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Running With The Wolves

Wolfwalker!Moon Knight (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You're on the verge of being labeled a witch, but can one handsome stranger (and his two "brothers") save you from the same cruel fate as your mother, who was labeled as one and burned at the stake?

Can you handle the truth about your heroes identities, despite it all? Would you find out who your masked savior truly was beneath his cloak?

Only you could answer that.

TW/CW: Witch hunts, violence, graphic violence, graphic death, blood, public execution, parental death, persecution, grief, depression, Wolfwalkers AU, Moon Knight AU, incorrect lore

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I was watching Wolfwalkers and it gave me the idea for the boys. I did a little research into the lore, so some will be inaccurate (my pagan ancestors would frown upon me lmao) as well as historically inaccurate; so what is in this fic is largely based on the film. It will be especially inaccurate because y'know, Marc is American and Jake is Spanish and Steven is English etc, as well as Khonshu being around (but in the comics he's had a Viking Moon Knight so this isn't too far fetched he'd be in a place like Ireland) so please bear with me, my poor mind has been going through it lately and I wanted to write somethin' pointless, so enjoy this weird ass AU I came up with! (Header does not indicate the reader's race!)

Taglist: @enheduannasposts

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PT. 1

"I heard tha's the girl who lives on the outskirts." You heard a young woman whisper to her friend. Her accent was clearly not from Ireland. She sounded like one of the people from England. They'd been arriving slowly but surely, like a trickle from a leaky bucket, since you were a child.

Your skin prickled as you looked over the vegetables in the market stall, tended to by an old woman who was blind in one eye. Mary, her name was. Mary was probably one of the only around here who was kind to everyone, unless they gave her a reason not to. And those two English girls certainly gave her a reason...

"Aye, ye two hussies best be leav'n this girl be!" She spat, waving her old wooden stick around. "She 'ent done nothin' to ye!"

The two women jumped back with a yelp and scurried off, an armored guard eyeing you and Mary warily.

Your nose crinkled at him and you turned your nose up as you looked back at the crop Mary was selling.

"I'm sorry, lass. I don't like 'em either." Mary said, winking her blind eye at you.

You can't help but smile as you trade some herbs for the vegetables, placing the juicy morsels into your basket. "I just would like for things to go back to the way they were." You sighed.

"Like when I was a girl, before they came to our town. Things were fine, everything was in balance."

Mary leaned in, holding a finger to the sky as she spoke quietly to you.

"Aye, lass. But don't worry. The crimes these English folk are doin' to us? They'll be payin', mark my words! The land, the very sky itself is angry because we can't honor the promises we made so long ago." She grinned, half her teeth missing from old age. "Then, maybe we'll be forgiven."

"Aye, or maybe be consumed by the wolves and the forest while we're at it." You smile sadly. You remembered being safe in those woods as a girl, playing in the creeks, chasing birds and hares, the wolves singing on the breeze...

But the wolf attacks have become ever so common, now. None had been bitten, but their homes had been trashed, their livestock spirited away into the cover of night, wolf tracks everywhere. You were the only one whose homestead was spared. You often wondered why. The only thing different between your little plot and the rest of the homes that were driven empty was... wait.

They were all English.

You weren't. That house you lived in had belonged to your family for nearly half a century. The English farmsteads were placed on the grounds that were cleared by the King's woodcutters and soldiers, they were the ones being attacked. Not you.

But lately, you've heard other tales as well. A "devil in white" the King's men would ramble, their voices shrill with fear. A man in white armor who moved like a ghost, and fought like hell itself. You paid no mind, figuring it may be some hermetic hunter who called the forest home, who simply didn't want to have them invade his solitude.

Maybe--

"Lass, you should get home." Mary said, looking at you with worry as a small gaggle of women whispered and pointed at you. You were used to the stares, you'd been getting them as a child. But since the English arrived, those whispers became accusations.

"Witch."

Your mother had faced a similar accusation, given her odd habits and ways of whispering to the wind.

Some considered her addled, even moreso when she began raving of spirits and the voices she said came from the ground.

You remembered the night that she died, the horrible, evil way that she left this world.

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You were only twelve years old, gripped hard by the local men as the bishop to your village spoke from the Bible, quoting things about the crimes of witchcraft and how your mother could only be cleansed by fire.

You screamed, and kicked, and cried and cursed, but all that earned you was a punch to the gut as they lit the kindling beneath your mother's feet.

You'd heard tales of witch burnings, but you'd never ever thought such horrible deeds would come to your town; your safe, warm little home.

Your mother was strange, yes, but she taught you many things that had proven useful. The best herbs to cure the worst fever, the best tonics to drink to cure an ailing cough, how to track in the woods, how to trust the forest to show you the way home; but only if you respected it as a living being, and respected the souls who lived within.

She wasn't a "witch" to you.

She was your mother.

And she was right in front of you, burning.

"Mummy!" You screamed, your voice sounding as though you swallowed shards of pottery.

She looked at you, and smiled, crying and struggling against the ropes that bound her to the stake.

The fire crept up, up, until it reached her feet.

You could smell it--the acrid, disgusting stench of oil and burning flesh. You could see her skin blister, peel, and burn away as she screamed, begged for mercy. Mercy that the church was not willing to grant her.

You screamed and cried until your throat was raw and bloody, struggling until you broke free of the men's arms.

You didn't think twice on it--you leapt towards the pyre.

Your mother was dead. You knew this. But all you wanted was to hold her one last time, even if all that was left now was blackened, charred flesh.

Your soft, delicate hands burned, your dress beginning to catch aflame as you desperately tried to reach for what little remained of the woman you loved most in the world.

The pain was so blinding, so debilitating that your vision went white around the edges, and you saw the world begin to go dark.

"Damn it--put the girl out!" Was the last thing that you heard before you lost consciousness.

When you'd awoke, it had been two whole days since your mother's trial and burning. Two days since she plead to the "court" about how they were treating the land; that if they didn't change their ways they would all suffer for it.

The first face you saw was the bishop looking down at you with a solemn and sad expression, completely different from the way his eyes had gleamed maniacally as he cheered the death of your mother.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He said kindly, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Your arms and hands were wrapped in clean linen--or, well, as clean as they could get it, anyway--your burns itching and painful.

You gritted your teeth, feeling hot tears burn as you glared at him, your throat still raw and aching.

"You killed her!" You meant to yell, but it only came out a hoarse croak.

"Aye, girl, I did. But I took no pleasure in it."

Liar. Filthy, disgusting liar! You wanted to shout, You smiled when she screamed!

"Your mother was bewitched by the devil, don't you see? The only way to ensure she could make it to heaven was if she was cleansed by fire." He told you, his wrinkled eyes looking at you with such gentleness you could almost scarcely believe this was your beloved mother's executioner.

"At least now, you know your mother made it to the gates of heaven. And hopefully God finds it in Him to grant your mother eternal peace." He continued, "After all, she loved you greatly, and there is nothing more pure than a mother's love. Even if it was the love of a witch."

You bite back bile that wanted to rise--partly from the pain, partly from disgust--and turned your head away, your tears heavy like chains that hung from your lashes and held your eyes closed.

"So hopefully, we can pray she found salvation and forgiveness in the fact she loved you so."

His hand brushed a lock of burnt hair from your face.

"Don't worry, girl... You can go home. But I must implore you not to give in to the teachings your mother no doubt gave you. None of that talking trees or animals nonsense, you hear?"

You wanted to kick him, to bite his disgusting fingers off and pluck out his eyes. But... all you did was nod, and say:

"I understand."

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Later that night, barring the English women's gossip, you'd had a fairly decent day. Your snare on the edge of the forest had gotten a nice hare; providing you with some nice soft fur and meat and bone.

You'd spent your days thereafter doing much of the same work you'd done since you returned to your empty home the week your mother died. You gardened, placed more snares, cleaned the house, worked the loom, began weaving a small tapestry.

One night, you were broken from your tedium by heavy hands on your door, making you yelp and prick yourself with a needle.

You stuck your bloody fingertip in your mouth and stuffed the tapestry into your heavy wooden chest, rushing to your front door to see what was the trouble.

When you opened it, there was the bishop, flanked by two men in heavy plate armor. You felt a shiver creep up your spine; the sight was eerily similar to the night your mother was taken away, only this time the bishop looked so ancient he looked like a piece of dried, brittle leather.

"Dear girl, thank God you're alright." The bishop breathed, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

Your brow creased, and you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to cut you off.

"That... That man, that devil whom the townsfolk here and elsewhere have been seeing--he was here. Tonight! He killed four of the King's finest men!" He said, panicked, his touch cold and clammy.

"And earlier in the day... wolves. A pack of white wolves! I feared for you, girl. I know that you're alone and so far from town." He shuddered a breath. His lungs sounded awful, even to your ears. Honestly... If the man had allowed it, you could have fixed his long coughing illness. He's been suffering for years with it, sometimes to the point where his surmons had to be delivered by proxy.

He was suffering... but so had your mother, whom he murdered in the name of his god.

Your jaw was tight, and you nodded. "I... I see. I haven't been attacked yet, sir. B-but I will keep an eye out and alert you if I see anything strange."

You wouldn't.

"I don't want that devil to hurt anyone else."

You hoped he chased them all away.

He mistook your shaky voice for one of mutual fear for the man that haunted the nights, like the dreaded vampires back in England and the smaller towns and villages.

"Yes, dear girl." He put his hand to your cheek and smiled, his aged features twisting in agony. "A good girl. May God protect you."

"And He, you." You replied, the words tasting like rotten meat on your tongue.

"Such a good girl." He turned, coughing into his hand. "May God help civilise this land..."

Thunder boomed in the distance, almost as if the very sky itself was urging the cruel men on their way, to leave you be.

As soon as your door was closed, you grabbed a nearby cauldron and heaved it over to your hearth, hanging it from the iron hook and dumping the pail of water into it to boil.

You hastily stripped your clothes free and dumped them into the cauldron, rushing to find your small bottles of tonics.

When you'd found the ones you needed, you dumped them, alongside fresh herbs, into the pot with your soaking clothes.

You knew, based on your own observations, that those who coughed often spread it through touch or spit. And he had coughed into his hands and touched you; you simply don't want to take the risk.

You had to start selling your healing tonics "under the table" as Mary said, as cleaning agents for clothes and blankets just so you could pass it to the townsfolk with sick family. You hated doing that, but seeing a sickly child able to run around with her siblings again without fear of that wretched cough was worth the pain of lying.

You watched as the water bubbled, standing naked as you poked at the fabric with your long wooden spoon, swirling it around and around.

Once you deemed it hot enough, you carefully picked up the cauldron and set it on your stone slab at the mouth of your hearth, you scooped some of the herbal water into your wash bucket and began scrubbing at your clothes mercilessly to rid it of any possible sickness.

Once they were clean enough, you hung them near the fire to dry (but not close enough to catch fire while you were asleep).

You felt goosebumps chill your skin as the wind rattled your shutters, so you grabbed a heavy woolen blanket to wrap yourself up in while you dug around for a new linen dress to put on.

It was a small comfort, given how early in the year it was, and these certain storms always brought unseasonably cold weather in their shadow, but you accepted it nonetheless.

You walked over to your wooden chest and pulled out your half-finished tapestry. It was one your mother started when you were barely hip-height; your father, strong and large, next to your mother, petite and soft. Interconnecting between them was you, holding their larger hands in your tiny ones.

Much of it was unfinished, and only within the last year did your grief finally allow you to finish what she started, as this was the only thing left that you had of her. When the church took her away, your mother knew they were coming, so she hid certain things out in the woods for safekeeping, only telling you their whereabouts. Once the church lifted it's eye from you one autumn day, you finally ran out into the clearing your mother hid her things in.

Being able to have something to visually remember your parents by wrenched your heart in a bittersweet way, but it was all you had of them, other than their rings you wore, hidden and slung low beneath your bodice so nobody would see.

You knew if the bishop found out... He would have them all destroyed, burned like your mother; and he would likely have you thrown into the stocks and publicly lashed as punishment.

In a twisted way, the bishop cared for you. He saw you as an innocent, God-fearing girl who had been brainwashed by your witch mother, whom only acknowledged the paganistic "Old Ways".

You hated having to keep up the act, but you didn't want to die. You owed it to your mother and father, wherever their souls were together, to live on.

You blinked, and a heavy teardrop splashed down onto the tapestry.

Your body jolted with the clap of thunder. How long had you been crying? Had you been crying this whole time, but didn't realize it? Oh, you hated how often these crying fits would strike you.

All you wanted to do was think of the happy times with your family, but it always came back to the fact that they were dead and you were alone.

You dropped back onto your bed, the old, dried wood creaking beneath your weight, the smell of the straw mattress stuffed with dried flowers and clovers soothing to your senses.

Your eyes felt heavy, weighted down from your painful thoughts, and you turned your head to look at the wreath above your bed, shamrocks with dried berries carefully strung together; it was something your mother taught you. You couldn't remember the significance of the thing, but making them when you were bored became a mundane comfort.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily.

You would need to check your snares in the morning.

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Your leather shoes squelched in the mud as you carefully made your way to the treeline early that next morning. You nervously chewed the inside of your cheek to check if the coast was clear before venturing into the bushes.

It was early enough none had arisen yet to start the day, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon as you set off into the forest.

Yes, setting your traps beyond the treeline was dangerous, as they would tell you, but you knew the game in the woods was fat and ripe, perfectly full of meat. If you could hunt at all, you would try your aim at shooting one of those slovenly bucks with a bow and arrow.

But a hunter you were not. Trap-maker, yes. But no hunter.

Your tiny iron dagger was slung low on your hip, your mostly-empty wooden sack carrying fresh bait for any snares that were sprung, or if the bait had been snatched.

The first two traps hadn't been sprung, but picked clean, most likely by birds and quick-witted squirrels. No luck in catching anything.

But as you neared your final trap, you heard an odd noise. A wheezing sound, almost, followed by heavy pants and a whimper.

Your footsteps stopped as you peered around the thick trunk of an ancient tree, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at the sight in front of you.

It was your last snare, set up with some bread and berries to lure in a rabbit or squirrel (as was your typical game) but it seems that this time, somehow... you snagged a wolf.

And this was not a normal wolf; it was one with fur as white as the coldest snow, now muddied and stained from the soggy ground it flailed around in; your snare secured firmly around its neck and front paw, cinching the two together in a painful manner.

Your heart broke as you saw the creature struggle and wheeze, choking out quiet howls that couldn't be heard through the underbrush.

With your jaw set tight, you stepped out of the clearing, and the wolf turned to you, trying to limp away.

"Shhh, hush, now." You soothe the animal, your hands out in front of you as you got lower, trying to seem less threatening.

Yes, the townsfolk feared wolves, but you wouldn't just leave this beautiful creature to slowly strangle to death on one of your own traps; your soul wouldn't be able to handle the weight of guilt.

"I won't hurt you, sweetie." You say, your voice calm and soft as you reached out.

The wolf snapped tentatively at you, whimpering as the pain of the cord dug further into its throat and paw, red stains now blotching the white fur.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you..." You urge the panicked animal. Your own eyes locked with its dark brown ones, and you could almost hear its thoughts plead:

Help me. Please. It hurts. Please!

You wait for the wolf to still, and sit its haunches on the ground, those big, pained eyes staring right through to your very soul.

Once the wolf is calm, you hook your fingers through the snare, reaching for the part of it that looped around, and try to loosen it enough for it to slip free.

But to no avail, the amount of flailing the wolf had done had twisted and cinched it to the point you couldn't. Your brow pinched and you nervously chewed the inside of your cheek before unsheathing your dagger.

Upon seeing the glint of the blade, the wolf whimpered and panicked again, beginning to flail once more as you reached for it.

"No!" You say, frantically trying to calm the beast. "Stop! You're making it worse! Please--I'm not going to hurt you."

You grunt as you leap forward, crushing the wolf against you in a bear hug, trying to calm its thrashing body as you swing your sharpened blade through the cord, severing it from the branch it was tethered to.

You sliced your thumb in an attempt to cut the cord around its throat, but you somehow managed it, your blood leaving fresh streaks of red and pink through the wolf's surprisingly soft fur.

You drop your dagger and release the animal, falling back on your bum as you carefully crawl away as the canine heaved for uninhibited air, its barreled chest shaking with effort.

Once it had collected itself, it limped up to you, it cut paw hanging an inch or two above the ground as its wet, charcoal black nose sniffed at your wounded thumb.

Its pink tongue laved out and lapped up your blood, as if to say "sorry" for causing you to injure yourself for trying to aid it.

Your eyes however, were drawn to the cuts into the wolf's throat and paw, oozing small rivulets of blood as it stared at you.

"Oh... You poor..." You breathed, rising to kneel on your knees, dirtying your skirt even more.

"I... Those can get infected. Please. I... I can help you..."

You don't know why you were trying to bargain with an animal, but somehow it paid off. The wolf nosed its way into your lap, ears flattened up and eyes pleading up at you.

"Okay..." You murmur, scratching behind one of its ears. "Let's get you home, boy. I have stuff there that can help ya."

The wolf whimpered.

"Er... Well, I assume you're male?" You chuckle awkwardly, trying to think of how to carry this large and hefty animal back home without being seen.

"I'm not gonna violate you by takin' a peek or anything." You clear your throat when one of the wolf's ears flop as "he" tilts his head at you.

"Er. Okay. Let's go..."

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It was easier than you thought, getting him back home. As the sun crept higher, the fog and mist were your ally as you smuggled the "dangerous" animal back to the safety of your home.

You had to haul him over your shoulders and beat feet through the underbrush. Once you were safely inside, you had to (with great difficulty) maneuver the wolf down onto your bed.

You chuckled when he rolled over--and he was most definitely a "he"--and began rolling this way and that into your blankets, making small huffs and growls.

"Ah-ah..." You murmur, reaching out to brush your hand through his muddy fur. "You might make your injuries worse, 'kay, m'love?"

That seems to get the wolf's attention. You weren't sure if he could understand you, which honestly had you thinking you were crazy, but the way he sat up and stared at you, one ear flopping down as he looked up into your eyes sent a strange feeling through your body.

"Hmm..." You murmur, brushing your fingers tentatively around his wounded throat. From his muddy thrashing he'd accumulated a fair amount of dirt, and that would lead to infection.

You hike your skirts up and tie them around your waist, and you could almost swear you saw a look of modesty cross the wolf's eyes as his ears slicked back against his head and he buried his muzzle into your warm blankets.

You scratch the back of your head, a little confused at his reaction as you adjust your knickers and rush to gather your herbs you'd need, plucking dried leaves and roots that hung above your hearth.

You set the herbs down into your mortar and pestle and begin to grind them down, mixing them evenly into a dissolvable mass that would melt in the water once you'd boiled it.

You crack your knuckles and grab a pail, untying your skirts and smoothing them out, frowning at the mud stains as you reach for your door, making a "shush" gesture to the wolf.

"Stay quiet and don't go near the windows! It's dangerous if you're seen." You gently urge him before slipping outside into the morning light once again.

The trek to the well was always annoying, but your neighbors never minded you coming to fetch water, knowing how dangerous it could possibly be for you to hike to the creek at the edge of the forest just to get yourself some of the life-giving liquid.

You inwardly cringed when the Kenny's daughter, Aisling, was already at the well; her belly already round with her unborn child. Barely 19 years of age and she was already with a babe; she was often sickly as a child, this you remembered, so her family (namely her husband) was very concerned about her well-being and that of her impending birth.

Upon seeing you approach, Aisling smiled widely and waved at you, saying your name chipperly, almost like an excited morning bird.

You were really hoping not to have a conversation so early, afraid someone would know you were harboring a wolf inside your home...

"Hello, Aisling. Feeling well this morning?" You hum innocently at her as you tie your pail up, before cranking the wench and lowering it down to the water below.

"Yes, surprisingly!" She giggled, patting her belly with a soft smile. "M' little one decided it was a good day to let mummy keep food down."

"That's good! I still recommend broths if you feel nauseous, however..."

"I know, I know. My mum is constantly making sure of that." She sighed with a roll of her eyes, hooking her own two pails of water onto her yoke.

Your hairs raised and you reached out, the wench slipping from your hands and your bucket dropping all the way back down into the water below the earth.

"No! You mustn't lift something that heavy." You caution. "It's not good for your baby."

"Ohhh! You sound like my father." She sighs, frowning deeply, her hands on her hips. "I'm not helpless, y'know!"

"Yes, I'm aware, but--"

"Aisling!" Her husband panted, trotting up to the both of you. He was at least a decade or so older than she was, but nonetheless it was a good match; he seemed to love her greatly. He was English, and one of the few kind ones you've known, in fact. A gentle giant.

This fact was emphasized when his large bulky hand reached down to touch her belly, sighing with relief. "No, no, you know that you can't be out here alone! The wolves!"

"I 'ent seen no wolves!" Aisling pouted up at him.

"That doesn't mean no wolves see you, m'love." He sighed dejectedly at her. He gives you a kind smile and a nod, hoisting the yoke over his own shoulders, "Aye, lass. Glad to see someone else talking some sense into my pretty little wife, here..."

"Bah!" Aisling scoffed, throwing her arms in the air as she waddled back down to their house.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "I swear, if we have a girl and she turns out like her..."

"You'll have your hands full, alright." You sigh, cranking the wench again.

"Aye." He says, giving you a cautious look. "But, I must warn you, the same way I did Aisling... with these wolves about, it's dangerous..."

"I know." You smile. "I'll be fine."

"Alright..." He replies, giving you one last look before going back home to his wife and family.

You on the other hand, rushed back home with your water to your waiting furry companion...

You almost dropped the pail of water when you saw what he was doing. Somehow he managed to nose open up the chest containing your mother's things, and was insistently sniffing the tapestry.

"Ah! No, no, no!" You frantically say, setting the water down to rush over, gently shoving his snout to the side to close the chest.

"Gah..." You sigh in relief, and smile softly at the wolf, reaching out to pinch and squish his cheek. And surprisingly, he took it well, making a little "whurf!" as you do.

"Don't go through my stuff, it's not very polite after I risked my arse you take care of you." You chuckle, setting yourself to task of boiling the water with the ground herbs. You kneel next to the remaining bit of water on the floor, dipping a rag into the pail and making a clicking noise with your teeth.

The wolf tipped his head to the side, ears pricking up at the noise as he slowly moseyed over to you shyly.

"Oh relax, I won't poison ya." You chuckle, dabbing the soaked cloth onto his fur, cleaning him of the muck.

He of course, did not like this. He whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs, his gorgeous brown eyes pleading with you.

"Ah! That won't work on me, Mister... You need to be clean before I can clean your wounds!" You cluck at him, not falling for his cute little attempt.

Thankfully, he sits there and lets you gently massage the mud away, carefully cleaning around his wound sites before hastily grabbing the pot of boiling water and pouring some into a wooden bowl.

You scratch behind one of his ears and say softly, "Now... I'm going to take care of you, okay? Now... just let me..."

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"No! Down! Bad wolf!" You groan, watching as his tail wagged happily, one of your kirdles firmly in his jaws, daring you to come get it.

"Ooooh! I should have left you in the woods!"

His ears flatten back and his eyes get big, giving you the sweetest, saddest look you've ever seen...

And it definitely broke you.

"Ah... You little... mouth off my clothes!" You grunt, tugging the garment from between his teeth, groaning at the sight of tears from his fangs.

He dropped down onto his front paws, wagging his tail happily as he makes a playful whine and yip.

"Oi! Ya seem just fine now!" You scold the animal, shaking the torn kirdle in front of him.

It was true. In just one day, your furry companion seemed to have healed miraculously faster than what was natural. It concerned you... but you didn't feel threatened by the creature's playful antics.

If anything, having him around made you feel less... lonely.

Dinner was almost ready, a simple stew with vegetables and salted meats tossed in. You weren't sure if wolves could eat such a meal, but you would feel awful if you were eating and your new friend merely had to sit and watch.

You sigh and toss your clothes aside, watching with a snort as the wolf playfully dove for it, rolling around and kicking it with his feet as you used your ladle to scoop two bowls.

You curled your feet beneath you as you plopped a spoon into your bowl before placing the spare on the floor. Your wolf's ears perked up and he sniffed the air, licking his chops as he abandoned your torn-up kirdle in favor of investigating the food you placed for him.

You smiled around your mouthful as he accidentally dipped his nose too deep into the broth, whipping his head around with a heavy snort.

"Ah, that's not how you eat, by the way..." You hum innocently, and again, your wolf gives you an almost human reaction, flattening his ears back as he seems to glare at you for a moment, before lapping at the food, curling his tongue around to eat the bits of veggies and meat.

"Oh, I'd love to keep you, but you don't belong here, fella." You say, scratching his ear softly in an affectionate way. Your skin crawls when you hear a mournful howl travel from the forest, across the fields, and into your house.

Your wolf whimpers and looks at you.

"As soon as you're ready, I'll sneak you back out to the woods." You promise him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

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He looked out from the treeline, his glowing white eyes staring out from the darkness.

A large, fluffy animal--a gorgeous white wolf, fur stained with mud--sidled up next to him, ears flattened back.

"Still no sign of him?" He sighed, frustrated.

The wolf whimpered, his tail tucking and nose dipping towards the ground in a response that seemed to say "no".

"Damn it!" The man roared, his fists balling tight as he began to pace angrily.

"Still no sign of your third?" A deep voice rumbled from the trees.

He lifted his gaze to spot him in all his imposing glory--Khonshu; god of the night sky, the moon, justice and many things in-between. His lithe frame ominously perched on the limb of an ancient, thick tree. One of his legs dangled down while the other supported his arm, his dominant hand clutching his staff in a tight-fisted grip as he stared down at him.

But mostly, he was his fist of vengeance. He was dispensing justice against those who imposed their will on the weak; like the other Englishmen who oppressed the local populace with their threats of jail, execution...

He also had to deal with bandits. Bandits, constantly seemed to prey upon travelers trying to find better places to live, to eke out a livelihood to support their families.

But right now, he was on edge.

He was incomplete. He was missing a vital part of himself. Someone he would not be able to fully function without.

Finally, his tongue unglued itself from the roof of his mouth and allowed him to speak.

"No."

"He is alive. I can feel it." Khonshu sighed, almost sounding bored. "You and your wolves... Sometimes they are a gift... other times it is a curse."

It was true... there weren't many of his kind left, and they were useful as a commodity, but also a vast hindrance if they were separated. Very few were born after being hunted to near extinction, and even fewer still were bitten and turned.

He tipped his head to the side, "He will come back. But until then, we have work to do. There is a group of soldiers that have taken women and children from their homes. I'm sure you can deduce what it is that they intend to do to them. I want you to stop them and set their captives free." Khonshu tapped his staff against the thick bark of the tree, and in a sharp breeze, he vanished.

"Right..." He said, his throat tight; his body thrumming with anxiety, his hand shaking immensely at the strain of lacking such a vital part of himself. He wondered still, if he would be able to control himself, to hold himself back without him.

His wolf companion moved forward, nudging his snout into the palm of his hand, whimpering softly.

Sparing one last glance over the countryside, he made a hefty sigh.

"Where the hell are you?"

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Pt. 2: I will get to it eventually, I swear you guys

Extra super late author's note:

Yeah it's gonna be at least one or two more parts. I am gonna split it up to ease on the scrolling time for you guys! That and it feels neater than cramming so many lazy time skips into one post. I am going to get the rest of my drafts cleared (hopefully) and begin eating away some of those asks I have piled up in my inbox (that Tumblr didn't manage to delete by some miracle...)

My trip might be postponed, dealing with a lot at home, like me almost burning the house down today and almost passing out from the damn smoke because wooooo fire is bad

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have none whatsoever!

[loth-creatures]

LORE

Lothwolfwalkers AU Masterpost

I will be editing and adding to this over time and details are subject to change. Most recent update will be indicated with a ☆

Suggestions and ideas are SO welcome, my inbox is your oyster. I might even link previous asks with lore bits in here at some point.

The original Wolfwalkers were a small group of Lothali Natives. They were Force-sensitive as the lothwolves are but typically not as much as Jedi. Of course, they did have dealings with the Jedi many decades ago. They actually had a very close relationship at one point, with plenty of Wolfwalkers becoming Jedi and vice versa. Lothal basically had its own unique faction of Jedi intertwined with the wolfwalkers. But for *unknown reasons* the lothwolves disappeared, the wolfwalkers dwindled, and the Jedi left.

The main Jedi temple may still exist in the records (as shown by Kanan’s holocron) but the history seems to only be preserved through the ancient art in temples and wolf dens on Lothal.

*Ezra said no one’s seen a lothwolf in a hundred years and I don’t feel like coming up with an explanation. Wolfwalkers are also heavily implied to be near extinct in the movie.

When the Empire arrived and began to slowly poison the planet, its magic grew quiet and any scattered remaining wolfwalkers began to lose their power, including Ezra’s parents. Ezra’s high Force-sensitivity allows him to connect to his. Once the Empire is defeated and the lothwolves return, the wolfwalkers will begin to come back as well.

Lore carried over from Wolfwalkers for those who haven’t seen the movie:

The wolf body is separate from the human (or alien) body and only appears when they fall asleep. ☆They can wolf spontaneously but the human counterpart will still fall asleep if that happens. Force-sensitive wolfwalkers can also meditate their way into wolf form.

Some are born wolfwalkers and some become them after being bitten by another wolfwalker

They can communicate with wolves and other animals

Healing powers

They can see scent trails, feel sound vibrations, probably some other sensory chaos

Variations of Wolfwalkers based on Force-sensitivity and proximity to Lothal:

Size Reference

Native Lothal people can become wolfwalkers regardless of Force-sensitivity and transform with ease.

Non-native nonForce-sensitive people can become wolfwalkers but it can wear off or go dormant after a while, and its much harder to learn to wolf on command or control it when asleep. ☆ If their wolf form does go dormant, they will likely wake up in the presence of other wolfwalkers or even just visoting Lothal.

Jedi (or anyone highly Force-sensitive) can easily connect with and control their wolf-forms with practice, no matter where they are, and can contain their wolf when asleep when necessary. It probably sucks though, feels itchy and restless.

Jedi wolf forms can change and grow due to *significant events.* I made the Jedi-wolves gigantic purely because of Dume so working concept that Weird Fucked Up experiences with the Force make the wolf forms huge bc they like. Absorb cosmic energy or something. Ezra will also get gigantic in the future, bc boy does he have some cosmic experiences.

The wolf is essentially a physical manifestation of one's soul, as well as the Force. The wolf is equal to one's connection to the Force, which in my book is like an expansion of your soul as energy from the Force swirls and clusters around you and pulls at you. It causes your soul to overflow from your body and that's why you get power. This is why non-Force sensitive wolfwalkers are normal sized as wolves (same size as normal lothwolf) whereas Jedi wolves are bigger even before having fucked up cosmic experiences.

Also. Force abilities manifest differently in wolf-form. It's like you can't really use the Force with percision bc you are the Force. Or smth. I'll come back to that. ☆

Stuff I made up for the plot:

Ezra has always been a wolfwalker, like his parents. But the lothwolves are gone and his parents are dead and he’s never actually connected to his wolf-form. He often has dreams, trying to find his wolf but not actually knowing what he’s looking for and never successful. It’s part of why he can connect with animals so well, and sometimes he can see/hear/smell through flashes of wolf-sight but he goes a long time thinking it's just the Force. Once he figures it out, it will take a long time for him to discover all the abilities and secrets and hidden knowledge etc. Until the Lothwolves return there is no one to teach him.

If a wolfwalker’s human body dies, they can still exist in their wolf forms but it's not guaranteed. It's a gamble with time and the healing abilities of their fellows, as any injuries the human body sustains will also appear on the wolf. The wolf must stay in spirit form until healed or it will quickly die the same way its human form did. They might also be somewhat ghostish. Like they can still have solid bodies but can also just dissolve into the Force at will. Anyway this entire AU was just my here’s-how-Kanan Jarrus-can-still-win scheme MWAHAHA

[xmalereader]

Lord Morpheus X Wolfwalker Male Reader

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Authors Note: I recommend watching wolfwalkers because that animation gave me the inspiration to write this long ass shot, wanted to try something semi-new and write about the wolfwalkers and how I think it ties into the dreaming and Morpheus, but either way enjoy this shot! It will be possible that I will post another chapter of the series tomorrow!

Summary: Reader is a wolfwalker a dream that lived for centuries before their extinction came. He is the first of a new generation and Morpheus is anxious to know how much this new wolfwalker knows about the dreaming and if he is ready to accept his own duties.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of nightmares and dreams, Matthew being Matthew, Morpheus making changes, wolfwalkers, inspired by wolfwalkers, Hob gadling is a Professor, Lucienne and her library.

Word count: 6.8k

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The Dreaming had dealt with various things, destruction of their realm due to the endless’s absence, the life of a vortex who caused the collapse between reality and dream. Dream of the endless had spent 100 years locked away by an armature human being while his realm turned to ash all due to a rouge nightmare, he’s learned his lesson to be careful around humans whenever such thing were to happen again but after his encounters with the Corinthian he’s able to lock his nightmare away before he could recreate him again and focused on new dreams and nightmares.

New changes were to made in his realm due to new generations being born. If the humans change then so would he, which is why he creatures new beings for his dreams and nightmares. He just didn’t expect his nightmares to appear back into the dreaming every few nights, causing havoc over a dream that would rid of them and force them back into the dreaming. Morpheus has grown confused over the ruckus, not knowing of such ‘Dream’ that was chasing a disturbance to his duties. He had asked his nightmares about this ‘dream’ and majority have told him the same.

A wolf with golden eyes that will force the nightmare out of humans, guarding them from the fear that they receive every night. Morpheus had no relation towards this new being and was also confused along with his nightmares. He called Lucienne for help on this new issue that needed to be dealt with, but with every book they read and every dreamer he entered they couldn’t find a single clue on what this new being could be that is causing such disturbance to his work.

It was until Lucienne found a specific book about a young man who suddenly stopped sleeping for many years, dreaming no more. The lords attention is taken by the mysterious man that Lucienne spoke about, taking their book and reading into their life, wondering how a normal human could stop dreaming all of a sudden. His research on the man took some time, knowing about their family and what they did, showing now sign of trauma or perhaps anything that could have triggered the man’s dreams.

Everything the man went though in life was considered normal to a mortal. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening until the day he stopped dreaming, leaving the rest of the pages in their book empty and a mystery to the endless. The king of dreams needed to know more and sent his trustworthy companion, Matthew, into the Waking and to keep a close watch on the man while he continued his work in the Dreaming.

The first day that Matthew watched the mortal go throughout their day, seeing no hint of suspicion or out of the ordinary, the raven had quickly reported back to Morpheus and letting him know that the human he was keeping tabs on showed nothing strange and was a simple human.

“I’m telling you, nothing is wrong with him. He’s perfectly fine and doesn’t even look suspicious.” Matthew had explained to both Morpheus and Lucienne who stood in the throne room together as they listened to Matthews words.

“Are you sure? Any signs of abnormal activity or perhaps the people they surround themselves with?” Lucienne is the first ask, hoping to get something that’ll help the librarian and endless understand better. But the raven can only shake his head. “Nothing, he hangs around these two twins who do cause a bit of trouble but not enough to cause whatever is happening to him.” He flaps his wings and starches them out. “Could it be possible that he’s, maybe, somewhat of a vortex or something more?” He questions.

“A vortex could be a possibility but that wouldn’t explain why my nightmares are the main target—why have them return to the dreaming but not my other dreams?” Morpheus questions himself, still not understanding.

The king growing frustrated by the lack of findings. It doesn’t take him long before he is talking again. “Matthew, I need you to stay near him while he is sleeping. If anything is to happen—“

“I report back to you, got it.” Matthew cuts, earning a firm nod from Morpheus. “Perhaps tonight, we can finally see why he no longer dreams.” Lucienne placed her hands behind her back, giving her lord a raised brow as Morpheus agreed to her words. “We shall see tonight.” He mumbled in return as Matthew returns back to the waking and to continue watching over Y/n.

When night falls the raven is waiting by Y/n’s window, watching as the young man finished up their work for today, cleaning up their desk and standing up to stretch his arms and getting ready for bed. It takes them a few minutes before they are getting into bed and setting up their alarms, lying back in bed as he closed his eyes. Matthew gives it a few more minutes until y/n is fully asleep, body relaxed and eyes closed as he sleeps away the long day he usually has. The raven tilts its head to the side as he continued to watch until a bright glow fills the room, startling Matthew as he witnesses a black wolf crawl out of his chest, jumping off the bed and giving the still sleeping body a look before moving towards the foot of the bed. The wolf moves in silence, looking up to stare out the window, making eye contact with the raven.

Matthew is startled and is quick to fly back to the Dreaming, flapping his wings as fast as he could as he arrives to the library where he finds Morpheus and Lucienne. “That—I don’t—“ The raven feels like he’s running out of breath, not knowing what to say at what he just witness.

“Matthew, what did you see.” Morpheus is quick to ask, walking up to his raven, worried about his companions state of mind.

Matthew is able to think again. “That kid—y/n, I don’t know if I was was real or not but the minute he fell asleep a wolf crawled out of his chest—not ripping him open but like a spirit leaving his body and becoming physical. I didn’t stay long because it saw me and I had to come back here as quick as I could.” He exclaims.

“Wait, did you say a wolf crawled out of his chest?” Lucienne questions.

“Yes!” Matthew caws out, wings flapping hectically.

Lucienne looks up to Morpheus a faint frown on her lips. “That explains everything,” she began to say. “The nightmares returning to the dreaming and why they are the main target and the wolf appearing out of Y/n.” She approaches a bookshelf, searching for a specific book and asks. “Lord Morpheus, do you remember the time when other gods or creations kept balance in the dreaming?”

Morpheus’ gaze shifts from a Matthew to Lucienne. “Of course.”

“Well, I think I know why there’s been a disturbance in the dreaming lately.” She holds a book in hand, setting it down on the table as she flips it open, skimming through the pages and flipping them until she reaches what she was looking for, showing Morpheus.

“I think what we are dealing with is a wolfwalker, creations that existed many years ago. They are Dream protectors, protecting humans from nightmares and fears that they get every night.” She explains as Morpheus reads through the pages, frowning at the new information. “But that’s impossible.” He murmured. “The last wolfwalker to ever live died nearly six hundred years ago—“

“What does that have to do with this one?” Matthew cuts in.

“To become a wolfwalker you are either bitten or born and the last wolfwalker to live never had children nor did they pass down their bite to another human—they simply died, ending the extinction of wolf walkers. There was no other generation for many years so, why now?” He questions himself, not knowing how a wolfwalker could walk amongst the dreaming or how they came to be.

“Perhaps the time of wolf walkers has returned, my lord. The first Wolfwalker to ever live was created by Lycaon, after the punishment of their father they found other ways to be around humans again and it was by becoming a wolfwalker, a creation that is able to walk both dreaming and waking. Which explains the lack of dreams, while the human body remains asleep a part of them is still awake as a wolf—“

“—protecting dreamers from nightmares and trying to create balance again.” Morpheus finished, understanding now the meaning of wolf walkers. Many centuries ago he was able to meet a few but never took the time to understand their history or duties, only checking to make sure that they didn’t try to harm his nightmares or cause any other problems to the dreaming.

Morpheus closed the book and hands it back to Lucienne. “I shall head to the waking world, Lucienne I leave you in charge of the dreaming.” He turns to Matthew. “Matthew, check and see where this wolfwalker is now and I will be with you shortly.”

“What do you plan on doing?” Matthew asks, curious to know.

“I’m going to stop it from coming after my nightmares.”

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When Y/n woke up the next day his body feels heavy and felt like he lacked sleep, even though he slept earlier than usual he still felt like it wasn’t enough, as of he was awake all day. It’s been happening a lot in the last few months and he hasn’t found a way to get it fixed or perhaps find a way to make the odd feeling go away. Instead he tried to ignore it and move on with his life.

When he gets out of bed he makes he’s to check the time on his clock before he is gathering his things and shoving them inside of his bag, getting himself ready for his morning classes that he is to take, reminding himself that he is to send his report to Professor Gadling if he is wanting to pass his class for this year. Once he is ready for the day and leaves to the bus station that takes him directly to campus, he is to stop by Gadlings classroom first in order to turn in his paper. Hes begged his professor to give him extra days to complete his assignment due to his lack of sleep and food, the man was kind enough to allow him an extra three days, spending his time completing the work along with his other assignments from other classes.

When he arrives to the empty classroom he doesn’t expect to see his Professor with company, not entirely alone. He fidgets awkwardly from where his stands until Hob takes notice of him. “Y/n, come in—sorry, I just had a friend visiting.” He nods towards the other man who stood next to him, covering his black clothing and with hair messy but also neat to his nature.

“It’s alright, I hope I wasn’t disturbing.” Y/n approached his desk, pulling out his assignments and handing it to the Professor. “I got my assignment finished and I apologize for the long wait, I couldn’t get it done on time due to lack of sleep.”

“Don’t worry, y/n. As long as you got it done that is all that matters.” Hob takes the assignment in his hand and placed it inside his book bag, distracting himself from his visitors as the stranger in black speaks up. “You haven’t been sleeping well?” He questions.

Y/n sighs deeply, shaking his head. “I’ve struggled with sleeping for awhile—perhaps insomnia but I’m not quiet sure.” He shrugs his shoulders. It’s been a few months since his sleeping schedule changed, sleeping only for a few minutes or an hour or two but still not getting enough sleep to wake up relaxed and collective. If this continued on he would have to leave college due to his grades slipping and arriving late to classes.

“I regret that if things get worse I won’t be able to come to classes anymore.” He murmurs to himself, eyes cast down as he avoids the strangers stare.

“Have you gotten any medical attention, perhaps go to a sleeping clinic?” Hob suggests, giving the younger man a worried look as Y/n clears his throat. “Not yet, but I’ll check into it. Thank you for giving me your time.” He gives a nod to his Professor and a small goodbye to the stranger before rushing out of the empty classroom, making his way to his first class of the day.

“Now I know why you wanted to be here.” Hob whispers to his old friend who stood next to him, the two watch Y/n leave the room as Morpheus says. “I expected something else, perhaps it’s the creature inside of him that is forcing him from sleeping.” He turns to face Hob. “Would you be able to keep a close eye on him during class? Just to see his behavior.” Hob raises his brows in surprise, Morpheus wasn’t one to ask for help but the endless was changing, trying to make changes in himself and to start asking for help from others.

“Of course, I’ll keep an eye on him. What do you plan to do?”

“I was planning on getting rid of the creature lurking inside him, but now that I see his conditions, I’ll have to help him find the balance between the two.”

Morpheus bids his friend a nod before disappearing back into the dreaming where he finds himself in Luciennes library. “Did you take care of the issue?” Lucienne asks, shelving books and turns to her lord. “No, but I did meet him and he isn’t in a very good state. The wolf inside of him is keeping him from sleeping properly, meaning that the two are not balanced.”

“Wolfwalkers must keep the balance if they are to work together.” Lucienne hops in.

“Yes, but like you said—what if he is the new generation of Wolfwalkers? Due to him being new he has no one to teach him how to be a wolfwalker, throwing him and the wolf off from working together. That’s something I cannot let happen.” Morpheus was pacing now, thinking hard as he tries to find a way to help the wolfwalker. His library didn’t hold much information or stories about these dreams, making it difficult for him to try and help y/n.

Matthew flies down into the library, landing on top of an empty chair as he caws at the two, getting their attention. “I don’t want to worry anyone but Y/n isn’t in good condition and if he falls asleep during class.”

“The wolf will come out.” Lucienne finished, turning to face Morpheus with a worried look. They couldn’t allow the wolf to expose itself to the human world.

“Matthew, go back to the waking and alert Hob. Let him know about Y/n and that he needs to get out of there. I think it’s time that we bring our fellow wolfwalker into the dreaming.”

The raven does as instructed, flying back to the Waking as he tries to find a way to get inside the building and warn Hob while y/n struggled to stay awake. He focused on the information in front of him, groaning to himself as he blinks his eyes only to see the room around him covered in bright colors, showing the auras of other students and teachers, startling him to a stand as his vision goes back to normal. He doesn’t know if he’s hallucinating or perhaps the lack of sleep was messing with his head. He’s been like this all day and makes the right decision to collect his things and rush out of the classroom, bag in hand as he exits the room and into the empty corridors.

Before he could walk away and perhaps head back home, he is stopped by the same stranger that was visiting his Professor Hob. He stands a few feet away from him, licking his lips nervously as he focused his attention to the floor, walking past him in a fast pace and avoiding his blue eyes.

“Y/n.”

He froze in spot, eyes widening as he looks over his shoulder to see the stranger staring him down. His hands in his pockets as he eyes him up and down. “I apologize in advance for what I am about to do.” Y/n stares confused as he opens the palm of his hand, blowing sand into his face as he stumbles back in shock. “Hey what the—“ his body goes weak, sleep taking over him as he falls forward. Morpheus catches the man in his arms, using his sand to take them back to the dreaming before the wolf inside of him makes an appearance, jumping out of his body as it lands in front of Morpheus.

The dark wolf growls at him, barring it’s fangs as it’s eyes glance towards the unconscious body in his arms and then back to the dream lord, growing protective of its own body. Morpheus tilts his head, taking notice of the behavior and says. “Their is a small bit of human inside of you.” The wolf standing before him continued to growl, stepping around him as it tries to retrieve the body back, anxious and desperate to get ahold of its vessel again.

Morpheus looks down at Y/n who sleeps with no concern or worries. When he looks back up to the wolf he frowns. “You’re abusing your own body, draining its energy without them knowing.” He explains, getting the wolfs attention as their ears pin back. “He hasn’t slept in days, you’re killing him.” The creature whimpers, afraid of losing its vessel.

“Let him rest properly and I can teach you how to balance each other. Once you learn you’ll never lose each other.” Morpheus shifts Y/n in his arms, hoping that the creature would understand and allow him to help. With some reconsider and caution the wolf let’s his guard down, ears pinned back as it approaches Morpheus, glancing at the unconscious vessel before jumping back inside, the wolf returning to its rightful owner.

Y/n breaths softly, shifting his Morpheus hold as his eyes flutter open. He squints at him with confusion. “What—?” He’s suddenly wide awake, looking around frantically and gaping at the fact that someone was holding him and surprisingly close. “Where am I?” He suddenly asks, not knowing what else to say.

Morpheus grins. “You are in the dreaming, my realm of dreams and nightmares.” He responds back. “I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the endless, I go by many names.”

Y/n opens and closes his mouth, not knowing what to say. “I think…I’m going to pass out.” His eyes rolls to the back of his head as he faints in Morpheus arms, again, the wolf inside of him comes back out, huffing in annoyance at the sight of the dream lord. Morpheus hums to himself as he carried the young man to his palace with the wolf trailing behind him, following closely and watching him from behind.

Matthew had flown back into the dreaming, ruffling his feathers as he lands on Dreams shoulder. “Sorry I wasn’t much help, boss.” The raven apologizes, unable to help with the wolfwalkers situation. “It’s alright Matthew, as long as he’s here in the dreaming, he is no threat to anyone.” When entering the palace he sends Matthew off to alert Lucienne about their visitor, reaching his chambers where he lies Y/n down on his bed.

“My lord.”

Lucienne stands by the doorway, watching the wolf with caution that stood on the opposite side of the bed, jumping up as it sniffs its own body. “The dreamer and the wolf have no balance, Lucienne.” He tells his librarian. “I must teach them how to find balance and comfort in their new lives if they are to continue living in the Waking world.”

“My lord, wouldn’t it be best that we try to find someone or something that’ll give us more information about Wolfwalkers? I understand that they haven’t been around in years, but can you really help him?” Lucienne wasn’t one to question her lords decisions but the dream lord knew that she had a point. He didn’t know much about wolfwalkers or what they need to do in order to find the balance they lack.

Morpheus simply wanted to solve the issue and get it done with, but Y/n was new to this, to everything and if it continued any further he could die from the lack of sleep and energy. He takes notice of the bags under his eyes, reaching up to push his hair back as he takes in his features, frowning at the state he is in. “Very well, we will search the library for more information. But, in the meantime he will sleep until he regains his energy.” He directs his words to the wolf who lied next to the body, watching closely as Morpheus pours sand over Y/n, allowing the other to sleep for a while longer. The wolf lies by its vessels side, not sleeping and simply watching.

“Come Lucienne, we have work to do.”

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When y/n opens his eyes the first thing he remembers is Dream. The same strange man he met when dropping off his work with his Professor, the same man who knew his name and held him in his arms when he woke up. When he woke up again he was in someone’s bed, panicking as he stumbled out of the room, not knowing what to do or say. One thing he noticed was the lack of sleep being gone, he was no longer tired or having the feeling to pass out during random times of the day. He felt lighter and fresh as if all his worries were washed away.

Y/n guided himself out of the room, quietly walking down some hallways until he reached an open area, stairs going up towards a throne that sat at the very top. It’s empty with no one sitting on top of it, instead, behind it stood Dream with his back to him. His hands holding a large book as he turns around, sensing his presences. “You’re awake.” He calls out, his voice soft and deep and it startles Y/n.

“I am.” He chokes out.

“Good.” Morpheus slams the book shut, startling the poor man and makes his way down the steps, growing closer to the other as he takes a small step back when they are face to face. “I hope you enjoyed your rest, you haven’t slept in months.” He asks.

Y/n nods slowly. “I feel refreshed? I don’t know…I haven’t slept well in so long and it felt, nice.” He shrugs his shoulders before asking. “How long was I asleep for?” He’s curious to know.

Morpheus holds the book in one hand as he answers. “You’ve been asleep for a month.”

“A month?!” Y/n blurts out in shock, eyes wide as he frantically looks around. He’s been asleep for a month, he’s missed many classes and with the end of the year approaching so quickly, shouldn’t he be dead due to him not eating anything while he slept?

“Don’t fret, the dreaming keeps you healed and stable. Your health is better and you’re able to move around more—time is faster here in the dreaming. I’m the waking you would have been asleep for at least two to three days.” He reassured the panicked man that stood before him.

Y/n doesn’t notice that he’s sighing in relief. “That’s—strange?” His eyebrows rose in questioning, suddenly remembering where he is and who he is speaking too. “Dream of the endless.”

Morpheus looks up when he hears his name escape the man’s lips.

“That is your name, correct?”

“Yes, but you may call me Morpheus.”

“Morpheus.” Y/n says his name, smiling a little as the dream lord gives him one of his rare smiles, faintly but warm. “Y/n.” He says in return. “You must be wondering why you are in the dreaming.” He suddenly goes back to the main reason as to why he was here, guiding him to the library in order to return the book to Lucienne and perhaps get further details on wolfwalkers. The two walk side by side as y/n asks. “Why am I in the dreaming?”

Morpheus sighs. “It’s difficult to explain.” He starts l, entering the library as the rows of shelves extended and the room slowly grew as they walked further inside. Y/n’s eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the new place, slowly spinning to admire the place and facing up ahead again when they come to a stop in front of Lucienne. “My lord.” She greets, turning to Y/n and giving him an acknowledged nod in return. “I’ve come to return this.” Morpheus hands her the book he held as she takes it into her own hands, smiling softly. “Thank you, my lord. Hope you were able to find what you were looking for.”

“Of course.”

Y/n averts his eyes to the rows of shelves, eyes reading the many different titles that stand in front of him. “Little wolf is awake!” He gasps in surprise when a raven flies down and lands on top of a chair in front of him. “I’ve never seen a wolfwalker before.” The other can only stare at the raven as it speaks to him, shocked at the sight of a raven speaking to him. The large bird tilts its head to the side, confused. “Is he alright?” He questions towards Lucienne and Morpheus.

“I’m good!” Y/n blurts out, giving the other two a faint smile. “Uh—it’s nice to meet you Matthew.”

“Wait, how do you know my name?” The raven asks.

“Well I—“ Y/n stops mid sentence, thinking to himself. How did he know his name? He didn’t ask the raven nor did he ask Morpheus but he remembers a faint memory. “I remember hearing your name, I was with Morpheus and we were crossing a bridge.” He mumbled out as he tries to concentrate into remembering.

“It’s the wolf inside of you, he’s allowing you to see what he saw. To remember.” He hears Morpheus say.

Y/n is still confused not understanding. “The wolf inside—what?” He looks at the others, brows furrowed and expects them to provide an explanation but nothing is given until Lucienne gives Morpheus a side glance, sighing softly as she explains. “Lord Morpheus brought you into the dreaming due to what you are, a wolfwalker.”

“A wolfwalker?”

“A dream.” Morpheus cuts in, getting the other man’s attention. “A wolfwalker is a guardian of both dreams and nightmares, your kind brought balance to my realm—guiding my dreams and nightmares to do their tasks and to complete them and if they were to ever go rogue. The wolfwalkers would be in charge of bringing them back to my realm.” The dream lord explains as the other listens. “The wolf inside of you had taken advantage of your sleep, escaping your body and terrorizing my nightmares, nothing but trouble.” He nearly sneered, irritated at the fact that his nightmares and dreams were dragged back into their realm, unable to finish their duties.

He couldn’t fully blame Y/n, he had no idea about this wolf that lurked inside nor did he have any idea that he was a wolfwalker this whole time. He’s been confused for months until now, finally getting answers to his questions.

“So, all this time—all these nights I wasn’t sleeping?” He questions.

“Your body is asleep but your spiritual presence is still awake. By morning you’re a man and by night you’re a wolfwalker.”

“How come I don’t remember this or know any of this?” Y/n’s voice grew.

Lucienne decides to step in, providing further explanation. “You and the wolf don’t have balance and the wolf inside had gone rouge. Most wolfwalkers that we’ve known for centuries had that balance that when they sleep they wake up as the wolf, their mind still wide awake and remembering everything they’ve done and seen.”

“That’s what you lack, kid.” Matthew caws out, flapping his wings as Y/n leans back against the chair. He’s taken so much information in such little time, his stomach turned into knots at the realization that he wouldn’t be a normal human again, stuck with this curse. Was it a curse or perhaps a gift? Morpheus had said that Wolfwalkers are dreams, guardians to both dreams and nightmares and guides to their duties. He looks up, face full of sorrow. “Why me? Why am I this?” He gestured to himself.

Morpheus can only shake his head. “I don’t know.” He wished that he knew why he was chosen to be a wolfwalker, why he was given this gift after hundreds of years of not seeing another wolfwalker. “But, I will help you. So, that you are able to live in both the dreaming and the waking worlds.” The dream lord wasn’t one to help others unless given a good reason too. But this man, this inexperienced and confused human being made him feel curious to know how he would cope with everything and Morpheus wished to know more about wolfwalkers.

Y/n stood silently, inhaling and then sighing deeply. His eyes are closed in concentration before they open, focusing on Morpheus as he asks. “How can I control this?”

The dream lord can’t help but to smirk. “Let me show you.”

—

Y/n spends his days in the dreaming, teaching himself control and to learn how to be a wolfwalker. The first few days were difficult since the wolf inside, refused to give him control having a mind of its own. Morpheus had urged him to try harder to take control of his other half, the wolf was him and will always be him. The first few times he gained control he couldn’t help but wake up filled with excitement as he rambled to Matthew and Lucienne who stood to the side.

Matthew let’s out a bird like laugh, proud to see the other human getting excited over something so small. Lucienne on the other hand grew impressed to see such quick development, she too was excited to see some more while Morpheus remained stoic. It was slow process but at least it was something in the endless eyes. “Again.” Was all the dream lord could say as Y/n grows determined to try again. He knows that Morpheus can’t use his sand on him in order to sleep so, he forced himself to try to sleep or perhaps have his body sleep in order to take the form of a wolf.

He struggled various times to do it, growing anxious when his body wouldn’t allow him to sleep. This was one of his biggest struggles, finding a way to command himself to become the wolfwalker without any struggle, but nothing ever worked the first few tries. When Morpheus takes notice of this he stops their training. “Don’t strain yourself, you’re still learning how to take control. For now, we rest.” The dream lord himself couldn’t be helping him all day. He was an endless with a duty, having to keep control of dreams and nightmares and ruling his own realm. He had his own job to handle.

As Morpheus walked away, Lucienne followed close behind him. Matthew had stayed behind, giving y/n a look. “Don’t worry kid, you’ll have it figured out soon.” Matthew reassured him as Y/n sat on the grass, sighing in defeat as he pulled his legs up to his chest. The raven name is later called out by Morpheus, needing his companion to help him with the waking world.

“I’ll update you on the waking.” Matthew reminds Y/n, flapping his wings and taking off into the sky as he follows after Morpheus and back to the palace. Y/n had stayed behind, sitting on the grass in an open field, he’s been told that this place was fiddlers green a place that Morpheus enjoyed visiting. It brought a peaceful feeling too all of the residences that lived in the dreaming. Not many of the residences around appreciated his presences when news spread around the dreaming that a wolfwalker was amongst them, he’d thought that wolfwalkers brought guidance and guardianship to the dreaming but he can’t forged that he wasn’t himself when the wolf took over. He understands why they feared him, afraid that the wolf inside will come out to get them, perhaps become a nightmare to the dreamers.

“You are a dream.”

He remembers Morpheus words back at the library, calling him a dream with such admiration in his voice. Morpheus hadn’t done anything to make him feel uncomfortable and hold told him that he ever wished to leave the dreaming he was more than welcome too. He wasn’t going to stop him from leaving and Y/n wasn’t going to leave. He’d rather find control over himself then struggle with sleep and have this affect his life.

Y/n had stayed behind in fiddlers green, sitting underneath a tree as he stares at the sky, mumbling to himself each cloud he sees that took a unique shape, keeping himself distracted in the meantime before he is to start again with his training, it wasn’t long until his eyes grew heavy, body growing tired as he lied his head back against the tree. His eyes falling shut as he lets the darkness take over.

He opens his eyes after a few seconds, startling himself a little as he takes notice that he’s still in Fiddlers green. He sighs in relief, dropping his head forward when he takes notice of two paws in front of him. His eyes widen when he circled himself, spotting a black tail and the body of a wolf. His biggest shock was when he sees his human body, lying back against the tree as he sleeps.

He grows curious and approaches his own body, sniffing it and hearing the soft breaths that escaped through his nose. He’s quick to back away, still in shock but also full of thrill and excitement as he laughs to himself and jumps around in the grass. The view of a wolf and a human were a lot different, but what excited him the most was the fact that he was able to gain the control that Morpheus expected of him.

He gives his sleeping body one last glance and then he’s running. Running through the meadow, jumping over rivers and rolling in the grass, body full of joy and excitement as he continued, feeling like a child all over again. It wasn’t until he hears a faint whimper, ears perking in alert as he stopped his rolling. He stood still until he hears the same whimper again, causing him to stand up properly and shaking the grass and dirt off his fur and followed his instinct, walking into the trees as he sniffs the air. The sound of whimpers grow closer as he circled around a tree, all of a sudden he’s in his towns park, not too far away from where he lived.

He’s startled by the sudden change of scenery, he was no longer in the dreaming but in the waking world. His town is dark and the moonlight shined over, while the street lights glowed into the dark, providing light to anyone that roamed the streets. He takes a step forward to check and see if anyone else was around but no sign of humans were spotted, leaving the park empty. He lets relief wash over him, lifting his head to sniff the air again when he gets the whiff of a strange but strong smell coming from his left, he can see a purple aura guiding him away from the park and into a quiet neighborhood.

He’s running after the scent, hiding every once an awhile whenever a car drove by or when he thought people were roaming the streets, hiding between alleys and climbing up balcony’s as he found his way into the rooftops, giving him a better view of where the scent was coming from. He jumps from one roof to another until he finally reached his destination, peaking inside an open window to see a young child whimpering in their sleep, clutching their covers tight in their small hands.

A whimper escapes him, worry filling him inside as he climbed through the window and crawled around the bed until he reached the opposite end where the child was facing. He watched the child in worry, lying his head close to the child, his wet nose nuzzling against their hand until he feels it. A warm rush through his body as he gasped, finding himself inside the child’s dream. He can see the child frightened to start their first day at school, afraid of being alone with no friends to make.

Y/n watched the child’s dream turn into a nightmare, noticing the nightmare that he’s seen around in the dreaming, whispering such fears to the child’s ears. It boils his heart to see such innocent eyes grow with fear, growling in anger, wanting to drag the nightmare back into the dreaming and away from the child.

“A wolfwalker is a guardian, not only do they protect the dreamers but they also guide dreams and nightmares.”

He hears Morpheus’ words at the back of his head, growling softening as he remembers. He was a protector, yes, but also a guide to both nightmares and dreams. He was to guide this nightmare at a different direction, perhaps one that wouldn’t frighten the child anymore. He held his head up high as he walks forward, approaching the frightened child and the nightmare that stood behind the child, black eyes taking notice of him as they looked up, glaring harshly at him.

Y/n stops in his tracks, sitting down in front of the nightmare. “That’s enough.” He says, earning a sharp grin from the nightmare. “What will the mutt do?” It challenges.

Y/n glares in return. “A nightmares duty is to show them what they fear most, not they must over come it in the waking world.” He didn’t know how he knew this but it sounded right. The nightmares grins falters, frowning as they straight up, knowing their own duty. The nightmare glanced down at the child who approached the school building, full of fear still.

Y/n stands from his spot, approaching the nightmare. “They will find their own way around this nightmare. You did your duty now it’s time to move onto the next dreamer.” This gets the nightmares attention, nodding in understanding as they followed him out of the child’s dreams. When Y/n opens his eyes and pulls away from the sleeping child, the nightmare I standing next to him as they too, watched the child sleep.

The wolfwalker steps away from the bed, smiling to himself. “Back to the dreaming.” He tells the nightmare as the two leave the house and into the dark streets of his hometown, guiding the nightmare back to the dreaming realm. The trip back is silent between the two when they arrive, Y/n takes notice of Morpheus standing alone in the dark sand, his hands behind his back as he waits for the two.

Y/n’s ears fall back, not sure if Morpheus was upset with him or not. He stops a few feet away from the dream lord, the nightmare standing next to him gives Morpheus a respectful bow before they leave Y/n’s side and head towards the golden doors that opened into the dreaming. The wolfwalker swallows nervously as he glanced up to see Morpheus staring down at him, his expression stoic and hard to read.

“I—I’m sorry.” Y/n whispers out, head lowering down in shame.

“For what? For guiding a nightmare back to the dreaming without causing any harm. For protecting a child of a nightmare that they are to comfort in the real world?” Morpheus speaks up, getting his attention. “You’re duty as a wolfwalker is to guide and protect and that is what you did.” The dream lords lips twitch into a faint smile, his hands behind his back. “You're learning, but perhaps you will make a good wolfwalker.”

Y/n’s eyes lighten, smiling in return. Perhaps being a wolfwalker in the dreaming wasn’t such a bad thing.

[jell-o101]

HEY Y'ALL! Here's three things that I like to do in this glorious time of the year to get myself in the spooky autumn mood (I would go walking in the woods but I live in a terrible part of Southern California where a forest is illegal in nature and its nothing but freaking desert everywhere).

Here's movie to watch that has autumn spook vibes! (Two beautiful suggestions made by the same company)

Do you like the idea of a feral magical child who's spirit comes out of her sleeping body in the form of a wolf and befriends the daughter of a hunter, who is trying to eradicate all wolves by orders of the imperialistic British Christian man? Then maybe you'll like Wolfwalkers!

Or if maybe you like two children who need to get back home, a lighthouse, to get a selkie, a seal that can turn into a person, to sing so they can send all the fairies home to the islands of Tir Na nOg across the sea? The maybe you'll like Song of the Sea!

If you wanna watch a series, may I recommend Over the Garden Wall!

Maybe you'll like the story of two step brothers who are lost in these mysterious woods where they encounter strange people and creatures. There are dancing pumpkins, talking birds, and a malignant beast of darkness waiting for them to get even more lost. This is a perfect spooky show to watch!

Or maybe you'd rather play a game? You HAVE to try out Night in the Woods!

A young girl comes back home after quitting college to hang out with old friends again when they accidentally discover that something wicked is going on in the old town they live it, including strange cryptic messages left behind by her long passed grandfather.

Maybe you like to cook, so maybe you can make a pumpkin soup! (Last year I made a pumpkin herring pie from Kiki's delivery service). I found a TikTok for a chunky version of said recipe!

I have yet to make this sometime soon. Recommend other comforting autumn activities if you have any! Music to listen to, crafts to do, foraging to be done, or food to be made!

[lonely-lighthouse-keeper]

JOURNAL OF THE LIGHTHOUSE STATION AT CACHALOT COVE

[[ log 48 ]]

~Partly Cloudy Conditions All Day, Slight Drizzle 1420-1600~

~Wind Speeds Up to12 km/h~

Time of writing this log is 2154

Duties done at the station:

𓇼 Fog Watch

𓇼 Polishing of the Glass

𓇼 Mail Check

as it turns out, word had gotten around that the keeper of cachalot cove was looking for some movie recomendations! i have placed a letter down below, writter by @skipper-the-selkie

Well my friend, I like to think myself quite the movie enthusiast. Here's my list for you, a lighthouse keeper who is 100% human *Song of the sea - this has no real people in it, it is animated. a boy goes on a journey through Ireland to help his sister who is a selkie and save the spirit world. * The secret of Roan Inish - I haven't watched this one, and don't know the plot, but I've heard good things! * The little mermaid - a young mermaid trades her voice for human legs to seek her true love. there is an animated version and a live-action one. Personally I feel that it doesn't quite fit the realities of the mermaid world, at least where I'm from. Not that I would know, of course. Haha! Ahem. * Wolfwalkers - this is another animated film from the same people who made song of the sea. Its absolutely beautiful, one of my favourites. * Barbie - if you haven't heard, this film is brand new and very popular right now! I loved it to pieces, although I don't know how you would feel about it. Best to be up to date with everything though, eh? Thats all I could think of now, friend! I hope you enjoy them, if you do in fact decide to watch them. ~~Skipper, definitely 100% human not a selkie nope

Dearest Skipper,

I thank thee for the reccomendations! I am much fascinated by the mermaid movie, and the selkie movie as well! I've heard that humans have stories and tales aboout them, but never figured they would becoming moving pictures! Much to learn, much to learn.

𓇼 Song of the Sea~~ I will start off by saying what delightful and beautiful pictures this was! I very much disliked the little boy, strange thing, and poor Saoirse having to deal with him. I did also enjoy the fact that the dad was a lighthousekeeper! Made myself feel a tad bit more noticed. The grandmother, reminded me very much about both of mine, in the way how they both deeply care about their grandchildren, always have tea, and the overal look matched one of my grandmothers when they're on land. There was feelings of comfort and pain as well, hearing the song in the begining being sung in the Gaelic Language. It is not often that those of backgrounds like these are even slightly represented. I do not talk about this to many, but my family came from the Western Slavic regions, and although my father has done much to keep our roots away from me, there is still a connection that I wish to keep. A splendid movie nonetheless!

I only had time to watch that one today, however I shalt tackle the one about the mermaids tomorrow!

May the Seas Guide You~~

[docholligay]

As a Children’s Story for Children: Wolfwalkers

Age I was told midge should be: 7ish

Quick review: Not unenjoyable, but ultimately a bit more bland and Irish Ferngully than I was wanting and looking for. I think I expected too much of it, honestly. Not bad, though! Loved the art style.

Longer review:

I had such a hard time watching this as a seven year old because, I don’t use my phone when I watch things, which I do recommend because you notice things and gravitate toward, I think, better things, but unfortunately I have just enough grasp of the history of the area to sit there the entire time and go, “Lord Protector? Wait is this guy supposed to actually be Oliver fucking Cromwell? Did they use Lord Protector otherwise? Cromwell was a complete dick to everyone who had exactly one good idea (and it was a great one)  so I would be unsurprised. Is the year right? I feel like it is but now I don’t trust myself.” But not enough grasp of the history to actually resolve that in my mind up until the end when he was being weird and religious while dangling off a cliff and I was like, “Yeah, I’m almost sure that’s supposed to be Oliver Cromwell”*

Love the animation on this one! I would like to broadly see more diversity in styles of animation, and that’s not me particularly hating on other styles (though I do hate the bean mouth big eye rounded thing that’s so fucking popular now, even if I love the show itself) but it feels like you have three choices right now. But this I REALLY liked, and I loved how in some parts you coil.d even see the sketches underlaying the finished character. 

The story is not bad! But it’s VERY common. I mean, this has a different skin on it, and this is not me saying Cromwell’s time in Ireland wasn’t a garbage shitshow nightmare, but this is a very common kids’ story. I used Ferngully, but you see the motif of “person is part of the oppressor and learns to identify with the oppressed” come up over and over again. This is not to say that it is BAD. I am not saying that. But I am saying that Wolfwalkers did not, story wise, blow my mind and break new ground. Pretty much all of it hit the exact story beats I was expecting. 

One thing I did GENUINELY like, was showing that Robyn and her father are also victims of an absoltuely fucking insane government. And that her father could be a dick genuinely because he loves Robyn, and is afraid for her. I loved that it could make her father INTENSELY frustrating while refusing to coindemn him, and I think that is, storywise, its real master stroke. It walks that line REALLY beautifully. 

I laughed at her name literally being Robyn Goodfellow, I know as a kid I would not pick up on that but an amazing touch, especially since we know there’s no way in hell she’s not going to Learn A Vaulable Lesson about the value of the forests and the wolves and all that. 

Interesting to watch it and know that the wolves are going to be wiped out in less than 100 years, too, I’m fairly certain. So in Robyn and Mebh’s lifetime, they’ll basically see their entire pack killed, assuming they aren’t killed themselves. And if Jewlet turned to me and asked, ‘Id be like, “No they did in fact kill every single wolf in Ireland.” 

More than being interested in this story in itself, this movie made me open to the idea of watching Secret of Kells, which I’ve heard is very good but unfortunately was much hyped by one of the most annoying people I’d ever known so I skipped the fuck out of it, and perhaps I am now ready for reconciliation and healing. 

In all: Perfectly acceptable and enjoyable with a neat art style, but ulatimately a very standard kid’s story with an Irish coat of paint. Which could be neat if your kids have a lot of Irish heritage--God knows I would be singing the praises of This Exact Same Story But Jewish Tho as if it were the most remarkable tale on earth--but being have only what is statistically mandated by being a Montana Mutt, that’s not enough for it to be a must see for Jewlet. 

*I broke down and googled it the next morning. Definitely supposed to be Cromwell.

[clarktooncrossing]

Giraffe's Eye View | Prehistoric Planet REVIEW (and Rant+)

Hey there people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Clark, here with a fun fact about myself.

I.

LOVE.

DINOSAURS!

Granted, so does everybody else on the planet, but how can you not? They've been a part of our imagination for so long, an enigma of time we can never fully understand, a chapter of a long forgotten history when titans trekked across the planet, and the inspiration for hundreds of great movies, television shows, video games, comic books, and theme park rides! Ask anyone and they'll tell you the exact moment they fell in love with dinosaurs. For some it was seeing the original Jurassic Park in cinemas back in 1993, shaking in their seats as the T-Rex erupted from its enclosure! For others it was when catching reruns of Walking with Dinosaurs on TV, rooting for Big Al as he desperately tried to survive a harsh world. Maybe Barney stole your heart when you were younger, following him into the Land of Make Believe where he'd remind you that any dream is achievable. Or maybe you're into really obscure crap like Hallmark's made-for-TV movie Dinotopia, the 90s cartoon Denver the Last Dinosaur, Phil Tippet's stop-motion short Prehistoric Beasts, any of the follow ups to Walking with Dinosaur, there's so much dinosaur media out there that it'd take me 65 million years to cover them all! It's why today I'll be covering just one.

I remember how frustrated I was when I first saw trailers for Prehistoric Planet. Not because it didn't look good. On the contrary, it looked incredible! The effects felt like the natural evolution of Walking with Dinosaurs, crafting creatures as realistic as one can make'm. On top of that it featured narration by David Attenborough, the main man behind Planet Earth who can somehow say 'arse' without making it sound silly. Not only was he narrating over footage of breathtaking beasts, he was narrating over a score by Hans Zimmer! Y'know, the guy behind the music of The Lion King? Yeah, that guy! No doubt he was brought over by Jon Favreau, the Iron Man and Elf director turned this show's Executive Producer. If I were to guess, he brought all of the knowledge he accumulated while working in Simba's Pride Lands to the time of ancient reptiles. Unlike that piece of Hakunah Makaka though, I was actually excited for this! So what was the problem?

Apple TV+. This show was exclusive to a platform I didn't have run by a company I barely tolerate. It was bad enough they were hording all the Peanuts specials and Wolfwalkers, but now this? Why did everything I enjoy have to be taken by Steve Job's Apple Store of Doom!? For that matter, why was this service even called Apple TV+? Heck, why does every streaming channel end with a plus now? Disney already annoyed me when they named their service that instead of something more creative like 'The Disney Vault' or 'The Digital World of Disney', now every other company was trying to ride their coattails. Just wait, when we're inevitably charged for going to a public bathroom, they'll call the program Toilet+! In any case, my salvation came via a Pizza Hut gift ad given to me by my family last Christmas. After using the $25 gift card to buy one pizza, the Hut's app offered me a month free trial of Apple TV+. Having a real 'screw it' moment, I elected to try out the free month.

Which is pretty stupid in hindsight considering I got Wolfwalkers and the other two Cartoon Saloon movies on DVD that same Christmas and I already owned Blu-Ray copies of the classic Peanuts Holiday specials. Remember folks, I never said I was smart, I only said I liked dinosaurs. As such, what did I think of this show?

Happy to say; it delivers what the trailers promised. This show is what happens when you mix Walking with Dinosaurs with Planet Earth, Attenborough's narration being a highlight as per usual. He brings a level of class to anything he's commenting on, even a Deinocheirus taking a massive dump. Insert obligatory Jurassic Park joke here.

AND FOR ANYBODY JUMPING AHEAD: NO! THE SHOW ISN'T CRAP. THIS IS JUST FOR A JOKE!

It's also to help illustrate a weird point about this show: they do not shy away from the dino love-making or crap-taking. It's Dinos After Dark! Granted they showed this kind of stuff back on Walking with too, but it was just as disgusting there. Especially since the Deinocheirus eats where he poops. If you're thinking of enjoying a tasty bowl of popcorn while enjoying this, I'd recomend you wait until after Episode 3 aka Freshwater.

Those of you who have seen the Planet Earth series will recognize the naming convention here. Instead of going through the Triassic, Jurassic, and Cretaceous to see how dinosaurs evolved over time, this show sticks to the late Cretaceous while showing how far stretched the dinosaurs war. A pack of Secernosaurus struggle to find water in dunes made out of gypsum, we find out the Tyrannosaurs could beat you in a swimming contest, a troupe of triceratops are forced underground, one episode even sees how dinosaurs survived the cold.

I was actually super eager to see this episode, as a friend and I argued over the logistics of over-grown reptiles surviving in a snowy landscape. A quick Google search revealed that these early drafts of birds were indeed warm blooded, so I could totally buy them enduring the cold. Even if they couldn't, it looks freak'n cool! Pun intended, of course.

Really my one complaint about this series is how tame it is. When you watched Walking with Dinosaurs, or really any nature documentary, it's hard to guess what's going to happen. Will the baby antelope escape the hungry lion's claws? Will that one panda find a mate before the season's over? Will future generations have the privilege of ever seeing a rhino again? Most importantly, how did the people holding the camera get these magnificent shots? One cameraman working on Planet Earth had to live in a literal mountain of crap for weeks while filming cockroaches. Thinking about it gives makes my skin crawl. Even then that's nothing compared to the massive undertaking that is filming snow leopards. Not to say I want any people producing this to be in actual danger, but the Walking series at least simulated this aspect by having the creatures interact with the camera. Saliva would coat the lens after a T-Rex roared at it, it'd be knocked over after a adolescent Indricotherium charged at it, that sort of thing. This makes what's happening on screen feel natural. Here it all feels too choreographed and planned. There's no real edge. Still, I'd take this over any of the newer Jurassic Park movies any day. This doesn't make it feel my braincells are being smothered with a pillow before getting repeatedly kicked in their metaphorical crotches.

In conclusion, dinosaur lovers will surely love this. The effects will leave you speechless, David Attenborough's voice is a welcomed boost of nostalgia, and the variety of dinosaurs on display should satisfy any paleontology fan. That is assuming this all is accurate, which is getting harder to judge these days. Just wait, come tomorrow some bone-digging bozo is gonna say T-Rex was actually more of a giant woodpecker or somethin'. Until that happens, take a trip back and enjoy watching how life survived this Prehistoric Planet.

By the way, wanna read more rants against streaming services? Then check out my review of Spy x Family to see me complain about Hulu while gushing over how cute Anya forger is. Until then, may the glasses be with you!

NEXT TIME ON GIRAFFE'S EYE VIEW...

[brichan132]

So I was going to do a little real of that cuphead song by fandorid with aus I made…

I HAVE OVER 18 HTTYD AUS

Side note: hiccup name for any of my modern aus involving him are normally henrik, besides on where their name is Helka… I will tell you which one it is.

To list them all is this:

Toothless makes a deal with the moon and henrik “hiccup” haddock is half possessed by his past life

Age of dragons is the max out dipper angst au, + dipper being a homeless person for two years… and it being set in a post post apocalyptic world.

Eldritch god hiccup au (technically, he still a god but eldritch is a little uncertain)

Autumn spirit au (aka sad man hours)

Fire spirit au (aka chaotic teen hours)

Robot au (hiccup is a robot built for fighting but he decided no, no fighting for me and goes awal)

Dipper and Mabel’s mom is a hiccup reincarnation, who’s name is Helka haddock

Saving black is feral, experimented on half dragon hiccup au

Dnd au, where hiccup is a Durid rogue who’d much rather hide than fight when it comes to anything besides his forest and friends.

An au where hiccup and toothless share the same body because grimmel killing all the nightfuries, making the boy suffer from having dragon related stuff grow on him… like scales

Mabel and dipper in httyd, but with time travel, and their 14.

Wolfwalker au, but modern day and it’s with a human toothless than with hiccup.

NUFFINK, THE MAGE au

Swap au with a twist tm (aka books are also in their so human windwaker, and toothless and windwaker are twins)

Book hiccup wonders around berk and place that need him, as he is the spirit of freedom…

Hiccup reincarnated into dipper, and meets toothless

Hiccup and the rest of berk goes underground and later dipper finds the settlement and meets his cousin, Herleif.

Dipper is a puppet recreation of hiccup that woke up one day and ran from the workshop he was made in, meeting Mabel and henrik.

TECHNICALLY LIAM AND HIKS, THE PEOPLE I CREATED TO REPRESENTS ROTG (Liam) AND HTTYD (Hiks) FANDOMS.

HICCUP, TOOTHLESS, AND 2012 MIKEY ARE IN HYRULE WITH PEICES OF THE TRI-FORCE

And finally, at number 21, and the one I’m currently working on is this.

Cult of the dragon au, where human toothless is the older brother of henrik haddock, and there is a cult stalking them as they believe that Viking hiccup, and by extension henrik, is a god among men. This au is maxed out hiccup angst, as boy am I psychologically torturing this kid/teen.

21 aus, and I think I have more and I am not looking for the rest of them.

[obscurebelief]

Waking Up Different (WolfWalkers AU)

Well, maybe that random angry dog bite he got should've been looked at. But his ma didn't believe or like hospitals or doctors for that matter. So he couldn't exactly get help without her knowing.

So Credence suffered through a burning bite and nightmares that any sane person that wasn't a crazy Second Salemer would think he was getting rabies the longer he put things off. Feverish was both a blessing and a curse.

And suddenly, one night. He slept.

Something that he still can't recall woke up the second salem boy. Only problem was his vision was very off. He could smell and see scents or auras or something. And his hands were dark paws. And he looked at himself sleeping in a poorly made bed with thin sheets. He was a panic.

But thankfully he ran out in a panic. Managing to break open the doors like they were made of paper. He heard the cries and screams behind him but he didn't look back.

Running on all fours was a nightmare, the smells hurt his nose, his ears heard everything. Screeching of tires, the frightened sounds of horses. The screams of people as they witnessed the biggest wolf that probably made the wolves at Central Park zoo look like small dogs.

He ran on and on until he found the quiet subway and curled up, whimpering and crying. Tail around him. Thankfully feeling warm. Looking at the reflections around and seeing the brown eyed dark wolf staring back with the same terror that he felt. He was a wolf. Werewolf? Maybe? He didn't feel rabid or out of control. Just afraid.

He almost didn't hear the steps getting closer over his whimpers and sobs.

"Oh Credence, what have I done to you?" It was a familiar voice.

Credence looked up in more fear and stared at the face of a worried Mr. Graves. "Help me! Please help me" He whimpered, begging.

"Shhh shh, it's okay. You're safe okay. I'll sort this out somehow" He accidentally bit the boy. Having a bad day at work gave no excuse to hurt the boy who only tried to help him. Hands ran through soft fur, much younger and softer than his own rough fur. "Where is your body?"

"Second Salem Church"

Well, that was going to be frustrating. He rubs his temples but thankful his boy leans into the hands and pets. "I'm sorry that I did this to you. I was having a bad day and you caught me at my worst time. No excuse, I know. But I am still so sorry. I'll fix this okay?"

The problem with a Wolfwalker bite is there is no cure outside of death and he wasn't exactly going to let MACUSA kill the boy for his own mistake.

All the boy could do was live with it. Which was hard given how big the boy was in this form and couldn't pass off as a normal 'husky' like Graves could with the right bit of magic.

Still he handled it... for a time. Until he wound up having enough of his Ma's beatings and killed her in a full on wolf form and nearly killed Chastity and thankfully narrowly avoided Modesty.

Leaving New York and living in the woods was easier. Wolf when he slept, human when he was awake. It wasn't the hardest. He avoided people best he could as a wolf, more so as a person.

Having sharper teeth and sometimes growled or whined due to being more of a woods wolf over a city one. Percival visits to check in on Credence, just to make sure the boy was okay still. It always was. But he prefers solitude, and only heals or uses magic when he has to. Mostly on people that got lost in his woods or hurt by some other animal.

[mugmegan]

Happy New Years!

This is just self reflection for future me to read but anyone who sees this is free to read if they want.

Not gonna lie, in my timezone new years was 12 hours ago but I didnt want to write this then and I dont have much to write since 2022 was kinda eh for me. Though it was definitely better than previous years so hopefully that means I am on the road of progress? I just felt happier overall compared to the past.

2022 was marked by my passion for art growing rather than what was supposed to be more important which is starting my first year of uni. I expected univercity to be more, uhhhh...idk advanced? It just turned out to be highschool with extra steps or overall just felt like highschool because my classes were unsurprisingly not very advanced cause its first year I guess. Didnt feel like I leveled up my education at all. Kinda dissapointing to be honest but I am hoping it will get better as uni gets more complicated.

I feel like my understanding of the world grew a bunch but not enough to feel like a put together person yet.

Unironically I am gonna remember this year for art and animation. Its kinda dumb and emberrasing but I cant joke about it because it is just that true. I dont think its a bad thing but it would definitely be better if some of the things I valued the most were my own creations and efforts rather than other people's. Feels like I didnt give anything to this year to make it my own.

I read some books and fanfiction that I liked. And I looked at a lot of art people made and tried to improve my own through that.

Some stuff I saw this year were: Look Back, Chainsaw Man(manga and anime), Mob Psycho 100(anime), Spy x Family(manga and anime), Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid(anime), Tomm Moore's irish mythology trilogy (Secret of Kells-Song of the Sea-Wolfwalkers), Guellirmo del Toro's Pinocchio and The Tale of Princess Kaguya.

I loved all of this stuff and I think they all deserve a look back.

I dont know if I made any progress with family stuff. It feels the same. Maybe I managed to be closer with my parents?

Yeah thats about it.

[do-notfolow]

Things that helped me get through 2022

I love art. I love music, I love stories, I love words. I'm not going to say this year was terrible, because I'm trying to be more sensible and optimstic, but it certainly had its lows. So, here are a few things that got me through these times, and a list of recommendations to anyone who's reading it (thank you):

Songs:

seven-the long pond studio session - Because of course I'm still obsessed with this song. I sing it in my head whenever I'm scared and this year I couldn't get over the live version. It makes me happy.

Better Man (Taylor's Version) - It's not that top on my Top 100 Songs of 2022, but it was a great comfort when I was going through a breakup with someone I had high hopes for.

The Sailor Moon's theme song (in Japanese) - It feeds my inner child and hopeless romantic. Listening to it feels like coming home.

Books:

The Dreamer Trilogy / Maggie Stiefvater - No, it wasn't as good as the og series and yes, I have so many problems with the last book. However, I spent the whole year looking forward to October when I finally read it. It gave me more time with Adam Parrish, my beloved. Plus, it was good (especially the first two) and I love Declan and Jordan and Hennessey so so so so so much.

The Starless Sea / Erin Morgenstern - The best book I read this year, it's the evermore of books. It wasn't even on my tbr, I just picked it up randomly. Life's full of joyful happenstances.

King of Scars Duology / Leigh Bardugo - What if I said I liked this more than the Six of Crows duology? I wasn't even sure about reading the first book because I wasn't impressed with Crooked Kingdom, but then Nikolai shone through with his Mirrorballism and I couldn't stop reading.

TV Shows:

She-Ra and The Princesses of Power - Sheer excellence. It's gay and there are cats (normal & a lesbian humanoid cat), what could be better? I just love these type of children's show (like this and ATLA) and the way they're able to talk about difficult topics in a more gentle way.

The Disastours Life of Saiki K - I watched it 3 days when I had covid and it made me feel a lot better. It's entertaining and endearing.

Sweet Tooth - Actually, I watched it at the end of 2021 but, God, I haven't stopped thinking about it. I thought it was going to be so bad, but it had wholesome found-family and a genuinely brilliant plot.

Movies:

The Son - Awfully depressing. I love watching people's agonizing descent toward the dark pit of depression and madness. This film was very moving and Zen McGrath is a very astonishing actor.

Wolfwalkers - I would sell my soul to watch this movie for the first time again. The animation was top-tier, there's gay subext. The only time I liked werewolves and didn't find them cringe.

Spencer - One of the first films I watched this year and my mind always harks back to it and the conversation I had with my mum in which she says "[Princess Diana] was kind of annoying," and I replied "Well, she had depression and an eating disorder." This film spoke to me the same way The Son did, I appreciate the representation of mental illnesses and the lack of romancisation of them.

[araminakilla]

ToH Theory: Fantastic diseases and how to deal with them

Curses, a very ancient concept. Malign spells that were casted by demons, witches and even holy people (take for example St. Patrick and the Wolfwalkers). Of all the takes they could go when featuring them, one of them is treating the curse as if it was an illness, a terminal one in the majority of cases.

And this is the take The Owl House is using.

From season one, we could see the parallels with Eda and her elixirs, the high prices that requires to get them and how they are not working anymore, as the curse get stronger. And this can be confirmed by Eda's statement:

"No one likes having a curse, but if you take the right steps, it's manageable"

But we are not only seeing the effects and hardships that the curse takes on Eda, but we are also seeing the reactions of the people close to her: Luz and King.

For King, it is a surprise that Eda didn't tell him about her predicament as they were living in the same house and the saying "us weirdos stick together" implies that is in good and bad times, including if one gets sick or weak. So Eda's secret would break that saying, even if she did it to protect him.

As for Luz, the poor latina is the more affected by this because she sees the Owl Lady as more than a mentor and teacher. She's her second mother, one that gets her quirks and appreciation for her hobbies. Camila is good mother and unique in her own way but Eda is also special, and to see someone you deeply care about being sick and getting worse each day is very painful for her.

Things get worse when Eda loses her magic when trying to save Luz from her own sister, becoming an owl beast and loses her identity as the curse takes over. Not only that but it gets worse when the human girl has not other option but to blow up the portal (Eda's only way to have a job no one in the Boiling Isles has and the one she's her own boss) to save her world.

This actually gets focus in "Separate Tides" as we see how Luz considers herself a burden because she's the reason the Owl Lady lost her magic, one of the things she was very proud of and now she doesn't have a job and most likely isn't getting one in the future as her curse still prevails, the same can be said about Lilith.

And because she wants to stop "being a burden" as she puts it, Luz get involved in jobs that could get herself killed, only caring that Eda will get a better future, even if she's not in it.

When she opens up to Eda in the cave, the witch tells her that she doesn't need to do that, that punishing herself with dangerous jobs isn't going to make the situation better.

To Eda, having Luz the human in her life makes her existence better. And Luz almost cries, needing to hear that from her maternal figure.

Speaking of teenagers with parental figures, in the same episode we have the introduction of one character that, as talked in other posts, is going to be the human girl's counterpart. One that is very skilled at magic and is on the Emperor's side... literaly speaking.

The Golden Guard 

Just like Belos, we don't know a lot of things about this guy. We know he's the Emperor's right hand man, has 16 years and does many things teenagers of his age would do, according to Dana's drawings and retweets.

The thing we still don't know (and one that I'm pretty sure will be relevant this season) is his relationship with the Emperor.

For some clues in the show and out of it, he seems to have a close relationship with the ruler, from being next to his throne to know some things very few people would know about Belos, like the fact that he has hair or what his staff is made of.

It's still not clear why Belos trusts this teen to do things that are the job of an adult but reasons aside, the boy must believe he's very special and that the ruler has an appreciation towards him, as Lilith said he gets "special treatment" not to mention he's the only one apart from the Emperor who has a mechanical staff, driving their similarities more closer.

As said before, we still don't know if Belos is a good mentor to G. Guard or if he's abusive or absent. What we can assume is that they have a student-mentor relationship similar to Luz and Eda and as a teenager looking for his own identity, Belito is probably looking up to the Emperor as a type of parental figure because the ruler made him feel worthy of his current position in the Emperor's Coven.

He probably wants to prove himself to Belos each time he gets a mission and loves when the Emperor gives his approval to him.

But there is also the question: If he loves doing his job and getting privileges that many kids and even powerful witches can only dream of... why is he tired?

As mentioned above, he's in a position that is very close to the Emperor, from being next to his throne to seeing things like...

This

If we assume the theory that this is Belos suffering from some curse, then the parallels to Eda become more stronger than ever.

Here is a very powerful witch of the Boiling Isles, yet powerless at the same time when trying to fight the curse. Even in the first season this is apparent, as his debut has him resting his head on his palm, breathing heavily.

In pain, and Goldie is next to him, seeing all of that.

As many people speculated, the talismans that Belos breaks and absorbs are what are keeping him stable, managing his current pain.

But like Eda's elixirs, this isn't curing the curse. In fact, the curse is getting worse and maybe someday palismans won't be enough.

This would not only be the ruler's principal concern, but the boy's worst fear. The powerful mentor that trusts you to have the same magic as him and offers you a very important position despite your age, now seeing each day said parental figure in your young life decay, to the point of some day dying a painful death. This would not only be traumatic for Belito, but it can cause some effects on him similar to the ones Luz has.

For her, is being always guilty. For him, it would be feeling very tired. Tired of seeing his mentor losing control over his body, scream in agony, getting weaker and pretending (the two of them) to be fine, because if word gets out of his current state, everything will fall as many rebels and detractors would gather, attack the castle and they won't have any mercy.

Tired of being considered a prodigy and still don't be capable of saving his parental figure, not knowing what to do and what to obtain other than palismans. Tired of capturing wild witches and their familiars knowing that won't be enough to help the emperor's situation.

Tired of his job, tired of being in the castle seeing the effects of the curse, tired of being incapable to do something. Tired of almost everything.

Maybe he uses his silly personality and messing with other people as a way to cope with what is happening in his life (I'm not saying he isn't really that way, but that he doesn't show what is bothering him to others). He definetly likes being outside the castle, having his mind occupied with other things.

I wouldn't be surprised that, if it's true that Goldie cares for Belos, he would feel that it's his fault that his mentor is in constant pain. Very unlikely, but he's just a teenager after all.

And considering that Belos has an onmiscient aura, maybe he knows how the boy feels and there could be two options:

1. If he doesn't care about him and only is a key to a future conquest then it's possible for the ruler to tell the teen that yes, in a way this is his fault, all with the objetive of having Belito be always loyal to him and using the guilt as a way of getting better at his tasks.

2. If he somehow cares about the boy's feelings and actually has a soft spot for him, he won't say a word as he would better not speak of his situation, being in a sort of denial, maybe thinking that the upcoming "Day of Unity" will solve things and cure him. So no, he doesn't think that Goldie is guilty for what is happening to him, but he doesn't say that to him directly, so the boy is still with the question in his mind.

If it turns out that the two of them really care for each other deep down, just like Luz and Eda, then the situation would be heartbreaking, not to mention we are going to see another way of how someone young copes with their loved one having a disease that it's bothering not only them but those around them.

Luz and Eda are open to the idea of talking about their feelings regarding the curse. Goldie and Belos would be the opposite.

And considering that one upcoming episode is tittled "Hunting Palismen" it would be less that and more like "Getting Medicines" only that said medicines will escape from you and some people will try to protect them.

Curses, who says they only affect the people who have them?

[l-anna-art]

Please tell us more about how Tomura feels about wolf Izuku. It’s hilarious to think he adores wolf izuku yet hates human izuku.

Their first meeting was quite special, if you will. Tomura argue with a random guy and was about to snap his five fingers in his face when something growled behind him. As he turned around, he wasn't really expecting to see a big, dark, green-haired beast coming out of the shadows, showing its fangs, although he thought it was pretty cool. When the animal approached, the other guy ran away and Tomura just stood there like an idiot. There was a long exchange of glances between the both as Izuku slowly passed him to run away in the alley. Finally, Tomura had completely forgotten about the random guy and just went home dazed, which worried Kurogiri a bit.

For the next few days, he thought he had simply dreamed, but he ended up running into the wolf again. From then on, he gradually became obsessed with the animal, especially while searching for information and finding all the stories about the wild wolf that made fun of the heroes chasing him. The fact that Sensei was also curious and interested in the animal made it worse, and Tomura started to actively search it.

From his point of view, he finds the wolf so cool and much more interesting than most people outside his Sensei. Green has become one of his favorite colors, and when Izuku finally lets himself be petted, Tomura wants it. That's when he starts calling Izuku his familiar and tries to bring it back with him.

So, when he comes to the USJ and sees the green-haired kid who wants to play the hero, he feels personally attacked (not because he made the connection, just because the kid wears the same colors as his wolf and he can't catch him) And when Izuku starts to heal Eraserhead, he becomes mad.

When All For One later explains to him what a Wolfwalkers is and the green-haired kid fits the requirements perfectly, Tomura feels betrayed and angry at first, but he calms down. If he could catch the human version of the wolf, he would finally make him see the truth.

[jell-o101]

It's St. Paddy's Day, and as a Cartoon Saloon fan, instead of talking about his time in jail, lets talk about two of the many interesting stuff St. Patrick was said to have done in myths! First of all, he wasn't Irish. He was British. He said an Angel came to him while in captivity to preach Christianity to Ireland. So once he did, many myths sprung up of him since then. One was briefly mentioned in Wolfwalkers and the other was the Pagan Goddess Crom Cruach who is the antagonist of Secret of Kells!

He was said to have banished Crom Cruach to hell since the old Pagan Goddess was said to be evil because sacrifices were demanded in favour of prosperity.

Here is Crom in Secret of Kells attacking Brendan, who needs the crystal eye to make holy intricate images in The Book of Kells. It was said that Crom was depicted as a golden figure in the center of a stone circle and was later described as a large worm, snake, or dragon like monster by Christianity to demonize the Pagan Goddess.

In another myth, it was said that St. Patrick was preaching Christianity throughout old Ireland when he came across a stubborn tribe of Pagans who howled at his face as if to say that his preaching were nonsense. The Saint may have taken offense to what they did so he prayed to God and the tribe was cursed (or blessed by some folks opinions) to astral project into a physical wolf everytime they slept. These are known as the Werewolves of Ossory and are one of the more obscure werewolf type compared to the humans that just transform into a wolf man.

In Cartoon Saloon's recent 2020 film, they are called Wolfwalkers and here they can also talk to wolves and heal with wild magic. Besides the myths used in the film there is also another story where a monk meets a man in his wolf form begging to bless a she wolf who is gravely ill nearby.

There are many other myths that I found interesting about the holy man. Others include the banishment of snakes and his staff turning into a tree because he stuck it in the dirt everytime he preached for hours. But we have to mention the myth associated with a particular plant! When people grew confused about how the Christian God could be three beings at the same time, St. Patrick used the three leaf clover as a symbol for The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit and how the plant has three leaves but are part of the same plant. Let's not forget how the four leaf clover represents Faith, Hope, Love, and Luck. Different from what St. Patrick made the three leaf clover to be, but just as important.

[drabbles-of-writing]

Anyway, Wolfwalkers AU

In case y’all don’t know: Wolfwalkers is a brand new movie by Cartoon Saloon (same people who made Song of the Sea, The Secret of Kells, and Breadwinner) about a girl who can transform into a wolf and a hunter girl who befriends her (ALSO GAY SUBTEXT). It’s a really pretty movie that tragically won’t have a theatrical release until October 30th & November 13th. It’s first and only debut was at a film festival back in September.

Anyway, I searched through twitter a bit and was able to watch it (unfortunately the link doesn’t work anymore, but someone on Twitter might have it) and,,,,,,,,,,,,Wolfwalker AU. Luz is a wolfwalker with Eda, Camila lives in the town and she sometimes visits her. Amity’s dad is the Hunter and her mom is head of the scullery and the twins are still little shits. Wolf girls in love. I have more to say but this is already super rambly and chaotic. Anyway new AU and also stan lesbian wolves.