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Top 5 written words moments that speak to you, from books, novellas, visual novels, goold ol' vidyagames, anything. the words that hits like a brick

“Faith, n. Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel.” - I beg your pardon for opening with some edge, but for angsty teenager Drimo, who was positively going through it, and yet who thought himself above simply lashing out at the world around him, the words of Ambrose Bierce's "The Devil's Dictionary" were practically an oasis. This is but one of many such quotes from Bierce's work, most of which are not intending to be edgy or cutting, and more than anything, humorous. Humor has been my strongest tool in dealing with pretty much everything, and I think it's due to The Devil's Dictionary influence on me.

“Ponemos barreras para protegernos de quienes creemos que somos. Luego un día quedamos atrapados tras las barreras y ya no podemos salir. Solo las lágrimas de auténticos sentimientos te liberaran de tu armadura”. -> "We put up barrier to protect ourselves from who we believe we truly are. Then, one day, we find ourselves captive behind these selfsame barrier and we can't leave. Only tears charged with authentic feelings could free you from your armor." - Robert Fisher's "Le Chevalier à l'armure rouillée" (The Knight in Rusty Armor) is one of my favorite books ever, the one, in fact, that taught me how much I could love reading. I'm glad it was the one. The context of these lines is that the Knight, the main character, is trapped in his rusted set of armor, which is a metaphor for his conscious lack of personality beyond what he ever wanted to project. When he couldn't get out of it, it took a long journey for him to realize just how much he hated being "the Knight" exclusively; he is the only unnamed character in the book! He is only ever, The Knight. It is ultimately, after many trials, that he manages to shatter his helmet when he cries about it, because the tears shatter the rusty armor around him. The way I'm speedrunning the description may make it seem on the nose, but throughout the narrative, this is perfectly well done and it led me to a lot of... Personal realizations about myself.

“Los animales aceptan y los humanos esperan. Nunca oirás a un conejo decir: espero que el sol salga esta mañana para poder ir al lago a jugar. Si el sol sale o no sale, no estropeara el día al conejo. Es feliz siendo un conejo. El caballero pensó en esto. No recordaba a ninguna persona que fuera feliz simplemente por ser una persona” -> "Animals accept, whereas humans expect. You'll never hear a rabbit say: I hope it's a sunny morning today so I can go play at the lake. Whether it's sunny or not, the rabbit's day won't be ruined, it'll be happy just being a rabbit. The knight pondered about this. He did not remember a single person that was happy simply for being a person" - Another one from Le Chevalier à l'armure rouillée. Every day of my life, I want to go to bed thinking "that was great" or "I learned something new" or something like that. And accomplishing that starts at the beginning of each day. No matter what, I don't want to let me make excuses, I don't want to let me ruin my own day before it even begins. Unstirred by circumstances, unmoved by temperaments, I firmly believe that your happiness is your responsibility first and foremost, and other things getting in the way of it are things you simply must rise up and surpass. I used to complain about things and blame others for my circumstances. I stopped doing that. I've been happier ever since.

"Seek adversity. Seek strength. The rest will follow." - You can say whatever you want about Dark Souls 2, but it had very clear and congruent themes. Of the lines and messages of this game, it's this line of dialogue, spoken by King Vendrick, that stays with me more so than any other. Because, yes, indeed... Life isn't easy, but it isn't necessary complex, either, and a lot of things are tied to one another... Sometimes, it's as simple as walking down a road, you know? And if you seek self-improvement, you will invariably face off with your inadequacy, and if you beat your inadequacy, if you rise up and acknowledge it and don't hide from it and fight it and win it... Well, the rest will follow.

"¿Cuántos, en la vida, huyen de otros porque no se ven a sí mismos?" -> "Just how many people, in this life, flee from others because they don't see themselves in them?" - From "La Vida de Lazarillo de Tormes" comes this moment that I always think about a lot, particularly in the present day: Even supposedly open-minded people tend to like echo chambers. People with the same opinions and same tastes, and, yes, it's important to be able to relate to those you are closest with, or to people in general... But not for the life of me could I stand an echo chamber. It's comfortable, but it ultimately leads to stagnancy, and a reinforcement of a status quo in which one must always Think The Right Thing. No. I detest that. I refuse to partake of that. If having different opinions or not being mirror images of each other is a deal breaker, I hope there's no deal to break in the first place between us. And after realizing this for the first time, thanks to this book, yeah, I made much better decisions regarding who to fraternize with.

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Five

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: The light of the Hunter’s Moon reveals many truths to you and Austin, and your relationship will never be the same.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Language, Discussion of Hunting and Trapping, Threats of Gun Violence, Injury, Wounds, Blood, Supernatural Themes, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, fingering – m/f receiving, discussion of cum, creative lube, penetration, unprotected sex] - 18 + Only

GIF Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity

Author’s Note: Inspired by the headcannons of @sassy-ahsoka-tano, written with her blessing. Happy Hunter’s moon, werewolf fans! I bumped up the release of this chapter to coincide with the rising of the Hunter’s Moon. I hope you enjoy!

Song suggestion: Champion NEONI

Word Count: 4075

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Early October - The Hunter’s Moon

You missed him, even though he was only gone seven days, even though you’d only made out for five minutes, even though you’d only known him for a month-and-a-half. He turned out to be a diligent communicator; he had let you know when he got home that night, unscathed by Jonah, and had messaged you at least twice a day since. You were treated to photos of Ohio, poetry quotes from the book he was reading, good morning and good night greetings.

Returning his generosity, you sent him photos of the library, a snippet of an interesting document you found in basement archives, and a shot of the first red leaf you found along the lake shore. Somehow, knowing he wasn’t there made you feel more vulnerable. The traumatic replay in your head had lessened. Was mostly relegated to the early morning hours. Falling asleep was no longer a problem. Staying asleep was.

Sunday night, the night of the Hunter’s Moon, you gave up after tossing and turning sleeplessly. You sighed grumpily and made a cup of herbal tea. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you settled onto the couch in your sunroom. The fresh air helped ease the trapped, restless feeling. The light of the full moon lit your yard and the lake brilliantly as you did your best to focus on the crispness of the air, the soothing flavour of the tea.

So far, no howls. So far, a normal full moon night. Until you heard a tremendous yelp from the woods separating your property from Jonah’s.

“God dammit Jonah Lannet.” You snarled and lurched to your feet. It was not the first time that crooked old ghoul had set traps. Nor was it the first time you had taken it upon yourself to let the poor creatures free before he could end their lives. The disgust you felt for that man and his disdain for nature burned away your fear.

You clutched the blanket around your shoulders, grabbing the leather work gloves you left on the ledge beside the door, and shoved your feet into a pair of old boots you reserved for outdoor chores.

You tramped through the woods, the moon providing more than enough light for you to see. To scan the undergrowth for the target of your rescue mission. You sidled through a set of bushes and stumbled to a stop as it was not a fox with its foot clamped in the trap, struggling to free itself. It was a wolf. More specifically, it was the sandy blond wolf who had defended you the night of the last full moon.

It froze as soon as it heard you, brilliant blue eyes glowing with the reflected light of the moon, eyeing you intensely.

“Ok…” you said soothingly, and it responded with a snarl, trying to position its body between you and its leg in the jaws of a particularly gruesome steel trap. The rusty metal was biting into the flesh of its paw. “I’m here to help.” You continued softly, soothingly, carefully pulling the blanket off your shoulders.

The blanket was to cover its eyes, to lessen its fear and protect you from its mouth. You were unable to deny that the size of the animal needing rescue gave you pause, seriously making you reconsider your plan. The snap of a twig from further into the trees sent your head whipping towards the sound. Your mouth went dry at the sight of Jonah Lannet, rifle leveled directly at the wolf, creeping into the clearing.

“Step away from that beast you dumb child, you have no idea what a monster he really is.” He growled threateningly.

All he did was strengthen your resolve. Stepping carefully, you smoothly inserted yourself between Jonah and the wolf, clenching your fists. You drew on some deep indignation, some ancient authority that must have been imbued in you when you accepted your Master’s of Library Science diploma, and stared at him imperiously. Your voice was as sharp and cold as honed steel as you spoke.

“You will lower your rifle when you speak to me Jonah Lannet. And if you ever set a trap on my property again, I will have the sheriff attend your house immediately. Who knows what poison and other torture devices they might find there.” Your insides were trembling like jelly, the word ‘monster’ rebounding around your brain, but you grit your teeth and stomped it down. Poured all your disdain for the old man into your unwavering glare.

His eyes locked on yours, trying to challenge your resolve, to cow you into breaking the eye contact. Time became irrelevant, you did not care how long it would take, you would not budge. Eventually he spit a disgustingly generous gob of chewing tobacco at your feet before turning, muttering to himself bitterly as he ambled off towards his home.

Once you could no longer hear his footsteps you let out a slow exhale before turning back to the trapped animal. Its expressive eyes had never left you, and you could have sworn they held shock as you slowly crouched, pulling on the gloves, as you continued to speak in a low, gentle tone.

“I am going to cover your face now, just take it nice and easy, I’m here to help you.”

You knew there was no way the wolf could understand you…. right? But the tone had worked with the previous animals you had rescued from Jonah.

‘Monster.’ Jonah’s voice echoed in your mind, and you swallowed tightly, covering its head…his head?...with a careful toss of the blanket. Pushing down on the springs of the trap with all your strength, it eventually creaked open, and the wolf pulled its foot free with a heart-rending vocalization of pain.

It thrashed away, tossing the blanket from its head as you pulled back, letting the trap snap shut so it could not injure anything else. You pulled off the gloves, standing to your full height. You were startled to see the wolf had not immediately bolted; that it was walking toward you. You were once again drawn to those eyes…a flash of Austin’s face, that first day you’d met him on the flat of your back, raced through your mind. Your eyes widened as you were finally able to place them.

Standing stalk still, you swallowed roughly as the cool wetness of the wolf’s nose pressed into your palm, the remarkably soft fur of its muzzle sliding along your skin. Taking a shaky breath, you ever so slowly lifted your trembling hand to softly lay your palm on the luxurious fur of its head. You bit your lip as it stretched its neck to press up into your touch, body leaning against your leg affectionately.

Cautiously, you lightly stroked your hand along its fur, overs its ears, smiling faintly at the contented sigh. After a minute or so, it stood fully, turning to head off into the trees. Putting pressure on its back leg, it stumbled with a whine, and you winced in sympathy.

“Let me help you…” You swallowed back your shock as it turned back to look at you. “Let me clean and bandage it, god knows how old and filthy that trap is…”

The wolf eyed you thoughtfully licking its lips nervously. You took a deep breath.

“Austin…please…” You held your breath, feeling more than a little insane, but the way his head snapped up sharply was all the confirmation you needed. Holy shit. You stepped forward, leaning down to grab the blanket before moving towards your house, looking back to see him limping along behind you.

You slowed your pace, holding brush out of the way to ease his path. There was no way you could have carried him, so you settled for walking with him encouragingly. The sound of a distant howl, echoing across the lake, and the answering cry of two other wolves nearby, sent chills down your spine. Austin would not stand a chance if the pack found him right now.

Austin seized the hem of your sleep shirt in his teeth and tucked up his injured leg, loping on his three good legs to hurry you toward your house. You scrambled alongside him, stumbling a little as he shoved you up the stairs with his muzzle against your butt, through your back door. You closed the door behind him, ensuring it was locked securely, before you turned to look at the massive wolf so out of place in your kitchen.

“I’ll get the first aid kit, just wait here.” You dropped the blanket and gloves by the door, getting towels and your first aid kit from the bathroom. He laid down on the rug in front of your sink, the injured paw outstretched to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on it. You knelt beside it carefully and looked to him. “I’m going to start by rinsing it with saline…do you want me to cover your face again?”

He shook his head from side-to-side and you found yourself staring. It really was true…he shifted his leg a little, whining again, drawing your attention back to the injured paw in front of you. You grabbed the cannister of sprayable saline, gingerly lifting his paw to set it on a towel before spraying saline into each of the puncture wounds to flush them out. He whined and you apologized profusely, talking him through each step as you then bandaged and wrapped his paw.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything for the pain…” You murmured, moving to sit on the ground next to his head. He shifted up onto his front paws to press his muzzle into your cheek affectionately, licking a long stripe up your jaw with his warm tongue, before shuffling along the floor to lay his head on your lap. His brow was furrowed in pain, and you gently laid one hand on his flank, stroking along his head and ears soothingly with the other.

His eyes drifted shut, a deep, contented sigh shuddering out of him. You continued to smooth his fur as his breath evened out, as his head grew heavier in your lap, as he fell asleep under your ministrations. You smiled sleepily, your own eyelids growing heavier by the moment. Feeling remarkably calm, and relieved to be not quite so insane, you fell asleep there on the floor, back resting against your lower cabinets.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, the weak light of dawn was filtering through the windows. You were cold, in only your sleep wear, and stiff from sleeping in a sitting position on the floor. You winced at the grey brightness, snapping your eyes shut immediately after opening them. The warmth under your palms, in your lap, reminded you of the events of the night before and you slowly re-opened your eyes. Laying there, head still in your lap, was a very naked Austin. At some point, he had shifted back to a human. His arms were wrapped around your back and in front of your crossed legs, holding you tightly.

You quickly averted your gaze and tried to cover him with a towel to protect his modesty. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of.

Despite your efforts to avoid disturbing him, his breathing changed, a sigh escaping his lips before his long eyelashes swept up to reveal those eyes. They were truly so striking; you felt foolish for not making the connection sooner. They looked at up you filled with awe then. Carefully disentangling himself from your lap, he rose to sit beside you, cupping your face with his warm palms. It made you shiver as his slender fingers stretched all the way the sensitive flesh of your ears.

“You’re still here…” He breathed; voice gravelly as he spoke for the first time that day.

Your eyebrows pulled up in surprise, somehow finding the statement unexpected.

“What do you mean? You’re hurt…I couldn’t just leave…” Your words were cut off by the press of his warm lips to yours in a deep and appreciative kiss.

Shifting closer, your arms slid around his waist, making him inhale sharply and pull back from your lips.

“Shit, you’re freezing.” His hands released your face to rub along your arms to try and warm them with friction.

“Sorry…” You murmured, licking your lips, still savouring the taste of his kiss.

He groaned openly as he watched the path of your tongue.

“Truly I have never encountered someone so innately arousing. You have no idea, do you?”

That was the second time he had startled you that morning. Heat flooded your cheeks; travelled down your neck and chest.

“And then you smell so fucking good, I’ve been hard for weeks…” He continued frankly, hands traveling up your arms to grip your back. “Didn’t even know your name…but I knew I would remember your scent for the rest of my life.” He pulled you forward from your seat against the cupboards, turning your body to lay you on the rug that was still warm from his body heat. “And then you protected me…you saw what I really am, and you stayed.” He settled over you, resting on his forearm while his other hand cupped your face again. “You’re stuck with me now…I’ll never be able to let you go.” He spoke the last in a hushed whisper against your lips before subjecting them to a meltingly sensual kiss that ignited a fire deep in your abdomen, the heat of it radiating outwards, warming your chilled extremities.

You had been paralyzed by the emotion behind his words, staring at him wide-eyed, easily manipulated by his strong hands. But as he kissed you, you found the ability to move again, arms snaking around his torso to hold to him, legs parting to accommodate him. He quickly took you up on the invitation, settling between your thighs, pressing tightly against your pelvis. He had not been lying, you could feel his stiff cock pressing against you through the soft, thin fabric of your clothing.

Hearing your hungry moan, he rolled his hips forward, teasingly, pressing against the source of your pleasure. Your lips tore from his as your head fell back, gasping for breath raggedly.

“Feeling warmer now?” He smirked crookedly, watching your face ravenously as his hips continued rocking against you, more moans tumbling from your lips as your fingers dug into the skin of his back. Your inability to answer made him chuckle breathily before his hips stilled. He shifted back, ridding you of your clothing with gentle expediency before laying you back down. You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent greedily before his tongue mapped the skin of your torso. His mouth was scorching compared to your cool skin, making your back arch needily, whimpering as he sampled the taste of your skin voraciously.

Lower and lower he moved, your legs parting further and further until your hips protested at the stretch, but your hint had not gone unnoticed. He nuzzled his face between your thighs, making you mewl at the subtle scratch of his facial hair against your fragile skin.

“You smell even better here, didn’t think it was possible…but here you go again surprising me.” He spoke huskily, hot breath brushing against you, making your thighs tremble.

His hands settled on your inner thighs, holding them apart before, at last, he caressed your throbbing desire with his lips. Your head snapped to the side with a cry – a combination of relief and pleasure. He hummed against your flesh appreciatively, the vibration traveling up your spine, before devoting his focus entirely to destroying your ability to think, to breathe, with his wickedly talented mouth. Just the right combination of plush lips, hints of sharp teeth, and the slick heat of his tongue. Your fingers anchored themselves in his sandy blonde locks, needing to hold to something to tie you to this plane as he pushed you further and further toward ecstasy.

A whimper of protest fell from your lips as he pulled back, fingers tugging along his pursed lips, wiping them clean as he sat up.

“Now I saw something…ah, there…” His long arm reached up onto the counter, grabbing the jar of coconut oil sitting there, ready to be used for cooking. Such a versatile product.

You raised up on your elbows to watch him curiously, chest rising and falling rapidly thanks to his diligent attentions. Your eyes fell on his erection, standing proud between his legs, head pressing against his stomach, weeping for attention. You licked your lips, but his chuckle drew your attention back to his face.

“Another time maybe, I just really need to be inside you right now.” He chewed his lip savagely as he opened the container, scooping a generous amount with his fingers, manipulating the semi-solid with his hot hands until they shimmered with slick. The kitchen smelled like a tropical vacation.

“Austin!” The feel of his fingers pressing at your entrance made you gasp, made you buck eagerly, made you slide off your elbows onto the flat of your back. Thrusting, stretching, stroking. One finger at first, then two, and ultimately three worked you open, trying to prepare you for his substantial cock.

“Oh fuck, now you smell like dessert.” He growled and used his other hand to spread more coconut oil onto his cock, exhaling thickly, jaw working in restraint. Pulling his fingers from inside you, he stretched over you, eyes seeking yours. “Are you ready?” He asked tenderly, even as his cock strained towards your slick warmth.

You nodded quickly, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to kiss him wantonly. He groaned softly at your initiative and gripped his length, guiding it inside you, easing deeper and deeper, shuddering as your body took him in eagerly. His head hung over your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open at the feel of your around him. You arched your neck back, overcome by his expression, by the fullness inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, the side of your foot pressing against his ass cheek, spurring him forward until you had taken his entire length.

“Fuck yes…” You exhaled, voice trembling as you clung to the back of his neck.

“Greedy little guardian angel, aren’t you.” He panted against your lips before rocking his hips forward, making you both exclaim in sweet agony.

The pace he set was not too fast, but neither was it too slow. It was a steady, insistent rhythm that reflected your mutual need to find release. Cries and moans sounded around the pair of you, clinging to one another, bodies moving synchronously as though your coupling was not your first, but your thousandth.

“You’re close…” He breathed against your kiss-bruised lips, reading the indications of your body clearly.

“Uh huh!” You agreed, voice tight with impending bliss.

He sped up then, the last of his restraint hanging by a thread, desperate to watch you cum. Desperate to join you. The wail that accompanied your orgasm was echoed with his hoarse cry as your climax caused his to overtake him. The feel of his hot, viscous release inside you prolonged your pleasure, made you shudder one last time.

You watched him collapse, boneless, onto the floor to your side. Breaths came rapidly and hearts raced as the aftereffects still had a hold of the two of you. Rolling to your side, you lay on his chest above his rapidly beating heart, smiling shyly as he lay his hand over yours warmly. You pressed your lips to his shoulder softly before pushing yourself up to try and locate the blanket.

“Where are you going?” He asked, eyes opening just enough to track your movements.

“I am not laying on this floor without a blanket again.” You spotted it near the back door and stood, knees admittedly still unstable, to go fetch it. You squealed a little in surprise as he stood and hauled you up into his arms.

“Bed is better…Where is it?” He grinned against your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to get a better grip on you.

“Upstairs…” You mumbled and then tensed. “Wait! Your foot!”

“Oh, that’s already healed.” He grinned cockily and carried you up to the upper floor.

It was an open space at the top of the stairs, with some dormer windows, but no walls. You had turned it into your bedroom, with a reading nook and a desk tucked into the spaces beneath the windows. He sat on the edge of your bed, settling you on his lap as he sought the box of tissues on the night table.

“You’re leaking my cum all over.” He said, sounding incredibly pleased with himself, but cleaned you up with gentle tenderness before tucking the two of you under the cozy blankets.

You wanted to spend more time in that moment, soak in the afterglow, but the warmth of the blankets combined with his body heat had you blinking drowsily.

“Sleep” He whispered softly, kissing your temple, guiding your head to rest on his chest. You gave in with a dreamy sigh, tension leaving your body as you sunk into the deepest sleep you’d had in over a month.

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After all he had cursed the universe, he was utterly astonished that it had sent him you. He watched you fall asleep on his chest, drinking in the way your scent mingled with his, the softness of your skin pressed against him, the way your body leeched off his heat. A soft smile settled on his features, and he dozed patiently, frequently opening his eyes to bask in the fact that you were still there.

His biggest fear had failed to materialise. Not only had you figured it out on your own, which impressed him, you had taken care of him. And the way you had stared down that crazed hillbilly…it made his heart tighten fondly at the memory of it. It was edging closer to noon by the time you woke with a languid stretch against him. He swallowed thickly, gritting his teeth against the immediate rush of blood to his groin, and took a slow breath.

“Hey.” You murmured up at him shyly, undoing all his hard work.

“Hey.” He rasped back at you, but much to his delight you crawled up his body and had your way with him.

He cradled you against his chest warmly as you came down from the high, fingertips running up and down your spine soothingly.

“We should get some food…” He finally admitted, reluctant to leave the bed, to let go of you, but he was beyond starved which meant you were probably hungry too.

The two of you combined your efforts, made a very large breakfast, and took it back to bed. Once bellies were full, he swallowed and asked if you had any questions. You had been exceedingly gracious, not mentioning it once, but despite his fears he could see the curiosity in your eyes. Hesitantly, you started to ask questions, polite superficial ones at first. As he started to answer them, started to open up, there was such a relief. A weight lifted from his shoulders; a knot loosened beneath his breastbone. Once he started talking it was hard to stop.

You listened so closely, giving him the right minimal encouragers, the right follow-up questions, which had him spilling his darkest secrets. He hadn’t noticed the tears blurring his vision as he spoke, tugging at his fingers, stroking his neck, pulling at his lips absently. Hadn’t noticed them until you reached out to gently wipe them from his cheeks. He felt your touch, not just on the surface, but in that dark place deep inside him where he had thrown all the anguish in hopes of it being forgotten.

It all came spilling out of him and you pulled him close, guiding his head to lay on your shoulder. He was completely weakened by your patience and support. Eventually he had nothing to hide. He was emotionally stripped and laid bare before you, and still you held him, stroking his hair, murmuring words of comfort.

He truly would never be able to let you go.

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