#awtfr

[writinglittlebeasts]

Happy STS! How tidy (or not) is your character's home environment? Share a snippet about it if you like 💜

oh fuck it's saturday

this is long i'm putting it behind a cut

don't have any snippets of their Actual living space because for most of the screen time in the story they're at kirby's mom's place lol and they have very different interior design sensibilities.

so the wolf's tooth gang (sans monique) share an apartment. there are separate rooms in it that are largely storage space bc (say it with me) werewolves sleep in giant piles of bodies for their health. like there are other beds but who cares. the bedroom isn't empty, but it's nobody's singular space so the amount of shit that piles up in there is minimal compared to elsewhere.

jacqueline is, like, mid-residency at the hospital so her desk and the side table near her corner of the couch looks like a bomb went off, + she has like . she's separated her closet into casual and work clothes. the casual clothes are rolled up shoved aside twisted up etc. but her scrubs are fucking Pristine.

brionna's space is just crowded with stacks upon stacks of her myriad hobbies-- these stacks Do Not move, everything is organized it just looks like a dragon's hoard. she Lives on that one longer part of a sectional that takes up most of their living room and all of her blankets are there. somewhere among her things is the headset that she uses for her job as call-in tech support.

raleigh's desk is a mess mess, like a mess for real, he's got old receipts there, he's got birthday cards pinned to the wall, he's holding on to marble notebooks from college. there's a bowl for keys sitting so close to the edge it could fall over at any second, and it's got push pins inside ALONG WITH his keys (death wish). he keeps his shoes under his desk like a monster. he's home more often than he isn't because he can't keep a job and this is his Frustration Space. this is where the Magic happens (he writes emo poetry).

kirby doesn't have a desk because if he so much as opens an email account he's going to need to deal with his mother (he does have one, because you need an email to be employed, but he does Not look at it bc for a woman with so little free time she's worse than spam) + because he's not particularly academic or creative-minded. his bicycle sits in the corner by the door, his Entire work uniform lives on the coat rack (he's a bike messenger for a sandwich shop), + his other sports equipment is under the bed in that collective room i mentioned earlier (would've been his room in another life).

MEANWHILE their kitchen is soooooo well-maintained it's like the kitchen in another apartment. it's clean. it's organized and the organization makes sense. the fridge is stocked and the dishes are drying in the rack. raleigh's jacket ends up on the counter near the fridge sometimes. jack leaves her slippers in there on her way out the door. kirby's laptop lives next to the sink in case he gets the urge to drown the damned thing and live in complete obscurity. sometimes brionna will work at the table instead of in her room because she likes to see other people around. they love this thing (kitchen). they can't all cook but they are all cooking you know.

the bathroom is pretty normal but four people do share it so it's crowded and full of Junk. window always open (common courtesy). color coded toothbrushes so nobody in a rush grabs the wrong thing. idk, it's a bathroom.

thank u for asking! lol

[werewolfhooligan]

editing some scenes that were Really bad in my first draft to be less bad now xoxo

[liferetainsitssparkle]

at this point if kirby's backstory doesn't fit into awtfr im gonna be so sad

[writinglittlebeasts]

LAST LINE TAG

i was tagged by @liv-is (thank u)

and i dont really remember what the rules are for this one but i think they're just 'post the last line you wrote', so i'll cheat a little bit and post a line that i wrote more recently.

from WOLF'S TOOTH:

Those little yellow bags of potato chips fill the garbage can in Raleigh’s hospital room, but even those had gone down hard, the taste overwhelmed by bleach; by the blood that he can still feel crusted between his teeth, hidden in crevasses he hadn’t known that a mouth could hide.

and i will tag: @sarah-sandwich-writes @sarahlizziewrites @bingsoo-jung @lorenfinch

[writinglittlebeasts]

find-it game (1)

i was tagged by @liv-is to find the words [heart], [dusk], [touch], [bite], [strike] in my wip(s)

HEART - from RESURRECTION BLUES

The spell is probably beautifully crafted, the movements like a ballet, but Eliot is watching the bathtub. For a while nothing appears to happen, just a dark pool with grim components. Eliot’s heart sinks and he holds his breath; something must happen. Then the ashes begin to move, swirling about each-other, forming strands that seem to weave over and under others. As he watches, the strands with the most intention disappear into the center of the bath. He bites back a cry, because he can’t divert the others’ attention or the magic will stop. It’s working! It’s building speed, even, strands thickening into cords and tearing through still-stagnant pieces. The water begins to clear, and through the wild flow something becomes visible; flashes of bone-white underneath– and it is bone, a skeleton affixing its disparate pieces together with growing lengths of ligament. Overtop, now with something to grow on top of, are tendons and the beginnings of red muscles. 

DUSK - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

The smallest halo of light, still only a dusky evanescence of the impression of starlight, is where Jacqueline fixes her eyes. It waits directly opposite the narrow hallway to the ballroom, wherefrom stem the greatest, the loudest sounds of wolves in confrontation. The ballroom; the sunroom. She casts her eyes uselessly towards the service hallway behind them and sees nothing but the pit of the dark.

TOUCH - from BOOK PUNK

In his books, going off to school is always the turning point in the life of the protagonist. They find adventure, mystery, and romance in an environment they're never quite prepared for. Even the more mundane stories are thrilling in their foreign qualities; the closest thing to a campus that Quentin has ever seen is the maze of concrete fountains outside of the fortress of the Library. His 'professors' have been his father's aging coworkers, who seem more out of touch with the Earth every day, and certainly out of touch with the tropes of coming-of-age fiction.

BITE - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

Raleigh’s next breath is steeling, harsh and short, and Jacqueline feels him tug her along again. Pain lances through the soles of her feet in sharp pricks; the window is broken, she thinks, and the glass is on the– fuck. She bites her lip, but the hitch of her breath is still loud in her ears.

STRIKE - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

“Oh,” Raleigh’s fingers go slack and the ax strikes the floor, “Oh,”  It is a terrible effort to pull his eyes away from the way the werewolf’s body weakens, the wisps of their fur churning in light spirals as their back hitches around heavy breaths. Still this quirk makes them feel almost preternaturally alive.

and i will tag @wildswrites @sarah-sandwich-writes @denrathivy to find the words cat, knowing, road, pull

[writinglittlebeasts]

two truths and a lie

tagged by @lorenfinch !

of these three poll options, which is a lie about monique wolf's tooth (her full legal name)

and i will tag @liv-is @silverslipstream @void-botanist @indigowriting

[writinglittlebeasts]

(oh right i was tagged in a) heads up 7 up

i was tagged by @isherwoodj and totally forgot until just now, when i was gonna go to bed

DA RULES: post the last seven sentences of your wip / seven sentences of a current wip!

i will tag (no pressure): @indigowriting @leighvalentin @flowerprose @moonluringfrost

FROM A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE:

Raleigh snorts, shaking his head to dislodge her hand. “Did you eat the food?” “Charcoal macaroni is actually shown to improve a shit mood, Raleigh; that’s why that shit in the box is so popular with parents of young children.”  She relents, settles back onto her side of the couch and finds 2-Player on the game menu.  “Is that your expert medical opinion?” Raleigh asks after a while.  Jacqueline loses her combo and answers, “The alternative is that you get queasy at funerals.”  “Or maybe I get queasy eating turkey that’s been to literal hell.”  “That, too.”

[writinglittlebeasts]

incorrect quotes tag

i was tagged by @tabswrites to use this generator [link] to make some incorrect quotes for my characters, and i am immediately concerned lol

i do, however, have a lot of characters, and therefore ran this several times. so this will be below a cut <3

+ for this one i will tag @sarah-sandwich-writes @rickie-the-storyteller @lorenfinch @liv-is

A Wolf's Tooth for Revenge

Raleigh: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Raleigh: *upends the bottle*

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Raleigh: Eat s*** and die, Kirby!!! Kirby: Eat s*** and live, Raleigh.

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Jacqueline: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Raleigh: What's that? Jacqueline: Remorse code. Raleigh: I'm even angrier now.

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Jacqueline: But that place is haunted. Brionna: Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident! Jacqueline, marching into the haunted house I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

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Raleigh: I truly hate it here <;3 Jacqueline: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Monique: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Brionna: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? Kirby: I’m having a f***ing stroke. Monique: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

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Brionna: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Monique: I really care about your feelings! Jacqueline: I really care about YOUR feelings! Brionna, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Raleigh: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Kirby: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

(this one is fucking insane, the generator just paired up the real pairs)

Fixed

Alma: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Beck a little bit. Danyil, holding Alma's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Alma: No, that's our joint tombstone. Danyil: My mistake.

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Alma: Danyil, why is Beck intruding on our cuddle time? Beck: Danyil, why is Alma intruding on our cuddle time? Danyil, in distress: Please… I have two hands…

(THIS ONE is funny because danyil explicitly does not have two hands)

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Beck: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Danyil: Yeah- Alma: *kicks in the door*

The Daring Fiasco and the Safety of the Realm

Fiasco: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Grey: Not by the law!

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Fiasco: Here are two pictures. One of them is your bedroom, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which? Jackknife: Jackknife: This one is the dumpster. Fiasco: They’re both your bedroom.

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Fiasco: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Fiasco: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table* Dust: ...Thanks.

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Clover: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A. Dust: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory. Fiasco: Fuck you.

Devil Dogs

Ramsey: Are you packed for the trip? Hazel: Yup. Ramsey: Then where are your bags? Hazel: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure. Ramsey: A change of underwear might be nice.

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Ramsey: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand? Hazel: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.

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Hazel: There's no way they like me back. Minnea: Ramsey would throw themself in front of a moving car for you. Hazel: Ramsey would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

[writinglittlebeasts]

7 snippets, 7 people

tagged by @tabswrites

RULES: i have no good goddamn idea

i will tag @writingamongther0ses @illusionofwriting @indigowriting @thedahliafrog @moonluringfrost and Whoever Else; Open Tag!

from FIXED

Alma took a sharp step back from their opponent and swung a tight, arcing punch into his side. He raised his arms to block a second blow and they aimed low. He bent near in half as their fist collided with his abdomen and Alma leapt onto his back, crawling down his body to wrap their arms around his legs, bunny-kicking his shoulders and taking him to the floor. ✩ Beck was hardly out the door when Anita Koval landed at the bottom of the staircase. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect if she meant to miss him, and Danyil thought that she must have. She fingered the stones that made up her shimmering necklace; not nervous, rather a practiced motion to bring attention to the accessory. From the twisting of the diamonds in the light one's eye traveled to her rings and higher, the sizable earrings. Danyil knew that his mother enjoyed compliments, and so much that she would fish for them even in empty rooms. The world is a stage, she said. It was why, even in the hall, even alone, he was to be on his best behavior. ✩ "You left your pack?" Danyil sounded bewildered and his face was severe. Beck suppressed the urge to step back, trying to seem as confident as he'd felt a moment ago. He'd been foolish to think that Danyil wouldn't be upset. It was obvious how desperate he was for the support of a pack of his own, and to know that Beck had just walked away from his… It had to burn.

from SOME UNNAMED FANTASY WIP

The Tenth Street Melodia Boarding House is the oldest sentient building in Denanm, and so it follows that there convene the most powerful witches. Melodia is so named for the woman who had, presumably, died where the building would one day be built, and a grand portrait of this woman– long-necked and long-haired, with sable eyes that stare unerringly at whoever should enter there –holds sentry opposite the front door. She had been painted long after her death, based on historical records from which the artist had somehow extrapolated details like the riotous bulk of her eyebrows and the placement of her moles. Melodia House herself had not opposed the portrait’s placement, so it must be somewhat mildly accurate.

from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

She looks up from her book when he enters, her eyes flashing quickly over his face and then away again, like she’s afraid of him. She’s done it every time she’s seen him. Thinking about it after the fact, it’s more likely that she’s trying not to stare at his rather jarring facial scar, but hindsight is clear where the present is unfocused, and Raleigh’s shoulders rise in a defensive shrug. She thinks that he’s a werewolf. The unfamiliar makes her fearful, and she’s uncomfortable in his presence. ✩

Raleigh’s rolled all of his clothing into his shirt when he comes out of the bathroom. It’s a tidy place, mismatched pieces of furniture aside. The blankets on the bed look more inviting than any motel blanket has ever looked before. On the bed are the set Kirby’s chosen, a faded blue shirt and fresh underwear.  “You brought me pants, right?” Raleigh asks, stuffing what he’s holding into their bag.  “As much as I want the answer to be no; yes.” Kirby is at the small table, examining Raleigh’s jacket. “We should’ve put this in the laundry when we had the chance.” ✩ Following the simple act of shifting finds the new turns in a backyard that has, itself, transformed. Raleigh and Kirby rise with the sun alongside a handful of pod deputies, and under the instruction of more senior wolves (and young hecklers awoken by the bustle who call down from windows or out the sliding back door) construct what could generously be called an obstacle course. Baseball tees, kitchen chairs, traffic cones, and fire pits are arranged across the lawn, alongside short stretches of fence and a web or rope pulled taut between trees and furniture. In maneuvering the course, the new turns will get a  feel for their new proportions and posture.

[writinglittlebeasts]

favorite line tag

tagged by @tabswrites

RULES: i think i'm just supposed to post a line i'm really vibing with so i'm gonna do that lol don't tell me if i'm wrong

from WOLF'S TOOTH:

Pedersen wolves fight them fiercely, even as they are outnumbered. They pitch together like a sea of color, forward and back and again, around and sometimes over each-other.

and i will tag: @authortango @acertainmoshke @liv-is @writernopal - no pressure however... 👀

[writinglittlebeasts]

relationship snippet

i was tagged by @liv-is

DA RULES: Share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your WIP.

gonna raleigh-and-kirby this one, too. so, from WOLF'S TOOTH:

Kirby spins the hot water tap until the flow gushes from the faucet spout and steam begins to rise in oppressive clouds. He keeps his hand beneath the stream until he can’t take the heat anymore, at which point he spins the taps back to a cooler temperature. Raleigh huffs over his shoulder.  “Come on, Kirby.” Raleigh swings around Kirby’s side until he can sit on the edge of the tub, their knees interlocked by necessity, and dips his hand into the shallow bath. He winces when it’s too hot to tolerate. When he looks to Kirby in defense of his pride Kirby is smiling just a little bit, but has generously averted his eyes. Unwilling to admit to having miscalculated, Raleigh says, “I just need to melt the last few days clean off of me.”  “I promise to be thorough,” Kirby says with an oblique tilt of his head and a judicious finality.  Raleigh’s shoulders slump. There isn’t any reason to be embarrassed. Logically, there isn’t reason to argue, but it rankles to lose this small choice even if he recognizes that he would regret scalding himself raw in the bathtub. Raleigh asks, “You’ll be thorough?”   Kirby deems the water safe enough to ignore. He leans back, propped on the heels of his hands. Cheekily he says, “I Promise.”  “How thorough?”  When Kirby’s smile returns, sharp teeth on broad display so that his whole face must adapt to the shape of it, Raleigh can’t help the way that he unwinds from top to bottom. Every muscle loosens, his tensing thighs and stiff neck, and while his body opens his heart diffuses a warmth that must be a physical thing, an airiness that seems contradictorily to pressurize his insides. Oh, but he had missed him. Thoroughly, full-body missed him.  All of this emotional turmoil is lost on Kirby– whose expression becomes more openly salacious, if it changes at all, if Raleigh isn’t lost entirely in his own head –who shifts again so that he can fold his hands overtop Raleigh’s left knee. “Thorough as it takes.” He rests his head on his knuckles.  The water gurgles on behind him, steam rising still through the air. The bathroom door hangs open and the room beyond is nearly dark. They’re in their own little world.

and i will tag @brazenlip @nvjackwrites @violets-in-her-arms-writes @tabswrites

[writinglittlebeasts]

oc character sheet tag

tagged by @tabswrites so, awtfr has a lot of characters, so i'm just gonna do two. The Big Two, if you will. The Bitten Kids. if you will. i filled a couple out for kirby and brionna, too, but i'm gonna split them up in case i am tagged again or something bc keeping track of this kind of thing is crazy

i love them so so much you have no idea. i am thinking about them constantly. rotating them in my head. sticking them in the pear wiggler. you know how it goes.

i will tag (no pressure this is involved): @sarah-sandwich-writes @wildswrites @kaiusvnoir

[writinglittlebeasts]

ten songs, ten people

Rules: list ten songs, then tag ten people to pass the game on to! (bonus points if it's from a wip/character playlist!)

tagged by @/verba-writing + @/words-after-midnight (untagged because this was six HUNDRED years ago) for my favorite thing: music i can imagine amvs of my ocs to. these'll come off my general wolf's tooth playlist, which i will never link ever

no numbered list; i will make a list out of wolf head emojis. it's thematic.

🐺 it's alright - mother mother 🐺 bloodbuz ohio - the national 🐺 carried away - matt mcandrew 🐺 sleepwalk - forrest day 🐺 contagious - night riots 🐺 devil's haircut - ezra furman 🐺 monster - paramore 🐺 muddy waters - lp 🐺 wolves - rag'n'bone man 🐺shaketramp - marianas trench

god the apple ios wolf emoji is so fucked up

and i will tag (no pressure 💀💀💀) @sarah-sandwich-writes @blind-the-winds @muddshadow @svpphicwrites @wildswrites @darthenra @serotoninshift @doikayt @artbyeloquent @avi-why

[writinglittlebeasts]

*slides in* 8) 💀 and 🍿?

horror writing asks pt. 2 💀 - is your character afraid of dying? if so, how far would they go to cheat death?

i'd say that a lot of my characters are afraid of death in that, like, sort of vague and dissociated way that most people are afraid of dying. like, a lot of them-- for all of the violence and everything they're dealing with --don't have a lot of experience actually considering their deaths when the stories begin. there are exceptions like raleigh (wolf's tooth), who i won't talk about because his whole deal isn't really relevant to the question, kirby (wolf's tooth), hazel + ramsey (devil dogs) who have had near-death experiences. hazel is actively afraid of dying and will do anything to avoid it-- this has to do with the deaths of his parents and his upbringing; he's got a fear of the afterlife --and ramsey is more afraid of The Dead. like, bodies; the idea that he could be empty like that.

other characters of mine are probably more like raleigh: tired and unafraid of death until they're literally about to die

🍿 - if your character had to be in a horror movie, what kind would it be?

would it be a cop-out to say creature feature? because i'm obsessed with them. i love weird things with vague or bullshit origin stories terrorizing people who don't understand them.

if i had to decide based on theme of story or character motivation i'd say that the wolf's tooth crew would have to be in a slasher, but specifically a goofy teen slasher. this is what we call 'giving them a break'. the gang from fiasco would absolutely be in a sci-fi/horror movie, like, fly style. like the thing style. invisible man style. i know i've just named three very different movies but you get it. devil dogs needs to be some mixture of psychological and supernatural; like, they need to be hunted by some kind of ghost that projects their fears in shafts of moonlight or something so they tear each-other to pieces.

[writinglittlebeasts]

"I'm interested in dying young," he says once, and Kirby doesn't look nearly as upset as Raleigh expects him to. The wording is awful, Kirby says, but he gets the idea. That's what stands out in Raleigh’s mind as the moment when something really begins between them: when his foot flies into his mouth and Kirby can understand the garbled bullshit that ekes out around it.