#werewolves are seen as more animalistic

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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.

[whereserpentswalk]

Your partner was bitten by a werewolf a few months ago. You local monster hunter and sorcerer associations say there's nothing you can do, that it's best to just keep them as they are.

You didn't expect it to be so constant. There are times when the curse is stronger but there's never a time when it's fully away. You can try to keep them away from triggers like images of the full moon, but it's hard.

They change periodically, and incompletely. Sometimes they're fully a wolf, and sometimes they're fully a person, but useally they're a hybrid between both. Sometimes they have some fully human parts and some fully wolf parts like a Chimera, but other times it's a blend. Their mind likewise fluctuates, right now they're useally at a point where they're sapient but have pretty heavy wolflike urges, but early on their baseline was a lot worse. Their mind doesn't even always reflect their body, you've seen them acting entirely animalistic while being mostly human looking, and you've seen them in full control while looking mostly like a wolf. It was disturbing at first but you've gotten used go it.

They can't work anymore. You tried to get an accessible job for them but employers just don't understand how to deal with them. They'll come in on a good day when you couldn't even tell they were a monster of any sort, and they'll be accepted. But then a few weeks later they'll have to cancel because they're fully a wolf and don't have the limbs required to work, or because their mind is suddenly too animalistic to do their job. There are more vampires and demons in your city then there are werewolves so people are more used to accommodating them mabye. Or mabye people just aren't very accommodating. Your provide for them now, which technically makes you their cartaker, but you don't like that term.

They've gotten more used to the transformations at this point. Accepted that some days they're going to have to be a wolf. And they're starting to actually enjoy parts of being a wolf, of running that fast, and having a wolf's hearing or smell when they do, of being so strong. And they're able to give themselves days where they have an entirely animalistic mind, so it's easier to keep their mind human on other days. They're even starting to be able to choose hybrid forms that they want, and have the confidence to go out in them, even enjoying how certain hybrid forms look and feel.

Still, there are times when they'll suddenly transform in public, or have a bad transformation and suddenly have to stop everything they're doing and pick the peices back up. You try to calm them down, and treat them nicely when you're there for them. You know that werewolves who don't have that type of support network have it a lot worse. Even on days when they're barely human, you still try to comfort and look after them, and make sure they're happy and safe, and try to give them affection in the ways that you can. It's not about trying to get them to turn back quickly, it's about making sure whatever form they're in they're happy.

And there are days when things are normal, when you can just hang out, or go out like you used to. Sometimes on days when they're very human they have to suppress every hint of transformation to make sure they don't change, other days they're better off keeping their teeth sharp, or their hair silver, or their eyes yellow, and not push themself too hard. And you can still enjoy those days, it helps to know that they're still here.

You're really happy you moved to a more densely populated area. If you had stayed in their hometown they would not have been treated well as a monster. Their parents still are super uncomfortable with them. Even in the city they get weird looks sometimes, and there are still some people who react weirdly to them. You haven't gotten that many people acting like they're a dangerous monster, though it's happened on a few unfortunate occasions. More often you have people acting weirdly sensitive about them, or treating them like a child, or like a constant object of pity. It's not fun having someone treat your partner like a tragedy when you're just going about your day. The worst comment you've ever gotten was your brother saying you're so brave and selfless for staying with them, it was meant in kindness, but it was the worst insult you could imagine them receiving. Luckily your city has a large enough monster population so they can befriend people such concerns are less likely to apply to.

Things are getting better. You're going to try to be intimate with them for the first time since they were bitten, though you're very ready to stop if anything goes wrong. At first you were waiting for things to suddenly be normal again, for them to fully gain control, you don't think they ever will, slowly you're becoming ok with that.

[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.

[d0gbite]

i wanna do one of those label ratings i’ve seen a couple others do :]

alterhuman

6/10 — the basics. it’s alright. the only reason i’m not a huge fan of this term is because it includes human identities and i wish i had a more specific one that includes animal-related alterhumans, but not humanoids/humans.

nonhuman

7/10 — better, but not perfect. i AM partially human, so sometimes this label feels not entirely accurate, but i still like it better than alterhuman. more akin to what you’d call a dog.

inhuman

1/10 — i hadn’t actually heard this term used for nonhumans before i saw others listing it in these. i don’t find it offensive or necessarily even wrong for me, but i don’t relate to it because it doesn’t really mean anything to me lol.

human

6/10 — i like this. i am human, that’s true. i think of being human with a certain fondness. i don’t, however, like that other humans assume i am this and nothing else. i don’t like that it’s the “default” people see. i am more canine than human.

otherkin

5/10 — it’s okay. am technically otherkin, however i like the more specific animalistic labels as this one is often thought of as non-animal nonhumans (aliens, elves, some dragons, etc) and i don’t like that for myself.

therian

10/10 — love this one. it describes me perfectly and always has since the day i heard it first, like 8 years ago. im wholly entirely therian.

dogkin / caninekin

10/10 — love these too. sometimes people associate “kin” more with otherkin, but since it’s very clearly specifying kin to dogs i don’t really mind. i kin dogs, this is very true.

werewolf

8/10 — i’m a werewolf, but i don’t often relate to other werewolves who use this label. there’s a certain connotation/stereotype that comes with being called a werewolf, like being anthropomorphic, shifting on the full moon, etc, that i don’t relate to. but otherwise like this label.

dog/wolf/cheetah

8/10 — i do like these, since i am all of these. however, i prefer “kin” because i like that it feels more descriptive about what exactly my relationship to being a dog is, and it feels a bit more distant from ‘normal’ dogs. i am a person who is also a dog/wolf/cheetah. so i am dogkin/wolfkin/cheetahkin.

doghearted/caninehearted

6/10 — fun fact, i only recently started to accept that i’m doghearted. it felt for a very long time that i could be one or the other; kin or hearted. it feels like saying i’m doghearted takes away/detracts from me being dogkin. which is why i’d rather say i’m dogkin. but i am both

[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 ♡

[escapedaudios]

Coming in to say that I really love the Der wolfsjäger series. Really love the worldbuilding and love how even thou Jager is like super stoic and serious but still cracks jokes from time to time and gets soft when he's around schafer.

But mainly what I wanna say is I LOVE how you did werewolves, I had this discussion to my dad and a few friends but as of recent years I feel werewolves lost their scary horror edge. From what I've seen most of the time whenever someone talks about werewolves online they either talk about how hot they are(which they are don't get me wrong) or make them out to be tail wagging giant puppies.

I'm fine with both obviously your story your thing and I am in that sorta crowd too, I understand the puppyfication depending on the story aswell as people slowly realizing that wolves ain't really evil and are just...animals. but I miss the horror element of werewolves. This giant grizzly beast that represents the inner animalistic side that humanity has within, a creature that can rip you apart with a single swing from its hand. I also really love it when stories make a werewolf intelligent and cunning and not just a complete wild animal.

A werewolf is afterall the fusion between man and wolf, the way I see it a werewolf should have the intelligence and cunning of a human being but not the impulse control of one. The wild and untamed nature of a wild animal but the skills and knowledge of a man. A representation of how it would be like if you let your intrusive thoughts, your pent up anger, and your want to let it all out.

Thank you! There's also more of my Werewolves in Matador Gothic, though only one species is represented there (the Reißzhan-Wut of Rampage's pack). I love my scary werewolves, I put a lot of thought into the worldbuilding before I even started writing, I wanted to make werewolves that weren't just a return to horror but a completely unique gothic horror monster. The lore of the other species will also be explored in more depth in the coming episodes!

[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. 💚

[faun-the-hound]

post about beastfolk since I did one on magi ages ago (that might be slightly outdated)

(buckle up this is a long one)

Beastfolk is a general term for a species separate from humans, they are identified as humanoid beings with animalistic or 'beast-like' traits and behaviours.

Subspecies found in Ru'aun consist of: Lupin (werewolves), Feline (meif'wa (more common in Tu'la), Vulpine (foxes), Cervine (deer), and Murine (mice)

Lupin are the most common to see near human/magi civilisation. They are social beasts, living in large, units called packs. Led by their matriarchs, the Lupin are a territorial and defensive race, they don't take kindly to trespassers, but in turn, teach their young never to trespass in return. Any slight on a Lupin will be returned tenfold by the entirety of their pack.

The packs are named for their environment more often than not, so the pack outside Bright Port is the Cliffs Pack (Lowell's pack), while the Lupin that kidnapped Lucinda are the Tundra Pack (where Yip came from). There are also smaller, roaming groups of Lupin that range the entire region of Ru'aun, only settling in the spring to raise pups (the Falcon Claw pack Dottie, Daniel and Rylan are a part of), these packs are not led by a distinct matriarch, but rather a group of older females.

They are often viewed as being violent, unpredictable and crude by humans and magi, living largely feral and having little interest in peace talks. In truth, they are friendly, outgoing and respectful most of the time, but as stated, if one member of the pack is harmed, the entire group howls for war, and these battles can last anywhere from a few hours, to a few generations. Inter-pack relations are actually very strong and highly encouraged, including bonds with roamers, loners, and even humans. Shared blood is strong blood, and Lupin are the strongest of the beasts.

Feline Beastfolk, most commonly called Meif'wa, are solitary, and the most welcome of the beastfolk in human society. They often take up jobs as exterminators, guards or investigators, having a keen hunting instinct, whether that be literal hunting, or just tracking things down. In Tu'la, where most Feline originate, they are revered as powerful, noble warriors, the pinnacle of elegance and deadly grace.

In Ru'aun, they are seen as sly, crafty, lazy, or just plain stupid, as many beastfolk are thought to be. They can find work and homes easily enough, but many Ru'aun Feline are afraid to walk the streets alone. They are never fully trusted, which leads to them self-isolating from larger cities and towns. Smaller villages are far preferred by wandering Feline, having less to lose means less worry of losing something. And those in struggling areas understand far more the need for safety.

Vulpine, much like Feline, are seen as craft, sly and tricksters. Unlike Feline, this is usually true. The Vulpine are a rarity to be seen, skulking through the shadows, active almost exclusively at dusk/early night. They live underground in burrows dug by their own paws, or plundered from other woodland creatures, and they are masters of stealth.

Vulpine tend to steer clear of large cities like O'khasis and Scaleswind, but have no issue pilfering the supplies of towns like Bright Port or Meteli, and even less qualms robbing weary travellers just trying to rest up the night. Usually, this thievery comes from either insatiable curiosity, or a desperation for food and supplies.

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy in a way, Vulpine are always expected to be thieves, tricksters and scammers, so they are chased away and driven out of their homes, leading to them starving, being desperate for some sort of supplies, but having no choice but to steal, only perpetuating the harmful stereotypes.

Cervine saw the harsh treatment given to other beastfolk subraces, and decided to outright abandon human society. They are the largest and most populated species, gentle giants who can and will absolutely mangle a man for crossing them. They live primarily in the cursed forest around Sun's Heart, roaming the woods with little care for keeping to the roads. They're the only race able to successfully navigate the Enchanted Forest without using the roads.

They live in massive herds, anywhere between fifty and three-hundred individuals, led by a group of stags called heralds. They are generous, calm and kind, always willing to lend a hand to lost or weary travellers, but despite their massive numbers, actually finding a herd is incredibly difficult.

Usually it'll be a solo or pair of Cervine who just happen into a town, wandering through to trade a few things here or there, and they'll give a few small donations to the needy before moving on, returning to their herd. They're an odd bunch, but they're viewed as wise and gentle sages by the people of Ru'aun, and in some places it's believed they can see the future. (some of them can, but that's extremely rare)

And last are the Murine. Mousefolk. Small, lithe and skittish little critters who live almost exclusively amongst humans. They're genuinely harmless unless trained otherwise, naturally shy and generally nervous around large crowds. They're most commonly found working in bookshops, bakeries or as florists/gardeners, usually in a small town, or living just on the edges of cities and woodlands in cottages. They're quite friendly despite their nervous nature, though they'd much rather be at home than a tavern or market.

Like all things, there are those who don't follow these stereotypes, in fact, most (story-important) members don't. There are Cervine who are cruel, Vulpine who are generous, and Murine who are extroverted, this is just the typical, instinctual behaviours of these races.

I've ramble a while, but here's a few extra fun facts:

-Lupin are born with a magical connection to the others in their Pack, called a bind, some are born without it and they are called boundless, often boundless will leave their birth pack, forming a bind to another pack, or just wandering as a loner

-Feline have no concept of a sleep schedule, they can sleep nineteen hours or two hours and wake up perfectly rested both times. The ideal amount of sleep for them is between twelve and fourteen hours a night

-Vulpine are extremely vocal, squeaking, yipping, huffing, growling, whining, etc, while most beastfolk communicate through body language or actual words, Vulpine will straight up scream if they get overexcited or startled

-Cervine are very connected to Magick, so much so that almost all of them are born able to commune with plants or heal small injuries, it's not a strong enough connection to call them Magi, but it gets closer with each generation (by mystreet time Cervine have diverged into Satyr Magi)

-Murine are natural neat-freaks, everything in their home has to be perfect, pristine and well-kept at all times, or they may simply go insane, they also have a natural disdain for children because of their need for cleanliness

Emmalyn is a Murine, mouse Emmalyn real. I feel like Kenmur is possibly a Vulpine, and Laurance has at least a little Vulpine blood in him. Maybe it shows after he gets Shadow Knighted.

Anyway. This post is long enough, so I'll wrap it up.

[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!

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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.

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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

[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.