#where all the lead up was in the fact that the words bad wolf were written and spoken everywhere around them

[biteofcherry]

Hardwood

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: Though you knew your heat is nearing, the way it hits you in the morning and how you act is very unexpected.

warnings: primal kink; breeding kink; mating cycles; heat; knotting; unprotected sex; dirty talk;

The bed seemed warmer than usual as you stirred from your sleep. Your hand on the vacant spot right next to you, where Ari should be sleeping, trailed after the imprint of his presence.

That he was out of bed before you wasn’t a novelty; though Ari liked to be the one waking you up with his wandering hands and mouth, more often he was up on his feet, preparing for the day - and making you breakfast.

His scent was quite strong as you took a long, deep breath that stretched into a yawn. Fresh pine and resin, reminding of taking a stroll through the woods. 

Perhaps he got out of bed just moments ago. 

Though usually you stayed in bed a bit longer, your consciousness snapped to functionality and your body was rousing with eagerness to find your mate. 

Had to be the hunger, you told yourself as you donned on a washed-out t-shirt and silk, pink pajama shorts. One of Ari’s best traits as a mate was the fact he made hearty, delicious breakfasts. He had zero patience for washing the dishes and often annoyed you with how carelessly he did them, but he made up in the cooking department. 

Your head filled with all the tasty options that Ari could be cooking as you padded downstairs and into the kitchen. However, the moment you stepped inside, your brain lost its track of thought. 

The sight of Ari moving around the kitchen in tight jeans (belt unbuckled and clinking as he moved) and nothing else wasn’t shocking. It was a norm - Ari’s slutty exhibitionistic wardrobe choices. And yes, you always allowed yourself to ogle, since his sinfully hot body was all yours to admire and crave. 

But there was something different with the view he presented this time, or rather your reaction was different. 

Watching Ari in his clothes was enough to turn you on, seeing him half naked had a stronger effect, but the whole process of arousal was a fire slowly growing from smaller flames. This time your whole body snapped to attention immediately. 

If it wasn’t obvious to you that Ari is the center of your wolf’s rapid focus, you’d suspect she sensed danger; that she tensed your muscles and sharpened your senses to react to a possible threat. 

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

When his blue eyes met yours, your body reacted with a gush of slick.

Ari straightened slowly. Each inch he gained as he stretched to his full height thrummed through your body with a jolt of arousal. He reached to the side and turned off the coffee maker, then pushed the pan off the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you licked your lips. 

“Postponing breakfast, since it’s obvious your heat won’t wait any moment longer,” Ari replied. Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was. 

You didn’t deny his assessment. There was no point playing coy, or lying. Not when the craving increased with each passing second.

Your toes curled as you considered simply jumping Ari right there. Then your gaze flicked to the door leading outside into the backyard, a thought of running away with the thrill of adding more adrenaline before your Alpha pins you down and knots your needy cunt.  

“Don’t.” Ari’s warning growl turned your nipples painfully stiff.

Your gaze obediently returned to him. Neither of you moved, the tension grew unbearable as you seized each other up. 

“You like the chase.” You countered, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in excitement. 

“I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

Ari’s possessiveness often irked you, leading to a few loud arguments in the past. You knew it wouldn’t change, not with how close to the surface Ari’s wolf was all the time. Definitely not with his position of an Alpha, which meant that as his mate you were also a tool of power and he wouldn’t allow anyone to challenge him by poaching you.

At the moment, however, there was something deeply satisfying in his desire to keep you for himself only. 

You knew it wasn’t your wolf - that bitch was already in a presenting position whining for the Alpha to take her - it was your human side, the teasing and stubborn streak of humanity that made you take those fast steps toward the door anyway.  

You didn’t even manage to touch the doorknob. 

Large hand gripped the front of your neck, yanking you back into a wall of muscles. 

Ari’s other arm tightened around you, caging your arms at your sides. His fingers curled tighter, pressing into your carotids and threatening to cut off your airflow. If anything, it only made your clit throb harder.

You snarled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Futily. You weren’t even able to shake your head an inch. There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

Ari kicked your feet apart and wedged his leg between them. Your hips rocked against his thigh desperately, silk bottoms sticking to your folds as you drenched at the mere friction his leg provided.   

“Are you going to behave and let me take you to our bed?” Ari grunted, bouncing his leg slightly and making you moan. “Or do you want me to push you down here like a needy bitch in heat?”

You were horny before. You were in heat before. Many times. All those experiences seemed bland compared to the despair you felt. That need burst into a blaze in such a short time, that desire was mixing with irritation and evoking more impatient snarls from you.

When you tilted your head and bared your teeth at Ari, he snapped. 

He bent your neck to the side and sank his teeth into your skin; your whine of pain turned into a little yip as you went pliant in his arms. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. 

Ari forced you down, not that you were struggling much anymore. He got you onto your hands and knees on the hardwood kitchen floor. His grip moved from the front of your neck to the back of it, holding you by the nape as he slapped your ass hard. Once. Twice. 

Then with a single yank he ripped off your shorts, tossing the soiled, pink garment in front of you, so you could see how soaked through they were. 

Heats always came with copious fluids, but - as with desire itself - it built up in hours. Heat with Ari proved to go from zero to hundred in nanoseconds. 

Without prompting, you spread your legs wider and arched your back. Not only was your clit pulsing, but your folds did too, filled with blood and dripping slick. You pushed your hips back, soundlessly pleading for the stretch of your Alpha’s cock. 

“Good omega,” Ari praised as you presented. “That’s it. Open up for the fat cock that you crave so much.” 

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thigh, which was sticky with your juices, then slid them between your swollen folds. He didn’t tease you long, just a few strokes and then he was positioning himself behind you. 

A pleased chirp at the stretch of the head of his cock pushing into your tight hole almost turned into a whine when Ari paused. But it was for a fleeting second, as he changed his grip to use both hands to grab your shoulders. 

Then he slammed into you brutally, the force jerking you forward. 

Ari’s strokes were languid, but purposeful, matching that primal hunger that melted away your humanity and left mostly the animal in charge. Though you still instinctively attempted to scramble away from the hard, merciless fucking, Ari’s hold on your shoulders prevented it. 

The swirls of conflicting thoughts in your head dispersed, replaced by the sole focus on feeling. And chasing that frantic urgency to come. Your body was tuning in with the animalistic taking. Soon your hips were swaying back eagerly to meet each quickening thrust.

As remnants of instinctive fight left you and you gave in to nature's demand, Ari changed his hold on you. Pinning grip on your shoulders shifted, hands moving onto your hips instead to give him better leverage as he pounded you harder. At some point your arms wobbled and you fell forward, bracing your eight on your forearms.

Slight change in position tilted your hips up, allowing Ari’s cock a new angle that fucked the breath out of your chest and caused stars to burst beneath your eyelids. 

You came with a long cry; your walls spasming tight around him. Squelching sounds matched the volume of slapping skin, only barely drowned out by Ari’s growls and staccato of your moans. 

“So fucking tight.” Ari huffed. “Your greedy little pussy’s so desperate to milk every drop out of me.” 

He draped his massive body over you, hands splayed right next to yours as he rutted into you. He almost stopped withdrawing, rocking his length deeper and deeper, and you felt the stretch start to build up. 

“This what you wanted so much, huh?” Ari grazed his teeth over your shoulder, snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” You keened, impatient for his knot to inflate. 

“I know, my little omega,” he kissed the spot he just teased with his teeth, “I can sense that urge to be filled with my cum thrumming through your body.”

You were shaking at this point, thighs quivering as buildup to another climax heightened. It could happen any moment now, but something held it off, as if you were waiting for something specific. Something special. 

It could only be one thing.

“My wolf is so proud that you want to have his pups,” Ari was mouthing along your skin, words unclear the more he nipped and kissed. “But I’d fuck you even if you resisted that need-” his teeth sank deeper as his thrusts grew frantic- “because babies or not, there’s no better fucking feeling than cumming in your pussy and locking you on my knot!”

A second later Ari’s teeth pierced your skin and his knot inflated; spurts of thick, warm cum filling you. 

Momentarily, your whole body seized as your own orgasm hit full force. 

Stronger than before, since your body was finally given what it craved more and responded to each splash of your mate’s cum. The stretch of knot provided stimulation as well, keeping you on that precipice of constant arousal. 

A bit of blood trickled down where Ari bit you, but you paid it no attention, more focused on your Alpha’s comforting heaviness and all the cum that was filling your womb. 

He groaned his own pleasure, trailing his lips tinted with your blood along your back. Irritated with the scrap of fabric he didn’t get rid of before, Ari ripped it off sharply, tossing what used to be a t-shirt aside. His mouth instantly returned to peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and one of his hands cupped your breast.

“These will fill up with milk soon, to feed our pups.” As he squeezed, your pussy fluttered. Or perhaps it was his words and the still pouring cum. 

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. “Your tits are going to be so sensitive and leaking,” he pinched your nipple between his fingers and your clit throbbed in sync.

He played with your other breast before trailing his hand south, to where your abdomen grew taut as more of his cum stuffed your womb. 

“Feeling heavy with my seed?” 

Ari splayed his fingers over the slight swell and pressed. Which caused a whole new wave of sensations that wrecked your body with tremors, stirring heat’s hunger anew.

“F-uck!” A curse bubbled out of your mouth, along with hoarse admission- “Yes, Ari! Feels so fucking good.”

It did. You didn’t even try to comprehend if it was the hormone induced haze of the heat, or the animal side of you, or maybe it simply felt so fucking good to be filled with cum so much. You simply delighted in it. Craved more, too.

“You’ll get more.” Ari nipped your ear. 

“And you will swell with it.” His growl stimulated your wolf, but also your human side reacted to it. “You’ll carry me a litter, omega. One after another.” 

Again, your walls clenched. A small, needy whimper left your lips.

“I see you like the idea.” Ari chuckled, slipping his fingers lower. “Like to be bred by your mate, ‘mega?”

“Nghh, yes!” You bucked against him as his fingertips touched your swollen clit.

“Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

“Now come for your Alpha one more time, so your womb drowns in more of my cum,” he started rubbing circles and wicked eights on your clit. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom. Keep you all cosy and comfortable while you work your greedy cunt to earn another knot.” 

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson smut #alpha!ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson x reader #alpha!ari levinson x omega female reader #bad moon rising #my writing

[rc-writes]

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢  

pairings: benny weir x reader

warnings: one curse word i believe, i say y’all one too many times lol

a/n: this was requested by the same irl friend as my other benny hcs! this blog is going to turn into just a benny fan club soon enough lol. but anyways, i would like to say that in the middle of typing this a roach decided to appear out of nowhere in my room 🙃 that was interesting. also not me writing yet more benny headcanons at 1am. like dude it's bad enough you started appearing in random dreams of mine for a few months (like he’d show up for like to seconds and then dip, or he’d just be in the background and not even say a word) but now you won’t even let me sleep?? 

you and benny had been friends since middle school

which means you guys have been friends forever in your minds

this also means that the idea of benny liking you or you liking him in more than a friend way, and vice versa, was never a thought that crossed either of y’alls minds

for a while at least

since you were friends with benny that also means by default you’re also friends with ethan

and you three, with the occasional rory appearance, most likely spend an insane amount of time together

i’m talking spending full days playing video games or watching movies, grandma weir loving you, having a love-hate relationship with jane, etc.

this leads me to say that there has to been at least one instance where someone though you were dating one of them

or both

which can go one of two ways

either you’re all stuttering, awkwardly trying to explain you’re just friends

or you all laugh it off because that would be ridiculous right?

right?

i feel like if someone was thought you and benny were together he’d be the type to laugh it off

which would lead to you laughing it off as well because once again that scenario never even crossed either of y’alls minds

benny normally flirts with everyone one he sees, especially if they’re the nerd type

it’s like a second nature at this point

so obviously if he never even attempted to flirt with you that means you two are in fact friends, best friends, bros even, and whatever other words that mean friends

until one day benny’s whole universe flips upside down

the gang was fighting yet another monster of the week as per usual

except this entity was particularly nasty and you ended up getting hurt

like i’m talking needing a quick trip to the er kinda hurt

i can imagine trying to explain what had happened was interesting

turns out you sprained your wrist and had a mild concussion

you were going to be fine but the doctors wanted you to stay over night just incase

but no matter how many times you or anyone else said it benny was not listening

you were literally in the hospital, why was no one else panicking??

you are sitting in a hospital bed!!! with a sprained wrist!! and a concussion!!!!

you’d swear you were dying by his shear panic

he’d feel like shit for not being able to protect you

he literally had magic powers so why was this even happening??

you’ve lost count how many times you had reassured him that it's okay, you can take after yourself

i can see him being like stiles in that one episode of teen wolf where stiles fell asleep in the waiting room for lydia until they kicked him out

grandma weir would have to come pick him up and the entire way home she’s all like 👀 because like yes a best friend will get worried about their friend but this seemed like it could be something more

but knowing grandma i think she’d keep her mouth shut and let him figure it out

it’d be funnier that way

and sure enough in the middle of the night benny wakes up in a cold sweat and is like

oh

oh

????

benny short circuits

he decides to ignore that for the time being

but the next day when you’re released from the hospital ethan suggests that they go see you and benny says no

and ethan’s like?? what happened to him thinking you were dying??

eventually benny confesses to which ethan is now even more ????

after some convincing ethan gets benny to go see you

“dude you guys have been friends forever, nothing’s changed”

“‘nothing’s changed’!?!? what do you mean ‘nothing’s changed’?? everything has changed!!”

cue benny being acting so odd once he gets to your place

which confuses and concerns you since less than 24hrs ago he was acting like you were dying

you questioned ethan about it but he quickly and awkwardly said he had no idea

but the fact that he said it in a higher pitch, stuttering, and way over the top about it, made it clear that he did know something

but you dropped because you knew ethan wasn’t going to snitch on his friend

yet, you thought

new mission unlocked for you: figure out what the hell happened to your best friend over night

benny’s new mission was to make sure by all means that you did not find the answer to that

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire x reader #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #mbav x reader

[izvmimi]

cw: post-NRC Malleus, palace intrigue.

Malleus arrives late, as usual.

It’s been years since his time at Night Raven College, long enough that he’s settled into the ebbs and flows of being the acting King of Briar Valley, but this habit remains unchanged.

Dozens of high fae stand in attendance, some of which look anxiously at the clock, however avert their gazes as the at once young and ancient dragon fae makes his way through the pews and to the very front. He glances at Sebek who stands at the right side of the throne, and Lilia who is seated on the far left end of the hall. For once, Lilia has a frown on his face, and Malleus knows immediately that this is a bad omen. When Malleus sits, letting out a sigh as though he is slightly inconvenienced, Lilia stands, while the remainder of the audience sits. 

Lilia announces the first speaker - an elderly looking fae, with frog-like features, large dull eyes, bushy white eyebrows and bushy beard, who rises slowly and approaches, scroll in hand.

It takes him a few minutes to make his way down the hall and Malleus tries very hard not to lose his patience, smile on his face. It’s been harder recently to remain as peaceful as he has previously been, the urge to throw a tantrum rising to the surface and more difficult to suppress every time. They say absolute power corrupts absolutely; this is similar and yet something else entirely. He’s always had power in some way - what this is is not power, but excessive responsibility. 

The old fae opens the piece of parchment and it unfurls, dropping to the ground, nearly thousands of signatures visible in dark, almost glistening ink. 

Malleus does not like this one bit, and shifts in his seat. He’s never liked this particular fae, leading the counsel with words but mostly in opposition to any ideas he comes up with, citing tradition as his cause. Bullshit.

The speaker clears his throat.

“Your Highness, in light of recent tensions, I think it might be high time to exile the remaining humans from the kingdom and I have taken the time to cite the names of all those who agree with this proposal.”

There is a very brief silence, where both Lilia and Sebek stand completely still, as though they were turned to marble. A sudden hush falls over the crowd as well in response to the immediately palpable tension in the air. 

Malleus’ eyes grow dark, and nothing is said for the next few moments. Even breathing appears to stop. 

Lilia wonders if there is something he needs to say. Sebek’s hands are clearly twitching around his lance, held parallel to his body at rest, and his rage is clearly evident. But Malleus is icy cool. In fact, his smile widens and the green of his eyes seems to intensify in emerald now, despite the dark look of just moments earlier.

Lilia notices the glimpse of claws that reveal themselves for a split second as Malleus reaches out his palm, requesting the scroll. He wonders if the rest of the court sees it too. Perhaps they do, because as the old fae hands over the scroll, his hand is tremulous, and that tremor seems different from that of age.

Malleus smiles and holds the document with the tips of his fingers. His eyes scan the list and he makes mental note of every name involved for further management later.

“This must have taken you a moment to get together,” he says, chuckling even. Sebek gives him a look of confusion and then glances at Lilia, who says with his eyes that he has no idea what Malleus is thinking.

The counsel attempts to answer, and Malleus cuts him off.

“Court is adjourned.”

“B-but-”

Malleus leans forward and smiles wider still, enough that the gleam of his fangs is visible. For a split second, the elderly man envisions a wolf’s jaw snapping around a lamb’s neck, and then wonders if this was a thought or a planted vision.

The fae, except for Lilia and Sebek, file out of the room, clear out of the room, not unlike cockroaches, the shuffle of shoes and quiet murmurings following them. Malleus still holds the scroll in his hand and Sebek takes a step forward.

“Wakasama-”

The scroll burns up in a green blaze, disappearing into ashes so quickly one could wonder if it were ever truly there.

Sebek grimaces.

“Malleus, are you sure you should have done that?”

Malleus turns to Lilia rigidly. “Don’t worry, I remember the names of those who signed.”

He rises and starts walking and Lilia and Sebek follow quickly.

“Your Highness, what is your plan?” Sebek asks. He too is still stung by the idea of exiling his own father, but he knows Malleus would never allow it, especially when the one he loves is…

“I promise not to execute anyone,” he replies simply.

“That wasn’t the question,” Lilia replies sharply. 

“No one is being exiled,” Malleus decides matter-of-factly. 

“You can’t just burn up things you don’t like,” Lilia admonishes. Malleus stops walking and turns quickly towards him, anger now finally evident in his features.

“I didn’t, did I? He left in one piece, did he not?”

Lilia pauses, slightly taken aback, but then smiles. His hand rests gently on the young king’s shoulders.

“You’re right. You did your best.”

Malleus lets out a breath he barely realized he was holding.

“What do I do?” he finally asks. He bites his lower lip. “They… they’ll never accept her.” He’s hidden you away for long enough, and wonders if he’ll have to hide your human nature, forever.

Sebek looks away as he thinks of his own love, tears pricking at his eyes.

Lilia whispers, “give it time.”

There’s nothing else to do but wait.

#malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst imagine #malleus x you #thoughts: malleus #daydreams: twst #mimi's notes

[leftonread247]

remus x fem! reader where she has to go to a dinner party and she brings Remus along as a plus one. the party is for her and all her writer coworkers. anyway the reader is really nervous because her ex boyfriend is there and she doesn’t want to see him because he broke her heart. protective Remus and comforting Remus plsssss 🥺🥺🥺🥺

𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑨 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 | 𝑹. 𝑳

remus x fem reader au where voldy never existed. 450 words Some mentions of sex. please be kind <3

You’d been really looking forward to seeing yours and remus’ friends. You wore this cute new summer dress you’d got that made your boyfriends eyes practically pop out of his head.

As you touched up your makeup in the mirror, you felt the arms of the werewolf wrap around your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You look incredible” he told you in a rough tone as your cheeks heated slightly.

You leaned back against his tall frame and smiled at him in the mirror. “Not looking too bad yourself there Lupin” you replied, your normally playful tone more soft and affectionate.

“You know we could always just stay in tonight” he said with a cheeky wink. You playful hit one of the arms he’d snaked around your waist and shook your head disapprovingly. “Now now Remus, we haven’t celebrated my promotion yet and tonight is a good chance for you to meet my favourite coworkers” you laugh. He laughed with you but nodded in agreement. “Then let’s get you in your shoes” he said softly. He kneeled down and in a very prince and Cinderella fashion, he placed your feet gently into a pair of your favourite heels and fastened the strap for you. He stood back up, pecking your lips softly before he the door so you could both leave.

After a short drive you arrived at the restaurant, greeted by your favourite co worker, Esther. “ hey y/n I love your dress! It’s so cute” she gushed, admiring it. Este was the only person to have met Remus previously due to how many times you hung out with her. She greeted remus before turning back to you “I’m sorry in advance” she said with a frown, her brows furrowing together.

You tilted your head with confusion “Este? What’s up?” The black haired woman sighed and gestured to the table, before leading you both in that direction.

Your stomach turned and you shivered as your eyes landed on your ex. Your dirtbag ex. You shouldn’t be that surprised, he worked closely with the publishing agency you worked for but previously they’d been an understanding that you two wouldn’t be made to interact with false civility. In fact you’d made it clear that if you never saw him again, it would be still too soon.

Nevertheless this was a work event and so you plastered on a fake smile and gripped Remus’ hand as you sat at the table, hoping the man that last broke your heart didn’t take notice that you were seated in spitting distance from him. If only you were that lucky.

Your ex, sat back with a cocky grin, eyed you with mischief and a curious smirk “hey y/n, whose the new guy?” He asked, gesturing his head to Remus.

Now Remus could be rather protective of you but he was also one of the most calm people you’d ever met. “I’m Remus” he said, standing and offering the guy his hand which he accepted. You could tell with the way your exes smiled tightened that the wolf had gripped his hand harder than necessary, asserting his dominance and you found it hard to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

Remus sat back down and you notice your ex flex his hand. The werewolf put his arm around the back of your chair and kissed your cheek. Remus was very much informed of the drama that had ended your last relationship and he’d been the one to pick up the broken pieces, something you were very grateful for.

He leaned closer to you with an innocent smile on his face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear making you giggle and blush, much to the disapproving looks of your ex boyfriend.

Remus insisted on doing everything for you that night. His doting on you and his undivided attention distracted you from the other man sitting near by. He made you feel at ease. And when he wasn’t pouring your wine for you or helping you in or out of your chair, he was cracking jokes with your coworkers, making an excellent impression on everyone including your boss. As the evening came to a close, Remus tapped his spoon on his glass and stood, getting everyone’s attention. He looked over to you and smiled at you fondly before delivering his speech.

“I’ve known y/n since school. She’s one of the most talented writers and editors I’ve ever met. Beyond that she’s compassionate and goes out of her way to help others. I’m so very proud of you y/n and it’s a privilege to be here, by your side, celebrating one of the many accomplishments you’re going to make in your life. I love you. To y/n” he said, finishing his speech. Everyone toasted to you as your boyfriend sat next to you, kissing you softly on the lips before you both sipped your drinks.

Your heart was full of love for Remus and for your coworkers who’d celebrated you and made you feel like one of the most luckiest women on earth. And you definitely felt like one of the smartest in this moment. But as you all chatted on about different things, you realised the smartest decision you’d ever made was to love Remus Lupin and it was a decision you knew you would make over and over.

#💌​signed sealed and delivered #circe mail🌙 #remus x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x you #remus lupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus headcanon #remus lupin imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #the maruaders #hp marauders

[modelbus]

eyup model!! Hru?? Hope all is well… but lets get to the important shit, THATS RIGHT! ITS ME, YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED FAVOURITE ANNON, ✨🌌🌙!!! Y’know, the one that writes SUPER detailed, SUPER long and SUPER off-topic-for-the-first-half requests!!!! (If I keep this up for long enough, you’re gonna have to add a ✨🌌🌙 Annon section to your master list. /hj)

that makes me think about when I first requested, I wonder how long its been.. I THINK my first req was Cut Chaos.. one sec lemme check………

AYE IN 4(ish) MONTHS IT’LL BE A YEAR SINCE I STARTED HARASSING YOU WITH MY THINK OF BRAINS!

been a while.. I’ll need to remember to write a DUMB request in june.

SO. REQUEST. YES. I DO THAT? I DO THAT.

okay so idk how to format this but here,

She/Her pronouns for plot. y/n is honestly, REALLY bad at pvp, she’s know amongst the SBI for being.. a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but the wolf has no teeth. She likes flowers, pastel pinks, purples, and blues, she likes cottage core dresses and corsets.. So on the surface she looks like a pretty, little, innocent streamer!… yeah, no. Sure, shes pretty as fuck, but little? She is SURPRISINGLY TALL. half the fan base is fully convinced EVERY photo shes in is photo shopped, but sure enough, shes 6’4! Innocent? Say the words ‘Arson’ ‘Crime’ or ‘Manslaughter’, and you practically summon her. (Every SMP she has been on, has in-fact seen not only her enemy’s but HER OWN, Builds being blown up and/or burnt to the ground AT LEAST, 3 times.) shes also know for her ADORABLE builds (shame half of them end in ash..), her parkour skills.. and uh.. being complete garbage at anything pvp.

Well twitter being twitter, a lot of sexist 12 year old boys, and Andrew tate fans like to be.. REALLY creepy and all ‘perfect house wife’ about her. (You get the gist no more detail needed.) While they may not know it(they ignore it/pretend its fake), she’s actually quite strong in real life, often picking up her friends in irl streams and running away with them as a bit (with consent ofc)! But in minecraft, that doesn’t really show.. so naturally being the absolute fucking queen she is, about a year ‘n a half ago, she decided she was gonna be fucking great at pvp. Naturally not telling anyone but techno (so he could teach her, duh) and avoiding all pvp for a year, lead to people joking about it more often.. this didn’t bother her, it was actually perfect, she had been getting better. Like really. Danm. Better. Practicing even without techno and on an alt, and at this point? It felt natural to be disappointed at a 25 win streak.. she went from 0 to about 30-40 average win streaks.. in a year and a half.. she was dedicated, okay? Her fans did notice her getting a little rusty at parkour but they just assumed she had been to busy to practice as much.. they were right but not about what she was busy doing.. So, she obviously invited the sbi, and a few other friends (Tubbo, Ranboo and Dream.) to play a custom pvp themed game, with the stream titled ‘I haven’t pvp-ed in a year and a half, and now I’m doing it again.’ where they were split into two rounds, (y/n and techno being in both but the rest in one) all in hardcore and spawned on opposite sides of the map, having 30 minutes to gear up, before pvp was turned on, and no going to the end, no other rules than one hour to be the last one standing, they could team, they could camp, they could use tnt minecrarts, they could go to the nether, anything. it was all game.

only two people expected her to crush almost everyone. I’m not even sure if those two people were expecting her to come second one round, and WIN the other.. but with her getting half the kills in round one and losing to techno in a final battle where she held her fucking ground like a boss ass mother fucker, and winning after techno killed Dream and she ambushed him after using a god apple..

lets just say after a couple things trending, a lot of fanart and A LOT of sapphic women going crazy, nobody dared to question her dedication to proving she was a fucking force to be reckoned with again.

(It also became a very popular running joke that she got more women than any other Minecraft CC.. you don’t gotta include that just- just make it cannon.. oops, dropped my gay onto the request lemme fetch that rq..) (yes, I wrote this y/n as my fuckin dream girl, I’m a simp okay..)

haha.. ha.. BRO AT THIS POINT I’M JUST WRITING A FIC AND TELLING YOU TO RE-WRITE IT BUT MAKE IT GOOD I- feel free to change what ever, the top half is mostly just context- even if you don’t do this request you should reply to it so its not lost to the void- I.. I’m sorry man I keep doing this to you-

OH WELL JUST PRETEND THIS IS WAY SHORTER THAN IT IS OR IGNORE IT IDC EITHER WAY HOPE THIS GIVES YA INSPO POOKIE (the pookie was ironic I swear-) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

For our one year anniversary I’ll make a special section of my master list just for you bbg <3 also don’t judge me for this title I was STRUGGLING

Pairing: what the fuck anymore Actual pairing: Fem!Reader x Cc!Phil, Cc!Tommy, Cc!Technoblade, Cc!Dream, Cc!Tubbo, Cc!Ranboo

Flower Power

You were pretty happy with who you were. A badass woman who just so happened to be the epitome of flower power? Hell yeah.

Fairy lights twinkle in the background of your setup, a wall full of vines and LED signs providing extra ambience. That’s not to mention the special keyboard—resin flower keycaps, they were on sale okay—alongside your setup in general. Even your mic had cute animal stickers on it. Well, except for the one Tommy gave you of his face? It was weird.

Right now, though, you aren’t at your cute setup. No matter how much you loved it, you were at least aware that you couldn’t send every waking moment at it. You weren’t quite that much of a content machine.

So of course you go outside to film vlogs with Tommy! Totally reasonable break from filming content: film more content!

Jokes aside, you loved hanging out with your friends. Getting dressed up just for Tommy to inevitably ruin it was practically your good luck ritual. The sheer number of skirts, shawls, and even socks he owes you is astronomical.

Today he had promised nothing messy (for once), so you took your chance. Pale blue corset embroidered with flowers and a flowy white skirt, you were practically screaming your aesthetic to anyone who looked at you. And Ranboo had given you a dandelion for your hair, which only added to it.

”Tall fuckers to the back for the photo!” Tommy shouts, and the poor bystander he roped into taking the photo stares. “Which obviously means me—“

“Get your short ass back in front.” You order, snagging his shoulders and forcing him in front of you. From your side, Ranboo snickers.

“Welcome to the club, king.” Tubbo tells Tommy before grinning at the camera.

“What the fuck.” He grumbles. “She’s hardly any taller than me!”

“Keep lying to yourself.” You put your elbow on his head, just to add insult to injury.

“Um, I got the photo I think.” The stranger says, holding Tommy’s phone out to him. He takes it without even looking at the photos.

“Thanks.” He says after you clear your throat pointedly to prompt him.

Seeing their chance to escape, the person just nods and hurries off without a single glance back. Probably glad to be rid of your wayward group of streamers and YouTubers.

“It’s a decent photo.” Tommy begrudgingly admits.

“It’s my cue to leave, actually. I’ve got plans.” Tubbo says, checking his phone.

“Why do you get more bitches than me?” Tommy whines.

“…it’s my mother.”

“And we all know I get the most bitches.” You jump in, high-fiving Ranboo blindly. You nearly hit his face, but that’s okay. It would’ve been funny.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Tommy elbows you, all gangly limbs and pointy bones. “We’re playing Minecraft later, right?”

“Not me.” Tubbo reminds him.

“No shit. I was talking to these two idiots.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll be on.” You lean over him, looking at his phone for the time. “You’re aware we need to leave if we want to make your stupid fucking steam time?”

He looks down, eyes widening. “Oh shit!”

Just for making you run home, you blow up his house on Minecraft. For the fourth time. It was ugly looking anyway, nothing like your adorable mushroom house, so he was practically begging for it to be exploded.

It’s his fault. Always.

-

“You really want to attack me from there?”

Your hands freeze on your keyboard mid-movement, making your character in game also freeze at Techno’s words.

“Not anymore?” You laugh nervously.

“Right answer. Try this again and I’ll pretend like I don’t see you.”

PvP training was going great, and by that you mean you’ve been killed every single time by one swing of his axe. It was no secret that you were bad at fighting. Your go-to tactic was to load up on TnT and hope for the best, which met… many criticisms.

And you were sick and tired of it. It’s time to reinstate your badass reputation and become a ruthless killer in a video game. Innocent bedwars players would never know what hit them! Hopefully, at least. Right now, you’re still working on that.

“Fuck!” You exclaim as Techno kills you yet again, the respawn screen flashing up.

“If you with to defeat me, train for another—“

“I’m trying!”

-

@ GenericUsername Anyone else notice that our resident flower girl has been avoiding PvP… poor girl is TIRED of being flamed

-> @ EatingLipSkin She deserves it for how shit she is for dying to magma blocks that one time

-

Slowly, so fucking slowly, you watch your bedwars win streak increase. Slowly, you watch your skywars win streak increase.

Somehow, against literally all odds, you’re learning how to girlboss PvP. Although when you told Techno that he seemed mildly confused, but you were definitely girlbossing PvP.

Which was exactly why you knew this stream was a good idea.

After a year and a half, you were hosting a huge stream with a bunch of your friends competing in a PvP tournament. Tommy insisted on there being a prize, so whoever wins gets the highly esteemed Tesco’s gift card you’ve had in your desk for five months. A battle of true honor, of epic consequences.

“Alright guys, so here’s my plan.” You tell your stream, mining some wood to craft basic tools. Everyone has 30 minutes to gear up, then it’s an hour till the winner is crowned. With the map having a small border, you’re counting on some cheeky kills from sneaking up on others. “I mine first, stock up on iron. Make a diamond axe if I can, but mostly go for lava buckets and backup gear.”

Your plan is put into motion quickly. With the new iron veins, it’s incredibly easy for you to get geared up within fifteen minutes. Venturing back up to the surface for food, you spot Tubbo without any armor killing sheep.

Perfect.

Sneaking to hide your name tag, you venture up a tree to get closer to him. You added a proximity mod, so you can hear him talking to his stream.

“We need lots of food, chat. All these guys— these guys don’t know the importance of food!” He’s saying. It’s a smart plan; if only you weren’t planning on killing him and taking his food.

“Hi Tubbo!” You shout, dropping down and killing him with a few swipes of your axe. “One down, just a few more to go!”

As people die left and right—most dying to you, to everyone’s surprise—you pointedly avoid Technoblade. The student will never surpass the master, after all. All your tricks came from his playbook and you really didn’t want to see how competitive he’d get for a gift card he’d never even use.

Dream was slain by Technoblade

Your eyes widen in surprise at the chat message, quickly stretching your fingers to press tab and bring up the list of players left alive. Only yours and Techno’s show.

“Oh no.” You breathe, freezing. “Oh God, chat. I have to murder Technoblade. I have to disassemble his organs and destroy his aorta.”

Suddenly, you’re paranoid as all hell. Randomly going into F5 as you kill cows, checking every angle.

“The student thinks she can challenge the master?” Techno asks, and you shriek in surprise as he digs up from below you.

“I fucking knew you’d say that! You predictable pig!”

“But you didn’t know where I was going to come from.” He points out. You know him well enough to detect the faint line of amusement in the words.

You groan, eating a steak. “Let’s dance, Technoblade.”

“Let’s die, actually.”

He comes at you with an axe, immediately disabling your shield. In retaliation, you swap to a fishing rod to lure him back in when he tried to run off.

As the two of you fight, you find yourself getting closer to your monitor, keeping your mouth shut as you concentrate. Fingers flying across the keys, you scroll to your lava bucket and attempt to burn him. By some miracle, he manages to avoid it and get a hit in on you.

“Oh my God.” You breathe at seeing how many hearts it takes. “Is that fucking enchanted?”

“Is yours not? Get good, nerd.”

You jump past him, placing a quick block to act as a barrier as you smack him with your own axe. Diamond, so it should make up for the difference in strength of his enchanted iron axe.

He loops around a tree, but you momentarily lose track of him. “Where the fuck—?”

As you notice your hearts depleting, you whirl around. Instead of doing the smart thing a retreating, you jump forward and crit him out. If he were any other player (cough cough, Tommy), he’d run. But he’s Technoblade. And all he does is crit you in return, killing you.

“Fuck.” You groan, leaning back in the chair.

<Technoblade> If you wish to defeat me train for another 100 years

Rolling your eyes at the chat message, all you can do is wait for the server to be reset with a new map and everyone living again.

You do the same tactic again, gearing up as quick as possible. It seems like other people have stolen your idea, but go about it in different ways based on the achievements. In the chat, you watch as Ranboo gets the achievement for entering the nether and then Tommy gets it right after.

“I will gift twenty subs if one of them isn’t dead within… five minutes.” You wager to your chat, laughing slightly. They’re still busy freaking out that you placed second last round, making you smile. “Guys, what’s wrong? You didn’t think I’d get kills? What am I known for if not manslaughter?”

A few minutes later—just under five minutes, might you note—Ranboo’s death message pops up. And then so does Tommy’s. Ranboo was killed by Tommy, but apparently Tommy burned to death? You can definitely picture his dumb ass walking into fire.

“Well… looks like I’m aiming for Phil.” You sigh. “I’d feel too bad to kill Tubbo again. But I’m not fucking with Dream or Techno— losing fights and all that.”

You start mining up to the surface, digging through some deep slate you had gone through. “Wait, is this wood?” You ask, scrolling to your axe to mine through the oak planks. You mine directly through a mineshaft, gasping in surprise. “Oh!”

There’s a chest in a minecart right in front of you, so you open it, hoping for some cheeky diamonds. You’ll even take wheat; food is food.

“Oh my God!” You shriek, probably bursting more than a few eardrums. “A god apple— oh my god! We’re fucking winning this one, guys! Cower at my name! But first we’re getting out of here before a spider kills me.”

You run around for a few minutes before stumbling into Dream and promptly running the other way directly into Phil’s house. Why he was building a house on a PvP server? You’ll never know.

“Oh, hi mate, what’re you doing?” He asks, hands empty of any weapons. You scroll onto your flint and steel silently. “Listen. We can talk about this. You don’t need to do this.”

“It’s too late, Philza Minecraft.” You answer, lighting some of the logs on fire. “Should’ve made it out of stone!”

Turning, you light the ground under him on fire then scroll over to your axe. He’s not expecting it, and although he gets a hit in with his empty fists, you still kill him.

“Just Techno and Dream left now.” You note. “Let’s just… hope they battle it out.”

To keep yourself occupied as you wait for the last five minutes before the borders shrink, you start setting cows on fire and collecting flowers. Poppies and dandelions fill your inventory, your little good luck charms.

“Alright guys. Someone go sneak into Techno’s chat and snitch on what’s happening for me.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Kidding, kidding. Don’t do that.”

Just as the one-minute warning pops up I no chat, Techno’s death message does. You gasp loudly, before grinning. “It’s my time to shine! I’ll avenge Techno!”

The world border starts to shrink behind you, but you’re already on the move. Knowing Dream, he’ll probably be in the center of the map. If you can catch him while he’s looting Techno’s body, you have no chance of losing.

“Stop saying good luck chat, I don’t need any good luck.” You grin, spotting Dream’s name tag. “I’ve got skill.”

Before you throw yourself at him, you eat your enchanted golden apple. If you trade blows, you’ll end up winning with the extra health. And two hearts is all you need.

“Ohhhh Dream!” You shout, catching him with a swing of your axe as you jump past him.

“AHH— what the fuck? Where did you come from?” He runs after you, making you do awkward jumping around to avoid his fishing rod.

“Stop! Stop that, I can’t— Dream!”

“Are you regenerating? Did you go to the nether?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile.

Because God apples don’t just give you extra hearts; they give you regeneration.

“I did one better.”

You hit him with your axe again, trading blows with him just like you thought you might.

“You’ve got to be low, how low are you?” He asks, hitting you again, but it’s too late. His body explodes on his death, his items flying out everywhere. You throw your chair back, jumping up and shouting.

“SUCK MY FUCKING DICK HATERS! I’M THE NEW PVP GODDESS AROUND HERE!”

-

@ WomenLover MOMMY? SORRY... MOMMY? SORRY

->@ TheRealBIcon dont be sorry we all thinking it she HOT HOT

@ S4pph1cSarah Anyone else see that fanart of her winning the PvP tournament… woo boy…. I’m… not okay…

@ S4pph1cSarah A thread of the HOTTEST fanart I’ve ever seen of our beloved streamer <3

@ SmexyWomenNearMe Me: “where is she?” “Her parkour skills are rusty how odd” “she’s streaming less” Her: “Watch this fuckos I’m badass and a killer”

->@ TwilightReference ”this is the face of a killer Bella”

@ CottagecoreBadass Can we talk about how dedicated she is? Like yeah she’s hot. So hot. But she’s also insanely badass and commited???

->@ CuteBuilder101 Best type of woman fr fr ->@ StarAnon Cottagecore + badass + chaotic force of nature = her (my dream woman)

@ StarAnon She really just drew all the women lovers outta hiding huh

@ ThisIsTheWriter Idk if I want to be her or if I want her but man. Oh man. I’m so bi.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #technoblade #tubbo x reader #tubbo #tubbo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo #philza x reader #philza

[leonsbunny]

Red and The Wolf

( Re1!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || haunted house fun!! ♡ getting lost with a werewolf || warning: cussing but for comedic effect )

[ requested by @maccaronimassacre ]

“Don't worry, I'll protect you! Don't worry your head- like ever because I'll scare all those zombies away! I promise!” Your friends' words taunt you mentally as you try to navigate around the library with only half a map. Your friend, of course, tore off the other half in panic as you both struggled to grab it, in the frenzy you're left (quite literally) in the dark Spencer Mansion library, using the shelves to guide you along its maze-like paths. That and the faint moon light in the barred up windows let in. Really helped with the ambiance. “Protect me, my ass! That bitch left me when the zombies came swarming in-” your tone of voice gets louder, despite being in a library as you spoke. Talking like someone was really there, beside you. The Mansion really was getting to you now, huh? 

There was, in fact, someone right there beside you. ( More like behind you). And for someone as tall as him, he was really good at sneaking around. 

“That bitch said he'd protect me from fake zombies! Fake fucking friend!” you shout out to the darkness around you, and from that darkness a chuckle rumbles from it. 

You thought you were alone. 

Hearing the sound makes you run deeper into the library like a scared deer in headlights, how fitting once you hear what sounds like a howling noise behind you. Sounded like a werewolf.

The noise only makes you run faster, through a door, pass a weird looking bust sculpture hanging onto a wall until you're left cornered without anywhere to go. 

Loud, heavy footsteps get closer to your hiding spot in an obvious spot. You weren't that good at hiding when you were scared, the werewolf thought, snickering behind his mask. 

The figure towers above your own curled up, with you behind a desk. A dumb spot to hide, really but what else could you do? Fight a werewolf?

The werewolf fumbles with something in his pocket, sounded analog but you couldn't exactly tell what it was. 

Then, you hear a click. 

The wolfish sounds stop. 

“You're not supposed to be in here, you know that?” A voice says, followed by the sound of a switch flipping on. The room fills with light, as your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you're in a storage room. And in front of you was a man, in a werewolf costume. 

“Are you lost? You seem lost.” He says, not letting you talk as he helps you up. “Also that hiding spot isn't really good in a haunted house.” He comments, chuckling slightly at how confused you look. “Wait…where am I?” You ask, blinking confusedly at him. 

“A storage room, Red.” He says, giving you a nickname and yet he didn't know your name. Calling you red based off of the red jacket you were wearing. How fitting. Red riding hood and the big bad wolf. 

“I have a name, you know.” You say back, dusting off your jacket. Hiding underneath a desk didn't do well for your back. 

“What's your name then, Red?” He asks back, playfully. 

After you tell him your name, you learn that his name was Chris. You also learnt that after he took off his werewolf mask that he was surprisingly cute. 

Chris leads you through a labyrinth of secret passageways throughout the haunted house, it seemed like he knew the place like the back of his hand. 

Coincidentally, he doesn't notice that he's holding onto your hand. Yet you notice a lot. Not that you minded- of course. He holds your hand because he “doesn't want you to get lost” he says, which was true. Getting lost was surprisingly much scarier than the Spencer Mansion itself. 

“Some friends you have, huh?” He comments, after you explain your situation to him. “You're lucky I found you before Wesker did- he'd be pissed that someone got into the storage room without his permission.” He chuckles, holding you close as you both squeeze through a tight hallway. You tense up against Chris, trying not to make this any more awkward than it already was. 

“Sorry, (Y/N). We're almost out of here. Don't worry you'll get your freedom at last.” He promises you with a smile as you inch closer to the exit. You're both finally able to breathe again when you both leave that hallway that most likely wasn't OSHA approved. You didn't want to dwell on that. You didn't think you'd find yourself in this situation either. Being saved by a werewolf in a haunted house. 

After going through another labyrinth of hallways and passageways you're finally outside, the cold air outside was a stark contrast to how it was inside the Mansion. Without words, you sit down on a stone bench near the entrance. 

Chris sits next to you, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “You made it out alive, good job.” He says, in an encouraging tone. "Thanks.." You sigh tiredly and lean against his shoulder. Today was a long night, but at least you made it out alive.

#꒰͡ ♡ chris redfield ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ #₍˄ . .˄*₎◞ 🐾 request!! 🗯 #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧

[rivalriotrenegade]

Werewolf Jason Todd Pt.2!

Jason has four forms. First is his human form. Second is basically a human form just with ears and a tail, maybe some claws depending on his mood.  Third is his wolf form. This is literally just him as a giant ass wolf. Nuf said. Fourth form is an even gianter humanoid wolf. Basically what people think of when they hear the word ‘werewolf’. 

Today we’ll be talking about Jason's second form. His half’n’half! 

There are times when Jason’s animal instincts take over. It doesn’t happen very often, maybe 4-8 times a year. But when this happens he often shifts into the half human half wolf form. (So just wolf ears and tail) Sometimes he’ll lose himself and just wander around the house in a haze looking for you. During these times he mutters things under his breath like “Mate. Mate. Where’s mate?” “Need… mate.” “Gotta… Gotta find mate.” If you’re home Jason will inevitably find you and when he does he will do this stupid head bump thing where he gently bumps his head and rubs it against you before wrapping his long arms around your waist, picking you up, carrying you to your room and plopping you down onto your ‘nest’.  

If you were doing something important before this, well that sucks because you're not going anywhere and these little episodes he has can last anywhere from 10 minutes to literal hours. 

But on the bright side he will then begin to try to make you comfortable all while muttering things like “Precious mate.” “Keep mate warm.” “Keep mate safe.” “Lovely little mate.” and “Mine. All mine.” Once he’s done wrapping you in blankets he will join you under the sheets. On a good day he will scent you, which is basically just him rubbing his face against you so you’ll smell more like him. On a bad day he’ll groom you. Hope you like slobber, because that boy will lick your face in order to ‘clean’ you and no matter how hard you struggle you won’t be able to get away from him. It’s gross. (He was honestly sooo embarrassed the first time this happened he wanted to crawl into a hole and die… AGAIN!) But once he’s decided that he’s either scented or groomed you well enough the rest of the time will be spent with him cuddled up to you purring. (His tail will also be thumping away)  

If you’re not home well he kinda just stands there for a hot sec before going to your room and wrapping himself with your things. Since he’s not really in the right mindset he’s really a pretty pathetic sight. Mans has abandonment issues so the poor boy is convinced his mate left him and he has no idea why. When you do finally come home you find your 6’3 boyfriend wrapped in blankets and bawling his eyes out. When he realizes you're there tho, he’s practically stumbling over himself to try and get to you. He will bury his face into the side of your neck and belgian profusely apologizing and begging you not to leave him. You will have to spend a lot of time calming him down and assuring him that you’re not going to leave him. Once you’ve calmed him down, lead him to the bed and cuddle the hell out of him! Boy deserves it. 

So side note: The half&half form is not a normal form werewolves have. On the night Jason was killed the Joker had injected him with a formula that kept him from shifting, but being desperate Jason tried anyway. Since the formula didn’t quite work he was left with only his ears and tail. When he was resurrected this was the form he took. He struggled a lot with controlling this form at first. If he got annoyed at the littlest of things he would lose control over his shifting and it would happen. It was extremely embarrassing. He honestly hates this form. It’s also not the best on his mental state given that it is an unnatural mix of wolf and man. Which explains his really weird behavior. 

Jason really trusts you. When he’s with you he’s allowed to be seen at his worst with no judgment or backlash. The fact that you not only deal with him when he gets like this, but also take care of him means the world to Jason. He hates himself for putting you in this position. I can’t even describe to you the self loathing he feels after an episode like this. No matter how long you two are together this is always going to be something that happens and Jason is scared that one day you’ll leave him for someone more normal. It takes a lot of reassurance and praise and love to make him feel better about the whole thing. Please just be there for him. He needs you. 

(Wow this turned depressing. My bad y’all I’ll do better next time. Maybe...) 

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Early Purge/HPSC Purges the hero ranks AU

my brain is still on this.

But anyways so: Before Izuku goes to UA, there's a full scale purge of the hero ranks, where certain heroes are fired/arrested depending on what the HPSC gathered on them. Like for example: Death Arms gets sacked because 1) his performance in the sludge villain attack wasn't great and he's been noted to kind of have a bad time with collateral and 2) super strength is a dime a dozen, he's easy to lose.

Some agencies such as IdaTen, Put Your Hands Up, Endeavour's and Fatgum's all knew this was coming, so they hired a bunch of sidekicks out of the numerous competent heroes to keep them from the purge, which also targets glory hound indies unless of course they have a useful Quirk (such as Mt. Lady as I think Giantification Quirks are rare). When the purge ends, they begin letting the sidekicks loose to be heroes on their own terms.

This... changes things.

For example: Stain attacking Tensei in my head was related to how many sidekicks he had (oh, he gets the glory of them all/he takes advantage) and seeing that the Purge happens and Tensei lets a lot loose kind of... shakes up Stain. Because a lot of Stain's ideology is tied up in the idea he's a lone wolf who targets heroes who society will not punish. He along is the saviour of society, that the world will remember him as the voice of reason, that only the true hero All Might, blah, blah, blah. You get the point.

But here is the HPSC getting rid of so many heroes who were only in it for the money. Leaving behind competent ones, and even posting information on WHY.

Stain's entire shtick gets SHATTERED. And even if he decides they missed son, he's not going to have as big of a platform because people can look shit up about them.

There's other stuff to i would add:

-A purge like this happened about twenty years ago when All Might became known as the symbol of peace five years after he came back to Japan. It's far enough back people forgot about it and a majority of heroes now never experienced it. This is why only some agencies held on, because those heroes or retired heroes passed on the word to them.

-Aizawa gets his own eye-opening because I love the guy, I do. But I am very convinced he has a chip on his shoulder and a bit of a habit of assuming things and refusing to let them go. Seeing the HPSC step up kind of shakes up his own worldview, and he ends up learning that no one told him or warned him because they knew he'd be safe given UA and his Quirk, and because his attitude annoys some people. It leads to him revamping his teaching style upon realizing that the HPSC will take steps if needed to.

-Bakugou gets a very harsh reality check that strength isn't everything, as he looks at reasons why a lot of the heroes got fired. Collateral damage, attitude, popularity... admittedly he doesn't really connect it to himself until... well...

-Nezu cackles and revamps the entrance exam to. Now they get a much longer list of points and reasons why they got them or didn't get points. Bakugou gets a card announcing since he got no rescue points he isn't first for the entrance exam while also lambasting a few other things. He isn't happy.

-This also affects Shinsou. He got a few more points then canon due to the new system, but given they noticed his attitude around 'traditional' heroic Quirks and the fact he's a beanpole in canon until buffing up later, he gets a 'you'll get into the heroics course if you get to the one on ones during the sports festival/someone gets expelled'. His parents hear about this and stick him in therapy due to the fact his attitude cost him.

#bnha #bnha au #the purge of heroes

[unpopularshipbracket]

Round 1a Match 1

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon (Entropic Float)

Fic count: 0

Liam Dunbar/Hayden Romero (Teen Wolf)

Fic count: 336

Propaganda under the cut

Rashmelie:

"this essay is going to be reused whole cloth from the submission of them to the 17 million years of pining poll! because unfortunately i do not have the energy to go insane enough to write up anything new oh.

my god. where the fuck do i start with them for real.

okay so, theyve been friends since early childhood, and before either of them came out (Rashmi is agender, they/them, while Amelie is a trans girl, she/her, and they are both mspec which is a bit less relevant but is also there). the earliest time that we know that they have feelings for each other is when theyre both 14, and Rashmi - already out, with their entire family (parents and grandma) supporting them without question - is moving. uhhh 90% of american geography names are the same to me so i might lie there. from Nevada, where they both grew up, to New York, where Rashmi is planning on studying dance further, which has always been their plan; around 14 is when they ran out of teachers at home.

they quietly hope Amelie doesnt confess her feelings for them, as they fear it might tempt them to stay, which they cannot allow themself to do. Amelie, meanwhile, is very carefully not thinking about gender, because her parents are quite frankly the worst. over the course of the years before they meet back up, Amelie has had some dates, but each time, they dont work out, and in her own words, put logs on the flame she carries for Rashmi.

Rashmi, meanwhile. gets married. one of Rashmi's biggest struggles in their romantic pursuits has been the fact that they are both Indian and queer. it has been a struggle for them to find someone who respects both - someone who respects their gender identity while not throwing their culture under the bus. that is one of the factors contributing to the way their relationship with "Ajay" (we learn that this name isnt his real one, but it was magically replaced in Rashmi's memories of him and we dont know it) played out: he is also Indian, and the first thing he asked them upon meeting them was what their pronouns were. and it was all good.

until it wasnt.

i would love to get into that deeper, but the important point is that "Ajay" is kind of a piece of garbage, whose crimes include finding Rashmi's address when they didnt give it out, deliberately not sending Amelie her wedding invitation because Rashmi told him they used to have a crush on her, driving them to drop out of dance school, and general possessiveness (notable being the fact that, whenever he is home, he always asks them to stay home too, which leads to them dropping their social circle and their hobbies). one of the places it grows from is "Ajay" being ace and not quite believing that Rashmi accepts that. he also has a substance abuse problem.

all of that culminates as they return from a short visit to their parents, and he in a fit pushes them down a long flight of stairs.

in the meantime... god, i cant even figure out what parts of information are important about Amelie here. i would put as notable the fact that she only figured out she was a girl something like a year before the events of the game - and only ever came out to Rashmi, who in turn told their parents...

and who didnt realize that Amelie's workplace didnt know. her workplace is just. terrible in social terms. she loves the work itself (its food industry, a restaurant in a casino, dont remember the exact job description) but her coworkers are being the absolute worst. a cesspool of toxic masculinity. also an environment for Amelie's undiagnosed psychosis. she is prone to auditory hallucinations.

after being outed to her boss while also hearing from Rashmi's parents that their husband is... lets just say bad for them, she, while safely at home, hallucinates that her boss or maybe her father is breaking down the door.

simultaneously with Rashmi as they are falling down the stairs, they make Wishes.

these are not widely understood; from the context of the game, it seems as though some people get a Wish when in significant peril, or in distress. you do not need to use the Wish immediately as you get it, but they both did.

essentially, what Rashmi Wishes for is a way to escape from their husband that wouldnt raise a fuss; and Amelie Wishes for a place where she and Rashmi can both be safe. (i am very muddly on the details there) their Wishes create the anomalous clocktower where the game takes place."

Layden:

"THEYRE SO FUN !! liam and hayden went to the same middle school and absolutely hated each other because they got into a fight right before picture day in 6th grade and they had black eyes and bruises and shit in their yearbook photos. they meet again in their sophomore year of high school and both of them are still holding that grudge a little bit, before liam tries to make amends. plot stuff happens and liam ends up saving haydens life, and their romance kinda begins. teen wolf has this lore where werewolves can take pain from people (it’s a weird show with weird lore) and they both take each others pain by kissing. hayden (temporarily) dies in liams arms and when she comes back she says nothing feels right anymore, except for him. during their first season they also have this fun romeo and juliet/opposite sides dynamic. and in their second season hayden puts her literal existence at stake because she trusts liam enough to save her. theyre so good."

#poll #entropic float #rashmi jamil #amelie macon #teen wolf #rashmelie #layden #liam dunbar #hayden romero

[razorsharpteeth]

TIMING: Recent PARTIES: Shan @plunderwater and Samir @razorsharpteeth LOCATION: WR community center. SUMMARY: Shan shows up to Samir's volunteer position and offers an agreement of sorts. Samir is suspicious, but takes her business card. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Shan watched her prey with keen eyes. It took her a while to find him, but she was patient. In her line of work, patience was everything. It wasn’t enough that she could gather all the relevant information she needed. It wasn’t enough that she found out where they lived or at least where they usually were, places they frequented, jobs they needed to go to, etcetera etcetera. It wasn’t enough that she knew their strengths and weaknesses, how to take them down if need be, what strategies to employ to make sure they wouldn’t be the last. At the end of the day, she had to make sure not to spook her quarry. The hunt doesn’t always have to end in blood. Theirs or hers. 

Despite all that, Shan admitted to herself, as she continued watching the man do some unnecessary volunteer work, that she in fact had yet to gather all the relevant information she needed. She knew the man lived somewhere in Harborside but he also had a lot of irregular jobs that none of them seemed vital enough to be scouted. All she knew was that he was someone interesting and that he was a volunteer. What kind of people volunteer this much? Sinners. Actual or not, all fueled by guilt. This man definitely reeked of guilt. But what kind? The one that directly leads to death? Or the one born from inaction, from regret? Hopefully not the one that leads to a fight… I just had my hair done.

His hands were dirty. In a metaphorical and literal sense, actual dirt lining his fingernails. The blood on his hands wasn’t there, at least not any more, but sometimes when he saw his hands from the corner of his eyes he swore it was there. Dripping, wet and slick and sticky. Samir ignored it, whenever such visions plagued him, and continued his work. It was better to dirty your hands in a community garden and to scrub them after, to try and just make something grow, keep it alive with touch, water and care. Weeding was meticulous, dull work — but it was what he thought he deserved, what he thought was best for him to do with those damned, bloody hands.

He was fatigued, truth be told. The blue moon had taken its toll. He’d awoken foggier than usual and when whispers of the last fight had reached him, it had become clear it was because of the tranquilizers they’d used on Razor. Worse were the whispers of what he’d done in that fight. Samir didn’t much care about the injuries he’d sustained, dealt with them he always did – quietly, messily – and now just did his side job. The one meant to cleanse his soul. (It wasn’t working so far.)  He glanced up, at some point, his hands itching from the weeds. There was a woman there, and he offered a smile, a small nod of his head.

Shan returned the man’s smile with one of her own. Despite the fact that he was looking a little tired and dirty, the selkie still thought he seemed…tasty. Most likely not the appropriate word but close enough. She wondered how ‘dirty’ he could truly be, unintentionally biting her lower lip. Or maybe it was intentional? It was hard to know these days, especially in her line of work. What she does know is that the smiles exchanged between them was just the opportunity she needed to broach the unfamiliarity that distanced their pair. “Hello, handsome,” she purred. Almost literally. Thank the heavens she wasn’t a cartoon wolf. ‘Awooga’ was a bad first line. “How’s the weather down there?” Not a better first line but it should do.

“Call me Aika,” she tried to give him her hand. Like an old-timey lady. From an era mostly forgotten. Unlike his, hers was clean and dainty, as if it had never seen any semblance of hard work. Perhaps not in the context of every day blue collar experiences, but make no mistake Shan’s hands have seen more hard work than they let on. If you ever get to know what she means. Once he was close enough, she’d whisper softly to him, so just the two of them would hear her. And also lure him in with her scent, with an implied intimate sensation. 

“I think you may need my help, and I just so happen to be interested in some information you have,” Shan winked, despite the fact that she wasn’t even quite sure if she could help him with anything more than a few hours of delight. “In other words — you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.” And maybe we can do more together.

People flitted in and out of the community center all of the time, so he was hardly suspicious of a new face joining the fray. Some of them didn’t want to speak, some of them did. Some just wanted to be like him, crouch down until their muscles soured and weed the community garden in the hopes it might also make their own life a little cleaner. When she called him handsome, though, Samir was a little surprised. “Hello,” he said in return, not tacking on any complimentary word in return. “Well enough. Little less humid, I guess.”

He got up when she held out her hand, though. Once upon a time he’d been taught to be polite, to have manners. Working with high-paying tourists had made him all the more mannered, if the situation asked for it. Still, his handshake was somewhat rough and clumsy, a representative of his person. “I’m Samir. Did you —” want to help?

But she told him what she wanted before he could finish his question, though he couldn’t say it was entirely clear to him what she was hinting to. He was taken back, for a moment, to the person who’d brought him into the Grit Pit. I can help. He wiped his hands on his jeans, shrugged. “Don’t know if you can help me. I don’t really need any help and, besides …” Another shrug. “I’m not sure what I have that I can give you. Maybe you can be a little more clear.” If he’d not been in the town he was in, with the things he’d seen, he’d think she was maybe a bit confused, lost in the head — but Samir knew better now.

He was not interested. At least that’s what Shan thought at first. But then again, everyone’s always a little bit interested. She justified his lack of a flattering response with the gardening and the location. Maybe he just didn’t hear her call him handsome. Maybe he was just too tired from all the hard work that he didn’t catch up on it. Maybe he just needed more subtle prodding, like an experienced fish waiting on the bait to move so that it may chase after it. 

At least he shook her hand. Rather clumsily, though. Maybe even a little too rough than most handshakes. Was he just awkward with these things? Maybe he just wasn’t getting enough compliments to make them a normal thing. Poor attractive manly man. “Samir? Do people call you Sam? Because I think I might prefer Samir more,” Shan gave him a quaint chuckle. She’s met more Sams than Samirs. It was like a breath of fresh air to her.

“Care to take a little walk with me then?” Shan’s offer was not meant to be necessary. Even if he didn’t care to take that walk with her, she’ll still continue the conversation. It wasn’t like she could afford not to. She was already here, and she already broached the subject. Might as well just swim into the current. “Your…job,” she kept the words as normal as possible. Just in case they had unwanted eavesdroppers around. “Not this one. I would like to hear about it, and then offer help with your…condition.” That word has never failed her in her line of work. At least not yet.

People called him Sam. His siblings had, friends back home, a large assortment of colleagues. Samir didn’t mind it. He minded it when people called him Sammy, which was a nickname more reserved for that family he didn’t speak to as often any more, those people out there across the country. “I prefer Samir as well,” he said, however, because he did. Especially with strangers. He didn’t mind friendliness, but he didn’t want to give the illusion that he was cool with people he barely knew using nicknames.

The stranger’s intentions remained unclear as she asked him for a walk and he wanted to just say no. He wanted to weed this garden, to feel as useful as the tools he used and like nothing more. Samir was ready to open his mouth and tell her that he was busy, that he had no interest in a walk — rejecting such a seemingly innocuous offer seemed almost cruel, but he was exhausted.

But then she went on. Job, she said. Condition. There was a tenseness gathering between his muscles, and he forced his jaw to remain slack. He’d been clear that he wanted a separation between Razor and Samir, that his human life should remain unaffected apart from the injuries he carried. And yet here a stranger was, hinting at things no stranger ought to know. “I don’t have any interest in a walk. Or telling you of my work — I’m a private person. And like I said, I don’t need any help.” He cleared his throat. “Where’d you hear about any of this shit, anyway? It’s … personal.”

Shan smiled. That’s one thing they had in common, and that’s one thing that should help this entire encounter sail smoothly. When an informant, well, informed her through a letter disguised as a bookmark in between the pages of a hardbound copy of Melinda Leigh’s Catch Her Death that someone ‘interesting’ was at the community center, she didn’t think much of it. When the same letter implied that this ‘interesting’ fellow was associated with a certain ‘location’ in a certain ‘neighborhood’ in town, she changed her mind. After all, she’s visited that same ‘neighborhood’ a lot, though she’s never done the same for that specific ‘location’ and thought the ‘interesting’ fellow a delicious means to a curious end. 

Rooting out the ‘interesting’ fellow in the sea of selfless (ugh) volunteers had been hard. Or at least Shan thought it should have been. But with the other candidates not as ‘interesting’ to her as this Samir, definitely not as capable of surviving that ‘location’ with their lives intact, there was no better option. Her instincts served her well. That defensiveness, that…determination for what’s private to remain private, and the curiosity to hunt down the disrespectful snitch, all of these things made her feel good about her choice. “If you change your mind,” she offered him a business card with nothing but a phone number underneath a drawn image of an orchid. “I’d like to be a friend.” 

“Some…of the rats in that…neighborhood can be a little chatty when their lives depend on it,” Shan shrugged, feigning disappointment at the aforementioned…rats. “Caught by the wrong people, their whispers could cost someone good and kind…” She gestured toward him with her eyes. “...their peace and even lives.” For some harmless information, harmless to him anyway, he could secure some needed…discretion. Or whatever else he wanted to trade.

Where there friendships that started off this way? Samir didn’t only doubt it, he knew it to be untrue. This was nothing if not something seedy, something born from some kind of underbelly — much like the Grit Pit itself, much like perhaps even werewolves. He took the business card all the same, though. If he was one thing, it was a survivor. He knew better than to spill his guts to this stranger, but he also knew better than to not take this small thing she offered him. A card that he could set on fire or recycle if he wished, or could save for future use.

Who knew, what tight corners he might end up in. Who knew. His position at the Pit was generally good, but it wasn’t a place of comfort or security. His contract wasn’t one that offered him many ways to go. “I’ll keep it in mind,” he said, though what he’d do with the memory of this interaction went unsaid. He didn’t quite know, after all.

He stared at the other as she lifted a veil, wanting to ask whether it was her who had put someone’s life in a situation where they’d felt inclined to talk. But Samir swallowed the question after he’d closed his mouth. “And would you describe yourself to be the wrong people? Are you telling me I should be worried about you … knowing what you think you know?” There was law enforcement, looking for a cause behind the trail of death he’d left in his wake, that had ended here. There were hunters. “Not saying you’re one of them rats, but you … talk to them, clearly.”

“Me? Oh, no,” Shan did her best impression of an uwu face. That usually worked, mostly because she never looked like she could pose a threat to anyone. Most of the time, that was true, especially on the surface. She wasn’t muscular, she looked dainty, and 10/10 times, she was light as a feather, easily tossed or thrown across the room. But the danger that she could be has never been physical. She has never dreamed of being a violent threat, knows she could never be one. Shan was more of a sinister threat, the kind that could strongarm the worst of people without even lifting a finger. “You’d be able to break my bones so easily, and not in a fun way.”

That was the truth. Shan didn’t think there was a need to lie about what was so easily seen. Compared to him, and most others, she was a flower. He could step on her, and if not in a fun way, she’d just wilt. “I’m more of a friend than an enemy. At least I’d like to be. You scratch my back, I scratch yours? That kind of deal,” she made sure to purr at him, which she wouldn’t have if she really knew what he was. But all Shan knew at the moment was he was a man working at a place he needed some information on. That was all she thought she needed to know. “The rats like to talk to me. Doesn’t mean I’m fond of them.” She looked him over, a playful smirk finding its way across her lips. “I’m more fond of making sure you live longer.”

Shan was a simple woman despite all the mystery and vagueness — amuse her and she’ll be on your side, but scorn her? What scorned person would remain by their scorner’s side? Only a victim would remain with their punisher, and Shan was no victim. At least not when there’s no fun benefit to it. “Are you married? With a girlfriend?” She fluttered closer toward him, a hand hovering above his chest.

She was small, sure, and not build like someone who was immensely strong — but Samir knew that didn’t have to mean much. Corinna didn’t look like someone who was physically intimidating, but she had plenty of dangerous creatures and men wrapped around her finger. Besides, information was worse than a punch to the gut or face. “I’m not asking if I could break your bones,” he pointed out. “I’m asking if I should worry about whatever you’re implying.” He wasn’t interested in violence, despite the ways he kept doling it out. Even as a human, there were people he’d hurt. Punches thrown in bar fights. A gunshot echoing against a hunter. He ignored the thoughts.

“I don’t usually make friends like this,” he said. “I still don’t see how you can scratch my back. Just hearing empty words. A vague threat. What is it you want?” Samir was growing agitated, nervous in a way he hadn’t been in quite some time. Rox had been charming, had seen an opportunity in his position as a wolf with no control — and though he was glad for the situation he was in now, as it was an improvement, he knew somewhere he’d been manipulated into it. “Why are you insinuating I might not live long?” He sounded more pressed now, showing his agitated hand. 

She inched closer, talking in a voice that he might have appreciated in another life, at another place, during another time. But Samir inched back. “I’m not interested. Just talk to me straight, will you? These games, it’s bullshit. What is it you want, what you’re offering? Or is it just this, talk?”

“A man of your condition,” Shan took a gamble, like she always does, believing more fighters at that place would have something that bound them to, well, that place. A condition would suffice. Why else would anyone want to work there when they could work elsewhere, a fight club or whatever that didn’t need to hide in the town’s shittiest neighborhood? The selkie didn’t believe that a normal, ordinary, every-day, condition-free man would ever associate with that place. How could she, when she’s never even stepped foot there, witnessed what kind of solace or freedom such a job offered? If she had, she’d most likely stay away from it. “...should always be worried.”

Shan shook her head, discreetly watching anyone else that might be watching them back. This was taking a long time, the negotiation. Usually, she’d have a foot in the door by now, or maybe even a flipper. If she was lucky, if her charms worked, she’d be sitting in a chair, sipping tea, in the new…associate’s psyche. But this man was different. Like he was actively resisting being tamed. If she wasn’t distracted by the possible, unseen dangers from the Pit, she would’ve considered that a very useful clue. 

“Information, Samir,” Shan stated plainly, eyes narrowed at random others around them. “...on your employer, interesting information…” When she turned her eyes back to him, she put on a smile, focusing on the possibilities of this would-be partnership. “...and in turn, I can get you any information you need any time you need it.” It was always a hard bargain. Unlike money or something else that was material, information wasn’t a treasure most people thought valuable. Until of course it bites them in the ass. “I can also deliver information to anyone you want any time you want. Full discretion, of course.”

That was true enough. And worry Samir did, albeit about different things these days than he had a year ago. He worried about the Grit Pit and what it said about him. He worried what it meant that he was an asset in their arsenal of twisted entertainment. He worried that maybe one day, he’d die in that pit and not even be conscious for it. But he no longer worried that he’d kill a random civilian, a tourist visiting the coast. “Yeah. Sure.”

What she wanted was for him to go behind the back of a fae who had so-called lesser creatures killed for entertainment and shock-value. He blinked at her, wondering why someone wanted information on the Grit Pit, what the intentions might be. Surely not something heroic and morally sound, that was for sure. And what did the woman have in return for his betrayal of his employer? Information. He shifted uncomfortably where he stood, but could at the same time barely resist a laugh.

“I don’t care about information. I know all I gotta know, you see.” Which was little, admittedly, but Samir thrived off his ignorance. Life was easier to lead with his head down in the sand. “My employer pays my bills, anyway. Don’t wanna mess with that.” And knowing Corinna, it wouldn’t just come with a warning, was he found out. He thought of the ways they treated Felix with a twisting feeling in his stomach. Ignorance made him feel heavy, too. “Tell you what. I’ll save your card, yeah? Keep it in my back pocket. And if I ever do need you, I’ll reach out.”

“That’s all I’m asking for, Samir,” Shan grinned. At least for now that was true. With someone on the inside, she could sleep soundly knowing that whatever’s going down there in the Pit, she would have a set of eyes she could call on. A bit of wishful thinking on her part may be, but it was all she had. At least for now. “Should things get…dicey on your end, for you, I should be able to help.” 

The word ‘should’ really needed an emphasis but the selkie intentionally made her tone neutral. ‘Could’ she? Of course. She’s done that before. With the exiled daughter and her hunter lover. Delivered them back home, safely, the daughter with her family’s crown and the hunter with whatever fondness she had for her adoptive home. ‘Would’ she? Now that was a bit more complicated. If Samir had useful information, why not? If Samir became useful information, that would be good, too.

“I’ll get going now,” Shan purred at him, a sly wink to emphasize their discrete…relationship, for lack of a better term. With her, most relationships aren't relationships per se. Just an uneasy alliance or a brief partnership. Very hard to make lasting bonds in her line of work. Very dangerous, too. 

As she began to walk away, Shan wondered how that ‘location’ manages to keep its ‘employees’ in line, amenable to risking their own lives as if their work was more important. Perhaps with a lot of money? That would make it a good ‘location’ to ‘visit’ one day. Or promises of fame and glory? Pass. Obviously led by someone more than human, preferably not a vampire or a hunter. Hopefully, a spellcaster or fae? Now that would be delicious. Her insatiable pelt would agree. All in due time. Fortunately, she was patient.

#shan. #threads. #scratch your back. #LOVE SHAN.... i would trust her with all my secrets

[merllis]

Percy Jackson Fic Recs

mother to mother by vivelalark

The Goddess of Marriage had no love for mortals – not anymore. Not with all their arrogance and pride and stupidity.

Io was the first to betray her, Jason broke her heart, Ixion was a disgrace, and so she had forsaken them all for her golden throne in the skies, detached and indifferent.

Sally Jackson was no exception. Hera had answered her prayer out of pity for the mortal woman, alone on her birthing bed, and put aside her disdain in a moment of mercy.

The only thing she hated more than mortals were demigods. 

(Or, an AU where Hera, the Goddess of Mothers, crosses paths with the Best Fictional Mother™ aka Sally MFing Jackson) 

Words: 30,086 Chapters: 5/?

An Undertow of Sand by Shujin1

"A half-blood child of the eldest gods, shall reach sixteen against all odds." Who decided the sons of Kronos met the criteria for eldest gods? There are older gods. Elder Gods. And They have been watching. See with the vision granted to your mind, oh Child of Prophecy. For reality is a lie. Your very existence is a flaw. An anomaly. A bend in Fate. And if Fate can bend, then it can break.

Everything is different. Nothing has changed.

Open your eyes…

Words: 260,726 Chapters: 31/?

The Hero Unsung by Sarcastic_Metaphor

“Oh gods,” Percy thought, “I got fucking isekai���ed.”

Thrown back in time and tossed onto the scorching shores of ancient Greece, Percy becomes the unwilling center of attention for an entire army. One destined to sail for Troy and wage a ten year war. If only they could appease the gods keeping them far from their destination first…

Meanwhile, Percy will have to make allies fast while navigating a pantheon of deities who have not yet been tempered by time. Because here, it’s not just the kings who have taken a terrible interest in him; Percy will soon learn just how painful the attention of a god can really be. 

Words: 83,614 Chapters: 15/?

Oh Yeah, No, I Totally Forgot by BlueberryLimoncello

Amphitrite really had only gone to that particular beach to see if there was something special about it. To see if the surf was softer, the wildlife nicer, if the nymphs were maybe prettier. She needed to see if there was a reason Poseidon went there so often.

But the stretch of sand she’d come to was truly pitiful, it wasn’t anything special or different, it was in fact boringly empty.

Or it was meant to be empty.

A small child stared up at her with big green eyes, a mop of dark curly hair, and an armful of various colorful buckets and a tiny shovel.

Oh.

Words: 76,841 Chapters: 33/?

Falling For You by 1967HogwartsGoddess

In an alternate series of events, Percy saves Annabeth from falling into Tartarus. Too bad he can't save himself. As Annabeth leads the Seven on a treacherous quest to meet him at the Doors of Death, Percy fights through a wasteland of pain, torture and difficult choices. Surrounded by monsters, alone in the darkest corner of the underworld, he starts to question whether he's a good kid anymore.

Final chapter is an AU following on from chapter 66. 

Words: 269,696 Chapters: 69/69

the winner takes it all by 5_m0re_minutesDaisy by hautepink

Hera messed up. Percy Jackson wakes up outside the Wolf House to a she-wolf goddess telling him that the Queen of Olympus wiped his memories. Even worse, Hera accidentally put him to sleep for an entire year instead of six months. It's December 2010, and without Percy's help in the war, Gaea and her giants claimed victory and drove the gods into hiding. With the Mist fallen and the world crawling with monsters, Percy must seek out the demigod survivors at Lupa's guidance as they prepare to make their final stand.

Or an AU, dystopian retelling of Heroes of Olympus with a lot of plot twists: the canon divergence is not what you think it is, and the original plot gets entirely upended. 

Words: 208,722 Chapters: 40/?

Daisy by hautepink

An unfortunate sophomore in college finds herself waking up after passing out in the midst of an all-night study session in the middle of a hospital. This would be concerning even without the fact that she seems to be in labor, and Sally Jackson is very much not her name.

Words: 40,341 Chapters: 9/?

Wrath of the Earthshaker by IStillPlayWithLegos

The Gorgons die screaming.

Stheno's wails are heard for miles as she burns from the inside out. The eldest begs for mercy, reminding her killer of his father's kindness. Will Solace thinks of mice and locusts and plagues. Of Apollo Smintheus and the mercy he showed in the Trojan War. He giggles at her pleas and summons more sunlight. The only thing left of her is a pile of golden ashes.

Euryale thinks fighting a daughter of Demeter is beneath her. She learns her lesson at the hands of Katie Gardner, who remains sitting at their table out in the stone garden. She whispers to the bushels of roses and firethorns around her and strokes their petals with a gentle touch. Katie smiles into her teacup as Euryale suffocates, sent back to Tartarus, swaddled in a blanket of thorns.

Percy Jackson guts Medusa, stomach to breast, with black claws, and watches her blood pool at his feet. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel it pulsing. Riptide severs her head in one clean strike, and she dissolves into gold dust. For the second time, she is slain by one named Perseus. There's no Chrysaor or Pegasus to spring from her neck this time, but a child of Poseidon is present to haunt her all the same.

Words: 29,532 Chapters: 9/?

The law of change and the lack thereof by Irisinally 

After the Second Giant War, Percy just wanted a break. Because of that, his mom decided to visit her family back in Britain.

It was just his luck that his cousin was some other kind of special. With the discovery of wizards, a new mythological mystery that could very well be good or bad and Camp Half-blood taking part in some kind of magic games, Percy's break was completely ruined.

Absolutely perfect, isn't it?

Words: 113,002 Chapters: 32/32

My Golden Crown of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword to Swing by mrthology

He stepped forwards, Anaklusmos held out in front of him. No one else was in the throne room—not even Annabeth. It was just him and Luke's body. His feet crunched over shattered bits of marble and glass, the steps loud in the echoing silence. He looked up to the black sky above, terror suddenly clogging his throat. Something was wrong here. He had been sure his dreams would end with Kronos' defeat, that he would no longer be haunted by visions of what could be and would no longer have voices clamouring in his mind.

Apparently not.

———

Percy refused godhood standing in the ruins of Olympus, Luke’s body sprawled at his feet. Fate, however, has a different plan for him, and for them all. 

Words: 8,000 Chapters: 1/1

Camping By The Shore by withay for JadeStar

Estelle Blofis is too sick to go camping with the Girl Scouts, and this is the worst thing to ever happen in her six years of life. Luckily, her big brother is willing to create a camping trip for her. Told from their parents point of view.

Words: 5,628 Chapters: 1/1

Full Disclosure, I am a Monster by NOTTODAYARTT

It made a sound that sounded halfway between a growl and an exasperated sigh, "Kid. I really don't want to drag you out here, but I will if I need to. Now here's how this is gonna go, you could one, come out and," it shuffled around and grabbed something from its pocket, the object popped and then started hissing, "share this delicious cherry coke with me, or B I can drag you out by your arm and you'll start crying and I'll feel bad, because you're crying… So kid, what's it going to be?"

(In other words, monster!Percy because there's not enough of that in this fandom) 

Words: 10,235 Chapters: 4/7

Hired Hands by neighborhood_yogurt 

"A short, plump man in a three-piece suit stood over a costumed child wrapped in a small boat chain. The man had a smoking revolver in his hand leveled at a spot right next to the kid’s ear. His ridiculous top hat sat low over his eyes, but his hooked nose was just long enough to jut past the brim. The lighting in the warehouse wasn’t great, but Percy recognized him immediately. It was the Gotham supervillain Penguin, and Percy was on his godsdamned payroll."

Words: 50,325 Chapters: 12/17

Just Add Water by seasunwrites

“Don’t you feel it, Sal?” he said, pulling her closer.

She looked up at him and met his eyes.

“What?”

“The sea,” Poseidon explained. “It rises with the moon. Over and over. One of the only sureties in this world. Over and over, the tide will rise.”

Sally gave him a funny look. “Well, of course I know about the tides and that it’s a full moon—”

“Yes, but do you feel it?”

.

It's strange, how you add a bit of water and suddenly...Percy isn't human anymore.

(aka an h20 au that no one asked for) 

Words: 58,434 Chapters: 10/?

Inkspell. by youngjusticewriter

Because of a passing breeze the man’s trench coat and some fallen leaves drifted in the wind. “That reminds me - I suppose it’s rude of me not to introduce myself! It’s a pleasure to meet you my new friend. I’m Osamu Dazai.”

And that was how Percy’s new life began.

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Or, Percy saves Dazai from drowning while underwater. Dazai is naturally curious how that worked considering Percy was holding his wrist.

Words: 34,420 Chapters: 8/?

After the Gates of Prophecies by mrthology

"They know something has irreversibly changed," Juno said.

"I'm Greek," Percy protested, ignoring the roaring in his chest, the pull the Roman demigods and legacies had on the very fibres of his being. He wondered if they even knew he existed, that there was a new God walking amongst them.

"You are something new, Perseus. There has never been a god like you before. You've terrified us all." Juno paused, allowing Percy to watch the thriving city. "You are going to change us all. I simply do not know if you will change us for better, or for worse."

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Percy refused godhood standing in the ruins of Olympus, Luke's body sprawled at his feet. Fate, however, had a different plan.

Words: 41,000 Chapters: 12/30

Of Storms and Bloodlines by inkncoffee

When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out.

Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal.

Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.

Words: 12,780 Chapters: 3/3

you with the sea in your eyes (you have the ocean at your fingertips) by SenjuMizusaya

(Fem!Percy)

After finally defeating Kronos, Percy had expected peace, not a flash of molten gold after which she found herself as a twelve year old girl in a village recently reduced to rubble, surrounded by forest and Ancient Greek.

A little too much Ancient Greek.

 (Or, Percy is flung back into the past and gets a hands-on history lesson when it comes to living during the Greek classism.) 

Words: 52,321 Chapters: 9/? 

my soul opposes fate (with daily will) by visiblyuncomfortablIf 

Percy Jackson rejecting godhood was not the plan, and so the Fates must act. So, as the Giant War ends and Gaea is defeated, the Moirai make a god out of the boy destined for it. No one but them is happy about this decision, but now Percy has to learn to navigate his new powers and new life whether he likes it or not.

there's one good thing to come out of it though, it's the new friendship he's somehow found himself in with a certain sun god… 

Words: 62,177 Chapters: 20/?

A Quarter Life Crisis by Butterflies_Stormclouds

Percy turned down godhood in the hope of having the white picket fence dream with Annabeth. Now he's in his early twenties, has the girl, his flat and midway through a degree and it's not quite as peaceful and fulfilling as sixteen year old Percy had imagined. But nothing in his life has ever gone smoothly and "retirement" doesn't quite fit into Percy's vocabulary all that well.

Words: 17,258 Chapters: 5/5

I've been here before by Butterflies_Stormclouds

Percy has been present when a lot of major deities have "died." Two months before getting married, Percy falls down the rabbit hole when parts of those deities left within him fills the missing pieces of his soul a little too well. 

Words: 44,283 Chapters: 17/19

bring the forgotten dawn by poisedwalrus

“What is it?” Grover asks, “What’s with that weird look on your face?”

“Just trying to figure out if turning me in will get us enough bounty money to buy our way to LA.” Percy says, craning his neck towards the news van.

“We are not turning you in to the police.” Grover presses his head back into the alleyway.

“Why not?” Percy says. They could use a bit of cash. “You guys can just break me out afterwards, right?”

Annabeth looks like she’s considering it.

“No, guys,” Grover says. “No.”

If Percy has to spend the rest of his life cleaning up after the gods, then he might as well start from the beginning. 

Words: 21,890 Chapters: 6/6

Symbol of the Ocean's Love by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Aphrodite doesn't use a dove to claim her kids, she was born of the sea. She rose from the depths of the ocean, crafted of seafoam. No, she doesn't use a dove to claim her children, her little pearls, she uses her sacred conch shell.

Problem is, so does Triton. 

Words: 11,963 Chapters: 2/5

Hold Tight and Pretend It's a Plan by Rynna_Aurelia

Olympus has fallen.

The second Gigantomachy has ended far differently than the first, and in Gaea's triumph, the world has been torn apart. But the Fates have seen what ends their failed meddling have brought, look on at the dead—and undo what should never have happened the only way they possibly can.

Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, is returned to his twelve-year-old self, memories intact and determined to save everyone he can. But he is not alone.

The Moirai underestimated the strength of the Lord of Time when stealing his power, and there is something about this particular demigod brat that intrigues him. . .

Perseus Jackson came roaring to life with a violent gasp, green eyes wild. After a moment of panicked flailing and struggling to breathe, his fear-filled gaze settled upon a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, her face stern and unimpressed.

"You drool in your sleep."

Words: 112,485 Chapters: 21/21

#fic recs #percy jackson #canon divergence #timetravel #crossover

[thewitcheress2389]

Part 2 of the geralt x werewolf, witch. fem reader

after what happened between them, reader promise to tell geralt if she find anything that could help them find ciri, reader went back to her hometown and its been week and geralt decide to see reader and ask her if she find anything when he got there reader's friend (you can name her what you want) came running up to him, she looked like she was crying and scared, she asks him if he has seen reader he ask when she saw her last she said a couple of days ago, he went out looking for reader, then somehow he was knocked out, when he was waking up he could hear a wolf's whining and when his vision came back, he saw reader in her wolf form chained up and muzzled, she could walk around abit but not much, then geralt worked out he was chained as well, he saw reader was thin and beating up pretty bad, then he saw men walk in and start taunting reader and started beating her and he had to watch, then one of the came over started saying alot of bad things about reader and taunting him about he couldnt help reader, this went on for hours when they left, reader turned back into her human form, she didnt look at geralt at all, he somehow got out of his chains and he went over to her and put off everything that was on her she was very weak he didnt know if she was going to survive after he escaped from the place they were in, he patch her up the most he could and tried to make sure she could survive, you can decide the rest!

this is very angst!

Hope you enjoy!💖 *Angst Warning*

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The Werewolf Witch of The Witcherverse (Part 2)

After the last events, Geralt leaves to continue his search. However, no word from you has him coming back to investigate. And he doesn’t like what he finds.

After what he did to help you, you were indebted to him and promised to let him know if you discover anything about Ciri. The relationship that was fractured between you guys seemed to be mended slightly, so Geralt left you with a heavy heart. 

It’s been around a week.

Lacking his own leads, the witcher decided to see if you found anything worth looking into to. He hasn’t heard from you, but he figured you must be busy or something. Or perhaps you’ve found nothing. It has only been a week.

As Roach rode into town, Geralt got the peace he was expecting when he first came to find you. However, that peace was soon ruined when his ears caught the sound of running footsteps and heavy breathing. Looking past Roach’s head, he recognized your friend, Shyla. 

“Master Witcher! Is Y/N with you?” The urgency in her voice, along with the fact that she looked like she was crying, caused Geralt to go on red alert. Also, the scent of fear was strong in the air.

“What? No. She’s not here?” Geralt asked in an urgent tone and Shyla quickly shook her head, wiping a stray tear from her eye. This caused the witcher to go into contract mode and asked the woman when it was you were last seen as calmly as his nerves would let him.

“A-A few days ago...some strange boys were hanging about on the other side of town and-” Her voice was cut off as Roach sprung into a gallop to bring her master to the spot your friend described, leaving her behind. After all, he was a witcher and was going to handle this alone.

Sure enough, as he slowed Roach down, his sensitive eyes recognized faint boot prints in the dirt. He has no other evidence, but these outsiders were the only clue he had to follow.

“Run Roach!” He ordered as he kicked the mare’s sides to follow the tracks out of the village. As he did so, he soon reached the heart of the forest, where the tracks were lost.

“Dammit...” Geralt muttered as he hoped off Roach, leaving the horse to wander. The witcher walked a couple paces before kneeling down to the ground, brushing some foliage away. However, as he was focused on what was before him, he was unaware of what was around him.

A dull sting in his neck was all he felt before everything went black...

When Geralt came to, he couldn’t see much of anything. However, his other senses told him he wasn’t alone. He could hear labored breathing, and it wasn’t too long before he heard the whine of an animal, sounding like a dog.

That’s when his witcher senses kicked in.

Geralt’s vision was coming back, and he realized he was in what looked like a cell. It was dark and dreary, complete with rats. But he was more concerned as to what made the sound he heard earlier. And when he looked around a bit, his eyes met that of a wolf’s. A werewolf to be exact.

Now, Geralt was no animal whisperer, but looking at the beast he knew...

“Y/N?” He asked and the wolf looked up at him, bearing familiar gorgeous e/c eyes. You appeared shocked at him being here, but you didn’t seem to have the energy to do much else. Plus, you looked half-dead.

As Geralt observed you, he realized you were chained up and muzzled. You could hardly move a few feet from where you were. Geralt couldn’t even reach you, but he had a feeling you were in your wolf form for a reason. Protection maybe.

Looking at himself, Geralt realized he was in the same chained state as you. But he was much more physically fit than you at the moment, and that’s what concerned him.

He knew werewolves, and he knew this is not what one was supposed to look like. Your fur was matted, some was missing, and some had dried blood in it. He noticed some cuts and bruises on the areas where fur was thin, like the chest and face. You were also thin, thinner than any creature ever should be. It made his blood boil.

“Who did this to you?” He asked coldly, but he knew you couldn’t answer. And then the door to the cell opened, revealing a bunch of nasty and burly looking men. Like with most situations, even when he was pissed as hell, Geralt tried to keep his cool.

“Hello mutant,” one of the men, leader most likely, spat at Geralt, “welcome to your first day at my fighting ring.” 

As the man was talking to Geralt, the witcher was more hyper aware as to what was going on with you. He his ears and eyes lock onto what was going on past the man’s head. The other men, around three, had circled you, and Geralt has never seen you look so scared.

“Bad dog! Should’ve fought harder!” One of them shouted at you before giving look a swift kick in the jaw. Your pitiful whine broke Geralt’s heart.

“We’ve tamed ourselves a big bad wolf! Sit! Lay! Play dead!” On each command a man shouted, another would forcefully kick you in that position till you a motionless puddle on the ground that was barely breathing.

“You want your freedom? You have to fight for it!” Another shouted.

At this point, the leader talking to Geralt noticed he was watching. But when Geralt thought he couldn’t watch anymore, the leader grabbed his jaw and forced him to continue.

“Take a good look mutant. This is the scum I’m gonna have you deal with later.” He growled before his men finished with you. The witcher forced his face out of the other man’s hands before giving him a glare. Then the men turned to leave but not without one more taunt for you.

“Careful witcher, touch it and you might catch the mange!” They all shouted and laughed until it faded away in the distance. He was left alone with you, who was whimpering and laying on the ground as your wounds bled fresh blood.

He hated himself at this moment. You were in such agony and there was nothing Geralt could do to help you. Fighting ring? He didn’t like the sound of that one bit. And from the looks of it, they were planning on having him fight you, most likely killing you.

“I’m sorry Y/N...there was nothing...” Geralt tried to explain, feeling fresh rage bubble over him. But you didn’t even look in his direction. Must not have the strength to do so, he supposed.

Hours passed by with Geralt pacing as far as his own restraints would allow him. But when he looked back over at you, you were a human.

“Geralt...how did you get here?” You asked weakly, but he was just relieved to hear your voice.

“I heard you were missing...followed some tracks, and now I’m here.” Geralt said and he wanted to ask so many more questions, but with the fact that you weren’t even looking at him told him not to.

“I’m getting us out of here.” He told you confidently, but you still wouldn’t look.

Now, chained up in a tiny cell might look hopeless, but Geralt has been through worse. Much worse. Call it adrenaline, or witcher strength, or a combination of the two, but he was able to pull his restraints from the wall, freeing himself. He was able to do the same to you as well, being gentle in the process. Finding a half-bent nail isn’t bad either, allowing him to undo the chains completely, freeing you both entirely. 

“Alright. You ready?” Geralt looked at you with a slight smile that completely vanished when he saw you. You looked so beaten and weak. Your heart was pitifully slow, and Geralt was now concerned if you were even going to survive this.

But no. You didn’t suffer through all that to have it end like this.

Using Aard, he blasted through the stone wall that revealed the pine trees of the outside world where even the sun was shining. Knowing that guards or someone would be on their way, the witcher was quick to scoop you in his arms and call for Roach.

Like the loyal horse she was, she appeared, and you guys got out of there.

Geralt ran that horse as much as she would let him before you guys got to the edge of a clearing. You were like dead weight in his arms, but you were still breathing so there was hope. Urging Roach to cross the clearing, he reached a stream. He figured this would be good enough.

“Easy now.” He said to both you and the horse as he dismounted carefully before sliding you into his arms. You said nothing as he set you down and put together a small camp. 

Then he went to tend to your wounds.

“Like hell I’m going to let you die.” He said as he tried to patch up any open cuts he could see. Geralt also grabbed some food from his saddlebags that he was going to try and cook up for you in hopes that you would eat. However, your eyes could barely open, and the witcher knew that time wasn’t on your side.

So, Geralt took a risk.

He brewed a Swallow potion and watered it down for you to drink. Geralt knew that witcher potions were dangerous to for anything else to ingest, but he hoped that by diluting it, it would give you strength instead of death. It was his last hope at this point, so when you drank it, he prayed to all the gods above that you would be spared.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night.

But when he woke the next morning expecting to find a corpse, he saw you still laying there but your eyes were open.

It was quiet, but he swore he heard a thank you.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher geralt #the witcher imagine #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #geralt x reader #geralt imagine

[malevolantkitcheen]

hai!! I saw you're JJK match works and they are really good so if they're still open I thought i could make a request? she/they (female) | Leo | ENFP bisexual so men or women is fine I don't really have preference Looks wise, I'm pretty tall around 165 cm, tan, dark brown eyes and short dark brown hair (I think the best way to explain my hair cut is like a wolf cut but not that many layers?), I'd say I'm thin and kinda flat, my hands are kinda veiny and my nails are uneven since I tend to cut them when I'm nervous Personality wise, I'm very extroverted so much so that I get energy from being around people I like, especially people I consider close friends (I'm an only child so sometimes I wish I had a sibling). I'm also very friendly I love making friends and I'd say I'm very loyal too I just like talking to people in general. I can also get a bit overwhelming for some people which I totally understand I'm the type of girl who flirts with her girl friends and teases them constantly but I also get really flustered when someone teases me. I don't like some people though and If I don't like someone I can get really rude and moody but I'm also really moody if I'm just not in the mood sometimes I tend to lash out at people but I feel really bad after. I also end up crushing on the worst people I've never been in an actual real relationship so I just crush on people for some drama in my life. Hobby wise, I'm a music girl I play guitar, piano, kalimba, ukulele, and I sing (I'm also currently learning how to play bass) I'm actually a lead singer in a band. I'm also interested in art, video editing, coding and gaming. Subject wise I like math physics chemistry and computer but they can get kind of stressful at times. I also love dressing up and buying random merch and cute things I've always wanted to cosplay and my clothing style changes every day I'm also a really big jewellery person and i love collecting fun earrings and stationary. Thank you I'm sorry if it's a bit too much hope you have a good day!! <3

For Jujutsu-Kaisen, i match you with

Yuji Itadori

(male match, send in a nother request if you would like a female match too! I am more than happy to do both! <3)

- At first, Yuji came across as relatively awkward, especially around you. He would mainly stick to following Megumi and Nobara around, but the two of you would share occasionally glances from time to time. He was hesitant to come and talk to you but you made it clear very quickly that you were far from intimidating. It took little to no time for you two to find things in common because as soon as you would find a topic of conversation, Yuji would let his words run away with him. At times he wasn’t a great listener due to the fact he was a little bit of a motor mouth when he got comfortable with his friends, but he would always realise eventually and be extremely apologetic, which you found adorable. Despite his very vocal opinions, he loved listening to you talking about almost anything and everything; he found you fascinating.

- At times you would worry that you were getting on his nerves because you were getting carried away with the conversation, but Yuji would always reassure you that it was more than okay and that you were simply just really interested in whatever you were talking about. You loved this about him because most people would get frustrated and just stop listening all together. He just truly understood you. Of course there were still some occasions where you would be a little off, especially if you hadn’t had the greatest of days. At first, Yuji didn’t really know what to do because he hadn’t been in these kinds of situations, more so because he didn’t want to upset you any further. However, it didn’t take him very long to figure out what the best ways to help you were, even it just meant sitting in comfortable silence with you, so you knew that he was there if you needed anything.

- Sometimes, Yuji would feel as though you weren’t interested in him as you would bring up other people on occasions, of course you weren’t doing this maliciously, but it still made him a little bit doubtful at times. Despite this, he was determined to stay by your side no matter what because you truly meant everything to him. He hadn’t really made any advancements towards you romantically but he didn’t really hide his feelings very well because much like you, he got flustered extremely easily and even just being around you would often make him smile and blush.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fanfic #jjk matchups #matchups #commission #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #anime and manga #cute

[fnaf-imagines]

could i request some headcanons of the glamrocks woth an s/o whos just small and sensitive? Like emotions wise?

I shall try my best anon!!! Honestly though, imagining them with such a small an sensitive s/o is kind of cute 🥺👉👈

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Glamrock Freddy:

Super worried papa bear but x1000

He’d be constantly worried about them and check up on them every few minutes.

If anything, he doesn’t even like being away from them for too long since he’s worried that they’ll start panicking while he’s not there which will lead to them getting hurt

But, if he has to go somewhere without them then he might at the very least give them a Fazwatch, that way he can still talk to them just to make sure nothing bad happened.

He’s super observant when it comes to emotions too. If it even LOOKS like they’re about to start tearing up and crying then he’ll instantly take them away from whatever is stressing them out and go somewhere much more quiet and comfortable for them

He’d be the most supportive too, he might try and help them practice being alone and being more brave so he wouldn’t have to worry about them too much!

Glamrock Chica:

Very concerned but tries to remain optimistic

I imagine Glamrock Chica is the overly optimistic type where anyone negative could be happening and she’d still try to remain happy and as joyful as ever.

She’s like the complete opposite of her s/o and it shows too with how quiet they are when standing next to her.

She’s hyper and cheerful, thus she’s super loud as she’s rambling about the amazing party she performed earlier, meanwhile I imagine her s/o simply sits there in silence and listens to every word she says, smiling as they do so

She rambles so much that in all honesty listening to her tends to help calm her s/o down. They’re too busy listening to her story to really focus on their surroundings and panic about the smallest things

She might not even notice how quiet they are either, but she wouldn’t care!! She’d just be happy that her s/o is okay and doing good

Monty:

Probably leans more towards being a teaser than a supportive partner

Don’t get me wrong, if anyone ELSE decided to pick on them then Monty would growl and throw a fit, threatening them to never ever talk to his s/o like that ever again or else...

BUT, when HE’S the one doing the teasing he can’t help but smirk and laugh at how his s/o reacts. He thinks its funny and amusing, but he wouldn’t go too far

In the end he’d still let them know he was simply joking around and didn’t mean any of it to heart

Of course, sometimes instead of teasing them altogether he might just try to make them laugh by telling a joke or pulling a funny little prank on someone.

He’d do so just to help them ease up and relax a little so they weren’t so tense and focused on all the noise and whatnot

If anyone made them uncomfortable then he’d definitely remove that person from the pizza plex altogether

He doesn’t care if HE gets yelled at, he’d just want his s/o to be safe and okay

Roxanne Wolf:

Overprotective to the core but she constantly tries to play it off as nothing

Roxy has an image to keep up! She has to remain cool and everyone’s favorite

But if her partner was being picked on and hassled then she’d throw away her WHOLE reputation just to make sure they were okay

She’s easily jealous in the first place, add that to the fact that her s/o is sensitive and is a target for being picked on by other rude and idiotic people and it doesn’t mix too well

She doesn’t want to seem overbearing though so in all honesty she might stay back and simply watch her s/o from afar, just to make sure they’re okay while also not getting caught following them around.

It works for the most part but as soon as she sees someone walking up to her s/o she’s instantly running over at super speed and growling and snarling while glaring at them. It doesn’t matter to her if she’s overreacting or if the person was simply asking for directions.

She makes a big deal out of it only because she knows how uncomfortable her s/o can easily get and she wants to prevent that from happening if she can

As soon as the person is gone Roxy is instantly calmed back down and back to her usual self, however you might see her blush while she asks if they’re okay

If anything, Roxy might even teach her s/o how to stick up for themselves and fight back if they have to. Its something that helps Roxy feel at ease knowing that she doesn’t have to worry too much if her partner already knows how to handle themselves

#asks #fnaf imagines #FNAF headcanons #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock monty #glamrock chica #Roxanne Wolf #montgomery

[the2duchess]

03. Back

summary: After five months away, Lili is finally back in La Push.

word count: 2541

FIVE MONTHS LATER

SETH

HE HAD BEEN counting down the days leading to Lili's return and finally, today was the day she would be coming back to La Push. Much to his chagrin, Lili's mother had brought Lili with her to South America for the summer. He had spent the entire summer depressed, and by now, the entire pack was grateful Lili was finally returning.

"One more week of summer — barely enough time to do any fun summery stuff with her," Seth couldn't help grumbling. He sat at the dining table eating muffins in Emily and Sam's kitchen, constantly checking the clock and shaking his knee.

"Relax Seth! The clock isn't going to tick faster if you keep looking at it," Jared said, nonchalantly stealing a muffin from Seth's hand — and the poor boy hadn't even noticed.

"There will be plenty of time. In fact, you can go cliff-diving this afternoon. If she's up for it, of course." Emily said patiently, ruffling his hair. "Sam just called me and said that they're just entering Forks.

"Ah, Sam. If my memory serves me right, he didn't take it too well, didn't he?" Paul said, a glint in his eye.

Seth had known that eventually Sam would find out about the imprint. So two weeks after the happy couple returned from their honeymoon — Seth wanted them to remain blissful in their ignorance for at least a few more days — Seth garnered enough courage to tell Sam.

And he hit the roof. Almost literally. There would be a wolf-shaped hole in the ceiling of their house if Seth hadn't had the foresight to tell him out in the yard, where Sam was free to phase. A pity though, because these days, Sam was trying to gain enough control to stop phasing.

"What the hell were you thinking? Imprinting on my baby sister like that?!" Sam yelled, throwing Seth to the ground.

"I didn't have a choice! And I swear I won't hurt her."

"She doesn't know anything about our world." Sam hissed. "And now she's going to be dragged straight into the danger I tried to protect her from."

All those years of distancing Lili from himself and his world now felt worthless. Lili had been safe, albeit resentful of him for his apparent abandonment. But now, it felt like his sacrifices, their unhappiness for the sake of Lili's safety, had been for naught.

Sam let out an outraged yell and phased, Seth a second after him. Good call, since the moment Sam was in his wolf form, he pounced on Seth.

Hey, cool it Sam! The pack, also in their wolf form, tried to pull Sam off Seth. When they were able to, Sam still tried to attack again. They tried to nudge Seth out of the way, but he stood his ground, uncharacteristically baring his teeth and growling.

You will stay away from her.

You know I can't do that.

Sam fought to break away from the grip of his pack. But he gnashed his teeth together. Fine. But she will not know about the imprint until a time I see fit, got that? She will not be pressured into falling for some goon. In one of the rarest occurrences, he was using his Alpha voice.

Seth's knees knocked together under the command, but managed to say with as much strength as he could muster, Fine.

At the sound of Sam's Jeep driving up the road, Seth jumped out of his chair at the speed of lightning. His keen sense of hearing allowed him to be the first one by the door, ready to greet Lili.

"Easy, Seth," Embry said. "Sam probably still isn't happy about it. Especially when Lili's around."

But Seth didn't really care. All he could think of was the fact that Lili was finally home.

LILI

The animosity in the Jeep wasn't as bad as the time when I came to La Push for the wedding. I didn't hiss when Sam sang along to Bon Jovi. I rolled up the windows when he told me to do so. And I said thank you when he mentioned they were throwing a homecoming party for me.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Do you want something, Lili?"

"Nothing." I sang. "Just happy to be home."

"Hmm." His mood abruptly took a turn, as if he was remembering something unpleasant.

But I was in high spirits. "Oh Sam, did you know I saw a wolf near Aunty Allison's house the day after the wedding, just before we left for the airport? It was so gorgeous."

"A wolf?" Sam's voice was curiously quiet, yet brimming with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "And what did the wolf look like?"

"His fur was the exact shade of desert-sand. He looked pretty young, perhaps a teenager. He looked kinda funny, like he was going through a growth spurt, because his limbs appeared far too long for the rest of his body." I paused. "Sorry. I've just been giving it an awful amount of thought, because the moment I saw him, he let out this really sad, mournful howl. Is there a problem with wolves in La Push? Because I don't remember —"

"Damn it." Sam gripped the wheel tightly. From then on, he did not say anything.

As we pulled up to his house, I timidly asked, "Are you sure you don't want me staying at Aunty Allison's house? I would hardly like to disturb your domestic bliss."

"You're my sister." He gave me a little smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Before I could step out of the Jeep, Seth emerged out of the house and was beside my car door in a flash.

"Hey you guys!" He said brightly. I found myself smiling at the sight of him. In some weird way, I had really missed him. Although I really loved spending the summer with my mother in South America, there was a teeny tiny part of me that had wanted to go back to La Push.

All for him.

"Let me get your stuff." He took my suitcase and backpack from Sam, who gave him an unexpectedly disgruntled look.

In the house, Emily hugged me tightly, while the others — comprising of Paul, Embry, Jared, and Quil — welcomed me back cheerily. Thankfully, they were all wearing shirts this time.

"It's nice to see you guys again." And I meant it. I turned to Seth, "It's nice to see you too, Seth." I kept my voice cool.

"Didn't expect you to remember me." The joy in his voice was evident. Although my mood had been elevated ever since arriving in La Push, it escalated even higher just with just hearing his voice.

I said coolly, "Of course I remember you. We danced at the wedding, remember?"

And I had not stopped listening to our song ever since. No matter what, Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae would be my favourite song forever and ever.

And we were just smiling at each other. I felt my cheeks grow warm. Seth opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly, Sam pushed in between us.

"Alright, I'll take Lili's bags to her room." Sam practically snatched my things from Seth, and gave him a look I wasn't able to see since his back was to me. Sam then put an arm around my shoulder and steered me my room.

When we were alone, he closed the door. "Lili, as much as I want you to settle in La Push, I don't think you should hang around Seth so much."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's going to happen if we're friends?"

"Lils, please don' be difficult."

"Sam, I thought you want me to make friends. Seth's my age, he's going to the Forks high school with me, it's perfect. It's not as if I'm going to be making babies with him."

There was a shout of laughter from the living room, accompanied by a sharp smack. Oops.

He winced. "Please don't say that Lili."

"Just because I'm living under your roof doesn't mean you get to control every aspect of my move. I get to hang out with whomever I want, and that constitutes Seth Clearwater." I glared at him. "You know, I don't get why you're so hellbent on separating Seth and me. We literally met at your wedding. He's the sweetest guy I've ever met."

"You have no idea what goes on in an eighteen-year-old boy's mind."

I groaned loudly. "Sam! You're so weird, we are literally just friends." I lowered my voice to a hiss. "Seth does not deserve this kind of distrust. He is nice and sweet and helpful, much more than you're being right now. So what if I like him? You can't stop me."

When I came out into the living room, everyone appeared to be in some kind of shock. It was a funny sight, them having put on party hats when Sam and I were talking, but absolutely frozen. Mouths slightly open and everything. There was also a red mark on Paul's arm which I swore was fading by the second.

"Everyone ... alright?" I asked hesitantly.

"T-Totally!" Seth's face was pink, and his smile was brighter than the sun. "Amazing! Wonderful! Awesome! On top of the world! Let's go get our grub on!"

"Shut up, Seth," Quil hissed.

"Who's up for pizza?" Emily asked.

SETH

Despite acting like a complete idiot, Lili still chose to sit next to Seth during lunch. True, it was the only place left — a feat orchestrated by Paul and Jared, who could not stop giggling — but she didn't not look happy about it.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the school to get you registered and everything." Emily said to Lili. "Are you hoping to try out for any extracurriculars?"

She thought about it for a minute. "I was thinking of joining the cheerleading team."

Seth spat out his pizza. Everyone stared at him.

"Um ... pizza went down the wrong way. You were saying, Lili?"

"I searched online, and Forks seems to have a pretty good cheerleading team. I was a cheerleader back in my old school in San Francisco, and I really liked it."

Emily nodded. "Oh, yes. The Cheerios are pretty good. They've even appeared in the newspapers a couple of times."

"I may just join the Cheerios, since I think I'll be put on the honour roll — I don't want to get too overwhelmed."

"Wow, Lili. You are such a well-rounded girl." Jared said, clapping his hands slowly. He smirked at Seth. "Don't you agree with me, Sethy boy?"

Once again, everyone looked towards Seth. Sam's eyes looked especially dangerous, glinting like that. So scary, in fact, that Seth had no idea what to do or say.

"Seth's going to the Forks high school with you, did you know?" Emily said, in an effort to break the tension. "You'll have someone to hang out with, since Embry, Quil, and Jacob have already graduated. Seth's starting his final year, and you're going to be in the year below him."

Paul snickered. "That's not going to be the only way she's gonna be bel —"

"Enough!" Seth gasped. If they said one more word, he was sure he was going to die of embarrassment. Or under Sam's wrath. He turned to Lili. "You wanna go cliff-diving?"

Lili smiled at him. "I'd love to."

—

LILI

However, Emily made us wait a good half-hour after lunch before going cliff-diving. We spent that time just sitting around in the living room, and I occasionally retreated to my room to unpack a few of my things. Sometimes, Seth followed me to my room and asked me a question or two about my summer in South America. And it wasn't just out of sheer politeness — it felt like he really and truly wanted to know about me. Never had anyone ever paid that much attention to me. The very memory of it sent shivers down to my toes.

After Emily felt satisfied that we weren't going to throw up if we went cliff-diving, we all got into Jared's car and drove to the cliff. Paul left early, citing that he had to work out. Weird, for I figured cliff-diving was an activity he would never afford to miss. Sam and Emily also chose to skip out, saying that they wanted to watch some romantic movie together.

"No funny business, young lady," Sam said warningly just before we left.

"You're not my dad, you know. You can't call me young lady." I sighed. "I've been without a fatherly figure for most of my life, and I've turned out great!"

Sam did nothing but roll his eyes. But in truth, especially when I was little, I sort of considered him to be a bit of a father slash older brother figure to me. But I would never admit that to him.

I didn't wear a swimming suit, which was just as well. Imagine wearing a bikini, jumping off a cliff, then losing said bikini in the process. I would have absolutely died of mortification. So, I decided to just wear my shorts and tank top.

When we got there, I jumped out of the car to check out the cliff ... then immediately walked back.

The boys were just getting out of the car. "Why? You scared?" Quil snickered, the other boys snickering too.

Except for Seth. His eyes were crinkled with what appeared to be concern.

"Are you afraid of heights?" He asked softly.

I frowned. "Anyone who's human would be afraid of jumping down what, a 50ft height?"

They all gave each other this really infuriating look that I couldn't really identify. "What?!" I demanded.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Embry sang, smirking slightly. I narrowed my eyes, but before I could say anything, I was interrupted by this sudden loud whoop.

"Let's go!" Jared shouted, ripping his shirt off — to my obvious shock — and subsequently hurling himself off the cliff.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked. I ran to the edge of the cliff, where in the sea, I saw the water ripple and froth. A second later, Jared's head popped up as he whooped. I turned to the boys. "I know I'm supposed to be a cheerleader, but this is insane. You guys are total adrenaline junkies. What the heck?! Is this what people in La Push do in their spare time?"

"It's what we do." Embry grinned. "Honestly, it's fun. Try it! You only live once."

Seth was suddenly by my side in an instance. "C'mon — we'll do it together."

Quil whistled, and I rolled my eyes.

We walked to the edge of the cliff. As I stood there, thinking What the hell am I doing here?, I felt a hand wrap over mine.

"Hey," he whispered. "It's alright." His hand was warm, covering mine completely. I could feel the slight roughness of his palms, the steadiness of his breathing.

I breathed shakily. "Easy for you to say. You promise we won't hit any rocks or anything?"

"I promise. We've been doing this all summer, and there's nothing wrong with us!"

I scoffed. Seth beamed.

"See! I made you laugh. Now, do you feel any better?"

" I guess ..." I peered uneasily over the edge, then let out a small shriek of terror. "Oh my god, I am really doing this."

"Yes, you are." He stopped smiling and stared into my eyes. Gosh. In those five months I had been away, I had really missed those gorgeous brown eyes of his. "Take a leap. You ready?"

I nodded. He squeezed my hand.

"Good." His face stretched into his thousand-watt smile. "Now. Let's jump!"

I took the leap.

Hellooo everyone! Sorry for such the long hiatus, university has totally taken a toll on me and to be frank, I had no idea what to write or how to continue the story. But I'm back now, and hopefully, my spark of inspiration will last for a good while ;) Enjoy!! 

p.s. This is also up on my AO3 account :))

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Do you think the plot of the show would drastically change, If Scott was above 18?

It wouldn't need to, and that's not a good thing.

I talk about racism in the Teen Wolf fandom a lot. The way our fandom interacts with the show is so riddled with noxious racist influence that it's impossible to participate in it without having to hold your nose. Yet, we can't pretend that there isn't racist influence in the show itself. Some of it is not so subtle, but I would argue that the most pervasive example can be very easy to miss. There is a tendency in Hollywood when it comes to dealing with minority children which mimics the greater culture and Teen Wolf is not immune to it. To wit: when it comes to teenagers, white teenagers are treated by productions as if they were children and minority teenagers are treated by productions as if they were adults.

Scott McCall as the lead protagonist is expected to be heroic, and that's a good thing, but unfortunately, attached to this is the idea that he neither needs nor deserves the attention and care that other teenagers are given. In fact, it's as if there in the writing there are two standards of behavior, and his standard is far higher. Let me give you some examples:

Compare in Tattoo (3x01) the way the Sheriff tries to make Stiles go to school -- begging, bribing, brute force -- to the way that Melissa (who is completely absent from the process of Scott getting ready to go to school) implies that her main concern in involving Scott with what is happening to Isaac is that it will cause him to mess up again. There is never a Be-A-Better-Stiles-Stilinski program, because Stiles is a teenager who is a child, and children don't have to be better. They get to be children.

Compare the way the parental sacrifices in Alpha Pact (3x11) and Lunar Ellipse (3x12), talk about and treat their children. Noah gives this passionate speech about the night Claudia died and what it meant to Stiles. He gives Stiles a big old hug when Stiles appears with that stupid bat. Chris works closely with Allison, makes sure she's safe, and then they agree to change the Code. And Melissa? The words "And Scott?" as an afterthought to another Sherriff-Demanding-Where-His-Son-Is? Dialogue is the only time she mentions him in those two episodes. Melissa doesn't defend Scott from Jennifer's insinuation that he's a threat. There's no reunion scene. Because Scott doesn't need his mother nor his father. He's an adult.

Compare the way the aftermath of the heroic sacrifices is portrayed in Anchors (3x13) and More Bad Than Good (3x14). Scott has issues with control, Stiles can't read, and Allison is no longer able to aim her bow, and all three of them suffer hallucinations. Stiles gets comforted by his father and by Scott, and he gets direct help from Scott and Deaton. Allison gets comforted and gets direct help from Lydia and Isaac. And what does Scott get? He gets scolded repeatedly by his mother, who is so fundamentally disconnected from Scott's life that she can't tell something's changed ("You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this.") He gets erectile dysfunction jokes from his "friends." And, of course, he gets the shit beaten out of him by the twins because his problem is he's afraid and that's a weakness adults can't afford.

I kept waiting for Chris Argent to take off his belt and whale the shit out of Allison until she stopped seeing Kate. I kept waiting for everyone to point and laugh at Stiles because he couldn't read. But that wasn't going to happen, because they're teenagers who are treated as children. You don't do that to children! But Scott isn't a child and, in this show, he never has been. As Stiles said "Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls. But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."

Here's the sad part: I could go on for like an hour. I could talk about how at the beginning of the Divine Move (3x24), moments after Scott had the first girl he ever loved die in his arms, Chris Argent demanded that he pull his shit together and help him create a cover story together because "It's what we (adults) do." But don't worry, Chris would go home and give Poor Baby Isaac his huggies later. I could talk about how, after Scott was kidnapped in A Promise to the Dead (4x12), the Sheriff got to demonstrate that Stiles's safety was the most important thing on his mind but Melissa and Rafael were nowhere to be seen, because Scott's an adult and thus responsible for his own fate. I could talk about how in Status Asthmaticus (5x10) and The Last Chimera (5x11) Melissa underlined again and again that Scott is not a child, because the first words she said to Scott once his heart started beating again was how he should give hope to children and then how, as a professional nurse and good mother, she left the badly wounded assassination target that is her son alone to bandage his own wounds in order to take care of poor widdle Stiles.

But PEW, I hear you say, this has nothing to do with racism! Scott's the alpha, he's the hero, it's the hero's tragedy! Okay, I would reply, so let's look at some other minority teenagers on the show.

Let's look at Vernon Boyd, who literally never said one word to Derek Hale about Derek's season two behavior, unlike Isaac! It sure was mature of Boyd to forgive Derek without even a conversation. There's a reason that Derek drove Isaac away and not Boyd; as a child, Isaac was more deserving of protection. And then there was Boyd's death, where a 16- to 18-year-old spent his last moments on earth in Currents (3x07) making sure that the Giant White Manbaby who got him killed didn't feel too bad. (Ask yourself this -- when the writers of the episode had Boyd, bleeding out, say "The full moon. That feeling... That was worth it," were they talking about the full moon Boyd spent locked in a dirty train station getting the shit kicked out of him by Derek and Isaac or were they talking about the full moon Boyd spent crazed and running through the forest and getting shit kicked out of him by Derek? Because the writers either A) didn't care enough about Boyd to remember that those were the only two full moons he felt, the rest he spent locked in a bank vault where he couldn't feel the moon, B) they remembered but they thought the audience was far too racist to give a shit, or C) they intended to portray Boyd the same way that happens in the cliched' scene where the dying mentor comforts the child hero. )

Let's look at Mason Hewitt, who experienced extreme danger and physical hurt in the library with Scott, but no one ever talked about it or even brought it up. Where was his anger at Liam for leaving him there with Assassination-Target Scott, who the same Liam had beat to the point of death or at least to the point of being unable to defend himself, which coincidentally left Mason at Theo's mercy? Why, instead of, I don't know, taping Liam up with duct tape and hurting him with lacrosse balls, did he offer comfort and excuses? Because that was the mature thing to do. I mean compare how Mason is considered too black, I mean too adult, I mean too good to have any after effects from being possessed by a monstrous 18th century resurrected French serial killer?

Let's look at the Yukimuras! Noshiko Yukimura, who summoned a nogitsune to punish corrupt government officials, does nothing to punish the corrupt government official who "made a mistake" and imprisoned her daughter and husband. Or Kira Yukimura, who -- aside from Scott -- is the only person who bears the responsibility to fix what Theo and the Doctors did to her, even if it means she can never see her family or friends again. Compare the benevolence of Meredith, who encourages Lydia to 'find her own way' to the malevolence of the Skin-Walkers, who constantly threaten Kira with perpetual exile. And in the end, she can't be even comforted and healed for what was done to her, she must go off and improve, "Not for you, or my parents, but for me." How mature of her, too! I think no greater demonstration is the last mention of Kira in Apotheosis (5x20), after she's gone off to the desert, and Lydia say "But she'll be back. She still has to graduate." She's got responsibilities to fulfill!

Look, I'm not trying to diminish the virtue of the actions that these minority characters took or say that their arcs were invalid. I'm not trying to say that the white characters didn't deserve comfort. I'm arguing that there is a definite pattern where greater expectations of mature behavior were placed by the writers on characters of color, especially teenagers, and that this message was successfully transmitted to the audience. I mean, look, there's a reason that Scott's violation of Corey in Ouroboros (5x08) to get his memories was treated as an unforgivable crime by the production and the audience, but La Bete's violation of Scott in Apotheosis (5x20) to get his memories was treated as a triumph for a WHITE character. Stiles didn't say "Scott's love for Allison saved him," he said "Allison saved him." There is one standard for white teenagers and another for minority teenagers.

So I think I can confidently say that if Scott had been eighteen there wouldn't have necessarily been any change at all.

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