#wolf and the 7 kids

[vintageterror]

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

Ok but Jason grace having to like kill ppl.

Killing demigods for Lupa that didn’t pass the tests. Killing for the legion to keep order.

He’s a kid and doesn’t rlly understand the gravity of his actions. People died all the time in the Wolf House and legion.

It was only fair… right?

He didn’t have to do it much any more now he was older, but no one ever said ‘hey that’s messed up’

Until he met the 7

[colorful-horses]

greatest line delivery ever

[hephaestuscrew]

We know very little about the childhoods of any of the Wolf 359 characters, but one of the few things we do know from canon is that Eiffel and Minkowski were both bullied as children (at least according to how I interpret Minkowski's speech from Shut Up and Listen, and Pryce telling Eiffel "Oh my, that was quite a beating Alison Thornton gave you. Second grade was not a happy time, was it?" in the finale). Which is unfortunately not unusual enough to be surprising, but is still a sad thing to have in common.

[marinerainbow]

HAPPILY N'EVER AFTER WOLVES OBSESSING XD Toldya this was coming, haha

I LITRRALLY JUST FINISHED RE-WATCHING THE FILM WHEN YOU SENT THIS IN!!! And I have T H O U G H T S

First of all,

AAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAHGHGHHHHHH

I can't wait to read this when you post this!!! God, I love it already!!! We've only seen these guys like- what, yesterday? And you're already making me obsessed with these fellas!!! I love the dynamic you've written with all of them! Especially Kiddy. Being all cute and sneaky like that XD ^^ I'd love to stick with him watching the two husband's wolves bicker like a married couple XD

Secondly! To that last thing you mentioned about Mambo! In the movie, he's actually talking to Ella while they're finding the prince. A frog comes out, and they try the 'kissing a frog to turn it into a prince' thing XD but imagine if that suggestion was being made towards Granny? He won't turn into a prince, but I don't mind giving this theory a try 👀

(Edit: Ok I rewatched the scene and NOW I hear Mambo saying it XD sorry about that 🤦‍♀️ well uh... Mambo? I don't think that's how that works in Fairytale land... But we can still test this theory!)

But!! But- But! In the movie, the chefs mention Ricky having 'prince envy'. This was probably meant to just be a Rick specific thing, but since this is Fairytale land, imagine if that was like an actual known thing no matter who you are? Being jealous of your crush liking some 'dashing hero'? You get where I'm going with this~?

What if one (or all) the wolves like Y/N, but their crushing on some town hero or something, so THEY are now inflicted with 'prince envy'??? How do you think Big Bad, Granny, and Kiddy would act with the prince envy?

I'm sorry, i don't mean to distract from your thing, I just... AAAAAGHHHHH! Maybe I should send you my own ask? I may or may not already be thinking of a possible OC to interact with these guys, if you'd like to hear. But thank you so so much for sending me this!!! I certain this is just the beginning XDD

[steakout-05]

eeuuaghh i would like everyone to know that i apologise if i have not responded to your reblogs/mentions/posts on tumblr, i have really terrible social anxiety and for some reason people talking to me makes my nervous system think i'm being hunted for sport by a resident evil boss. sorry if i havent responded i'm not being rude i'm just having a panic attack :P

additionally: social anxiety is actually the reason why a lot of my old posts from late 2022 had weird spacing and spelling mistakes. i was too anxious to type properly

[sapphireginger]

Paw Patrol: Chapter #7

Summary:

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.” “I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

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@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Depression

Everything seemed so bleak to Peter now and he just felt at a loss of what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was give up on courting Stiles but really it seemed foolish to hope when he so clearly wasn’t interested anymore. Peter didn’t blame him either. What man, supe, or being alive would even deign to consider courting someone who had brought them poison even if they were ignorant of the trauma associated with it?

The wolf snorted and downed three shots of wolfsbane laced tequila. He put his hand up to get the bartender’s attention. “Another round.”

“You sure buddy? That was your fourth round,” the bartender said with a quirked brow that Peter interpreted as judgmental.

“I’m sure that you shouldn’t question a man who is trying to forget who he is just for one night.”

The bartender quirked his other brow as he gathered another round. Before setting them in front of the morose wolf he asked, “What’s got you so desperate to forget?”

Peter huffed and realized he wouldn’t get his alcohol until he answered. “I tried to court the man I love, and I fucked it up so badly that there is no way to salvage it.”

“How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“How do you know that you can’t salvage it?”

Peter huffed a bitter laugh. “Because despite my best intentions behind my gift of court, he was furious with me. My daughter still gets to see her friends of course but I don’t get to be close to him anymore and I hate it.” The wolf wasn’t fond of how loose his tongue felt at the moment.

“What did you get him that made him so furious?”

Deciding that he might as well just bare his soul for how low his inhibitions were, Peter launched into the whole story. He told the bartender how he had carefully selected the best strains of Catnip, Foxglove and Wolfsbane, how he had used the evidence garnered by observing the twins and the man himself, how he had narrowed down what werecreature the man he wanted to court was and chose his gift based on that. 

“It sucks because this man is beautiful, smart, gorgeous, loyal, fierce, smells so fucking good and he’s like so much more.” Peter scrunched up his nose at his usage of the word like. “Do you know what he did the first time we went to his shop?”

The bartender was washing a couple glasses and tilted his head. “Nope. What did he do?”

Peter sniffed. “He calmed my daughter down from a panic attack. The scent of lavender was overwhelming and so soothing. I wanted to bury my nose in his pale throat and just inhale his natural scent.” Had the wolf not already realized he was talking to a shifter, he’d be horrified at how easily he was revealing his status.

With a small smirk the bartender gestured to the remaining shot glasses. “Are you still planning to forget?”

The wolf stared at the two seemingly harmless shots, as if they were mocking him and growled in annoyance. The fight left him, and he slumped forward, resting his chin on his crossed arms on the bar top. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Well, how about I comp those and you don’t have to pay for them either way, whether or not you drink them.”

“Why would you do that?”

The bartender shrugged. “Why not? You’re having a rough go of it dude.”

Peter nodded and sighed. “I don’t know what to do,” he mumbled.

“Have you talked to the guy?”

“Nope. He won’t even look at me and the last time I saw him, he slammed the door in my face. I just want to love him, and I can’t when I’m on ice.”

The bartender watched as the wolf downed the last two shots and then proceeded to bury his head in his arms. He shook his head as he pulled out his phone with a smirk on his face. 

[Theo] Hey Jax? Remember that wolf that tried to court Bambi? [Jax] Yeah. What about him?

Theo looked at the wolf and felt a small pang of pity and empathy for him. 

[Theo] He’s a lovesick puppy dude. Seriously. [Jax] He’s there? [Theo] Yep. Just told me everything and the poor guy is a mess.  [Jax] Sounds like someone else we know. [Theo] Exactly. What do you think about calling our furry friend for a Lunar Lift? [Jax] Oh, he’s going to hate you so much. [Theo] Maybe, but he’ll thank me later. [Jax] You’re an asshole. You’re lucky Stilinskis don’t break their promises. Don’t come crying to me when he kicks your ass. [Theo] You just wish you’d thought of it first.

Theo moved over to his chat thread with Stiles and shot off a text.

[Theo] Hey Bambi. I got a Lunar Lift request for you. [Stiles] Seriously dude? It’s after one in the morning. [Theo] And? We both know you wouldn’t have replied if you weren’t still up. [Stiles] Well, yeah but only because the twins are with Ally and Izzy tonight and I had some potions to work on. How bad is the supe?

Theo glanced at Peter who was mumbling and sniffling. 

[Theo] Morose. Depressed. Mumbling. Crying. He’s a mess dude. Doesn’t that just pull on your heartstrings? [Stiles] I hate you. [Theo] Love you too.

Ever since Theo had opened up the Lupine Legend Lounge, Stiles had always helped get people who were plastered home for him. Stiles himself wasn’t a drinker and therefore was always sober enough to do the Lunar Lift. He didn’t want to come after everything that happened with Peter, the twins learning about their mother and so on, but he made a promise and Stilinskis never broke their promises. Thankfully the twins were with their aunt and uncle tonight and other than a couple vials remaining, Stiles had completed his potion work to fulfill all the orders he had received.

So, with a sigh, he grabbed his keys, his phone, and his wallet. Then he pulled on his jacket and shoes. After making sure the house was locked, he hopped in Roscoe and headed to the bar. Once he arrived, he left his jacket in the jeep and headed inside. Without his jacket he was in just a white t-shirt that showed off toned muscles and tattooed arms. The ink honed his magic, his spark abilities but it also looked cool and each of them represented something important to him.

He caught sight of Theo and made his way over. “Hey. So, where’s the—”

“Stiles?”

Stiles froze and the look he gave Theo was so full of anger that Theo actually took a step back and raised his hands placatingly. ‘I’m going to kill you for this,’ Stiles mouthed. 

Theo gulped and turned to help the last few customers. 

The scent hit Stiles as he turned to face the man who had called to him. Peter was drunk as a fucking skunk, and it made Stiles’s gut clench uncomfortably. He himself didn’t like alcohol and never drank which made him the perfect person to call when it came to picking up the drunk skunks—or drunk pups in Peter's case. “Peter,” he ground out. 

Peter smiled slightly and then sniffled. “You said my name.”

Stiles scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brow. “Uh, yeah? Is that a bad thing?”

“Oh, not at all but you never look at me or talk to me anymore. I miss you.”

A light blush formed on Stiles’s cheeks and when he glanced at Theo to renew his threat, the man simply quirked a brow and gave him a knowing look. Of course, the coyote had thought this through and had decided he’d had enough of Stiles’s own moping and pining. Whatever. “All right, well let’s get you home, Peter wolf.”

Peter stilled and shook his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because then you’ll leave again.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. “I won’t leave until you’re sober enough to be left alone.”

Peter hiccupped and cleared his throat. “What about Cas and Reyn?”

“They are with their aunt and uncle this weekend. So, I’m all yours for—” Stiles cut off and shook his head, hating how he felt so out of sorts. “Let’s go. If you’re not with me when I reach my jeep, I’ll leave you here.” He spun and marched towards the door confidently until he felt the heat of the wolf right behind him. Stiles wasn’t sure what it said that he left his back facing Peter as they made their way to his jeep.

Once the wolf was in the passenger seat of the jeep, Stiles got in and started it up. He knew where Peter lived by heart now and started in that direction, doing his level best to ignore the way he could feel the wolf’s gaze boring into the side of his face. He was so torn right now. A part of him wanted to preen at having the man’s attention solely on him while the other part of him was just anxious to get away.

They arrived at Peter’s house before long and Stiles merely nodded at Cora when she answered the door, quirking her brow in question. Stiles didn’t give any answer to the hundreds of questions he could read in her eyes. She left and went next door to her own house, leaving Stiles to get Peter settled. True to his word he didn’t leave the wolf alone, but he did put his foot down when Peter tried to get him to snuggle in the wolf’s bed.

“No, Peter.”

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.”

“I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

“Okay,” the wolf whispered, releasing Stiles’s hand as the amber eyed man headed to the hallway. “Stiles?”

Said man paused with his hand on the door jam and glanced back at the sleepy wolf. “Yes, Peter?”

“I love you. Thank you for this dream.”

Before Stiles could say anything in response, Peter was sound asleep, leaving the weretiger spark frozen in shock. He tried to ignore the warmth spreading through him at the love confession, but it was nearly impossible. He sank down onto the couch in the living room downstairs and clutched at his chest. “He loves me,” he whispered, his ears popping out and his chest rumbling with a pleased purr. That was how he fell asleep after shooting a text to Ally and Izzy about what had happened.

[yumeyumeappleo]

the history behind my name is longer and more confusing than anything i’ve ever learned in history class

[simminglytimeladies]

Some Annie and Virginya because werewolves are now a thing.

Ofc Morgyn the non-binary icon <3

[sweet-as-an-angel]

♡ Bimbo Barracks Bunny ♡

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Rough Sex, Objectification, Dumbification, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Possessive! 141, Mean! 141, Manhandling, Slut-Shaming, Fem! Reader. ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷

Expect a lot of objectification.

Manhandling, too.

And wolf whistling.

It’s absolutely constant when you’re with the 141 – especially considering you’re their 24/7 fuck toy.

More days than not, you’ll be subject to a rough and thorough pounding from one or more of your boyfriends, hear them tell you to “Take it, you stupid whore,” as they slam into you from behind, holding you down over the edge of a counter.

Slut-shaming is to be expected, too.

You can’t wear a single outfit in peace — especially if it’s a skirt or dress.

Someone’s sticking their hand up there on their way past and making a grab for whatever their hands can find purchase on.

Dumbification Central.

“Too fuckin’ stupid for your own good – need a big, strong man to tell you what to do, don’t you."

They’ll buy you things to make up for their roughness with you if (when) they see you limping after an encounter with them. Ghost’s the main offender in this case; for what he can’t convey through words, he does through gifts. And what scandalous gifts they can be.

He especially likes dressing you up like his doll, buying you things he knows will fit you, things that will make it so much harder for him to resist the urge to ravage you whenever you bend over or come and sit on his lap.

They call you ‘Princess’ ‘Bunny’ 'Kitty' ‘Pretty girl’, or (Price’s favourite) ‘Daddy’s girl.’

They definitely smack your backside all the time, btw. The second they see the chance, they’ll pounce on it – on you – reeling back and slapping your ass.

The yelp you make when you feel the sharp sting is just too cute to pass up, as is the wounded, wide-eyed look you give them.

They also love showing their ownership over you: marking you up for the next man to see when he tears your dress off or pushes your skirt up, only to see that someone else has ruined you first (usually with their cum still oozing out of you, too).

Price is the most extreme — he has a crippling breeding kink and it shows.

More often than not, he’ll bend you over his desk and pull your hips as close to his as humanly possible, trying to get as deep inside you as he can.

“My girl, only good for takin’ my cock and havin’ my kids – gonna make me into a real daddy, hm?”

Entertain his kink for even a second and he’ll make sure you’re not going anywhere even after he’s done with you; he has to keep you plugged up and make sure his seed takes, after all.

Ghost loves to steal you away and throw you over his shoulder when he’s needy.

He’s like a caveman in the way he throws you onto the nearest surface without ceremony and tears your clothes off, spreading your legs and pressing his clothed bulge against your cunt.

He growls, too. Makes you squeal when he grips your panties by the bridge and tears them off, leaving you exposed and ready for him to use as much he likes.

He treats you as his personal cum bucket, emptying his load into you as many times as he pleases, using you.

“Good-for-nothing slut, just beggin’ to be chased down and fucked in that tight little outfit. Did’ya think I wouldn’t notice? Practically had your arse hangin’ outta your skirt, just waitin’ to have your guts rearranged by me.”

Soap’s a menace - a cruel one - and takes his time with you, edges you, makes sure that foreplay drags on for a good hour or two before actually stuffing his girth inside you (given he has the time).

He likes to make you nice and desperate – likes to have you begging for him and eating out of his hand before he’ll entertain the idea of letting you take him.

“Think ya deserve it, lass? Think ya deserve to have me fuck whatever thoughts you’ve got rollin’ round in that empty head a’ yer’s out?”

He’ll grin down at you as you pant and plead, shutting you up by making you suck his fingers.

“Well, if ye have any thoughts in there.”

Gaz is the gentlest of the 141, but any man is subject to a power shift. Especially against someone they perceive as less intelligent than them.

And you’re no exception.

Gaz is the most likely to experience post-nut clarity, realising (and feeling immediate shame for) the way he spoke to you, the way he called you his “Fucking slut with no other purpose except to get me off,” was potentially hurtful to you.

Literally will not forgive himself – he’ll apologise, buy you things, hang his head in shame until you manage to (eventually) convince him that it’s alright, that you don’t mind, and that you actually enjoy when he turns a bit feral.

As do they all.

They’ll pimp you out to König sometimes, too. But only if they can sit in and watch supervise.

There’s something just so disgustingly satisfying about watching you get your insides visibly rearranged by the 6’10 Austrian – especially when they can see the heavy bump of his cock in your stomach, making you cry out with every slam of his tip against your cervix.

“Scheiße– where’d you find this pretty little thing, Ghost? Didn’t think you were allowed prostitutes on base,”

He’s just as – if not more – mean than the 141. Especially if you cum before he does.

Doesn’t matter if you tell him you’re overstimulated, he’s still going to get his release, whether you like it or not.

“Shut it, Brat – you’ll take my cock for as long as I want you to. Keep whining and I’ll choke you with it.”

You’ll receive no help from the 141. Not when they’re on the precipice of an orgasm, at least.

Ghost will even goad König, telling him to show you who’s boss, to shove it in deeper – wanna see her cry.

You always end up covered in cum afterwards, panting while your cunt leaks with König’s semen, the clink of the man responsible’s belt in your periphery as he sorts himself out.

You’re always very well taken care of afterwards, though. Bath, bed, and plenty of rest, with as much food as you could want. And a cuddle session, of course.

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[fandom]

TV Shows

Another big year for that show that hasn't aired since 2020.

Good Omens +20

The Owl House

Stranger Things -2

The Last of Us

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles +15

Our Flag Means Death -3

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir -1

Succession +2

Adventure Time +72

Supernatural -2

Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Ted Lasso +48

Shadow and Bone +35

The Mandalorian +15

Doctor Who

The Eurovision Song Contest +16

Interview with the Vampire +11

Danny Phantom +12

House of the Dragon -14

Heartstopper -7

The Witcher -12

Wednesday

What We Do in the Shadows -16

Warrior Nun

9-1-1 -7

Hannibal -1

Yellowjackets

Merlin +18

The Sandman -17

Ahsoka

Young Royals +33

Avatar: The Last Airbender -1

Sonic Prime

One Piece

Loki -2

South Park +11

Teen Wolf +20

Lego Monkie Kid +31

The Dragon Prince

Percy Jackson and the Olympians -16

Steven Universe +3

Andor +28

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

The Bad Batch

Bridgerton -18

Abbott Elementary +50

Ninjago +8

Arcane -44

Obi-Wan Kenobi -33

Breaking Bad -7

My Adventures with Superman

Riverdale +4

The Legend of Vox Machina -2

9-1-1: Lone Star +8

Star Wars: The Clone Wars -14

KinnPorsche -39

Gravity Falls -31

The Untamed -19

The Winchesters

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine +4

The Rookie

House MD

Castlevania

Golden Globes

Game of Thrones -21

Criminal Minds +5

The Academy Awards -14

The Muppets

Outer Banks

Ghosts +18

Daisy Jones & The Six

Star Wars Rebels

The Simpsons +13

Amphibia -61

The Bear

Lockwood & Co.

Willow

Star Trek: The Original Series +1

Love in the Air +11

Inside Job

Community +3

Velma

Better Call Saul -34

Only Friends

Columbo +12

The Grammy Awards

Buffy the Vampire Slayer -17

Gotham -16

The Screen Actors Guild Awards

Phineas and Ferb

My School President

Clone High

Supergirl -56

Moon Knight -84

The Walking Dead

The Sanremo Music Festival

Moonlight Chicken

Black Sails -22

Invader Zim -14

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

[athingofvikings]

Thought: Antizionists overuse the word "genocide" the same way that social conservatives overuse "pedophile".

In both cases, it's to demonize the opponent, and end the conversation (because "you're defending genocide/pedophilia" if you try to argue). The fact that it weakens important words with actual definitions with that sort of hyperbole doesn't matter to the person throwing them around.

And it's like... "oh, someone's a 'pedophile', you say? Did they teach science to kids, Exist While Queer, or ship the wrong cartoon characters?" instead of being the incredibly serious accusation it should be.

And similarly... "Oh, Israel is committing 'genocide', you say? Did they send in hundreds of aid trucks, give Gaza access to Israeli utilities, or give work permits to tens of thousands of Palestinians to work in Israel as foreign nationals?"

And these constant accusations of genocide extends well back before the 7/10 massacre. Decades. It's past the point of "crying wolf".

And as I've said elsewhere... Leftists use "Zionist" the way that Right-wingers use "Woke". This is just part of that pattern.

Things can be bad and worthy of condemnation without baselessly reaching for the biggest and nastiest word for the purposes of demonizing your opponent.

[sluttywoozi]

I don’t know if you have already written something about werewolf Mingyu but since you mentioned him in your vampire woozi I’ve been thinking about him quite a lot 👀

before you start dating, he follows you around like... everywhere

not in a creepy way, you just notice him start sitting near you in classes you already shared

and at parties, he always makes sure your cup is full (whether it's got soda or alcohol is up to you) and keeps guys from getting too close to you

one time you decided to test him, and started talking to a man right in front of him to see what he would do

he just took in a deep breath and went to stand against the wall, his eyes on you the whole time and his grip denting his plastic cup

your little experiment stopped being fun when the guy tried to take you home, and when he got a bit too insistent, all it took was one panicked glance at mingyu for him to come over and glare the guy away

as soon as he was out of sight, mingyu sent you a pinched smile and retreated back to the wall, seemingly content to protect from afar

his energy was a bit darker all night, and when it came time to leave, you decided you'd put him through enough and asked him to walk you home

you kissed him goodbye that night, and after that, you couldn't really get rid of him, not that you cared to try

now, he's like a big, furry backpack

attached to you at the hip, literally wants to be with you alllll the time

always needs to be touching you in some way bc you anchor him

has literally never felt more calm than he does with you, half because you make him feel safe and half because he knows he can never lose control with you

BREEDING KINK GO BRRRRRR

you better hope you've got some form of birth control in place bc this man is cumming inside you every fucking day

it's the best way for him to scent you, to show other wolves that you're his, and it makes him feel more connected to his wolf than ever

something about knotting you and filling you up and fucking his cum back inside you brings him peace

of course, he always hopes it sticks, though he knows it won't

until you're ready for kids that is

when you are, he's on you 24/7

that's another batch of headcanons tho

PROVIDER

feeds you, makes sure you drink water, puts you to bed when you work for too long, always buying you new clothes and little things that make him think of you

his main goal in life is keeping you happy and well

and gosh is he good at achieving it

the only time he gets a bit selfish is around the full moon

and that just looks like him only making you cum once before filling you up

usually because he's so fucking desperate for you, he can't stand feeling you pulse and flutter around his cock without giving in and knotting you

the full moon makes him so feral, he fucks you for hours, knotting you at least four or five times and making you cum with his fingers on your clit whenever he's plugging you up with his knot

vampire woozi

werewolf mingyu part 2 (pregnancy headcanons)

[thisisnotthenerd]

the ratgrinders' potential levels

cannot believe i was right about the xp reqs. the bad kids & the seven get 'special treatment' (milestone leveling and saving the world), while others have to work with xp. which tells you a lot about why people fled during prompocalypse.

ok getting into the algebra now: the rat grinders have gone into the far haven woods every day for the last two years, for 3 hours after school, and 9 hours/day on weekends. presumably they keep this up during the summer.

they have supposedly defeated 80,000 or more of three types of creatures: rats, spiders, and twig blights. there are some variations to what these could be, so here's a list of what this could encompass, assuming the ratgrinders are not facing creatures over CR 1.

giant rat: CR 1/8, 25 XP

swarm of rats: CR 1/4, 50 XP

giant wolf spider: CR 1/8, 25 XP

swarm of spiders: CR 1/2, 100 XP

giant flying spider: CR 1, 200 XP

giant spider: CR 1, 200 XP

ice spider: CR 1, 200 XP

twig blight: CR 1/8, 25 XP

needle blight: CR 1/4, 50 XP

thorn slinger: CR 1/2, 100 XP

vine blight: CR 1/2, 100 XP

razorvine blight: CR 1, 200 XP

thorny: CR 1: 200 XP

the full list is a little difficult to do calculations on, so let's condense it. assume a quarter of the 80000 creatures were CR 1/8, a quarter were CR 1/4, so on and so forth.

how much xp would they earn? how much would they level for the amount they ground? grinded? for?

critical assumption here: in the games i've played, we've always done milestone or zeroed out xp with each level, i.e. after earning 300 xp to get to level 2, you have to earn 900 xp to get to level 3, not 600. this analysis assumes that you have to earn the next levels xp reqs on top of your current total. i'm including the xp chart here to clarify:

level 1: 0 XP, +2, total 0 XP

level 2: 300 XP, +2, total 300 XP

level 3: 900 XP, +2, total 1200 XP

level 4: 2700 XP, +2, total 3900 XP

level 5: 6500 XP, +3, total 10400 XP

level 6: 14000 XP, +3, total 24400 XP

level 7: 23000 XP, +3, total 47400 XP

level 8: 34000 XP, +3, total 81400 XP

level 9: 48000 XP, +4, total 129400 XP

level 10: 64000 XP, +4, total 193400 XP

level 11: 85000 XP, +4, total 278400 XP

level 12: 100000 XP, +4, total 378400 XP

level 13: 120000 XP, +5, total 498400 XP

level 14: 140000 XP, +5, total 638400 XP

level 15: 165000 XP, +5, total 803400 XP

level 16: 195000 XP, +5, total 998400 XP

level 17: 225000 XP, +6, total 1223400 XP

level 18: 265000 XP, +6, total 1488400 XP

level 19: 305000 XP, +6, total 1793400 XP

level 20: 355000 XP, +6, total 2148400 XP

if we went cumulatively, based on the number of creatures the bad kids have defeated, they'd be getting up there in xp. we know they've had opportunities to defeat creatures outside of the quests that we've seen, given the oneshots. thus, i'm going with the second explanation, because otherwise the ratgrinders would be 19th level, and i don't think they are, because it would make any pvp setups super unbalanced, which are neither fun to play nor watch. this puts them on a little more even ground and emphasizes the amount of work it takes to xp grind to level against milestone leveling.

for the CR 1/8s: assuming roughly 20,000 creatures, they'd get 25 XP per, which means 500,000 xp. that's cumulatively enough to get to level 13, on just those creatures. divided 6 ways, assuming the ratgrinders have 6 members, it's 83,333.33, which is enough to get you to 10th level cumulatively and 8th non cumulatively.

this scales up to the 1/4s, 1/2s and the 1s since the xp gains double for each challenge rating rather than plateauing as they do at higher levels.

for the CR 1/4s: 1,000,000 xp. that's cumulatively enough to get to level 16 on just those creatures. divided 6 ways, assuming the ratgrinders have 6 members, it's 166,666.66, which is enough to get you to 15th level cumulatively and 9th non cumulatively.

for the CR 1/2s: 2,000,000 xp. divided 6 ways, assuming the ratgrinders have 6 members, it's 333,333.33, which is enough to get you to 19th level cumulatively, and 11th level non cumulatively.

and for the 1s, 4,000,000 xp. well over what you'd need to get to level 20, on just the CR 1s. divided 6 ways, assuming the ratgrinders have 6 members, it's 666,666.66, which is well over 20th level cumulatively, and 14th level non cumulatively.

using this estimate and adding all of this up, each member of the ratgrinders would have gathered enough xp to be level 20 cumulatively, and level 17 non cumulatively.

obviously the actual numbers would scale differently; initially, they would likely have to tackle these creatures as a party, but over time would take care of them individually. this is a bunch of kids doing the intro to class assignment for every assignment for two years straight.

level 20 seems extreme for the aguefort adventuring academy; let's scale it down a bit. the creatures specifically mentioned are probably giant rats, giant wolf spiders, and twig blights, based on the descriptions from jawbone.

all of these are CR 1/8, or 25 XP each. 80000 would give an xp total of 2,000,000, which would put each of the ratgrinders at around 11th level, a little higher level than the bad kids at the moment. however, since their fighting prowess scaled up, and they're probably going out in elmville and actively hindering the bad kids in some way, that level is very likely to increase.

what we saw in the episode

now the sticking point is mary ann rolling a 35. we know she got some kind of transmutation buff. a little tricky wording from brennan; fabian had enhance ability on, which is a transmutation spell. he did not say it was enhance ability.

mary ann is a barbarian, so she already gets advantage on athletics if she's raging, which i assume she was. the buff probably wouldn't be something that grants advantage.

assuming the lower estimate of 11th level, mary ann would get a +4 proficiency bonus, and i'm assuming she has 20 in strength, so +5 to her strength based skills, for a total of +9. at the high estimate of level 17, she would have a +6 to her proficiency bonus, which would give her a total of +11 to athletics. this is still not high enough to get a 35, even on a nat 20, which brennan would have declared if he had rolled one. she could conceivably accomplish this with the brawny feat, which allows for expertise in the athletics skill, which would give her a +17, meaning she could hit a 35 on a 18.

or, the buff was something like skill empowerment, which is a 5th level transmutation spell that gives the target expertise in a skill that they already have proficiency in. this spell is available to bards and wizards, among other classes, both of which we presume are in the ratgrinders. ruben could have cast skill empowerment on mary ann and given her bardic inspiration (lower estimate: d10, higher estimate: d12), both of which would have enabled that 35.

judging by the implication that she could not accomplish that feat without some kind of buff, i'm going with the latter explanation.

anyway i did too much math for this to not go in the stats series, or the school series. so this will be added to the spreadsheet later.

i hope this is useful.