rundown place, but now there's a front porch at the sign in building. A spot Ash likes to sit with a newspaper or a book.

...With his four corgis, of course. All asleep on the wooden patio, enjoying the sun. "Ch...checking... in? Or... here to... talk?" Because many come by just to talk. Or pet the dogs. Or sit somewhere in silence for a while. Ash is good at that. In a place like this, sometimes that's better.

#cor.start #openstarter

46 notes · View notes

grunklefordpines · 8 days

Note

It feels.... hairy. I gain new hair and then shed it every day. I'm starting to spend a fortune on vacuum cleaners! I can't even go outside for a walk in the forest without Beard cubs mistaking me for an older one of them!

In other news, which is totally probably unrelated, it seems all the butchers keep being broken into by a hairy wolf monster who steals their steaks! I wonder what that's about!

Any tips for dealing with werewolf hair and meat cravings? Or possibly a cure if you know of one? - 🐈‍⬛

Haha!

Stock up on meat and razors, dear Anon! It sounds like it’ll be a tough adjustment!

In the meantime, I’ll search for cures!

#gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #gravity falls ford #gravity falls stanford #gravity falls roleplay #🐈‍⬛

20 notes · View notes

genesis-otto · 3 months

Text

My headcanons of the losers favorite animals because I can.

Richie : I think that all his childhood, his favorite animal was the wolf. I mean, wolves are badass and cool. And because adhd and autism, I'm sure that he had done many research on them and was an expert. Wolves was his hyperfixation when he was little and when he heard about werewolves for the first time he was so excited because like 'I could be a wolf?!!?' Being a werewolf soon became his new purpose in life and he was waiting for the full moon every month in hope that he would transform into a wolf. He was disappointed each month. But then he get to see the horror movie with werewolves that he craved to see since a long time. He saw it with the losers and was left with a fear of werewolves and the losers had to comfort him for weeks before he got over it. He decided that wolves weren't his fav animal anymore and turned to ferrets because 'Look at them they're just like me I love them!!'

Georgie/Bill : I don't think that Bill had a favorite animal when he was little, but Georgie's was definitely the turtle. And after he passed away, it became Bill's fav too. He just felt like this animal was one of the only things that could connect him to his little brother somehow. And after a moment he realized why Georgie liked them so much. They look like tiny dinosaurs no?

Stanley : Well birds? I don't know shit about birds so I can't go any further and it's horrible because Stan is my fav-

Eddie : I think that Eddie is a dog person and you can't change my mind. It's just a compatible match. They both have a lot of energy, they're playful and I don't know how to explain it but I'm sure that older Eddie would go jog with his future dog all the mornings. Plus dogs are cleaner and they LiStEn. I'm sure that he despises cats for the reason that they're the opposite of dogs. They go in the trash, attack you if they feel like it and don't ever move their asses. I think he's a little scared of them too.

Ben : If you asked that question to Ben, he would respond to you that his favorite animal is the phoenix. But the phoenix isn't a real animal? He DoEsN't CaRe. He likes phoenixes. It's pretty, it has a beautiful meaning and it shines just like Beverly Marsh. Winter fire January embers guys. (Get him out of the library please he read to much romantasy).

Mike : Mike hang out with a lot of animals at the farm. There are sheep, cows, chickens, maybe horses? But none of them are his favorite. Not even a classic like a dog or a cat. Not even a cool tiger or a shark. No. Mike likes fishes, especially jellyfishes. Of all the animals on earth, it's these little guys that stole his heart. It doesn't do much except turning around but it's his fav neitherless. It's just calm, pretty and funny to look at.

Bev : When her dad wasn't at home, Bev would go out as much as she could. But before meeting the losers club she didn't have many friends so she would just go in some alley, take a cigarette and sit there waiting for the time to pass. But then one day, she saw a stray cat and she tried to pat it but the cat run away from her scared. So after that she began to bring food with her for the cat. The cat eventually went to her with other stray cats that wanted to eat and this became a routine where she would always bring them something to eat. They would cuddle with her until she had to get back home and wait for her to come back. They weren't pretty, most of them were sick actually because nobody was taking care of them besides Bev. But they were there. And Beverly loved them with all her heart. They were a little like her. And she would always pinch Eddie when he talks shit about them. So yeah, Bev's fav animal is cats.

#stan uris #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #it 2017 #it fandom #losers club #georgie denbrough

29 notes · View notes