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[pxnsneverland]

Something Immortal | Biker!Austin Butler x OC (part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

plot summary: In the gritty underbelly of a city ruled by werewolf biker gangs, Austin Butler reigned supreme as the ruthless leader of his pack. A man of unwavering ferocity, he lied, killed, and stole without remorse, living by a code of violence that defined his kind. Yet, even Austin harbored a secret weakness – his childhood friend Bonnie Barlow, the one woman he had loved in silence for years. Bonnie's father had once been part of Austin's gang, but after his death, she fled the treacherous world of the werewolves, unable to stomach the endless cycle of crime and brutality. For five years, she remained a fugitive from her own nature, until a fateful night when her life took an irreversible turn. Freshly released from a two-year prison stint, Austin returned to his pack, reveling in the debauchery of their den. But his revelry was cut short by a frantic call from Bonnie, pleading for his aid. Rushing to her side, he uncovered a grim truth – in a desperate act of self-defense against her abusive boyfriend, Bonnie had taken a life, awakening the dormant werewolf within her. As the next full moon loomed, she would undergo her first agonizing transformation, a fate she had always dreaded. Defying the pack's ruthless code, Austin sheltered Bonnie, guiding her through the excruciating metamorphosis that tore through her body each lunar cycle. In the depths of her torment, their bond rekindled, blossoming into a love they had long suppressed. Nights of shared laughter and reminiscence gave way to stolen moments of tenderness, their connection deepening with every passing moon. Yet, their newfound bliss was a fragile thing, forever threatened by the harsh realities that governed their world. For Bonnie was branded a deserter, her very existence a betrayal in the eyes of the pack. If Austin's treachery was uncovered, retribution would be swift and merciless.

pairings: biker!austin butler x oc

word count: 2746

warnings/notes: violence, mentions of murder, gang activity

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Return

As Austin pushed open the heavy oak door, the overwhelming cacophony of sound hit him like a physical force. The deep bass of the music thrummed through his chest and reverberated in his ears. The mixture of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke assaulted his senses as he made his way into the dimly lit bar. Flickering lights hung haphazardly above the scattered tables and stools, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the rhythm of the music. In one corner of the bar, a group of men gathered around a pool table, their voices loud and boisterous as they cheered on their game. In another corner, a couple was engaged in a heated argument, their voices rising above the din of the bar.

Jerry Thompson, known as 'The Butcher' for his towering stature and imposing presence, immediately spotted Austin from his perch at the bar. Jerry's muscular arms were adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to come alive with each movement as he stood up to greet Austin. His leather jacket emitted a low creaking sound as he moved, adding to his intimidating aura. With sharp eyes constantly scanning the room, he appeared to be assessing every person and potential threat.

"Austin!" Jerry bellowed with a wide grin, revealing his crooked teeth. Austin returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm and they met in a brief but firm hug, both happy to see each other after so long apart.

"Ace of Spades!" Jerry exclaimed, slapping Austin's back with a hearty laugh. The impact sent vibrations through Austin's body and he couldn't help but grin at his friend's exuberance. His booming voice echoed throughout the dimly-lit bar, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Heads turned, conversations paused, and eyes widened as they caught sight of the alpha in their midst.

"Still got your sense of humor, I see," Austin replied with a smirk. Despite the weariness in his voice, his piercing blue eyes sparkled with a fierce determination that radiated authority. He let his gaze wander around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his pack members and noting the new ones who had joined in his absence. The gang had clearly grown in numbers'.

"The pack's missed you," Jerry said, his deep voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the music. He motioned towards a back booth where a few burly men sat hunched over their drinks, their eyes gleaming under the dim lights. Jerry's eyes darted around the dimly lit room, his body tense with unease. He leaned in closer to Austin, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Things haven't been easy since you've been gone; a few of the newer guys, they don't respect the code... or you."

Austin straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. The tension in his posture was palpable as he issued a silent challenge. "Name them," he demanded, his voice laced with authority and steel.

Jerry seemed to hesitate for a moment, his gaze trailing away from Austin’s intense stare. He let out a deep sigh, the weight of the situation evident on his weathered face. Finally, with a heavy hand he pointed towards the corner of the bar where two young bikers were shooting pool. Their boisterous laughter filled the room, oblivious to the fact that they were being talked about.

“Those two. Dal and Jimmy.” Jerry’s voice was rough and gruff, barely audible above the rowdy crowd. “Think they can run things their way. They’ve been challenging your rules ever since you left.”

Austin’s piercing gaze followed Jerry’s finger and then slowly moved to focus on the two men in question. They seemed hardly more than boys really, their matching leather jackets and cocky attitudes giving off the impression of overgrown pups trying to mark their territory. The sight of them sparked something in his chest - a cold, calculated anger that had him clenching his fists at his sides. “I see.” His words were sharp and clipped, void of any emotion except for a simmering rage that only those who knew him well could detect. With a determined stride, he pushed past Jerry and made a beeline towards Dal and Jimmy who were still engrossed in their game of pool. The tension in the room felt palpable as all eyes turned to watch Austin approach the group of challengers. Austin's body visibly trembles with a mix of rage and anticipation as he approaches the oblivious duo. His broad shoulders square up, ready for a fight, while his icy gaze pierces through them like a sharp blade. The laughter dies down around them as they finally notice the Alpha's approach.

Dal, a lanky man with a scar running down the side of his face, meets Austin's stare with a smug smirk that exudes defiance. Jimmy, shorter and stockier with a wild mop of red hair, takes an instinctive step back in fear and quickly averts his gaze under Austin's intense stare.

With a voice full of authority and malice, Austin addresses them. "You got a problem with my rules?”

Dal's smirk twists into a snarl as he leans back against the pool table, crossing his arms over his chest in challenge. "Our problem ain't with your damn rules, Butler," he spits out Austin's title with contempt. "Our problem is with you.”

The pool stick falls from Dal's grip with a loud clatter as he stands, his eyes blazing with anger. "You've been locked up for two years and now you think you can just waltz back in here and reclaim your throne as alpha?" He takes a threatening step forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "We've managed just fine without you, Butler. Who's to say you're still the strongest?"

"Is that a challenge, Dal?" Austin's voice pierced through the dim bar like a shard of ice, freezing the air around them. His crystal blue eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity as they locked onto Dal, who could feel his heart rate quicken under the alpha’s unwavering stare. The muscles in Austin's arms bulged as he stood tall, crossing them over his broad chest in a show of dominance

Dal shifted uneasily, almost feeling physically pinned under the weight of Austin's intense glare. The smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce determination that hardened his features. Meeting Austin's gaze head-on, he squared his shoulders and spoke with a steely resolve, “Yeah, Butler. It is."

Without warning, Austin lunged at Dal with such ferocious speed that he was nothing but a blur. The crowd's hushed gasps were drowned out by the sickening thud of Austin's fist connecting with Dal's face. A fresh cut on his lip oozed blood as he lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling with pain and shock.The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension as Dal slowly rose to his feet, wiping the blood away with a shaking hand. His gaze locked onto Austin's, filled with a fiery defiance. Without hesitation, he launched himself at Austin, their bodies colliding in a flurry of fists and grunts. But Austin was a force to be reckoned with, easily overpowering Dal with his brute strength and merciless blows. Each punch landed like a sledgehammer, causing bones to crack and skin to split. The smell of iron permeated the air as blood spilled, staining the floor beneath them. Dal was no match for Austin's relentless assault. A thunderous left hook knocked him off balance, leaving him dazed and stumbling. Before he could regain his bearings, Austin charged at him like a raging animal, slamming him back against the pool table.

Pain exploded through Dal's body as he hit the hard surface, gasping for air as if his lungs had been crushed. He struggled to focus through blurred vision, gazing up at Austin who loomed over him like a giant. With one final burst of strength, Dal tried to push himself up off the table, only to receive a brutal kick to the gut that sent him crashing back down. As he lay there, helpless and defeated, all he could taste was blood and defeat in his mouth.

Austin stood over him, chest heaving and fists clenched. His ice-blue eyes were alight with a victorious glint as he looked down at his conquest. The crowd parted in silence, every pair of eyes glued to the spectacle. Austin’s gaze shifted from Dal to the onlookers, his expression stern and unwavering. His voice rang out clear and commanding through the silence, “Let this be a lesson to all of you - I am your alpha, your leader...and I will not tolerate disloyalty or disrespect in my pack.”

He cast a final glance at Dal, then turned towards Jerry who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines. The Butcher's face bore a grimace of satisfaction; he approved of what Austin had done. Austin slowly walked back to him, the crowd parting to make way for their leader.

"Painful but necessary," Jerry muttered as he draped an arm around Austin's shoulder, "hopefully this little display of power will keep them in line."

Austin simply nodded his agreement, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. However, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He knew that he had needed to assert his authority but the violent encounter left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hoped that no other member would dare to challenge him; he didn't want to shed any more blood of his own pack. But he would stand his ground and uphold order, no matter the cost.

"Well, that was a helluva welcome back party," Jerry chuckled and slapped Austin on the back. The two walked to the exit, their imposing figures outlined by the dimly lit bar behind them. Austin didn’t respond; his thoughts were elsewhere – on Bonnie Barlow. How would she react to tonight's events? Would she be afraid of him...or for him? As Austin sat in his cell, thoughts of Bonnie consumed his mind. She had been his only source of comfort during his time in jail, and now that he was out, she still lingered in his thoughts. It had been five long years since he last saw her, and he couldn't help but wonder how she had been and what she was up to now. Memories of her petite figure and expressive eyes flooded his mind, stirring a mix of emotions within him. Remorse for the mistakes he made and an intense yearning to see her again. His heart clenched at the reality of his situation. He wasn't just a man – he was an alpha, a werewolf. And Bonnie? She was the quiet beauty who had found her way into his heart, and then fled from the violent world he inhabited. Even as he craved to have her back in his life, Austin couldn’t help but acknowledge the bitter truth. The world he ruled with an iron fist was no place for someone as delicate and empathetic as Bonnie.

With a troubling thought gnawing at his mind, Austin abruptly shrugged off Jerry's arm and strode out into the cool, crisp night air. His heavy boots crunched with each step on the gravel path as he made his way to his motorcycle. The machine stood there like a ferocious animal lying in wait, its metallic body glinting in the moonlight.

"Hey, where you off to?" Jerry called after him, but Austin did not even spare a glance as he pulled on his leather gloves and climbed onto his ride. His mind was too cluttered with thoughts of Bonnie, bittersweet memories that brought both solace and a haunting pain.

The engine roared to life beneath him, a low growl that reverberated through the peaceful night. With one last look at the bar where his pack was still celebrating their leader's victorious return, he revved the engine and tore off into the darkness. The wind whipped against his face as he raced down the deserted roads, slicing through the quiet stillness of the night. He welcomed the chilling gusts, hoping they would blow away the weight of remorse weighing on him. But no amount of speed or distance could erase Bonnie's image from his mind or ease the ache in his heart. His thoughts kept returning to that fateful day five years ago when Bonnie had left.

She had vanished into the ether, leaving behind a void in Austin's life that he couldn't fill. No call, no text, no warning. One day, they were holding each other at her father's funeral - her tears staining his shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around her. The next day, she was gone, taking all traces of herself with her. Austin searched high and low, calling every number he had for her and knocking on every door he could think of. But she had disappeared without a trace, leaving him feeling lost and alone. Weeks turned into months, which turned into years. The uncertainty of not knowing where Bonnie had gone or even if she was still alive weighed heavily on Austin's mind and heart. He would wake up from nightmares, drenched in sweat and trembling, his thoughts consumed by visions of Bonnie being hurt or in danger. As much as he wanted to protect her like he did when they were younger, he couldn't do anything if he didn't even know where she was.

The soft purr of his motorbike echoed through the stillness, offering him a strange sense of tranquility as he veered down onto the dirt path that led home. Austin’s cabin, nestled in the secluded wilderness away from town, was as rugged and unyielding as he was. A shabby structure with weathered timber walls and a roof so worn it seemed to blend into the overcast night sky. Sliding off his bike, Austin crossed the threshold, stepping into the austere living space. Minimalistic and practical just like him. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, its hearth filled with charred logs from a fire long gone. The rest of the furniture was plain and functional - a worn-out couch, a small dining table, and his bed tucked into an alcove.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and made his way to the worn-out armchair by the fireplace, sinking into its familiar comfort. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey from a dusty bottle, he stared at the golden liquid swirling within. Each drop mirrored years of torment and solitude that had gradually gnawed away at his soul. Drinking was not his means to drown the pain; instead, it was more of a ritual – an acknowledgement of his broken spirit and an attempt to numb the hurt festering within. The air around him crackled as he struck a match and brought it close to the dry logs in the hearth. The fire leaped up instantly, hungry flames lapping at the wood while releasing whispers of smoke into the air. Austin watched the dance of the fire, his mind lost in the glowing depths as he sipped from his glass. The warmth of the Scotch spread through him, a perfect foil to the cold emptiness he had grown accustomed to. The silence of his cabin was only broken by the sporadic crackle of the flames and the quiet hum of woodland creatures outside. This solitude was his sanctuary and yet it was also his prison cell.

The tranquil silence was broken in an instant by a shrill ring that made Austin jump. He quickly realized it was his cell phone, a device he hadn't heard from in what seemed like ages. His fingers fumbled for the familiar weight in his pocket, almost forgetting it had been there this whole time. The screen displayed ‘Unknown’ as the call persisted, daring him to answer and reveal the identity of the caller. Who could be reaching out to him, someone he had not seen at the bar? With a deep breath, Austin pressed accept and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice came out rough and hesitant.

"Austin," said a soft voice on the other end.

Instantly recognizing the voice that had haunted his thoughts for years, Austin's heart began to race in his chest. The drink in his hand suddenly felt like a lead weight, and he carefully set it down on the small wooden table beside him. His fingers trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the phone, as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

"Bonnie..."

Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!

[mewharley]

it's so wild getting into Sonic little by little and seeing the posts about it on Tumblr without much context ????

like I've only read the idw comics, played the first 3 games, saw like 10 minutes of sonic boom years ago and the rest is Tumblr osmosis

and the most relevant or wildest stuff I've learned is:

sonic was a werewolf (werehog) at some point???? (game????) which was referenced in the idw comic

the whole sonic and the black knight posts ??????????? I'm SO lost (another game ????? an AU made game ????)

the whole thing with shadows backstory which i already read two years ago 💔 but still don't have the whole context so for now he's just a random dude that sometimes appears, he's serious, he's powerful, but I haven't seen a lot and i have no context, like what does he do with his life ??? does he just wander around ??? where does he live ???? same with sonic but at least he likes to run everywhere and go anywhere and helps people, but shadow ??? dude what's your purpose in life ?????

I THOUGHT ROUGE WAS A VILLIAN ???? I mean she's a thief but still ????

knuckles is *not* as beefy as he was in Sonic Boom ???? he's so scrawny ?????

Amy's love for sonic IS NOT a secret ?????? at least in the idw comic

Tails and Sonic are actually brothers 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i thought they were just best friends and he was his sidekick but didn't expect it to be referenced so explicitly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (idw comic again, idk about other media)

fuck the chaos emeralds in the first games, I gave up trying to get them (only got them in the first game)

are the chaos emerald like the dragon balls? do they randomly hide in the world after "being used" or what ?????

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY KIDS WITH THE REST OF THE CAST??? HOW OLD IS EVERYONE ELSE???? is sonic freaking 15 ????? older? Tails is a kid, Charmy is a kid, Cream is a kid, what's up with that? (at least Cream lives as a kid and Charmy seems to act as a kid, but Tails?? baby noooo 🥺🥺🥺, he's smart, I love him)

First sonic game I played was sonic adventure 1 GameCube version about 3 years ago, but it was so weird, random and hard that i dropped it quickly... but apparently it's one of the best Sonic games ???? so ????? (will definitely try again later)

the sonic franchise and its fandom knows no "cringe" and I admire everyone for that 👊😔, it's just so positive I love it, they're just.. free

haven't tried but I already know i won't be able to draw the characters hahaha, they're just SO dynamic that drawing them all stiff would look weird 💔💔💔💔

are there humans or not in the sonic world???? wait is eggman a human? what's up with sonic adventure having humans? (as far as I remember, I might be confused) do other games have humans? I know sonic is in the human world in the movies but ??

silver my beloved, I've only known him from the idw comic but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

for real, the characters are so likeable so far, I love sonic he's cool, a good lad, he's cocky but he like he's right, you know? and he helps everyone and he knows he's cool and and and I love him

so this is my sonic journey

very interesting

[i984]

I Love You- Wait, What?

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: THIS IS CRACK, Ooc! Wednesday Addams, author kind of gave up on writing after the third perspective shift, honestly this fic is just a joke at this point, potion works weirdly here, stupid love confessions, panicked but low-key high! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: You ruin everything for Wednesday Addams, be it sleeping peacefully or good potion-making.

|A/n|: This might as well be titled "I Gave Up on Quality" with the pairing of Wednesday x @vorsdany . I am really sorry but also not really. I promise I write better fics than this.

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A moron.

That's what you are.

"No, I'm pretty sure I put in the right stuff. Snake fangs and then lavender, right?" You scratched at your back while stretching your sore body as carefully as possible.

With the cauldron, textbooks, parchments, and various ingredients scattered across Wednesday's dorm room floor, you're pretty sure the girl will smack your head if you spill the potion in the making the second time.

Wednesday pointed at the procedure text in hand; you sighed as you leaned forward to read. Okay. Great. So you managed to mess up not only the order but also the name of the ingredients. 

"Snake tail? Well- You know what? I can't help you make this mystery potion if you don't tell me what it's for."

"You were the one who insisted on being a nuisance, might I remind you," Wednesday scoffed as she crossed her arms, brows coming together at the disaster liquid filling the pot.

The potion glows a wine color, its light casting a shadow on the ravenette's tired face; the dark bags underneath her eyes compliment her overall corpse-like look. You wouldn't worry because somehow this appearance works a charm for her, except her behaviors have also resembled the living dead. 

"Well, it's because you look like you can use some help-"

"I do not need help, especially not from you." 

Wednesday didn't even look up as she said it, nose buried deep in whatever book she was reading. Why do you even bother to put up with her at this point?

"Fine! I'm leaving, then." No response. 

If she is going to act like you don't exist, you might as well sabotage her top-secret project. Hands swiftly switching the marked lids of two flower jars—white periwinkle and phlox—you stand up and make your way across the room, heading for the door.

"Good luck, Wens." You throw her an open smirk you know she won't see before exiting the room.

You can't wait to see her fail.

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Wednesday lets her body slump as soon as the sound of your footsteps recedes to nothing. The past week has been... restless. And she meant that quite literally. For some reason, her past vision invades her mind when she tries to subdue her consciousness.

With her eyes closed, the picture was as blinding as it is irritating, like daylight to her pitch-black heart. 

It always started with a smile—that annoying smug one—plastered on a face she knew too well for her own liking. And then, echoes of laughter would haunt her, taunt her.

She hasn't let it go farther than that. She couldn't. If Wednesday is going insane, it'll be from the intense torture she befalls upon herself. Not from such unwelcomed twisted imageries that plague her mind.

"Descendamus somno sempiterno, donec corpus e carcere reviviscat." Wednesday speaks in her best Latin, fingers trembling as they throw the right ingredients into the cauldron. 

She watches the liquid turn colorless—a telltale sign that it's successful—and sighs in relief. 

Finally, her sleeping potion is ready.

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You turn your head to the sound of a familiar booming voice calling your name across the cafeteria. Enid, the werewolf, approaches you with a daunting look on her face. How unusual.

"No bone-crushing hugs today?"

No response. Why is everybody ignoring your words?

"Something is really wrong with Wednesday."

You huff at her while you take a seat. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure she just kicked me out of your room half an hour ago." You grab a brownie from your plate and take a bite out of it. "That seemed pretty normal to me."

Enid raises her eyebrow at you knowingly. "Well, what did you do?"

"Nothing!"

A couple of heads turn both your ways. Suddenly, the ceiling looks very interesting. You can see Enid waving dismissively at the crowd from your peripherals. Face contorting in an apologetic look, you take another bite from your brownie.

"Anyway, she told me my sweater looks like a lunatic splattered their guts on it."

The piece of cake dropped off your mouth. "That means she's into your sweater," Enid raised her eyebrows speculatively as she handed you a tissue, "Did she just give you a compliment?" 

"As a matter of fact, yes I did." 

You and Enid jump at the chilling voice from behind you. 

"Dude! You scared the heck out of me," you turn your head to see Wednesday holding a glass of red liquid. She looked drowsy—subdued almost.

"First of all, never call me 'dude' ever again," the ravenette seated beside you groggily, "and second of all, I thought I made a point that fear feeds my entertainment needs."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you do that-"

You take a pause. Enid immediately notices the look on your face.

"What? What's wrong?" The werewolf asked you in a hushed tone. The raven watches as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Did you just- Did she just-" You pull away from Wednesday in disbelief, "reply to the things I say?"

The girl in question only raises her eyebrow at you, the glass of pomegranate juice resting on her now red-stained lips. Then her brows slowly meet in the middle again, perfectly mirroring her look from earlier. 

The glass produces a thud as Wednesday puts it down on the table. You and Enid share a look with each other. A concerned look. One of you has got to say something right now, and you aren't going to be the one to do it.

The sentiment is shared apparently because the blonde also has her mouth trapped shut.

Clankings of dishes. Chatter comes from the crowds. The room was far from silent, but for some reason, it was as if everybody was waiting for Wednesday's response. The tension thickens in the air as the girl turns to look at you, despair etched in her features.

"I need your help." 

You take the last bite out of your brownie. The sweetness resembles something of a victory.

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There must be something wrong with the potion; Wednesday figured out as much. She expected that after the drowsiness took over and her heartbeat slowed, she'd finally be able to shut her mind and get some much-needed rest.

But it was the opposite; while her muscles may have relaxed, the images flashed through her brain with newfound intensity. 

The smug smile, the laughter that resembled screeching metal chains, the mischievous twinkle in those eyes- Oh, how those eyes dragged her feet through the corridors of Ophelia hall. 

Nothing made sense anymore; Wednesday needed to find the source of her madness and stop whatever is happening at the very core.

She needs to stop you. 

But not before throwing Enid a merry compliment along the way and giving Eugene a preposterous nickname.

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"Bee Man? That's what you came up with?" You're almost rolling on Wednesday's dorm room floor, hands coming to clutch your contracting stomach; if Wednesday doesn't kill you now, the laughter certainly will.

"Yes, but can we please focus on the task at hand?" The ravenette clenched her jaw, "You're supposed to be helping me find the problem with the potion-"

Boisterous cackles cut through Wednesday's words, and you swear you can see fumes coming out of her ears. "-not to laugh at a genuine, original nickname."

"Yes, but he asked you to give him a nickname and BEE MAN-" you wheeze uncontrollably, eyes tearing up at the absurdity of it.

If you knew changing one ingredient would've given you a very talkative and silly Wednesday Addams, you would've done so during potion class ages ago.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I did," you take a deep breath, hands coming to pick up one of the vials containing water-like liquid; eyes scanning the mystery messed up serum.

"But, only if you answer my questions first."

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Wednesday was ready to whip out a dagger to your neck and make a new potion from scratch, but without identifying the real problem, she'd risk committing the same mistake again.

After all, she'd been meticulous in following the instructions. So it couldn't have been a mistake on her part.

Begrudgingly, she nods, bracing herself for whatever question you may throw her.

You flashed her a teasing smirk, and Wednesday could've sworn it was almost identical to the ones that haunted her every time she so much closed her eyes. A mere coincidence. That's all that is.

"All right, question number one," you cleared your throat before resuming, "Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?"

This threw Wednesday off. And as if you could read her mind, you added a quick, "and no, there's no significance to these questions. Just answer them as is."

Recalling the intense debate Enid has dragged her in with Yoko in the past, she thanked her roommate internally for the fact that the werewolf has basically force-fed her the food.

A simple 'yes' slides out Wednesday's mouth, and you move on to the second question—still with that annoying smirk plastered on your face.

"The second question. Mint chocolate ice cream for dessert, yay or nay?"

"Yes."

"Beep-boop, that's not the proper answer to my question. You have two more chances of getting this correct!"

Wednesday feels her face scrunch in exasperation, "I thought you said there's no signi-"

"One more chance until you're disqualified! Please choose your words carefully," you wiggled your eyebrows at her, and it took everything in Wednesday not to smash the spare potion vial at your face.

"Yay. The answer is yay." 

"Yay, indeed!" you make a grand gesture by lifting your hands in the air, "Onto the next question. Which one do you put in first; cereal or milk-"

"Milk. It's milk. Next question please."

"Ohoho, eager are we?" you stand up and grab the textbook Wednesday had used earlier for the potion-making instruction. Now Wednesday has all her attention on you, eyes narrowing in laser focus as anticipation for your upcoming words.

"Finally! The most important question of this compatibility test, and no matter your answer, I'll tell you what you desire to hear most!" 

Your fingers tap and dance on the book's cover—imitating the sound of drumrolls—and Wednesday almost mauled you then and there if not for your question;

"You, Wednesday Friday Addams, have a crush on me, yes or no?"

The ravenette surprisingly sinks in an internal debate at this.

Just say no. It wouldn't matter. You'll know why the sleeping potion doesn't work after this. Just say no. What is stopping you? It's so easy. The answer is no. Just say-

"Yes, I do." 

What?

No, no, no, no. This can't be. Correct yourself. Say-

"I do have a crush on you."

The book you're holding dropped to the floor. Wednesday looks up to see your mouth gaping, eyes darting all over her face as if you're looking for a sign of her joking. 

But there was none. There was just a surprised look shared between the two of you. 

Wednesday quickly grabs her book and flips through the pages hurriedly.

The slip-ups, compliments, and the awful nickname. The love confession. Could it really be?

Wednesday's fingers slowed down as she reached a designated page, her eyes scanning the room to see two almost identical flower jars at the foot of her bed, only differentiated by a label stuck on the lid.

And when Wednesday caught your guilty face looking at it like her, she knew.

White Periwinkle and Phlox. The two kinds of flower that are similar in appearance but differ significantly as ingredients of a potion.

"A truth potion," You both breathed out into the room.

And you look at Wednesday; she's looking at you. 

"So it's true then?" The shakiness in your voice surprised the two of you, forcing you to clear your throat for the second time in her room.

"It is what it is," Wednesday tears her gaze away from yours to the book in hand, covering her flushed face with the extent of her bangs.

"Unless we managed to mess up the truth potion too, then maybe-"

"No, no, no, no, because," you drop to the ground and kneel at the space in front of her, hands hurriedly opening the vial containing the liquid that had started it all. Wednesday panically looks at you now, and you smile at her before chugging the whole thing down.

"I have a crush on you, too."

And there it is in all your glory; bright smug smile, childish laughter, and mischievous eyes. It finally clicked for Wednesday that you—yes, you—are her eternal living nightmare. She'll make sure you pay the price for all her sleepless nights. 

And it's not gonna be cheap.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

|A/n2|: I really am genuinely sorry, I promise I'll do better next time.

[kuroosdarling]

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟏: 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖇

♡‧₊˚ starring: Dr. Akaashi

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: mdni!! unprotected sex, thigh riding, slight power play (akaashi acts as a mentor), manhandling, praise, double penetration

kinktober m.list

a/n: please please let me know if i forgot any tags. super nervous for my first kinktober fic but here we go !! thank u nesi for reading through all this and hyping me up LMFAO. i hope you guys enjoy it hehe

Honestly, you barely even wanted to come to the Halloween fair this year. It would’ve been another cruddy festival filled with hollow spooks and lame costumes. But your friends had insisted, and you were a sucker for them so here you were. They had decided to race off to the sketchy looking ferris wheel while your fear of heights had you deterring from the attraction. Instead, you headed towards the haunted house.

Everyone had said it was the scariest yet, but since it was run by the volleyball team on campus, you weren’t convinced. It would be something to pass the time while your friends rode a few rides. Maybe you could get your thrills in a different way.

“Good luck. All you have to do is complete the experiment, outrun the killer, survive the werewolf, break out of the torture chamber and somehow escape the underworld.” The guy at the counter said, sliding the ticket towards you.

“Oh is that all?” You roll your eyes, picking it up. It should be a piece of cake.

“Oh and don’t die.” The blondie that sold your ticket gave you a wicked smirk, softly puffing his cigarette smoke in your face as he gestured towards the double doors that led to the house. The house itself looked like a basic haunted house with faint ‘scary’ music playing in the background. Flashes of light and distant screams filled your ears as you looked onward. A crow sat by the front of the door and squawked at you as you made your way down the path.

As you walked towards the door, you heard the distinct buzz of a walkie talkie, but paid no mind as he was probably just alerting the staff that a new victim was walking into the house of horrors. Little did you know…

Opening the door, it felt like you were the only one in this whole makeshift building. The first room was obviously a spoof of Frankenstein, completed with the lab and even a fake body on the table. There wasn’t anyone even around which checked out since this was just a small little fair. They probably didn’t put much effort into it.

Something pricked at the back of your neck, raising the tiny little hairs that laid there. You easily shake off the feeling, trying to cool the rising nerves that flooded your system. A couple steps further and you could make it to the other side of the door, going through the door to the next room.

A resounding boom and a flash of light caused you to jump in your place. A slightly crazed looking man with glasses and a lab coat flew by you, muttering something under his breath as he made his way to the table with the fake body. Only it wasn’t fake, the body rising slowly as it groaned loudly. The man in the lab coat laughed maniacally before turning towards you, chanting something about he was alive.

“Why hello there. You’re just in time. Would you be interested in being my little test subject?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. For some reason, you couldn’t move your feet. The initial fear had stuck you in place but it was slowly rolling off of you as you took in his attractive appearance. His deep blue eyes burned with a spark that had you transfixed on him. The man made his way closer to you. “What’s wrong? Can’t speak? Maybe I can run another experiment on you then.”

“What?” You breathe out, looking towards the man that was getting off the table and slowly shuffling his way towards the two of you; his white hair shimmering in the low lights. You had slightly recognized him from one of your classes. But the Doctor himself was unrecognizable.

“Oh, so you can speak. Excellent.” The man waved over the ‘monster’. “I’ve been working on experiments and I think it’s time to move on to the next stage. This is my life’s work. But I'm going to need him to have more human interactions. Would you be able to help?”

What kind of haunted house was this? You should’ve high-tailed it far away by now, but the skit had seemed so immersive that you couldn’t break away from the scene. The look the doctor was giving you seemed so sincere that you couldn’t help but fall into his trap. 

“Sure. What do you need me to do, Doctor?” You asked, looking up at him. His eyes immediately darkened, absolutely pleased with your eagerness to

help.

“I’d like to release him into the wild to live among the people. But in order to do that, he needs to have social interaction beyond just me. I can only teach him so much, I believe a woman’s touch would be perfect for this next experiment.”

With the look that they were giving you, it was easy to tell where this was going. Biting back a smirk, you nod your head with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. 

“Let’s start somewhere simple. Would you be able to kiss him? Then we can see what progresses from there. This is for science, mind you, so just let whatever happen, happen. We need a full report on the expanses of pleasure.” He said, taking a slight step back as the ‘monster’ took another step forward towards you. His golden eyes sparked with delight and recognition as he took in your figure.

Not sure who was supposed to make the first move, you decide to step closer, gently holding his face and bringing him in for a kiss. Obviously, this monster had a little experience as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a small groan as he felt your tongue glide against his.

His strong arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer. A sigh escaped your lips as you lost yourself in the kiss. For someone who just came to life, he sure seemed to know what he was doing. His kiss was overpowering, backing you up against the wall. 

It was all escalating so quickly but all you could do was run with it. His touch against your skin was hot, deliciously igniting a flame in your core. What made it even better was the eyes that watched you from a distance, taking in every second that unfolded in front of him.

He hiked you up against the wall, pressing his knee up between your legs dangerously close to the spot you needed him most. A whine escaped you, flowing from the back of your throat right into his mouth. In return, you swallowed the deep groan he let out. Your hands run through his hair, pulling him even closer, but it wasn’t enough. Desperate for some more friction, you start to ride his meaty thigh, relishing in the pleasure it was bringing you.

“He’s going to need to learn more than just kissing, isn’t that right, Bokuto?” The doctor called out to the two of you. The ‘monster’ named Bokuto nodded his head against your lips before pulling back, searching your eyes for something. You look over at the doctor, who’s eagerly looking back. You nod at both of them. 

“I’ll help you guys with whatever you need. He needs to know what pleasure is, correct? Or am I misinterpreting the experiment, Doctor.” You feign innocence. you weren’t sure how far they wanted to take things but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t game. The doctor took a step forward towards the two of you.

“Correct.” He said slowly. “You can call me Dr. Akaashi, by the way. I want you to teach him how you need to be prepped before participating in the art of pleasure.”

You nod at him and look back at Bokuto, who was still staring down at you. Suddenly, everyone was on the same page and tension flooded the room, wrapping itself around your throat. The only solace you could find was latching your lips against Bokuto’s. Pulling him in for another searing kiss, you take a hold of his hand and trail it up your thigh to where the hem of your skirt lies.

“You can go ahead and take these off.” You purr, bringing his hand up further up to where your soaked panties were. Bokuto’s breath hitched in your mouth, his fingers curling against the fabric before ripping them down. The sudden cold exposure had you shivering in his hold. “Good boy.”

Bokuto relished in your praise, immediately moving his fingers toward your glistening folds. You gasp out as he slowly slips a finger in. His finger was bigger than you expected, the stretch already feeling so good. Bokuto’s lips crash against yours again, swallowing up any moans you let out as his finger stretches you out. It was hard not to buck into his hand, so you let your instincts take over. In response, Bokuto slipped another finger in, seeing how riled up he could get you.

“It looks good so far, but I may have to demonstrate the next few steps as they get increasingly more complicated.” Akaashi said, his presence suddenly coming into view as he steps beside you and Bokuto. His hand circles around Bokuto’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, looking at Akaashi for your next direction. “Why don’t we try putting more than a finger in, hmm? Then we can have our dear Bokuto join us.”

“Yes please.”

Bokuto stepped back as Akaashi took a step closer to you; suddenly filling all your senses with so much as a dark gaze, the blue that used to take up his eyes had morphed into a color so deep you swore there wasn’t any blue left. There was a small moment of hesitation before Akaashi reached for your hand, placing it right on the bulge of his pants. You let a small gasp and you run your hand over it lightly, the coldness of his zipper almost stings your hand away but you move forward, slowly unzipping them as you hold eye contact. No one dared breath too deeply as you fish out his hard cock, standing tall and already oozing with pre.

He moves your hand gently before spitting in his hand to lube up his aching length, stroking it firmly before lining the tip up at your entrance. It already felt so hot against you — you couldn’t help but grind against it , letting out soft whimpers that filled the room. With a deep breath, he takes it and slowly pushes in, groaning as he slowly enters you. His head dips down so he could get a taste of your lips, the thing he had been craving since you had first walked into the haunted house. He couldn’t let Bokuto have all the fun, and your lips were just too soft to let up. The moment he bottoms out, the two of you groan into each other's mouths. The stretch felt so nice. His cock was lengthy and reached a part that was so deep in you that you didn’t know it could be touched. He hiked up your leg around his waist as he had you still pinned against the wall and started to move his hips slowly.

His hips slowly started moving forward, pushing into you at an increasing pace. Bokuto let out a soft sound at the sight, feeling somewhat left out. Your head turned, breaking away from Akaashi’s plush lips, much to his displeasure. Bokuto takes it as his chance to reclaim your lips. All of your senses felt fired up, you felt so full but it still felt like you were missing something.

“Bokuto, I hope you’re paying attention to how I’m doing this because – fuck – because you’re about to join us.” Akaashi breathed out, trying to hold back any moans that threatened to spill from his lips. He wanted to keep up the appearance of the calm and collected doctor but the way your cunt was gripping him had him struggling.

“There’s no room, though.” Bokuto pouted, breaking away from you. He and Akaashi shared a menacing look before Bokuto grabbed onto your hips as he slipped behind you, pulling you closer.Instead of being pinned against the wall you were now pinned against Bokuto's broad chest.  Akaashi’s cock chased you, trying to keep its place inside of you as Bokuto manhandled you around, trying to fit into the intricate puzzle the three of you were creating. Bokuto’s cock pushed against your backside. “Think you have room for one more in that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Please-” You whimper out. There’s no way that Bokuto could fit his girthy cock in you, but you figured you let him try anyway. Akaashi kept thrusting into you, squelching sounds filling the room. Akaashi spit into his hand again, but this time he grabbed a hold of Bokuto’s cock, sliding his hand over it to get it nice and wet before he tried to stick it inside of you. Luckily, Bokuto was dripping with his own precum which only helped the situation.

Bokuto slides his cock against Akaashi’s and prodded at your entrance. Your body tensed as you felt him trying to make his way in. Bokuto cooed in your ear, rubbing all along your body in soothing motions. Akaashi whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he stilled his hips, waiting for Bokuto to hurry up and for you to give him the okay to move.

Inch by thick inch, Bokuto made his way inside of you. Akaashi kissed all along your neck, trying to soothe any discomfort that the stretch had brought on. Their cocks rubbed together inside of you, deliciously splitting you open. You already felt so full even though he hadn’t bottomed out yet. The stretch of both cocks had you seeing stars, clenching around their cocks as you came around them.

“Shit.” Akaashi murmured, “That was so hot. Good girl, good fucking girl.” As you came undone, it only made it easier for Bokuto to bottom out. Now, both cocks were fully seated inside of you. “Ready for us?”

“Yes.” your head lolls back onto Bokuto’s shoulder. Your eyes trail up to Bokutos golden ones, locking into place. “Please fuck me.”

They didn’t wait for any further confirmation as they took alternating strokes into you. One would pull all the way out as the other pounded into you. It all happened so fast that it felt like they were continuously fucking themselves into you. Your hand clutched onto Akaashi’s firm bicep, holding on as the two chased their high. At some point, your feet weren't even touching the floor anymore; properly finding yourself sandwiched between the two men.

Even though you just came, you felt your next high building up incredibly fast. One of them must’ve noticed because you felt a hand slither down to your clit, rubbing slow circles along it. It was all too much so you weren’t even sure which one it could’ve been.

“Bokuto, remember that when you’re with a woman you have to focus on this spot here.” Akaashi spoke out, his finger increasing the speed, causing your back to arch against Bokuto. “Let me see your hand and we can do this together. I want to make sure you learn correctly.”

Bokuto didn’t say anything but you could tell by his grunt that he understood. Seconds later, you felt a thick finger and a lithe finger play with your clit as they had continuously pounded into you. It was all you needed to reach your high, letting out a long moan, you tighten against both cocks as you let your high run its course.

Instead of cumming inside of you, both men pulled out at the same time, causing your feet to finally land back on the ground. The sudden emptiness had you whining out but you quickly shut your mouth as you saw the scene in front of you unfold. Both men had pivoted towards each other, their tips almost lining up as they stroked their cocks at a furious pace. Almost at the same time, they came onto each other, a beautiful sympathy of groans filling the room as they reached their peak together. There were a few moments of silence as they stared each other in the eyes before their gaze landed back onto you.

Akaashi gave you a kiss on the shoulder while Bokuto kissed you on the head. One of them gently massaged your thighs as the other murmured the sweetest praise in your ears.

“Thank you for showing Bokuto the pleasures of life.” Akaashi pulled back, giving you a subtle smirk. “Your effort in our scientific research doesn’t go unnoticed.”

“Exactly! Now you can continue on your journey and spread your legs.” Bokuto beamed at you. Akaashi hit him against the shoulder.

“He means your knowledge. You can spread your knowledge.” He shook his head with a soft smile on his face. “You gonna be okay for the next few rooms?”

You smirk at the two men as you adjust your skirt.

“Oh, I think I’ll be just fine.”

[nitrozem]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag @natolesims ! I love doing these.

Think I'll do my werewolf boi, Ajay this time (I did Miguel for the last one)

1. What uncommon/common fear do they have?

The dude acts fearless but he has one fear and it's stink bugs. Why? Well werewolf pups like practicing their hunting on small insects and stuff that cross their path and young Ajay decided to pounce on a stink bug and had a very bad time lol

bonus pic of smol pup Ajay

2. Do they have any pet peeves?

He doesn't like it when people move his stuff around. He's not organized but it works for him cause he has his weird disorganized places he keeps his things.

3. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

his werewolf toy, this crystal light shaped like a moon that Sid made for him, something random he may have dug up during a rampage and forgot about (usually shoes, rocks and trash)

4. What do they notice first in a person?

Their smell, werewolf super smell and all. He can figure out if a person is an occult by the smell.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

A 10, he's been in so many werewolf brawls, and running through the forest, it takes a lot to actually get him to be very bothered by pain and he heals quickly. He wears his scars like badges of honor lol

6. Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Fight fight fight! He likes fighting and hates to appear like a wimp.

7. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

No, he was an only child, had a mom and dad and that's it. He has a big family now though. (4 children, his husband, and his father who is still kicking) I would say he is a family person, he loves all his kids and is protective over them and his husband.

bonus family photo :)

and grandpa (ajay's father, Ravi) cause we love him and his terrible dad jokes

8. What animal represents them best?

Well...a wolf

9. What is a smell that they dislike?

Vampires have a necrotic undead smell he hates like most werewolves. He also hates coming across somewhere that was "marked" by another werewolf and gets territorial.

10. Have they broken any bones?

Nope

11. How would a stranger likely describe them?

Depends. If he's dressed nicely and calm, people see he's sure of himself or confident. When he's high fury/wearing his torn or rocker clothes, he still has that confident vibe but in a more intimidating way.

12. Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night Owl because werewolves are nocturnal, he'll be up in the morning anyway because he doesn't sleep much.

13. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

He hates all artificial fruit candy, as for a flavor he loves, a steak, seasoned right (and very very rare)

14. Do they have any hobbies?

Yes, he likes to knit and paint mostly. He likes to read and likes tor forage/hunt for crystals or mushrooms that Sid might need

15. Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

I'd say he's pretty stoked

16. Do they like to wear jewelry?

Yeah, his moon necklace his mother gave him and other bracelets Sid makes him

17. Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It's actually very neat!

18. What are two emotions they feel the most?

Energetic and confident

19. Do they have a favorite fabric?

really soft fleece, he'll fall asleep real quick in a pile of fleece sweaters lol

20. What kind of accent do they have?

subtle indian accent (mother had an indian accent, father has a southern usa accent so it's a mix of that)

The closest voice claim I have for him is Dr. Carrington from Fallout 4 I like imagining that he sounds very eloquent and chill (well at least until his fury gets high enough, then he's just loud, rough sounding and growly)

If you just want to talk about yours OC's just do this and say I tagged you or w/e, use all excuses to talk about your OC's and stories 👍🏼

(that and I'm not very active on here atm due to not wanting to play sims, social media detox and attempts at better habits in life.)

[etherealjellyfishgirl]

OKIE MAVERICK MY STREET LORE TIME!!!!

mavericks life was tricky

her mother divorced her father after she was born

She didn’t want a daughter but she liked the attention she got when she was pregnant

so after she had the kid she left her husband and divorced him

So she grew up knowing her mother didn’t love her

her father was stressed trying to raise a daughter who was a werewolf

He didn’t even know his ex-wife was a werewolf

so he raised a young woman with needs he didn’t even know about

most of mavericks werewolf traits were learned in werewolf class

And she ended up being bullied allot

it was easy she had no idea about anything with her own body

she had a bad home life

with a dad with a bad coping mechanism

Alcohol

he was trying to sober up for his daughter

but he fell back on it allot bc of stress

so she would spend those days with her grandpa

and then maverick started developing chronic pains in her leg

she didn’t want to worry her father or grandpa

so at some point she just didn’t tell anyone

she toughed it out

She was also so very thin

she didn’t want to bother her father with asking for help making food

and didn’t want to ask for lunch money

so she was thin and pale to

One day she passed out in the middle of recess

BOOM SEVERE ANEMIA! Mixed with terrible leg pain and hunger!

At this point maverick looked like a werewolf version of the ring girl

So there she was

a tiny short thin pale 10 year old werewolf girl who was bullied with an alcoholic father in a hospital with anemia

her grandfather was fully willing to take care of her while her father got help

she told that nurse everything

so she got a pair of crutches a knee brace and to stay with her aunts and grandfather for a while

this was when she met vylad

a boy with short brown hair and dark green eyes who had 3 missing teeth and a missing finger (I’ll get to this in a different post)

They became quick friends

seeing each other a scary amount of times bc they were both in and out of hospitals so much

maverick due to health complications

Vylad due to health conditions and accidents

soon they found themselves in the Same Highschool

phoenix drop high

Which did not make life easier!

it got even worse! Haha…

She was a year ahead and so smart!

but was suddenly getting bullied for her body

the healthiest weight she’d been in years

But she happily ignored it

no one knew her story

no one…

soon she fell in love!

she ofc loved vylad but she didn’t want to ruin there friendship

so she met a boy

his name was Killian

You know how this story will end

She suddenly stopped talking to her friends

especially vylad

she stopped singing and dancing

and suddenly one day

disappeared…

vylad asked Killian if he knew what happened

“that —— broke up with me then disappeared”

he’d answer

later he found out that maverick actually got help

she wasn’t well mentally and Killian was making her feel worthless

along with the constant bullying

vylad fully understood

collage!

Maverick went to Meteli medical school

Where she became a doctor!

Her life was fairly calm at that time

other then the stress ofc

she was of course still friends with vylad

They were in a sort of relationship

soon he appeared on her doorstep smiling at her asking to come in

they started dating again

then got married

then had to kids

they were happy

Any questions?

[beast-towers]

The sounds of echoing steps bounced off from the metal walls, two young men full of adrenaline and worry boosted their speed as they dashed through the halls where their friend once ran into…

The teens stood in place with fright. No… this can’t be! They have to be hallucinating! They aren’t seeing this!… Right?…

Ein stood in front of the teens protectively, proving to the group that this IS real. The beast before them growled deeply as it caused a feeling of dread and fear in the teens, nearly paralyzing them with fright on the spot. If it wasn’t for the Trusted Guard who growled back with a bark at the monster. Forbidding it to bring any harm to them… and he was very happy to prove it…

The Wolf thraked the dog away, as the beast began to walk up to the group. Time slowed down for them. Both the twins were frozen, they can’t even get to play their instruments to push it away… Tobias was trying to move… but Thomas… he was still as a statue, and the beast took notice of him as it began to walk up to the group more and more. Thomas saw flashes of his memory when he was a little boy, remembering seeing a clawed hand trying to reach out to grab him… while in the real world, it extended its clawed paw out to grab one of them-

Before the monster could make a move, Ein growled as he raced up to the monster and bit down on its leg. Beads glowing around his neck the more he bravely fought back, one glowed a light rose pink while watching another attack was coming his way. Quick dodging it as he lets go of the monster…another Bead glowed orange as he charged with full strength. Biting down on it hand as a loud pop echoed, causing the werewolf to let out a painful scream. Now trying to grab him to only see the medium sized hound letting it go, but felt another bite, this time on its arm. Ein refused to let this thing harm the kids, now biting down harder as he felt and heard another popping sound… only this one was a bit louder as the wolf screamed out again.

Upon hearing the scream, it sounded female to the teens. Yet they didn’t stay to figure it out, they have to escape. “Go! Ellie! Keep messing with the door! Bro! With me! We can’t let it hurt Ein!” Thomas’s voice boomed. He was still afraid of what he’s seeing, but he can’t let it hurt Ein, or let Ein die right in front of them. “Let’s set this world on Fire!!” He howled as swung his pick, and to his surprise, something appeared out from his keychain as he did that, a golden soft light emerged. A form of a big cat with a small mane, markings on its face and body, and a crescent moon on its forehead… a Golden Jaguar. Glowing softly like the moon.

The big cat growled and hissed, and whatever Thomas felt, he can sense the Jaguar can feel it as well. The memories of the past is still trying to break into his mind, he can’t let it, not now at least. “If you want us, try to get us. Because we’re gonna make it out alive!” He huffed out, playing a tone as a form of a command, causing the Jaguar to run forward…

Tobias noticed his brother trying not to freak out, holding a brave face. Thomas didn’t want to spread his panic and fear, he had to keep it together for the group.

The Jaguar clawed and bit the werewolf. Ripping off some fur while Ein made sure the beast stayed with a broken hand and arm. He finally lets go and rejoined Eleanor, now focusing back at the doors as she ripped and put together-

“Boys! It’s done! Run!!” Eleanor yelled out, causing the boys to fall back to Eleanor’s position. This caused the Werewolf to look at the twins with annoyance. Finally throwing the Jaguar off and began to pursuit the twins, a clawed hand out and then-

Tobias felt a heavy pressure behind him, his hair stood up with fright and soon panic fueled his body as he felt the back of his shit tugged. “TOM!!! HELP!!!” He screamed, causing Thomas to look back… this beast… now holding his brother on the back of his shirt.

“TOBY!!” He cried out, causing his Jaguar to quickly get back up and sink their fangs into the beast. “Let my brother go!! You fucks are not taking him!! Over my dead body!!” Thomas roared with fear and anger, however… he saw the beast was holding something in its claws. He didn’t want to know, nor does he care… he had to get his brother back.

To be continued….

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Committee of Three (Issue #4)

Moon Knight, Issue #4: A Committee of 5

Written by Doug Moench and drawn by Bill Sienkiewicz

I’m back! Took a little break to get caught up on some more modern Moon Knight and now I’m ready to jump back into the past! 

Now this is an interesting one because “The Committee” was the original group of people that first hired Moon Knight to hunt down Jack Russell (Werewolf by Night). But back then, he and Jack took down the Committee. What could they possibly want with Moon Knight now? Let’s find out! 

"Life is seldom easy for the mysterious man called Moon Knight--And it's about to get a whole lot harder! Five seasoned hit-men are out for his blood! They are a committee of: 

One: Boom-Boom, explosives expert. 

Two: Razor, blade freak. 

Three: Ice. Sniper assassin. 

Four: Dragon, karate black belt. 

and Five: Bull, just plain animal!

All five are professional killers--and they enjoy their work. So it's rather simple really, either they're put out of business--fast--or the shadows will soon run red and echo with ghastly laughter." 

I feel like Moon Knight faced a lot of professional assassins in the early runs. The one with them in the snow, then the one with him in Israel...  

Also, LOOK AT THIS ART! I love this! Look how they put the words in his cape! 

Also LOL. 

We see Moon Knight landing awkwardly next to Rockefeller ice rink while a sniper lines up a shot. He takes aim and fires and we see Moon Knight fall! 

He runs down to the rink to check the body. He needs proof of the kill for his bosses. But there is no body! 

Moon Knight drops down behind him. 

"Still alive--If you believe I have nothing worse than a bullet-hole through my cape... Or still dead--If you prefer to believe that I really AM a ghost. Take your pick, Annie Oakley." 

I miss the days when Moon Knight really had a hard time convincing himself that he was alive. He played up the ghost angle so much. 

He charges the gunman only to have the gun go off in his face, blinding him! Good job. 

The sniper takes the opportunity to smash him in the head with the butt of his rifle. ....Moon Knight sure did take a lot of blows to the head in his early years. 

Lucky for him, the gunman is still rattled by the whole ghost thing and flees in a panic, rather than finishing him off. 

Recovering, Moon Knight wonders how long the assassin has been stalking him and who sent him. 

On the other side of town, The Committee meets to get an update on Moon Knight's status. 

Ice, the gunman, tells them that he had him but he's some sort of "spook"! 

Ah! It IS the same Committee that hired him to hunt Jack Russel back in his first appearance of Werewolf by Night!!! 

One of the guys was apparently on vacation and missed the memos so he asks who they're going after and why. 

I love a good excuse for exposition. 

"These five gentlemen have been retained to dispose of our personal Frankenstein monster. You DO recall our creation--Moon Knight-- Don't you? He nearly destroyed the original Committee. Now that we've reorganized, we owe it to the committee's honor to settle the score." 

The assassins review their plans. 

The dynamite guy, Boom-Boom, plans to blow up Moon Kight's vehicle. (Not the cab! Or maybe the Chopper?!) The rest just want to get up and personal. 

The guy that was on vacation takes a minute to ask if going after Moon Knight is actually a good idea or not. You know... considering... 

The other guy is angry at Moon Knight for taking their money and not delivering the wolf. Also because he turned on them and pretty much nearly wiped them out. 

This is just a petty revenge mission. 

Back at Grant Mansion! 

We find Marlene working out and Moon Knight changing out. 

"Well, aren't you the bundle of joy this morning, Mr. Grant? Or is it Mr. Lockley? Spector? Moon Knight--?" She takes playful jabs at him. It's...It's early in the comics so I'm not going to harp on this. Early enough where he himself really doesn't know what's going on and the others are still just him pretending to be someone else. 

"Every identity has its place, Marlene, and every identity IN its place. We're in Grant Mansion--Ergo, I've just become Steven Grant." He's a bit snappy about it. He's still trying to compartmentalize and in deep denial. 

"Okay, Steven. Bad night?" 

"Routine. Seen Frenchie around?" 

Frenchie has a place in the committee so he can keep track of their movements. This dates back to WBN. 

Frenchie tells him that they've reorganized but he hasn't attended enough meetings since to know what's going on. But he has a feeling that something is going on behind closed doors. 

Steven tells him that someone tried to knock off Moon Knight and they weren't an amateur. 

The Committee predates Marlene. Or at least they never brought it up to her. 

She asks just who these guys are that want him dead so badly. 

Frenchie answers for them. "Several years back, Marlene, I learned of a group of international financiers...So I told Marc and we decided to investigate... posing as a French industrialist, I infiltrated them... I told them of a mercenary named Marc Spector who might take zee job, were he provided with anonymity and suitable weapons." 

Marc approved the plan and they went back to the committee to introduce Moon Knight, who up to that point hadn't been a household name. Only Bushman had delt with the Moon Knight. 

They detail about their efforts fighting the wolf. 

"At first it seemed like killing two birds with one stone--Getting to zee bottom of zee committee's crimes while ridding zee world of a monster. But when he saw zee tortured humanity of a young man named Jack Russell locked behind zee horror, he freed zee werewolf and together they destroyed zee committee. This was before Marc became rich as Steven Grant, so he took zee committee's money--ANd left zee werewolf go free to find his own fate." 

REALLY?! THAT'S where they got the money from!? What happened to all their money made as mercs? Did they blow it? No wonder Steven's so pissy all the time. He's worked his ass off to make their millions and Marc is just out there blowing through it. 

The next day, Jake hits the streets to see if Crawley has any tips. 

He does his usual 'gmorning to Gena and asks about her boys. 

Then he immediately sides up to Crawley: "Any hitmen in town Crawley?" 

Apparently there are five and they all hit the same nightclub in Queens. That's convenient. 

He hires Gena's boys to find out the names of all the assassins and if they'll be back at the club. 

He loves those kids. 

He calls up Marlene and tells her to have Frenchie attend the next committee meeting. He also tells her to "practice your bump and grind, Lady." 

Jake's got a way with words. 

Oh no. OH NO. I know what issue this is. 

The...The night club... It's an airplane. They have a theme. 

Gena's sons go to the club to get info. 

At the committee meeting, Frenchie busts in pretending to be pissed off not to be included in the previous sessions. 

"We were concerned that you might object." 

"Why shold I care? I knew zee mercenary Spector, oui, but he was hardly a FRIEND." 

Up on the roof, Moon Knight listens in on the meeting as they inform Frenchie of the details. 

In the club, the boys get into a bit of trouble but their manage to not only get out of it, but to also get the info they need. 

Outside, Marlene is applying for a job in the club. 

Yeah... It's...It's this issue. 

The meeting over, Moon Knight switches to Lockley to get the info from Gena's boys. 

A lot is about to happen here folks. Just…Just get ready for this. 

(early Moon Knight tumblr fandom… If you know you know.) 

Here we see Moon Knight startled by some firecrackers. He knows it’s a trap. But we see a cat sniffing at a box while Boom Boom waits. 

IN A RARE EVENT. Moon Knight is not left fighting a random animal, but being saved by and saving that animal. 

Boom Boom makes a run for it and Moon Knight stops another dynamite stick from going off with some sharp Crescent dart action! But Boom Boom manages to give him the slip and get away. 

He takes defeat so gracefully. 

So next day he heads out as Jake again. 

He patrols the streets in his cab looking for news. 

I just... I love Jake. 

We see Jake come into the mansion to see Marlene heading out to her new job at the club. 

Dealing with Marlene, he's instantly Steven. Then the phone rings and it's one of Jake's contacts so he's Jake again. That pose is 100% Jake. 

Early issue we see them just cycle through easy peasy but still acting like it's pretend. But it's SO obvious when it's with Marlene. Jake really has no interest in Marlene as anything more than the lady his headmates care about. 

It’s something I’ll contend with over and over again. Especially as the much later comics decide that Jake was really the one dating Marlene… But that’s an argument for another day. 

We head over to the Madison Square Garden where Marc and Frenchie attend a boxing match. 

They spot some that look like they might be the other assassins and move to follow them. Steven heads to the bathroom to change. 

There's so much going on here that I love so much. 

Steven changes in the bathroom. So a tuxedo man walks into the public bathroom... Probably in a stall... ANd changes into Moon Knight... 

He left his tux in the bathroom. Probably on the floor or in the trash? 

The jab that Grant can afford it. Poor Steven. 

The champion boxer being like "Oh man. That's one fast cat. I don't want to tango with that dude." 

Also him asking "Wonder if he's got any color under that white mask..." Implying that Moon Knight's so cool that he hopes he's a black man. Which I can respect. He’s got some style. 

Then we have Moon Knight jumping into a typical rich person car to tail a cab. 

I miss these simple Moon Knight days… 

In the next panel we find that he didn't even ride IN the car, but hung onto the side as Frenchie drove. 

"Twenty minutes later, North of central park, Moon Knight vaults from the Limo's running board..." 

Moon Knight knows that this is another trap. It's a dark and abandoned building. 

Yup. As soon as he's inside, he's ambushed by Dragon, the karate guy and the knife guy. 

Karate guy pulls out his nunchak. Moon Knight also turns his truncheon into nunchak. 

It's the first time we see Moon Knight's new weapon and it remains in the comics for a very long time after this. I love seeing his weapons advance in the comics! 

He takes out the knife guy quick then turns to the Dragon. 

He comes at Moon Knight, who doges each attack then lands a blow, taking out the blackbelt. 

Which is hilarious because he's just a blackbelt in karate. We know at this point that Marc Spector had to learn a lot of different fighting styles in the Special Forces, not to mention his early street Boxing days as a young man. A simple black belt really has nothing on him. 

Two down, he gets clocked in the back of the head by the Bull. 

Moon Knight lands a few hits but he's still dizzy from the blow to his head. (again with the head). 

Frenchie rushes in with a gun and scares off the Bull, who busts through a wall and dissapears. 

"I'm getting just a little sick of this, Frenchie--That guy hits like a truck. Why didn't you stay with the limo?" 

"I got Board, Marc." 

I love Frenchie... 

"Now there's a refreshing complaint...But taking there two to the mansion for safekeeping--Blindfolded--Oughtta keep you busy. Then get over to tonight's meeting of the committee." 

Back at the club, Marlene has made it in with the head guy of the assassins, Ice, pulling her charms. 

Sitting down for a private drink, they are interrupted by a phone call. It's from Bull!

Seems Bull and Boom Boom have decided Moon Knight is more than they really want to deal with. 

"We're quittin'. Gonna put the squeeze on the committee instead--easier to just take the money than earn it by tacklin' Moon Knight again. You shoulda seen the way he took out Razor and Dragon! 

He's too much, Ice! He's got helpers everywhere--They found Eddie tied up in the back room of Inn Flight--Coupla kids took his gun! They'll pick us off one by one! He's got spies everywhere I tell ya!" 

Whoopse. Ice takes note of Marlene who is still sitting right there. 

Ice tells them to do what they want. He's still got a job to do. 

He tells Marlene he's got a meeting to get to, but she should stay there and wait for him. 

Marlene quickly leaves to a payphone (despite a phone being right there in the office. But I guess.) She calls Jake's cab phone to tell him what she just heard. 

Ice was waiting and watching the phone. He now knows Marlene is one of the spies. 

Back at the main office, Boom Boom and Bull make their play against the committee by rigging the whole building to explode! 

Outside, we see Ice climbing the outside of the building next to the warehouse to claim the money for himself! 

On the otherside, Moon Knight starts to scale the building itself! 

Boom Boom and Bull snag the money and move to make a run for it, but Ice has padlocked the exits! The building is set to explode in five minutes! 

Moon Knight figures it out and notes that Frenchie is also trapped inside! 

Ice makes it to the roof on the other building and spots Moon Knight on the roof, putting him back in his crosshairs. 

Bull manages to bust through the door like before, but Frenchie is still deep inside the building. 

Just as Ice takes his shot, the building explodes and collapses, sending the bullet right over Moon Knight's head as he falls with the building. 

Gotta love that glider cape. Also gotta love Frenchie’s smarts. 

Moon Knight makes a break for Bull. 

As he runs, Ice opens fire again. 

Moon Knight dives through the bullets, still after Bull. 

Yeah he...He takes another blow to the head, knocking him to the floor of the little motor boat. 

Moon Knight rolls, trying to knock Bull over. Unfortunately, this puts Bull right into Ice's bullets and he takes one to the chest. 

The boat crashes, sending Moon Knight flying. He's having a good night. 

Laing stunned on the dock, he's back in the crosshairs. Just before Ice can take his shot.... 

Marlene kicks the gun away! 

And we see Moon Knight again, a sad wet cat crawling on the ground. He does this a lot. 

"Like a ragged creature escaped from hell, he stands on the roof, the precious rifle clenched in granite hands..." 

Moon Knight snaps the riffle in two over his knee. Then he knocks Ice out. 

The cops later find all the remaining assassins on their door steps with a note "Night deposit" nailed to the door with a crescent dart. 

He's got class. 

Back at the mansion, Grand invites everyone over for a feast. 

Which is funny considering that it's not till a later episode that he reveals himself as Jake and Steven and Marc and Moon Knight and that he's rich. But who's keeping track of continuity? 

Grant reveals all the money that was supposed to go to the assassins from the committee. He divides it up among the friends, with a good amount going to charities. 

I love this issue. It’s fun, it’s quirky, it’s an early issue that is still trying to establish who everyone is and how the dynamic functions, and you have a LOT of Moon Knight getting hit in the head or having the bad guys get away with him getting frustrated over it. 

It’s got so much character! And maybe this is just me coming off of reading…the worst issues ever (Bemis, Aaron, Bendis)... But this was much needed. Really refreshing. Even the art style is so clean and just full of everything I love about Moon Knight. 

[fenriksblade]

when: unknown day in the first week of november where: basement deep underground in carynthia

Fenrik stood in a dimly lit basement, two men at his feet. Dead. The redcap himself looked like he ought to be dead. He was covered in dirt and grime and blood. There were dark circles around his eyes, offering him the appearance a skull, a combination of bruising and tiredness.

The only reason he was likely not dead were his healing abilities. The hole that had been drilled into his palms and wrists were mostly healed. The stab wounds had run deep but had healed almost instantaneously. The only wounds that hadn’t really healed were the ones that left a bullet embedded in his shoulder and thigh, but he’d already dug the bits of metal out, allowing for the natural process to take place.

It had been days since he’d been here. He couldn’t actually be sure how many had gone by because sleep had been nearly impossible to come by. They had made sure of that.

Fenrik knew it would come up, the drugs he had stolen all those months ago. It had been the first thing they’d asked about when he had woken up. He had sneered at them, playing the role of strong and lively victim, one who would not give up his secrets so easily. The first few days have been nothing. Light forms of torture that any redcap worth their salt could withstand, even sleep through. Humans didn’t understand the depths at which pain felt like nothing. Humans were weak like that. They were so scared of pain, but Fenrik was familiar with the idea that physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional depths of grief he’d been forced to feel over the past nearly four years.

It was only when they realized that conventional methods wouldn’t work, no matter how hard they tried, that they decided to disrupt his patterns. No food. No water. Sleep deprivation. There were no windows where he was. No light. Nothing to do. They were going to try to make him break mentally. Even as Fenrik felt his mind fade, they’d give him a shot of adrenaline laced with ethereum to make him come alive, to keep him present and awake. It might have almost worked.

It was only when they pulled up pictures of each person in the gang in turn, Yseult. Elba. Hilda, that he relinquished the information. The information was quickly relayed to others, sent on a mission to recover what Fenrik had taken from them.

However, as Fenrik heard the confirmation that they had recovered the drugs, he had a maniacal grin on his face. In a voice barely above a whisper, he uttered a single syllable, “Boom” and in that instant he could hear the massive explosion that had just occurred at the warehouse deep within Bloodhearth. It was an explosion that would have left no survivors and probably had been witnessed by those in the territory. Even when they thought he was at his weakest, when they thought he had been broken, Fenrik still had the upper hand.

Using this high that he was on, he made quick work of breaking from the straps that had him bound to the metal chair he had been in for days on end. He also didn’t hesitate as he killed the two men that had been there. He made sure to rip them apart to send a message to whoever would be back to clean them up.

As he stepped into the sunlight of that cool day, he breathed deeply.

At long last, he had finally uncovered who had been responsible for the deaths of his wife and children. He should have known. All those years ago, when his car had been stolen and he had massacred a heavy chunk of humans in a werewolf hunting gang, it seemed they had not forgotten and they had hit back with a vengeance. Only now, Fenrik knew who they were and wouldn’t stop until every last one of them was dead.

However, for now, he’d get cleaned up, change, and have a breakfast (or lunch?) of coffee, bacon and eggs.

[ghostwise]

dao companion au: mathuin tilorsehn

Had fun filling out this companion AU for Mathuin 💖 Template by @boom-crunch3r​! Thank you for sharing!

(Mathuin is a character from my fic for suffering is such a part, they are not a Warden or Lavellan.)

edit: @yetanotherlesbianonthiswebsite​ made a gorgeous Mathuin headmorph and I’m losing my mindddd omg thank you Kass!! ✨

Name: Mathuin Tilorsehn

Race/Class/Specialization: Dalish Elf, Mage, Creation magic; depending on choices during the Nature of the Beast quest they will gain either the Blood Mage or Arcane Warrior specialization.

Pronouns: They/them

Introduction: Mathuin is an apprentice healer from Zathrian’s clan who is willing to do anything to help save their clan. They approach the Warden offering their help, providing the Warden’s party with free supplies or healing. They will be familiar and warm toward Mahariel, whom they recognize from childhood, revealing that they grew up in Clan Sabrae. Speaking with Mahariel, they will express their remorse upon hearing about Tamlen’s death, and the dialogue will vary depending on whether the mid-game darkspawn ambush has occurred yet.

Mathuin is a warm yet troubled soul, who worries about their loved ones constantly. Their ears were cut off in a violent attack many years ago. As such they are suspicious of humans, especially Templars.

Recruitment: Mathuin can be found near the healing tents in the Dalish camp. Under certain conditions (high clan approval, and the right dialogue choices) they can be recruited as a temporary companion for the length of the quest; this must be done before the fog barrier is lifted, and will not be an option afterwards. If they are recruited, the player has the option to build approval with Mathuin, and the option to have them stay in the party will appear after the quest concludes, if their approval is high enough. Where can they be found in camp? Once recruited Mathuin can be found at a distance from the camp, near a small aravel they’ve brought along (similar to Bodahn’s wagon location in camp, see below courtesy of @yetanotherlesbianonthiswebsite​ ✨)

Companion Quest: Mathuin’s companion quest triggers with high enough approval, and after a length of travel has taken place. Mathuin reveals that they have been keeping an acorn from the Elder Oak on their aravel, helping it grow with magic; it is now a sapling and ready to be planted in honor of the lives lost to the werewolf curse. They wish to plant a funerary tree, and request assistance from the Warden to do so. Can your companion be hardened? Mathuin can be hardened* during the Nature of the Beast quest. As the Wardens approach the temple they will have a dialogue where they express anxiety about the clan’s fate. The Warden can opt to comfort them or brush off their worry. Inside the temple another opportunity presents itself when the Warden’s party encounters the spirit trapped in the phylactery; if Mathuin is shown trust and given the opportunity to release the spirit, and receive the Arcane Warrior specialization, they will be hardened. Their anxiety will be eased by the trust shown in them, and by the connection and abilities they experience from the phylactery spirit. If not, Mathuin’s anxiety will manifest during the battle with the Werewolves, and they will use blood magic. Thereafter, Mathuin’s story will be affected by either of these two outcomes.

I think the ‘hardened’ mechanic is a bit silly and lacks nuance, but for Mathuin’s case, I take hardened to mean that when shown trust and support, they will become more sure of themselves. Without it, they will become more wary of the world, and more reckless. It’s more accurate to say that this mechanic just influences Mathuin’s development in key ways.

Note that when given the Arcane Warrior specialization, the Warden can later learn this specialization from Mathuin.

Gain approval by: Supporting elves and mages, making charitable and just decisions, showing confidence in Mathuin’s decisions and ideas. Gain disapproval by: Supporting Templars, avidly supporting the Chantry, making ruthless and unjust decisions, showing prejudice towards the Dalish, being dismissive to Mathuin’s decisions and ideas.

Camp Conversation Sample:

Mathuin: (Humming. You watch from a distance as they tip a dark substance from one flask into another, wearing thick leather gloves for protection. Setting the flasks down, they observe them for a few moments, and take their gloves off to record any changes in a notebook.)

Warden: What are you doing? Is that… darkspawn blood?

Mathuin: Oh, this? Collected it during the last battle. Now, now, don’t look at me so; I was very careful. I understand the danger well.

1.      The question remains: What are you doing?

2.      Ah, well. You seem to have it covered, then. Carry on.

3.      You certainly aren’t acting like it. That’s dangerous!

1. Testing various infusions of herbs on the blood. You mentioned once that your mabari was cured of the Taint with a type of flower… it’s astonishing that nobody has thought to test the principle behind such cases. Imagine what could be learned! 2. (+2 Approval) Very funny. Well, since you asked: You mentioned once that your mabari was cured of the Taint with a type of flower… it’s astonishing that nobody has thought to test the principle behind such cases. Imagine what could be learned!

2. (-2 approval) Every important undertaking carries with it some level of risk. You mentioned once that your mabari was cured of the Taint with a type of flower… it’s astonishing that nobody has thought to test the principle behind such cases. Imagine what could be learned!

Romance Conversation Sample:

Mathuin: My eyes are up here.

1.      I wasn’t…

2.      You caught me.

1. Now, don’t play coy. What I’m curious about is why you are staring at my hands, of all things. I’ve noticed you looking at them all evening. I thought you were trying to read the notes I was writing, but then you carried on even when I’d finished.

2. What I’m curious about is why you are staring at my hands, of all things. For a while I simply thought you were trying to read the notes I was writing, but then you carried on even when I’d finished. Are they truly so interesting?

1.      I was wondering about your tattoos. I’ve never seen them on the hands before.

2.      Can you blame me? You have lovely hands.

3.      (Dalish Origin) You have craftsman vallaslin. They’re lovely. You must be very good with your hands, Mathuin.

1. Vallaslin can hold different meanings, even across different clans. I earned mine by accomplishing a skill; in my case, herbalism.

2. (+5 approval) Well, you must want something! If you want to hold them, just ask.

           1. It’s a start. Though I’d very much like to hold a bit more of you, if I’m being honest. (Leads to intimacy scene)

3. (+5 approval) Thank you, vhenan. If you like, I could show you just how good I am with my hands.

           1. Oh, I’d very much like that. (Leads to intimacy scene)

What gifts would your Companion appreciate?

A Dalish pendant crafted from willowbark; a finely made chemist set; fresh moss for their aravel; a sewing palm made of leather; various general and miscellaneous gifts. Feast Day gift? (Gain +50 Approval) Tame Halla – This halla was found wandering alone, and is far too tame and friendly to be a wild halla. It will need a caretaker. Feast Day prank? (Gain -50 Disapproval) Earrings – This is an insensitive and surefire way to make Mathuin despise you.

Can your Companion be romanced?

Mathuin can be romanced by a Warden of any gender.

Do they have any interest in sex?

Romanced or unromanced, Mathuin has an interest in sex. They can be friends with benefits with the Warden if their approval is high enough and the Warden is not in a relationship. If not in a committed relationship with the Warden they will flirt with Isabela in The Pearl, with Jowan in Redcliffe castle, and with Shianni in the Denerim alienage.

Is there a gift your companion will give to their partner?

Rabbit Pelt Knapsack - This bag is hand-crafted from leather and rabbit fur, embroidered with wildflowers and arrows across the front. It seems quite sturdy and tastefully made.

How do they react if another companion is being romanced?

If the Warden has initiated a romance with Mathuin, they will ask for clarification. They will opt to end the relationship if it is without clear boundaries.

If the Warden has a friends with benefits arrangement with Mathuin they will opt to end it.

Otherwise Mathuin is warm and delighted towards the Warden’s relationship; they want good things for their friends. They will prod for information but back off if the Warden is unwilling to share. They will wish the Warden happiness either way and approve of the couple.

What companions do they…

Like the most? Zevran Flirt with? Morrigan, but it starts off as passive aggressive bickering that builds into really weird flirting that only makes sense to them Just get along? Alistair, Leliana Start a rivalry with? Wynne

Does Shale have a name for them?

With the fantastic addition of a second elven companion, Shale takes to calling Mathuin The Big One against Zevran’s, The Small One… much to both their chagrin.

What’s your Companion’s opinion on handling the Blight?

They take it with utmost seriousness, and is unhappy with anything they might perceive as being a waste of time or resources, much like Sten. They are also desperate to study and examine the nature of the Bligth and the Archdemon, believing that a better understanding of these could hasten the Blight’s end; for that reason they will collect ‘samples’ from Darkspawn tissue and pester Morrigan and Wynne with all manner of magical theories and ideas. But they are only trying to help!

What allies does your Companion wish to seek aid from?

Mathuin prioritizes aid from Redcliffe, the Circle Tower, and the Dalish. They are frustrated by the politics going on in Orzammar and feel it is too much of a gamble to go into the Deep Roads; that being said, they are neutral as to whether the Wardens should support Bhelen or Harrowmont, wanting simply to seek a quick resolution to the conflict.

Is there anything that would make your Companion turn on the party?

Siding with the werewolves would immediately lead Mathuin to turn on the party, as would attempting to betray Zathrian.

What do they do following the Blight (if they had an Epilogue Card what would it say)?

If romanced: Mathuin remained at their beloved’s side through the turbulent months that followed. Their new life beckoned: a life full of companionship and belonging, and they thrived in the comfort of knowing they were exactly where they were meant to be.

If unromanced: Mathuin reluctantly parted from their newfound friends, heeding a summons from Clan Sabrae’s Keeper, Marethari. Their long journey led them to Sundermount, in the Free Marches, where they found that the clan was different from the home they remembered.

❗️Special Events❗️

Mage Tower:

What vision is created to trick your companion while in the fade?

In the fade, the Warden finds Mathuin in a picturesque field of embrium, surrounded by friends. They are gathering basketfuls of the flower. Mathuin is surprised to see the Warden there, and asks if there is more Warden business to be completed; when asked to elaborate, they respond with confusion, stating that the Blight ended months ago. If playing Mahariel, they greet the Warden warmly; it is Tamlen and Merrill they are with. All three invite Mahariel to join them.

Haven:

What does The Guardian say about your companion before beginning the trial?

The Guardian asks Mathuin about their decision to leave the clan, and the resentment they feel toward Zathrian. When Mathuin resists, the Guardian will imply that Mathuin took the first chance to escape the clan, and never felt comfortable there. The Guardian assures Mathuin that it was not selfish to leave.

What is their reaction to finding the Urn of Sacred Ashes?

“Right… er… I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with Andrastianism. Can someone remind me what this is? Is it… is that her in there? Hum…”

Denerim:

Does your companion have any parting words before the final battle with the Darkspawn?

If romanced: “It’s something, isn’t it? To think it’s all riding on how the next few hours shake out. Are you nervous? Don’t be. I was, at first. But if traveling with you taught me anything, it’s that nothing is beyond our reach. We’ve done all we could, vhenan. If it is not enough for the gods then it is enough for me.”

If unromanced, hardened: “It’s something, isn’t it? To think it’s all riding on how the next few hours shake out. Are you nervous? Don’t be. We shall overcome this, just as we’ve overcome every challenge thus far. What an honor it is, going into battle at your side, my friend.”

If unromanced, not hardened: “It’s something, isn’t it? To think it’s all riding on how the next few hours shake out. I’m nervous, I won’t lie. But it is a great comfort to have you here. You inspire people. What an honor it is, going into battle at your side.”

If they can be spoken to after the battle during the celebration do they mention what they’re going to do next?

If romanced: “Look at you! You’re the apple of everyone’s eye. We really must find some way to sneak you out of here, vhenan! I’m itching to get you all to myself! Well? (laughs) What do you say? Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.”

If unromanced: “My, there are so many people here! And they all came to see you. Quite impressive, I must say. Listen, I recently sent a letter to my old clan, and I’ve just received a reply. Apparently something is going on and I’ve been asked to return. Well… I’ll stay for the party, of course!”

Awakening:

Does your warden return to help at Vigil’s Keep? Or does a letter arrive to the Keep to just check in?

After the Blight Mathuin sets off for Clan Sabrae and later sends a letter to check in. However, if romanced, they remain at the Warden’s side.

[mychlapci]

How could you forget about jeep? :( our favorite step-dad jeep? Helping poor single milf Derek raise his kid 🥺?

i know, i'm so sorry jeep!! i just had a full memory appear before my eyes and boom, jeep came back to me.

our favourite step-dad. he did what stiles couldn't, he stayed behind and helped derek raise his werewolf mpreg baby. derek could have never hoped for a more attentive boyfriend and stepdaddy to his baby. the fact that he's a car doesn't matter.

[betterthanyalls]

Characters: GN Y/n, Stelle(HSR)

Prompt: Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage

Requested: Kinda(it was for a deal)

I gave Y/n some design choices, deal with it pls

Title:Is Love Bought?

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There she stood, in all her sassy glory. Her yellow orbs glisten in the sunlight like cat urine or the moon's glow. A few days prior, y/n decided they were done with being a lonely, sad, and miserable fortnite player and discord mod. They went onto the dark web and searched “Order A Bride.com”. Y/n clicked the first one they saw, someone named Stelle. She was beautiful, and y/n couldn’t care less about her personality. Back to the present, y/n stood frozen. It was love at first sight. They couldn’t take their eyes off of Stelle’s orbs.

Y/n cleared their throat. “Ahem, you are my wife?”

Stelle suddenly became very nervous “y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes I-I-I-I a-a-a-a-a-a-am……..”

“No need to be worried, Kitten. I will take great care of you.” Y/n laughed darkly. “One rule, don’t make me angry. When I get angry, I see red! You don’t want to see my dark side.” Y/n growled like the alpha werewolf they are.

Stelle flinched in fear. Y/n let Stelle into their house. “You sleep here.” Y/n said as they pointed to a dog cage. “W-what?! B-B-But I’m your w-wife! Don’t I s-sleep with y-you?!” Stelle exclaimed in fear.

“Ugh fine. If you’re going to be a jerk about it.” Y/n groaned. They led Stelle to their room. As soon as Stelle stepped into the room, she passed out. The epic gamer discord mod smell flooded the room and knocked her out. Y/n shrugged and went to their computer to start playing fortnite. Then Y/n remembered something. “Oh my giddily goodness! I am no longer single he he he ha! I am no longer cringe!” Y/n cheered as they spun in their Valorant chair.

Then Stelle woke up. “W-what happened?” She asked worriedly. “Nothing Kitten, you are just weak. Now let’s go watch anime together grrrr.” Y/n growled as they dragged Stelle to the living room couch. Y/n decided to put on My Hero Academia. “I just love Tor-door-oh-key! He is so ka-why-ee! Gosh, look at me sharing all this with you. I’m such a baka!”

Stelle sat there confused and terrified. Then suddenly, she was transported to another dimension. “H-hello?” She called out into the darkness of the void she fell into. Then she saw Y/n. With their 3 foot tall frame and golden hair. (if ur bald, use this line: With their 3 foot tall frame and glistening smooth baldness)

Y/n’s blue ocean skyline galaxy rainbow water rainy icy snowy blue orbs shone in the emptiness. “Y-Y/n?” Stelle called out.

“Hello Kitten.” Y/n spoke, their voice booming with power and dominance. “You have not been good.”

“W-What?! I have been amazing!” Stelle yelled.

“You didn’t follow the one rule.” Y/n screamed in anger. “This is my dark side GRRRRR!!!”

“AAAHHHHHH” Stelle screamed as Y/n bit Stelle’s neck. Stelle felt her teeth fall out and be replaced. She had fangs?!

“W-what happened?!” Stelle asked quickly.

“I am no human. I am an alpha werewolf demon angel vampire royal fairy gremlin Shrek Lorax Onceler O’Hare Air Blue Smurf Cat.” Y/n recited perfectly.

“WHAT IN THE FLIPPITY FLOP IS THAT?!” Stelle yelled.

“GRRRRRRR” Y/n punched Stelle in the gut, causing her to shatter the fourth wall. Stelle looked at you, the reader.

“Nah bro help me out. This story has gone on long enough. It is too crazy. Tell the author to fix their brain.” Stelle was shut up by yours truly. Because Stelle can't keep her noisy little mouth shut. Haha she is such a goofy goober lol. Now where were we? Oh yeah, my b I forgor.

Stelle was thrown into a wall that appeared out of nowhere. Then suddenly, she woke up. She was on the couch with Y/n. She looked around, it seemed like her and Y/n fell asleep while watching My Hero Academia. Stelle looked down to see she peed on the couch like the stupid wife she is.

THE END.

[holyhappyhour]

Glossary of Characters & Terms

(some of these terms may be different than what was established in the early days of this blog/TL. I'm pretty much making this up as I go and sometimes I change my mind about thing I've come up with on the fly. list will update as I think of/establish more)

Important Characters:

Conrad Walsh: Le's hunting/work partner, and romantic partner as well. Connie's a sweetheart with a lot of energy and a sweet tooth. What he lacks in fighting ability, he more than makes up for in loyalty. more

Alice Walsh: Conrad's older sister, Alice is much more fearsome than her kind smile and effeminate appearance suggest. She's a powerful witch, specializing in both holy and necromantic spells that make her a nightmare for vampires and have earned her the nickname of Archangel. But it's been years since she's seen fieldwork after being promoted to an executive administrative position, issuing assignments, overseeing investigations, and acting as the face of the Missionaries' public relations.

Nico Martin: Le's best friend and mentor, Nico is a terrifying, sadistic force of nature hiding behind a polite smile and pastel sweater. They've chased the vampire who turned them across two continents, dedicating their life to revenge. However, after finding himself growing more cold and unforgiving towards his own kind, Nico agreed to step aside from fieldwork for a while. more

Marcel La Rouge: Perhaps one of the most wanted vampire lords of the modern era, Marcel is personally responsible for a population boom of freshly turned vampires in the 1960's, the effects of which the world continues to see as those vampires have gone on to turn their own exponentially. Though he no longer leads a religious cult, his following is as strong as ever as he continues preaching and and pushing for supernatural superiority over humankind.

Matthew [redacted]: Le's beloved older brother, Matt was a big dreamer with great humor, passion for movies and exploring. Unfortunately, after being lured and bitten by Marcel, Matty tried to hide his transformation from his family, driving him to Frenzy. more

Important Terms:

Missionaries: the official title given to those who work for the branch of the Catholic Church that handles all matters dealing with the Supernatural. all missionaries are designated by the simple, blocky cross necklace they're to wear both on and off duty, engraved with coded identification and acting as a badge.

Reapers: an unofficial title given to active, high-ranking Hunters within the Missionaries, designated by the black sash they're meant to wear at all times. Reapers hold a license to kill and may be given special assignment including bounty hunting and high profile investigations.

Full Moon Patrol: the three night period around each month's full moon, when all active field Missionaries, including Reapers, are required to patrol the city watching for and responding to werewolf and other supernatural activity that may endanger humans.

LifeBlood (LB): the only FDA-approved supplement for vampire nutrition and a surprisingly effective alternative to the real thing, available for free, only through approved distributors.

(Unholy) Communion: the Catholic Church's own little name for LifeBlood, its werewolf equivalent, and the ritual consumption of such.

Frenzy: an uncontrollable state of hunger, usually triggered by the smell or taste of blood during a state of starvation. Frenzied vampires may attack indiscriminately, feeding and feasting until completely and utterly satiated. during this state, latent magic abilities may be unlocked, allowing vampires to use special powers despite prior magic ability or training, even after returning to normal. entering and surviving one's first Frenzy is sometimes seen as a rite of passage for some. vampires who survive Frenzy often come out with permanent physical changes as well, the most common of which is one's eye color turning red, gold, or black.

Monstrosity: an advanced stage of Frenzy, usually caused by a Frenzied vampire continuing to feed well past satiation. after entering an unstoppable, animalistic rage, vampires in Monstrosity undergo rapid physical mutation, beyond anything recognizable as human, and develop powerful magic abilities, often beyond their own control. unlike the common Frenzy, Monstrosity is irreversible.

[kinglyisms-archived]

♚ — @prerodinu ;; Hiroki & Rarlith.

Rarlith knows he shouldn't be in here. He knows that the moment Artem finds out he did this, this is not going to be good. Though he can't find it in himself to care. His fingers moving over books and things as he waits for the other to appear. He could lounge in a seat like he normally does, but that might be in poor taste actually. Instead, he simply looks about the room touching and picking up things. Looking at the papers strewn about. He's not reading anything he's just curious about the other. The moment the door opens, he doesn't turn, instead he picks up the book that was there flipping through its pages like he hasn't had a care in the world. He really doesn't. "Hello, King Hiroki." Rarlith smiles, now turning himself around and leaning against the edge of the Kings desk. He was wearing pants thankfully, Artem made him change before coming here, but his shirt, that was a different story, buttons undone all the way to the one or two lowly buttons on the bottom that held the shirt together from being completely undressed. He really didn't like these shirts on this world. He prefered his robes. "Price Consort, Rarlith Nax Xukvi Luri II. Though my friends call me Rarlith and my family calls me Nax so whatever you prefer is fine with me. Though my loves do scream out all my names." He tosses a wink at the other before setting the book down. "I wanted to meet another King of this place, My home world we don't call our men King mostly because Queens do tend to do better so I don't find many Kings in my travels, and the ones who I do meet aren't as-" He purses his lips leaning his head to the side. "Gorgeous as you are. They are actually really old." He stands up offering his hand to the other. Though he would much rather enjoy a kiss or something else this would have to do.

   “Oh. Really? How very nice for you.” His voice is very calm, irrationally calm and quiet. Hiroki blinks as he watches the–stranger move around his office, poking at things and messing them over. He moves his hands together, tugs the gloves on off and slips them into his pockets. “Goodbye.” 

    BOOM. 

   With a single wave of his hands he had exploded the desk in the middle of the office, blasting it to absolute pieces and sending various parts of them through the windows and walls. The doors to the office are thrown open aggressively, the soldiers rushing inside and filling the room entirely. Elijah reached for Hiroki first, grasping at him and yanking the King aggressively behind him. Once he had secured the crown's safety, he lifted his gaze up to look around the room for the reason for the explosion. 

   And the weird thing that had introduced itself was still standing. Hiroki tried to force himself out from behind Elijah, his hands ready to fly to go for another try this time intending to aim for the actual target rather than just an indirect explosion. Elijah keeps a firm grip on him though, holding the angry King in place with a careful hold. “Your Majesty, hang on, please.” He tried and Hiroki had absolutely no interest in this. 

   He finally breaks free from the Werewolf’s hold and launches for the weirdo–only to be picked right up and thrown over Elijah’s shoulder like he weighed nothing. 

   “He’s pack.” 

   The fight instantly leaves him.

   An awkward silence fills the room, the soldiers looking around nervously. Then, at a nod from Elijah they start to filter out of the room one by one. Elijah gently sets Hiroki back down on his feet and the King begins tugging his clothes back into place, pulling the gloves back out from his pocket. He doesn’t turn to face the weirdo in his office. “Breaking and entering is still a crime. Pack to who because I’ve never seen him in Abarith before.” 

   “He smells like Artem’s Pack. He did say more members would be showing up as they got to work on the new Pack Houses.” 

   This does not make him happy. But, considering the new alliance, he has to be gentle. A strongly worded letter would be sent to Artem though to express his upset. Spinning around he tucked his hands behind his back. “King Hiroki Nakamura, the Twenty-Third King of Abarith. What is a Prince Consort?”

[wolfontheloose]

The whole Den that early evening was in a hurried uproar. Colorful balloons littered the place, randomly scattered over the floor tripping people, or hanging haphazardly without rhyme or reason off the ceiling. The place was packed with patrons, namely werewolves albeit with a few familiar and especially invited outsider species mingling. And everyone seemed to have a task at hand to deal with, hurrying along to do it proper, contributing to the overall hustle and bustle. Despite it, the door to the Den remained open, welcoming any stray visitor, although not giving them much attention or the usual warm werewolf hospitality at the moment. 

“Why is the sign fallin’ off??” A wretchedly dissatisfied and highly exasperated baritone boomed across the room above all other noise, belonging to the otherwise by choice very withdrawn and untalkative alpha of the pack that called this little watering hole their main meetup place. Although always capable of high volumes, Ryden was never quite as loud as when he was with the pack. Sometimes, it was the only way to outshout a very opinionated, boisterous and varyingly temperamental group of people who all fought to get their two very important cents in on everything. The gathering of the pack, even if never in full number because they were people with their own lives first and werewolves second so they tended to be scattered and in rotation on who attended what and when, was always a tiring event without a dull moment. 

The closest comparison one could give would be a family Thanksgiving dinner, where the family was so large that it was perfectly normal to sometimes forget all your cousins’ names and not quite be sure who was married to whom and who didn’t speak with which part of the family now. Except somehow, they all did know, even if they weren’t all actually blood-related family, whether they wanted to be that involved or not. Pack mentality was very much a thing in this case and it showed, because although it seemed like chaos from a bystander’s perspective, it worked and it worked surprisingly well. Like this huge piece of machinery where every widget, screw and piece was unique and squeaky and stubborn but it still had its place and part and made the whole thing trudge along in its own little way.

Although it got the attention of a few, some just shrugged at Ryden’s question, some exchanged fretting glances wondering what they should do about it while some immediately started an argument on how the Happy Birthday sign that was not put up properly should be fixed the best without causing trouble again. Ryden’s shoulders sagged, the alpha looking up at a ceiling, possibly asking whatever divine force was up there, looking down and laughing, that one never properly answered eternal question - ‘why me?’

So he just left it be, hands on hips and a dirty apron around his waist, gazing upon the glorious mayhem that was his pack with a hopeless surrender. He didn’t run it. It ran him, pure and simple. 

Among everything, a face that was a ray of capable hope caught his attention and he quickly raised a hand, waving for hers. “’Scuse me! Oi! You do frostin’?” A seemingly very random question but the way the alpha asked, it appeared that it was very important and urgent. 

@wydwenharbinger​