#werewolves are seen as more animalistic

[jumioxox]

drdttober day three - vampires/werewolves

[blackhholes]

Self-Injury in Teen Wolf

“A Hideous Torture on Himself”: Madness and Self-Mutilation in Victorian Literature by Sarah Chaney / Representing the Unrepresentable: Self-Harm as Affect by Laura Wilson / Damaging the Body Politic: Self-Mutilation as Spectacle by Alexandra Gray

Written for @teenwolf-meta‘s Meta May Monday theme: pain.

The idea of pain making you human was introduced into the show when Derek said "And that's what keeps you human- pain." to Scott in the season one episode The Tell. It's a concept which is repeatedly brought up throughout the show and might actually be one of the more consistent facets of werewolf lore seen within the show.

When lycanthropic characters are incapable of relying on their anchor to tether them to their human side, they can instead draw on their own pain, often self-inflicted, to avoid the consequences of shifting. Throughout the show the character shown to utilize this the most is Liam. He's often incapable of controlling his anger and as a result is incapable of keeping in touch with his humanity, meaning that he's pushed to the edge of self-injury more often than other characters.

Another instance where we see characters inflict injury on themselves, or others, is when they need to trigger their healing. As seen in the season four finale when Kira is unable to heal after being attacked by berserker-Scott, where she then has to cut up her hand with a shard of obsidian for the rest of her body to heal. This is interesting because it visualizes a clear disconnect between the body and the self, the self which needs to heal can only communicate this with the body through more pain and injury.

Lydia is also seen injuring herself in season two when she's being controlled by Peter. When she's awoken by her mother her sheets are covered in blood and it's then revealed that she punched her mirror with no recollection of it. This serves as a narrative red herring as it's revealed later in the same episode that the Kanima hates its own reflection, but on a personal level it also shows the viewer the disconnect Lydia is experiencing between herself and her mind.

[dateamonster]

Hot take: making werewolves the Transmasculine Monster just feels like it's a backhanded way of saying transmen are hairy uncontrollable rage monsters

i counter your hot take by saying being hairy and full of rage rules! but thats just me. i could def see why other folks wouldnt want to be shoehorned into that role. luckily the monster loving sphere is full of trans people with all different delightful takes on transness and monstrosity!

and to your point, i will concede that i often prefer lady wolves myself

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send me controversial or unpopular opinions and I'll tell you if I agree or disagree

[idiotmf]

Excited Werewolf bf turning for the first time

(To the anon who brought up the cervitaur fluff: I shall deliver soon, it's a bit longer and more edited this time around. My anxious brain must notify you though, whoever you are. xD)

NSFW, MDNI

Another one of those 'hear me out' posts but like...

I keep seeing posts about werewolf bfs being scared to turn in front of you, but what about the opposite? What if you're the scared one?

Werewolf bf has to reassure you that it's "fine" and "nothing is going to happen" but he's so fucking excited to finally show you all of him, to show you his most primal form. But you're reluctant. You trust him of course, but you've heard the horror stories! The tales of werewolves in ruts destroying furniture, doors, hell, even chains sometimes.

Of course werewolf bf isn't going into rut, that time of the year hasn't come yet but remembering last year in his more humanoid form was already pretty hard on you.

He, of course, assures you that there is no way of him hurting you. So, eventually, you do give in and he bounces like an excited puppy, as he prepares by taking his clothes off.

Within moments, he has considerably grown in size, brown fur all over his broad body to match his dark eyes, his human features morphing into animalistic ones, yet he's not quite an animal.

“What do you think babe, cool right?” His excited voice booms through your apartment, his ears almost scraping against the ceiling. Your head barely reaches his chest, his arm alone longer than your leg. Having only ever seen shifted werewolves on TV, you hadn't considered the sheer size of them.

His tail wags so fast that things behind him get knocked off of your table just from the gust it creates and you can't help but think that it's sort of... Cute?

He's like a big puppy but he's your boyfriend! You touch his fur excitedly, marvelling at how soft it is, calling him a big teddy bear, which makes his tail wag faster. He lets you touch his face and sensitive ears, allowing you to get familiar with his more animalistic side. You stroke his head and his wildly flailing tail, as he licks your cheek with a large, wet tongue, leaving a trail of drool on your face.

Maybe this isn't so bad!

This thought, however, only stays for mere seconds, as he turns back towards you, ripping his tail out of your hands, your stomach now pressed against a cock bigger than your forearm, long, thick, hard, and begging to be touched by your small hands.

All your boyfriend does is growl at you in response to your surprised face, as he pushes you down on the large couch, your face morphing from shock into anticipation. Without a single word, he rips your pants off, exposing your excitement to him.

[vampyrixdarling]

Hi I have a request! (I know it’s not the season but-I wanted to know) do you do Yandere Werehog Sonic? Of a reader who actually love’s werewolves?(if not that’s okay?)

— 「𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬」

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╰┈➤ [yandere] Sonic the Werehog x reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; How would yandere Sonic act to you in his werehog form?

: ̗̀➛ Type; Platonic/Romantic Headcanons

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); yandere behaviour, obsession, brief mentions of kidnapping, brief mentions of murder.

Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

☆ Sonic in his Werehog form isn’t that different from his usual form. Other than the obvious changes in appearance, he’s still the same funny guy. Just.. a bit more huge and fluffier. Truth be told, he didn’t even know you liked werewolves.

☆ He found it weird— yet oddly comforting—that you didn’t really mind his new form. He loved how you didn’t mind his razor sharp teeth, or the unsettling growl tinting his voice every time he spoke. You loved to feel his fur, and occasionally poke at his fangs to see just how sharp they really are.

☆ Sonic as a yandere would be Clingy, obsessive, possessive & paranoid. This only gets worse when he’s a werehog, as these traits amplify significantly.

☆ Speaking of, I think his clingy and obsessive behaviour would become stronger during this. He already hates being away from you normally, but it just gets worse when he’s a werehog. His jealousy would also skyrocket. He’d also be way more protective of you.

☆ On the topic of jealousy, I don’t think he minds getting his hands dirty. If he feels he needs to, for any reason, he’ll do it under the guise that he’s protecting you. If it’s someone he doesn’t like, he’ll convince himself they’re bad news and need to be taken care of. He’s very protective of you, and he won’t let anything horrible happen to you, so why should he just stand by and let some guy who’s obviously making you uncomfortable talk to you? He’s a friend? Sure he is. You’re just blinded, surely. That’s the only explanation the werehog can come up with after all.

☆ I also think he’d inherit at least some animalistic traits and instincts. I think his sense of smell would be heightened, and so would his needs to protect you. He’d also be a lot faster and stronger than he was before. He’d become familiar with your scent rather quickly, and it’s like a drug to him. He craves you, to hold you close and claim you as his, but he knows better than to kidnap you. Not immediately, at least. Besides, he knows you can never outrun him even if you tried your hardest, much less be able to struggle against him. Sure you can try, but he’s not letting you go that easily.

☆ Taken over by his animal instincts, he can’t help but give you gifts of his own. It’ll start small, with little dead animals such as mice or even flickies. But then it’ll grow bigger, with every kill Sonic commits in your honor being delivered straight to your house. Whether you choose to accept his gifts or run away is completely up to you. But that doesn’t mean they’ll stop, nor will Sonic. He loves the chase, after all. Plus, he’d act like a wounded puppy if you found out it was him and expressed your distaste.

☆ I think he’d find it adorable how tiny you are compared to him. He loves to pick you up and spin you around. There’s just something about you being smaller that just drives him crazy. (No, not like that.) This would be followed by him squishing you in a hug, allowing you to be basically wrapped around his warm fur as he smiled, his sharp teeth allowing themselves to be seen. That’s one of his favourite things do to with you— to hug and cuddle you. It makes him think he’s protecting you, and allows him to be closer to you, both physically and emotionally.

[wolfsetfree-if]

Honestly, I’ve seen this IF around Tumblr for a while but I never got to read it because I thought it just wans’t going to interest me. BUT LIKE- hello?!?! I was wrong 💀 The demo was so cute and heartwarming with the pups and everything AND BELAAA they’re so sweet I can’t 😭!!

My little ask is not much I was just wondering if you have any general idea on how many chapters the book will have. ❤️

Thats all lol, I can’t wait for more content and good luck with the story!❤️🐺🌕✨

Omg thank you so much for your ask anon❤ I know that werewolves are oversaturated, but I always found that the setting and dynamics end up being the same over and over. With this, I want to explore the more animalistic side of shifting, not in a negative way but in a bonding, trusting one. With traditions and dynamics that were not forced, but simply those of a family. Maybe the different vibe is why people have said to me that they weren't initially interested in this IF but then they got into it.

(Sorry for rambling)

As for your question, this is a game that was meant to be a single book, and rather compact in size, with around 10 chapters total. I want to finish it one day, so I hope I can manage a story that has a small cast and that has a linear plot. Still, I plan on doing my best every chapter so that the finished game can be satisfying and hopefully beloved.

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

I’m glad more ppl are calling out the tropes of interracial relationship btwn poc/ white where they have the brown skin one be taller and masculine and aggressive/ protective while the white one is seen as small, fragile, feminine and need protection. Especially in regards to monsters where the werewolf is the poc and the white one is the rich vampire. I love the idea of poc werewolves but not when they’re seen as animalistic, more aggressive and masculine. Like the poc can be a werewolf but short and soft and kind meanwhile her vampire can be white but more animalistic because vampire can shapeshift into different animals beside 🦇

Clawdeen Wolf is the only Black lesbian/girl werewolf I accept. /hj

But yeah otherwise I agree. I have a post about this very phenomenon lying around on here. Either on this log or princessefemmelesbian, but I can’t find it, to my dismay. I do remember tho that I reblogged it from @lesbianslasherfilm, so if anyone else finds it, then please let me know!

I just hate the masculinization of Black women in general but especially in wlw ships with lighter/white/non-Black women, it’s gross and unnerving that people think that Black women can only be the “man” of the relationship. Never the feminine partner as they don’t want us to outshine the non-Black woman. I once saw a webcomic about a lesbian princess couple. Of course the Black princess was the strong masculine knight and the white princess was the girly sweet damsel in distress. 🙄 Also heard that some nb/white/light-skinned wlw seek out only Black female partners who are masculine or butch or try to force their Black femme partners into those roles. It’s sad. But I don’t let those attitudes define me, Black femmes exist, no matter what. And there is a space for us. We will always thrive.

[monstercampus]

a few days longer than everyone else as a huge, drooling, snarling monster.

Are your wolves wolves when they transform? Do they retain their human senses or do they more animalistic?

Whos up for boning in wolf form?

ab-so-lutely my darling! The werewolves are wolves, big and muscly and furry and bipedal when they want to be, paws and claws and fangs and drool with knots bigger than your fists <3 They're definitely more feral in wolf form but they've got some sense of humanity about them, they can recognize you by smell and taste and they can resist their primal urges somewhat so they don't lose total control, and end up killing someone by accident or fucking the wrong human in their needy, heat-ridden haze. They gradually get more and more wolfy as the full moon comes closer (getting hairier, smelling more like wet dog and grass, nesting, fangs getting sharper, etc) so it's a less violent transition, but they spend at least a day or a few nights transformed until the effects of the moon phase wane over. Some werewolves that learn control as they get older can manage to shift back into human form during the day and spend more nights in their beastial wolf form, but most of the ones at MC just take the day or few days to ride out their transformations until they're over with.

Which of course means one thing: pack hunting. You might want to think twice about wandering around campus at night when the full moon is out, and your werewolf friends on the football team have been scarcely seen all day.....but maybe that's a plus, that cool breeze whipping by you in the night and carrying your scent all through the woods, prickling the ears and noses of your friends that have been dying to see their favourite, fresh little human ♡

[soaps-mohawk]

So I've always been confused about the A/b/o. Usually I read about them being said characters werewolves or something like that. Is your story like that. Is the stories based on werewolves or are they werewolves or could they be a different creature? Was this dynamic like wolf descendants or animal descendants? Sorry for the long questions and or confusing questions.

So, there is a lot of crossover between a/b/o and werewolf tropes. They use a lot of the same aspects (statuses, heat cycles, knotting, scenting etc) and some a/b/o authors do give their characters wolf/animal-like characteristics. I've seen some that include fangs and claws, and some that even do shift into animals. So there's a lot of similar things in both tropes, and some authors do lean into that more than others.

In my fic, I don't really consider them to be any sort of animal descendant, and they don't have the more animal-like features or tendencies. It just so happened that the dominant race of humans that evolved and survived had all of these other aspects to them in the fic's universe. They are, by nature, more animalistic than humans are in real life. It could be possible that the humans in the fic descended from some animal/human, werewolf-eque type creature that existed millions and millions of years ago, but I'd just say that's speculation at this point in the fic. They just kind of are the way they are and that's that.

I hope that cleared things up and made sense. 💚

[14dayswithyou]

Have you heard or played this game called "The Quarry"? If so what would Ren be like if he was in that game? I've been hyperfixating over both games and I cant get the crossover out of my mind lol

✦゜ANSWERED: I actually got to play the game with Mon (my (irl) bestie) a while back, and I've had Kaitlyn brainrot ever since uwu

This ask also got long because I have A LOT to say about The Quarry!AU Ren gksdgbjsdgk. Also!! There's going to be spoilers for the actual game! IK it's been out for a while now, but if you ever plan on playing it, maybe skip this ask and come back another time!! <3

Okay!! So! Ren probably told the other councillors that he went to Hackett's Quarry to gain more experience as a music tutor, when in reality, he only joined the stupid program so that he'd get to spend the summer with you.

Would constantly show up to your camp activities with the kids and ask if you needed any help. Mainly because he was free right now and had nothing better to do. (He had to clean the kitchens...)

They would be insanely overprotective of you even if there was no one else around, and it would only get worse if Ren ever gets bitten (read: infected!Nick).

Realistically speaking, the only way Ren could possibly get bitten is by protecting you. Because if he had the choice, this man would literally lock the both of you up in the security room (that he tooootally had no clue about), and would just wait out the night there instead of walking aimlessly around the camp and getting stalked by hunters and werewolves.

I doubt they'd do anything to help the other councillors, and would instead watch them meet their demise through the security cameras.

If you were to witness them meeting their gory demise though, then Ren might put up an act and pretend to care. Maybe press a few buttons and switches in hopes that it'd somehow help them — when in reality, he's just flicking the audio channels on and off.

If you didn't want to camp out in the security room for the entirety of the night, then Ren would be glued to your side and won't ever let you out of his sight.

He'd let you carry the shotgun if it made you feel safer, but wouldn't mind using it himself if you thought that was the better option. Though... he'd probably forget that it was a gun at first and would try to smack the werewolves with the recoil/stock end before realising that, wait, this isn't a sledgehammer? It doesn't work that way?

Ren has seen enough horror movies to be able to put all the (cliché) pieces together, and would probably figure out what was happening by the time you (Abi) push Leon (Nick) into the pool.

Ren would 100% be like, "Oh, they don't like water? Alright then. Cool. C'mon Angel, we're stealing a kayak and sleeping in the middle of the lake tonight ^^ We can look at the stars while we confess our feelings for each other—" "Oh wow MC, you look hot holding a shotgun." "Shut the FUCK up you buff ass RACCOON, I'm having my moment >:(" "Ren, don't be mean to Teo."

If Ren does get infected, then he's just going to be extra clingy and creepy compared to usual. He'd be sniffing you every chance he gets and would try to rub his scent all over you. They'd probably be extra horny because even without being a werewolf, Ren is still very much addicted to your scent.

The real/[REDACTED] side of him would slowly start to surface, and would constantly ask you questions like "who do you love?", "D'you like me?", "No one can protect you like I can.", "You smell s'good. Come closer.", "Need to taste you. Now.", "I want t'be inside you."

Once he fully turns, I'd really like to say that he wouldn't target you simply because his sheer devotion to you would outweigh his animalistic urges. Idk if that's canonically possible in the game, but I'm gonna pretend it is because I can hehe :)

Everyone else is fair game though, especially any of the councillors that got a bit too close to you at the beginning of the season. All the people who tried to be friendly with you? Those who tried to kiss you during that game of Truth or Dare? Yeah, they better start hiding because Ren will be seeking them out.

He probably won't try to interact with you while in his werewolf form because he's afraid of scaring/hurting you, but would instead stalk you around the camp and fend off any other threats that go near your vicinity.

By the time dawn comes, Ren will be seeking you out and ensuring that you're alright. If anyone dared to hurt you while he was occupied with hunting down the other councillors, they'd be dead meat. Especially since they have a shotgun in their possession now :)

[faun-the-hound]

Magi information post (all information subject to change in future) These are only the Magi found/studied in Ru'aun/Tu'la regions.

Sirens, witches, vampires, demons, elves and faeries are all forms of Magi.

The term 'Magi' (pronounce 'maj-eye') comes from the word 'Magick' which refers to the supernatural abilities granted by unknown forces, powers that seem to defy the laws of nature and physics.

Demons, elves and faeries are the least studied. They are strange, mysterious entities, with odd power sets yet to be understood by humans.

Sirens are either fish-like or bird-like, depending on where they're from. They have an affinity for the ocean and song. Sirens possess two separate sets of Magick - aquakinesis, the ability to manipulate/manoeuvre water in unnatural ways, and mental alteration, changing or removing memories, forcing themselves into the minds of others and reshaping the mind and history.

Witches are the second-most human in appearance, the only difference being the constellation-like patterns across their skin, and slight glow to their eyes. They are the most adept at Magick, using the land's resources to invoke powerful and ancient rites, casting spells of all Magick varieties with ease and precision.

Vampires are simply humans with a curse, according to some. They are naturally very skinny, sensitive to sunlight, and have crimson eyes with sharp, felidine pupils. They appear as regular humans at a glance, so be wary. Vampire Magicks are referred to as hemocraft, or the manipulation and consumption of blood. They use the blood of others to fuel themselves and their Magick in a similar way to witchcraft.

Elves are found all across the world in a variety of places. From deep, dense tropical jungles, to the highest mountain peaks. Very little is known about them, as they are reclusive beings, seldom seen by humankind.

Demons are even more rare to see, as many are banished to alternate realms, or sealed within tombs across the world. It is known, however, that they possess many forms of Magick, and are highly dangerous.

Faeries are found in one place- Sun's Heart, in the very centre of Ru'aun's Sacred Forest, somewhere far, far off of the Golden Roads that traverse the forest. Sun's Heart has not had contact with the outside world since The Matron's time, and as such, faeries have not been seen in a similar amount of time.

Half-Magi refers to the offspring of a Magi and a human, werewolf or meif'wa. They often possess more limited versions of their Magi parent's Magicks, while taking physically after their human side, with minor differences.

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Magi are received very differently depending on where in Ru'aun you are. Dante's hometown was incredibly bigoted against them, hence why Gene was burned alive. Pikoro is also not the fondest of Magi, while Bright Port absolutely loves them, and Meteli is just kinda neutral.

Werewolves and meif'wa aren't Magi, as they do not possess any natural Magicks of their own. There are Magick users within both races, of course (look at Michi), but they aren't Magi. Werewolves and meif'wa are Beastfolk, humans with animalistic features, and forms in the case of werewolves.

Some humans are also born with the capability for Magicks, but again, they aren't Magi, just humans.

Magick is generally tolerated, especially if it comes from a human with two human parents, but there are some villages and towns in the region that utterly despise it, thinking of it as an affront to the Divine.

[latinapoetbts]

The First Ones: The Pact {The Healer} KTH & Y/N (Latina Reader)

Summary: Y/N is a 24-year-old woman living alone in the countryside while her brothers fight in a war between two kingdoms and her father is away serving as the lead doctor to the royal family with a sick prince. She is independent and intelligent. She comes across a strange and suspiciously the most attractive man she has ever seen in her life in need of help, wounded and possibly dying. Against her judgment, she takes him in to tend to his wounds. Unaware of the supernatural world she is about to be thrown into and as a key player in saving an entire species from extinction. Tae Hyung needs her more than ever. Labels:

Smut, romance, angst, blood and violence, guns, werewolves, AU- Supernatural World, slow burn, some non-con touching. Chapter 1

I was terrified and could feel my body trembling as I neared the door. My heart was beating so fiercely I thought it would burst in my chest. I could feel the bumps on my arms and the hairs rising. Every cell in my body screamed for me not to take one step closer, my feet dragging feeling as if they were tied to boulders. Yet even among all the terror and fear building inside me, I raised my hand to open the door as if I was driven by some unknown force, forcing me to walk into an unknown danger. What’s wrong with me, I thought as I gulped, pulling the busted door open painfully slow. It was dim in the room as I opened the door wider and wider, inch by inch until it was fully open and the light of dusk poured in leaving the far back corner untouched and still dark. I descend the stairs slowly stepping to the bottom. 

And there in the dark corner, I saw the unknown danger, crouching; its faint silhouette, a familiar shape. I gasped at the unusual sound of a hiss and snarl, my body jerking in startlement, fear nearly taking over all my senses. My body and brain were a cluster fuck of fear, curiosity, and bewilderment caught between two choices; advancing low and slow towards the familiar shaped silhouette or bolting out of the root cellar as fast as possible, hoping and praying I was the one that could run faster. Another oddly sounding aggressive snarl ripping through the brief silence, it was a sound I had never heard before but could resemble snarling and hissing. I imagined we both calculated our next moves during that silence. Decisions made, I advance slowly with my eyes never leaving the shadowed corner desperately wanting to see more until I fall backward landing hard onto the stone floor, my lungs heaving in my chest. The figure stalked over top of me within seconds. His face inches from mine, teeth-baring, strange growls, and deeper snarls. His eyes lock with mine, filled with what I can only assume is rage. His arms cage me at shoulder level.  Him, His, He, the familiar shape, a man. An angry, dangerous man, my thoughts flooding my mind. I was paralyzed by fear and emboldened by an irrational curiosity. So many questions. How did he even get in here? Why is he making nearly inhuman animalistic sounds? Why is he in my root cellar? Is he going to kill me? Why is he….oh..naked?

My eyes flicker to his chest and then his waist darting back up to lock with his threatening gaze. Yup definitely naked. And covered in mud and something else that I couldn’t make out. He continues to bare his teeth growling at me, my instincts kick in or what I believe to be my instincts and I turn my head to the side providing him with the most vulnerable access to my neck. I try my best to steady my breath, slowing it down in order to regulate my pulse to manifest a sense of peace and calm or some version of calm. I tried to imagine a babbling creek in the woods with the sun peeking through. I tensed as I felt the heat of his nose and mouth at my throat, alternating between sniffing and deep inhales as he nuzzled into my neck. Breath just breathe nice and slow, I tell myself trying to fight against my body’s natural fight, flight, freeze response. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly clenching my fits together as his hot wet tongue licks a strip from the base of my neck to just below my ear lobe, terrifyingly slow. 

Is he going to eat me or fuck me, or fuck me then eat me? I fight my body’s attempt to shudder at the vulgar painfully valid questions racing through my mind. I feel something wet drip over my arm that's trapped under his body. And then again more wet drops on my chest followed by a constant drip rhythm. He is bleeding. It’s blood that I saw on his body mixed with mud. He’s injured, I think to myself as he continues smelling me and licking me moving down my collarbone. Maybe he’ll bleed to death before he gets to fucking kill me, I wonder with hope just as his body collapses on top of mine. His head falling between my neck and chest I let out a sigh of relief as I rolled his body off of mine to take a real look at him for the first time. I could not help but gasp as my hand covered my mouth in surprise. Here at my side laid the most fucking  beautiful, naked, mudded, injured, odd man, I’d ever seen in my life. He was a stunning mess. I finally tore my eyes from his face and raked them down the rest of his body attempting not to gawk at his lower region.  I guess I should have some type of decency, towards this beautiful man who tried to attack me or lick me, or whatever it was, I shuddered thinking about what had happened just moments ago.  I flinched seeing the deep gash on his shoulder. Is that a gunshot wound, I wondered to myself. What did he do? Who did this to him? Maybe a lover's affair? Or did he take something that was not his?  

My curiosity is in overdrive as I stand and start rummaging through the cellar until I find some cloths. I place the cloth over his wound and spring up the stairs doing what I do best, finding solutions to problems. After collecting everything I needed to harness the door pulley to a makeshift stretcher, I put my plan into action. I covered the strange handsome, naked, wounded man who licked me like a predator with a bed cover. I had to repeat everything I experienced like a mantra hoping it would snap some fucking basic self-preservation common sense into my body. But nope. I grunted as I pulled and shoved his body on the stretcher, for having such a lean and lithe body he was fucking heavy, he felt like a ton of rocks, no more like boulders. I used all my strength and body weight to pull him up the stairs using the pulley and out of the root cellar. I then dragged him inch by inch to my front door and into my living room. What the fuck am I actually doing right now, I asked myself after I collapsed onto my living room chair. I know nothing about this strange man, who did nothing to indicate to me that he was no threat. In reality, all his actions indicated he was dangerous. How reckless can I be? I live alone in the middle of the woods with no neighbor in sight for 3 to 4 miles and at least a 30-minute walk and maybe 15 on horseback. As for protection, I had my father's shotgun with about 20 shots, my brother's pistol with another 10 bullets, a hunting arrow I was barely learning how to use, cooking and shaving knives, and a mean right hook. I guess as long as I wasn’t caught off guard like I was in the root cellar, I guess I’d be ok. Wait, as important as my safety was, I had a gunshot victim on my living room floor who may not have done anything wrong, just maybe at the wrong place at the wrong time and I planned to save him and ask questions later. It was my duty as a Healer in training. It was the helper in me taking the lead. 

Over the next few hours, I busied myself tending to this strange, wounded, animalistic man. I quickly cleaned the area around the wound and used my healer herbs paste on the wound on both sides wrapping him as best I could as he slept, he was out cold. I was certain he needed stitches but was fearful he would wake up while I was stitching him. The bandage and herbs would help for now and should help with any pain or infection. He was even more striking as I gently cleaned the rest of his body with a sponge careful not to wake him up as there was definitely a lingering ever-present rational fear of what he might do to me or rather what he would do to me when he wakes. I cleaned as much of him as I could ensuring to leave the blanket on his private parts. He can do those if he wants when he wakes up. I am absolutely no saint and couldn't help observing every inch of his exposed skin as I washed him. His shoulders, chest, arms, and thighs taunt, and well-defined, his skin a tan sun-kissed wheat color likened to the wheat grown in my neighbor's fields. His stomach is firm but soft, different from the rest of his body. His face is what leaves me nearly breathless as I wipe away the soot and dried blood. His lips were pink, pillowy, shapely, and slightly downturned at the edges almost as if it was a faint frown or pout, very charming, very attractive, very kissable. For fuck sake, why does my mind work as that of a hormone-raging sex obsessed 16 year old just at the sight of this strange man's face rather than the 24-year-old that I am? His eyes were almond-shaped like the people I had only heard about from the Asian regions, how did he get so far north I wondered, not that it was unheard of; hell how did my family get so far north as we were from the far warm southern west regions of the world. His hair although messy and in need of washing I could tell it was a jet black color. Why the fuck was he as breathtaking as he was terrifying. It truly was a mind fuck for me. Over the next several hours, I watched over him as I prepared both a quick meal of bread and soup. We were well into fall and the harshness of winter was near so the nights were cold but not freezing yet.

I startled at the sound of his grunts and growls, my rolling pin gripped at my side as I neared his jerking body just in case I needed to defend myself. I just wanted protection and did not want to kill him. Oh, he was having a nightmare, I pitied him. I carefully patted his forehead with a damp cloth to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated. I hoped the sweat was from his nightmare and not the beginning signs of a fever even though his skin seemed to have a normal temperature. I reached to press the cloth against his neck when I felt my back slam against the floor, my legs sprawled out, hand with the cloth painfully pinned to the floor at the wrist next to my head. My spare hand is pinned by a tight grip on my wrist and down against my waist to the floor. Here we go again, I just might die today, I think to myself.

Fuck me, I didn’t even have a chance to react it happen so fast. My breath was caught in my throat by a mixture of fear and curiosity. My eyes locked with his deep brown orbs that swirled with hints of yellowish amber color that flashed as if it were ocean waves rippling with color. His eyes were as memorizing as they were terrifying. His chest was heaving, I forced my body to go limp and did what seemed to work before, I turned away from him again offering my throat coaxing myself to calm my breathing. I focused on my breath, feeling my heartbeat slowing down only to quicken at the feel once again of his nose and hot mouth pressed against my neck rubbing and sniffing against me. Again and again, as if he was scenting me like a dog would another dog. As if he was trying to figure me out. Once again fighting my body's natural response as his tongue licks a slow fat wet strip against my neck. I could feel his breathing steady and feel his mouth pull away from my neck, his hands releasing my wrist as he sat upright still straddling my hips just gazing down at me, my eye's turning to lock with his once more. 

Now what. What do I do now?

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I'm obsessed with KTH werewolf and strong female leads! Hope you enjoy! Would so appreciate reblogs and feedback keeps me motivated to keep going! Thanks so much!

[sleepingdeath-light]

s/o who isn’t afraid of the curse hcs ; eda

requested by ; anonymous (16/08/22)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; edalyn clawthorne

outline ; “So y'know that interpretation of werewolves where the only major reason their beast form is completely feral is the sheer confusion, disorientation, and fear that comes with such a transformation? And that if you could coax them out of that headspace, they'd be pretty lucid? I've long seen Eda's curse as functioning similarly. So how do you think she'd do with an s/o who's not unafraid, but still much more willing to work with her in that form. Help her beast form not have a full blown panic and to not lash out every transformation. That sort of thing”

warning(s) ; canon typical references to violence, the owl beast being the owl beast

for most of her life eda had been terrified of her curse because of how volatile and animalistic she becomes under its influence

she permanently disfigured her father and caused him to struggle with keeping up his carving

it ended her relationship with raine because she was so afraid and insecure about it and felt like she couldn’t tell anyone about her affliction

she became isolated for years because of her curse and her status as a wild witch — hunted down even by her own sister, leaving her with nobody in the world to turn to

nobody but hooty and owlbert and, eventually, king — but no other witch because she was such an outsider

and then she found you

you, who was able to match her energy beat for beat

you, who stood by her despite the consistent threats to your life that you faced because of her

you, who tended to her and comforted her at her lowest — when she couldn’t take her of herself

you, who faced the dangers of the night market to fetch her the potions she needed when she was too scared to go out

you, who she loved more than herself

you, who she was terrified of losing to the curse one way or another

she spends so long fretting and hiding any signs of the curse from you that she forgets just how empathetic and determined you are

and when she runs out of her potions and starts to transform she’s hyperventilating and panicking because you’re in the house and she doesn’t want to hurt you and she can’t hurt you not now now ever…

and then you find her and you’re not scared

not when her body contorts and twists in ways that are unnatural and painful even just to watch

not when her voice deepens and echoes and warps to a bone-shaking tone

not when she’s more claw and feather than witch

not even as her pleas for you to flee and hide morph into owlish screeches and monstrous cries

not ever.

you still look at her with the same amount of love and you comfort her — comfort her — with gentle reassurances and gentle touches and gentle words

‘eda, it’s alright, i’m here’

‘you don’t have to be alone anymore’

‘i love you, and nothing is going to change that’

‘come here, love, you don’t have to hide. not from me’

and whilst it’s not eda that cowers in the corner and screeches at you and bares it’s teeth — whilst it’s not eda who regards you with hesitation and something close to fear — you can still see eda in the way the beast relaxes and it’s snarl fades into a whimper, you can hear her in the whines and purrs that the beast lets out when you draw near and press your forehead against it’s own

it’s not eda, you know that, but she’s still in there and the owl beast isn’t something you can find it in yourself to fear

not when it soothes and cooes at your affections

not when it leans into your touches and pats with an intense affection that has you giggling

not when it drags you into its nest and settles in around you, more cat that beast, and slowly drifts off to sleep

so like eda and yet not at all her; totally different and, yet, totally the same somehow

and the next morning, when eda is eda again and not the beast, she’ll recall pieces of your night and smile

in awe of your loyalty and laughing at herself for thinking that the owl beast would ever harm you

because she loves you so dearly

and clearly, somehow, the beast loves you too

and she never really had anything to worry about

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you, too, are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Maybe something snake like? What type of monsters are you looking for? Most monsters I’ve seen are animalistic so idk what to suggest

A naga would be fun! There are lots of monsters that have animalistic traits but that aren't animals, but a dire wolf and Cerberus are just straight-up animals in their respective stories. However, creatures like werewolves, nagas, harpies, sirens, and many more all have basic humanoid features mixed in with animal traits, which is what I'm more comfortable writing.

[artemissoftstepper]

thinking about the animals i think of as part of myself and trying to analyze why i relate to them as this goes lower down the less prominent a part of myself the animal is

bunny - bunnies feel to me like the most all encompassing animal i consider myself because they simultaneously are soft and cute while also being highly sexually active and symbols of fertility and they’re also prey animals so they simultaneously represent my ideal self, a major part of myself which i despise, and my fear of being harmed by people especially sexually harmed additionally one of if not my oldest stuffy is a bunny

sheep - once again cute prey animal that is a very large part of myself, i also think of myself specifically as a domesticated sheep which makes sense because i frequently feel that i have very little control over my own life, that i am only cared about by the people in my life for what i do for them, and that without the people in my life i wouldn’t be able to survive on my own and would be taken advantage of

sharks - i strongly relate to sharks for three primary reasons they cannot survive without hurting others and i frequently feel like the things i do that make my life bearable are hurting the people around me (despite assurances otherwise), they’re frequently characterized as evil despite not actually harming people very often which between the parts of myself i consider morally wrong and the fact that large parts of my identity are demonized by other is deeply relatable, and they’ve become a symbol of transness thanks to blahaj

deer (and cervidae in general) - another cute prey animal who would’ve guess, i really relate to how jumpy they are as i’m frequently an anxious mess as for the larger cervidae they’re more an idealistic relatability in being prey animals that can readily defend themselves or take its killer with it

butterflies, moths, and phoenixes - all beautiful animals which symbolize rebirth moths i especially love because they’re frequently seen as being ugly or a nuisance and i relate strongly to changing yourself for the better in a way others view as wrong i relate to phoenixes especially strongly because dying is inherent to their rebirth and i relate to that both as someone who struggles with suicidal ideation and who views my pre-transition self as an entirely different person who is now dead and that i’m just living in his old body

kitty - cats are rather complicated because i don’t really see them as a large part of who i am but i have a strong fondness for them and acting in a catlike manner i think the reasons i relate to them are because i’ve had cats for most of my life so they’re very familiar to me, cats are frequently used by other trans and autistic people to represent themselves (via catgirls and “all cats are autistic”), cats express their emotions very clearly in a way i struggle to, and cats are very common in pet regression and pet play content which i find very affirming/calming

puppy - similar reasons to cats although i relate to them a bit less and like them less than cats

i didn’t specifically mention it for any animal but i have noticed lots of these are animals either subservient to or hunted by humans

other assorted animals i consider part of myself usually on a similar level to cats and dogs i just don’t have much to say about them: bees, dragons, bats, werewolves (i know this isn’t an animal per se), foxes, stingrays, and animalistic monsters in general

feel free to psychoanalyze me based on the animals i identify with and my other posts i’m stupid and need either a lot of time or it being directly pointed out to notice things about myself and worse case scenario your wrongness will help me sort out my thoughts since “that interpretation doesn’t quite feel right” is the first step to further questioning and understanding