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ylieke · 2 months
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"Remember me?"
I was deeply impressed by the fact that lycanthropy was meant to be a magical allegory for blood transmitted diseases, such as AIDs. So yes, Fenrir gave Lupin an STD, when he was a little kid. So much to unpack here....
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thisthat-ortheother · 27 days
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uintuva · 4 months
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itkk & sskk: Vampire vs Werewolves
x'D in the new outfits, Kakashi looks like a vampire and so werewolf Uchiha brothers inspecting his itty bitty fangs~!
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goat-boots · 26 days
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comics comics !! woof bark
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muvaginger · 3 months
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Just imagined how hot it would be to see Pricolici!Tengen and Pricolici Hunter! Kyojuro fighting over you but also making a secret pact to protect you at all cost, even if it means they have to work together even though they are supposed enemies by law.
Shirts ripping, sweaty chests being scratched up and bruised and just watching the both of them duke it out just to prove to you how strong they are and how they could protect you better than the other just GETS TO ME.
And then once they are done, (it always ends in a draw) they offer to take you to a nearby hot springs and bathe, wanting to pamper and take care of you. (Also wanting you to take care of them in every way that matters) 🤤
Lawd the things I would allow them to do to me 🤤
A/N: Pricolici is a werewolf/vampire fusion in the Romanian folklore.
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debora-goth · 2 years
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millendo · 2 months
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Resenhas da Mille - N° 2
BRIDE
2024 - Livro 7
Romance | HOT | Sanguessugas e Bolas de Pelo Gigantes
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"Algumas noites, quando ele está passando pela porta dela, ele tem que sussurrar para si mesmo: 'Continue indo'."
Estatísticas:
Data de leitura: 19/20 de fevereiro de 2024
PDF - 410 páginas
Tempo de leitura: 6 horas.
Nota: ⭐⭐
🐺Queridos leitores, vamos por partes.🐺
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As cenas de hot esquisitas, nao gostei.
Pra que uma Língua diferente pros vampiros se eles não falam com ninguém? de onde vem essa Língua? espero que seja melhor explorado em um livro futuro, se tiver.
A construção da politica do mundo é porca, é porca galera parece que uma criança de 13 anos escreveria a mesma coisa.
Como a Ali sendo uma fã de Crepúsculo achei que ela teria aproveitado melhor as possibilidades de um relacionamento vampiro-lobisomem, não é muito preguiçoso e conveniente que uma vampira NAO SAIBA NADA SOBRE ELA E O PRÓPRIO POVO? tipo indefesa de maneira tosca e de propósito,
Porque sangue verde? tem algum motivo pra isso?
Como é o negócio de vampiro compartilhar sangue? nao foi bem explicado pelo irmao dela, foi só umas info aqui e ali, me lembrou uma coisa parecida que aconteceu em The Vampire Diaries na cena que a Elena toma sangue do Damon e nossa aquilo é tao sexual e etc.
O que caralhos é nó? o pau dele tava inchando? é isso? inchando e ficando preso nela? tipo igual cachorro cruzando? BIZARRO.
Ela quase me pegou quando ele quis afastar ela na casa dela, eu quase chorei junto e realmente achei q ele tinha enganado nós duas!!
Quase achei que a Ana era filha da Serena, me perdi no meio e tinha esquecido q a mae da Ana tinha morrido e etc
Nao fazia ideia que o Pai da Misery tava por tras de tudo, realmente fui pega de surpresa mas por que fazer os vampiros tao chatos?
Como sempre a história de parceria e tudo mais poderia ser resolvido como sempre em uma conversa simples de 10 min, achei parecido com a receita de bolo de "A Hipótese do Amor" dela, na verdade é BEM parecido.
EM SUMA: Ruim e esquisito.
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confusedkittensposts · 4 months
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If a warewolf has pearcings and wears rings in them, would that be a problem while shifting?
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thecactus · 2 years
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what i do after i have my morning coffee
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corinthiansenamel · 1 year
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Derry girls except the girls are all werewolves
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andmyvape · 1 year
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What if we like reading about lesbian warewolves?
I shall write a story about two gay werewolves stocking shelves on third shift at the super market and falling in love and no one can stop me
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ralseidreemurr-rd · 2 years
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Tumblr Werewolf/Mafia
Question: What would a game of Werewolf/Mafia look like when played across Tumblr?
For those who don’t know, werewolf/mafia is a game played with a big group of people. Everyone is given a role on the team of villager or werewolf/mafia (or their own team for more complex games) At night the werewolves/mafia kill one player (other roles do their thing) and in the day everyone tries to vote out the werewolves/mafia. Like among us but just the meetings (and in my opinion possibly better)
Could you play this across Tumblr, with reblogs? Honestly I’d want to see if this has been done and if anyone would want to try this I’d be curious to see if it works.
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goat-boots · 26 days
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love to make a comic that's a metaphor for developing chronic illness but not knowing how to let go of exacting standards and then really struggle to make it due to your exacting standards and also chronic illness, if only I had a comic to read that would help me process my feelings about that (I don't, it still isn't finished for some unknowable reasons)
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fallen-angel-92 · 2 years
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She did not belong. She never belonged. So she sits, gives life to where there is none despite the omens she brings with her presence. However, once the paths of death and rebirth become crossed there is no going back.
 The land of Avania where the spirits of the lands roamed free. The eagles roamed far and wind with the horses beneath their wings. Where the rivers flowed into great oceans and beasts dwell deep within the water. It was a place of peace and prosperity. Within Avania lived several different clans, the most prominent and respected was the Garashia Pack. That particular pack of wolvarians were said to be born from the life giver, Avalia, while the Darvar Pack, their polar opposites, were born from Deidamia, the bringer of death and guardian of souls. From both a young she-wolf was born, though she was different from the others.
She was born with the rarest of magics, death, it was said that a wolvarian would be born with white-tipped black fur along with the ability to see death as an ill omen. Destined to bring ill to them. And so she was cast out and forced to leave the place she thought of home. Forced to fight and survive the harshness of many years to come.
“Madam Lyall?” A soft female called out into the darkened room.
Within the only source of light was from the bright moon that illuminated from the window. Upon the left side was a small light from a long small pipe light up for a brief moment before soft velvet female voice spoke up.
“What is the matter, Lillian?” the woman in the shadows asked.
“Forgive me for intruding, Madam, but we have a male customer being abusive to one of our ladies,” Lillian spoke meekly as her jade colored eyes watched as the shadowed female figure opened her eyes revealing brown and gold colored eyes.
Lyall slowly stood up, her long dark blue kimono shimmered underneath the moonlight and her golden hooped earrings stood out. Lyall lifted her pipe to her dark red stained lips, taking a small puff of it before allowing the smoke to exit through her lips. She shifted some of her longer strands of hair from her pixie cut hairstyle out of her eyes. Her eyes then narrowed as she spoke with a hint of cold true anger,
“Then I guess I better go have words with him. After all, I don't tolerate this kind of behavior in our establishment.”
With an almost inhuman grace she moved toward the door, the brunette quickly moved to the side, opening the sliding door full to allow Lyall to exit the room. Her bare feet graced the flush red carpet that held golden trimming, her long kimono dragged behind her as she approached the stairs that lead down toward the second floor. Not long after she entered the second floor landing as she continued forward she was greeted to the site of her large home. The sounds of a fight overturned any enjoyment she would normally have.
“Over there, Madam,” Lillian softly spoke as she pointed at the entrance of the building.
Lyall placed the end of her pipe into her mouth and took another deep breath before allowing the smoke to gently leave her lips as she walked closer to the banister, allowing her black painted sharpened nails to gently caress the beautiful wood.
“My. My. I allow you into my establishment. Allow you services from my ladies and here I find you daring to lay a hand upon her outside of the bedroom,” Lyall called out to the obviously drunk, but angry male patron.
Lyrall watched with a hint of dark amusement as the drunken man began to flounder as she slowly began to descend down another flight of stairs onto the main floor. As she slowly approached him, she could see that he was sweating nervously. 
“I think you need a reminder as to what happens when you break my rules that I have put into place,” She purred dangerously as she took another puff from her pipe, releasing the smoke into the man’s face before reaching over into her the sash of her kimono and quickly pulled out a small sword. 
She quickly sliced at the man’s arm, cutting through the flesh like butter thanks to the magic that was embedded into the edge. She watched with a blank look as the man’s arm slowly slid off his body and blood spewed from his body as he fell to the ground screaming in pain. Lyrall looked down at his body withering and bleeding upon the carpet as she began raised her voice to be heard by all.
“Listen all and listen well! I will not tolerate any abuse within my house. Let this be a lesson if you break the rules and boundaries that are set, I will ensure your life is forfeit!” Lyrall tilted her body slightly as she turned to one of the men that was to her right and said,” Throw him to the rats and make sure he doesn’t come back.”
The large broad man nodded his head as he reached down, picking up the still crying and weeping man and began to carry him out of the establishment. Once he was out of her sight, she took another huff from her pipe and waved over another person this time it was a slime teenage girl. Golden brown eyes met her green ones as Lyrall spoke softly,
“Get the blood cleaned up, Maribal. Go speak with Montia. She’ll assist you.”
She watched as the young woman nodded her head and quickly darted off to do as she was told. Lyrall then tilted her pipe and she knew that her special tobacco was out, just as she let out a small sigh there was a sound of an explosion that shook the foundation of her home.
“Looks like Boom Boom is at it again,” A male voice gruffed out from the left of her.
Lyrall turned her attention to the tall broad male figure beside her, and she spoke demurely,” Shall we go check on him. He seems to have gotten into dangerous material again.”
The male chuckled as he and Lyrall began to head toward the back of the building, candles were alight as they walked toward what appeared to be a normal wall. Lyrall waved a hand, causing several rune-like images to appear before the seal seemed to disappear and a door revealed itself. Lyrall opened the door allowing the two to step inside into a long corridor, with a metal door at the end of the hall. Purple flames illuminated the hallway as they walked, Lyrall then gently asked the gray haired man next to her,
“How are the grandchildren, Raymond?”
“The same. Being a handful,” Raymond grouched out as they arrived at the door.
Lyrall reached over and opened the door revealing a large cave, however the top opened up revealing the beautiful night sky. To the right ran a large river that appeared to be normal, however, it was toxic. To the side they were on was a large machine that was crafted to catch the run off from the upper city. Her attention however, was quickly drawn to a young blonde haired boy that was grinning wildly, with soot covering his face and his yellow orangeish eyes glittering with glee.
“Jamison! What have I told you about those explosives?” Lyrall called out sterly to him.
This caused the boy to jump in surprise as he turned to look at her sheepishly as she approached.
“Leave the lad alone, Lyrall! He was just fine and I had an eye on him!” A male voice called out from the machine.
“Are you sure about that Hymden? You only have one eye, old friend!” Lyrall called with a hint of amusement.
At the question, she heard a grunt and out came a short stocky man with a single green eye and an eyepatch on the other. His bright red hair was pulled back with his bushy beard showing soot marks all along it. He narrowed his eye at her as he gruffly said,
“Aye! Just because I have but one eye doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching the lad!”
“Easy now, Hymden. You know Lyrall is joking,” Raymond said with a grin.
Just as the two men began to bicker, she walked over to Jamison, crouching down in front of him. She could see his gaze was cast to the ground and she spoke in a soothing tone,
“My darling, little exploding sun burst. You know why I tell you these things?”
“So… So I don’t get hurt?” He replied back weakly, his gaze still on the ground.
Lyrall gently put a finger under his chin as she made him look at her in the eyes as she replied back,
“I am not mad, my sun burst. I just want you to be safe so I can see you grow up and make bigger explosions.”
This caused him to beam happily at her, which caused her to chuckle as she stood up and gently took his hand into hers before leading him back inside with the two men finally stopping the bickering, quickly following.
(Hope you enjoyed! I would like to thank @ink-and-dagger and @a-gal-with-taste for being inspirations of this fic!)
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factsversusmyths · 2 months
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