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the-punforgiven · 7 months

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Dead by Daylight killers as I understand them (Played the game for like 2 weeks before Blight was introduced)

Trapper: Og killerman. This guy will kill you at night to make sure you're Dead by Daylight™ ©Behaviour Interactive 2016

Wraith: -Tf2 cloak noise- I'm fast as fuck boiii

Hillbilly: We couldn't get the rights to Texas Chainsaw Massacre :(

Cannibal: Oh shit actually yes we could get the rights to Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Nurse: This is the one people use to end games in like 30 seconds

Shape: ゴゴ🎶 🎹 🎶ゴゴ

Hag: Triangle jumpscare

Doctor: Hope you like screaming, you're gonna do it a lot

Huntress: You don't even need to play this game you just KNOW people are calling this one Mommy on the internet

Nightmare: I'm gonna be honest I genuinely forgot this guy was even in that game until I looked at the wiki to make sure I wasn't leaving anyone out

Pig: Boop :)

Clown: I Do Not Like This Guy One Bit, I'm not even scared of clowns or anything this guy's just got the most rancid fucking vibes

Spirit: I think she should get a skin that makes her look like one of the Husk enemies from that Darkest Dungeon dlc, like she's already most of the way there may as well

Leigon: Love that in lore there's four of them but you only ever fight one at a time, I wonder if these guys ever look at Knight's ability and just go "damn 😔". Also they've got the best music in the game, no competition

Plague: You don't even need to play this game you just KNOW people are calling this one Vommy on the internet

Ghostface: I remember watching a video about the weird copyright laws surrounding the character and his mask apparently being owned by two seperate companies or something and rip to whatever Behaviour employee had to sort that out to get this guy in here

Demogorgon: I've never watched Stranger Things aside from the Metallica clip my aunt sent me

Oni: You don't even need to play this game you just KNOW people are calling this one Daddy on the internet

Deathslinger: gun

Executioner: 🔺️🍑👀

Blight: Orange Creamsicle Goblin is real and he is COMING FOR YOU

Twins: I genuinely forgot they were in the game also

Trickster: I think he should also get a timestop. For no particular reason.

Nemesis: He just fuckin punches you! idk why but that's the funniest shit in the world to me

Cenobite: Reblog to slap his bald head, killing him instantly

Artist: Ɓïřď Ļäđÿ

Onryo: Menu jumpscare

Dredge: This guy just kinda looks like a rooster to me tbh

Mastermind: Oh hey it's that guy from Resident Evil

Knight: Hey remember when Dead by Daylight had that collaboration with For Honor, where For Honor had a whole Halloween event where you could fight Trapper and and they had like special cosmetics and executions and shit, and Dbd gave you like, one charm? Anyway I feel like the dbd devs may have had a lil peek at For Honor's sound effects library during that particular little tryst because I SWEAR I recognize the noises this dude makes on a very deep level

Skull Merchant: I feel like you could design literally anything based on that name and it would be infinitely cooler than the killer that actually has it

Singularity: Robot :D I love the cheesy old horror movie vibe to them tbh, it's great

Xenomorph: You don't even need to play this game you just KNOW people are calling this one Mommy on the internet

#pun's text posts #Dead by Daylight #sorry I lied for the sake of the bit #my girlfriend was the one who informed me one of the fandom nicknames for Plague was Vommy Mommy and it took me the fuck out #I did not Just Know #I was in fact informed

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branded-perceptions · 1 month

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Social reward streams & value-exchange

tends to get always hijacked by socio-psychological group dynamics (🎵FEVER DREAM HIGH IN THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT)

hyping (🎵YOU KNOW THAT I CAUGHT IT)

its social imagination (🎵SHINY TOY WITH A PRICE)

towards

apathetically more (🎵KILLING ME SLOW💉☠️💉, OUT THE WINDOW)

reputation managing🎭 (🎵I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU)

thereby neglected attention shadows (🎵I'M ALWAYS WAITING FOR YOU TO BE WAITING BELOW)

by like a cold blooded serial killer carelessly "positively" (🎵DEVILS ROLL THE DICE, ANGELS ROLL THEIR EYES) doing anything for these thereby more and more directionally🧠👅🧠 misdirected reward streams🐟🐟🐟 (🎵WHAT DOESN'T KILL💸💉☠️💉💸 ME MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE)

out of causal TOUCH

of striving to care for & enhance the life force of average populations' economic body (🎵AND IT'S NEW, THE SHAPE OF YOUR BODY)

that is misguided by the by these bra(i)nde(a)d dynamics (🔍Strauss-Howe generational theory) bent hallucinatory sense-making constructs' motivational emotions' peer-pressure (🎵IT'S BLUE, THE FEELING I'VE GOT)

which one thus in public spotlight needs to create counterbalancing sense-makings for (🎵AND IT'S A 🎶CRUEL SUMMER - TAYLOR SWIFT)

the globally geopolitically entwined tensions (🎵WITH YOU)

of as 🔍"oldest ancient economic problem of countervailing (causally abusive and by group-infatuative disfunctional bra(i)nde(a)d fantasies upheld and free will💉💔 impairing) power structures"

(🎵HANG YOUR HEAD LOW IN THE GLOW OF THE VENDING MACHINE)

that threaten the flourishment of common life force

(🎵I'M NOT DYING)

in our motivational attention shadows

(🎵YOU SAY THAT WE'LL JUST SCREW IT UP IN THESE TRYING TIMES)

that we need to publicly shed light on in bra(i)nde(a)d hypes

(🎵IT'S COOL, THAT'S WHAT I TELL 'EM)

where we seemingly can talk and claim whatever we want

(🎵NO RULES, UNBREAKABLE HEAVEN📺🛐🤥😷😇)

as long as it pleases by that bent motivational pleasures

(🎵SAID, I'M FINE, BUT THAT WASN'T TRUE)

like deceiving advertising smiles

(🎵HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL)

that without striving for causal touch say

🎵"I LOVE YOU", AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?

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regina-del-cielo · 3 years

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“The Old Guard” Daemon AU: Nicky and the Italian wolf

(Guess who decided to jump on the Daemon AU wagon? Yeah)

I am very very Fond of the idea of Nicky’s daemon being a wolf, and here are all the reasons why

Nicky’s whole Life Philosophy is that the immortals are meant to find each other, and wolves are the Quintessential Pack Animal – and the packs are literal families. 🎶 ~ Found Family Vibes, babe ~ 🎶

Wolves are also one of the (very few) mammals that are monogamous and mate for life – if we were to listen to Rucka, Nicky went from priesthood to THEE Romantic Relationship of The Ages, if that’s not monogamy, I don’t know what is

Wolves’ hunting methods are collaborative, efficient and they either kill immediately or tire the prey out – Nicky is ruthless in hand-to-hand combat, but is also a sniper, which requires a LOT of patience. Sniping is a one-man work, but he also can fight flawlessly within a group – just like a wolf is deadly by itself, but also functions well in a pack hunt

Nicky and a wolf have the same ‘unsettlingly intense stare’ routine going on – those super light eyes zeroing in on you and apparently judging you… yeah.

(that’s the most Nicky face I’ve ever seen on an animal, istg)

Being social animals, wolves rely on a complex array of body language expressions, and Nicky may not be particularly loquacious (except when he wants to Diss a Bad Guy), but his face speaks VOLUMES (yes, this is very much an Ode to Luca Marinelli’s micro-expressions)

The whole Vibe is Nicky being ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you’ and his daemon being ‘looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll’

(no one would suspect Nicky to be an Efficient Killer if they saw him at the grocery store, and most people would be Scared by the wolf daemon, but she is Very Much a Dork)

Like, LOOK AT HER

Wolves are the (unofficial) national animal of Italy, and until the eradication programs of the 19th century, they were common in all woods and mountains of the peninsula. Nicky’s daemon would look like the Italian endemic subspecies of the Eurasian grey wolf, Canis lupus italicus: they’re smaller and ‘scruffier’ than wolves from the other side of the Alps, and their fur is generally a mix of grey and reddish

Also, considering the reputation of wolves from the Middle Ages up to the 20th (and, damn it, 21st too) century, imagine THE D R A M A of Nicky with a she-wolf daemon. Let me paint a scenario for you:

Christianity in the Middle Ages constantly assigned symbology to animals, and in a Daemon AU this would be even MORE amped up – a world in which a person’s soul takes the shape of an animal, and using the interpretations of the Scriptures you can Clock immediately on who’s a good or bad guy? THEY WOULD JUMP ON THAT

While in the ancient Roman society wolves were, if not venerated, at least hugely tolerated and liked (they were sacred to Mars, the founding god of Rome), Christianity viewed them in an extremely negative light. Most animals in Christian symbology possess both positive and negative interpretations, but the wolf? Oh boy – they represented greed and destruction, the false prophets from which Christ, the shepherd, must protect the faithful (the sheep); and Dante, in the Inferno, used a she-wolf as a metaphor for greed and lust (even in Latin lupa, the she-wolf, was the figurative term to refer to prostitutes)

So here is Nicolò, second son of a family of Good Standing (Genova didn’t have the kind of landed aristocracy that comes to mind when thinking of Middle Ages noblemen; even the vicecomites, the noble families that descended from the vassals of the Holy Roman Emperor, had a good foot and a half into seafaring trade, and by then Genova was largely self-governing and independent from the Empire, even if not a Republic yet; so don’t imagine a Marquis or a Duke, ok?), intended for the clergy since a young age, instructed to be a priest, going through the whole process – and everyone assumes that his daemon will take a Proper Shape for a shepherd of souls. A heron (referred in the Bible as ‘the guide of sparrows’, was a symbol of St. Peter), a chicken (Christ was a mama chick caring for her babies), or a dog – dogs are obedient, dogs are protectors of the community, DOGS ARE GREAT DAEMONS FOR PRIESTS

And then, a couple of years before he’s set to become a deacon (the necessary step before becoming a priest), his daemon settles. And she’s undeniably a wolf.

(do I headcanon that Nicky saw wolves while sneaking out of the monastery school to wander the woods? Maybe. Even if he studied in the abbey of Santo Stefano, which is now almost in the city centre of Genova, we must remember that Nico’s Genova was tiny, with possibly 10k inhabitants max. Wilderness was probably much closer to home then than we could imagine now)

The reaction in the diocese is… not nice. Nicolò at first is kinda defensive about it, because ‘what the fuck, it feels right’ and 'is it really that bad? It’s not like she’s a snake, for Heaven’s sake!'

(note that while in Germany and France wolf hunting had already started at a systematic level, in Italy nothing on the sort was happening in that timeframe. Also, Genova and its surroundings relied much more on sea trade and piracy than on agriculture and livestock, so wolves had much less impact on human activities than in other regions of Europe)

(also, the Church may have been spreading negative views about wolves, aided by Lombard invasions in which the Lombards themselves described their raids as ‘wolf packs ravaging the lands’, in true Germanic fashion, but you can’t wipe out more than a millennium of positive cultural association from ancient Greek, Sabinian, Etruscan and Roman times with a snap of fingers)

But he’s been taught since he was a child that Christ is a shepherd and wolves are the Enemy, so he has to think that maybe, maybe, something’s gone wrong? (especially when the freaking bishop of Genova takes him aside to ask him if he has some unconfessed sin that may have influenced the settling of his daemon)

He’s not been ordained yet (apparently in Ye Olde Days you had to be at least 25 to be a deacon, and at least 30 to be eligible for priesthood), and since he’s always been ‘such a good young man’, they allow him to stay for a while. They urge him to repent and confess, to pray and ask the Lord for counsel. Maybe, just maybe, if he repents properly, the evil will leave his soul and his daemon’s form will settle differently

(no daemon in history has ever changed form after settling; but the ways of the Lord are infinite, and He has done weirder miracles than that. You never know.)

By the time Nicolò is of age for deaconate, his daemon is still a wolf. She insists that the form fits her, them, perfectly, and she has no need to change into something else. Nico can pray all he wants, there’s nothing wrong with them

At this point, the only thing he can do is go back home. Now, he’s the second son. His older brother is set to inherit the family fortune (personally I’m digging the idea of his father being a land administrator for one of the Big Abbeys. Nicolò becoming a priest would have been great for the family business, just saying); knighthood is out of the question – it’s expensive as fuck, and it requires training since the age of seven. Nicolò is simply too old for that

also, before the First Crusade the attitude of the Church towards soldiers and fighters was… lukewarm at best. Killing was wrong, and even if one couldn’t avoid going to war if the legitimate king asked for it, if a soldier killed in battle, they had to repent publicly and abstain from Mass and Communion for a proper period of time. Monks were even more adamant against the use of violence – and that’s the cultural imprint that Nico, with his priest training, has received

But damn it, his daemon is a wolf. Every nosy neighbour looks at her and shakes their head, saying that they never would have expected mild, even-tempered Nicolò to have a warrior’s soul. “If this attitude had shown up when you were younger”, his father repeats every day, “I would have invested in a sword and a horse and we wouldn’t be in this mess now”

(the fact that wolves rarely become aggressive without good reason, like hunting food or defending their territory and pups, and would rather run away than attack a human if at all possible, is completely lost on them, so Nicolò being even-tempered and having a predator daemon doesn’t click in their minds. It doesn’t click in his mind for a while, either)

So Nicolò joins the only military body available in Genova that doesn’t require him to be a knight – the crossbowmen. His aim is excellent (he did like hitting targets with a slingshot as a child,thank you very much), and nobody bats an eye at his daemon. He never meets someone else with a wolf daemon, but now he’s surrounded by falcons and hunting dogs, and even a lynx, so he doesn’t stand out as much

Since the crossbowmen participated only at the Siege of Jerusalem, Nicolò doesn’t leave with the first wave of Genoans that went to aid the siege of Antioch – and then came back, while leaving a few merchants inside the city to establish a fondaco for their commerce (maybe his brother does, who knows)

The words of the bishop and every other member of the clergy have been stewing inside Nicolò for a while – he’s been relatively able to ignore them while surrounded by laymen who were weirded out but not too much by her shape, but the promise of the redemption of sins if he fights to free the Holy Land (and apparently, fighting is what he’s destined for, isn’t it?) does appeal to him

Spoiler alert: war sucks Big Time. Especially in Palestine in July, with scarce food, no drinking water, carrying wood while being on the lookout for enemies, and then holding siege in front of a city who has only one side potentially vulnerable to attack

They fight, and fight well – and they also die. Which, fine, it’s a calculated risk. Waking up again is… very much not

(especially when one of the guys you brought down with you wakes up too, what the fuck)

Nicolò and Yusuf keep killing each other for a while, but the sounds coming from inside the walls become impossible to ignore, and they both go inside

Now, let’s be clear. Back in the day, and until the 16th century, unless a city capitulated on its own, when a siege ended it was kinda expected that pillaging would happen. Men of fighting age would be killed, and women and children would be made slaves, unless someone could ransom them. But nothing of the sort was happening in Jerusalem

I said that dogs make great daemons for priests because they’re also obedient (and HDM Lore assigns dog daemons to servants for that same reason). Wolves may be strongly related to dogs, but they’re not dogs – tamed wolves can be trained to obey commands, but they will decide on their own whether to follow them

Nico’s daemon very much relies on those Critical Thinking Skills when they see what’s going on in Jerusalem. Remember, wolves are hardly the bloodthirsty creatures they’re described as. Senseless killing makes no sense for them

She looks at her human and, in no uncertain terms, she says: “No sin is so bad that only the blood of innocents can redeem it. You wanted to come because they told you my shape came from sin, and I obliged you; now that you’ve seen that it’s bullshit, can we leave this misery?”

Nicolò, who’s barely holding up and has gone grey on the face (killing sucks, huh?), just nods and makes to turn around and go out – until he sees his enemy-that-won’t-die-either go in the opposite direction, trying to stop what he can of the carnage

Again, it’s his daemon that urges him to go get him. Not that Nico requires too much of an urge: one man alone, even undying, going against an army in full killing frenzy is pure idiocy, also it’s personal now, that guy is his adversary, thank you very much

(they beat each other up some more after Nico extracts Yusuf from Jerusalem, but outside, where no one can see them. When they’re exhausted, they walk away together. It’s not like they have any alternative. And the rest is history)

Re: Nico’s daemon name – in HDM it’s the child’s parents/guardians that name the daemon; I think that in Christian countries in the Middle Ages, most daemons would be named after an esteemed ancestor (if you were rich enough to have one) or a saint (the city’s patron, the saint of the day the baby was born, or someone the family has recently done an ex-voto to). It’s not that different from actual naming practices still in use today in some parts of Italy

Now, Genova has only male patron saints, with the exception of the Virgin Mary, which is ubiquitous and shouldn’t be counted. As a shout out to Luca Marinelli (whose birthday is the 22nd of October, fellow Libra my beloved) I looked up the day saints for the month of October (with prejudice, obviously. Most of the saints in the calendar are posterior to Nicky’s timeline)

This is how I stumbled on Santa Reparata of Caesarea (Palestine), day saint of the 8th October, whose cult started around the 9th century and rapidly spread through Europe. She is the patron saint of Nice, which in that time period belonged to the Duchy of Liguria in the Holy Roman Empire, and was allied with Genova

(Catch me creating the headcanon that Nicolò’s mother came from Nice and wanted to bestow the protection of her hometown’s patron saint on the child that was meant for the church)

(also, Caesarea of Palestine was conquered by Baldwin I in 1101 with the help of the Genoans, and the so-called Sacro Catino that now resides inside San Lorenzo in Genova was looted from there)

So yeah, I think Nicky’s daemon is called Reparata (it literally means the repaired, which considering Nicky’s history… it fits, imo) – think it’s a weird name? Welcome to the Middle Ages, people.

References (excluding the sources linked directly in the text; a couple of them are in Italian, sorry):

Alessandro Barbero (2009): Benedette Guerre: crociate e jihad. Collana Tascabili, Laterza;

Luigi Boitani (1995): “Ecological and cultural diversities in the evolution of wolf-human relationships”, in Ecology and conservation of wolves in a changing world. Carbyn, L. N., Fritts, S. H., and Seip, D. R. (Eds.). Edmonton: Canadian Circumpolar Institute, pages 3-12;

Franco Cardini (2011): “1097. Genova e la prima crociata”, in Gli Anni di Genova, Cardini F., Luzzatto S., Assereto G., Balard M., Felloni G., Pacini A., Bitossi C., Montale B., Gibelli A. (Eds.), Laterza;

Steven A. Epstein (1996): Genoa and the Genoese: 958 – 1528. University of Carolina Press.

#the old guard #daemon AU #my ponderings #nicolò di genova #my Soft Italian Murder Boi #yeah I love him your honour you got a problem with that?#nature #animals #Italian wolf #HERE IT IS #THE BEHEMOTH POST #I researched FAR TOO MANY THINGS for this #you know what the worst thing about all this is?#that if I make posts about all the others it won't probably be as fucking long #because the others' daemons wouldn't be as ''controversial'' for their time periods as a wolf in the Middle Ages #although this ended up being Very Much an Excuse to fix Nico's background history #Rucka I know you were thinking about the Templars when you wrote TOG #but a guy could either be a good priest or a good soldier NOT BOTH WTF #although finding out that you had to be at least thirty to become a priest DOES bring an interesting twist to Nico's timeline #yeah I'll shut up now

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speedmetalqueen · 5 years

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Little Red Riding Wolf

🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸

Okay so I’ve been wanting to write this for the longest. I hope it’s not complete garbage. As always thank you and enjoy.

🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸🎃👻🦇🕸

🎶 Little Red Riding Hood 🎶

What's that I see walkin' in these woods

Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood

Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood

You sure are lookin' good

You're everything a big, bad wolf could want

It was Hallowseve and you were getting ready to go to a party that you, Robin and Steve had put together in the last minute, as per usual. You were going as little red riding hood, a sexy one at that. You looked yourself in the mirror checking all angles making sure everything was in shape.

You heard a honk outside, signaling your ride was waiting for you. You grab your house keys and Polaroid and bolted.

“Geez (Y/N) what took so long?” Robin laughed as Steve greeted you.

“Shut up Steve, I’m here.” You say playfully. Handing Steve your camera.

“So (Y/N), are you ready to get ‘sheet faced’?” Robin said in a mocking tone as she drove to the party spot.

“You know I love crappy puns Robin.” You said smiling.

“So who did you ended up inviting?” You asked looking out the window. “Pretty much the whole town.” Robin and Steve said in unison.

You laughed to yourself those dorks had became such good friends over the summer break.

“You guys aren’t dating are you?” You asked them jokingly.

“As if!” Robin scoffed.

You looked at Steve and he flipped you off.

“You know I love to rattle you up.” You said as you pulled into the woods.

You had spent all day fixing up the woods with hallowseve decor, food tables, the works. “It looks so much better at night!” Robin said with a squeal.

Little Red Riding Hood

I don't think little big girls should

Go walkin' in these spooky ol' woods alone

🎶Monster mash 🎶

The party started not long after you got there. They weren’t kidding it felt as if the entire town was here. You were enjoying the mixtape you made for the party. Mingling with your friends, enjoying some very fruity alcoholic beverages.

You had spotted a hoard of girls around a guy.

“I see (Y/N) has a crush on Billy—-y!” Robin yelled into your ear causing you to choke on your drink. “Dude I didn’t even know that was Billy, kinda hard to know with him wearing that mask!” You yelled over the music so Robin could hear. As if he heard you he turned to your direction. You just shrugged it off thinking he was probably looking elsewhere.

Everyone looked like they were having a good time, looking around smiling to yourself. You were so glad this party was a hit, I mean you did do all the decor and everything, Robin and Steve just invited people. Not that you were complaining, the more the merrier, right?

It was well into the night, you spotted Billy a couple of times being dragged from one place to the other. He was a werewolf, if you can call it that. Just a leather jacket with a wolf mask, he really didn’t like putting effort into his costume apparently.

His outfit was pretty bitchin though.

🎶 Thriller 🎶

“(Y/N)! Come on let’s dance!” Steve grabbed your hand leading you to the center where everyone was dancing. Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Steve and you dancing to thriller, people joining in between.

“That was fucking great! You guys were awesome!” You said to them taking a drink from your concoction. “That was totally killer! I want to keep dancing!” Nancy slurred her words. “Hey Nans I think it’s time we get you home.” Jonathan said with a shy smile. “Okay—-y!” Nancy said giggling.

You walked them to their car, saying your goodbyes you watched them drive away. You started to head back to the party when you accidentally bumped into someone. You looked up. Was that Billy? “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You said. The person who you weren’t too sure of who they were just stood there. You looked at them confused. “Um,okay. Excuse me.” You said walking away. You headed to the punch bowl. From the corner of your eye you see him follow you.

🎶Somebody’s Watching Me🎶

What big eyes you have

The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

“What big eyes you have.” He sinfully talked into your ear.

“Sorry I don’t talk to strangers.” You said not paying him no mind.

“No need to be shy.” He said taking off his mask, putting a cigarette into his plump lips.

“What do you want Billy?” You asked him cautiously. “I want you. Let’s cut the foreplay and head into the woods. What do you say? I’m your big bad wolf, you my helpless little red.” His eyes gleaming with lust.

“Why? What happened to all the other girls flocking around you?”

“Simple. You’re little red, how convenient for me. I like to stick with my theme.” He said grinning. Why do his teeth look so sexy? It must be the alcohol you said to yourself.

So just to see that you don't get chased

I think I ought to walk with you for a ways

🎶 Halloween movie theme song 🎶

Billy stayed with you talking, ignoring all the slutty pumpkins and slutty nuns. He said he was only there with you because it was close to the alcohol. Does he really think you’d believe that? He was wearing his mask and hasn’t taken a sip. Still trying to get into your pants. Which was becoming easier, you must’ve been on your 7th cup. Your alcohol tolerance was good but you were starting to feel a buzz.

You were flirting, touching him, laughing at anything he said.

What full lips you have

They're sure to lure someone bad

So until you get to Grandma's place

I think you ought to walk with me and be safe

🎶Werewolves of London🎶

“(Y/N) let’s head to the woods, I want to show you something.” Billy said casually as he grabbed you by the hand. ‘He’s gonna show me his dick!’ you said to yourself. You blushed, all kinds of thoughts running through your head. The music drowning out further and further. He led you to an open field.

The moon, a full. Every tree branch, moss, and dew was glowing under the moons rays.

It was a sight.

“Billy, this looks magical.” You said in awe. Captivated by the magic in front of you.

“That’s not what I wanted to show you.” He said removing his mask throwing it onto the ground. He started to close the gap between you two. Slowly leaning into you, smelling his intoxicating pheromones. It drove you wild, it smelled ripe, sweet.

The moon clouded by the night clouds.

He pulled you into a kiss, startled, it took you a few seconds to process what was going on. You gently made your hand wrestle with his beautiful locks, deepening the kiss. Your other hand was holding his face, you swore his face was fuzzy. Did he forget to shave?

You were so lost in the kiss until you yelped, feeling something sharp over your lip, you tasted metal in your mouth. Your eyes went wide. Is that blood? You thought to yourself. You pulled away from Billy, something wasn’t right.

I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on

Til I'm sure that you've been shown

That I can be trusted, walking with you alone

“Billy, there’s blood!” You couldn’t see his face, as if it was a morphed shadow.

They clouds finally moved, the moon glowing on him. What the fuck?

“What the fuck are those?!” You said pointing to his head, were those ears?

His eyes turned completely red, his pupils dilated. His hair started to come alive and swallow his body, his teeth grew, he got taller.

Fuck, you needed to get the fuck out of there. You ran, you fucking ran.

You heard a howl behind you, it was shivering, the hair of your body standing up, making you get goosebumps.

Little Red Riding Hood

I'd like to hold you if I could

But you might think I'm a big, bad wolf, so I won't

You dashed through the woods, maneuvering over trees, your body getting cut up by the branches and vines, a hot trail right behind you. You were getting tired, surely the party was around somewhere. You couldn’t tell where you were.

What a big heart I have

The better to love you with

Little Red Riding Hood

Even bad wolves can be good

You ran, ran until your body gave out. Tripping on a rock, scrapping the shit out of your knee. Blood running down. Shit.

You heard a low growl behind you. Too scared to move, you watched as Billy towered over you.

Swiftly he grabbed you by the neck and pinned you against a tree. Knocking the wind out of you. You were struggling under his strength. He looked you over, licking his teeth.

“Now, now (Y/N) why do you have to make things difficult.” His big canines gleaming.

What a big grin you have.

He sniffed your neck, his wet nose tickling your skin. Making you tremble out of fear.

“I’m hungry.” He said in a low growl his eyes transfixed into yours.

His claws ripping up your suit, enough to expose your breasts being cradled by your bra.

He took one last look at you before he bit off a chunk of flesh from your chest.

I'll try to keep satisfied

Just to walk close by your side

Maybe you'll see things my way

Before we get to Grandma's place

Billy was distracted with his feast. His grip was slowly letting go.

If he was looking at you he would’ve noticed something. Your eyes started to turn red your pupils changing. You started to laugh, your body becoming enlarged.

Your body pulsing.

Billy watched you transform. He was taken aback, your hand gripping on his arm, removing his arm completely, throwing it into the woods.

“Tsk, tsk. Billy you didn’t think you were the only one?” You asked him through gritted teeth. He looked at you with daggers, man was he pissed.

You launched at him clawing his skin with your nails. He bit your ear, causing you to cry. You were in a bloody battle. Biting and scratching anything and everything. Your bodies thrashing around the woods, your backs hitting trees. You fought Billy with all your strength. You both were even in brute and speed. Blood, hair flying everywhere. Even teeth.

Little Red Riding Hood

You were both running out of stamina, both of you looking like shit.

Your body was giving out, you didn’t have much in you.

Billy managed to get one good punch in causing you to fall to the ground, your ears ringing. Billy limped over to you, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you shifted back into a human.

He sat over your naked body looking at you. He was still in his morphed body.

He grinned, blood dripping from his mouth. “I win.” He said as he attacked your neck.

You sure are lookin' good

“Stop! Stop! That tickles!” You laughed.

Billy stopped kissing your neck. Looking you in your eyes.

“(Y/N) you look like shit.” Billy said as he shifted back into his human form.

“Well you don’t look so hot either, I thought you said you wanted to take it easy.” Saying as a matter of fact.

“Well Miss. ‘I’m gonna yank your whole arm off’. You know this is gonna take a week to grow back right? I’ll have to miss school.” Billy said poking at the gaping hole where his arm should be. You giggled.

“I know, I know. But you know how much of a turn on you are when you make me bleed?” You said laughing.

“This is officially the best hunt we’ve done.” He said.

“I can’t wait for the next full moon!” You said as both of you walked towards the party, naked. Most of your flesh wounds were healed already. Poor Billy would have to recover for a week.

You headed to Billy’s car, leaving the party. You were sure you were going to get chewed out by Robin and Steve. You headed to your secret home, you and Billy would go to after a hunt.

🎶I was a Teenage Werewolf🎶

“Well if somebody didn’t leave without saying bye...” Steve said jokingly.

“Leave her alone, she was out with Billy, right? You went home with him?” Robin asked with a grin.

“Come on guys I don’t kiss and tell.” You said, replaying last nights events in your head.

No one knew about your shifting abilities, and no one especially knew you and Billy were betrothed.

“Well anyway here’s the Polaroids from last night!” Steve said sitting down next to you.

You're everything a big, bad wolf could want

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August 20, 2019 Tuesday

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