#and it makes me- you know that comic going around? about the rabbits and wolves? Yeah.

[anglerflsh]

[jenos-eye-smiles]

Bunny

Rabbit!Jungkook x Snow Leopard!Reader

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Word Count: 1084

“Oh? Look who finally decided to join us! You done hiding from the big bad wolves today?” You snickered as soon as Jungkook sat down at the table in the seat directly in front of you. (Not by his choice, that was just the only available seat left at your friend groups table) You heard Joon sigh, before calling your name in warning. The wolf hybrid already knew that you were gonna tease Jungkook, I mean you did it every day. Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring your teasing. You went back to your conversation with Taehyung about how winter was obviously the best season out of all seasons, Taehyung being the polar bear hybrid he was agreed with you of course. Jungkook overhearing the conversation scoffed at the statements of winter being the best season. Your furry pointed ears flickered and you whipped your head around at the sound of Jungkook’s sound of disagreement.

“Do you have something to say Kookie?” You asked with a sneer. Jungkook grunted before expressing how Spring was obviously better due to everything being in bloom and new and how it wasn’t so deathly cold as well. You cackled at that.

“Oh of course a bunny would say that! I wouldn’t expect anything less from a prey hybrid!” You let out mockingly. Jungkook’s face went red with what everyone assumed was from embarrassment but in reality, was anger. You giggled seeing his red face, he was always so easy to rile up. You reached over pinching his cheeks which were puffed out in an adorable pout, cooing at how adorable he looked.

Jungkook smacked your hands away, his face turning even more flushed at your touch. “Don’t touch me!” He let out with a hardly menacing tone. You just smirked before laughing and turning away., giving your attention back to Tae.

It was starting to get late so you decided to head on home, since you had an essay that you needed to do research for. You got up from your seat, bidding everyone a goodbye, and then heading out of the cafe. As you were walking to your apartment which was a couple of blocks away, you felt as if someone was following you. You discreetly looked behind you not seeing anyone there. Suddenly you spun around trapping the person who was following you between the wall and your arm, which was pressed into their neck firmly. You let out a threatening growl before you realized it was only Jungkook. His face was one of shock but was also red due to the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain because of your arm on his neck. You immediately let go, and Jungkook gasped for air gripping his neck.

“Jungkook! What the hell?! I could have seriously hurt you! Also why the fuck are you following me?” You yelled out exasperated. Jungkook looked sheepish before rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safely...it’s dark out, and you never know who’s out there, I was just gonna follow you until I saw you go into your apartment building, then I would have left.” He let out softly. Your heart skipped at that. How could someone be so kind, even after all the teasing you give them?

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet of you, but you’re a bunny hybrid, you are hardly threatening.” You chuckled. You noticed Jungkook’s eyes go dark at that.

“You know what doll? I’m getting real sick of your mouth.” Jungkook let out, his voice huskier than normal. You froze at the change that just occurred. Junkook smirked at your state of speechlessness and then proceeded to push you up against the wall of the alley in which you just had him up against. Jungkook seemed to tower over you. (You never noticed how tall and muscular he was until now) Jungkook glared down into your eyes with a gaze so dark, he could have fooled you for a predator hybrid.

“What cat got your tongue? More like bunny…” He let out mockingly, a smirk on his face.

“K-Kookie…? What’s gotten into you?” You stuttered out, feeling nervous under his intense gaze. Jungkook scoffed at the nickname.

“Kookie? Doll you’re really testing my patience here.” Jungkook let out darkly. You visibly shuddered at his deep voice and intense words.

“I-I don’t… I-I’m sorry…” You let out, barely able to complete a sentence. Jungkook grinned at that.

“Oh baby, why don’t you show me how sorry you are?” Jungkook said, quirking an eyebrow up as he spoke. Your eyes widened almost comically at the question, which sounded more like a command to you.

“W-what?” You whispered out, not trusting your voice. Jungkook just chuckled deeply before pushing you down onto your knees. You looked up at him wide-eyed. Jungkook let out a groan at the sight. The noise went straight to your core. Jungkook began to unbuckle the belt on his black cargo pants. He pulled his boxers down with his pants down to his knees so that you had room. Jungkook’s hard length sprung out hitting his stomach, your eyes widening from how large and thick he was. You briefly wondered how that monster was going to fit inside you, but the thought was pushed from your mind as soon as Jungkook shoved his solid cock into your mouth, making you choke a bit. You got used to the feeling of his heavy cock on your tongue and proceeded to move your head up and down his length, loving the feeling of him in your mouth. You moaned around him, Jungkook letting a deep groan of pleasure. He gripped your hair tightly, pushing you further onto his cock. You gagged again when he pushed into your throat, Jungkook letting out an almost pornographic moan at the feeling of your throat constricting. You decided to step it up a notch being the sly feline you were and swallowed around him. Jungkook yelled out coming down your throat instantly at the feeling. You gazed up at him, as you slipped him out of your mouth, taking in his closed eyes and open mouth. He looked so fucked out and it turned you on to no ends. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at you with dark eyes.

“Oh doll, you wanna play dirty now hmm?… you won’t be grinning when I make you cum so many times you won’t remember anything but the way only I can make you feel…”

[kaypeace21]

Analyzing the 5 plays in this drama club poster .From the bts pics of stranger things 4.

So... some of ya’ll know I'm going through the st s4 films given to us by the official st twitter + the films reffed in the show itself or mentioned by the Duffers in interviews .

So I decided to look at the plays mentioned here. Because even if we don't see the monologues in the show directly - the Duffers wouldn't name drop anything unless it inspired them in some way. Similar to films name dropped in the show. Tw : for some dark themes .

This is just a quick little analysis I decided to do since we probably won't get any new st content today (3/22). Nothing too deep. Just mentioning things that caught my interest especially cause these plays have a lot of narrative connections to the st s4 movies I've been watching.

Invitation to a march (Authur laurents)

Reminds me of the stancy/jancy love triangle. "A young woman is having second thoughts about doing the right thing and marrying a respectable , rich, kind, young man with good prospects.By way of a prewedding diversion, this woman becomes interested in the passionate but poor and entirely unsuitable son of a local landlord.Basically, the plot concerns the efforts of Norma Brown to choose between a conventional fiance who "puts her to sleep" but is wealthy (like what her own mother did) or go for this new-poor guy. The play is principally interested in how this youthful love triangle affects the three mothers involved (whether the kids like it or not)

12th night (Shakespeare)

 - viola (el) wrongly assumes a family member (hopper) is dead. She dresses up as a man named 'cesario'. A girl named Olivia falls for 'cesario' (violet dressed as a man). "Finally, when 'Cesario' and Sebastian (violet's twin brother: assumed to have drowned - Will) appear in the presence of Olivia there is more wonder and confusion at their physical similarity. Taking Sebastian for 'Cesario', Olivia asks him to marry her, and they are secretly married in a church. Cough if Olivia is 'straight' cause she fell for Viola (as a doppleganger dressed like her twin brother).Mike being into el who multiple characters in s1 said looked like a boy and specifically like Will is...suspish and a hint he's not straight lol. just like Olivia they're both into guys . plus, this play just has a butt load of love triangles (ugh i hated that aspect). There was also romantically coded letters (which was in the s4 films) . One character is also thrown into an insane asylum and framed as 'insane'.'Pretending that Malvolio is insane, they lock him up in a dark chamber. Feste visits him to mock his insanity'. We all know the psych hospital will be narratively important- talked about it more here.

The seagull (Anton Chekhov-russian)

similar to how I believed s4 will show m*#even already broken up since the months between s3-4 : act 3 (s3) ends with Nina begging for one last chance to be with Trigorin before he leaves/moves away. They kiss and make plans to meet again in Moscow.And in act 4 there's a timeskip where it shows they've been broken up for a long time between acts- and its established they never actually loved eachother. Do i even have to spell out why this parallels the m*#even ending in s3? There is also a play within the play (this is common in a lot of the st films- they have plays- or a story within a story- which illustrate certain themes or emotions of the characters within said film : blackswan, children of paradise, highschool musical, Rushmore, book of Henry, welcome to marwen, never ending story, romancing the stone, wet hot American summer, etc).The play is Konstantin's latest attempt at creating a dense symbolist work. There is also alot of love triangles in the seagull. TW!: for se#ual ab*se/su*cidal thoughts/ inc*st (here and in other play segments). The seagull motif reminds me a lot of Jonathan's rabbit story.Konstantin romantically into Nina shows up to give her a gull that he has shot. Nina is confused and horrified . Trigorin sees the gull that Konstantin has shot and muses to Nina on how he could use it as a subject for a short story: "The plot for the short story: a young girl lives all her life on the shore of a lake. She loves the lake, like a gull, and she's happy and free, like a gull. But a man arrives by chance, and when he sees her, he destroys her, out of sheer boredom. Like this gull."  This immediately reminded me of jon's rabbit story and some of the movies on the s4 list . Like in forrest gump- Jenny (who is poor) was se*ually ab*sed as a very young girl by her father. As a child she runs away into a field-away from her alcoholic father yelling at her -there she prays that she can "be a bird so I can fly far far away" .

Jenny as an adult struggles with this unresolved trauma- being with ab*sive partners, doing dr*gs, and having su*cidal thoughts . She as an adult when contemplating su*icide, jokes 'you think i can fly like a bird ?' while looking down at a bridge.God-i'm worried about jonathan (Jenny was also a musician sort of like jon). In another s4 movie example ' mystic river ' :(in the 80s) a preteen baseball playing boy is r*ped by men in the woods. He later says he wishes he could become an undead monster to not feel the pain of that experience - cause quote " if I'm not human anymore maybe the pain will stop" (Will) . slightly off topic but he also has another personality, imagines a alternate word that dissappears when he turns his head. And as a less direct animal parallel to the play - the boy from the film also imagined his perpetrators as monsters and wolves to cope.In 'getout' the photographer character sees a dead deer in the woods and it represents a parent/his own childhood tra*ma relating to his past. similarly in 'prince of tides' the 2 siblings as kids were ra*ed by men. The older brother remembered it and the younger sibling developed DID (so didn't remember but she would draw wolves- as the perpetrators/villains in her picture stories she created . In the film they also had an ab*sive dad and were very poor. She also tried k*ling herself multiple times-but started to get better after remembering the source of her pain and trauma.  There is also the theme of multiple attempted su*cides in the play- and the play ends with yet another attempt- and the audience is left unaware of the artist's fate at the end of the play.

The tempest (Shakespeare)

Prospereo - (the perceived antagonist) is a wizard with monstrous looks, storm powers , and ability to create monster-dogs

He wants revenge on a man who tried ra*ing his family member & revenge on his other family member who wronged him years ago. I mean... pretty much my did theory.But in the end.Prospero decides to show his enemies the mercy that they did not show him twelve years earlier. He tells Ariel to bring the men to him, he will restore their sanity and then renounce magic forever.Prospero breaks the spell that the men are under .

Diary of a scoundrel (Alexander Ostrovsky-Russian)

-  I suppose this could loosely relate to Jonathan? Glumov, is a young man from an impoverished family lacking status seeking entrance into society's pampered class. A 19th-century Russian scoundrel must scheme his way out of his meager life in a small apartment -whatever it takes.He has a quick mind and some talent for seeing through the hypocrisies of people around him ( Jonathan does make a lot of social critiques about society). That gives him some advantages. A tale of one man's mission to finagle his way into upper-class society and find a cushy job. Set in 1874, this social comedy follows Glumov, a Russian youth who begins his ambitious ascent to social esteem. He progresses by wit, guile and rhetoric. Pitting one stupid person against another, he soon gains his ends. To reach these goals, Glumov will lie, flatter, and cater to the vanities of the wealthy. Unable to contain his disgust with his victims, Glumov decides to relieve his unvoiced satirical comments by recording his schemes in a diary. But he is tripped up by his uncle's wife, to whom he has made passionate love on his way to success. At the end of the play, his diary is stolen and his duplicity exposed, but he can nevertheless suceeds. The author is much more critical about the high society itself than about the main character, so the play keeps attracting generations of directors by opening possibilities for political criticism while also avoiding naming names of the current rulers.The play's aim was to overthrow bourgeois tradition and establish a class-conscious art called eccentricism giving a deliberately comic portrayal of reality.

I suppose I notice some possible commonalities-  besides s3 critiquing the wealthy/capitalism in comedic ways . jonathan since s1 has worried about his family's finances / had some resentment toward the rich . In some of the s4 movies ‘orphan’ & ‘ girl interrupted’ someone reads their diary out loud to get at them (in girl interrupted the winona character’s diary even had critiques of her new friends).  Alot of movies also have someone (usually a teen/young adult) making a documentary about their life -which could narratively replace said diary? A few movies have a poor guy adjusting to snobby rich social circles (or being poor and then getting money)- titanic, kingsmen, karate kid, the craft , godfather,  wardogs,into the spiderverse,flashdance, and many others . And movies like wardogs has a poor-young-character do shady things to finacially support his family . There’s also that whole uncle’s wife thing- which makes me uncomfortable for obvious reasons (but I’m just thinking of Lonnie’s creepy gf who was into him). A few movies had the guy’s step mom innappropriately hit on him- orange county & you got mail. And him trying to avoid her advances. Or...not to mention ... it may be a problematic coincidence /trope. But in enter the void -the guy who needs to finacially support his sibling/ does dr*gs -hooks up with his dr*g dealing friend’s married mom (who would give him money).  Or in gilbert grape- the poor teen-who has to finacially support his siblings/single mom-has his endgame relationship be a girl his own age. But before that he h*oked up with a married woman -who would give him money. Don’s plum -young film guy-propositioned by older female film director (for dream job). Not even mentioning the other films that have the guy hooking up with toxic older women (like ‘the graduate’). Or analyze this-where the therapist accuses him of having an Oedipus complex (not touching that one... but the guy in ‘enter the void’ a 100% had one). It’s possible those movies were just- inspo for s3?  A coincidence? Or s3 was foreshadowing for this in s4- but unlike s3 it will accurately be played as wrong  and a sign of Jonathan recreating past tra*ma caused by Lonnie (cough like the photos) /being desperate for money. And not played ‘comedically’ like how it mostly was in s3. But shown as self destructive  (for Jon) and immoral on the Woman’s end. Like... Billy and Jon are character foils. Both are older siblings into rock music, with ab*sive dads who shoved them into walls. Both lose it (and beat steve to a pulp when Steve accidentally triggers their daddy issues). In s3 it’s established womanizer Billy has mommy issues, than he tries ho*king up with someone his mom’s age, and the characters ref ‘back to the future ‘ and Steve incorrectly says it’s about “alex p keaton trying to bang his mom.” This could illustrate his subconscious issues with parental figures/adults cause of Lonnie’s  possible past se*ual ab*se . One film the friend even says to the guy “you don’t have friends!” guy b: i have friends! him:  no you have acquaintances! ADMIT IT! YOU’RE AFRAID OF MEN!I mean-Jonathan liked Nancy- but he initially hooked up with her cause he wanted to prove he didn’t have ‘trust issues’ from his dad. Also it’s prob a bit of a reach (and maybe a coincidence)- but the fact Murray in the same breath compares Steve (Nancy’s then bf) and Lonnie  ... uh... if you think too long about it ... it’s very sinister .  Especially because in s3: muray tells Joyce  that despite her wanting to be with a nice guy, she’s curious about “the brute” Hopper despite him reminding her of a past “bad relationship”(aka Lonnie). Like- yeah connect some dots.  Quite a few films (other than forrest gump) also have the character who (as a kid) was  r*ped by their dad/parent-  begin to do dr*gs/be pr*miscuous as adults since they never learned to properly cope with their trauma (’girl with the dragon tattoo’,  ‘black swan’, and ‘magnolia’). Unfortunately the whole relative doing such things to kid-relatives is in at least 30+ movies. 

Personally, i would be MUCH happier if Jon had a age appropriate romance- and had not a single creepy adult near him. A few movies actually imply Lonnie gets yet another ‘new model’  replacing his gf in her 20s with a new gf- who is ‘barely l*gal” and just turned 18. so there’s that possibility as well- that she’s jonathan’s age.I just want Jonathan-happy &safe. GOD. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

[legoshi-plz]

Cynic (Legoshi x Reader)

Legoshi x Canine! Reader

Warning: NSFW (+18), minor mention of Rape/ Sexual Assault

Summary: Maybe you and a certain Grey Wolf are more alike than you thought.

A/N: So I decided to change up these requests just a little so that I could combine them ! I hope you guys like it! These started off as Headcanons but i got a little carried away lol also Characters are all over 18 in this fic

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You weren’t exactly what people would call a ‘happy’ animal.

Okay that was an understatement, you could be downright depressing at times. It’s not like you actually meant to be such a downer, you just considered yourself a realist and being a Carnivore in today’s society was the farthest thing from a ‘happy’ existence.

People profiled Carnivores wherever they went, always quick to see your kind as natural aggressors and when they weren’t clutching their purses ready to call animal control on you all for just being alive, they were quick to go over the top to prove they saw “all animals equally”, which usually was just a ploy for ‘progressive points’.

Being a Domesticated Dog, you recognized your privilege was a double edged sword in one of the worst ways possible. You had Herbivores constantly in your face telling you “You’re one of the good ones” while other Carnivores mostly saw dogs as ‘sellouts’ who were willing to whore themselves out (socially and in... other ways) for even the slightest scrap of attention. It was infuriating just living in such a society and you constantly felt on the verge of snapping but if you did, you’d just prove to be everything they already thought you were.

So needless to say, you kept to yourself. You just couldn’t bring yourself to put on the false pretense of cheerfulness that domesticated animals were expected to uphold so you tried to keep to yourself. No one understood you nor did they try. They were too caught up in their own charades and you were beyond the point of explaining how screwed up this world was. They knew, they didn’t care.

You were convinced you would spend your entire high school career in the shadows, not making an impression (good or bad) on anyone or anything and for a while it seemed that way. Until your final year.

For the most part, keeping to yourself gave you a lot of time to observe others, rarely were you the one technically being ‘observed’. Which is why you couldn’t understand why a certain Grey Wolf couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He was painfully obvious, his awkward attempts to hide his little obsession whenever his eyes met yours was almost comical.

You chalked it all up to him probably being another sick fuck with a fetish for submissive animals. It was more common than most people like to address and Domesticated female dogs were the leading demographic of rape/ sexual assault victims from wolves. It was mainly the close proximity of their biology that made it so hard for wolves to control themselves (if you could say they had any control to begin with.) They preyed on smaller dogs because in comparison to them it was the closest they could get to defiling a Herbivore without the internalized shame and disgust. Also female Carnivores were often not believed when it came to these crimes because they were perceived as stronger/ more aggressive and should have been able to defend themselves. Yet another flaw in this fucked up animal judicial system.

You decided to ignore the Wolf and hope he just moved on. There weren’t many dogs at Cherryton but there were a few others who would probably be more than happy to tame the beast that lie within him. Or between his legs.

But weeks turned into months and his interest in you failed to cease. You decided to confront him. You decided to do so after class once the rest of the class filed out. He usually drug his feet so it wouldn’t be hard to catch him. Best case scenario, he was embarrassed about getting caught and promised to stop. Worst case scenario, he can’t control himself and takes you right then and there. You were apathetic either way, there were worst things out there than fucking a Wolf right?

You approached his desk as he was scrambling to shove his things into his shoulder bag, the rest of the class had long filed out by now.

“H-Hi,” he said looking up at you, his ears tilted downwards.

“You got a problem with me or something?” You can tell by the way his ears tugged down even further that your voice came off a little harsh but that was just the way you were.

“W-Why would I have a problem with you, YLN-san?” He was avoiding your cold stare. He was a Grey Wolf for crying out loud, what was wrong with him? Wolves were a lot of things but skittish wasn’t one of them.

“Drop the formalities. You stare me down day in and day out but now you’re afraid to look me in the eye? What are you playing at?” Okay maybe you did sound a little harsh but you didn’t believe in skipping around the topic.

“I just... noticed we were kind of... the same, y’know....” he grimaced. You left out a dry laugh. He knew nothing about you but he thought the two of you were the same? This definitely had to be some sort of ploy. He wanted something from you and sooner or later you’d find out what that something was.

But that later never came. He began to explain himself, explain how he was pretty bleak too and that he couldn’t help but notice that someone else seemed just as paused in life as he was. At first you thought he was just churning out bullshit but the more you sat and listened to him, the more you hung around him, you began to see the undeniable similarities between you two.

He would express the struggles he faced with his own existence as a Wolf, how he felt like he could never truly be himself, or even know what being himself actually meant because he was so busy trying to make people unafraid of him. It was like you had met your other half. He understood what had been gnawing at you from inside for years now because he was going through the exact same thing. And so the two of you became fast friends, nearly inseparable from one another.

You tried to deny it but you were slowly becoming more and more infatuated with the Grey Wolf every day. Legoshi was so kind and reserved at times but you found those traits all the more endearing. He showed such vast wisdom and maturity despite his own social awkwardness and you found yourself overwhelmingly comfortable in his presence. Comfortable and safe, his naturally huge physique and protective instincts which should give you every right to fear him actually proving to do just the opposite.

Speaking of Physique, you had to admit that Legoshi was undeniably attractive. Tall, beautiful coat, all lean muscle, a thick healthy tail you had found yourself drooling over near-constantly. He was any Canine’s kryptonite and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before now. Maybe it was just because you were so enamoured by his mind that your attraction to him physically was inevitable. Either way, you found yourself daydreaming about mounting him more times than you’d like to admit.

You thought that perhaps what you felt for Legoshi might be mutual until you found out he used to date a tiny Herbivore . And not just any Herbivore, a rabbit. The daintiest of them all. So he was just another sick psychopath with a fixation on innocence. You were heartbroken to say the least. What probably hurt the most was that you were no where near his type if Rabbits were his thing. You never stood a chance. But then again that wasn’t a surprise. You were nothing special prior to meeting Legoshi so why would yo expect anything to be different now.

That being said, it didn’t make you want Legoshi any less physically. You might not be his ideal mate but you knew there was still a part of him in there that had a desire for sexual release, a desire that Canine felt especially compelled to with other Canine, and you were going to capitalize off of that.

You found him in his usual spot in the art department after dark. He was always the last to leave.

“Y/N! Where’ve you been? H-have you been avoiding me?” He asked his tail tucked between his legs. You hadn’t seen him in about four days and giving the nearly inseparable friendship the two of you had over the past few months, it was out of character.

“I was,” you said bluntly. His ears lowered immediately.

“O-oh... did I do something wrong?”

“Yes,”

“... what was-”

“You fuck rabbits, Legoshi.” You saw his fur visibly stand on end and his eyes turn wide as saucers.

“Y/N I-”

“Look I’m just gonna cut to the chase,” you deadpanned, stepping forward, “I wanna have sex with you.”

“You WHAT?!”

“I’m attracted to you Legoshi. I might not be your type but I am small and I can make you feel good.” You didn’t wait for his response as you dropped to you knees in front of him.

“Y/N wait please,” he was tense all over but you were already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Surprisingly, he went commando.

You pulled him out of his pants to see his knot was already beginning to swell at your touch and he was painfully hard. You licked your hand and began to stroke his impressive length. Guess it was true what they say, the thicker the tail, the thicker the-

“Y/N please just give me a second!” Legoshi asked cupping your face between both his large hands. You craned your neck up to meet his gaze but continued to pump his aching cock.

“Just relax, Legoshi. It’s okay if you have to pretend I’m a rabbit, I don’t really care. I know I’m not much to look at anyway,” you said, wrapping your mouth around his angry tip that was currently streaming out pre-cum. You moaned at the flavor as Legoshi shuddered above you.

“Y/N please stop, this can’t happen like this, okay.” He said slightly more forcefully as he pulled you off of him and began to tuck himself into his pants, his cock straining against the fabric defiantly creating an enormous bulge.

“Really? That unattracted to me, huh? Well, I guess it is what it is,” you said in your usually monotone voice while standing up and brushing off your skirt. You turned, about to make your exit when Legoshi grabbed your arm.

“Wait, Y/N, look I didn’t- it’s not that- I just-” Legoshi was flustered and looked as if he was ready to pass out at any moment.

“Spit it out, Wolf boy,” you said , trying to hide the fact that your feelings were pretty hurt.

“I just- I like you Y/N, really I do but-”

“You just don’t like me in that way. I heard you loud any clear. It’s whatever, Legoshi. Don’t stress it,” you said attempting to shrug out of his grip.

“Hold on, can we talk about this?!”

“There’s nothing to talk about, I wanted to have sex and you don’t.”

“I- I do w- of course I want to have sex with you, Y/N. I like you, a lot. You’re actually all I’ve been able to think about for a long time. But you’re so.... so.... indifferent towards even the slightest romantic implications, I didn’t think I had a shot in Hell...” he sighed.

“If you like me then why’d you stop me?” You asked evenly. You weren’t about to get your hopes up, that just wasn’t your style.

“Because I like you. If there’s even a chance you feel how I do then I wanna do this right. Ask you out properly, ask you to be my girlfriend, ask if I can kiss you, y’know the right steps before...”

“I suck your dick?” You offered, a small smirk playing at your lips. His still very much present hard-on twitched visibly at its mention.

“God, Y/N,” Legoshi groaned attempting to cover himself. You fought back the urge to giggle at his shyness despite the fact he was in your mouth less than two minutes ago.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I want to do it. Don’t you want me to?” You bit your lip in what you hoped was a seductive way.

“So fucking bad,” Legoshi groaned again unable to avert his eyes. You took this as an opportunity to step forward once more.

“Then why don’t we let this one slide, huh? And then we can do things your way?” You whispered palming him through his pants. He unconsciously began to grind lightly against your hand.

“Y/N, I’m in.... Male mode.... if we start, I might not be able to stop,” Legoshi voice was straining from trying to keep his own pleasure at bay. You dropped back down to your knees, once again pulling him out.

“Then don’t. Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to ride you, Legoshi? Let’s allow this one free-pass then you can start all the courting processes you want,” you said before taking him into your mouth. Legoshi felt his eyes roll back into his head as he thrust softly into your warm, wet throat.

“W-Wait, one more thing” he moaned, once again taking away what was quickly becoming your new favorite treat.

You were about to protest when he kneeled down to your level, again cupping your face in both his hands in order to place the sweetest kiss imaginable on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours for a moment, before pulling away to see you with the dopiest grin on your face.

Yeah, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

[yandere-daydreams]

Forest God Deku who seems a little to keen on keeping the cute little human adventurer who has wandered into his forest crawling with monsters and fairies

Somehow, I think Forest Deity Izuku might be less feral than our average, mess-of-a-hero Izuku. Or, he might just be a little more subtle about it. It’s hard to tell, at first.

TW: Threats of Harm, Mentions of Death and Torture, and Implied Imprisonment.

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The world was spinning. Spinning, spinning, spinning.

The forest around you was darkening quickly, golden light shining through gaps in tree-tops and radiating a calming, pacifying aura you couldn’t seem to lull into. Creatures came and went, curious rabbits that came to inspect an immobilized human and scavenger birds looking for an easy meal, the latter usually discouraged by flailing movements and an onslaught of inappropriate language. The trees made lazy, meandering circles around you, in no particular rush to close their investigation, the carpet of dead leaves and decaying fauna rising to brush against the tips of your limp fingers. Like a friend, silently making sure you were alright.

It occurred to you, suddenly, that the world wasn’t spinning, nor was it upside-down. You were.

And you didn’t think you wanted to be, any longer.

“You’re awake,” An unfamiliar voice greeted, bringing your attention to the boy sitting in front of you, then behind you, then to your side, your lethargic rotations soon put to a stop as his hand latched onto your wrist, holding you still. He looked calm, too calm, sitting on the forest floor as he scanned over you, giving you time to do the same. Green hair blended perfectly with the lush flora that surrounded the two of you, and a splatter of freckles spread themselves across his pale features, painted from his cheeks to his shoulders. He was shirtless, but what wasn’t covered fazed you much less than what was, everything below his waist covered by a coat of hazel fur, more similar to a fawn than a man, backward-bent knees and cloven hooves going little to settle your unease. He chuckled when he noticed you staring, leaning forward slightly as he spoke. “You were out for quite a while,” He started, his voice soft. “Must’ve hit your head on the way up. It’s a miracle you woke up at all, really.”

“Fuck off,” You mumbled, the words weighed down by your own exhaustion. You groaned lightly, attempting to pull yourself into an upright position, but as soon as you shifted, whatever was wrapped around your ankle dug into your skin, forcing you to realize just how rough the material was. A dried vine, you guessed, braided but not dethroned. Tight, and getting tighter anytime you moved. “Is this… are you magic?”

Another laugh. You cringed, a steady pain already starting to form in the back of your skull. “It’s just a snare. A normal one, not cursed or anything,” He explained, waving his free hand through the air nonchalantly. “Humans don’t tend to mix well with anything supernatural. I’ve tried before, but then you always start screaming and panicking, and if that doesn’t kill you, the way your bodies interact with it usually will.” He paused, stopping to think. “Am I magic? I never thought to ask, and now he’s gone… If I can use it, does that mean--”

“Who are you?” You cut him off before he could go on. You had a feeling he’d never be quiet, if you let him ramble. “Let’s start with that. Who are you, and when are you going to let me go?”

“I’m Deku!” He was back to smiling, grinning too widely as he pushed himself to his feet. The spinning continued, but Deku didn’t seem opposed to following in your unwanted tracks, walking in circles around you. Your body felt heavy, your head beginning to ache, his introduction barely audible over the blood rushing past your ears. “I guess you could call me a guardian spirit. That’s why I do, really, I guard things. See, this part of the forest is special.” He stopped walking, but you didn’t have to see him. You could feel his eyes burning into you, regardless of where he was. “Dirty little humans aren’t supposed to come here.”

You opened your mouth, something between a defensive insult and an apology playing on your tongue, but Deku didn’t give you the chance, catching your ankle and driving his nails, no, talons into your skin, so much sharper than they seemed to be, last time he made contact. Like those of a predator. A mountain cat. “You understand that this is bad, right? You did something very, very wrong. You wandered into someplace sacred, and you disgraced it.” His fist flexed, pointed tips prodding further, deeper. Blood began to drip from the wound, but your feet were so numb, you could barely feel it. You didn’t want to feel it. “I should kill you. I should torture you. Maybe an agonizing death would be enough to make up for the intrusion.”

You were silent, for a moment, but the true levity of your situation hit you abruptly, as forceful as an oncoming freight train. A God, a man, a satyr, something had strung you up, knocked you unconscious, and was spouting off threats he didn’t seem opposed to carrying out. You might’ve cried, if the pressure on your eye-sockets hadn’t been so crushing. “Please.” You weren’t thinking. You couldn’t think. Not when you’d been in such a compromising position for so long. “Please, I don’t want to die. It… it was a mistake, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry--”

“’Please don’t kill me, Deku. I’m so sorry, Deku, I won’t do it ever again!’ That’s what they all say.” He sighed, shaking his head. His teasing was light-hearted, comically high-pitched, but his exasperation was genuine. Dark. “Want to know how many times I’ve heard that? Thousands. And how often do you think it works?”

He let you go, tearing his claws from your flesh. You whimpered, and his smile broadened. “N-never.”

“Never.” He reached down, tapping the end of your nose as a faux-reward. “Good mortal. But, that’s not going to happen to you.”

Hope bubbled up in your chest, boiling over before you could push it back down. “Thank you, thank you, I didn’t-”

“It won’t be what happened to you, if you do as I say.” He kneeled in front of you, taking hold of your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. You could’ve avoided it, if you tried, but it was all you could do to stay focused on anything. Those black, beady eyes made a good target. “Come back to my temple with me, and don’t struggle. I can’t let you leave, not once you’ve entered, and I won’t tolerate disobedience. I’d hate to have to flay you after I’ve promised not to.”

You blinked, your frown returning as quickly as it’d disappeared. You didn’t remember how you’d gotten here or why you were alone, but you knew you shouldn’t stay. The sun had gone down, by now, and the air was growing colder by the second. You didn’t want to see just how inhospitable the environment could get. “Your temple?” You asked, meekly. “I… But, my family, and my friends, they’ll be--”

“Or, I could leave you here. We’ve got a few unique animals here. They’re a little more confident than the bears and wolves you’re used to.” As soon as he finished, a howl echoed through the woods, loud and scratchy and primal. Several more followed, as if on cue, and Deku nodded in their direction. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say they enjoy having a meal that can struggle. It makes it more fun to tear apart, right?”

You didn’t respond, falling silent and thinking it over. Deku shifted, moonlight catching on fangs you swore hadn’t been there a moment ago, and you nodded before you could decide against it.

You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be trapped. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Deku.

But, the pulse beating violently inside your head and black spots eagerly invading your vision reminded you of something more important. Something you needed.

They made you remember how much you desperately wanted to stop spinning.

[dafukdidiwatch]

Chapter 9 and 10 End

Got to go, running late on things. Will do recap later

TL;DR: I’m screaming, parent issues are are abundant as abusive and manipulation, and I have a new ship going on.

Edit: Ok I am back and I have new theories on everything going on because Fuck I’m down the rabbit hole here. Where or where do I fucking begin.

Really this session just hammers down the different type of abuse that poor Lucy is going through. It’s even color coded and everything. Blue being cold, isolation, physical and emotional neglect from Thierry. Vs the Red of warm, attentiive, possessive and emotional manipulation that is Fidelia.

I don’t doubt that Fidelia cares for Lucy. But it obviously is really twisted if like only one day in Fidelia is already trying to run Lucy’s life how she thinks it should be. Honestly Seiji nailed it when he pointed out the outfit change was more for Fidelia’s taste instead of Lucys’s.

And this chapter is nothing more than family secrets revealed to Sylas isn’t it? Like, how far do you have to break the boy he’s already hurt enough. His dad literally hating his eldest and lawful child, hates his mother, 100% willing to have an affair and have more children and being told flat to his face he is nothing but a tool. It hurt to learn he was there just as a ploy for Fidelia to keep Lucy to herself, but I loved how he still cared for his half siblings. He wasn’t angry at Emilia’s existence, but how Fidelia had seemed to cast her to the wolves that is their father. He wanted to learn more about Lucy as a person, as his sibling, and was happy that it sounded like they wanted to connect too. But of course he couldn’t because Fidelia made sure to try and nuke that chance before it could bloom. Leaving them both just as lonely as ever.

Ugh it sucks so much because Lucy left from one form of isolation abuse to another!

And a minor note, Peony is probably another bastard child of Fidelia and Dubois. Her and Emilia are probably twins than Dubois didn’t want to take care of both of them so he found a way to ditch one into the streets. I mean, it’s the fucking nose people! The timeline merges and fit to one complicated mess that wouldn’t have happened if two people didn’t decide to bone down.

God I want to know what January will think of this, hearing that the anomaly they were supposed to hunt down is now Fidelia’s pet favorite. Actually, now that Lucy is here, will Fidelia even care for January as much? Or will she still try since this is her way of manipulating the council.

Rin is apparently living her best life as a wolf monster of not giving a fuck and about to do some dirty backdoor dealings with Fidelia. That is Not going to bode well.

And finally, Seiji. Wow did that Bastard Man manage to change my perception of him. You bastard, how dare you make me like you. Fucking Twerp. But god, he is trying to get it through to Sylas that he should go after someone who Likes Him. Which, puts Sylas first as part of his feelings, but also can be flipped on to himself because if Sylas is straight, then Seiji should go after someone who likes him. And that hurts.

And then when he talked to Lucy, like first time ever talked to Lucy, it was cute. It was dramatic. It felt like a normal conversation where they aren’t putting on airs with each other and just trying to figure shit out. And it was, really cute. He has this fucking “devil-may-care” rogue persona that he defaults to when he feels cornered, hence the kiss to piss people off. But, having that be your first form of romantic interest after being in isolation for 5 years, I can see why Lucy may be smitten.

Of Course....it sucks that Seiji only managed to put 2 and 2 together on Lucy and Cylas AFTER he dipped. But he got there eventually. The disaster bastard man.

I think I have a thing where I can only approve of ships if I see some in-canon connection/plausibility first. And it wasn’t a pair I would see dating. But I honestly hope there could be some feelings that sprout between the two. Some emotional development that doesn’t center around emotional abuse since Seiji knows what’s up with Fidelia and calls her out on that.

And since this post couldn’t possibly get any longer: underneath are my theories and just what is up with Morgan and Thierry.

This is what happens when I get caught up on comics, I have IDEAS.

Let’s start off somewhere simple here: Timeline.

Fidelia and Dubois have affair. Multiple times. And it resulted in Morgan. Something Something happened and they pushed Morgan into hiding so it has no connection to them. I’m also thinking that because of how Morgan has no connection to them, since Fidelia lost touch with her kid, she made sure/blackmail the Dubois to raise their next kid as his own to make sure they are taken care of. Hence Emilia’s life.

Anyway Morgan was sick, went to the care of Joe Rothart and Dr. Malliet, where a sudden Husk attack killed Morgan and Dr. Malliet 5 years ago. Where Thierry took them to be raised as “Lucien” under his care.

Thierry “gave up everything” for the kid, meaning he thought it was in his best interest to take Morgan.

The reason Joe has a soft spot for Husks is probably because Dr. Malliet was his significant other/partner. Tobi asked if they “broke up” so it implies they were dating. See here I was thinking that Morgan was like, Joe’s brother or something, way older at the very least. But Morgan was the sickly kid, the patient, and Malliet was the other Husk Expert trying to help.

Basically what I’m saying is that Thierry and Joe were lovers. Thierry Rothart is really Dr. Thierry Malliet. While trying to help Morgan, he used his own magic to maybe siphoned the illness away or something and ended up turning into a Husk himself. So when he squirreled away with Morgan (Lucy) he took the last name of Rothart as a momento of their past relationship/ what could have been and as a way of hiding himself.

Also, Ivy isn’t his cat.

We fucking saw what happened with Captain Yiff of the Wolf Brigard. She turned into wolf mode like Jade did. However!!! Thierry became the bird man of Alcatraz and sprouted feathers. AND! Husks are people who literally reabsorb their magic familiars back into themselves. Meaning that Thierry can’t have absorbed his Peacock Bird familiar AND have Ivy the CAT be his active familiar.

The only way I can think this was any way possible to have a “have your cake and eat it too” moment is because of Su. Su never had magic to begin with, and how she’s a Goat Husk, implying if she did have access to magic her familiar would be a goat. The same could have happened to Lucy.

It was stated that for a Husk the magic comes from the eyes, and eyes are the windows of the soul. Trying to heal Morgan resulted in draining the magic from their eye and that magic latched itself into Thierry, turning him into a peacock man.

....why he wants to have his house be a shrine of peacocks of what he did instead of his own fucking cat, I will never know.

Regardless, I’m thinking that after Thierry did manage to cure Morgan, since he took their eye (again, part of the soul) it probably resulted in memory loss too. I’m thinking that the eyepatch is just covering a hole or dark powers because if Lucy has like one-eye in husk mode that would be really stupid.

It also better explains Ivy helping out Thierry’s Husk mode. Familiars are conduits of magic that allows the Mages/Magicians to safely use their magic without overloading. That’s why when the magic is reabsorbed into the person the magic is out of control and fluctuates on emotion. The animals are safeguards. So Ivy, as Thierry’s familiar, is able to drain away the magic in his emotional states. But that also backfires because draining away magic that wasn’t necessarily his means it was also draining away his memory, hence his behavior issues with Lucy.

Which can also explain Lucy’s own “magic draining powers” is because they is out of balance. They aren’t like  non-magic people where they aren’t able to access their magic. They aren’t like regular magicians where an animal familiar is there to help manage magic. And they aren’t like Husks where all the magic is fully absorbed into their body. Because they don’t have access to their original magic source (Thanks Thierry) their body is trying to balance itself out by siphoning the magic of others. Fill in the gap as it were. Which only works if they are in close physical contact with a magic source. But because it isn’t their original magic, it doesn’t last long. That’s why even though Ana was drained completely of magic, Lucy is unable to use it anymore, or at the very least can’t access it as easily.

The only other thing I could think of is how the hell does Fidelia connect with Thierry. Because Ivy was scared shitless of her or the thought of her. She probably threatened them both as Dr. Malliet to do “whatever it takes” to cure Morgan, and we all know how possessive she is with her children.

Long story short, Dr. Thierry Malliet did some experimental treatment which resulted in his husk form and Morgan’s cure/memory loss/magic issues. To protect themselves from being hunted, he fake their deaths and hid away as a recluse and raising Morgan as Lucy so the city’s magic leaders won’t hunt them down.

[poinsettiaatnight]

alright I just decided to look up an episode of the TMNT 2012 series because I vaguely remembered there being an episode with the baby turtles & I need me some cute found family feels in my life right now

then I just see this

so now I’m just sitting here like “hey I’ve actually watched the movie Yojimbo a while back & that’s a pretty neat reference to make” & I find out this is also a crossover episode with another comic character so now I’m intrigued because I didn’t realize this show did stuff like this (the fact that I’ve only watched a few episodes of season 1 might explain it)

and let me tell you, I was not prepared for how much this show had changed

first of all, rabbit samurai? hell yeah. he looks pretty badass

the wolf guy has way too many teeth

(not gonna lie, this shot is pretty creepy)

also they changed the theme song?! 

i see the boys have gone all james bond on us

(i’m getting some cowboy bebop vibes from this intro too)

and it looks like my girl April took a level in badass over the seasons but i’m going to take a wild guess and say she’s not actually in this episode

also, is this an official 5th season or some pseudo-spinoff thing they tacked on as a sort of final season?

this title kind of threw me off. is season 5 just a bunch of canon AU episodes or something?

that’s a really nice background tho

...is that a severed hand? in my ninja turtles cartoon? maybe i’m just not used to the cartoon fandoms because i thought this show did that thing where they use robots & stuff in place of real people to get around censorship rules (& all that jazz)

jesus christ, this kid’s a spoiled little shit isn’t he? i hate excessively bratty children like this. kudos to the VA for perfectly portraying that whiny tone

i really love it whenever heroes get those white Batman eyes when they’re in a serious fight. and the group full on showing off their ninja skills is so fun to watch. it’s weirdly easy to forget that they’re ninjas when you mainly think of them as just huge anthropomorphic turtles also have they been called kappa before in the show? i don’t know but i’m loving that nod to folklore/mythology

i don’t know anything about cinematography or scene composition but i just really love this shot   

Usagi’s a pretty cool character so far

first of all, this next scene? loving the change in art style

second of all, HOLY SHIT! HE DEAD! someone actually died in this kid’s show. that’s pretty brutal. how long have the TMNT been full on killing people in this show? go hard or go home, i guess (or maybe it’s like One Piece where any death goes as long as it’s in a flashback)

is this Usagi’s background story from the comics too or has it been completely changed for this show? just curious

and again, i am loving this art so much!

now where the fuck was he keeping that pizza all this time?!

Mikey being all supportive when Donnie says it’ll take decades to send them back home & Donnie clearly appreciating the positive response is exactly the kind of family moment that gives me life they’re so adorable here look at Donnie’s little smile

Usagi just straight up sliced a dude. i mean, there wasn’t any blood but still that guy fell from his horse & hit the ground pretty hard. 

another guy got knocked off a horse then got trampled by another horse, so he’s definitely horribly injured if not dead. holy shit, the kill count just keeps rising 

and how did armor for wolves (or whatever those soldiers are) fit four giant turtles? and how did they learn to ride horses? have they done it before?

i can’t get good screenshots of the action scenes but Mikey straight up kills 3 more wolves with his shuriken and honestly i was not expecting that from him

Usagi staring down the villain while standing on a moving horse is such a badass move

i know is should be more concerned about the protagonists possibly-but-not-really falling to their deaths but i’m more worried about the horses. those animals are crazy delicate, man. i’m pretty sure if a horse’s leg gets injured they’re pretty much ruined for life or something. and they’re falling off a cliff. those horses are fucked

i didn’t expect a lot of this from this show going back to it. i definitely need to finish these crossover episodes in addition to the Lone Rat episode. maybe i’ll watch the whole series. eventually. after i watch ROTTMNT.

[britishassistant]

Mr. Hale’s Art 301

August— Introduction to Line and Shading

The adolescents file in, a few chattering to each other, but most with their heads down and stomachs rumbling, backpacks rustling with the sheafs of paper they’ve accumulated over the course of the day. 

Even the peppier ones look tired as they choose their seats, and Peter can’t honestly say he blames them. 

He’s in the back room again, observing how his students behave when they think they’re not being observed.

They’re terribly predictable. No one will sit in the front row of tables, a learned self-preservation instinct to keep distance between themselves and an unfamiliar, hostile adult. 

Those that know each other will take seats near each other at the tables, their familiarity relative to how close they’re willing to sit to each other. Those that know no one will take seats as far away from everyone else as possible, or if they came in late, be forced into the seats that their classmates left purposefully unoccupied. 

The bursts of petty ire towards those unfortunates who violate the buffer zones have Peter rolling his eyes. Really, the pretense that humans are anything but a particularly weak and underdeveloped sort of animal is laughable for all their veneer of “civilization”.

The beagle-girl and another girl barely make it inside before the tinny wail of what’s supposed to pass for a bell. 

Beagle-girl plops behind the front table by the door, too focused on trying to rub an incriminating dark smear from the side of her hand to notice how she’s isolated herself.

The other girl scans the room, makes a face at the empty front tables, glances between them and the beagle-girl, before reluctantly seating herself next to a suddenly sour-faced young man at the end of the table that’s diagonally behind her compatriot. 

So he finally has a face to put to the second intruder.

Well, isn’t it only fair that he return the favor?

Peter waits until his students begin to look around, and then opens the back-room door, feeling a measure of satisfaction when every single one of the thirteen heads whip to stare at him.

Beagle-girl shuts her mouth and tries to covertly lower her hand like she wasn’t about to try licking the stained side of it.

“Good afternoon.” Peter says pleasantly. “My name is Mr. Hale. I’ll be your art teacher for this year.” 

He turns around to chalk his name at the top of the board, rolling his eyes where his students can’t see at the bursts of arousal coloring several scents behind him.

Teenagers, honestly.

He sets the chalk down and scoops up the papers on his desk in one hand, taking a moment to separate the syllabi from the rest. He circles around his desk, still smiling. 

Beagle-girl doesn’t smell like arousal. She smells like fear and nerves, eyes wide and pulse racing when he stops in front of her table and proffers the syllabi. 

“Would you mind passing these out while I call roll, dear?” Peter asks, smile broad and toothy. 

She nods rabbit-quick, reaching out to take them with the stained left hand. She only realizes her mistake once the papers are in her grasp, face paling rapidly.

Peter’s grin broadens.

He turns and strolls back to his desk. “Now, if you have any name you would prefer to go by, please let me know and I will note it down on the attendance record, understood?”

There’s a chorus of nods and “yes”es from the class, save for beagle-girl and those who are clearly wondering why she’s decided to walk around the room to hand the syllabi out instead of passing them from her chair like a normal person. 

Peter’s not entirely sure himself, but he digresses.

“Mark Spieler.” 

“Right here.” A boy in the center table of the third row raises his hand with an unusual amount of self-assurance. His hair stinks of gel despite its untidy look and he’s lounging in his chair like it’s a throne, shooting conspiratorial grins to the girl and boy on either side of him. 

His scent is shot through with a strange smell, something that Peter can’t quite identify but raises his hackles all the same. He’ll keep an eye on that one.

“Polly Russo.”

“Here!” The girl closest to the window in the second row raises her hand, appearing only moments from waving. She’s one of the peppier ones, with a braid covered in brightly-colored sporadically-spaced elastics, her irritation with the boy seated in the previously-unoccupied seat beside her lasting only moments. 

Her scent right now is telling of mild confusion, presumably at Peter’s decision to start at the end of the roster instead of at the beginning as convention dictated.

“Alicia Reyes.”

“...Here.” A gloomy young woman seated at the far end of the central table of back row half-lifts a limp hand. Her clothes were dark and seemed haphazard somehow. Peter tilted his head, imagined a couple of years on her, and suddenly realized why he felt like her scent and features were vaguely familiar. 

Well. This made things awkward. 

“...Evelyn Mahealani.”

“Evie’s fine.” The smiling girl closest to the window at the back lifts the textbook she is in the process of tucking away into her backpack in lieu of raising her hand. Peter catches a glimpse of a boggled rainforest frog before the textbook goes down and away.

She at least appears to have a modicum of fashion sense, even with all the new-age jewelry littering her arms. She’ll soon learn how impractical those can be when they move into paints. 

“Jordan Harlowe.”

“Here.” A young man with dreadlocks at the far table in the second row raises his hand, looking disinterested. He’d been one of the later ones in, and appeared wholly unconcerned with incurring the ire of his classmate by taking the “buffer” seat.

His eyes were flickering over his classmates in a vaguely judging manner, silently assessing in a way that reminded Peter of that useless lump Deaton and the charming Ms. Morrell.

“Adam Johnson.”

“Here!” A boy with enough acne to strike a match on at the central table of the second row raises his hand. Despite his irritation with his new table-mate, his overall demeanor seems to be eager to please, his clothes too neat to be anything that he’d chosen himself.

Peter recognizes him from the photos on his new boss’s desk, the nervously-smiling child standing next to his mother who probably had all of his teachers monitoring his behavior.

“Fate Evander.”

“Huh? Oh, here!” The young woman at the end of the window-table in the third row turns away from her hushed conversation with her table-mate to wave a hand. She pushes her glasses up her nose and turns to grin ruefully at her conversation partner at being caught distracted. 

Peter would be surprised at the sight of a leather jacket in August, were he not intimately familiar with his nephew’s fascination with them that resulted in the item of clothing becoming a semi-mandatory pack uniform.

“Jean-Paul Durand.”

“J.P.” Peter has to blink at the curt person sitting next to the window in the third row, who stares at him moodily for a moment before turning back towards Fate. He’s...relatively certain that Stilinski doesn’t have any siblings, but the resemblance is scarily uncanny. 

The buzzed hair is ginger, the accent is French, the features are (somehow) a little more feminine, and the scent is telling of a life spent outdoors. But Peter’s going to poke around some of his sources, just in case.

“Timothy Coffret.”

“Right here!” The boy at one end of the center table in the third row throws up his hand, nearly clocking the self-assured boy next to him in the nose. The lanky boy freezes, face comically horrified before asking if his friend is okay with near-hysterical giggles.

Mark reaches over and begins attempting to noogie his dark brown hair while a girl on the other side of the table begins shaking her head and giggling along with them.

“Thomasina Coffret.” 

“Tina, and that one’s Tim.” The young woman points at herself and then at the boy squawking in the noogie’s grip. Even if the same last names and familiarity weren’t a dead giveaway, the similar brunette hair, coloration, and scents marked those two as close siblings.

The way they were bracketing the strange-smelling boy was interesting though. Almost as though he were their alpha, despite the fact that none of them were werewolves from what Peter could tell. 

“Jessica Berzynas.”

“Here~” The second intruder carelessly raises her hand with a look on her face that makes Peter want to roll his eyes again. She leans further onto the edge of the center table in the second row, her mooning expression only outmatched by the moon on her shirt that’s surrounded by airbrushed howling wolves. 

And she’s wearing a dog collar too. An honest-to-god red fabric dog collar that still carries the canine scent of its previous owner. Peter closes his eyes briefly and silently asks for patience. 

“Walter Boyd.”

“Here.” A nervous young man at the other end of the center table in the end row raises a hand, glances at Peter, and quickly away, dropping his hand as he does so. He adjusts his glasses, fiddling with his phone under the table, scent stinking of pungent self-loathing.

Jesus, what are the odds? Peter almost wishes there was a way to express his condolences to the two in the back without exposing his connection to their...older siblings? Cousins?

There should be “sorry the supernatural killed your loved ones” cards. It would make things so much easier. Peter himself could’ve done with one of those years ago.

His eyes flick back down to the roster. 

The small smirk returns at the sight of the dark blot at the top of the page and the rounded handwriting that’s doing it’s best to mimic the typeface under it.

“Nana Assis.”

Beagle-girl continues handing out syllabi, shuffling the remaining papers and looking around to check her classmates all had one, beginning to start her circuit again once she realized she couldn’t tell from her position at the back of the class. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “Nana Assis.” 

The second intruder turns around and hisses “Nana!”

Beagle-girl’s head whips up to stare questioningly at her blonde cohort, before she catches sight of Peter (and the rest of the class) staring at her.

“Oh, um, present!” She squeaks, sticking a hand in the air.

Peter raises an eyebrow until she lowers it again. “Thank you for handing those out, Miss Assis. If you could return the extras to me?”

She tentatively approaches him, heartbeat still rabbit quick. She hands all the papers back to Peter, ignorant of the fact she’s forgotten to leave one for herself.

“If I could ask another favor of you, Miss Assis?” The girl pales again, but nods resolutely. “Would you mind drawing something small, on the corner of the board there? Anything you’d like.”

She follows where Peter’s pointing, and hesitantly walks over and picks up the white chalk. She  draws a rectangle, then a slightly wonky cross within the rectangle, quickly shading the four areas outside the cross in white.

“It’s, um. The English flag. Because I come from a small village north of London, originally.” She explains haltingly, British accent thick in her voice as she gestures to her creation.

Peter nods. “Thank you for this, Miss Assis. You can sit down now.” 

Nana Assis gratefully flees back to her one person table in front of the door, only looking mildly confused by the syllabus that’s magically appeared there in her absence. 

“Now, could anyone tell me what Miss Assis’ drawing is made up of?” Peter looks out over the class. “Mr. Harlowe?”

“Failed attempts at straight lines.” Jordan Harlowe deadpans, uncaring of the nervous titters around him, or the way that Miss Assis goes red and tries to sink down into her chair.

Peter raises an eyebrow. “Well Mr. Harlowe, if all lines were straight, life would be much more boring, now wouldn’t it?”

That garners a few giggles and Jordan Harlowe’s grudging nod, as though Peter’s passed some kind of test or won a round of something.

“Chalk.” Evie Mahealani calls out. 

Peter nods to her. “That is indeed the correct material Miss Mahealani. But to go back to Mr. Harlowe’s insistence on boring convention, how would you define a line?”

There’s a silence as his students contemplate this, before Tim Coffret pipes up with, “A mark!”

“Hey!” Mark Spieler shoves his friend good-naturedly. “You callin’ me a line?”

“Yeah, a pick-up one.” Tina Coffret teases, grinning at the resulting groans from the people around her.

“A point following a dot!” Fate Evander volunteers. 

“Well done, Mr. Coffret, Miss Evander. Broadly speaking, both of your definitions are correct. Lines are one of the most fundamental elements of 2D art, dating back to when cavemen discovered that mixing certain dusts with urine allowed them to paint on walls.” Peter takes a moment to enjoy the expressions of disgust and morbid interest on the faces of his students. 

“A set of closed lines, like the ones Miss Assis has so thoughtfully provided for us, divide the surface we are drawing on into positive and negative space. Can anyone tell me what the difference between those is? Yes, Mr. Durand?”

J.P. Durand’s face goes stormy all of a sudden. “I’m not a Mr.” 

“Ah, forgive me.” Peter says smoothly, “Would it be better if I address you using Miss or Mx.? And are there any pronouns you would prefer I use?”

The furious expression disperses somewhat. “...Mx. is fine I guess. And I use they/them.” 

Miss Evander squeezes their shoulder, smiling hesitantly as they valiantly ignore their classmates’ curious stares. 

“If you’d like to continue, Mx. Durand?” Peter prompts. 

J.P. Durand bridles, a small sort of happiness infusing their scent as they say, “Positive space is within a shape, negative space is outside of it.”

“Very good.” Peter nods. “And, as well as forming shapes and denoting positive and negative space, lines can be used to show different colors and values of light, as Miss Assis has demonstrated with her shading here.” 

Peter points to the white areas to emphasize his point, noting that the embarrassment and shame is gradually fading out of Miss Assis’ scent in favor of a small, happy sort of pride.  

“In this class, we will be covering the practical aspects of art creation, with a small emphasis on the theory and history behind the techniques we will be using.” Peter continues, directing his class to begin to examine their syllabi. “We will not have tests as you are all used to them, with rote memorization that fails to actually teach you anything. However, that does not mean that your grades will not be judged based on the quality of your work. While some of you may try to argue all art is subjective, trust me when I say that there is a difference between art that has real passion behind it, and art that you think is passable for a blow-off class.” 

Peter grins, teeth bared and ever so slightly lengthened beyond an ordinary human’s. “And I will know the difference, I promise you that.”

There is a collective shiver among the adolescents that makes Peter feel a lot more satisfied than he probably should, but he’s got to have his fun where he can, doesn’t he?

“This does not mean I expect you all to excel at every method I teach you. That will only stifle your talents and lead to irritation and boredom on both your and my behalf. In fact, I wish to encourage each of you to find a métier you are most comfortable with and see how you can produce something innovative with the unique skills you will develop. That is why, if you feel you have found a medium that “clicks” with you, I will permit you to continue to use it in conjunction with other methods if you let me know ahead of time. For some of you that will mean you may only discover your medium much later in the year, but that is unfortunately the nature of time and the world, which are both chronically unfair as you all have no doubt realized.”

That earns a few snickers, but some still look afraid.

“Again, I do not expect excellence in every area. That bores me, and as you will come to know, I loathe boredom. Give me effort, genuine effort, and try to find some of that innovation that the education system has tried so hard to stamp out of you, and you will do just fine in this class. In other classes, you will be filling out worksheets and textbooks and exams that will ultimately mean nothing once you all move up in the world. Here is the only place where you can create something, where you can mold the world into the vision you believe or wish it to be, rather than try to fit the molds it has arbitrarily decided to assign you.”

Peter looks out over the faces of the young minds he’s supposed to “enlighten”. What garbage. He’s not going to be putting anything there that there aren’t seeds of already. 

“Yes.” He says, grinning wide. “I think we will all make something very interesting together.”

The shrill whine that’s supposed to pass for a bell rings, and his new students pack away his syllabi and stream out of the door to fill their rumbling bellies.

[cheeso]

Fairy tales suck

in todays world were mad at the kids for pop songs and fortnite but i guarantee these things are more intelligible and character-building than whatever fairy tales were meant to be, i have no idea how my child mind even conceptualized half of these, i am specifically talking about european fairy tales and brothers grimm, none of them make any sense or have any kind of moral whatsoever, unless you can describe ‘Ruin A Troll’s Life’ as a moral; there’s a spanish one called Thirteenth (??) where a child heroically cooks a giant alive, bifurcates her and feeds her to her husband’s family, what the hell. and the thing is im not actually joking they all go on like this. little red riding hood - seriously think about little red riding hoods plot structure for a moment and imagine teaching it to an adult - a wolf eats a grandma, dresses up as her, then it splits into like 5 different alternate endings some of which involve grotesque axe murder, whats the point. who is little red riding hood anyway? this is unestablished? what are her powers?? what are we meant to learn from this? that we’re just Never Safe From Wolves? digging deeper down the rabbit hole like 20 brothers grimm stories are literally just about the humiliating execution of an antisemitic caricature, some of them dont even bother with the pretense. so who keeps passing this stuff down through the ages? i know youre thinking ‘its because theyre time-tested classics!’ but have you READ some of this stuff? Here is an excerpt from my new most favoritest uninterpretable fairy tale, Ferdinand the Faithful and Ferdinand the Unfaithful

The princess declared that she could not live without her magical writings, from the castle, so the king sent Ferdinand the Faithful for them, but with the horse's help, he got them by the same way. On the way back, he dropped his pen into the water. The horse said it could no longer help him. Ferdinand the Faithful played the flute and had the fish bring back the pen.

The princess married the king and became queen, but she did not love the king. One day, she said she knew magical arts and could cut off someone's head and put it back on again. Ferdinand the Unfaithful suggested Ferdinand the Faithful, and she cut off his head and put it back on again. Then the king said she could do it to him as well, and she cut off his head, pretended she could not put it back on, and married Ferdinand the Faithful.

The horse had Ferdinand the Faithful take it back to the castle and ride around it three times. It changed back into a king's son.

If you can read this and understand it maybe youre tuning into a primordial vision of reality only medieval peasants could grasp and im just simply not there yet but doesnt it seem like this is a load of balls?

kids today have cartoons and comic books with cool plots and great morals instead of fairy tales maybe thats why theyre turning out cooler lately. my coworker brought her daughter to work the other day and she made me teach her how to use microsoft word so she could print out 30 sheets of a picture of a dog she got off google and the words ‘i love buddy’. then she passed them out to everyone but she didnt give one to me. maybe that and this fairy tale thing both are just proof im out of touch with my inner child forever

[letterboxd]

All the Cinephiles!

Talking films with filmmakers at TIFF 2019, including Bong Joon-ho, Beanie Feldstein and Daniel Radcliffe.

The 2019 Toronto International Film Festival brought pay-offs for the Letterboxd community from some heavily anticipated world premieres: Taika Waititi’s “anti-hate satire” Jojo Rabbit, Rian Johnson’s entertaining whodunnit, Knives Out, Marielle Heller’s A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, Todd Phillips’ Joker, and the Canadian premieres of big-hitters like Palme d’Or winner Parasite, The Lighthouse, Bacurau and Marriage Story.

The following films also went over well with the Letterboxd members in attendance: Blood Quantum, Saint Maud, Color Out of Space, La belle époque, Waves, 37 Seconds, The Burnt Orange Heresy, About Endlessness, The Invisible Life of Eurídice Gusmão, Uncut Gems, The Obituary of Tunde Johnson, Dolemite Is My Name, Just Mercy and documentaries The Australian Dream and Collective.

We took the chance to ask some of the many filmmakers on the ground in Toronto about films they love (and the films they were there to represent).

Choi Woo-shik, Bong Joon-ho and Song Kang-ho at the Toronto premiere of ‘Parasite’. / Photo courtesy of TIFF/Tommaso Boddi.

Parasite

“All the cinephiles, the film geeks!”

We had just one question for Bong Joon-ho: how does he feel about Parasite being not just our highest rated film this year, but this decade? “I’m so happy with that. All the cinephiles, the film geeks! Me, also the cinephile, so I’m very happy with that news, thank you!”

Choi Woo-shik, who plays Ki Woo, the son in Parasite’s poorer family, described what it’s like to be directed by the acclaimed filmmaker. “This is my second time working with director Bong. He gives very friendly but subtle, very descriptive direction to actors, so I think that gave us a lot of confidence to act better.”

His favorite scene to film? “It must be the scene where the whole family’s drinking together in our semi-basement, right before my friend comes from work and gives me the stone. It was really fun working with director Bong and Song Kang-ho as my father. It was perfect.”

‘Parasite’ opens in US cinemas on October 11.

Producers Debra Hayward and Alison Owen, actors Beanie Feldstein, Alfie Allen, writer Caitlin Moran and director Coky Giedroyc. / Photo courtesy of TIFF/Phil Faraone.

How to Build a Girl

“That’s someone who’s really enjoying writing.”

Beanie Feldstein, admired for her work in Booksmart and Lady Bird, hit the TIFF red carpet for famed feminist writer Caitlin Moran’s adaptation of her semi-autobiographical novel, How to Build a Girl. Feldstein is a riot as Wolverhampton teen Johanna Morrigan, who reinvents herself as “Dolly Wilde”, a rock critic and “lady-sex-pirate”. Feldstein promised Letterboxd that if Moran’s next two books about Morrigan, which have been optioned by the same producing team, are also adapted for the screen, she’s in for the trilogy. “Of course! I mean, she’s my girl! I feel so protective of Johanna and I love her so much.”

We asked the reigning queen of the coming-of-age genre about the films that she loved, growing up: “I grew up obsessed with Funny Girl. Fanny Brice is my idol! Bridesmaids, my senior year of high school, was, like, the best movie ever. It was the most memorable theater-going experience of my life.”

How to Build a Girl is Caitlin Moran’s first film screenplay. (Working with her sister, she has previously adapted their family life for the British sitcom Raised by Wolves.) We asked Moran which screenwriters she most admires. “Oh my gosh. Who do I really love? If you read the scripts of Bruce Robinson, who did Withnail and I and How to Get Ahead in Advertising, those scripts read beautifully. All the description is there; he describes the sky looking the color of burnt sugar. That’s someone who’s really enjoying writing and you feel that vivacity come through on the page and in the character of Withnail. I love Bruce Robinson’s scripts.

“Juno was my favorite film of the last ten years. The way that that story was told just made me incredibly happy. I just love Diablo Cody so much. Like, when you read her stuff you feel her heart, sometimes her groin, and her massively exploding soul! So that’s what I’m always looking for. I just want to see things on screen that look real, that someone went ‘I’m going to have to write this or bust’. I hate films that look like someone went, ‘Oh, we’d better make a film that looks like a film’. I want people to have sat down and done a list of things where they’re, like, ‘What would I like to see on screen that I’ve never seen before?’

“And that’s what we tried to do with How to Build a Girl. I just literally, when I was writing the book, just [had] a list of things that I’d never heard anybody talk about with girls.”

‘How to Build a Girl’ does not yet have a scheduled release date.

Willem Dafoe, Robert Eggers and Robert Pattinson. / Photo courtesy of TIFF/Tasos Katopodis.

The Lighthouse

“I think the fart jokes work.”

The Lighthouse, directed by Robert Eggers and co-written with his brother, Max, is a film that the word “bonkers” has been thrown around a lot to describe. Willem Dafoe and Robert Pattinson go head-to-head in the black-and-white, claustrophobic, psychedelic and disarmingly funny psychological horror.

Max told us: “I came up with the original conceit that, you know, the sort of horror-genre of a lighthouse, I’d never seen done. And then Rob needed a writing partner. Well, actually, he had said to me, ‘Do you mind if I steal this lighthouse idea?’ And I was like, ‘Sure, fine, whatever,’ not knowing where it would land me eventually!”

Writing as brothers, says Max, involved “a lot of turpentine being drank! That’ll make sense for people who see it later. No, I’m just joking. It was a perfect fit. We trust each other, and I think that’s the big thing about writing teams is you gotta trust each other. And brothers, you know, it’s easy. You’d hope it would be easy. Sometimes it’s not.”

When we suggested that the brotherly relationship likely influenced a lot of the flatulence comedy in The Lighthouse, Max agreed: “Yeah, again, it’s one of those things where we took risks. Comedy is about that. You’ve gotta be able to be honest and trust yourselves. We didn’t know how it was going to play but, thankfully, I think the fart jokes work.” (When asked at the TIFF Q&A whether those farts were real, Dafoe replied: “Half and half.”)

Robert, when asked about the film he remembers as inspiring him to think about filmmaking, immediately offered Star Wars, particularly because of the available behind-the-scenes coverage that aided the “discovery process”. Max couldn’t recall the first film that inspired him into a movie-making career, but “one that reaffirmed my work would be a film by Elem Klemov called Come and See, which is the greatest, one of the best films I’ve ever seen. Amazing film.”

‘The Lighthouse’ opens in US cinemas on October 18.

Taika Waititi at the TIFF premiere of ‘Jojo Rabbit’. / Photo courtesy of TIFF/George Pimentel.

Jojo Rabbit

“Adults are ridiculous.”

“To me, Kak was so visceral and real.” That’s Jojo Rabbit producer Chelsea Winstanley talking about her imaginary childhood friend, for whom her family would set a place at the table and open doors, at her instruction. Jojo Rabbit’s writer-director Taika Waititi is also Winstanley’s husband, so her producing role naturally started early in the process, when they would share stories at home about childhood imaginary friends. Waititi plays the title character’s imaginary confidante: a stupid, vain, petulant and badly-dressed version of Nazi despot Adolf Hitler. It’s a character not found in ‘Caging Skies’, the Christine Leunens novel from which the film was adapted.

“We talked a lot, shared stories like that, so I think it’s very clever that he introduced that,” Winstanley explains. “It’s almost like we want to have some kind of heroes in our lives but we don’t know if they’re good or bad. Jojo doesn’t know the actions of adults. We’re just ridiculous. Adults are ridiculous. So it’s a really incredible way to show this kid that [Hitler is] not such a great hero.”

Winstanley, a director herself, was last at TIFF with the female-directed anthology film Waru, and produced the acclaimed documentary Merata: How Mum Decolonised the Screen, which was picked up by Ava DuVernay’s Array Releasing and is currently available on Netflix. “It’s amazing how I get messages, emails from people around the world who have watched it, because they can, thanks to Ava DuVernay. She championed this film to get out there. I have a massive girl crush on her.”

On the topic of inspiring women, Roman Griffin Davis, who has been gaining notice for his title role, praised his acting coach, New Zealand actor Rachel House: “She’s properly amazing. She’s a great actress and she’s very good at teaching acting. She kind of taught me how to act. Apart from my mother as well!” Fun fact: House is a long-time collaborator of Waititi’s (and voices Gramma Tala in Moana).

At the Jojo Rabbit Q&A, actor Stephen Merchant revealed the inspiration for his Nazi Gestapo officer: “I don’t think it’s going to come as a shock to anyone that I obviously watched Raiders of the Lost Ark. The great Ronald Lacey performance as the Nazi Gestapo officer… he’s very scary and terrifying so that to me seemed like a great guide; you can be comic but every so often you just turn on that chill factor.”

Meanwhile, Jojo Rabbit production designer Ra Vincent told us that the film Life is Beautiful—and the personal interests of filmmaker Sir Peter Jackson—were his key influences for the film’s design. “I’ve had quite a long relationship working with Peter Jackson and being around his interests, which are First World War memorabilia and stories. So I’ve had an opportunity to see how close to people’s hearts these stories are, and how it’s important to protect them.”

As for the films that made him want to be a filmmaker, Vincent, who began his movie career as a model maker, replied: “I think Star Wars did it to me. And also, oddly enough, Medusa [Ray Harryhausen’s work in Clash of the Titans], because of the claymation aspect to it. That’s my background.” Vincent is already working with Waititi on his next project, “a very nice little feel-good film about the American Samoa soccer team of 2011. It’s exciting to do a job at the beach!” (Michael Fassbender is reportedly in talks to play the team’s coach.)

‘Jojo Rabbit’ opens in the US on October 18.

Rhys Darby, Daniel Radcliffe and Samara Weaving. / Photo courtesy of TIFF/Phil Faraone.

Guns Akimbo

“Life’s too short to work with assholes.”

Daniel Radcliffe hit the red carpet this year for New Zealand director Jason Lei Howden’s Guns Akimbo, the follow-up to his micro-budget, metal-horror, splatter-fest Deathgasm. Also starring Samara Weaving and Rhys Darby, Guns Akimbo finds Radcliffe drawn into a live-streamed game in which guns have been bolted to his hands. It’s a far cry from Harry Potter and, looking over his recent output, we couldn’t help but comment that he must be having the time of his life picking roles as far from the boy-wizard as possible.

“I mean, I’m looking to be happy and live a nice life,” Radcliffe replied. “I’m very fortunate to be in a position where I can really pick and choose what I wanna do. No actor is in that position. That’s such a gift, so I’m very lucky to just get to work on stuff that I love and is maybe, I am told, weird, but I love it. And, yeah, also life’s too short to work with assholes, so I generally love to work with lovely people like Samara and Rhys and Jason. It’s very nice.”

Getting Radcliffe to name the film that made him want to work in movies is a tricky ask, since he started out so young. “That’s what’s weird about me is that I feel like most actors get into it by becoming a fan of film and then, like, ‘I wanna be an actor,’ whereas I was on film sets already by the time I realized I liked film. And I love film sets. I love being here. I feel like that’s what I fell in love with, was actually the experience of making things on set.” When pushed, he ponied up: “The first films I remember falling in love with are, like, Toy Story. Those are the first films that I remember seeing and going, ‘Oh, this is amazing’.”

Rhys Darby, who plays a down-and-out character named Glenjamin in Guns Akimbo, had been at the premiere of his friend Taika Waititi’s film the night before (Darby played Psycho Sam in Waititi’s Hunt for the Wilderpeople). “There’s nothing like it,” he said of Jojo Rabbit. “He manages every time to cast these fantastically comic-driven, gifted children, and [to] have so much pathos and heart. It was a triumph. I’m just jealous I wasn’t in it!”

Asked what the film was that made him want to get into the entertainment business, Darby responded: “Wow, that’s a good question. To be honest, I’ve always been a James Bond fan. I grew up watching the Roger Moore James Bonds, and it was the epic-ness of those 1980s films, which are ridiculous. The Roger Moore ones, there’s a lot of humor in them, there’s gadgets, and there’s these great locations, and I kind of dreamed of the idea of maybe being part of that world. It just seemed so ridiculous that it would never happen to a kid from Pakuranga, but it’s kinda happening!”

Darby recently achieved a dream of visiting Bond creator Ian Fleming’s home. “I actually went to Goldeneye! Yeah! Who would have thought that I’d get to go to Ian Fleming’s resort in Jamaica, and sit on his chair, where he wrote these novels? That was really special to me.”

‘Guns Akimbo’ does not yet have a scheduled release date.

[lykaetales]

Wolves At The Door (@Lorren_Lykae & @Kaden_Lykae

Lorren: ~I was fucked and there was no two ways about it. I’d just sent away the only friend that I had in this giant mess and now I was left to find my own way out of this. I didn’t bother going into the house with the ten year old. He didn’t need to see me for me to be protecting him. No, I would just hang out here until his parents got home. And then I would have to deal with Neall. I didn’t hold out any hope that my brother would get back in time to handle this situation. I knew that Kade was fast but this just wasn’t in the cards. For the hundredth time I ran through the options in my head. There were things at play here that I couldn’t see. I was guessing that Neall was aligned with the Hunter but I had no real proof. It seemed like the only reason that he would want to take young away from their parents. And that did, very much, seem to be his goal. My fingers curled at the thought, nails sharpening into claws. He was not going to do this to the pack. Not if I had anything to say about it. All of my subterfuge and double dealing was done with now. There was no clean way out of the hole that I dug for myself. I sure as hell wasn’t going to lay down and let them shovel dirt over me. No, I would go out clawing and biting. I stripped my clothes off and shifted. There was no telling how long Neall would keep the parents away but the wolf could handle it better than the man. I made a circuit around the cabin a few times making the circle wider and wider with each swipe. By the time I was done I was familiar with every tree and rock in the area. I was dining on a rabbit by the time I finally caught the scent of the parents. I could tell it was them because the entire area was marked with their distinct scent. They weren’t the only ones coming down the trail though. My hackles were up. I backed into a large bush so that I could watch the exchange, hopefully without being seen. There was Neall with the parents, no doubt ready to point out the absence of the pup and point a finger directly at me. No such luck asshole. The little guy was busy eating all the food in the house and making an unholy mess, but very much still alive. Back in the woods I caught another scent. My nose lifted to the air. What was it…. Neall’s son… So the guy didn’t even come alone. Just in case there was trouble. Yeah, there was trouble alright. Damn, now I wished that Kade was still here.~ Kaden: I’d watched as Lorren had turned away from me and sent me on my way. There was no way I’d have time to get back to our packlands and get Lachlan to follow me back. I ran though, just as Lorren had instructed me to. I was good at following orders, though only by those I trusted or ones they trusted. I managed to run about five miles out before I stopped and turned back in the direction I’d come. Lorren was in danger, and he would rather do that than allow me to also get caught out. But if I was keeping my distance and just watching, I could use my known insecurity on needing to be close to Lorren at all times. Never close enough to overhear much, just there as his shadow. It would make sense to them, I was the outcast already, so I would stick with those who I felt comfortable with, who hadn’t abused me in my past or had earned my trust. Neall wasn’t that person, but he must have observed that I’d do what Lorren told me, that I looked to him as my alpha as well as my brother. I growled to myself and then stripped quickly, balling my shirt up and hiding it in the bottom of a hollowed out tree. Hoping it would stay dry there until I could get back to it. The jeans I knotted around my ankle loosely so that it would attach like an anklet when I shifted. I took a minute to look around before dropping down and transforming into my wolf from, my white fur standing out like a sore thumb in the lush green. But I didn’t care, I needed to use my nose to ensure I stayed out of sight and out of trouble unless Lorren needed me. I just hoped he didn’t kick my ass too much for going back for him. I rolled fast in as many leaves as I could, the slightly damp earth sticking to my fur to dampen down fact I didn’t blend in. My size didn’t bother me, I was used to sneaking around and keeping myself hidden from those I didn’t want to see me. The minute I was sure I was ready I started back towards the little house I knew Lorren would still be guarding. I circled around the back of the house, away from the natural path that Neall should come from. I kept my nose to the ground and checked that I wasn’t crossing any paths that might lead them to me and not Lorren. I pushed myself hard until I scented Lorren, slowing my path to try and follow where he’d gone. The scene was growing fainter the longer I stayed with it, and I realised quickly that it was his perimeter walk I was following, which would bring me around to the front of the house. A place I really didn’t want to be. I adjusted quickly and moved straight down to the back of the house, almost shuffling on my belly to ensure I wasn’t seen by anyone inside. I gave my surroundings a cursory glance and then moved towards a small outhouse to the side of the property. I ducked behind it, hearing voices from the front of the house. Though I wasn’t paying them much mind. They weren’t loud, so I took that to mean that arguments or fighting hadn’t happened yet. I shifted back as quietly as I could and pulled on my pants, buttoning them while shifting around behind a waterbutt attached to the shed. It gave me a good vantage point as well the ability to amble in and help if I needed without being seen. It took me a minute to realise what I was seeing, and when I did I couldn’t stop the growl that threatened. Neall was there alright, along with who I assumed were the owners of the house as well as his son. I quickly checked past the little crowd of wolves to find Lorren. He appeared to be unharmed, but that didn’t stop my protective instinct rising until it took me physical effort to stay hidden until I knew what was happening. Lorren: ~I could stay hidden. I was certain they knew I was here but I could also run. The options weighed on me. Neall would find me, no matter how long it took. I was still in wolf form so I had that advantage going for me. If they really wanted to catch me they would have to change as well. My thoughts grinded to a halt when I thought I caught a scent on the air. Kade? No… That was just from our meeting before. Or was it?... I knew how that wolf thought, we had been through so much together. I also knew that I wouldn’t have left either. Not really. I went over to where I hid my clothes and shifted back into the form of a man. I walked right out to the clearing in front of the house and greeted the parents of the young pup.~ There you are! So good to see you’ve returned! I’m afraid that I’m a bit of a terrible pupsitter though. He may have made a mess in your house. From the smells and sounds I’m willing to bet that is completely the case. ~I laughed it off, acting like I was a stupid wolf that couldn’t even take care of a little one. Neall was staring daggers through me. I smiled as pleasantly as I could. Yeah, step up to me right here and now asshole. Too many witnesses. He would never do it. No, he would wait until I went to leave. I really did hope that it was Kaden that I smelled lurking. He was one hell of a brawler when push came to shove. The parents opened the door to the house and let out a loud exclamation. I leaned forward a fraction so that I could see the damage. It was one for the record books that’s for sure. A wonder the guy didn’t burn down the house.~ Wow!... I guess I probably should have barged in the door… It just didn’t seem right since I’m sure he doesn’t know me. ~My face stretched almost comically in apology.~ I can stay and help clean up if you want. ~And piss off Neall even more by making him wait for whatever he had planned. He sure as hell wasn’t going to yell and scream at me about how I didn’t serve up their kid right in front of them. I could almost hear him cursing me in his head. Of course the parents thanked me for offer and showed me right in. I ignored whatever Neall was about to say to me and got my ass inside the house. I made a straight track to the back door and popped it open. There was definitely a stronger scent of Kade back here. I cupped my hand to my mouth and imitated the sound of bird that he would know was a signal for us. Come on, buddy. Get your ass in this house. My eyes scanned the trees for his form. He was almost too good at hiding. Probably due to the fact that his big ole white ass couldn’t hide in anything but a damn blizzard.~ Kaden: I watched as the couple stepped forward at seeing and hearing Lorren. I shifted and moved through the trees until I was parallel with Lorren. I’d heard him speak openly about the kid that was inside the house. I was sure if the parents hadn’t been there Lorren would have been cuffed and beaten within seconds. As it was I could see the anger radiating from Neall, even as he tried to keep it under control. Lorren was a better actor than I’d given him credit for, though I really shouldn’t have been surprised with all the creeping around with Neall and his idiot son. I had to smile at the ‘I’m sure a klutz’ routine came out. That was about as far from his actual personality as it could be, and I was hard pressed not to make noise as I watched. Both parents looked horrified at whatever was inside the house, and I found myself edging forward to see though the open door. The place was completely ruined. Chairs turned over, whatever food the young had been eating was on the walls and floor and just about everything that could be moved had been abandoned. I exhaled and shook my head. What the hell would be have been like to feel that at home as a kid. To be so secure in the love your parents had for you that you could just go wild when they were out the house. I remembered my tiny living space that I’d been forced to stay in while I grew up, it had been immaculate with my heart rate skyrocketing any time something was out of place. I’d learned early that I was to take up as little space as possible, and that orderly kept the alpha happy. That was all the incentive I’d needed. Yet here was this kid who had just gone wild with the freedom of being home alone, and I was equally jealous as I was thrilled. I blinked and snapped back to the present just as the parents seemed to invite Lorren in to help clean up. Neall and his son were talking as Lorren hadn’t even waited to see if he’d be scolded. That would also cost him later I had no doubt. I cocked my head when I heard the bird sound that signed he knew I was here. Of course he did. He never seemed to know where I was exactly, but there was never any doubt in his mind when I was nearby. I straightened and ambled out of the trees, carrying a few pieces of wood that I’d found lying close by. “I’m here with….oh, hi Neall.” I smiled, though my eyes were on the floor, even pretending I had no idea what was going on couldn’t rework the ingrained need to shy away from contact. Especially when I moved past Neall and he stepped forward, baring his teeth and hissing under his breath. I knew the parents of the kid couldn’t hear him, and I was fairly certain Lorren was still inside being put to work. I slowed my step so I didn’t look pushy as I tried to sidestep the two person barricade in front of me. “What are you doing here?” The words were formal, and now at a volume that would suggest they were for show. “I knew Lorren was going out, though I could help build a fire and keep him warm while he waited.” The sneer was directed at me, while Neall’s face was turned from the house. I saw his eyes flash before he growled low and gestured for me to go inside. “He’s in there cleaning. Perhaps you can take over and earn your keep, that’s what you do, right, offer services when needed?” I gritted my teeth, but instead of answering I just bowed my head and moved closer to the house. I placed the firewood beside the open door and turned to face Neall and his son, “Thank you for the invitation. I’ll see how I can help.” I nodded and stepped inside, the anger in my chest just about kept my words civil as I pretended to have just stumbled upon the situation. “Lorren, you in here?” Lorren: ~I yanked Kade deeper inside as soon as I saw him. He’d made it past Neall and his goons so that was a good sign. I felt better putting myself between him and the asshole though.~ I think we have everything well in hand, Neall. Thanks. ~I waved a hand at him and quickly closed the door. The look on my face betrayed the cool exterior that I was trying to keep. This was still going to go sideways. All I had done was bought us time. That and made sure that my best friend was right next to me. No way in hell I was going to leave him wandering around out there while Neall did god knows what. I rested my back on the door and looked at the parents who were well and truly confused at this point. I figured that the truth couldn’t really hurt me at this point so I sucked in a deep breath and let loose.~ Neall is not what he seems. ~I looked behind the parents to make sure that the boy was lost in his own world and not paying any attention. My voice lowered just to make sure.~ He sent me here to take your young while he had you otherwise occupied. ~I wasn’t sure if they were going to believe me or not but it was high time that the pack start figuring things out or we were all lost.~ I have no idea what he is up to or why he needs the youth of the pack but he tried something similar the other day when we were in town with some teens. I’m sure of it. ~I paused to see if any of this was sinking in or if they were just ready to brush me aside. I might have been born to this pack but I had been gone a long time and none of them would understand where my loyalties might be.~ I disobeyed him. There is no way in hell that I’m about to lay down and let him harm anyone, let alone little ones. I know that you don’t have any reason to believe me but I really hope that you can at least see that something is wrong. Neall is pissed right now because I didn’t do what he wanted. There is going to be a fight. ~I turned to Kade, gripping his shoulder tightly.~ I’m glad you are here, brother but I wish that it was under better circumstances. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have in my corner. ~I let out a deep breath and looked around the place.~ Alright. Let’s get this place cleaned up. Everything else can wait. ~I really hoped that Neall wasn’t busy getting backup. That thought had me busy thinking of ways that we might make it out of here alive.~ Kade: I grunted as I was unceremoniously yanked into the room with Lorren, the couple and their young. All looking at me like I was about to bring a bolt of lightening down on their home. I wasn’t surprised when Lorren stepped in front of me though, despite the fact I was there to protect him. I bit down on my lip and lowered my gaze to the floor. Trying not to show my amusement, but also keep myself as small as possible so that I wasn’t intimidating to the family. I heard a squeak as I stepped forward, and realised I’d stood on some kind of toy that the male must have been playing with. His eyes went wide when I looked up at him, and I slowly removed my foot. The slow, tortured wheeze as it inflated again seemed to take up the space until Lorren spoke up. I kept my eyes lowered, wondering what the hell was going to be said to explain why they had two wolves they’d never met in their living room with their unattended young. My brows hit my hairline when Lorren actually told the truth, I shot a look at the parents to see what their reaction was. Noting that they looked a mixture of shocked and confused. There was some uncertainty there, but the longer Lorren went on, the less that showered through. The seemed to actually be listening to him, their horror at the thought of coming home to their home to kill their young. Leaving them without something in their lives that was their world was obvious on their faces. Though whether this would do more than just serve to make them run scared, I didn’t know. I shuffled my feet slightly as I tried to keep myself invisible, not that it had ever worked in the past, but normally people leaned towards remembering those in charge, and that wasn’t ever me. So I kept my face to the family and my senses on alert in case Neall tried to do something stupid. He wasn’t normally as angry as he had been. In the entire time I’d been here, I’d never seen someone disobey him in quite a brazen manner. Actually, I’d never seen anyone disobey him. What Lorren had in store for him wasn’t going to be pretty, and I doubted I’d fair much better, but I knew that when I backtracked. The hand on my shoulder snapped my attention back to Lorren, my senses zeroing in to the words and the weight of his hand. “I managed to get a mile out. Figured you’d need back up if you weren’t sticking to the plan. Glad I was right again.” I flicked my gaze up and let the corner of my mouth lift in a smile. At no point would that not be the case, and Lorren knew that. I exhaled a breath and then nodded. “The young really made a whole mess. I should have stuck in here rather than running off.” I snorted and picked up the first thing I could see, it was some kind of stuffed animal. “I’ll tidy the best I can, this place is making me twitch though.” I was a little OCD with my stuff, I had to be with the pack files as well as the tiny amount of stuff I called my own. I stepped closer to Lorren as the family started to crowd their son, ensuring I kept my voice down so I didn’t disturb their family moment. “I’m not cleaning up the chewed up and smeared food. Or anything soggy. I did enough of that growing up.” I shuddered and stepped away to continue collection the various toys that were scattered around the place. Most things were just turned over or scattered, thankfully there wasn’t too much that seemed to be broken. I didn’t look outside, I didn’t want to give Neall any leverage to try and intimidate, I’d leave negotiations up to Lorren and hope that if they did try anything, we were together when it hit. Lorren: ~I walked around the house picking things up, trying to formulate a plan. I wasn’t about to put this family in any danger. That was the exact opposite of my goal. Just then my foot stepped in something. I looked down to see what Kade was talking about with the chewed up food. What the hell?~ You eat it or you don’t eat it. This is just a waste. ~My wolf was disgusted and it bled through in my tone. The family was looking at me with worried expressions. I flashed a wide grin.~ It’s cool. It’s all good. Obviously, I’ve never had kids. ~I moved on, finding something else to clean. No plan was miraculously forming and that was cause for worry. We might just be fucked here. It was when I went to straighten a rug that I found it.~ What is this? ~Pointing to what looked like a trapdoor in the floor.~ Holy crap, Kade. We might make it out of this one yet! Where does this come out?! ~I knew that the doors and windows would be watched like a hawk but if we could sneak out some other way then we might have a fighting chance at ambushing the assholes. The father stepped forward to explain that the passage came out a short way from the back of the cabin. My eyes brightened.~ Perfect. ~I looked at Kade with a flash of excitement. Now we were talking! The plan from that point on was pretty straight forward. The family would keep up with the cleaning as if nothing was going on and we would sneak out separately. One to the right, one to the left. It was all about stealth and I knew that Kade was up for the job.~ Feel like hunting with me, brother?! ~I stripped out of my clothes and let the wolf take me over. The transformation was quick, painless. He wanted out. The door was held open and I darted down it with only a whisper of sound. I came out behind a large rock, surveying the nearby area. Nothing here right now but I could smell that a patrol had come through recently. I cut to the left, following the path of the patrolling wolf.~ Kaden: I jerked my chin up when Lorren spoke. That tone showed that whatever had happened was something that didn’t sit well with him. I’d expected to see bones of another kid or something, but apparently it was just chewed up food. I bit my cheek to stop myself from smiling. I felt the same way about eating what you were given, but then the two of us had grown up where you ate it or lost it. And what you were given wasn’t really ever enough. The family looked taken aback, but it would seem they had never wanted for anything. The sheer amount of toys and food in the house showed as much. I approved of the rows of bookcases though, that I could happily get on board with if I ever had more money than I knew what to do with. I carried on cleaning up, my fingers trailing lightly over the books as I left Lorren to his cleaning. My attention was slightly on the windows in case there was an invasion, but mostly I just enjoyed the feel of the various leather and paper covers of the books that added so much colour to the room. They obviously had extensive taste, as the books ranged from incredibly old, obviously passed down, books, to children’s books that their son obviously thoroughly enjoyed chewing on. I was about to pull one from the others when I heard Lorren speak again, this time his tone was one of excitement and hope rather than disgust. I turned and looked at him then the trapdoor under his feet. Could we really have got this lucky? I moved closer and then met Lorren’s excited gaze as I realised what his plan was. I nodded and then waited for Lorren to start changing before following suit. I folded my clothes and his so that I could place them on a chair where they’d not get in the way of the family. “We’ll come back for these. Door stays locked.” I didn’t really have people skills, but I was glad they nodded to me to show their understanding. I then shifted and followed on after Lorren. I used my nose to know which way he’d done, and I ran in the opposite direction. I made it to the shed where I’d been when I’d first come into the house and poked my head around it, sniffing the air. It appeared that the main players were still in closer proximity than I’d have thought. I backed up and then darted back into the woods, I followed my nose and kept low to the ground. I didn’t blend into my surroundings as well as Lorren did, so I had to be fast and quiet. I’d learned that from young, and I’d honed it into a skill I used in both wolf and human form. I followed the path, knowing I was coming from behind the wolf patrolling this side of the property by the scent trail getting stronger and not weaker. It was an easy trick to learn. I didn’t want to kill anyone if I had a choice. But knocking them out would do until Lorren gave me the order for more. I slowed when the wolf came into view in human form. It made me frown to see, but Neall and his kid had turned up in human form, so perhaps they had lykae patrolling in both forms to ensure they covered all bases. I stayed low and turned back into my human form before moving from behind one tree to the next. As the lykae came within jumping distance I leapt forward and used my weight to take him by surprise and land him on the floor. I didn’t waste time before I wrapped my arms around his throat, pressing hard until I felt his body go slack against me. I held on another couple of seconds before letting go and pulling him under a nearby bush in the hopes that it wouldn’t tip anyone off should they stumble across this route. I then gave the surrounding area a quick look before changing back into my wolf form. I knew if me and Lorren kept up taking out the patrols, we’d eventually end up back together again to work out what the plan was from there. Lorren: ~I followed my prey at a safe distance, always remembering to stay upwind. This sometimes meant that I had to circle around and it felt like I was losing valuable time. As soon as I saw the wolf that I was following I realized that my caution was warranted. This wasn’t just any old lackey, this was Neall’s own son, Críostóir. I would only get one shot at this and I had better make it good. Something clicked in my mind and a dangerous decision was made. Now was the time for me to act. This was what I had been building up to the entire time. My ruse was up, I couldn’t hide behind the disguise of doing Neall’s bidding anymore. I knew for a fact that the bastard was setting his son up to be the next alpha. So I would take away that possibility. It was a tough call, but I made it. Críostóir had to die. Along with his father. I waited for the perfect moment, giving myself the advantage of height by crouching down on top of a boulder. I waited for the wolf to patrol by and pounced. There was no going back from this. Vicious fangs aimed straight for the other wolf’s neck. I clamped my jaws down and was immediately tossed back and forth as he struggled to get me off. I tasted his blood but I know that I had missed the vital vein. He slammed me against the boulder and all of the air rushed out of me. My jaws released involuntarily. I had two seconds to get my wits back before he came charging at me. I hunkered down, waiting until the very last moment to dodge to the side. My teeth lashed out and clipped his hamstring, causing him to stumble to the side and run headlong into the rock. I swiped him with my claws, leaving a ragged slash down his side. He managed to grab hold of my front foot with his fangs. The pain ripped through me and caused me to fall to the side. He came down with me and suddenly I saw my real opportunity. The soft underbelly of my opponent was exposed, open for the full force of my powerful hind legs. Even while my front leg was still locked in his mouth, I kicked and clawed and destroyed his stomach. Warm blood and guts flowed over me. The fight was done but Críostóir was too stubborn to realize it. He shook his head back and forth rapidly, succeeding in snapping my leg in two. I howled out in pain. It was his final act before the fight left him completely. He flopped to the side, losing all of his insides to the ground. The jaw that held me firmly finally let go and I rolled away from the mess only to see Neall standing there. He screamed at the top of his lungs and pulled out a gun. A gun! Our kind never used them! That was as much time as I had to be amused by his cowardice before his shot me. I yelped loudly as the bullet tore into my backside. Leave, Lorren. Come on. You can do it! Get up! Somehow I pulled myself up and bolted off through the woods, not really knowing where the hell I was headed.~ Kaden: I kept up with my run as I moved through the various patrol points. I tried to get them when they were unawares. Knocking them out rather than killing them. Most I was then able to hide. I had run the entire circle before I caught the scent of Lorren. I frowned as I came to a stop. He’d gone back towards the house, and I wasn’t sure why exactly. Surely we’d have been better meeting and making a plan before he rushed in head first. But then, of course if I caught more guards he might have waited as long as he could. I worked my way slowly through the trees, my nose telling me far more than my eyes as I slowly crawled towards where Lorren’s scent was at its strongest. I could hear what could only be a fight, and as I came to the edge of the clearing I felt my mouth drop. Lorren and Criostoir were embroiled in a fight for the ages. There was no punches pulled. Both were out for blood and only one was coming out alive. I found myself edging forward as I watched. Unable to help without causing more problems. I watched and tried to find a way in. Any way to try and stop this before something was done that couldn’t be undone. As soon as Criostoir locked onto Lorren’s leg I was moving in the hopes that I could distract him enough to let him go. I was pulled up short at the smell of copper that filled the air. That was more than just the flesh wound on a leg and I almost felt light headed from the potent scent in the air. I watched as guts spilled onto the ground where both wolves were lying. The crack of bone the last thing I heard before it seemed to fall deathly silent. That lasted no more than a few seconds, yet felt like hours. I started moving again as soon as my muscles would let me, but the scream that pierced the air swung my attention back to the male standing in the clearing watching his son lose his insides without any ability to heal. I was barely able to track what happened next. The gun went off before I could even react. The loud bang shot me into action though and I jumped hard and fast. I landed on Neall just as he shot another round. It blasted over my flank, a flesh would that looked worse than it was over my white fur. I clamped down on his arm and snapped it without thought. I could hear his swearing his vengeance, death and destruction to Lorren and all he held dear because of this. I looked back into the woods where Lorren had limped off and then back down at the man who hadn’t even reacted to his arm being snapped in two. I stepped off him and used my hind legs to hit him hard enough in the head to knock him out. I’d tried not to leave anything permanent, but the claw marks to his face would likely scar if he didn’t wake up and turn before they started to heal in his human form. I winced at the thought but then caught sight of Criostoir lying on the ground. My blood ran cold at the sight, but it also urged me on. I ran towards the edge of the clearing and started sniffing desperately to find Lorren’s scent. I knew that he might be able to hear me in his head, but then so might others. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and then started running through his trail. Blood and pain and anger and uncertainty flowed through each molecule until I wasn’t sure what he’d do if I didn’t find him. I kept running and tried my best to use the mind link. “River. To the river. Where we met before. River.” I hoped that would get through to him. Vague enough that no one else could track us, but he’d know. I could see if he needed patched up and then figure out a plan. I stretched out my back legs as I ran, paws digging into the earth. I didn’t bother hiding my path as I was sure that anyone could follow my scent anyway with the fact I was also bleeding slightly. The wound would heal pretty fast though, only scoring the flesh and nothing more. A little water and not much else would be needed. If I was scarred, it could just add to the others marring my body. I pushed as hard as I could until I hit the river with the small waterfall. I really hoped Lorren knew to come, and turned up. If I had to hunt his ass down I was going to be less than impressed. We’d come this far together, I wasn’t about to let him isolate himself with the shit storm to come. #WolvesattheDoor #LykaeTales

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Renegade- A JJK Oneshot

Genre: Hybrid AU, Bandit/Runaway AU, angst, romance, and if you squint, there’s a bit of fluff.

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid! Reader x Human! Jungkook 

Warnings: Crimes, stealing, swearing, a small hint of violence, a dash of anxiety and slowly growing feeling.

Summary: Choi Jae-Hwa is probably the most wanted criminal in her small village. The rabbit hybrid is forever trying to find a safe place to hide, but is always fund by the police. Humans have never shown her any type of respect, even before her family was taken away from her, but when a human bumps into her when she’s running from the police, what’s a bunny to do?

Word count: 5.2k words

Post Date: 22/05/19

Part of the Green Tea and Melodies series

Song: ‘Run’ - BTS

A/N: Hey TaeCups and SugaKookies, I’m so sorry I haven’t been active...like at all. I kinda broke my laptop so I couldn’t get started on this as soon as I wanted to. But, this is a collaboration with the one and only @worldwidebt7 so please keep an eye for an illustrated version of this oneshot. Please enjoy the show!

The Oneshot ll The Comic

“It has recently been reported that that troublesome hybrid, Choi Jae-Hwa, has been apprehended by the local police this morning, let’s hope that they have her for more than 24 hours” 

The TV outside of the temporary cell blared on about things happening in the world, which was quite enjoyable, despite the fact that it was muted. The local radio made up for the lack of sound. The shackles around my wrists was nothing new to me. It’s been like this for years. Since my parents had been hunted and killed by a pack of wolves, I have been on my own since I was 11. I remember what happened so clearly.

~10 years prior~ 

We had gone on a walk in the forest, hand in hand with my parents, Yoona and Taemin. My parents’ relationship baffled quite a lot of people, considering my mother was a bunny hyrbid and my father was a fox hybrid, but they somehow made it work. I ran ahead of my parents, looking at the flowers that grew.

“Eomma, look!” My eleven year old self called out to her, pointing at a Lily of a Valley. My mother walked over, looking at the pretty flora.

“Very pretty, just like you!” She exclaimed, pressing a kiss to my cheek before joining my father once more. Suddenly, I could sense the worry of my mother. She was turned away from me, looking towards the deeper part of the woods. Her ears were at their fullest height and her body was tensing up. 

“Honey, are you alright?” My father asked, turning her face towards him. My mother’s coffee brown eyes were scared, terrified. 

“We need to get out of here. Now! Jae-Hwa, come on, we’re leaving.” She answered my father before calling out to me. Just as I grabbed my mother’s hand, a pack of wolves jumped out from behind the trees. 

“A family I see, a full course meal.” The biggest and clearly the leader called out to the pack and my family, licking his lips. He charged at my father, knocking him to the ground. He started to bite him, first his arms, then his stomach. 

“Yoona. take Jae-Hwa and run!” He called out weakly, attempting to bite back to no avail. My mother was about to turn when she was taken out from behind and in the same position as my father. There was nothing I could do. 

“Jae-Hwa, run!” was the last thing my mother cried out before she couldn’t do anything but accept her fate. I followed her words, turning on my heel and running away from the scene. I was quite fast for a rabbit hybrid, being able to outrun the female wolves that ran after me. I ran as far as I could before I reached the small village I called home, but this time, returning without my only guardians.

Times sure do change, don’t they? I had been caught up in my own thoughts, not realizing that it was now dark outside. Well, time to execute the plan...again. I always kept a bobby pin in my hair, which it pinned back my fringe. Despite being handcuffed, it was surprisingly simple to grab the sliver of metal. With the bobby pin in hand, I began to pick the lock on the cuffs, hearing a satisfying ‘clink’, telling me I succeeded with step one. I quietly shifted to the other side of my cell before a voice interrupted me.

“Escaping again, I see.” Seungri’s voice rung out across the empty hall. I smiled softly at his voice. Seungri had been the only person who actually bothered to talk to me from behind his own bars. 

“You’ve seen me do it so many times, yet you still haven’t told them. I can’t help but wonder as to why. Care to tell me?” I responded, pressing my back against the wall, curiosity getting the better of me. 

“I know you only do this to survive, you’re nineteen, you can’t do anything about it, it’s your way of survival.” He called out, leaning forward on the bars that kept him in the small human enclosure. I smiled weakly, before parting my lips to speak again.

“Hey Seungri, thanks...for having my back.” I mumbled sincerely, grabbing some loose bricks on the wall. He smirked and gave you a kind look.

“No problem, kid.” He finished the conversation before heading back to his small bed. Just as I started to squeeze through the small window, a guard began to walk down the hall.

“Hey, what are you doing!?” The structured, wide shouldered man started yelling, pulling his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the barred enclosure. My fight or flight instincts kicked in. If I don’t run, I will possibly be thrown into some sort of pit. Then again, I’m already destined for hell. But I can’t possibly fight this man, he’s probably been through a lot of training and there is no way that someone like me will be able to win, especially a rabbit hybrid. I squeezed my thin body through the bars and dropped to the ground below just as he entered. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I’ve escaped this place many times before so this wasn’t difficult to do. Now, where to go now? So I did the only thing I knew how to do since I was 11. 

I ran.  

I was well away from the small community jail, even though a statement had been issued for my arrest...again. The evening markets were lit up like a Christmas tree and the smell of the food was causing my stomach to rumble. I flipped up my dirty lilac hoodie and tried my best to flatten my ears. I walked into the bustle of the market, chatter and the laughter of the small village children echoed throughout the small venue. My attention was turned to a stall that seemed to be selling baked goods, cakes, bread, pastries, the whole lot. The short and plump woman that stood behind the display table was busy talking with customers and making sure the bread in the small portable oven was burning. ‘She won’t notice if I swiped a few things, will she?’ I thought to myself, taking a loaf of bread from the table as well a blueberry muffin and was reaching for a croissant when the woman grabbed my bony wrist in her hand.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She asked, her eyes piercing holes in my personal bubble. I attempted to shake her hand off but her grip only tightened. 

“I asked you a question, now answer me, girl!” She yelled with an authoritative voice, her other hand flicking off my hoodie, revealing my ears. Being one of the few hybrids in town since my parents were killed, people immediately recognized me. A wave of anxiety hit me and once again, fight or flight kicked in. I could either confront the woman and end up being handed in to the police or run with food in hand. The latter seemed to be the better idea, so with a final glance towards the woman, I sped off. I could hear the woman yell something along the lines of ‘You mangy animal!’ but I couldn’t hear her. Some people tried to chase after me, but being an animal with agility, none of them could catch me. I was looking behind me as I kept running through the market, smirking when I saw how far behind me they were. Doing this however meant I didn’t see the figure in front of me. I ran into them, knocking me to the ground. While the loaf of bread stayed in my grasp, the blueberry flew out of my pocket and into a nearby bush. 

Well, there goes dessert... 

I held my head for a moment to stop it from spinning. Suddenly, a voice spoke and a hand was in front of my face. 

“I’m so sorry, miss. Are you alright?” The voice was one that sounded like it belonged to an angel and when I lifted my head, he certainly looked like one. His soft brown hair hung in front of his eyes, his skin was like honey but his most mesmerizing was his big doe eyes. If he had a tail or antlers, I would have mistaken him for a deer hybrid. I slowly took his hand, the break still in my hand.

“I’m fine.” I said coldly. I didn’t let his features get in the way of the fact that he was a human. Humans were ruthless and they cared not for any hybrids, only to lock them up, sell them and mistreat them. I stood up and brushed off my knees and went to walk away from him when he called out to me.

“Hey, be careful. There’s a swarm of people down there looking for someone who fits your looks. I would suggest heading back into town. It’s safer there.” He informed me and smiled warmly. I nodded before brushing past him, walking in the direction that leads back to the village. I climbed the small hill that wasn’t that well lit. I saw the plump woman wailing to a policeman, probably about our ordeal. I smiled to myself, knowing that I escaped their grasp twice today.

Sunrise was always the prettiest over the village. Especially when you are perched on top of the school building roof, it’s where you got the best view. My chestnut brown hair didn’t look greasy in the light and it made the freckles on my mocha skin visible. I loved these times, where I wasn’t constantly on the run from the police, being given stares from parents and shielding me from their children’s vision like I was some sort of beast. I was used to it though. Most people in the village resented or were afraid of me, well, everyone except one. Kim Seokjin, the owner of the local cafe and the person who has known me since I was a baby. Which I was on my way to see. He always supplies me breakfast and never gave up on me, even after I started getting into trouble with the police. I pushed the glass door open, the bell above it ringing. Seokjin’s gaze snapped up from wiping down the breakfast bar/counter and gave me a loving smile. 

“Well, if it isn’t Snowy Valley’s most wanted. Welcome back, JaeJae. How have you been?” He announced as soon as he saw me. I smile at my nickname and went to the counter.

“Oh, you know. It was on the radio again. I was able to escape. If they keep putting me in the same cell, they are never gonna learn that I can escape so easily. Although, I ran into someone last night. I’ve never seen him before, but he wasn’t scared of me, nor did he seem to recognize me but he warned me of a search party that was assigned to me.” I explained, my ears turned sideways in confusion. Seokjin smiled and walked towards to the barista coffee maker and started making me my usual, a mug of hot mocha. 

“I believe that’s the new kid. He came in here a few weeks ago and introduced himself as Jungkook. He seemed like a nice kid. Said he recently moved in to finally live on his own. He was very quiet and reserved however. He did seem comfortable talking to me. Overheard the news report on you and asked me if I knew you.” 

“To which you replied yes?”

“Well, considering you are like my daughter, I had no choice but to say yes. After I confirmed that, he smiled to himself and whispered something about you being adorable.” I blushed at the last comment. 

“Jin, stop it. No he didn’t. How old is he, he seemed pretty young to me.”

“Only a couple years older than you, he’s 21.” He looked younger if I was being honest. 

“He’s still a human, but a very good looking kid.” I admitted. I watched Jin frown before smirking.

“But not as handsome as me, right JaeJae?” I burst into laughter.

“Of course not.” 

Out and about today was quiet, very quiet for Snowy Valley. The reason for this was probably that it was Monday morning, which meant school went back for another week. I wandered around aimlessly before I stumbled across a newly opened bakery. I peeked inside to see a tall, thin woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties behind the counter, a kind smile on her face. I slipped inside and looked at the assortment of baked goods that chanted my name from behind the sliding glass door. This was one of those bakeries where they were able to be used by the customers. My stomach rumbled immediately.

I’ll just grab a few loaves and some muffins and I will be gone.

I reached for the bread, successfully grabbing without being detected and with a couple muffins stuffed in my pockets, I headed towards the door. That’s when a shrill voice screeched “Hey! You didn’t pay for those!” At those words, the plump woman from last night appeared from the back, rolling pin in hand. 

“It’s you again, you feral animal!” She shrieked, running from behind the counter and towards me. 

Well, now I was battered, no food and extremely hungry. It was late at night and no one was around. I was in the back alley behind an apartment complex, near the dumpster. My eye was bruised, my muscles hurt and I’m pretty sure my stomach was bruised. 

Looks like I’m sleeping here tonight...

I picked up sounds of footsteps but couldn’t be fucked opening my eyes. 

“Hey, are you alright?” A familiar voice asked, causing me to open my eyes. My gaze was met by the doe-eyed boy from last night. His eyes were glazed with concern and worry. I scoffed.

“Do I look fucking okay to you?” I spat coldly, crossing my arms over my stomach, only to remember that’s where it hurt the most and hissing in pain. 

“Wait, let me help you. I’ll take you to my apartment and I’ll treat you.” He calmly said, grabbing my hand. I ripped my hand from his grip, staring daggers at him. 

“Unhand me, human! Don’t touch me!” I exclaimed, trying to get away from him and run, but my legs refused to move. 

“Okay, I won’t touch you. But please, you’re hurt and if you aren’t treated, it’s only gonna get worse.” He explained with a hint of concern in his voice, as he knelt down to my height. While my brain didn’t trust him, my body acted according to my heart. I followed him with my head hung low and not saying a word. He led me up several staircases and to a door with the number ‘97′ on the door. He unlocked the door and opened the door for me to enter first. I scowled at him and entered the small apartment. I looked at the dark room, my night vision being one of the best thing in the situation. I heard the door slam behind me and I turned around, my ears pricked all the way up in fear. My eyes grew bigger and a small whimper escaped my lips. 

“Woah there, Bugs, no need to freak out. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled, revealing his teeth that looked similar to me. I didn’t realize how much he looked like a rabbit, so much so that it was almost scary. Before a single could escape my lips, he grabbed my wrist and guided me to his bathroom, his grip remaining tight despite me struggling to release myself. He finally reached the bathroom and lifted me up quickly and placed me on the counter, our faces only a mere few inches away. I scowled at him, my bangs covering one of my eyes.

“I can walk myself, you know.” I spat, eyeing him suspiciously as he grabbed ointment and bandages from a cupboard. He only looked at me and chuckled a little.

“It was the best way to make sure you didn’t run away. I can’t let you leave untreated.” He replied, unscrewing the cap from the ointment and instructed me to extend my arms. I still didn’t trust him. My experiences with humans were not pleasant, as my body clearly showed. This was the only way I could survive. I hissed in pain as I felt a cold liquid drop onto one of the scrapes on my wrist, retracting it back as quick as I could.

“That fucking burns!” I shrieked at him, examining the invisible damage. He grasped my wrist and yanked it towards, causing me to growl slightly. 

“Stop being a baby, Jae-Hwa.” He commanded, not looking at me at all, but that right now was the least of my concerns.

“How the hell do you know my name?” I hissed sourly, squinting my eyes as I stared daggers into his soul. He finally looked up and sighed through his nose, only to giggle.

“You’re probably the most controversial citizen, let alone hybrid in this village. How could I not know you. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He held his hand out for me to shake, but I stared at it before looking at him with my cheeks puffed out.

“Who said you were an acquaintance of mine?” I seethed, my ears flattened against my head in distrust. Jungkook looked a little dejected at my words but I didn’t care. 

“Well, you seem pretty comfortable with me touching you, despite what you’re saying, but Jin said you didn’t like humans that much, him being the only acceptance.” His words sung out almost like a melody as he wrapped my  wrist in a clean, white bandage. I tensed at his words as my eyes wandered down to my wrist, wearing his sculpted hands guided the bandage around my wrist and the lower half of my palm. He secured the white cloth with some medical tape and grabbed a small plastic band-aid and placed it quickly on my cheek. I was slightly taken aback by his action but didn’t say anything. He looked at me for a second and saw the way my arms were folded across the lower half of my stomach. 

“Is there anywhere else that hurts?” He asked, eyes watching my expression carefully. I scoffed and blew my bangs out of my eyes.

“No.” I replied bluntly, lying straight through my teeth. His eyes softened at my words, clearly still concerned.

“Jae-Hwa, I know this may sound weird but, may I look under your shirt?” He requested hesitantly, the fear of rejection smelt so strong, it made me crinkle my nose.

“I-I...fine.” I mumbled in defeat as I lifted my shirt no higher than my middle. A large blue and purple bruise covered the majority of the left side of my stomach, the right covered in red hand prints. Jungkook’s eyes were blown open, clearly terrified at the sight he saw.

“J-Jae-Hwa, how badly does it hurt?” He questioned timidly, his eyes still fixated on the blue and purple flower that was bloomed on my stomach.

“Does it look bad to you, genius? It hurts to even fucking breathe.” I cursed at him, eyes glowing a soft amber before returning to their natural color. 

“S-Sorry, that was dumb question, I get it. But can you please stop acting like such a jerk for five minutes and let me bandage it please. If it stays uncovered, it’s not gonna heal as fast.”

Just let your guard down for a one moment, please...    

I inhaled deeply and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Fine, but I’m extremely thirsty and a bathroom isn’t exactly a comforting environment.” Was any place comforting to me?

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll make some tea, and then we can just talk, so I can understand you a little bit more.” Jungkook excitedly replied, practically bouncing on his toes. I hissed as Jungkook suddenly placed pressure onto my bruise to wrap it up in a similar white cloth that was around my hand. He secured it and moved onto my left elbow. He squeezed a little bit of ointment on, causing me to hiss in pain again. He wrapped up the disinfected graze and weaved his way out of the bathroom, supposedly the kitchen. I groaned as I slipped off the counter and down the passage that connected the rooms together. I saw Jungkook hunched over the stove, preparing to cups of tea and looked at me as he realized my presence.

“I only have green tea. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled awkwardly as he placed a teabag in each cup. I smiled to myself, making sure he didn’t see, as I played with the strings of my hoodie. That was when I realized how disgusting I looked and felt. Damn my stupidity for not realizing before he dressed me. 

“You alright, Jae?” He asked, using the nickname only Jin called me, hence catching me off guard. Normally, I would have spat a melody of swear words at him, but remembering what he had asked me to do in the bathroom refrained me in doing so.  

“I feel disgusting.” I spoke my mind in a hushed voice, embarrassed at my state. Jungkook chuckled before brushing past me and down the hallway, disappearing into his room. This would be the perfect time to escape, however, I remember that I have nowhere to run, the major factor is that, my feet remained rooted to the ground. A few minutes later, Jungkook emerged from his room with a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and black hoodie in a pile in his hands. 

“I found some clothes that I don’t wear much so you can change into these for tonight. I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing now if you want, that’s if you’re staying.” He said in a voice that was almost asking, if not begging, me to stay with him. I took the clothes in my hands, simply nodding and quick-walking to his bedroom. His bedroom was small, but not as small as I expected. I decided not to dwell too much and quickly stripped off the lilac hoodie, the white shirt, ripped jeans and the socks with way too many holes than I was willing to admit. I let the sweatpants sit loosely on my waist, the waistband hidden by the shirt several sizes too big and finally the hoodie. I slipped out of his room and back into the kitchen, where Jungkook placed the two teacups on the table and sat down.

“Take a seat.” He said simply, brushing his bangs out of his face. I followed his instructions and slumped into my chair. 

“Now, there’s one thing I want to know, why do you hate humans so much?” He goes straight for the personal question, doesn’t he? 

“Personal experiences, I’ve only been exposed to the evil side of humanity.” I said shortly, looking into the cup of cooling tea before taking a sip.

“But why are you so close with Seokjin?” Jungkook asked, lowering his head in an attempt to look into my eyes under my bangs. 

“I knew him before my parents died. He was best friends with my father, who introduced my mother to him. He consoled me after their death, and I stayed with him until I was discovered by his landlord, who certainly didn’t like hybrids. He threatened Seokjin with homelessness if he didn’t get rid of me. I couldn’t let him live on the streets so I took my leave from the premises. It was for the best. There, you have your explanation. I steal because I have no money whatsoever, therefore I can’t buy anything, besides, I love thrill of being seen but not so much being caught.” I downed the last of my tea before standing up. 

“Thanks for the tea and for treating my injuries, but I have to go.” I said abruptly, not sounding thankful at all. I turned towards the door but before I could leave, I felt a grip on my wrist.

“Oh, no you’re not. You are staying here until you’re 100% healed. It’s too dark and cold out there anyway. Please, Jae-Hwa. Be rational. Just..stay here. Take my room, it’s the least I can do.” Jungkook gave me his big doe eyes, which were utterly adorable that they made me go weak in the knees. 

“Fine, but no funny business.” I said flatly, giving in. I brushed past him and entered his bedroom, pulling back the covers and slipping between them and falling asleep.

I didn’t intend to stay as long as I did. I only planned to stay there for two days, but two days slowly turned into two months. I don’t know how I convinced myself to stay, considering I was staying with the species I hated the most. Jungkook was sweet, kind and considerate, despite me giving him the cold shoulder more often than not. He always made me green tea when I had breakfast and the beverage slowly became my favorite taste ever. The days and nights passed quickly but I often went out at night. Tonight, Jungkook insisted that we went to the markets together as he always got the best food for the best prices than he did at the small supermarket we had. With my newly washed hoodie over my head, Jungkook and I stood in a sea of citizens of the valley. My eyes wandered, spotting the woman who caused me the injuries that littered my body. I felt my blood boiling that such a kind looking woman could make such a cruel act. I latched myself onto Jungkook’s arm in an attempt to keep myself from picking another fight with her.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, looking utterly confused. 

“Just roll with it, Jeon.” I said, calling him by his last name. I guess we grew closer than I first thought.

“Alright, Choi.” He responded coolly. 

He dragged me to almost every stall in the markets, his hands occupied by brown paper bags, filled with a range of different items. He finally stopped at the stall I had been dreading, the bakery stall. The plump woman hadn’t noticed me standing behind Jungkook, clearly blown away by his beauty.

“And how can I help you, sir?” She asked, her voice so sickly sweet, I almost burst into laughter. Jungkook’s eyes scanned the display table before pointing to a loaf of bread and two blueberry muffins. The woman flashed him a smile before grabbing grabbing two different white paper bags, one long one for the bread and a smaller one for the muffins. Jungkook paid the woman and was turning away from her when she finally spotted me. She immediately stopped smiling and her face wrinkled in disgust.

“You filthy animal! What are you going to steal from this nice man? Police! Police!” She yelled, catching the attention of quite a crowd of people. A policeman came running up to the woman, panic written across his face.

“Ma’am, what’s wrong? What happened?” He questioned, watching as the woman broke into fake sobs.

“It’s the hybrid! She tried to rob one of my customers.” She fake cried with a subtle smirk on her face. The policeman saw my lilac hoodie and started booking it after me. My instincts kicked in as I grabbed Jungkook’s hand and started running from the scene. Jungkook exclaimed in surprise, dropping half of the bags, including the loaf of bread. The policeman was hot on our heels as I rounded into an alleyway and climbing on top of a dumpster. The policeman rounded the corner and we were cornered. 

“Choi Jae-Hwa, stand down and we won’t need to do anything irrational.” The broad man commanded, his eyes dark and serious. I looked up at the roof above me before looking back to me. 

“Jungkook, I need you to trust me for a second. It might seem crazy but we’ll leave with our lives.” I said, my eyes filled with sincerity and uncertainty. I had been so cold to this boy and now, I was suddenly asking him to trust me. 

Real smooth, Jae. 

Jungkook looked at the officer before looking back at me. I extended my hand, part of me hoping that he would take my word and trust me. 

“If it means you’re safe, that’s all that matters.” He whispered and took my hnad. A soft blush crept across my cheeks before I jumped up and grabbed onto an low ledge and pulling myself onto the roof above. I reached my hand down for Jungkook to grab.

“Oh, no you don’t.” The policeman called and attempted to grab Jungkook’s ankle. Thankfully, I was able to pull him up, the officer missing him by less than an inch. I looked into Jungkook’s face, just centimeters away from mine. I walked on the tiled roof of the abandoned building...her house. 

“What is this place?” Jungkook asked, looking around before his eyes fixating on the beautiful view of the moon and stars. 

“The place I grew up before all of this.” I explained, pointing to myself, indicating my criminal record. 

“Why did you give up? Why did you rather have been hated for this than trying to fit in?” Jungkook asked. Silence fell upon my lips before I parted them.

“I’ve given them a reason to hate me. No matter how many wounds were on my feet, I always remember one thing...how to run away. It was the only thing I really seem to remember from my childhood. The first time I shifted with my parents and ran around with them. I know they wouldn’t be happy with what I did, but at least they know I’m surviving.” I smiled sadly, until I felt Jungkook take my hand.

“Jae-Hwa, you don’t have to do this alone, you know.” He said calmly as he looked into my moonlit eyes.

“What are you saying?” I asked, my gaze wandering over his features. 

“That I have been crushing on you for far too long. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love you and I would love to give you the best life I can, even if it means I gain my own criminal record.” My eyes widened. He is really willing to give up his entire life to be with me.

“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” I whispered, looking around. His face moved closer to mine and looked at me with love in his eyes.

“Are you really willing to give everything up?” I asked him, my heartbeat quickening. He smiled with his teeth and intertwined our fingers.

“For you, I’d be willing to give up my life.” He whispered before he pulled me in to kiss him. His lips were soft and sweet, moving professionally across my lips. I broke the kiss and smiled happily. 

“What do you say, shall we go cause some trouble?” I asked with a sneaky smile. He laughed.

“Let’s do it, for we are the renegades of the entire valley.” 

A/N:This is my first one shot ever. I am really proud of how it turned out and I’m sorry if it’s kinda cringey. Reminder, that this onehsot will be illustrated by the magnificent @worldwidebt7 so stay tuned for that. Until next time, my friends.

~ Kookie’s Cup of Tae 

[tessatechaitea]

Scarab #8

Scarab fucking Eleanor.

It's hard to admit that I believe a toilet paper commercial was written better than this psycho-blather.

John Smith may have over-corrected on the balancing act between Vertigo phrasing and techno-gobbledygook used to explain plot advancements. When the Vertigo phrasing is used simply to show a character is fucking weird so it says stuff like, "Ergonomic celestial tampons bloated from the cosmic rays to staunch a black hole," you can let it go. But when it's used to explain what the fuck is happening, it just becomes another shitty episode of Star Trek. Although "Ergonomic celestial tampons bloated from the cosmic rays to staunch a black hole" makes for better plot explanation than "Agnostic angels of the quantum mesh safeguarding the integrity of the world-mind." Just as Scarab begins suspecting these two guys aren't what they seem (although what they are seeming to be is too confusing for me to even bother with contemplating that it's an obfuscation of their true selves), Eleanor begins to wake and he flies off to make sure he doesn't help out at all. Maybe everything that has gone wrong so far is because of Scarab's blue balls. It'll all right itself when he and Eleanor finally fuck (as depicted, grossly, on the cover).

Is he suggesting these feelings are similar? I'm going to throw up now.

Eleanor has transformed into some sort of ectoplasmic vagina which must be what Louis is into because he rushes into her room naked.

That's what a vagina looks like, right?

I'd really like to say that the last few pages of the series are just Louis fucking that thing. But even non-Comics Code Authority approved Vertigo probably couldn't get away with that! Also, the rabbit wasn't around to witness it, so it wouldn't fit the title.

Okay, so he's fucking it on panel. But I wasn't wrong! This doesn't continue until the end of the comic book! Also, Harvest was definitely meant to be vampire Tim Drake from the future!

I just scanned three panels in relatively quick succession so I'm going to pass on the panel I really wanted to scan: another raccoon! Scot Eaton is quickly becoming my favorite artist from the 90s! While the entire world begins its end in Iceland, Louis and Eleanor fuck. They fuck and they fuck and they fuck. And it's fucking gross. I can't believe my caption on the cover was correct. It was supposed to be a joke, John Smith! A FUCKING JOKE! I did not want to see Scarab fuck his greasy ectoplasmic bubbling oil slick of a lover! While Scarab and Eleanor fuck, the rabbit goes mad, Bobby Dazzler dies, and the portly guy with the hands for wings passes out. When he awakens, the chrono-storm has subsided and their sea horse drones begin to fix the collective unconscious of everybody in Reykjavik to make it seem like nothing happened. Much like the rest of this comic book. The Cosmic Plumbers were from the Labyrinth (which they called the Gyre) which is why Scarab sort of recognized them. So I guess the Labyrinth is sort of like where The Endless live but for Time Soldiers? Eleanor tells Scarab that he's the Minotaur, so I guess he's the main Time Soldier. He just doesn't know it yet. And he never will because this series never went any further than eight issues. Scarab #8 Rating: C-. Scarab achieved nothing in this series. He merely sat around waiting for Eleanor to get better and she eventually did. Then they fucked. The end!

[renwyck]

Stargazing

Renwyck drew in a slow breath, allowing his body to settle into the bed of grass beneath him. His hands clasped behind his head, the warrior gazed up into the starry sky over Stormwind. “It’s funny really,” he said, turning his head slightly to look at the woman resting to his side. “It’s pretty and all, but the light from the city makes it duller.” His glance left Aislynne’s face, falling to the grass between them. “But then again, maybe not.” Returning his attention skyward, his gaze fell beyond the stars to the black expanse beyond. “Maybe it’s just thinking fondly of the past. Maybe remembering how beautiful the sky looked in Westfall is just me thinking about how life was so much better before.” Aislynne had one arm tucked beneath her head; the sore one, which was mostly healed now but still achy, propped on her abdomen. Her eyes remained fixed on the stars as he spoke though she glanced to the side briefly when he looked toward her. Her smile was incredibly small and tugged up only one corner of her mouth. "It's both. That's just one of the things that drove me from Stormwind the first time I tried to settle here." She shifted like she would have nudged him but that wasn't exactly possible lying on the grass as they were. "That's when I met you." A quiet sigh came next. "But it's both. Cities are . . . stifling that way." He couldn't help but chuckle, his focus drawing back to the stars. "It was one of the first things I missed when I moved here with my father." His soft smile brightened as he reminisced.  "And actually, it was one of the things I loved about Duskwood. The clear, cloudless nights. Nothing like a brilliant backdrop of stars to make a land riddled with wolves and spiders feel a little more like home." With those words, Renwyck turned his gaze back to Aislynne. Her smile warmed and softened at his chuckle; how she'd missed that sound. What could she do but nod in agreement? She'd loved Duskwood, it was the only place after Gilneas that had felt like home. "I loved it there. But I was already used to wolves and spiders." She grinned a little at that and then gave such a heavy sigh. "I really did like it there. I might have stayed even if I hadn't met you." That brought her grin back. "I wonder if that grumpy owl that used to bring me rabbits and sit on my window ledge is still there?" Closing his eyes, Renwyck chuckled once more. "Because there's nothing creepier than a wakeup call from a bloody owl. That damned thing scared the shit out of me on more than one occasion." Brown eyes fluttering open, he smiled to Aislynne before rolling on his side to face her. "Now, that's one thing I don't miss... Owls: the roosters of Duskwood." Aislynne laughed quietly, only a hint of a rasp now present with the sound and only for a second. "Owls aren't so bad.  Most of them aren't anyway. And it depends on the kind. We had one that lived in our barn growing up, which is at least half the reason we didn't have mice! Especially when she was teaching her babies to hunt." She was quiet for a minute and raised her hand to push a few strands of hair behind her ear when they got caught in a faint breeze. She wiggled her nose for a minute to get rid of the tickling before she added: " I was more fond of the ravens and crows back then though. That's one thing Duskwood was lacking." "I never saw Gilneas, but I heard it was beautiful," he said, propping himself up on his elbow. Pausing for a minute, he took in her face underneath the moonlight. It had been a much simpler time when they would spend lazy nights under the stars of Duskwood. In that moment he was torn -- part of him retreating to the fonder memories of the past while the other part of him was painfully aware of the present. Renwyck's smile faded slightly as the pale light illuminated the scratches on Aislynne's face. With that, the present resumed its hold. "It was. Some of it still is." She frowned in an almost comical manner. "It's funny; when I think of it now it's perfect but back then . . . " She shook her head. "I loved it though, even then." She turned her head at his movements so she could finally , really look at him. She saw the fading smile and reached up to give a gentle tap beneath his chin as if to say 'none of that'.  "I would have liked to take you there. I go back a few times a year but it's not exactly safe yet."  Yet.  She smiled a little at that.  "Someday though . . ." He nodded slowly, the prod against his beard bringing a lopsided grin to his lips. "Hey now. I know I haven't used a sword in a good long while, but I'd still like to think I could hold my own against a baddy or two." Rolling to his back, he laid down once more to look back to the stars. Wriggling into the grass a little she turned her gaze back to the stars. "Well, you can tag along next time I go if you want.  I usually try to get back there sometime around Hallow's End and stay for a few days. I've never taken anyone with me but if you wanted to get away . . . " A knot chewed its way through his stomach, leaving a dull ache with the thought of promising anything of the future. Swallowing roughly, he nodded, his gaze not leaving the sky above. "I'd like that," he replied doing his best to fight through nagging pain. As much as he tried to force a smile, he couldn't. The corner of his mouth simply twitched in response. Even Aislynne knew better than to think that far ahead. They were, after all, in a world that was once again at war and her home had been used in that respect already.  "Well . . . we'll see what the state of things are then and . . . I'll let you know." She frowned a little and turned away to stare into the darkness for a moment. "It really was nice though. Forests and mountains and stormy seas. The city was nice we just . . . didn't belong there. We lived a bit away from everything really. " "Mm," was the only sound he managed to muster. Dozens of thoughts bombarded his mind at once, jumbling into a muddled mess of memories and possible scenarios for the future. Thoughts of Anna, his father, and Safrona all seemed to seep into one another until none of them made sense anymore. "Lynne?" he asked when his mind finally settled. "Do you think there's a future where we can both be as happy as we used to be?" Her response was to roll over onto her side until she had her sore arm wrapped around him. She hugged him as tight as she could manage and then she kissed his scruffy cheek before rolling back with a weighted sigh. "I hope so. I managed it once before so . . . I hope so. But I think we'll have to work at it some. Maybe a lot. But it's there, just out of reach. We just have to figure out how to reach it. But we will."

[sulevinblade]

SHARE THREE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR OC

Oh, gosh, thank you @anjelica-grey!! I’m sorry I didn’t get to it sooner, and thank you also for the follow (my whole second follower aaaah)! I’m going to do this for Ghilanel Lavellan, my Inquisitor.

1) Rabbit-Hearted Girl (Raise It Up), Florence + The Machine

Ghilanel is not really cut out for this job she’s been thrust into. She’s not an aggressive fighter or leader. Until she started following Cassandra up the mountain, the most time she’d spent holding a sword was testing them for weight and balance after she made them. Now she’s surrounded by professionals who made conscious decisions to engage in this fight and who bring lifetimes of expertise to it in areas like magic and combat and politics. Ghil was a smith. She liked to explore and was a keen observer but once things changed from needing observation to needing action, she was in way, way over her head. That didn’t change the fact that the Inquisition needed a leader and somehow saw her as one, but the idea of letting them down by allowing them to see how completely unprepared she is terrifies her. She’s growing and trying to become the leader the Inquisition needs, but ultimately she’s aware that this may require literally everything she has to give. She never signed up for it but better her than anyone else. Once this is all over, she’ll be expendable again, but they’re still meant for bigger things, but without the Anchor she’s just Ghilanel again.

I look around but I can't find you (Raise it up) If only I could see your face (Raise it up) Instead of rushing towards the skyline (Raise it up) I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice

2) Texas Stars, Carbon Leaf

This is much more of a reminder song than a song that’s completely accurate to being about her. The sound of it is soft, unassuming, the kind of song that lends itself to being hummed while your hands are busy doing something else, but it also builds to a stronger, hopeful ending. That said, I am someone who gets really into the lyrics of a song and this one hits a lot of points for Ghilanel, especially for the time in between the end of the main game and Trespasser starting. She went from being surrounded by friends who believed, even when she didn’t, that she had what it took to survive and save the world, to rattling around Skyhold with a lot of the people she loved the most gone, including, of course, Solas. Also she genuinely likes stars and constellations. The astrariums were such a wonderful thing.

Look up at the light Have you seen that star before? How quickly dreams can change When constellations are at war

Hey lonestar, it's alright

Did you look up to find You were left behind? Did your heroes and stars fade out?

Have you been let down By a lover, father, or friend? Did the myth of greatness leave your side With no desire to defend?

Did their chariots of fire burn you in the end?

3) Lowlands, The Dream Academy

You thought you were getting out without a Solavellan song? Psyche, no such luck. I love this one for Ghilanel in particular because unlike a lot of the songs on their playlist, this one offers her an ending rather than continued uncertainty until DA4 comes out. (Insert One Fear comic here with, “Romanced Lavellans never getting closure,” in the middle panel.) It’s not a happy ending but right now, it’s the kind of ending she finds the most comfort in. Doing what Solas is asking or allowing his future to come to pass both require more of her than she has left to give, or at least that’s how she sees things right now. Imagining a future where she’s strong enough to walk away and it doesn’t mean the end of the world hurts like hell but it beats pretty much every alternative she can conceive of. All good things must come to an end eventually, right? 

She’ll learn better. Maybe.

The low pressure band had broken up but not let go As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below If not to hear your voice is still the thing I can't replace Somehow I can always see your face

In the lowlands

I rise up in the evening and rebuild a heart of stone All around the border where your memories have grown 'Til someone told me don't you know there is no hiding place Not until you meet it face to face

In the lowlands [....]

I can see a big bright continent where fear does not exist Where you could walk away from me and I would not resist And I won't be coming back again to see where we went wrong Never more to hear your siren song

Honorable mentions to, “I Know I’m a Wolf,” Young Heretics (WOLVES AND RABBITS WOLVES AND RABBITS), and, “One Love,” Mariana’s Trench.

Not sure who to tag but hopefully @gremlinquisitor, @haloneshiral, and @fortheloveofsolas would like to play? If not that’s fine too!!

[nom-the-skel]

[vore] The Bunny Trap, chapter 2

This was gonna be two chapters, but now it is longer, and going in unexpected directions, and will be a collab :3

warnings for this chapter: injury, amputation, danger/suggestion of fatal vore.

2k words! [read on AO3][chapter 1][chapter 3]

Razz stopped outside the front door and spat the bunny into his hands. Ugh, this was disgusting; the taste of the it made his mouth water, and his own saliva mixed with the red magic the bunny had bled. At least the bunny was still whole and not just dust mixed in with that soup.

He unlocked the door and went in. Slim was drowsing on the couch, but looked up curiously at his entrance. “What’s tha—”

“Stay out of my room, mutt!” he snapped, stalking past his brother and up the stairs. The bunny groaned as he shifted it to one hand in order to get out a first aid kit and lay out a towel on the carpet. If it was conscious, that was probably a good sign. Razz set him down as gently as he could on the towel, but the bunny still gasped and stiffened for a moment. He cast healing magic on what was left of its leg, then cleaned and bandaged it up. He’d never treated an injury this severe or a monster this tiny, but he was confident the bunny was stabilized.

“Here, lick this,” he said. The monster candy in the kit was far too large for the bunny to swallow, so he held it next to its skull. The bunny turned its skull and licked a few times at the candy before giving up. Razz frowned. “I’ll leave it here. See if you can eat some more in a few minutes,” he instructed, before leaving to scrounge up more supplies.

Slim watched from the couch, still curious, as he went back and forth through the house, gathering items and cleaning the saliva and blood from his gloves, but Razz didn’t say anything to enlighten him. He finally returned and set up a shoe box with a pillow for the bunny, which was still lying on the towel where he’d left it.

“You awake, bunny?” He tried to keep his voice soft. “I got you a bed. You like red, don’t you?”

“Red?” Suddenly alert, the bunny sat halfway up, then collapsed onto the towel.

“Uh, the color red. You’re wearing a lot of it, even without your left boot.”

“Oh. Yes.” The bunny looked crushingly disappointed for a moment, but then it was gone. Had the boot comment been too insensitive? Razz could be a little gentler with it while it was recovering, he supposed.

“Because I found you a red pillow,” Razz clarified. It was just a little on the purple side, but not that much. “Do you think you can take it if I move you onto your bed?”

The bunny nodded firmly. Razz scooped it off the towel and set it on the pillow. Its face twisted in anguish, but it stayed quiet.

“You should eat,” Razz said, placing the monster candy next to its skull again. “I’ll go see what vegetables we have.”

***

Razz couldn’t stay with the bunny all the time, and he didn’t trust Slim not to eat it, so it was left alone in his room while he was out performing his Royal Guard duties, and when he was cooking, at the very least.

“Vegetarian enchiladas again?” Slim commented on the third day when Razz served him.

“Vegetarian food is good for you,” said Razz, sitting down to his own plate.

“Not if you’re a wolf. I need protein.”

“Beans are protein, mutt.”

“It’s not the same.”

Razz looked up at Slim, surprised at his rebellious tone. “Then stop lying about and go catch something!”

***

Meanwhile, the bunny was regaining its energy and kept dragging itself out of its shoe box and across the floor, only to collapse in exhaustion at various points on the carpet. Razz had threatened to put the shoe box in a cage, but the rabbit had objected so vociferously that in the end he’d just put the shoe box bed inside a larger cardboard box. Now the bunny was constantly moving around its box, trying to climb the walls. And talking. It was as if, unable to stand up, it couldn’t go anywhere physically but it could still cast its words far and wide across various topics. Its name was Edge and it had an imperious attitude and a lot to say about everything: bunnies, wolves, the forest, the food and conditions in Razz’s room, and its lazy brother Red.

Razz had a bad feeling he’d met Red. So he tried not to guide the conversation in that direction, but Edge was clearly devoted to his brother, as much as he complained about him, and every subject seemed to lead back to Red.

“You don’t need to put so much cheese in these,” Edge said one day when Razz brought him dinner. “I don’t know about wolf nutrition, but it’s too much for a rabbit. Red would like it, though.”

“I don’t often cook for rabbits,” Razz answered, tamping down his urge to snap back at the complaint.

“I really must go find Red as soon as I can walk. He probably thinks I’ve been eaten. And he’s useless at taking care of himself.” Edge’s ears drooped.

“You done with that?” Razz nodded at the rabbit’s plate, the smallest he had been able to find but still comically oversized.

“Yes. It’s far too much.”

Razz took the plate away. “You know, it’s a lot harder to make things in miniature size for you.” He would finish it himself. You couldn’t worry about a rabbit’s germs when you’d had the entire rabbit in your mouth already.

“You could take me to the kitchen and I could cook for myself!” Edge suggested, ears perking up again. “Although I suppose I would need a lot of assistance, at least at first.” They slumped back down.

“I’d be glad to help you deal with the wolf-scale kitchen appliances,” said Razz. “But you know my brother is out there, and I really don’t trust him around you.”

“I’m not afraid of him,” Edge said flatly, but the cant of his ears struck Razz as nervous. Then again, he was much more familiar with wolf body language.

“Just stay in here, and stop trying to get out of your box. Your leg needs to heal.”

“What leg?” Edge muttered darkly.

“Just be patient. We’ll figure something out so you can walk, at least, after you’ve had more time to heal. If nothing else, we can find something to use as crutches.”

Edge glowered.

“But there are wolves with wooden legs and such, so maybe … Do bunnies have healers?”

Edge grunted noncommittally. “Most bunnies who are injured that badly are already dead.”

“I suppose I never gave much thought to how hard you bunnies have it. But try to lie still, please.”

The bunny sighed. “Red would love to have an excuse to lie around doing nothing all day. Not that I would wish such an injury on him.” He narrowed his eye sockets at the wolf. “Why do you flinch like that whenever I mention Red?”

“I’m not—! I’m not flinching!” Razz sat up straight, holding his ears perfectly erect.

“Yes, you are. You look as if—”

“And anyway, it’s just because your brother sounds so much like my lazy good-for-nothing brother!”

Edge remained suspicious. “I admit he’s lazy, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say he—”

“I don’t mean Red. How would I know? I’ve never met Red!” Razz protested too quickly.

Edge looked away from him. “I will try to lie still.” He stayed silent until Razz left to wash the dishes, and when he came back the bunny was asleep.

***

There was something in Razz’s room that he was keeping a secret. It made noises sometimes, moving around—it wasn’t very big, probably. Razz had told Slim to stay out, but surely he wouldn’t know if Slim just teleported inside for a quick look.

He resisted for several days, not even going near the door. But eventually it proved too much. There was still time before Razz got back, and the house was silent. He popped into his brother’s room and looked around. For a moment nothing seemed out of place—that wasn’t unexpected, if the thing he’d heard was as small as it sounded. Then he noticed the box on the floor by the bed. Peering inside, he saw a sleeping bunny, on a pillow in a shoe box, with a bit of lettuce and a thimble of water sitting nearby.

It all made sense—or some of it, anyway. Razz had had traces of bunny scent on him lately, even though he didn’t seem to be spending any time hunting, and he certainly wasn’t serving rabbit at dinner. Slim reached out to touch the bunny, but held himself back. He should leave it alone; it was too tempting, especially when he’d had nothing but cheese and beans all week. “What are you doing here, bunny?” he said softly, not really expecting any response.

But the bunny woke, blinking up at him. “Razz? You’re home earl—” It realized he wasn’t Razz and tried to jump to its feet, but something was wrong. It fell back onto the pillow, then frantically pushed itself to the corner and used the wall to help prop itself up, nearly standing. “Who are you? Stay back!”

“Who am I? I’m the one asking questions here. Who are you and why are you here?”

“I know who you are. You’re Slim.” The bunny answered its own question, but none of Slim’s.

“Not very cooperative, huh? Let me guess. My brother’s keeping you in here for some reason instead of just eating you. So … maybe he’s trying to fatten you up?”

“I’m a skeleton, you dimwitted wolf,” the bunny snarled.

“Huh, good point. But maybe you’re on a special diet to make you taste better, or somethin’. I can’t think why else he’d have a bunny in his room. What happened to your foot?”

The bunny tried to hide its injured leg. At first Slim hadn’t been sure if part of it was missing or it was just chained down somehow.

“I guess it wasn’t a very lucky rabbit’s foot, huh?” Slim grinned.

The bunny glared daggers at him.

“Did he cut it off so you couldn’t run away? Kinda cruel, don’t ya think?”

“He didn’t—!” the bunny started to protest, then faltered.

“Well. I don’t wanna interfere. But you do look pretty tasty.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” the bunny spat, scrabbling at the cardboard only to slip back down to a sitting position on the pillow.

“Normally I wouldn’t, but if you’re just gonna tell him I was in here, maybe it’s better that I get rid of the evidence. If I crack open the window it’ll look like you escaped or somethin’.”

“I can’t walk, you imbecile! How would I get up to the windowsill?”

Slim shrugged and reached for the bunny again. “It’d be different if I could trust you not to say anything, but …”

“Ugh! Fine! I won’t say anything!” The bunny shrank away from his hand.

Slim stopped. “Promise?”

“I give you my word.” It glared up at him seriously.

“Okay, I’m gonna trust you this time.” He withdrew his hand and was just about to teleport back to the couch, when the bunny spoke.

“Wait. Is that really—Is he really just preparing me to eat?” The bunny’s voice was hard and flat but its expression suddenly vulnerable.

Slim shrugged again. “Didn’t he tell you? I can’t think of any other reason for a wolf to keep a bunny in his room.”

He left the bunny to process that answer, teleporting back to the couch. The scent of the bunny made him hungry, but maybe he should hold off on going out to catch one of his own, in case Razz was planning on surprising him with this one. Was his birthday coming up or something?