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mootiemoose · 2 years

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remus lupin fic rec list

i've been on a remus lupin bender since the beginning of the year and have read some rather fantastic moony centric fic in that time. thought i would compile them into a list - just in case anyone else was feeling similar. with love, mootie x

I'll be updating as I find more, i hope! if you can point any more my way, I would be more than happy to find some!

~Remus x Reader ~

A Bewitching Christmas by batkat (AO3)

Reader is a spy working for the Order, set during Order of the Phoenix. You get roped into spending Christmas with Sirius at Grimmuald place and bump into an old friend. All sorts of shenanigans ensue. I liked the feel of this story, it felt very homely. How all the characters interact, the relationships (especially between Sirius and the reader!) and how beautifully written this is makes you really feel like you're there!

Werewolves of London by 2049s (AO3)

This one is ongoing, but I'm enjoying it too much not to include it! This story follows the reader, a groundskeeper at Hogwarts and Dumbledores personal bodyguard, as she goes about life at Hogwarts. She watches from the side lines as her old friends son, Harry, grows up before her eyes. Until a certain DODA professor arrives, causing feelings and grief long put to rest to resurface. I love how original this is! Her relationships with all the characters are so real and 3D. I love how she signs and how expressive she is with her language. I can't wait to see where this goes next! X

~Remus x O/C~

Sky Above by stephie177 (Wattpadd)

Tamsin Weasley is the oldest of the Weasley siblings. She is the Astronomy professor at Hogwarts. It follows Tam through several years, starting when Sirius escapes from Azkaban right to Voldemorts return. Along the way she meets some interesting characters, and falls in love with a certain professor! Tam was such a interesting character to follow, and I just loved how mischievous she is!

The Marriage Law by theawrites (Wattpadd)

The TikTok famous, no war au fic, that most definitely lives up to the hype. The Ministry has passed a law for all young eligible wizards to marry, and given them all the name of their soulmate. The story follows Aurora Sullivan, a gifted young witch, who is matched with Remus Lupin. Which would all be fine and well, if they didn't despise each other. We follow them as they meet and try to plan their wedding, forge new friendships and try their best to get on given their circumstances. I loved this fic, how Remus is portrayed is so raw. Aurora is such a complex character, and to see her grow throughout the book was a privilege.

Wounded Souls Series by canarypuff (AO3)

The first book, Torment me more, follows Drea Mabry an apprentice healer on placement at Hogwarts Infirmary for a year.. We follow Drea as she makes mistakes in love and life accompanied by her ex boyfriend Charlie Weasley, wreaks havoc with her best friends Aisha and Nova, and butts heads with the new DODA Professor, Remus Lupin. The story ends on such a brutal cliff-hanger, that you need to find out what happens next!

Enter stage right, Against Reason, the second instalment in the series. I have never been so happy to see a sequel in my life! It's still ongoing, so I wont say too much other than, it takes place in the Order of the Phoenix, and Drea is called to join the Order by Dumbledore himself. Things aren't the same as they were before, but will they work things out? Or will everyone carve a different path? I can't wait to find out! I have loved this story, how canarypuff manages to capture every character so perfectly you would reckon magic is involved.

Moonlight series by Fellykins (AO3)

Forged by Moonlight is set during Michelle Derikson's Hogwarts days, where she makes friends (none to some as the Maruaders) and makes the quidditch team. She falls in love too, and by the end of the book has a brand new surname. The book ends at the finale of the first wizarding war, and all the grief that comes with it. The ending had me in pieces - you've been warned!

Into The Moonlight, the second in the ongoing series, starts off 10 years after the first ended with none other than Albus Dumbledore turning up on Michelle Lupin's doorstep with a job offer. She accepts, and starts her new job as Professor of Muggle Studies the same year as Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts. We follow Michelle as she settles in to her new position, and the subsequent joys and sorrows of teaching at a magical school. In her 3rd year of teaching a new DODA Professor causes quite a str for her and son Sebastian. But will it cause more harm than good? I am loving this series! How charming Remus is, how strong Michelle is. How well the series spins together new scenes and old. can't wait to see where it goes!

Remus and Iolanthe Series by SammysDove_CrowleysKitten (AO3)

An oldie, but a goodie. I remembered this fic from my last Remus Lupin binge, a good few years ago. Its an AU where Harry never went to live with the Dursleys but instead his Aunt Iolanthe, his Fathers younger sister, and her husband, Uncle Remus. It's a series of one shots and short fics compiled into a beautiful series. It follows Iolanthe and Remus as they survive life with a rambunctious nephew, a loveable but infuriating lodger, Sirius, and a job offer at Hogwarts. I love this story, for many reasons. Some of whom are doused in nostalgia, but mostly because I love the relationship between Remus and Iolanthe. I love how stubborn they both are, how caring they are. How much they care for their little family, and how they fight to protect it.

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nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms · 5 months

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C A T for the ask game please hehe 😻

Cat!! My dearest Shrutual <3333

(Im going to answer alphabetically. Also this got so long omg)

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I do have OTPs :D wolfstar and stucky (also previously: klance but im not into them as much anymore)

I even have a meme for this occasion:

other ships from the marauders fandom:

wolfstarbucks <333 wolfbucks and prongsfoot are alright too but not in the long run, I think I prefer them as a trio (everyone is there and all is well and everyone is happy. I get sad when R isnt there and im worried about S's whereabouts when he isnt there, so. Trio)

jily - i wouldnt call myself a jily shipper per se, but its also very dear to me <3333. Would choose a fic with them as a supporting ship over alternatives when reading r/s , thats for sure.

james & sirius friendship but also remus & james friendship!!

basically... sirius and remus and sometimes james an lily. in any configuration at this point

(there are other ships I like from hp, mcu and other fandoms but im not into them that much at this very moment)

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Oh boy. Do I have to choose just one?

Stony.

... Ok that wasnt that hard.

I dont like Tony, I dont care about him, I dont like their relationship we saw in the films (tho i havent read the comics so im judging just the films), Im not into enemies to lovers, there is nothing for me there. zero, zip, nada.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Thats a really hard question bc apart from fighting "mainstream" fanon with canon info i dont think im that invested about most headcanons? so, i will try. i will not elaborate tho.

if sirius was into any muggle subculture it would be punk

black brothers weren't tortured with cruciatus every other day for any minor inconvenience they caused. sirius was abused psychologically and emotionally and until the last second walburga hoped he would come back and take the role of the heir he was supposed to.

regulus wasnt forced into becoming a DE, but he did it bc he wanted to prove himself

alphard was gay and had muggle lover(s)

sirius would become a curse breaker, a social worker, an activist, a mechanic or an engineer or something like that. idk why but i dont like it when he's a healer/doctor. However I can see sirius joining the aurors with james, but i think he would resign not long after finishing training when he realises he cant fix the system from the inside. idk if james would resign tho.

if we assume that the marauders form a pack, its not remus who is the alpha, even while in wolf form

the last one im adding just bc i saw a post about it right before i started answering this ask: the full moon doesnt make remus horny. its a traumatic experience for him and he associates it with everything he fears - pain and loosing control. for a few days before the full he feels sick and weak and he hates everything and sirius has to fight tooth and nail to just get him under a blanket for a cuddle. right after the full he is exhausted and in pain. the further from the full the easier it is to get him in the mood, basically. (i feel like im the only one. at least on this one post every response was the opposite. i read just one ff with a similar thing - where its the new moon that makes werewolves horny.) i am not opposed to remus being horny right after the full tho

las one I just remembered: the hogwarts express has more than two stops. for gods sake. those kids arent travelling to London from Edinburgh just to spend the whole day on the train on the way back. (check out this map) all of the stations have platforms like 3 ⅓, 2 ⅚ and so on of course.

ask game

#cat tag #ask game #sorry i kept you waiting #it took longer than i expected #the one ff was to trust the wolf by puuvillaa btw

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libraryleopard · 11 months

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Btw have been attempting to get into werewolves lately (as an erstwhile wolf girl, it seems like a betrayal of my roots to be more into vampires than werewolves) and here is the list of media I have compiled to read/watch

Books

A Pack of Her Own by Elena Abbott

Such Sharp Teeth by Rachel Harrison

Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones

Wicked Fox by Kat Cho [foxes but close enough]

Empire of the Wild by Cherie Dimaline

Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo

Lobizona by Romina Garner

No Gods, No Monsters by Cadwell Turnbull

Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella

Movies/TV shows

The Company of Wolves

Brotherhood of the Wolf

Werewolves Within

Wolf Pack

Ginger Snaps

Wolfblood

The Beast Must Die (1974)

The Cursed (2021)

My Animal

Already read/watched

The Devouring wolf by Natalie C. Parker

Werewolf By Night (2022)

Underworld (2003)

Artie and the Wolf Moon by Olivia Stephens

An American Werewolf in London

Being Human UK

#adventures in lycanthropy #books #lulu speaks #lulu reads

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devil-doll13 · 1 year

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Case Study: Lycanthropy

A.k.a. The Werewolf

(Public Domain. 19th Century. A werewolf devouring a woman. From a XIX c. engraving. From the Mansell Collection, London.)

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History:

We were made aware of the existence of werewolves in the early 15th century, when an unnamed lycanthrope was found and killed in mid-Germany. Of course, the history of lycanthropes dates far back beyond this period, as one of earliest mentions of such beasts can be found dating back to Ancient Greece, and some scholars even cite the Epic of Gilgamesh as the first literary example of a person being transformed into a wolf.

Since then, numerous theories as to the origins of lycanthropy have been posited, the most prevalent being that lycanthropy is a malicious curse created by Black Magick, a curse which is passed on from carrier to carrier via infection. Certainly, devil-worshiping witches and sorcerers have been recorded changing shape from human to animal on more than one occasion.

They remain our common enemies, In part due to their ability to create more of their kind via bite. For this reason, any infected, whether man, woman or child, are to be immediately shot and killed to prevent the spreading of their race. Remember, werewolves are the 3rd most lethal species on our record and are estimated to be responsible for up to 400 or more deaths a year. You will be doing the world a service.

Characteristics:

A lycanthrope refers to a creature who, under the full moon, will transform into a vicious beast that will hunger for the flesh of both human and animals. As time has went on, we discovered that they may also change at will, and they frequently are found to be responsible for the destruction of entire villages.

While transformed, they appear to be monstrous wolf-man hybrids with powerful jaws and razor sharp claws. They are extremely strong, with the most infamous reported to be able to lift entire tree trunks, as well as carriages and train cars. They can bite through bone, wood and it seems even metal, and are suspected to have exceptional regenerative capabilities.

A lone lycanthrope is uncommon, as most live in pairs or groups of up to 15 at a time, the greatest example of this being the infamous Bowers’ Gang. This poses a difficulty for lone hunters, and so we do not advise you to ever face a werewolf alone. Even if it appears as if they are solitary, there may be others hiding in wait.

They can live up to 200 years old, as found by our researchers after conducting a study on the so called ‘Edinburgh Dog Man,’ and it is suspected that there are numerous ancient clans

When detecting lycanthropes in human form, unusually coloured eyes (often golden or orange), elongated canines and fingernails, abnormal hair growth, as well as ‘growling or sniffing’ are the telltale signs to look out for. However, every case should be investigated first in order to avoid unnecessary civilian fatalities.

Weaknesses:

Aconitum, also known as ‘Aconite,’ ‘Monkshood,’ and ‘Wolfsbane’ has no scent that can be picked up by humans, however lycanthropes show signs of discomfort when presented with it. It has proven to be a useful method of detecting werewolves, most famously used by the monk Edward Rothschild. Of course, as all species of this plant are highly toxic to humans, handle with care.

Silver is the most reported weakness of lycanthropes and it is essential that you always have silver bullets on hand. Because their wolf pelts are so thick, guns are preferred over blades which may break easily or become unwieldy or stuck. It is unlikely you will want to be in close contact with a lycanthrope at any rate.

In their transformed state, it has been observed that their intelligence becomes lowered, particularly in younger lycanthropes. A younger werewolf seems more liable to animalistic frenzy, but older werewolves are cunning and experienced. You must exercise caution when planning out your attacks.

As always, fire and explosives such as dynamite prove to be consistently reliable and effective, as well as useful for destroying any evidence you leave behind.

Warning: The salt, mercury and wood theories have all been thoroughly debunked. Do NOT attempt to use these strategies.

Notes:

Shapeshifters taking the forms of another species are rare, but not unheard of. Bears, Foxes and Snakes are the most common outside of the standard ‘Wolf Man’ variant. However, not enough research has been conducted on these types to form a clear understanding of them yet.

We advise our good Hunters not to chase after big names such as Joshua Silver and Magnus Alfson so hastily. These names are blacklisted for a reason, and will likely require hunting parties in order to take down. However, if you believe you have encountered a blacklisted name, notify higher ups.

If you are bitten and infected in the line of duty, we salute you for your service and pray the Lord may welcome you into his Heaven upon entry. God bless you.

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Date: January 28th, 1908

Signed: Virginia Hoode

#OC Lore #Maxwell Holt #Max #The Organisation #for my universe’s version of werewolves

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lilyofthevvlley · 10 months

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( fka twigs. she & they. gender fluid. ) the courts of veritas welcome BIRDIE MOREAU! it’s been said that the 289 35 year old VAMPIRE is known to be INTROSPECTIVE and SKEPTICAL. when BIRDIE isn’t working as a LIBRARIAN, they can be found participating in ARCHERY. if you visit their home in SANGUIS POINT, it may remind you of bare feet in the mornings, lipstick stains, dogeared pages, ornate jewelry, a never ending tbr pile, ‘the old gods are dead’, black and white photos. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy.

the persephone woman is both innocent and dark a curious blend of holy water & hell-fire she knows what it's like to be thrown into the depths and have to fight her way back up

trigger warnings ;; n/a

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: birdie celine moreau

Nickname: birdie / little bird

Age: 289 35

Gender: demi woman

Pronouns: she & they

Ethnicity: caucasian/jamaican

Nationality: english

Education: self-taught

Occupation: librarian

Hometown: london, england

Current location: sanguis point

Species: vampire

Written Aesthetics: bare feet in the mornings, lipstick stains, dogeared pages, ornate jewelry, a never ending tbr pile, ‘the old gods are dead’, black and white photos

CHARACTER APPEARANCE

Face Claim: f.k.a. twigs

Height: 5'3

Hair Colour: it varies, but it's naturally black

Eye Colour: red

Dominant Hand: right

Distinguishing Features: her large eyes garner a lot of attention, especially now that they're a scarlet red, her fangs

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS

Abilities: immortality, superhuman abilities, fangs

Weaknesses: fire, garlic, sunlight sensitivity

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: yes, birdie became a vampire intentionally, so she's always been aware of her powers

Favorite Magical Items: the lapis lazuli ring a former lover gifted her so she could meet him during the day, her magic book that turns into whatever book she wants to read (though she has a collection of 2,000+ physical copies of books, this works

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: none (werewolves)

Who or what would they die for?: the only person birdie would die for would be herself, but they would fight for a multitude of people

Does your character fight or flee?: fight

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: introspective, curious, helpful

Negative Traits: skeptical, manipulative, untrustworthy

Neutral Traits: intelligent, engaged, observant

Goals/desires: she wants to be respected, to be feared, and to be loved.

Fears: being betrayed again.

Hobbies: archery, reading (obviously), and meditation

Habits: twisting her ring every time she's nervous

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?

birdie was born in france, and followed her old lover to veritas where he promised to turn her into a vampire. once there, he left her heartbroken, so she sought out another option, eventually being turned by clove. mostly, she loves the amenities and freedom to be herself that comes with veritas, but she ventures out once every 50-60 years to gather a small fortune of books to bring back, so she gets a taste of the human world enough to not miss it.

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?

the diversity of the people there, knowing that everyone they meet has a different story and the fact that she's free of most expectations that came with her human life.

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?

birdie doesn't fear humans, she enjoys toying with them when she can, but fear has never really crossed their mind.

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!

"birdie" is not her real name, she was born as "anais celine moreau", but she was such an avid whistler that her father called her 'birdie' - the name stuck and after centuries of only being known as such, she sometimes forgets that her real name is different.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

coming soon !!

#( birdie ;; tell me i'm your midnight muse )#vih.intro

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guitarlessonsbobbycrispy · 2 years

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23 EASY Songs 3 Chords Guitar Lesson

1) CCR - Bad Moon Rising - Verse:D / / / A / G / D / / / (x2) Chorus: G / / / (x2) D / / / (x2) A / / / G / / / D / / / (x2)

2) Elvis/Carl Perkins - Blue Suede Shoes - A A A D / / / A / / / E7 / / / A / / /

3) Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues - E / / / A / / / E / / / B / / / E /

4) CCR - Down on the Corner - Verse C / / / G / C / (x2) F / / / C / / / C / / / G / C / Chorus F / C / G / C / (x2)

5) Bob Segar - Old Time Rock n Roll - ( Capo 2nd fr ) E / / / A / / / B / / / E / B /

6) Beach Boys - 409 - G G D Verse G / / / (x3) C / / / G / / / D / C /

7) Bob Dylan/Guns n Roses - Knockin on Heaven's Door - G / D / C / / /

8) Steve Miller - The Joker - Intro/Verse - F / Bb / C / Bb / Chorus ( F / Bb / ) x3 C / Bb /

9) Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire - VERSE: G / / C G / / / G / / / (x4) CHORUS:D / / / C / G / (x2) G / / / C / G / D / G /

10) Beatles - All Together Now - G / / / (x4) Verse G / / / D / / / G / / / D / / / G / / / Bridge C / / / G / / / C / / / D / / / (x2) Chorus G / / / G / / / D / / / G / / /

11) Beatles - Ballad of John and Yoko - E / / / (x8) A / / / (x2) E / / / (x2) B7 / / / (x2) E / / / (x2) Bridge A / / / (x6) B7 / / / (x2)

12) Beach Boys - Surfin USA - Verse/Chorus Bb / Eb / Bb / Eb / Ab / Eb / Bb / Eb /

13) Elvis - Hound Dog - Verse - C / / / (x2) F / / / C / / / G / F /

14) Jimmy Buffet - Margaritaville - Intro - D / / / (x2) G / / A D / / / Verse D / / / (x6 ) A / / / (x8) D / / / (x2) Chorus ( G / / / A / / / D / / / D / / / ) x2 G / / / A / / / D A G A / / / (x2) D / / / (x2)

15) Them - Gloria - E / D A

16) Proclaimers - 500 Miles - Rhythm: 1 2 3 4 & Intro: E / / / (x4) Verse - E / / / (x2) A / B / E / / / Chorus E / / / (x2) A / / / B / / /

17) Beatles - Love Me Do - Intro - ( G / / / C / / / ) x3 G / / / (x2) Verse ( G / / / C / / / ) X3 C / / / (x2 ) Bridge D / / / (x2) C / G /

18) Mongo Jerry - In the Summertime - Intro: E / / / (x2) A / / / E / / / B / A / E / / /

19) Buddy Holly - Rave On - Verse: G / / / (x4) C / / / (x2) G / / / (x2) D / / / G / C / G D / / Bridge: C / / / (x2) G / / / (x2) D / / / (x2) G / / / (x2) C / / / (x2) G / / / (x2) D / / / (x2) G / C / G / / / Ending: ( G / C / G / / / ) x3

20) Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London - D / C / G / / /

21) Beach Boys - Barbara Ann - Intro: G / / / (x2) C / / / G / / / D / C / G / / /

22) Bobby Day - Rockin Robin - Intro: G / / / (x4) Verse: G / / / (x4) C / / / G / / / D / / / G / / / Bridge: C / / / G / / / C / / / D / / /

23) Bill Haley - Rock Around the Clock - Intro: A / / / (x3) E7 / / / Verse: A / / / (x2) D / / / A / / / E7 / / / A / / /

#youtube #guitar lessons #guitar #guitar lesson #easy songs #easy guitar #beginner guitar #guitar chords

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longstart · 2 years

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Warren zevon searching for a heart

#Warren zevon searching for a heart movie

#Warren zevon searching for a heart professional

Unfortunately zevon would never match the commercial success of excitable boy in his lifetime. " but that joke gave zevon the clout to become a concert headliner. " the popularity of "werewolves of london" surprised zevon, who told stephen fried of gq that it was "a song that was really just a joke between friends. The result was 1978's excitable boy, which went gold and contained such hits as "e xcitable boy," "lawyers, guns, and money," and "roland the headless thompson gunner," as well as the hit "werewolves of london. Browne and ronstadt both aided with the new album as did waddy wachtel, ronstadt's guitarist, who became a regular collaborator with zevon. The result, warren zevon, while not a big commercial success, did well enough with the public and with critics to give zevon the opportunity to record again. The most significant help came from jackson browne, who persuaded asyl um to release a solo album by zevon, which browne produced. Linda ronstadt recorded several zevon songs including "poor poor pitiful me" and made his "hasten down the wind" the title track of a 1976 album. Meanwhile, zevon's friends in california w ere working on his behalf. In 1974, he went to spain, where he played piano in a club for tourists. Zevon worked as a musical director and band member for the everly brothers shortly before the duo dissolved. Finally in 1969 he got the opportunity to record his first album, wanted dead or alive, which flopped.

#Warren zevon searching for a heart movie

Zevon was busy writing his own songs, and one of his compositions, "she got me man," appeared in the movie midnight cowboy. These included jackson browne, linda ronstadt, and members of the eagles such as timothy b. He began meeting other young singers and singer-songwriters who would come to be known as ar tists who formed the bedrock of the unmistakable sounding 1970s california rock scene. There, he became part of a duo called lyme and cybelle, which resulted in his being offered session work. Zevon moved to san francisco, then to los angeles. He tried to make his way as a folksinger with little luck. He reportedly took off for new york in a corvette his father had won, taking his guitar with him. His parents were divorced and he was getting into scr aps with the law. Zevon spent his youth studying classical piano, but at 16 he ran away.

#Warren zevon searching for a heart professional

Zevon grew up in california and arizona, but moved frequently thanks to his father's profession: professional gambler. The range of his lyrics, co mbined with his talents as a musician and composer, made zevon a long-standing favorite of critics, fellow musicians, and devoted fans. He would not live long enough to celebrate his first-ever grammy nominations and awards. In one last mordant, even macabre, twist, zevon's greates t critical and commercial success would be the wind, the album he recorded as he knew he was dying from cancer. His lyrics were consistently called ironic and darkly humorous. Warren zevon's career took almost as many strange twists and turns as the stories of the bizarre characters in his songs. , ny, new york, 10011, website: Artemisrecords. Addresses: record company-artemis records, 130 fitth ave. Children: jordan, ariel died, september 7, 2003, los angeles, california. 1970s (divorced), married crystal bedford, c. Born on january 24, 1947, in chicago, il.

#Warren zevon searching for a heart

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There are three characters on Glee who are REALLY constructed around their relationship to masculinity… Other characters get arcs around it, but there are three where it is a very central arc.

One is Spencer, whose story there is VERY explicitly a queer story. He outright talks about needing to be more masculine than anyone else so that people don’t write him off as “the gay one”… I really wish the show had given him more than two conversations about this. And I also get why the show drew his arc against Kurt specifically, but there are other characters who would have made more sense to connect with him… If Sam were canonically queer, maybe him, but I also think there’d have been something interesting in explicitly drawing Spencer against KAROFSKY in S6. If the show had been better about following through its themes.

One is Artie, whose story is about building an identity both incorporating and aside from his disability… I have issues with how the show portrays Artie’s relationship with his body and his masculinity, but I also think that the surface reading there — the disability one — makes enough sense on its own that I don’t think it NEEDS to be queered specifically… HOWEVER, there are certainly facets of my own queerness that I see in Artie, and I am on-board with queer readings of Artie’s arc here…

And then there’s Sam, and I just really feel like a queer reading of Sam’s body image, masculinity, and popularity stuff… It just makes too much sense to me to ignore. It’s not just about the internal stuff in Sam’s character, either… But it’s about who that character is drawn up against in those arcs… In Season 2, Sam’s drawn against Finn, and to a lesser extent Karofsky… In Season 3, it’s against Blaine and Shane…. In Season 4 and 5, he doesn’t really have a foil, but his body image and masculinity stuff is specifically drawn against Artie… but also tied into Blaine… Sam finds himself drawn into self-discovery arcs around every queer major character in the show, pretty much. He dates Santana and Brittany (… and Quinn)… he’s best friends with Blaine… there’s both Duets and Rumours with Kurt… He gets significant screentime with Spencer… He’s Kurt’s biggest defender against Karofsky…

the reply is a bit late, but there are so many great ideas that i wanted to articulate my response properly.

Spencer

Spencer, out of all the s6 newbies, is the biggest lost potential, because as you mentioned, from how Kurt and him, dare I say are opposite halves of the same coin, to how both he and Sam had to prove their own masculinity, but most importantly how his story is parallel to that of David's.

You have Spencer who, despite his surface acceptance of his sexuality, still has a lot of internalized homophobia, ( I rewatched some of his sense, and the line "we have nothing in common", stood out to me, because it reflects how he never sees himself fitting in with the community) and how interacting with David, a gay jock who has also gone through internalized homophobia, could clear up his insecurities.

Artie

Artie, unintentionally, is a very queer-coded character, he makes a lot of' jokes' about finding men/guys attractive (the writer's biophobia is showing), I don't think I'm qualified to expand on how he, as a disabled guy has to prove his own masculinity but another line that pops in my mind is in s3 ep5 the first time (my beloathed) when he talks about hooking up with Brittany, made he feel like a 'real man', which just further proves my point (toxic masculinity yay)

Sam

there's so much to unpack with Sam, what you said is so on point,

A lot of Sam's arcs are inherently queer, no denying that from how he's established to how he evolves, from s2 this well-meaning insecure jock who's going through the conflict of popularity serving as a parallel between him and Finn in S2, and I know from experience how going to a same-sex school influences how you view your identity, like it fucks you up, then into s3, from being a stripper AGE 16!! and feeling like being popular is the only way to get the girl, and how did having dyslexia make him feel lesser and like his worth lies only on his body, especially with, as you mentioned, being pitied against Shane and Blaine, and how he continuously interact with other queer characters.

if were also discussing the topic, we can expand on Puck (a deep dive into the hyper-sexual nature of his character and the deeper reasoning of why he hooked up with older women) Jake (the intersectionality of race and masculinity), and Kurt and Blaine both as gay men and how they affect each other but also individually, (for Kurt, on how he viewed masculinity and how it relates to his sexuality which is a topic I kinda covered the other day, and specifically both his arc in s3 and s5).

#andrew :)#asks #glee thoughts™#sam evans meta #c: werewolves of london #artie abrams meta #c: for once in my life #c: friday i'm in love #spencer porter meta #glee

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quidcrusheu · 2 years

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Alexia from Werewolves you looked so cool on pitch and even cooler at the social! Hopefully I get to talk to you more next time

#Werewolves of London II #United Kingdom #Alexia C #Nice #EQC2022 #we truly love Alexia

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quadcrushuk · 2 years

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Shout out to Alexia for being one of most genuinely lovely people in the sport, always there to have a laugh with or provide serious advice if needed.

Love you homie 💗💗💗

She's a messy bitch but messy bitches give the best advice 😉

#Alexia C #Werewolves of London II #Sparewolves #Werewolves #Sunshine #posted by a messy bitch

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Indebted and In Debt (Vampire Kenma x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Kozume Kenma is one of the most infamous vampires to ever exist, the legends of him and his clan rivaling that of Dracula himself. His preserved sarcophagus lies in the heart of Tokyo’s Supernatural Museum, subsection C: Vampires. You, on the other hand, are the reason wet floor signs exist. A chance slip, an accidental cut, and a band aid missing the trash can all lead to the chance meeting of you and the vampire committed to serving you eternally. “I am forever indebted to you, Mistress.”

A/N: lil idea I just had. Don’t know where I’m gonna go w it, if anywhere, but like y’all can read it if u wanna🥺👉👈 Enjoy!

Word count: 3631

“Years ago, this museum was founded after the first sighting of a werewolf in Tokyo. He was spotted at midnight under a full moon just as he- Ma’am, please refrain from touching the artifacts.”

Sheepishly, you pulled your hand away from a hip-high ancient wood carving of a mermaid, inching your way back toward the group as the tour guide fixed you with a dirty look. With a small huff, she straightened her shoulders under her Victorian-style overcoat that matched the rest of her gothic getup. An ancient London day dress made her seem as though she had crawled out of one of the many paintings on the wall that depicted Jack the Ripper as numerous supernatural creatures. The only thing that set her apart was the ID badge that hung around her neck.

As you returned to both of your friends’ sides, you avoided their shaming gazes and instead busied yourself with pretending to listen to the tour guide as she restarted her monologue.

“YN,” one of your friends, Akira, hissed, “you promised you wouldn’t touch anything!”

“I didn’t!” you whisper-yelled back. “The lady stopped me before I could.”

At your half-effort to clear yourself of blame, Akira leaned her head back and let out a loud sigh. Kanna watched the interaction with a ghost of a smile on her lips, sniggering a little as she always did when Akira lectured you.

Both of your friends had invited you with them today as a celebration of passing your first semester of college together. Kanna had obtained the tickets in some way that went along the lines of “My dad’s brother knows the cousin of a guy who…” yadda yadda yadda.

Either way, you agreed to go with because, as expected, nobody was watching you and everyone had their eyes on them. Both of your friends were significantly beautiful, Kanna towering over you with long slim legs and hair that trailed down her back in waves while Akira stood just about at your chin, her hair chopped into a bob that never failed to frame her glowing eyes and constant frown.

Standing with them was like hiding in plain sight--an effortless camouflage.

You only realized you were lost in thought when Akira stalked back from the tour group that had managed to travel thirty feet ahead of you, her hand grasping your arm and dragging you back up to join them. When you returned you saw Kanna flirting with a boy who looked around your age and you distantly remembered him from your chemistry class.

Of course, he didn’t recognize you.

As the tour group made its way through the cathedral-shaped museum, stopping for a few minutes at a time for each exhibit of mythical beasts, your gaze darted back and forth between the ever-growing collection of sculptures and weaponry.

You remember being obsessed with the supernatural as a child, even getting into some intense arguments about whether vampires or werewolves were better, but at some point the infatuation had faded away into passing fascination--you were almost envious that someone had been able to preserve their own childlike spirit so much that they created an entire museum for it.

��The outside of the makeshift cathedral looked exactly how you’d expect: towering spires with windows of stained glass depicting angels, suns, and crosses. The inside, however, was so juxtaposingly modern that it slapped you in the face the minute you entered. The walls were painted black with maroon accents, effectively maintaining a gothic theme. Though yellow lights embedded in the ceiling lit up each hall, brass sconces were still nailed to the walls, balancing two flickering candles each.

Everyone walked down a red velvet carpet that covered polished dark wood underneath and muffled their footsteps, the dull thumps somehow making the museum more ominous. Much like the exhibit you were in now, which was centered around witches, a single television hung at the far end of each exhibition room, ceaselessly playing a small, summarizing video of the creature’s origins.

As it murmured in the background about how witches and wizards were not the same thing, you inspected a broomstick that was supposedly owned by a witch from Salem. It floated in the air with two clear strings tied around either end just above a carved marble pedestal holding a gold plaque. The broom of Sarah Good, it read, caught and hanged in the Salem Witch Trials. Her descendants now live in New Orleans, the supposed location of a secret witch coven.

You licked your lips thoughtfully, moving onto the next artifact with vested interest. The next was a cat skull and on its plaque it explained-

Before you even got to read the words, you lost your footing and toppled over, crashing to the ground in a single heap of limbs.

Ow.

Groaning, you righted yourself back onto your butt, inspecting the untied shoelace that had sniped you. Several gasps rose around the room, but not for you.

The wooden stand holding the cat skull balanced now on a single leg, tipping over in slow motion. Crap!

You tried to scramble up onto your knees to catch the fallen display but before you could, a form blew past you in the blink of an eye and caught it in its tracks, righting it back on its four legs before recentering the cat skull.

A chuckle left the museum worker as he spun back to face you, piercing green eyes observing your fallen form. Well, piercing green eye--the other was covered by a tuft of black hair, just as spiky and wild as the rest on top of his head. As he smirked, you could see a hint of his canines, looking sharp enough to cut through skin. You blamed the sight on the lighting.

And on the obvious supernatural fetish.

The man offered a gloved hand to you, the rest of his form draped in a velvet black trench coat, and as he pulled you to your feet, you glanced at his ID tag. Kuroo Tetsurou, exhibit handler. Of course he would be on the lookout for clumsy visitors such as yourself.

Good thing, too, because you were like a bull in a china shop.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, half-avoiding your gaze because you were embarrassed and half because you were never too good at handling yourself like a normal human when it came to attractive men.

“Of course.” He held your gaze and hand for just a tad longer than was socially acceptable before letting go and stepping back. “Though, perhaps stay a couple feet back when observing the artifacts.”

Those “fangs” had to be fake.

The worker left you with one last chuckle and a wink before walking away, hopefully to never see you ever again. God, that was embarrassing! A small pout grew on your face as you flushed deep red, refraining from hiding your face in your hands because you knew that’s what everyone else in the room expected from you--you figured you’d entertained them enough for one day.

While glancing around for a hole to bury yourself and die in, you realized your tour group was long gone. The witch exhibit wasn’t exactly packed with people so you could easily tell your friends were gone as well.

Muttering a small curse, you made your way through to the exit, flinching. when the animatronic witch posed at the door cackled in your ear.

The dimly-lit hall was clear of people aside from a few stragglers searching for a room to inspect. As you made your way down the hall, voices floated out from each room, none sounding familiar. Each doorway had its own silver plaque positioned above, naming the topics of the room.

Centaurs. Genies. Unicorns.

The tour you had gotten tickets for stated that it wasn’t going to go into every room in the museum, but it would brush over the most popular exhibits. And if there was one thing you remembered, it was that the newly-renovated vampire exhibit was the main reason the group you traveled with was so large.

The museum had added an artifact that bolstered their popularity greatly--the supposed sarcophagus of Kozume Kenma, one of the leading vampires of the Nekoma Clan.

Vampires. There!

You speed-walked into the room, slowing your steps when you entered because you’d recently learned where traveling through an expensive exhibit without thinking would get you.

And yet, when you bursted into the room and saw a glimpse of Kanna’s black hair bouncing through the exit, you threw all caution to the wind.

“Kanna!” You zipped in between the red ropes restricting visitors from getting too close to the paintings, darting around glass cases holding blood-stained cloaks and taxidermy bats while waving your arms like that would somehow catch the eyes of someone with their back turned. “Kan-NUH!”

A wrinkle in the carpet launched you forward and you waved your arms wildly for balance.

If anyone had entered the room at that moment, they would have walked right out. You looked insane, like you were acting out your own rendition of monkey-turning-to-woman.

Your fall landed you against a table where a sharpened blade sat, pointed upward for show. One hand slammed against the surface of the marble while the other, in your panic, slid just along the razor-sharp edge.

Shock came first and you flung your arm away with a gasp, stumbling back and crashing into what felt like another table. You reached your bleeding hand back blindly to stable yourself while the other reached up to press against your racing heart.

The pain was finally kicking in and the break in your palm began to drip down your hand, leaking blood with ease. Your hand shook so bad you could barely feel it, numb with panic as you gasped for breath.

Finally, when your gaze stopped wavering in sync with the pounding of your head, you glanced over at the sword display. No blood seemed to stain the blade, but a large sign hung just in the background stating PLEASE DON’T TOUCH!

Definitely not a first for you.

You looked over your shoulder out of instinct for just a second, wanting to see what sat on the table you currently leant on to see what other rules you were breaking, only to feel your throat close up at the sight.

A mummy sat in a polished black coffin, carved of wood with details of vines, leaves, and finally a cat’s yowling face carved into the latch that hung over the cracked-open space. A bloodied half hand-print sat right at the head of the body, coloring the mouth area red while the rest of the wrapping remained an aged white.

“Shit!” you hissed with panicked eyes, lunging back and away. “Shit, shit, shit! Oh, I’m so fucked.” A large sign, even bigger than the flatscreen that played the story of the first vampire, read DO NOT TOUCH OR APPROACH. SARCOPHAGUS IS EXTREMELY FRAGILE.

The three underlines of each word hit you like a freight train and you almost gagged. Unlike your other little slip-ups, this one would seriously cost you.

There was no way the coffin didn’t cost more than your apartment and college tuition combined, and you were already toeing the line of serious debt.

Do I tell someone? Do I not tell someone and let myself get caught?

In terms of damage, the mummy looked totally fine. The small discoloring around the mouth was barely even noticeable from your ten-foot distance away, but the closer someone would get, the easier it would be able to see. Other random speckles of stains littered the wrappings, of course due to age, but in a museum for vampires? With red stains on the mouth of said vampire?

Someone would see. Eventually. But according to the sign, no one would get close to it for a while.

Maybe you would escape this scot-free.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and fished for a band aid in your pocket. Injuries were common so you always kept some on hand.

“You’re gonna be fine, YN,” you mumbled to yourself, fighting to tear open the wrapper. Your hands were shaking so badly it was almost impossible and tears stung your eyes. “You’re gonna be fine. Just take deep breaths.”

After five minutes of shaky fumbling and calm words, you finally just ripped the package in half and pulled out of the now-deformed band aid, slamming it over your wound and calling it a day.

Yesterday, you took four finals in four classes. Today, you damaged a fragile museum artifact that, if caught, would cost you thousands.

You were going fucking home.

You tossed your band aid wrapper in the trash with a huff, not noticing the single, stained paper fluttering to the floor just in front of the exit.

+++

Blood. Air.

Blood. Sweet, sweet blood.

Thirsty. Hungry.

Dark.

Pain.

Escape.

Hoarse wheezes was all Kenma could manage as he lay stock-still on a soft surface. Pins and needles pricked at his every limb and he almost groaned in relief because it meant he was alive.

His tongue was heavy as a rock and was dry as sandpaper but he could still taste the sweet flavor on his tongue. Metallic-like, it was both nourishing and yet not enough.

No, no. Definitely not enough. He needed more.

Twitching his finger was an exercise that if he wasn’t completely dehydrated would have worked up a sweat. Moving the rest of his arm made him wish his death had lasted.

But someone had blessed him with blood, with life, and now he had a debt to repay.

Kenma wasn’t like Kuroo. He followed the ancient laws of vampires, now matter how outdated they were. Born-vampires had one code, and that was that whoever gave you blood and therefore everlasting life, was your master forever.

This was code.

Kenma thought of Kuroo and how he’d taken blood from all kinds of people, an action that would’ve been called taboo by the vampires of old.

Then Kenma thought of Kuroo alone and wondered just where he was.

It was completely dark, and each muscle he moved seemed trapped in the same position. A loud rip split the silence that previously mingled with Kenma’s wheezing as he reached up an arm and patted at his face.

Trapped. Stuck. Wrapped in something?

“K…” Kenma tried to call Kuroo’s name, but even the first letter scraped at his throat hard enough that he gagged.

It was so dry. He needed more of the blood he’d given.

Just a drop would be a blessing.

“Ku…”

But he had to get out first.

If he knew one thing about Kuroo, it was that the man was loyal. If he knew another, it was that he was also immortal.

Because Kenma followed the ways of the code, he was the right hand man of the Nekoma Clan. Kuroo was the leader, but he knew to protect his own.

“Kuro...Kuroo.”

The pain was irrelevant. His hand still scratched at his face, slowly yet desperately as he ached to tear away the cloth. To see light for the first time in centuries.

Footsteps echoed miles away, perking Kenma’s ears.

“Kuroo...Kuroo.”

They drew closer and closer, ever so muffled through the wrappings that trapped Kenma in darkness.

“Kuroo...please.”

A hand batted away the one Kenma kept patting over his face and Kenma heard the zing of a blade.

“Kuroo…”

“Shh.” Kuroo’s voice urging Kenma to shut up had never sounded so melodic. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Kenma let himself relax, allowing Kuroo to cut through the thick cloths encasing his body like a cast. The latter cursed under his breath each time he sliced a bit too close to the skin, almost breaking it.

The process was long and painful. After coming back to life, Kenma suddenly had the urge to move, something he’d never had before.

Except he knew exactly why he needed to move. He needed to find them. Whoever they were.

Though eternal servitude was never exactly Kenma’s life goal, he knew it was an honor to be deemed worthy as someone worth eternal life. To be given such a gift was a sign that your life was meant to be spared.

When all the bindings split away and Kenma could open his eyes, a ringing burst in his ears accompanied by a pounding headache. He’d never known candles to burn so brightly, but maybe that was something of this new age. Or perhaps he was laying below a skylight.

Neither. The light source was a rectangular shape directly above, harnessing the light of a thousand white flames to make the room glow. It buzzed as well, or perhaps that was the few moths that flew around it.

“Kuroo,” Kenma reached a hand up to cover his eyes, “I have to-”

“Shh.” The older hushed him once more before holding a cup to his lips. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

The cup was dark and Kenma couldn’t see what was inside of it. Panic struck his heart and with a sudden burst of energy, he slapped the cup away from his face.

“NO!”

The cup flew, spilling clear liquid through the air before cracking against the floor with a splat. The older man in the room sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Kenma, come on. I know the dumbass laws and your dumbass willingness to abide by them. You know I wouldn’t force you to drink blood you didn’t want.”

Kuroo was right. Kenma trusted him to not force blood on him and he trusted Kuroo not to try and bring him back either. Kenma wanted his revival, if it were to ever happen, to be of someone else’s desire to revive him.

He’d just… panicked.

“I know.” His throat suddenly felt parched and sickly and Kenma returned his gaze to Kuroo’s face. “Could you…?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get another one.”

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“I’ll never let go, Jack.”

“Just move over on the door, bitch!” you wailed, sobbing into your ice cream and curling deeper into your blankets as the movie drew to a close. Tears ran down your face and half a tissue box sat in numerous crumpled-up balls on your coffee table.

To be fair, a large majority of them came from when you first got home from the museum. After throwing yourself a pity party, you decided to give yourself even more reason to cry by watching the Titanic movie over a bowl of ice cream.

Your phone sat beside the used tissues, occasionally lighting up with missed calls from your friends hours earlier. Texting felt like a waste of energy, and you could certainly tell them what happened tomorrow.

If you weren’t being arrested for damaging museum property at that time.

Even the thought sprung another nervous wave of tears to your eyes and you clicked off the movie, searching for another story to bawl your eyes out to.

Three loud knocks cracked at your door, making you flinch.

Probably Akira and Kanna, worried out of their minds.

“Guys,” you stood up and turned on your living room lights before walking to your front door, “I promise I’m fine. Something just happened today that really-”

But when you turned the knob, it was neither of your friends.

It wasn’t even female.

It was two guys, one looking vaguely familiar while the other was entirely unknown to you.

The first, significantly taller and with the same ruffled hair, was Kuroo. Just the sight of the museum worker made you want to jump out your window and onto the sidewalk ten floors below.

The other was shorter with blond hair just past his chin, the roots a dark brown. His eyes were glowing with a sort of anticipation but his face appeared otherwise bored.

Nerves began to dance under your skin and you shifted from foot to foot, your hand still on the door. You only realized you were biting your lip when both men drew their gazes to the action, and after that you immediately stopped.

“Uhh, y-yes?” You gulped and watched them both with flared nostrils, ignoring the way the blond’s eyes followed your throat. “Did you n-need something, offic- I mean sirs?”

The familiar one’s lips quirked, something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched your anxious movements. Yet, he never said a word.

Instead, the blond one stepped forward, somehow looking uncomfortable in a red sweatshirt and black sweatpants. There was an air of seriousness around him even as his face gave off a feeling of nonchalance.

Here it comes.

You tensed up your shoulders and closed your eyes, waiting for the words of your doom.

Instead, cold fingers grabbed the hand you had limp at your side and you felt a softness brush over the back.

You opened your eyes once more only to see a small smile with fangs peaking out as the blond pulled his lips away from your hand.

“I am forever indebted to you, Mistress.”

“What?”

#kenma x reader #kozume x reader #haikyuu x reader #vampire haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #vampire haikyuu #vampire kenma #haikyuu supernatural au #vampire kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #haikyuu vampire au #haikyu!! x reader #haikyu x reader #kenma kozume #kenma #kozume #kozume kenma

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margravelucian · 3 years

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Yes! It's true. I'm coming out of my hole and I'm doing okay, I guess, but I am Excited to see YOU at MCM Comic Con in London this weekend, the 22nd - 24th October!

We (I) have got:

Tarot! First time for purchasing the Threshold Tarot in person, and I'm down to a precious few copies because it came out last year and everyone wanted one. Now everyone has one. Will you join them?

SPIN-A-BASTARD has new Prizes! After consultation with my Patreonists, you can now be bothered with Medieval allegorical renditions of whatever you asked me for that admonish you for your sins, blind drawings, and werewolves (whether you wanted them or not).

A truly disgusting array of stickers because they're fun to make and I like them

A Plethora of Pins

An Ode to Divine & Dirt, my lovely book, the progenitor of the Threshold Tarot. Get paperback, get hardback, I'll sign either, but only one (1) is fully digestible

Cats (2019, dir Tom Hooper) even though you Begged me not to

Foiled Prints! Prints.... with Foil on! Have you ever heard of such a thing!!

I take card, I will be masked, do NOT give me covid please, let's Party......... at table C-18.........in the Artist's Alle'y

#mcm comic con #mcm london #comic con #artists alley #mister lucian

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Hiii! For the treat ill choose 🧙‍♀️ with alex please?? I love your if so much ❤️❤️ have a lovely weekend

Hey! Happy Halloween! I'm so, so happy to hear you're enjoying BL!

Here's your treat. It's a little insight into Alex's past...

Alex had been in some scary situations in the past, but this was a whole new level. Entering a room that contained a combination of werewolves, vampires, demons, a ghost and a particularly angry pixie seemed like a new level of bad decision making.

But here he was, pushing open the old door. It had a square glass panel and he took a moment to look inside. There they all were. Waiting.

He wasn’t sure why he was doing this. Because he knew he needed to? Probably. But did he want to? No. It was pushing him way out of his comfort zone. But he hated the zone he’d been in since, well, forever.

One deep breath later he finished pushing the door open and stepped inside. The room was in a local community hall. Faded red curtains were pulled across the windows, shutting out the rainy night.

“Alex! How lovely to see you!” The warm face of the elderly warlock immediately put Alex at ease.

The warlock turned to the rest of the room. “Well, that’s everyone. Welcome. I’m happy to see you all and please remember this is a safe space. I think it’s important we understand who we all are, so please can you all tell us your name, and why you’re here.”

“Oh joy, the inevitable icebreaker, huh?”

Alex turned to see who had just spoken and knew immediately he was looking into the face of another wolf. Her brown hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her face was full of mischief. She was beautiful, but there was something in her eyes that caused Alex’s danger senses to tingle. He smiled and nodded before walking to an empty chair. The girl followed him and sat down next to him, smiling before kicking her legs out and crossing her arms in a gesture of defiance that didn’t go unnoticed by the warlock.

“Let’s start with you, shall we?” he said, his eyes watching her with interest. “Who are you and why are you here?”

The girl spoke with a tone of pure indifference. “Cerri. I’ve just moved to London.”

“And why are you here?” he pushed.

“Because I’ve just moved to London,” Cerri responded again, saying the words slowly as if talking to someone who couldn’t understand her.

“Ok, we’ll come back to that. Good to meet you, Cerri. Alex, I know you, but why don’t you introduce yourself to the group?”

Alex’s stomach tightened. “Uh hi. Yeah, so I’m Alex. I’m here because, well, because I’m feeling burned out with who I am. What I am. I thought that maybe, maybe talking to some other people who understand what this feels like might help me work through it.”

The warlock smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Alex, I’m sure this will be a space that will help you move forward.”

The introductions continued. A vampire who was missing his family terribly. A ghost who couldn’t cope with seeing her friends move on with their lives around her. A pixie who seemed to have significant anger management issues. They were all here, in this room, trying to come to terms with who and what they are.

Monsters in one form or another.

The rain outside turned to thunder and lightning and the tension in the room heightened as the Warlock tried to start a discussion about techniques for overcoming challenges. Alex shared his favourite technique was going for a nighttime run and clearing his head. It was what he wished he was doing right now instead of sitting in this room of awkward interactions.

“My solution?” Cerri added. “Don’t acknowledge anything as a challenge. Just see everything as something that needs to be dealt with, and most importantly, it can be dealt with. We’re all powerful beings in this room. There’s nothing we can’t do.”

Alex looked at Cerri, admiring her confidence. There was something intriguing about this tiny girl with the heart of a lion. Well, a wolf. The type of person Alex should be.

The group came to a merciful end an hour later.

“So,” Cerri said, turning to Alex. “When are you going to offer to show me the best places for a wolf in this city?”

Alex looked at her and smiled. “Now. I can recommend a pretty great all night cafe?”

“Great. Let’s go.”

Alex had a moment of thinking maybe it was a lucky coincidence that he’d gone to that group that evening and met someone new. Someone not part of his pack. If only he knew that it was anything but a coincidence. That Cerri had been there to meet him. That was her only goal. The one the pack had demanded of her.

And things were about to get… painful.

#alex buried love #buried love trick or treat #buried love

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