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Friendly reminder that asking your lycan partner to turn you is incredibly insensitive! Seriously can we retire this trope already? Not only is it just offensive, but no one would ever actually choose this life! Lycanthropy is a curse. Full stop.
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Ok user "moon-moon" as if that original meme wasn't created to mock pack nomenclature 🙄
Anyway I'm not gonna touch that internalized lycanphobia with a ten foot pole. Being turned by your partner is something that can be incredibly intimate as long as both parties are consenting and the one being turned is 100% sure they want it. Literally the only downside to transforming once a month is the pain, but midol works just fine. No one with these "lycanthropy bad" takes ever wants to discuss the legitimate positives that come with this "curse" lmao.
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I'm literally reclaiming moon moon but go off I guess. Anyways turning your partner is absolutely disgusting and morally reprehensible and anyone who does it should be muzzled permanently.
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lmao my wife literally saved my life when she turned me but i guess she should be muzzled huh? we run through the woods hunting deer together and can each haul in groceries in one trip now, but nooo she's obviously a danger to society because she cares enough about me to help me when insurance wouldn't cover my medicine
also it was confirmed that the creator of that meme literally makes and sells silver bullets so if you still wanna use moon moon for yourself that certainly is a choice. source: (X)
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I love that instead of naming the more common benefits of lycanthropy, you mentioned that you and your wife can carry all the groceries in one trip. I think that's definitely a positive that gets overlooked far too often and I commend you for speaking your truth, sir
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lol thanks but I'm a woman 😅
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Plus werewolf blood tastes way better and is as filling as 10 humans 👍
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Oh my GOD you vampblr freaks will just flock to anything. It clearly says "vamps DNI" in my bio!
🐾 superhowllock Follow
lmaoooo of course you're a vampire exclusionist
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wasn't OP the same guy who said fursuits were offensive to lycanthropes and doxxed a werewolf fursuiter?
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They ARE offensive and harmful to this community and I'm tired of pretending they're not. They perpetuate harmful depictions of what a humanoid wolf is actually like.
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me when I dox someone for making candy colored animal costumes that look nothing like what a real werewolf does
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my silly little beckett backstory headcanons
(put under the cut because they get long. trans beckett lore <3)
Cuthbert Beckett is born Alice Wytton, one of the younger daughters of the Wytton family; when she is of age, she is married to the tailor Gregory Beckett. While this was an arranged marriage, the two eventually find that they love one another, and, over the period of the next ten years, have multiple children, some of which die and some of which do not.
When Alice is twenty-seven, Gregory contracts tuberculosis and dies. Heartbroken and distraught, she continues to raise her children to the best of her ability, and she continues to manage Gregory's business and affairs, having taken on the business to make ends meet, and she is not interested in remarrying.
At age thirty-three, she is returning home later than usual, the roads wet from rain. She is restrained and knocked unconscious, and then she dies.
Alice crawls out of the grave with twenty-eight others. She is the only one that survives.
The stranger that did this to her admires her--her resolve, her anger, her passion--and he decides that he will raise her as his childe.
Alice does not know what a childe is. She does know that she will not see her children again, and she knows that she hates him.
Baron de Vere is a former aristocrat turned staunch supporter of the infant Sabbat, and he is bullheaded and controlling before all else. When Alice tries to run away, he slays her eldest son, Cuthbert Beckett, as punishment, and he blood bonds her to him fully.
She studies under him for decades. He teaches her literature; he teaches her to read and to write; he teaches her Noddist lore and teaches her of the Jyhad; he tells her she must destroy the elders, and she will be sword, and he the knight that wields her.
The blood bond starts to wane, and Alice swallows her hatred and agrees.
De Vere is a picky man that is picky about a lot of things that he shouldn't necessarily be picky about. He is controlling to a fault, and he only allows Alice freedom where he can see her. It is not, admittedly, much of freedom. He speaks poorly of the Tzimisce, the fiends that twist flesh barbarically, and he speaks poorly of the Malkavians, blabbering idiots too stupid to tell left from right.
He complains of the Camarilla and their idiot rule. He complains of the Sabbat and its disorganization. He complains of the Setites and their strange god-cult, and Alice comes to the realization that her sire seems to hate everything. It is one cold night in February when she comes to another realization: politics are stupid and complicated, then, she doesn't want to be here anymore.
This coincides with a Camarilla-led attack upon their domain, and the castle is set aflame.
The only thing Alice misses is the library, and she flees into the woods as her sire howls with rage, his body aflame, torpid, but not dead.
She travels after that. She still doesn't know who she is supposed to be without her sire's guiding hand, and she realizes, eventually, that she is free--Truly, genuinely free, and she relishes in it.
She is still Sabbat. She hates her elders. She hates her sire most of all. But, most importantly, she wants her own opinions--she wants to believe after what she finds, not information fed to her through the mouth of another.
This leads her to mingle with the Fiends. This leads her to realize that she really isn't Alice Beckett, formerly Alice Wytton. This leads her to remember de Vere was someone important, someone with lovers and contacts across Europe, and this leads her to remember that she does know how to lie, and she calls in a small boon on behalf of her sire that she is most certainly acting on behalf of, and Alice realizes that she may have bit off more than she could chew when she ends up in the Lady Vykos's domain, seated awkwardly on the floor as the Fiend stares her down with a knife.
Vykos does not kill Alice. Vykos sees a kindred spirit, some shred of who she used to be, that she feels something akin towards empathy for. Vykos reshapes Alice, and when Vykos asks the man, "Who are you, now?" he pauses, and he stares at his features in the mirror, and he answers, after a very long pause, "Cuthbert. I am Cuthbert."
Cuthbert, for what it is worth, becomes happier after this. Cuthbert, for what it is also worth, feels unbelievably awkward in this Fiend's domain, and he wonders what de Vere will say when he finds out.
Vykos, whose opinion of de Vere had been on the decline anyway, proposes a very normal suggestion that aligns rather well with everything else she's done her whole unlife - "Find his body, and consume him."
Cuthbert asks, "Pardon?"
Vykos elaborates, "His blood is unworthy. Reclaim it for yourself."
Cuthbert thinks about it. Years afterwards, he commits to it.
De Vere is torpid, still. It would be very easy. The stake is driven in his heart, and Cuthbert stares.
He can't bring it in himself to do it, all the same. De Vere dies in agony, staked and left out to wither in the sun.
When Vykos sees Cuthbert next, she stares at his aura, unblemished, and doesn't comment on it.
Other Notes.
Beckett meets Aristotle at a scholarly meeting (Beckett is attempting to break into a Tremere chantry). Aristotle turns a very awkward conversation into a more polite one.
De Vere had other childer, including a noble warrior named Arthur. Beckett did not like his vampiric sibling much at all.
The second meeting that Beckett and Vykos had was one where they became engaged in a very long debate over religious Kindred theory. Neither of them commented on meeting each other before. Beckett naively hoped it was because she didn't remember him. Vykos did, in fact, remember him, and while she was annoyed beyond words at his dumb cold takes, she was a little proud of him all the same, as she'd seen much of herself in him in one way or another.
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