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werebutch · 1 month

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WSBH chara q’s: (you don’t have to answer all the numbers, just whatever you want to 𖢘)

16/35/51 for Scotch

1/6/55 for Atlas

I LOVE YOU

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

okay i truly think scotch argues with seraph in his head all the time. ALL the time. scotch largely ignores them, and vice versa, because he dislikes them and they know it. seraph is very conflict avoidant lol, and as long as hes not a "threat" they dont care to talk to him about their problems. he probably argues with atlas and jacob (his older brother) too, atlas about more stupid small stuff, and jacob about childhood and life stuff :p

im trying to think of more general groups he would argue with but i cant come up with anything BAHAH. hes not exactly conflict avoidant in the annoying libra way that seraph is, he more just ignores conflict for his friends’ (mostly atlas’) sake. idk if that makes sense LOL

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

hmmm.. smallest? i mean scotch strings eloise along for most of the time pre timeskip. its not a main focus but its definitely important in order to understand scotch as a whole. she and scotch go out for a while, and mid way through that he realizes hes GAY gay. lol. and obviously lying to her about that is pretty questionable after a while. especially since he and atlas have been 👉👌 like the whole time. but she kind of knows. well

something a little bigger would be him encouraging or otherwise turning a blind eye to all the weird stuff atlas is up to. he doesn't know what it's like to be a werewolf, he can't say anything, right? lol.... murder is okay if its a talking dog doing it. scotch enabler supreme. actually when seraph is introduced, he and atlas have a 'joke' (kind of starts being real) about luring seraph somewhere to kill them. obviously doesnt happen and gets abandoned. but i think its important to know about their dynamic LOL

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

this guy is kind of goofy. i cant think of phrases rn but he has a specific way of speaking.. you could watch pretty much any old pop punk band interview and kind of get the idea. HAHAH

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

atlas is a big fan of saying 'its fine' for all situations ever. family in mortal danger? its fine. completely splitting? its fine. arthritis excruciating? its fine. hes one of those people that dont like to deal with the fawning of others unless hes feeling real special. Ends up putting people in more danger a lot of the time. i think eloise is the only fan of communication in this friend group to be honest. i should have made her the main character

he tends to make promises he cant keep as well, but thats more general..

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

i have NO idea. i feel like atlas would be a music snob, so maybe his favorite 'super underground' bands. otherwise he'd probably never recommend raw human meat to another human (no matter how much scotch asks -__-).. (he would chicken out anyway)

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

um. so atlas hates working out. he especially hates running, you know, the thing that wolves are known for doing a lot of? unfortunately the lycanthropy came with a side effect of pretty bad arthritis, so that doesnt exactly encourage him. he DOES exercise, a lot since hes pretty much required for his ermm "side job", but he hates it 😸 besides the arthritis it’s mostly because I think it’s silly that he hates it. yay

#ummm a lot of what i talk about with my ocs are the character relationships but thats why i write. i like gossip. its fun. LMFAO #im actually having trouble deciding whether i want atlas to be a killer or not. like regularly killing i mean. hes definitely killed SOMEON #im really inspired by ginger snaps and scream. i dont even like scream that much but it reminds me of how they are. lol #scotch and atlas are pretty different but theres two things i see as themes. they both hate communication (and that causes conflict; so mor #avoiding). and the fact that scotch lives vicariously through atlas. atlas is doing #what scotch thinks is interesting. for pretty much the entire time; scotch likes to beg atlas to turn him. i think scotch sees the lack of #control he has over his life and sees lycanthropy as power. arguably thats why scotch is so attracted to atlas. lol #idk. thats not canon. im just thinking out loud here.#and yk it is power but not freedom. atlas would much rather just be a regular wolf. hunting and shit. but hes got these damn people here lo #but he sees what his life is like being a lycanthrope and hes kinda like. no. im not bringing that onto you. you dont know what youre askin #YOU KNOW? its goofy. i know. but its fun. LOL #if you (a general audience you but it can be you too grins) want to talk about scotch's confusion about his attraction to eloise we'd be #here all day. i think scotch is an egg. i dont know. i truly think theres some vicarious living (again) through her femininity.#and el is trans so he doesnt see her femininity as unattainable to him. you know? i hope that makes sense lol and im kind of projecting on #to him wif dat. to be honest. but obviously in the other direction. BWAHAH #asks #eucyon #thank u for da ask jesse this is so fun ^__^ and exciting that someone remembers their names HAH #after all this talking in the tags what I meant to say is that scotch and atlas both have sick intentions. it’s just that scotch doesn’t #act on them. and atlas does. so. living vicariously. ok

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iliektehhaxs · 3 months

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kinda need werewolf/lycanthrope clive in my life he looks like one. he’s like the size of skoll and hati from gow ragnarok as a wolf. big fluffy werewolf. makes a coeurl look like a house cat. very bitey (affectionate)

Werewolf! Clive headcanons!

Big, fluffy, dark brown wolf, the same color as his hair. Chooses to walk on two legs unless he needs to get somewhere very fast

Very intimidating, but turns into a giant puppy at the slightest hint of affection

Significantly larger than others, even by werewolf standards

He’s forced to change under a full moon, but he can also change at will should he need to fight

Enjoys playfully biting at your fingers in his wolf form, licking at your face and being overall affectionate

He can also semi-shift, similar to semi-priming. His senses are heightened in this form,

Scratch behind his ears and he’ll roll over

Tail wager, no matter what. If he sees you his tail is always wagging

Enjoys keeping you caged in his arms, your back to his front while using your head as a rest, completely caged in his embrace

Extremely possessive toward his loved ones, especially if you’re in a relationship. Lowly growls at people if they disturb your private time

Even when he’s not shifted you can still hear the faintest little rumble when someone interrupts you

He does go into heat once every month

When he’s like this he enjoys marking you heavily, whether it’s him licking you, biting you, whatever

You have to lock yourselves in the bedroom otherwise he’s liable to mount you in public (it happened once, he had to drag you to the nearest forest)

He always makes sure to take care of you once he’s had his fun, apologizes profusely when he sees the bruises around your hips

Aftercare king!!

Anyway werewolf Clive is just regular Clive with a bit more feral-ness to him

#robo speaks #ask

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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Giuseppe the Great

One Sunday morning, Daniele invited his cousin and Dawud at the art museum. He didn’t had the gut to go full-blown sabotaging their relationship like Rudi suggested, but you know...infamously nothing good ever came of him and Dawud going to the art museum together. The funniest part is, the young spellcaster had never actually stepped a foot in that place, and as soon as he did...oh boy.

Daniele: NO WAY! It’s Giuseppe the Great! Dawud: Who?

Well, not really, but god did he wish it was actually the real deal. Daniele ran towards the large painting he had just seen. Eventually, he caused enough of a scene, they got kicked out of the museum...Maybe this is the bad thing that was supposed to happen this time, but he held on hope Matteo was gonna confessed he cheated on Dawud or something.

A bit later, they went to the park, where Daniele could finally unleash all at once his knowledge on Giuseppe the Great.

Daniele: No way you have never heard of him, he’s one of the most famous spellcaster ever! Dawud: Well, my education on occult is kinda lacking, like I had never heard of your family before meeting you and apparently you guys are a big deal in the spellcasting world. Like, except for one mermaid in the same grade as me and Audrey’s grandma who is a fairy, I don’t think I ever met an occult person before moving here. Not a lot of y’all in Oasis Spring. Matteo: Isn’t Oasis Spring famous for having a quite sizeable community of werewolf? Dawud: Yeah, but they tend to live in the most impoverished area of the city because nobody wants to hire them. And luckily for me, like not to flex on having a privileged upbringing or anything, I grew up far from the poor part of Oasis Spring so I never came across them, at least as far as I’m aware like when they’re not transformed werewolves just look like anyone else...Well, there was that guy in my school basketball team who got bitten, but he got an anti-lycanthropic before turning into one. Matteo: I actually feel so bad for werewolf, we spellcasters like to claim we’re the one having it the worst but like...these people are so damn demonized and for what? Spellcaster will even kick out anyone who gets bitten by a werewolf, it’s insane. Daniele: Ok I’m not here for that, I wanna talk about Giuseppe the Great!

Giuseppe the Great, also known by his legal name of Giuseppe Paradisi, was a man Daniele had admired since childhood. He was originally born in 1898 in rural Italy in a village mostly populated by spellcaster named Befana, however he was unable to do any sort of magic. As a result, his family rejected him and he was shunned from his community. When the Great War came, he joined the army as soon as he turned 18, but was discharged upon contracting typhoid fever.

Two years later, shortly after the end of the war, he got sick again, this time being the dreaded 1918 influenza. Refusing to pass away so young, out of despair, Giuseppe messed with his father’s cauldron trying to make a healing potion and well...he succeeded. He did magic for the first time, incredibly well, and he could do spells now, powerful one almost nobody in their lifetime masters! The new quickly spread across Befana as people were lining up to see him do magic or get healed with his potion.

Sadly, his miracle cure only worked in spellcaster, but for them, it was a real life saver. Quickly, Giuseppe’s story was spread throughout the spellcasting world both for protecting them from a terrible disease, and also as a fascinating case of someone developping powers at a very late age...Yeah 20 is not old, but considering that the vast majority of spellcaster develop their magic before the age of five, and the average age being six months old...It would be like if someone suddenly started walking at that age with no problem when prior to that they were completely paralyzed from the waist down since birth.

A legend was born that day, and it would not stop growing. He became an incredibly respected spellcaster, was even elected the head of the Spellcasting Counsel multiple time. Which is to say, he was the president of spellcasters basically. Hell, some spellcasters started worshipping him as a god though he himself never enjoyed having a literal cult formed around him and nowadays, this has pretty much died down.

Daniele: And you know, I respect him because I can relate to his story of being rejected because he didn’t have any power. I mean...I still have mine but you know...And while there’s like, no consensus on how he suddenly got power at 20, a part of me hope that I too will be a full blown spellcaster again one day. Oh and fun fact, he’s Matteo great-grandfather. Dawud: Damn, really? That must mean he’s yours too, right? Matteo: I mean, dude had 54 kids and those are the one that we know of, being his descendant is barely a flex. Dawud: 54!! And I thought it was impressive and over the top when I found out my own great-grandparents had 13, though that’s not including the one who sadly didn’t make it to adulthood. Daniele: Yeah, and while I wish I was his great-grandson, Matt and I are cousin through our respective mother, while it’s Matt’s father who is related to Giuseppe.

In fact, Matteo never even got to meet Giuseppe. The man had so many kids because well, to put it bluntly, he had a literal harem. Matteo’s great-grandma did not belong to it though, cause on top of that, Giuseppe also had random flings ever once in a while.

Dawud: Is it mean of me to say this might be why the spellcaster gene pool is infamously small? Daniele: It’s only in some countries! We’re 10% of the world population, there’s millions of spellcasters, the offensive joke that we’re all inbred is just that, an offensive joke. And the reason it’s that bad in Italy is because we were kicked out of the country back in the 1920s. Giuseppe and his supporter in fact fought hard to prevent this from happening. Matteo: Yeah, that’s what happened to my great-grandma actually. Which is why my dad side of the family is from San Myshuno instead of being from Tartosa like my mom side. Dawud: Damn, the worst fate of them all, being forced to move to New Jersey. Daniele: ...Weren’t you yourself forced to move here? Matteo: Anyway, I don’t wanna be a bitch but like, the reason why he had that many kids is literally because back then believing in eugenics was socially acceptable, and he wanted to spread as much as possible his “powerful spellcasting genes”. Which is funny since the fact he got his power so late means he likely carried the gene that cause spellcasters to be born without magic. It’s even widely accepted he has some secret kids he’s hiding because they were born without power or had condition similar to Dan’s one. Daniele: Fuck off, those are just conspiracy theory. If that were true, at least one of those so call “secret powerless child” would have come forward by now. And also Giuseppe. had a few kids with disability and he never hid them. Hell his youngest son was a Thalidomide baby with no limbs and he always talked about how much he loves him. Matteo: Well first of all, this “Thalidomide baby” had a name, and his name was Hans. Second of all, to me it feels obvious he was parading him like a sideshow freak, like this famous video they show in school of Hans manipulating a wand with his mouth fucking feels like the poor kid was being exploited. Third of all, Hans killed himself in the 90s so how good was his life do you think?! Dawud: Can we not argue and just change the topic at this point!

Well, sure, that was interesting at first, but at this point Dawud had no idea what the Rossini cousins were going on about. Also it was a lot of information all at once, his brain couldn’t handle learning any new more thing today.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Matchmaker

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / requested - request by my lovely 💘 anon. this is lowk all over the place sorry 😭 just kinda how it came out

summary - you and james help each other out with your crushes

warnings / includes - mild language, alcohol and food consumption, fighting, crying

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*gif isn’t mine*

You scribbled down the few words you heard Professor Slughorn speak. You were very tired and did not want to wake up, but you couldn’t afford an unexcused absence, point taken away, or a detention. So here you were, practically sleeping your way through class.

“You okay?” James asked beside you. You turn to him, your eyelids heavy fatigue. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You haven’t answered a single question today. Are you dying?” James wondered.

Your shoulders shook as you chuckled. “No, I’m just exhausted.”

“Didn’t get good sleep?”

“No,” you sighed. “M’sorry,” James puts his hand on yours and squeezes it comfortingly.

“It’s alright. It’s not your fault,” you shrugged.

You heard snickers beside you as you spoke to James. You turned away from him, seeing Sirius making kissing noises and faces, pointing to you and James. You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, turning your attention back on James.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a prick,” James smirked.

“Why is he being so annoying all the sudden?” You questioned. “He thinks we’re in a relationship,” James chuckled.

Your face scrunched up and you shuddered. “Gross.”

“Ah! Really?” James scoffed. You smiled, “Sorry. No, it’s not gross. It’s just that you’re my best friend. I could never imagine dating you.”

“It’s alright. I feel the same way,” James said. “Plus, I like someone else.”

“Yes, we all know about your crush on Miss Evans,” you rolled your eyes.

James grinned, “Are you jealous?”

“No,” you scoffed. “Sounds like it,” he mumbled.

“I’m not,” you lied. You were jealous, but not for the reasons everyone thought. You were so used to being the center of attention of the Marauders. And now that you weren’t, you felt a little neglected. You knew it was selfish, but you had been so used to getting the spotlight. Since that attention has been turned on someone else, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Don’t worry. You’re still our girl,” James patted your hand.

You smiled at him, feeling relieved. “Not worried about that,” you sighed. “Then what are you worried about?” James asked.

Your eyes panned to Remus who was coincidentally talking to Lily. Truthfully, you weren’t worried about James and Sirius. You had known James since childhood and you two were practically brother and sister, and both of your parents would die before you two broke the friendship. And with Sirius, your bond was strong. He came to you for everything, and as much as he annoyed you, you loved him. It was Remus that you were worried about.

Remus had always been shy towards you. He immediately became friends with everyone else, but with you, it took a little time. At first you thought it was because he didn’t like you, but that theory was proved wrong. According to him, he had never been best friends with a girl, so he was intimidated. Fast forward six years, and you two were almost as close as James and you. But there was always something blocking you two to become closer. You never thought anything of it until Lily came along.

James followed your gaze, nodding in realization.

“Remus doesn’t like Lily,” James said. “You sure?” You jutted your chin towards them.

The lycanthrope and redhead were deep in conversation, looking at each other with smiles. You felt the anger radiate off of James as he stared at his best friend and the love of his life.

“Maybe he does,” James fumed. “I bet not.” You tried to comfort him. “They’re both smart, so automatically they’re friends.”

James stared at Lily longingly. “I wish I was him.”

You looked at Remus, biting your lip in thought. “What if we set each other up?”

“What?” James’s head snapped to you. “I’ll be your wing woman and you’ll be my wingman,” you suggested.

James hummed in thought. “Alright. How will this work?”

“Well, I’ll become friends with Lily and talk about you. And you just talk about me to Remus.”

The corners of James’s lips upturned into a smile. “Alright,” he nodded.

The bell rang and you and James packed up your things. You two walked out the door, deciding to get an early start on your matchmaking plan.

“Don’t forget to mention how handsome and smart and funny I am,” James smirked.

You laughed, “Don’t worry. I’ll make you seem like a god.” You bid him goodbye and catch up with Lily.

“Hi, you’re Lily Evans, right?” You asked. She turns to you, a little startled by your sudden appearance. You give her a genuine kind and apologetic smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” she smiled back. “Yes, I am. You’re Y/n, right? Friends with Remus?”

Your heart fluttered at the mention of Remus. “Yeah, I am. How did you know?”

“He talks about you a lot,” she explained. Heat crept up your neck. “Oh? Well, that’s nice. Um, anyways, I was wondering if you understood today’s notes and assignment? I’ve been having a bad day and did not pay attention at all.”

“I can help you,” she nodded. “Would you like to meet before dinner today in the library?”

“Yes!” You smiled. “Great. See you then,” she waved and walked away.

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“So, I saw you and Y/n getting close,” Sirius wiggled his brows.

“And?” James rolled his eyes. “I thought you liked Lily,” Remus frowned.

“I do,” James said. “And you like Y/n?” Sirius grinned.

“No!” James exclaimed. “We’re best friends. That’s all.”

“Good,” Remus said. “Good?” James asked, his brows raising.

“Yeah, I mean, because you like another girl, too.”

James stared at his friend long and hard. “You fancy her, don’t you?”

Remus sunk down in the couch, covering his flaming ears with his hair. “N-No.”

“What an interesting love triangle,” Sirius remarked.

“Love triangle?” Remus questioned. “You like Y/n, Y/n likes James, James likes Lily,” Sirius explained.

“Y/n likes you?” Remus narrowed his eyes at James.

“No!” James exclaimed. “Where the hell did you get that idea, Sirius?”

“Oh, please. You two have been childhood friends. Your love for each other was bound to happen.”

“We love each other, but not in that way,” James disclaimed.

“Then who does she like?” Sirius asked. “Who knows?” James shrugged. “Maybe she doesn’t like anybody.”

“Well, she has to,” Sirius stated. “Why?” Remus asked.

Sirius shrugged, “Seems unrealistic for a girl to be friends with a bunch of boys and not like them.”

“Sirius, that’s not right,” Remus frowned. “You’re just scared she doesn’t like you,” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Maybe,” Remus mumbled.

James fought the urge to tell Remus the truth. He hated seeing his friend so distraught. But he couldn’t tell him now, not with Sirius in the room and ready to blab to you. It had to be just the two of them.

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“Thank you again,” you smiled. “No problem! You’re very easy to tutor. Most students need me to explain the whole lesson to them and do most of their homework,” Lily chuckled.

“Well, as I said, I was having a bad day,” you shrugged.

“Of course, yeah, I get that,” Lily nodded.

You began to pack up your things, panning the conversation over to James.

“So, how long have you known Remus?” You asked.

“Two years. We helped each other in fourth year in Transfiguration,” she answered.

“Are you friends with the other boys?”

“No, no,” Lily chuckled. “No offense, but they’re not… the most pleasant to be around.”

You laughed, “I totally agree. Sirius can never stay serious, but James isn’t too bad. He’s definitely got better over the years.”

“How long have you known them?” Lily asked.

“I’ve known James since childhood. Our parents were best friends when they were young, and we’re both the only child, so automatically we became friends. I’ve known Remus and Sirius ever since I came to Hogwarts,” you explained.

“You and James are really close, then?” Lily asked.

“Yep,” you nodded. You grimaced at her expression. “But not in that way! We are just friends, just me. I have no romantic feelings for him, and he doesn’t have any for me either.”

“Oh, sorry,” Lily chuckled. “I guess it’s just easy to assume.”

“Don’t worry, we get it a lot,” you smiled. “But yeah, James is a great guy.”

“He seems like a goofball,” Lily grinned.

You nodded in agreement. “He is. But he’s really sweet and has matured nicely. He’s smart, although he doesn’t act like it. He’s a great friend and really cares about the people he loves.”

“He’s easy on the eyes, too,” Lily mumbled.

You grinned, “That, too.”

“Is he, um, dating anyone?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “Do you want to date him?”

Lily shook her head. “No, I was just wondering. You talk so highly of him, I was wondering if he has a girlfriend or not.”

You nodded, seeing through her façade, but you didn’t question. “He doesn’t, but he does like someone.”

“Who?” Lily asked. “I am afraid under the best friend code, I cannot reveal that information,” you sighed with a smile.

“Oh, of course. I totally understand,” Lily nodded. “Well, I better go. My friends are waiting for me.”

“Thank you, again.”

“Of course. It was nice to get to know you. Maybe we can hang out outside of classes,” she suggested.

“I would like that,” you smiled. She gave you a smile back, walking out of the library. You walked out of the library a few moments later, going to the Great Hall and finding your friends.

“Hey,” you greeted. “Hi. Were you just with Lily?” James asked.

“Yep,” you nodded. “How did it go?” He asked.

“Great. I think she’s interested in you,” you nudged him.

He looked at her from across the bench, smiling brightly. “Really?”

“Yep, although she won’t admit it. She’s stubborn,” you said.

“Just my type,” James remarked. You laughed, “Exactly. Did you talk to Remus?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And?” You asked impatiently.

“He likes you back. Although, he won’t admit it, either.”

You chuckled, “Looks like we both have a type.”

“Sirius still thinks you like me, though.”

You scoffed, “Blimey. Like, seriously or is he just kidding?”

“Not sure. It made Remus jealous, though.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Good.”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s much more to do. You just need to ask him out.”

You nodded, “Alright. Thank you.”

He smiled, “Of course. Do you think if I asked Lily out she would say yes?”

“Maybe,” you hummed. “Can you talk about me more to her? See if she’s actually into me?” James asked.

“Yep. She wants to hang out outside of classes, too,” you said.

“Awesome! Perfect time to talk all about me,” James grinned.

“I won’t talk about you the whole time, but I’ll talk her into dating you.”

“You’re the best,” James side-hugged you. “I know,” you giggled. Your smile fell as you saw Remus talking with Lily. He had a big smile on his face and her hand was on his forearm. You knew it was unfair to assume anything, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt.

“Remus and Lily make a cute couple,” Sirius stated as he sat down.

“Sod off,” James muttered. “What’s up your ass?” Sirius chuckled.

You glared at Sirius. “Stop being a prick.”

“Oh, you, too? I knew I should’ve sat with Reggie,” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Please do,” James muttered. “So, how are things going?” Sirius tried to change the subject.

“Fine,” you sighed. “When’re your gonna ask out Lily, Prongs?” Sirius asked.

“Dunno. Sometime soon, hopefully,” James answered.

Remus came over with a big smile on his face. “Hello.”

“What were you and Lily talking about?” James interrogated.

Remus chuckled, “I have no interest in her. I was just asking her a question. I need help with something.”

“And what’s that?” James asked.

Remus’s eyes flicker to yours nervously. “J-Just some personal things.”

“Does she know about your…” Sirius curled his hands to mimic claws.

“No,” Remus rolled his eyes. “It’s about a girl.”

You perked up. “Do we know her.”

“No,” Remus said quickly. He took a sip of pumpkin juice, averting all and any eye contact with you. “I-I mean, you might.”

Your face couldn’t help but fall. “Oh.”

“Sorry,” James mumbled to you. You gave him a small smile, but he could see the sadness in your eyes. “S’alright. Silly me to think it could be me.”

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You walked into the common room, scraping your feet on the ground. You were exhausted, even more so than last week.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked. “Yeah,” you nodded. You kept your head down low, slinging your backpack onto a chair and slouching in it.

“You’ve been down recently. What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Just haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“Sorry to hear,” Remus frowned. “It’s alright,” you sighed.

Remus stared at you, twiddling with his fingers as he thought of what to do. He was planning on asking you out on a date, but now that you were in a bad mood, he was worried you wouldn’t say yes. He wasn’t even sure if you would say yes if you were in a good mood. He figured it would’ve upped his chances, though.

He wanted to hold you, kiss your head, massage your shoulders. Anything to try and help you relax.

“Why is this chair so uncomfortable,” you mumbled, shifting in your seat.

“Why don’t you sit on here? It’s bigger,” Remus gestured to the couch.

You nodded and got up, sinking in the cushions of the couch. You closed your eyes, curling up in a ball with your back turned away from him. He then realized that he didn’t have to be dating you to take care of you. You two were friends, after all. Had been for six years. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too out of character for him.

He tentatively put his hands on your shoulders, beginning to away when he felt you tense. He pushed himself to keep his hands on you. He was nervous as hell, but it wasn’t any excuse to try and comfort you.

“Just relax,” he said with a bubble in his throat.

Your shoulders fell as he started to rub them. You hummed in relief, your whole body laying limp against the couch. You were too tired and worked up to even consider how weird this was for you and Remus. You just enjoyed his hands on your body, working out the knots in your muscles.

“Thank you,” you sighed. “N-No problem,” Remus stammered.

A little smile upturned at your lips. His voice was the cherry on top.

“How was your day Remus?” You asked.

“Pretty good,” he answered. “That’s good to hear,” you hummed.

“Did you hear about James and Lily?”

“No, what happened?” You craned your head to look at him. Remus lifted one hand off your shoulder, resting his forehead on his palm as he kept rubbing your other shoulder.

“He asked her out and she said yes.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” You exclaimed. “Yeah, finally,” Remus chuckled.

“Looks like our plan worked,” you remarked.

“What plan?”

“Oh, James and I played matchmaker for each other.”

“I see,” Remus nodded. “Who did he, uh, match you with?”

“Well, we aren’t matched… yet,” you sighed. “Why not?” Remus asked.

“It’s more complicated.”

“Want to talk about it?”

You shift around to where you’re facing him now. “I’ve known him for a while and I’m not sure if he likes me back. Sometimes I can tell, but this past week has been mixed signals. I’m scared to ruin out friendship.”

He nodded, “I understand.”

“Is that what’s happening with the girl you like?” You asked.

“Yep,” he sighed. “Is she with someone else?” You asked.

“No,” his eyes flickered to you and down at his hands. “I don’t think so.”

“Then ask her out,” you urged. “Just rip off the bandaid. Worse thing she can say is no.”

Remus nodded, looking at you through your lashes. He decided this is the perfect time to do it. He rehearses the words in his head, his palms getting sweaty and his heart racing.

“Remus, are you okay?” You put your hand on his shoulder. That just made him even more on edge.

“Y-Yeah, I just…” he let out a shaky breath. “Go out with me.” He said it as more of a statement than a question.

You furrowed your brows, not sure if you heard him correctly. “What?”

“G-Go out with me?” He repeated. “I-I’m the girl you like?” You gasped.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Your jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he answered again, more hesitantly.

“So, James barely had to say anything then,” you muttered happily.

“J-James was trying to match you with me?”

“Yeah,” you answer quietly.

Remus’s face lights up with a grin. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

“James didn’t say anything,” Remus confirmed. “He said you might fancy me, but I thought you liked Lily,” you said.

Remus’s face scrunched up. “How did you get that idea?”

“You two have been getting ready close the past week. I just figured,” you shrugged.

“I was actually asking her on tips on how to ask you out,” he admitted.

You giggled, “Really?” “Yep,” he nodded. “I had this whole plan, but it obviously didn’t happen.”

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, tangling your hand in his sandy hair. You looked at him with dreamy eyes. “I’m glad it happened the way it did.”

Remus’s heart pounded against his chest as he slowly slid his hand onto the small of your back. “I-I’m glad.”

You lean forward, resting your forward on his. You close your eyes as you’re about to kiss him, but you get interrupted.

“Moony! Guess what just — what the hell?” Sirius exclaimed.

“Hey, Padfoot,” Remus grinned.

Sirius pointed between you two, stammering in confused. “Wh-What? I thought you liked Lily? And you! I thought you liked James.”

You groaned, “Have you been listening to a word I’ve been saying this past week.”

“Apparently not!” Sirius laughed. “Well, you two do certainly make a better-looking couple.”

Remus blushed, “Thanks. Do you, um…?”

“Oh, yeah! Of course. Sorry!” Sirius ran to the boy’s dormitory stairs. “Hey, make sure to use a condom.”

You snorted, smacking your forehead with your hand. “He is something else.”

Remus hummed in agreement. You looked at him again, smiling widely.

“Shall we continue?” He suggested.

You giggled and nodded. “We shall.”

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isolemnlyswear · 3 years

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hello! can i request a modern marauder (you pick) x popstar!fem!reader (while they're still in hogwarts) to the song breathin by ariana grande as if it were the reader's song? <3 <3

breathin

a/n : this is the most specified request i've ever gotten, so it's kinda shitty ! i really have never wrote anything like this - at all - and i didn’t know if the reader was meant to be a muggle or not ????????? so i made them not one. bc you’re anon i cant ask you questions abt your request, so next time please specify!

continued a/n : wow, this is interesting. i dont like it, but !!! hope u enjoy????

warnings : swearing, bad writing

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Remus sighed, glaring at the raven-haired boy beside him.

“What, s’gonna be fun!” Sirius grins, and the lycanthrope who’s refuting him simply laughs.

“Fun? Your idea of fun is a packed concert - full of muggles, nonetheless - for this...popstar woman?” Remus says incredulously, and Sirius raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, ho, ho, this is not any popstar, Moony. Plus, what else are we gonna do over the summer? Sulk around at your parents’ house?” Sirius grins again, and Remus lets out a sigh.

“The latter I can agree with. But who is this girl, anyway?” Remus inquires, and Sirius reaches into his back pocket to acquire his phone. Although Hogwarts doesn't allow modern technology, both Sirius and Remus have their own each for the summers. With how phone-centered the modern world is, they couldn't not.

He swipes through to find a picture of you - one obtained from your Instagram, which has over four million followers - and holds it up to Remus.

“Merlin,” he breathes, eyes scanning the image.

You're wearing a brown leather dress, the shoulders poking up just barely. Your hair is framing your face, legs tucked under you in a half-crouch, and you're looking into the camera with lips perfectly parted. It was one you took for the shoot of your newest album, and a particular favorite of yours.

“Gorgeous, right? She’s really talented, as well.” Sirius grins, looking at his best friend, who is unresponsive, with eyes glued on the screen. “Moony?” he waves a hand over the brunette’s face, who snaps out of his trance.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure.” Remus says, blinking a few too many times.

“So, you up for it now?”

“Alright,” Remus replies, nodding at Sirius, who pumps his fists into the air with a grin.

“She's American, but doing a show in London in a few weeks,” Sirius informs, smiling.

“American, huh? How old is she?” Remus asks, settling back into the couch they're perched on.

“That's the best part. She's our age - just turned eighteen.” Sirius grins again, putting his phone away.

“Oh yeah? You say that like she'd notice us. Never gonna happen, Pads.” Remus smiles, shaking his head.

“Expect the unexpected, mon amie.”

---

You're fiddling anxiously with your fingers, hands out of use as someone else is doing your makeup, rather than yourself.

“Almost done, Miss L/N,” Madelyn, your makeup artist, says, brushing a soft highlighter over your cheekbones.

“Mads, I told you that you can call me Y/N. You only do my makeup every day,” you say, closing your eyes as the woman pats highlighter into your inner corner.

“And...” she mists your face with setting spray, “...Done!”

---

About four hours later, your back is facing the crowd that's piled into the venue, stage lights shut off as only the sounds of quiet murmurs and shuffling feet hit your ears.

And then, the lights come on with a thumping click, and you begin the routine that you've practiced time and time again.

The music to your first song, the least vocally challenging of the set, begins, and you turn around with a sway of your hips.

Holding the mic to your mouth, you begin a one-step, two-step rhythm, one that's second nature to you; your eyes survey the crowd, left hand reaching to flip your hair.

The tune changes, and the beat is faster, now, as the lights begin to flash and your voice, in a habitual fashion, changes to match. You stride out rhythmically to the center of the stage.

You crouch in a fluid movement, thankful for the coverage your outfit gives you. It's a black sparkling jumpsuit, bottoms being a high-waisted, glimmering fabric with two side flaps, connected at your stomach to a matching corset-like top.

After a few minutes of usual song/dance routines, followed by cheers from the crowd, you decide it's time for a crowd interaction. It's difficult, resisting the urge to pull out your wand and cast a silencing charm to get the group's attention, but you opt for speech, instead.

"Alright, alright, everybody," you say into the mic with a laugh, eyes scanning the crowd for someone to converse with.

There's one man - his ebony hair is swishing as he speaks - who's bouncing up and down like an eager dog, and you laugh.

"We all excited to be here? In London!" you say, garnering numerous cheers and screams from the group.

"I can tell you are." You walk over to the raven-haired boy, who's in front row, and crouch down. He'd previously cheered extremely loud, confirming his excitement.

The boy makes a loud whoop'ing noise, getting a laugh from his friend.

His friend.

You continue to speak, walking over to someone else, but now your eyes are glued on him.

He looks about your age, with beautifully disheveled sandy brown hair and chocolate eyes. He has numerous scars littering his face, some new and red, some older and whitening.

You can't help but wonder what the scars are from, and you feel a strange attachment to the boy, though you've never spoken before.

And after a while, it's time for your final song. About a thirds of the way through, at your favorite part, you meander back over to the boys.

You lean over, disguising your position as a simple concert move, but you're really staring into the brunette's eyes.

"You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated." The words fall from your mouth effortlessly, and you're able to search the boy's eyes as you sing. There's a spark in them, a glimmer of light that pulls you in.

"All I need is to see your face." You sing, still singing almost directly to the brunette.

You need to see more of him, you suddenly think. And you continue to sing the song, but all that swims around in your brain is a plan. A plan to erase the mystery behind the boy.

The show comes to a close, but before everyone has left, you pull your manager aside.

"Hey, Martin, this- this is an odd request, but could you ask these two boys to come backstage? That sounds, um, interesting, but would y'mind-"

"What do they look like?" Martin interrupts you, and you sigh in relief.

"One has longer black hair, and the other... sorta sandy brown hair, and some scars on his face. Can you find them from that?"

"I'll try."

You nod and thank him, running backstage to your small lounge and bathroom to await your mysterious visitors, changing quickly into clothes that are more comfortable; a simple silk dress, in a y/f/c hue, and a sweater to go over it.

You fiddle with your wand in your hands, mentally berating yourself.

It was quite a reckless decision, really. It's not like you had a valid reason for inviting these people to such a VIP space such as this. Just because you feel some weird connection to one of them didn't mean you could disregard everything. These boys are probably muggles, and you are not. Merlin, you're getting shipped off to Scotland next year after being home-schooled by your magical parents for eighteen years - just in time for your last year of school -going to a boarding school called Hogwarts (which would be a PR nightmare, but your parents insisted you needed some 'real-life experience').

But amidst your train of thought, you hear a knock at your door - two taps, three taps, your manager's code that it's okay to open the door - and you shove your wand into your (enlarged via Engorgio charm) pocket.

You stride over to the door, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and open it to see Martin.

"Here they are, Miss L/N." He steps to the side to reveal the two boys, the darker-haired male standing in front, and you refrain from gasping when he steps forward, allowing you full view of the other boy.

The scars on his face are glimmering in the light, and his eyes are warm, pulling you in with every glance. His hair is perfectly tousled, and he's tall, over six foot two, or so you'd guess.

"Come in," you say, stepping aside to allow them entrance. You nod to Martin, signalling him to leave, and he does so, shutting the door and leaving you with the pair.

"Holy shit," the raven-haired boy says, and you realize he's only slightly shorter, about an inch less.

You laugh slightly, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Why are we back here?" the shorter one says, and you smile. He's made himself comfortable, seemingly the more outgoing, but the other one is still standing awkwardly beside you.

"You can relax, I'm not interrogating you," you say, smiling at the taller boy, who seems to let out a breath. "Why don't you introduce yourselves, and then we can talk, okay?"

"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black." The boy runs a hand through his dark hair, grinning.

"Ah, like the constellation? Brightest star in the sky," you say, and he nods.

"I'm, um, Remus. Remus Lupin," the other boy says tentatively, offering a smile.

"Hi, Remus," you say, nodding. "I don't want to assume you know my name, I'm aware you're not American, but considering you're at this concert-"

"Of course, we know your name, we're British, not daft," Sirius says with a playful scoff, and you laugh. "You're Y/N."

"That I am," you say with a giggle, and Remus grins. Your heart stops for a moment, the world coming to a halt as his eyes meet yours.

Sirius clears his throat, and a blush spreads onto the apples of your cheeks. You gulp, looking down.

"So, you didn't answer my question," Sirius starts, tilting his head, but Remus kicks his shin.

"Pads, chill," he whispers, shaking his head. Sirius shakes his head, looking at you.

"It's fine, really. 'M not that interesting, no need to be uptight," you say, smiling again.

"I'd beg to differ," Remus breathes.

After what feels like no time at all, but is really three hours, you've gotten any and all formalities out of the way. Well, all but one - you're still unsure if they're muggles, and they don't know that you're a witch, either.

That is, until Remus gets up to go to the restroom, and something tumbles out of his pocket.

Your first thought is how did something that long fit in a jean pocket, but then you see what it is.

It's a wand, about ten inches, cypress wood, with a small bulb at the end of it. You gasp, and Remus goes pale, stumbling to pick it up.

"Is that-" you start, but Sirius cuts you off.

"It's nothing," he says quickly, but you shake your head.

"That's a wand," you say slowly, and Remus is wide-eyed, nervously fidgeting.

"It-"

"No, no, no," you say, reaching into the pocket of your sweater and pulling out your own. Sirius and Remus simultaneously gasp as you brandish it in your hands, and you grin.

"You're a witch?" Remus asks, jaw slack.

"You're a wizard?" you return, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck yeah we are!" Sirius says, and you grin.

"What school?" Remus inquires, and you purse your lips.

"I was home-schooled, but this year - for my last one - I'm going to this school called Hogwarts? D'you know it?" you explain, garnering another gasp from the pair.

"That's where we go," Remus says, and your eyes light up.

"Really?!" you ask excitedly.

"Yeah! I guess you'll have some friends when you get there, at least," Remus assures, grinning.

"I bet Remus wishes you had a boyfriend to greet you," Sirius says, disguised with some coughs, and you blush. Remus kicks his friend in the shin again, and turns to you with a sigh.

"Sorry, he doesn't know what he's talking about," he says, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Does he not?" you ask flirtatiously, and it's Remus's turn to blush.

"Uh-"

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" you say with a mischievous grin, one returned by the sandy-haired boy in front of you.

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avalonmoonshinesstuff · 3 years

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Sirius or Remus?

Dear Noony,

I have no context (and way too many ask games to check which one this is about) so I'll make this a long-ass post because I just have ✨ thoughts ✨ on these characters.

The topics are:

Who do I ship more with Severus.

Who do I see becoming friends with Severus.

Which character do I prefer more.

Who would win in a fight.

Who would I choose for myself.

Who would I write in my next fanfic.

Who do I see myself getting along with.

Whose counterpart is cooler.

Conclusion.

Who do I ship more with Severus: Now, although I like a good Snupin (love it when Moony recognizes Severus as it's mate), it's Snack/Snirius that steals my heart. It just has that perfect level of angst, enemies to lovers, and love angles (not triangles, I usually dislike them, thanks). Hate sex is amazing too, and the fiction is beautiful. And the weird tingling that the fighting seems like flirting in the back of their minds. And when they're both mutually pining but they think that it's unrequited. And more.

Also, yes, Remus may be more wholesome and might give Sev some therapy (after he gets some himself, of course) but I can't ship a relationship that may have a NPC that's being too giving and a replacement for therapy. Trust me, Remus would drop Sev because of how much he hates himself not being there for him as therapy.

Who do I see becoming friends with Severus: Remus, tbh, even though I'd like to say Sirius. Sirius has an irrational dislike for Severus from the start, while I think Remus just went along with his friends. He's the flow in the moment kind of person (I'm pretty sure he's a February Pisces) and they are kind of NPC characters or they believe they are. Obviously, Remus has to stop having NPC syndrome for him to actually move on from his prejudice against Severus and SEVERELY beg for forgiveness if he wants to be on friendly terms with Severus. Severus (in my opinion) has the capacity to forgive people with time and convincing (as I imagine is the case with McGonagall, who used to favor her Marauders). And Remus has the capacity to work really hard for a goal (as we see when he is spying in the Werewolf camp), to the point that people start questioning his loyalty.

When we see Remus go back to his pregnant wife (I hope he did, I can't remember)... We know that Remus can get over all this and try, at the very least, to be Severus' friend.

Which character do I prefer more: I'd love to say that I prefer none of these because I usually do but... I like Sirius more than Remus (not that I hate Remus). As a Pisces Rising, I get that Remus wanted friends and that he had a serious hindrance stopping him, but the fact that even after everyone is dead and gone... He doesn't reevaluate what he thought of Severus really shows. His behavior towards him, his first lesson, the way he minimized what James and Sirius did even after so long really shows that Remus is very comfortable and in love with the position he is in. I get that its easy to not think critically, but Remus was in a position to bring change. You see, after the job was gone, and Harry came to him asking about James' bullying... Remus should have really taken the chance to talk positively about a fellow order member that Harry would be trusting his life onto (if not for Severus, for Harry's mental health because he was trusting Sev with his life). When I realized that Remus was a Pisces, I felt very offended because I would never not use the power I had for some good (he was prefect) and I couldn't imagine life being as passive and unchanged as Remus was. I guess, in the end, I kinda dislike him for personal reasons... I mean, did this fictional character have to be a Pisces??

No shade on Sirius, I actually do like him, and it's not completely based on how much I kind of dislike Remus. Remus is a gray character and Sirius is the kind of gray that's closer to black. But I love him for it because he didn't have any leadership roles (except as Harry's godfather) that he completely fucked up. Sirius does show change, minimal though it is, he really does. As a teen, he believed in complete evil and complete good. He desperately tried to be completely good, who was James ig. He did become mini James but as an adult, he kind of realizes that James isn't completely good. Obviously, his hate towards Severus is still there; he's still the bully. However, I do think that his redemption from that role was set up when he says that line "the world isn't divided into good people and death eaters". I think (?) this is said around Regulus' sacrifice was found so it was mostly applying to Regulus and not Severus for Sirius. But, in my opinion, Regulus is the appetizer for Severus' redemption. And! Sirius told Harry that he never thought Severus could actually become a death eater, so this feeling multiplies. I see amazing Snirius happening Post war (whether they survive or not doesn't matter, they can get together in the afterlife for all I care). Sirius being the elder brother, having all responsibility on his head, and him breaking through them is really cool (although he didn't break away from two stereotypes: crazy and dark/dark gray). Him never feeling remorse is scary af but brief moments before his death, I did see some spark of redemption there. Above that, more than 10 years of isolation and prison does drive people mad, okay? This man needs some serious therapy (I think I also project some of my BPD onto him).

So, in the end, I like Severus only (I almost never need to project onto him because he's that good) and barely tolerate the others 😅.

Who would win in a fight: My man Remus, plz, he'd win anyday. He did, against Sirius, in canon (POA).

Who would I choose for myself?: Neither for sex, Sirius as my slave coz he'd hate it. (He's fictional) I have a gf so I'm happy everywhere else. All I want is a good slave 🤣. Also, dogs are cool, lol.

Who would I write in my next fanfic?: I have two planned already, but I think I want to write some Severus x male!Reader with background Severus x Remus (onesided, atm).

Who do I see myself getting along with: Neither, really, because I would think that Sirius is too much and Remus too NPC. I do think that I'd be acquainted with Remus because we love libraries and chocolate but our interests would vastly differ and I think it's weird trying to talk to someone new when in a library.

Whose counterpart is cooler: I was going to go with Remus, and I'm still going to go with Renus. I do see the potential in Sirius (change at your will) but from a medical perspective, and muggle too, Remus is way cooler. Potion-making barely (if ever) needs magic and that's what the muggles have. Becoming a Lycanthrope doesn't require a magical core (as far as I'm concerned). Lycanthropy is the kind of magic that muggles are familiar with, a moon-blessed-craziness (it's well documented). If muggles research, they can find a way to make transformations completely painless etc. Muggles can be Lycanthropes but not Animagi so Remus is definitely cooler.

Conclusion: Wow, that was long! Okay, in the end, I think they were both complex characters who each had their redeemable qualities. Gray af, too, as most of HP characters are. Too bad, I only like Sev and those who I think matches well with him (he is the bar and if anyone is beneficial to him, only then will I like them).

It's the mentally ill character for me!! Sirius wins!!

Thanks so much for asking and if I didn't cover any part, feel free to ask some more!! Or even if you want more elaborations 😌

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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I need to be on brand and request Kyle O'Reilly headcanons. If you wanna throw in a werewolf one yknow as a treat it would be much obliged.

Ahhh fuck I love you for this. You KNOW I love this man and am an absolute SLUT for all things lycanthrope, so I apologize right now if that kinda... takes this over... Because once I got started thinking about our boy as a wolf? I couldn’t fucking stop ( and yes.. it’s probably going to get a little dirty ) .... So gladly. Lemme just..

Oh yeah.. If you’re not 18+ see your way out. I probably should’ve put this on the Kenny post earlier but eh.. I was still waking up. Anyway, let me just get into it and repeat again. If you’re not 18+ this is not for you.

LIFE EDIT. THE WOLF ONES TOOK OVER> SO THIS IS WEREWOLF!KYLE. Oops.

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┎ You’d never guess that Kyle was anything other than a smart, sexy & funny mild mannered guy.. But then the full moon comes and that other side takes over. At first, you wondered why he’d grow distant around the full moon every month but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. You probably wouldn’t have ever known anything different if you hadn’t shown up at his place to check on him and found him. He tried to make you leave but you absolutely refused, pushing your way into the door of his apartment where you feasted your eyes on Kyle, barely hanging on, the animal within taking over a little more each second.

-- he leaned into you, his nose ghosting the curve separating your neck from your shoulder and you bit back a whimper. Important to note here... Up to this point you two were just friends. But you wanted more. ;p

-- “So sweet.” his assessment of the scent of your body was accompanied by this flash of amber lighting his irises momentarily. His pupils grew and he stepped so much closer, melting into you, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight and in a voice more growl than speaking, he mumbled against your hair, “Mine.” the question mark hanging heavily in the air as you melted right back into him and gave a drawn out sigh. “Always. No matter what.”

┎ There are other times the animal pries it’s way to the surface.. See, Kyle having this other side can make him a little... Territorial at times. Like the time that Adam Cole was trying to chat you up backstage at a Ring Of Honor thing. Yeah, Kyle did not fucking like that one bit because Adam was just as in his head at the time as he was in Adam’s. He kept you by his side and wouldn’t take an eye off you the whole night. And when you got back to the hotel, whew..

-- You two barely made it in the door of his room and his fingers were already tugging at the hem of your shirt. His hips were snapping, each rub against you leaving you a little shakier than the last. You came away with more bite marks / evidence he’d been there the next morning than Kyle normally left.

-- You’ve spent a lot of time since trying to figure out just how to push that side out more often. You love Kyle being gentle with you, yes, but that night was just... Intense. Downright primal. He was leaving his claim on you for everyone to see.

┎ He’s very gentle with you. Very. Think a lot of staring deep into your eyes, his hands gliding up and down your body, gripping at random with every single slow and deliberate thrust. He’ll kiss the bridge of your nose and brush your hair out of your face, even rub his nose against yours all while saying the absolute sweetest things.

-- Believes in laughter during sex. Embraces the weird / comical things that happen on occasion, from Bobby Fish bursting in mid fuck and stumbling right back out while hollering and holding his hands over his eyes to the time that you two went in for a kiss at the same time and smacked faces. He’s not going to be all uptight and insist that laughter kills the mood. In fact.. In his case? 99 percent of the time, laughter in bed ENHANCES just how good sex with Kyle is. Not that it needs enhancing, of course.

┎ Very, very, very into creating a mood. Loves to keep the lights soft and low. Really loves to make love to music, especially classic rock. Especially the slower ballad type songs.

┎ Could eat you out all night. As it is, he won’t stop until you practically have to try and stop him. That tongue knows exactly how to make you whimper and moan and grab the bedsheets and his hair. He loves it when you thrust your hips upward at his mouth too. (IE, bby loves to just fucking bury his face in it and when he pulls away, your juices are usually dripping from his chin and he does not give one single fuck. He’s too busy giving you that cocky little grin and wink, leaning down to kiss you and whisper in that cocky tone, “You liked that a little bit, huh?”)

┎ Absolutely fucking loses it when you go down on him. Whimpering, gently grabbing your hair, bucking his hips against your mouth, begging for more. If you really want him to lose it, pull away after he’s came and let him watch you swallow. You’ll definitely get driven into the mattresses.

┎ Honestly, his favorite position is missionary. Because he loves to stare down at you beneath him. To be within ease of kissing you distance at all times. To be able to grab hold of your hips to keep you still, to angle them upward so he can bury himself even deeper inside. Growling against your ear.

┎ Remember when I mentioned the animal side taking over? That’s when he’ll whisper the dirtiest shit into your ear. That’s also when he likes you on all fours, settled over you or both of you on your knees, you backed up against him so that he can both squeeze your tits and slam you up and down on his cock until you’re screaming his name.

-- just one of the things he’s growled into your ear during, “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” - he was heavily teasing you, having you ride his thigh while he was sitting sprawled in a chair. This continued when he got you on your back, tore off your clothes and started to use his fingers to show you exactly how he was planning to wreck you shortly. And he refused to let you get off.

┎ “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You feel so fucking amazing. So wet I can barely stay in.” - he loves giving praise during. Loves it.

┎ Likes to rip clothing off you. Seriously, nothing you wear is safe when he gets going. Especially if he’s in a mood.

-- He once used your torn tee shirt to lightly tie your wrists while he teased you with his mouth dancing all over your skin, stopping once in a while to look up at you, bite his lip and just fucking groan, buck himself against the bed as if to show just how bad he wanted you.

┎ When he’s done with you, he’ll collapse on the bed beside you and pull you on top of him, his arms going straight around you, giving you a little squeeze. Then he’ll yawn and kiss the bridge of your nose and mutter in that sleepy little voice, “Love you, sweetheart. Just.. wanna stay like this for a while, okay?” which you gladly oblige.

#kyleoreillysknee

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cocosvtfanatic17 · 5 years

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If The Hip Hop Unit Were Werewolves

-for your mythology project, you were tasked with researching the phenomenon of the lycanthrope -or, more commonly known as, the werewolf -originally, you were just gonna do some good ol' research on the Internet and look for the first few articles that came up on Google -however, you then had the idea to make your project visual as well as oral -meaning you had the idea of adding some sort of moodboard to the presentation just to make it look nicer -so you went out into the local forests near your school to look for some leaves and dirt -you were planning to go to the thrift store to get come old faux fur samples to act as the 'werewolf fur' -you were minding your own business, collecting what you needed -it was only 3:30 PM - just after school finished - so it was still pretty light outside, much to your relief -so you received quite the shock of your life when you heard a howl not too far away from you -you froze, in the middle of picking a leaf off the floor -you could not move, you didn't want to until you knew what that was -had there always been wolves in your neighbourhood? -after a long silence, you, slowly and cautiously, began to resume your leaf and dirt picking -until you heard it again -the same howl -but much closer this time -you began to panic, is this when your life comes to an end? So soon? Before you've even really been anyone? -"Please show yourself if you're the one making the howl," you called out boldly, hoping and praying it was some stupid kid at school trying to be funny -you didn't get an answer, cementing your stupid schoolkid theory -until you heard a, "Sorry, that was me, actually." -turning with a gasp, you saw a young looking boy walk towards you -he was only wearing sweatpants and a tank top, showing off his muscular arms, his light hair was messy, as though he had ran his hand through it multiple times, and he had a sheepish grin on his face -he looked as though he was your age -"Are you having a laugh? You scared the shit out of me, y'know!" you grumbled irritably turning back to the pile of leaves you had collected. -"Yeah, sorry; I was just practicing my howl for the Annual Howl Contest tonight," the boy said, causing you to turn back to him in amusement -"The what, sorry?" -"Y'know, the Annual Howl Contest," the boy said as though it was obvious. "All the werewolf packs get together to see which pack has the loudest, most powerful howl." -you stopped listening past 'werewolf' -was this boy really insinuating that he was a werewolf? -deciding to entertain him, you said, "Hmm, now it's funny that you say that, because I'm doing a mythology project and my topic is supposed to be werewolves!" -"Wow! Really?" the boy exclaimed, genuinely sounding excited -"Really! And, y'know, I would love to get a picture of you in your wolf form, if you don't mind." -turning back to your leaves, you chuckled, feeling as though you had caught the boy out -so you weren't expecting him to say a casual, "Okay," and hear a bunch of ripping noises -immediately turning back around, your jaw dropped as you saw that the boy was gone and, standing in his place was a big, blonde wolf -not knowing what else to do, you screamed -and you screamed bloody murder -the wolf looked almost alarmed (if that was even possible) and bounded forwards as though to comfort you -you, however, were not having it, and you backed up, screaming out, "HELP! HELP!! WOLF!! WOOOLF!!!" -as though your prayers had been answered, you heard footsteps running, getting louder as they approached the forest -however, when the owners of the feet arrived, your hope fell -"You're not police," you stated in disappointment to the three men in front of you -they all seemed to ignore you and, instead, focused on the blonde wolf that tried to attack you -"Vernon, what are you doing out here? You missed afternoon roll call!" the man with black hair scolded, causing the wolf - apparently named 'Vernon' - to whine and his ears to droop -which was pretty cute even if it was coming from a humongous wolf -"Hyung, who's that?" another one of the men said. He was a lot younger looking and also really attractive as well -"Yeah, good question, um, who are you?" the black-haired man asked you -"Uh, I'm (y/n) and I'm currently terrified because I was talking to this boy who was making these howling noises and said they were for this howling contest that fucking werewolves go to and I think I'm losing my mind!" you blurted, feeling yourself get more and more hysterical with every passing word -the black-haired man walked forward, his hands out cautiously. "Okay, (y/n). My name's Seungcheol, and I need you to calm down. Your life isn't in any danger, I promise you." -somehow, hearing the calm in his voice calmed you down as a result, your breathing slowing as you regained your composure -"Vernon, turn back into a human; you're scaring her," the quieter, bespectacled man said. -Vernon the wolf did as told, and, before your own eyes, transformed back into the same boy that you were talking to before -"I'm sorry for scaring you, (y/n)," he said, "but why did you ask me to transform if you were gonna react like that?" -"BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE GONNA TRANSFORM IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!" you cried out, feeling yourself get hysterical again -"Breathe, (y/n); I need you to breathe," Seungcheol instructed, holding his hands up again -"I think (y/n) may be another non-believer," the bespectacled man remarked -"That seems to make the most sense," Seungcheol agreed, before turning back to you -"'Non-believer'? What do you mean by that?" you asked after you had calmed down for the second time -"It's kinda in the name," Vernon said, "By 'non-believer', we mean someone who doesn't believe in the existence of 'mythological' beings such as vampires, sirens, zombies and werewolves." -"Wait . . ." you began, "does that mean that all that you listed--" -"Are real? Absolutely," Seungcheol finished for you. You inhaled deeply, before bursting out into laughter -"This is just a dream, isn't it?" you said through your laughter. "I'm gonna wake up, and I'll still be picking leaves for my project, and everything will be as it should be." -you closed you eyes for a good five seconds, before slowly opening them and groaning out loud when you saw the four men still standing, staring at you blankly -"Oh, I knew it wasn't a dream!" you complained, before exhaling again and looking back up at the men. "So, I'm assuming all of you are werewolves, then?" -"That's correct," Seungcheol responded. "My name's Seungcheol, as you know. This is Mingyu *gestures to the attractive guy*, that's Wonwoo *gestures to the bespectacled man*, and, well, I think you're already well-acquainted with Vernon." -"Uh, nice to meet you guys, I guess," you said, forcing a smile as you waved. -"Hey, I just had an idea!" Vernon said excitedly. "You said that your project is about werewolves, right?" -"Uh, yes?" you answered, not entirely sure where he was going with this -"How about we bring you back to our base and you can hang out there until you've gathered all the information you need to know!" -"WHAT?!" that 'what' came from two parties: you and Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seungcheol -"Vernon, are you crazy?! (y/n) can't do that!" Mingyu protested. -"Yeah! I don't wanna get eaten alive!" you cried out, before covering you mouth. "I'm sorry, was that offensive?" -"Little bit," Wonwoo replied -"Yeah, just a bit," Mingyu added. -"I have never, for the life of me, understood this stereotype: werewolves don't eat humans because normal wolves don't eat humans; it’s as simple as that," Seungcheol explained, sounding slightly annoyed. -"Right, right. Sorry," you mumbled awkwardly -"Now about Vernon's idea," Seungcheol continued on, "as insane as it may sound on paper, I can see where Vernon's coming from." -"You can???" You, Mingyu and Wonwoo all said at the same time. -"Yeah; I mean, it may go completely wrong," Seungcheol admitted, "but I think it would be the best way for (y/n) to get the best grade for (his/her) project, because the real thing is better than some Wikipedia article, isn't it?" -". . . I cannot believe you're actually willing to go through with this," Wonwoo said. -"I can't either!" you agreed, before turning to Seungcheol. "If we are to do this, will you guarantee that I would be completely safe?" -"(y/n), I'm the Alpha of our pack," Seungcheol bragged. "Managing others' safety is practically in my job description." -you couldn't help but laugh at that, before weighing up your options -you could accept and possibly put your life on the line for some project which didn't even go to your final grade anyway -or you could decline and try to go on living a normal existence, and simultaneously forgetting that this ever happened -of course you went with the logical option -"Eh, what have I got to lose? I'm in!" you cheered, causing Vernon to cheer with you -"Well, here's hoping this doesn't completely fail," Mingyu said, causing you to laugh nervously -you really hoped that this didn't end up being a huge mistake -in some instances, your life was depending on it

#the second part to my halloween series #look out for the individual members coming your way soon!#choi seungcheol #s.coups #jeon wonwoo #kim mingyu #chwe hansol #vernon #supernatural au #gender neutral reader #seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfiction #svt fanfiction #halloween x seventeen 2018

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dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocs · 6 years

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Arms

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Based off Christina Perri’s “Arms”

Words: 2886

Summary: The Reader gets injured on a hunt. After getting healed by Cas, she and the boys go to a karaoke bar.

I suck at summaries. I also started this 2 years ago and just managed to finish it today. It’s the first fic I’ve ever completed, so try to not be too harsh, but feel free to tell me what I can do better!

Run. That's all your mind could process. Run as far as you can. Run as fast as you can.

"Y/N!" Aw crap. While you were trying to get away, Dean managed to get caught. You quickly turned around and cocked your gun, preparing to shoot a silver bullet straight through the heart of the werewolf you were hunting.

"Where ya at, Dean?" You yell into the dark. Why do we always end up hunting this shit at night? You thought to yourself as you kept an eye out for the eldest Winchester or the lycanthrope. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, you ugly son of a bitch!"

Growling is all you hear before a pain shoots through your right side and the world falls black.

"Mornin' Apple-Pie!" Dean's cheery voice echoes through the small motel room, magnified by the side-splitting headache you have.

"Ugh. How long was I out?" You ask, sitting up while rubbing your head, willing the pain to go away. Dean pushes you back on the bed before you manage to make it into a sitting position, though.

"No no no, you gotta stay down. That bitch got you real good. Sliced your side right open. And don't worry, you've only been out since last night. I do gotta say, you were a real pain-in-the-ass to get in the car."

"Sorry," you mumble.

"Why'd you head back? You should've kept running." Dean looks at you curiously.

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks. "I thought I heard you and Sam in trouble. Figured if I didn't come back you'd kill me." You try joking your way out of it.

"Yeah, well you're just lucky the chihuahua on steroids didn't kill you first. Cas should be here soon to heal you. If we can talk him into it, we're gonna head down to that karaoke bar you wanted to check out a couple of towns over."

You mumble an "okay" as you lay back down and start to drift off.

You wake up to a warm heat coursing through your body. You open your eyes as you see Castiel withdraw his hand from your side.

"Thanks, Cas." You say, standing up. "We going to that bar?" You question them. When you see Dean nod, you race to grab your duffle bag and hop in the shower.

Once finished, you push the sleeves of your AC/DC shirt up to your elbows. You quickly straighten your hair and apply your makeup before walking out to grab your combat boots.

Looking around, you notice all the boys have left, you assume they went back to the Winchesters' room.

You slip your shoes on with ease and grab your wallet, then you're out.

You arrive outside Sam and Dean's door, only to be met with arguing in hushed whispers.

"No, Sam! It's not happening. You know the closer we are to someone, the more danger they're in. Why would you want to do that?"

Confused, you knock on the door. "Hey guys, you ready to go?"

You hear one of them shushing the other and rushing to get the door.

Dean greets you with his warm smile. "Yeah, Apple-pie. We're ready." He hurries past you and hops in Baby, leaving you to shoot a questioning glance towards Sam, who just brushes it off.

The drive to the bar was filled with classic rock and you and Dean having a "who's singing can irritate Sam more?" contest. You ended up winning, much to Dean's dismay.

When you finally got to the bar Bertha's, you ran inside as fast as you could, grabbing a table in the back. The boys soon followed, Cas having met them outside.

"Heya, Cassy-boy." You smiled.

"Hello, Y/N. How is your side feeling?"

"I'm great. Takes a little more than some mutt to keep me down." You chuckled.

"Well, Imma go get us some beers," Dean said, walking up to the bar.

"So," Sam turned to you. "You gonna sing tonight? Or did you just drag us here to listen to the other drunks?"

"I want to sing..." You said, turning away.

"But...?"

"But I'm kinda scared." You mumbled towards the floor. You heard Sam laughing when you said this. You whipped your head around to face him. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just a little surprised that Y/N, one of the most badass hunters I know, the girl who's afraid of nothing, is scared to sing in public."

"Who's scared of what?" Dean asked, walking back to the table, setting the beers down.

"Y/N's scared to sing on stage." Cas piped up, joining the conversation, flinching when you slapped his arm.

"You're scared? Of what? They're just a bunch of drunk morons." Dean said.

"It's nothing. Don't worry. I'm sorry I made you guys come here. We should have just gone back to the bunker. "

"Come on, Y/N." Dean placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to look at him. "What if I sing something too? Will you get up there then?"

Thinking it over, you decided that if Dean got up there and embarrassed himself, you could too. "Yeah. I guess."

"Great. Let's go sign up." Dean grabbed your arm and led you to where you signed up to sing. Once he was registered, you had him go back to the table, telling him you had to take a minute to pick out a song.

You knew what song you wanted to sing. It had been stuck in your head for weeks after a late night watching random youtube videos. The only problem, besides stage fright, was that the song was everything you wanted to say but were too afraid to. You headed back to the table after a few minutes, taking a long drink of your beer.

"So, you decide on a song?" Sam asked. You just nodded yes, feeling your face flush at the thought of actually getting on stage. "What'd you choose?"

Setting your beer down, you smirked at him in hopes to play it off. "You'll just have to wait and see Sammy-boy."

They seem to accept that and you guys spend the next half hour listening to the people on stage before Dean's name gets called. He shoots a wink at you before heading up there and it takes all you have to fight the blush. This is Dean we're talking about. He does that all the time. It means nothing.

For someone who says he hates to sing, he owns the stage like he was made for it. If you didn't live the life you did, you definitely would've pushed him to be on one of the singing competition shows. That's stupid Y/N, if you didn't live this life you wouldn't have ever met him.

Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton starts playing over the speakers. Huh, why would he choose this? Dean always acts like he hates country. He starts singing and it feels like your insides turned to soup. You'd never let anyone else know it, but Dean's singing is always something that calms you. When you have a nightmare or after a hunt gone wrong, Dean would come to your room and just sing to help you feel better. If you guys were in a motel with Sam, he's just hum and try to take your mind off of whatever's bothering you. It usually ended with you drifting off during it, and afterward, you two would have an unspoken agreement to not talk about it.

The song finishes way too soon for your liking. Dean joins you guys back at the table and you just smile and listen to Sam tease him about his choice in music. Then comes what you've been dreading all night. Your name gets called to come on stage. You look between the boys with wide eyes as they all but push you out of your seat and towards the stage.

You take the microphone and close your eyes as the music starts.

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart But you came around And you knocked me off the ground from the start

You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go You put your arms around me and I'm home

You opened your eyes and looked over at your best friends, seeing Sam and Cas with huge smiles watching you. Dean, however, had a much smaller smile on his face. He looked almost wistful. He nodded at you to continue, giving you the encouragement you needed. Little did he know you were singing to him.

How many times will let you me change my mind and turn around I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

You thought back as you sang, to all the times Dean's been there for you. All the late night whispered conversations in motel rooms as Sam slept. All the trips to bars together after successful hunts where you two would celebrate. All the nights where he found you crying after losing someone.

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

The world is coming down on me And I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone

You think about how you aren't good enough for him. He deserves someone who could give him the perfect life. A life with no monsters and no worries about if today's gonna be his last day. Someone who can give him kids and a house to come home to every day, not some secret underground lair for monster hunters.

You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

You know Dean though. Even if he found someone to get out of the life for, he would never do it. He'd never even consider being with someone. He's so convinced that it'd only end bloody. Guess that's another thing you have in common. You would never tell him how you felt. There's no chance he'd feel the same, and even if he did, you couldn't handle being the reason he gets hurt.

I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth And I've never opened up I've never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

You put your arms around me and I'm home

The song ended and you brought your hand up to your face. You didn't realize a tear had fallen down. Well shit, that's not gonna seem suspicious. You make your way back over to the table and immediately the boys have you wrapped in a hug, telling you how good you sounded up there. You brush them off and pick up your beer.

You guys leave pretty soon after that and start heading back to the bunker.

You all got back to the bunker around 1 am. You decided to just head straight to your room with claims of being tired. You weren't, but they didn't need to know you just didn't feel like being out there with them right now. You managed to avoid questions about your song choice on the way home, but you didn't want to risk anything else tonight. Surely they'd forget about it by tomorrow morning.

In your room, you throw on a tank top and some shorts that are way too short for your liking, but they're the only thing you can find right now and you don't have the energy to keep looking. You get out your laptop and look up Tennessee Whiskey on youtube. You didn't bother with headphones, instead just setting the computer down on your nightstand and lay back.

You have your eyes closed, just listening to the music. You didn't hear the soft knock at your door, or it cracking open when you didn't answer. Dean walks in, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you.

"Hey Y/N" he softly says. You shoot up from your bed, instinctually looking for the threat. When all you can find is Dean, you smile. "I, uh, wasn't quite as good as the original, huh?" He laughs dryly.

"I was actually thinking the opposite. Little upset I had to settle for this." I motion to my laptop and pause the video. "Would you maybe sing for me?" I ask quietly, avoiding looking at him.

Without saying anything he comes over to the other side of the bed and climbs in. You join him and lift the covers over you like you've done so many nights before. He pulls you to his chest as he leans against the headboard and starts singing like he does whenever you're scared. You start drifting off to the vibrations of his chest as he finishes Tennessee Whiskey (which you've now decided is definitely your favorite song.) You're just about asleep when a tiny voice catches your attention.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Well, that has you awake.

"You are the smartest person I know Dean. Why are you asking that?" You don't move your head from his chest, instead, you subconsciously rub small patterns with your fingers.

"I know why you chose that song Y/N/N." You still, not sure you can say anything. Does he really know? "Aren't you gonna ask why I chose the one I did?" When it becomes apparent you aren't going to say anything, he continues. "I've spent years trying to drown myself in alcohol to forget all of the bad we face every day. If I wasn't hunting, I was drinking. I knew it wouldn't make me forget completely, but I could at least drink until a new hunt came along. But then you joined us. I always had to protect Sammy. My whole life I've known nothing else. He always came number one. But when you came along and joined our little crappy makeshift family? Well, things didn't seem so crappy anymore.

"Ever since my mom died, it was like my family wasn't complete. It always felt like we were searching for something. But meeting you was like the search was over. Like all this shit me and Sammy have been through was just leading up to meeting you. And damn sweetheart, if you weren't the best reward anyone could ever ask for. After that, it's like I didn't feel the need to drink my nights away. I'd rather be sober and stay up all night talking with you. You are the best damn alcohol I've ever had."

You stayed silent for a while, fearing that your voice would give way. Although the tears soaking through his shirt probably did a good enough job on their own.

"Please Apple-Pie, say something." He sounded almost scared. Like saying all of that was gonna push you away.

"I'm scared, Dean." You admitted. "What if something happens to you because of me? We don't exactly live the safest lives? And what about if something happens between the two of us? I wouldn't just lose you, I'd lose Sam and Cas. And not to mention I can't give you the apple pie life with two kids and a picket fence?" He cut off your rambling by grabbing your face and pulling you towards him in a slow kiss.

"Y/N. You think I haven't thought of all of that? First of all, nothing will happen between us. And even if it did, Sam and Cas would definitely choose you." He laughed. "I don't want that apple pie life, I just want my Apple-Pie with me every night. And the risk of putting you in danger is the only thing that's kept me from saying all of this the day I met you. I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend however long we have in this screwed up life with you by my side."

You looked up at him for a long time, your face still in his hands. Maybe things can work out in your favor. You love Dean. If you have the chance to be happy, however fleeting, maybe it's worth the risk to take it.

"I love you too Dean." You say as your lips meet his. Let's just say that was the last night you spent in your own room.

#dean winchester #dean imagine #deanxreader #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #deanimagine #dean fanfiction #dean #supernaturalimagine #supernatural #spn imagine #spnimagine

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lesbianalinex · 7 years

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Why do u think Cassandra Clare's portrayal of LGBTQ+ isn't good?

Anonymous asked: Why is Casssanderia Clare characters bad representation for LGBT+ characters?

Well… this is gonna be long so, I’m warning you now! Also, this isn’t even half of the reasons why I don’t like her.

And book fans, before you come at me, read this, I will know if you haven’t.

Why Cassandra Clare’s Portrayal of LGBTQ+ Characters Is Problematic, with receipts.

I’m gonna start simple with the way she handled Raphael being Aromantic and Asexual, technically, this isn’t even canon in the books. She posted it on Twitter. That was it. That was how much she cared. She had an entire story in The Bane Chronicles dedicated to him but still, all it got was a tweet. Which she literally confirmed was just a headcanon. [source]

In advance, here is basically types of biphobia in general. That I won’t include here, just for the length of the post.

Alec is very biphobic. There are several slut shaming incidents towards Magnus, especially in City of Fallen Angels. A memorable moment that immediately comes to mind is when Alec finds out about Camille and Magnus’ past. I believe this is when Alec finds out about Magnus’ sexuality in Chapter 13.

“We know each other.” Magnus shrugged, very slightly, as if to say, What can you do? “Once upon a time she wasmy girlfriend.”

[chapter break]

“Your girlfriend?” Alec looked astonished. So did Maryse. Simon couldn’t say he was unastonished himself.“You dated a vampire? A girl vampire?”

[another irrelivant paragraph goes here before Alec comes back to the topic]

“How many other people?” Alec asked. “Roughly.”

Magnus shook his head. “I can’t count, and it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how I feel about you.”

“More than a hundred?” Alec asked. Magnus looked blank. “Two hundred?”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation now,” Magnus said, to no one in particular. Simon was inclined toagree, and wished they weren’t having it in front of him.

“Why so many?” Alec’s blue eyes were very bright in the dimness. Simon couldn’t tell if he was angry. He didn’tsound angry, just very intense, but Alec was a shut-down person, and perhaps this was as angry as he ever got.“Do you get bored with people fast?”

Now, perhaps Alec is just surprised, but this last paragraph bugs me particularly, because the “do you get bored with people fast” is kinda slut shaming, it emphasises the “bisexuals sleep around” stereotype, and it’s even more problematic that Alec insists on having this conversation in the middle of the Institute, in public.

Then later in the book (chapter 15), Alec brings it up again, in public.

“Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scott. Respectable old werewolf family.”

Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?”

Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!”

“Well, I don’t know anything about your past, do I?” Alec demanded. “You won’t tell me anything; you just say it doesn’t matter.”

Magnus’s face was expressionless, but there was a dark tinge of anger to his voice. “Does this mean every time I mention anyone I’ve ever met, you’re going to ask me if I had an affair with them?”

Alec’s expression was stubborn, but Simon couldn’t help having a flash of sympathy; the hurt behind his blue eyes was clear. “Maybe.”

“I met Napoleon once,” said Magnus. “We didn’t have an affair, though. He was shockingly prudish for a Frenchman.”

“You met Napoleon?” Jordan, who appeared to be missing most of the conversation, looked impressed. “So it’s true what they say about warlocks, then?”

Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. “What’s true?”

“Alexander,” said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon’s eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. “You can’t be rude to everyone who talks to me.”

Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture. “And why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with werewolf boy here. He’s pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good-looks type.”

“Hey, now,” said Jordan mildly.

Magnus put his head in his hands.

“Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren’t into?”

“Mermaids,” said Magnus into his fingers. “They always smell like seaweed.”

“It’s not funny,” Alec said savagely, and kicking back his chair, he got up from the table and stalked off into the crowd.

Magnus still had his head in his hands, the black spikes of his hair sticking out between his fingers. “I just don’tsee,” he said to no one in particular, “why the past has to matter.”

This ^^^ entire thing just annoys the hell out of me and goes past problematic to abusive.

Alec doesn’t trust Magnus anymore. It was fine when he thought Mangus was gay, but the minute he realises Magnus is Bisexual, he instantly thinks he’s flirting with Jordan and trying to cheat on him and it’s utterly ridiculous.

Not only does this has some pretty abusive themes in relationship terms, but the biphobia is astounding.

Just to add to it, it states that Simon sympathises with Alec, which means that CC really does defend this, she thinks that this is okay. Which it’s not.

Alec then storms off like a child leaving a very clearly hurt Magnus behind. Later they have a conversation where Magnus is trying to justify himself, but surprise surprise they’re interrupted and there is no apology.

Then, moving onto City of Lost Souls, we have this:

Clary glanced past him and asked, “Where’s Magnus?”

“He said it would be better if he didn’t come. Apparently he and the Seelie Queen have some kind of history.”

Isabelle raised her eyebrows.

“Not that kind of history,” said Alec irritably. “Some kind of feud. Though,” he added, half under his breath, “the way he got around before me, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

This was nearly an entire book later, and Alec still hasn’t realised or been properly called out on it. He’s had time to adjust but no… What bugs me most about this (despite the blatant lack of trust) is the fact that Magnus isn’t even there to defend himself. Alec is making completely unnecessary, rude, comments about his boyfriend to his sister and their friends. It does say that he and Isabelle hang back to talk, but we have no idea what she says to him.

All of that not only indicates Alec’s biphobia, but shows just some of the blatant bisexual stereotypes that surround Magnus.

Now, book Malec… this could take a while.

I’m gonna try and do this in order, but sorry if it’s a little mixed up.

Magnus isn’t comfortable being in a relationship with Alec when he’s closested, which is fair enough, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But the part I have an issue with is that he basically ignores Alec completely and pushes Alec to come out, knowing that Alec lives in a very homophobic society.

Also, I’m pretty sure Alec was only 17 at the beginning of CoB.

Alec is literally the token gay. He’s supposed to be a strong leader, and a soldier. But he has never killed a demon until he’s eighteen, which is considered very, very late, for a Shadowhunter, and for Gods sake, Simon (a mundane at the time) killed a demon first in City of Bones… it’s unrealistic.

There is no trust in their relationship, at all. Alec doesn’t trust Magnus not to cheat. Alec goes behind Magnus’ back, to his abusive ex, to try and shorten his life, whether he changed his mind or not, it was still ridiculous. On the plus side, Alec finally learnt the word “sorry”.

A lot of Malec’s relationship was queerbaiting, there was rarely any of their relationship on page, and their “big moment” which CC is so very proud of and loves taking praise for is literally a paragraph long before it goes back to the incest/hetero/love triangle drama.

Maia smiled tightly. “I’m not a Shadowhunter. Lycanthropes are considered adults at sixteen.“

"Well, you have to get drawn on, then,” said Isabelle. “By a Shadowhunter. So you’d better look for one."

"But-” Maia, still looking over at Alec and Magnus, broke off and raised her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at-and stared.

Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people-Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike-were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.

Maia looked perplexed. “Wait a second,” she said. “Do we all have to do that, too?”

That’s literally it. Her big moment that makes her think that her token gay couple are so epic, is a sentence, told from somebody else’s perspective… Wow… it’s amazing! Give CC an award!

Sidelined. For an entire book. They just get together and they’re just happy and then they’re gone, which is totally unnecessary. And now yes, she is writing stories for a Magnus trilogy about what happened. But she’s just covering her own ass, because people told her how problematic it was. They come back from vacation and the biphobia begins…

City of Lost Souls… the biphobia continues, the lack of trust continues. But, we get Aline and Helen and I’ll come to them in a moment.

Then we have City of Heavenly Fire which is a mess and screams “sassy gay” stereotype for Alec, which was kinda cringy. But there’s this.

“Is that why you forgave me? For me, or you?” Alec said, not angry, just curious.

“I forgave you because I love you and I hate being without you. I hate it, my cat hates it. And because Catarina convinced me I was being stupid.”

“Mmm. I like her.”

And I presume they’re talking about forgiveness for the immortality thieving thing, which becomes very problematic.

Because Magnus forgave him… because Catarina told him he was being stupid?? Which he wasn’t?? Alec tried to shorten his life, he tried to ensure his death. I feel like people so often brush that aside, which CC does here. Magnus never forgave Alec properly, not for the right reasons. And I just… how do you have a healthy relationship when it’s based on that.

Her version of Malec’s happy ending, is keeping Magnus immortal and Alec mortal, and giving them a mortal and immortal child. Whereas she takes away Simon’s immortality so that the white (they’re both white in the books) heterosexuals can grow old together but Malec doesn’t get that luxury. Not to mention this means Max is going to watch his brother and father grow old and die and Magnus has to deal with one of his sons, and his husband/boyfriend die.

Now, Aline and Helen. As you might have noticed from my url, I love Aline. I love her so much, but not how CC portrayed her. So, basically, I love the fandoms version of her.

But, Heline, like Malec, is frowned on by their entire community and they’re tragically split up, and Helen is exiled, if they want to be together Aline has to leave too.

Then… that’s about it for a while. Apparently, stuff happens that we don’t see… then suddenly they’re engaged and getting married.

Their entire wedding is surrounded by negativity, as the Clave set a condition that Helen could only marry Aline if she humiliated herself at the Acadamy, lying to the students so they would fear faeries. Then I’m pretty sure they have to leave again.

Then we come to TDA, specifically LoS… now, we’re suddenly hit by a tonne of lgbt+ characters and it seems rather suspicious and not CC’s style *cough*fanservice *cough* queerbaiting *cough* CC is profiting from Malec’s relationship, and since she’s realised that she’s just thrown a tonne more characters in for the hell of it.

Lord of the Shadows Spoilers ahead

Aline Penhallow - Sexually assaulted, faced homophobia and disapproval from her parents, her girlfriend was exiled, if she wanted to be with Helen she had to leave too, marriage is overshadowed by the clave’s racism.

Helen Blackthorn - orphaned, banished as punishment for her parentage, wasn’t allowed to get married unless she was paraded around the academy so she could be mocked, feared and turn more Shadowhunters against faeries

Diana Wrayburn - A Trans Woman of Colour, who’s parents forced her to be a man in public, and is surrounded by tragedy when she loses her sister then her parents.

Mark Blackthorn - Was kidnapped, tortured, beaten, abused, abandoned by his people, used as a bargaining chip, faced biphobic stereotypes by his boyfriend and has faced more trauma than probably any other mortal in any of the books.

Keiran - had his title taken away, lied about Mark, putting him in danger to try and get him back, then was abducted.

Kit and Ty is nothing but queerbait at the moment.

And none of this even covers how badly she treats Isabelle and how unecessary Livvy’s death was...

To summarise it all:

CC didn’t care about Raphael’s identity.

Alec is still biphobic.

Book!Malec is very, very unhealthy and borderline abusive.

Heline were sidelined every five minutes.

CC treats her LGBT+ characters terribly.

Just because there are LGBT+ characters, doesn’t mean that it has good representation. Any questions?

#Haters come at me #tmi meta #my meta #homophobia /#biphobia /#tmi #anti tmi #ant cc #anti cassandra clare #Anonymous #Tori gets messages...

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i saw only a few draws of yanya but i want to know more about him :

kicks the door in WELL my friend ur in LUCK bc i have a LOT of shit abt yanya to talk abt

let’s kick it off with his backstory SHALL WE

so ! yanyas a lil kitsune boi raised in a little village in the outskirts of karnosea on famia, we dont have a name for it yet its not important w/e ANYWAY

he was BORN in a bigger town in central karnosea which i also dont have a name for but its also not important, what IS important is that he was a happy lil gremlin for most of his little babby years until he hit about elementary school where all the other kids’ parents started teaching them to be racist towards orcs and kitsunes and lizardfolk n shit! so they started being little shits towards him. which made him not like being in fox shape around them anymore. or in general.

so when his mums, shiranuit, a kitsune barbarian, and resnerina, a half-orc witch, were like “fuck that shit,” they moved away to that much smaller settlement, made up almost Entirely of rarer races like catfolk and wyvaran, and also orcs and ogres and stuff yea

and things were p alright! yanyas mums love him Very Much ok i love them and i love him and they all love each other. shiranuit works as a weaponsmith, and resnerina works as a luthier. so when u mashed their work together, u got yanya, a skald, or Basically a rage bard, who makes all his weapons and instruments, bc he makes his weapons into instruments, and vice versa.

his first weapon in game was a heavy mace that doubled as a guitar! it was crafted from metal ofc but its body was in the shape of a cow skull bc that shit’s metal. on one side was the guitar all strung up, and on the other he’d flip it around and it’s just Covered in spikes for him to beat the shit out of whatever 8)c

he uses his music to express himself. even with cure and mending magic, destroying things and lashing out and being aggressive all the time doesn’t make him feel good, so he’ll usually just turn to screaming out some sick tunes instead. his music’s very important to him.

moving back to early life however! he moved on through school pretty easy. i mean. not Entirely too easily bc the boy’s dumb as a brick so w/e he just. he didnt flunk out at the very least ok Cs get degrees anyway

and when he was abt.. 16, 17, he met ash! his first..and Only girly friend who’s also a kitsune, and a gunslinger! between the two of them, she’s kind of.. the ‘brains’ but. even then she’s not like, super smart. it’s just.. not hard to be smarter than yanya w/ that sweet 7 WIS and 10 INT score lmfao. she’s plenty clever tho!

around this time yanya and ash didn’t go to school, they travelled around their local part of karnosea causing a little trouble here and there bc well. they’re of chaotic alignment. however! chaotic good alignment, so they really only gave hell to..racists 8) .. bc fuck em

the thing is though, while yanya had two mums that loved him a lot, ash didn’t. she had one mum that sucked a bunch and constantly berated her, and yanya knew, it was partially why they spent so much time just carting around wildly, having fun, bc yanya knew she deserved better!

as a side note, karnosea is neighboring artorias, which is the Big Capital of famia, where Queen Azaroa has opened a bard college! probably the best and most chattered abt all over the world tbh. you can bet yanya’s heard of it by now, being as musically inclined as he is, and has always sort of dreamed of going there.. but shit, he and his fam ain’t making that kind of money, lmfao

but! it just so happens, as rumors say, there’s a new scholarship surfacing, offered specifically to members of more. rare races, such as kitsunes! yanya can’t lie about his interest being piqued..

but the thing was, from 16 going on 18, he was sort of perfectly happy and content just travelling around like a rascal with ash, because they were best friends!! and having fun!! and without yanya, he thought ash would be all alone with her fuckin mean ass mum!! he didn’t want that, and also that bard college is probably overrated anyway, whatever..

ash’s mum isn’t having any of it, wtf ash is happy??

the second ash and yanya get back home from whatever little bout of travel they were on, ash’s mum goes on a tirade at ash about how she’s dragging yanya down and holding him back, how she’s not good enough for him, etc.. so ash panics, because she knows he isn’t going to leave her unless she makes him never wanna see her again.

so! that same day, ash tells yanya about. how she’s been cheating on him the whole time. laughs in his face. tells him he should’ve expected it, kitsunes are known for being tricksters, liars after all!

he’s heartbroken.. so he leaves for artorias in a shocked daze probably not a full 12 hr later

and he gets accepted to the college!

ofc being kinda poor and rough around the edges, it’s not without it’s fair share of. snooty ass rich kids being assholes, which is whatever. turns out tho, some of those rich kids are from karnosea! so because yanyas as subtle as an airhorn, rumors about him not being human spread. guess who gets to deal with racist school peers all over again! yaaaay

it’s not totally bleak, though. at college yanya met jonavahn, neyla, pazzoch, and a bunch of the other rare-race scholarship kids and they all form their own little nestled group of friends :’>

soo because yanya’s fuckin shit at like, learning, he like, does kind of piss poor in all the actual study-centric classes lmfao. but! he’s fantastic at the physical side of things–he excels with playing instruments and melee fighting, because it’s less read-a-book-and-study and more muscle memory and physical training and practice, ofc. he just barely graduated bc getting half amazing grades and half shitty grades only balances out to so much, but dAMMIT HE DID IT

so when he graduates, he goes back home for a little bit. im sure while he was at college, he managed to visit his mums back at karnosea for a little bit on breaks, but. just the idea of going back to karnosea, just knowing that. it’s where ash was. it made it a lot harder in practice than it was in theory for him lmfao.

but being back home, getting to see him mums again! it makes him really happy! because his mums love him a lot !!! and love and support him a shit ton!! they’re so proud! look at their son that graduated from the artorian queen’s bard college! holy shit!!

yanya realizes sometimes that he takes his mums for granted.. they’ve always been there to makes him feel like everything’s ok. and they do a damn good job of it!

a fun fact! lershe, my old incompetence quest 1 character, is a half-orc monk–by the end of iq1, he became a lycanthrope (this was in dnd 3.5, so monks could still get infected by lycanthropy), and also a lvl 30 minor deity lmfao

lershe was separated from his dad, who was raising him on his own, at a v young age. at the end of iq1, lershe sought him out, found him again, and found out that he’d started a new family with a new wife! and tbh lershe met his mum in iq1 he could not be happier for his dad lmfao. but they have a daughter! so lershe has a little half-sister! and that little half-sister is resnerina!

because lycanthropes and kitsunes share a sort of similar ability in changing shape ya kno yeah, when yanya was a little kid, lershe was still “alive” as a mortal half-orc (lershe put off accepting that he was an immortal deity for a long time) and. was a big inspiration for yanya, naturally. these kids and people were giving him shit for being able to change shape into something that resembled an animal, but his uncle lershe can do it to, and HE’S a god!! so whatever!!

anyway so iq2 started off by all the characters running into each other in a little town in karnosea and some shit abt a cave off the outskirts of town getting ransacked by mercenaries or smth, idr

a little before then our DM said txeru and yanya were going to enter town together, and aria and karrina were going to enter town together, and we could come up w/ whatever reason why they’d end up together so txeru and yanya met first actually, just outside on town in a little tavern where they. probably got into a little scuffle just bc bar fights are fun. who cares. its fine.

its ironic bc right now, in game, txeru and yanya are fucking pissed at each other! and its great. the drama is clearing my skin. my crops are prospering.

basically txeru is a kasatha, an alien race not native to famia, and he’s come to famia trying to hide from two .. sort of alien police that’re after him for all the petty crimes he’s done. thing is, these two Very Specific alien cops are after him because. he kinda. was romantically involved with Both of them, one being his partner in crime and the other being of kasathan royalty–when he was backed into a corner and about to get caught he kind of ditched his partner and left the noble out high and dry so they’re both PISSED at him

they recently made their way to famia and found txeru, and after we TURNED TAIL AND RAN THE FUCK OFF from them, txeru explained his story

having his heart fucking shattered by ash, yanya kinda wasn’t super happy to find out txeru was a heart-shattering asshole himself!

so he DECKED HIM IN THE FACE and hadn’t spoken a kind word to him in like, a week

NOW they’re talking, it’s just. every word they say to each other is some variant of “fuck you” and atm we’re waiting for a boiling point to hit to see if they’ll kiss and make up or if they’re just gonna have to hate each other! 8) im so excited

meanwhile this entire time, we’re level 10 right now. so half way to the capstone level 20.

yanya still hasn’t formally revealed that he’s a kitsune to anyone in the group. but! as i said. the boy’s subtle as a brick thrown through a window. he’s slipped up enough times in his human disguise for just about everyone in the party to catch just a little something being off about him, but since most of the party is from artorias, away from the rarer races of karnosea, not everyone knows what a kitsune is

BUT we HAVE met a kitsune in game! madame fouxy (blame my dm for that name), but even then she only shifted from an actual fox shape to anthro fox shape, not to human shape. so they’re still unaware that kitsunes can even do that atm, meaning yanya’s ruse is hanging on by a thread lmfao

he’d just come out and say it bc he’s well aware everyone’s probably seen through him by now, but. it’s suppose to be a secret. knowing that everyone knows doesn’t make him wanna tell it, it makes him wanna convince everyone they’re wrong, even though they’re right, and he doesn’t like lying ,and if everyone’s already figured it out already, then he’s not doing a good job at keeping his own damn secrets, which freaks him out, and… etc

yanya’s favorite colors are red and blue, his favorite food is smoked rabbit, he’s 6′2″ flat on his heels in human shape, but he’s wearing stilettos bc he’s use to toe walking in fox-shape, which usually puts him up to about 6′4″, 6′5″..

he’s got a shit ton of muscle, and he eats a lot to keep up his energy! so he has his fair share of fat w a soft belly. he weighs probably anywhere from 250-300 bc im not good w weights lmfao

he has a total of.. 14 piercings, four on each ear, one on each eyebrow, two on his lips, one on his nose, and one on his tongue, almost all of which he got at the bard college lmfaoo

atm at level 10, he has 5 tails! only one spell-like ability from them, however, which is disguise self.

he knows how to sew!

he has a fear of mirrors and heights.

it’s less a ‘fear’ and more. he doesn’t like looking at himself in the mirror, practically can’t stand it when he’s in human shape. seeing his human face all he can think is “liar, liar, liar” because that’s not his ‘real’ face. seeing his fox face he’s only reminded how much fewer people would rather see him this way. if he has to, he’ll much prefer looking at his fox face, however.

AND I THINK..THAT MAY JUST COVER IT..if it’s not everything it’s Pretty close, and if i come up w anything new ur probably gonna see me draw it at some point LMFAO

#LONG POST #THAI TALKS TOO MUCH #YANYA INRUHAMA #OCS #IM #SO #SORRY

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SPN 9x12: “Sharp Teeth”

THEN: The brothers have separated again.The Mark of Cain. Garth, our weird lovable hunter who went MIA.

Grantsburg, Wisconsin.

RIP cow. Killed by Garth.

Hit by a damn car.

Boy, Garth really went through it.

Grantsburg Memorial Hospital.

“I'm looking for a John Doe that was admitted here a few days ago. He's a, uh... skinny...Ichabod Crane-looking kind of guy.” Good description.

The brothers reunite...after how long?

Wow, both brothers have a beard going on.

“Whoa. Hey. What is that? Adrenaline?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You trying to jump-start him or kill him?”

“I want some answers. He walked out on Kevin. He walked out on us. So if you got a better idea...”

Sam’s “better” idea was a hard slap to the face.

“Dean? Sam? What is this? A hospital? Wait. Am I in Heaven?” Aww.

Garth had been missing for 6 months.

Yikes. Poor hon.

The brothers share stories.

Ah. Two weeks since the brothers last saw each other.

“You worked a job with Crowley?”

“The devil you know...”

Wouldn’t be the first time, and that was the exact name of the episode when it happened!

Garth escaped.

Dean should’ve tested Garth.

Only the organs were removed from the farm animals.

“Any luck?”

“Uh, nada.”

Damn it, Dean. Don’t lie.

Bess Meyers.

Better start explaining, Garth.

“Sam! Sam, please -- don't hurt her.”

“What are you doing?! She's a werewolf!”

“So am I.”

The biggest bombshell.

“Boys...this is Bess...my beloved.” Aww.

“Now, he could start a fight in an empty house, but deep down inside, he's just a big ol' Teddy bear.” He ain’t wrong.

“And Sam here -- Sam can be a bit insecure at times, but for good reason. Bless his heart.” Get lowkey rekt, Sam.

Garth explains himself. “All right, guys, look -- about six months ago, I was outside Portland, Maine, hunting this big bad wolf.I took him down, but... He bit me in the process.”

“There's no cure, so I accepted my fate.” There is a cure. It just comes in a couple years.

Garth was gonna kill himself.

“...as they say, the rest is history. We've been married for four months now.” Garth is married now. :’)

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for a bitten to control his instincts, like Garth does? How well he's doing?”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Well, it's the truth, honey bunny.”

They’re so cute!

Bess is a born werewolf.

“Look, I know you guys want to shoot first and ask questions later, but I checked everything out. This pack is clean. Everything's Kosher.”

“Right. Uh, minus the part where your wife attacked me.”

Y’all did come in guns blazing.

“You want proof? Come pray with us.”

“You there?”

“Yeah, just pulled up. Nothing too sketchy yet.”

“That's a good thing, right?”

“Not betting on it.”

“Or are we just that jaded?”

That’s half right; something sketchy is going on, and they’re also being jaded.

"Bringing in the Sheaves”

Joy, Garth's stepmother in law.

Garth can’t play piano, lmao. I love how Dean picks up on that.

Show some manners, Dean. You’re embarrassing Garth.

I wouldn’t want to eat either.

“Don't you guys say some sort of a Grace or something?”

“We're more spiritual than we are religious. We believe, much like the American Indians did, that nature and man are one.”

“Yeah, really worked out well for them.”

lmao.

The silver bullets.

“Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible. This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truly are.”

“Yeah, but it's silver. I mean, doesn't it burn?”

“Yeah, it does a bit, but that's kind of the point. It reminds us of our fragility.”

That’s rather nice, actually.

“My daughter, Bess, was born a lycanthrope. It was one of the proudest days of my life...Which soon turned tragic... When a hunter killed my wife. Believe me when I tell you, I wanted to make someone pay. Then I looked at Bess, and I realized the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it -- ever.”

That got to Dean.

Joy’s father was the Reverend, before Bess’ dad took over.

“Look, the good Reverend Jim and his family are all a little new-agey and hippie-dippy like, but they're clean as a whistle and pillars of our community. Why is the FBI even interested in them?”

Wasn’t the Sheriff involved?

“The sooner you realize that all is good here, the sooner you can go.” Totally not creepy at all.

“Why are you being so hard on everyone?”

“Because there's no way that all of this is what it looks like. No way.”

Dean’s half right.

“We were all left in the dark when you went AWOL. I didn't know whether you were dead or worse. You should have reached out and sent someone a message.”

“And said what, Dean? That I was a werewolf?”

What were the chances that some hunter would’ve taken it upon themselves to go and kill Garth?

“I thought it best for everyone if I just stayed away. But that doesn't mean that I didn't think about and miss you and Sam... Kevin.”

“Kevin's gone.”

Garth now knows about Kevin. He looks very upset about it.

“Look, I'm just saying, this wouldn't be the first time we came across a friendly monster. Or a-a family of friendly monsters -- whatever this is.” True.

Ha, Sam’s alias was Agent Perry.

Eugh. Mutilated deer.

OH I KNEW IT. SHERIFF’S A WEREWOLF,

“Still warm. That means it died after we got the call.” How fucking smart.

“Couldn't just accept that all was good and move on, could you?” THEY MAYBE WOULD’VE IF YOU HADN’T PULLED THIS, YA DUMMY.

WHAT A THROW.

RIP Sheriff Werewolf. Killed by Dean.

"’Ragnarok’?”

“Yeah, that's, uh, Thor, Loki, Odin stuff, right?”

“Yeah, it's Norse mythology's end of days.”

Also a great movie.

“We got all the answers we need.”

“I don't know, Dean. I think we need more.”

“Oh, what? Sheriff Andy Taylor here wasn't good enough for you?”

“Enough to kill Garth? Come on, man. Let's do this right.”

Listen to Sam, Dean.

Garth’s gone.

A big, leather book on Norse Mythology.

Ah, damn it. They got Sam.

“I came to work on my sermon.”

“Well, why don't you start by preaching to me about the maw of Fenris? Yeah, that's right. I know all about you and your pack's little plan.”

He’s innocent, Dean.

“You leave her alone! You hear me?! You want to hurt somebody, you hurt me!” Aww, Garth.

“I’m sorry.” Nooo.

Haul ass, Dean.

DON’T YOU HURT GARTH.

RIP Russ. Killed by Dean.

Garth nearly wolf-ed out to try to save Bess.

Use those long legs, Sam!

RIP Joba. Killed by Dean.

“Wearing Russ' coat to hide your scent -- smart.”

“Oh, I’m full of surprises.”

Hell yeah, Dean!

RIP Joy. Killed by Dean.

Thought you could escape a Garth hug, Sam?

Dean always had a stronger relationship with Garth.

“I know this may sound a little crazy, but... Maybe I could come back and hunt with you. I mean, with my werewolf mojo, we'd have an advantage.” Just like Bobby. Wanting to hunt, even if it wasn’t for the best.

“You know, who cares where happiness comes from? Look, we're all a little weird, we're all a little wacky -- some more than others -- but...if it works, it works.” Always loved that line.

I love you, Garth. I’d almost want to see him again, but I’m afraid they’d bring him back just to kill him. So, stay safe and happy out there, Garth.

“Somebody changed the playbook, man, you know? It's like what -- what -- what's right is wrong and what's wrong is more wrong, and... I just know that when... When we rode together...”

“We split the crappiness.”

Dean’s lonely. He’s asking for Sam to hunt with him again.

This kinda reminds me of the conversation in S5, after Ruby and Lucifer...

“I just think maybe we need to put a couple W's on the board and we get past all this.” It’s going to take more than that.

“I can't trust you -- not the way I thought I could, not the way I should be able to.”

“Okay, look. Whatever happened... We are family, okay?”

“You say that like it's some sort of cure-all, like it can change the fact that everything that has ever gone wrong between us has been because we're family.”

But everything that’s gone right is because y’all are family.

“I'm saying, you want to work? Let's work. If you want to be brothers...”

I forgot how much I hated this.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 9x12 #sharp teeth

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For anyone that doesn’t know Toneye Eyenot you are missing out on an amazing writer and a truly wonderful friend. I have loads of love and respect for him. He is a man of many talents but his passion for writing just blows me away. I have yet to read anything he has written that I didn’t like. Toneye is a lover of wolves and his Facebook family are his pack with lots of wolfbrothers and wolfsisters. Some of the best people I have ever met. He is always ready to help another author and lend a hand giving feed back or help with editing a story. My best advice is for you to make sure to pick up his books. It will not be a decision you will regret. Please help me welcome Toneye Eyenot (my wolfbrother) back to Roadie Notes…….

1. It’s been awhile since we talked what new books do you have out now? Latest release?

Toneye: Hi, wolfsis, It has been! A whole year since our last little pow wow and in that year, eye have only released the before-mentioned Blood Moon Big Top, which was awaiting release last time we talked. That dreaded anthology addiction eye mentioned last time, and my resolve to curb it, failed miserably hahahaha. So, 2016 saw several more short stories released in a variety of anthologies, with a hefty handful still yet to be released. But speaking of anthologies, eye did release one which eye ran called Full Moon Slaughter through JEA Press. It was a massive undertaking which culminated in a near 400 page book, 35 authors with 37 ‘tails’ of lycanthropic madness in which eye was honoured to have the esteemed Sisters of Slaughter – Michelle Garza and Melissa Lason as our feature authors. It was a highlight of 2016 for me. It did really well on release and continues to be quite popular. So much so, that eye am now on the verge of closing the call on Full Moon Slaughter 2: Altered Beasts. This one expands on the werewolf theme into the realms of Therianthropy, which is open to include a myriad of werebeasts. We have a wereoctopus, a werehedgehog, wereants, among many other strange and bizarre creations. There is also still a healthy dose of werewolf amongst the submissions as well. This one is gonna be a real killer! 2. If you could pick any author alive or dead to have lunch with who would it be? Why?

Toneye: Oh, that’s easy! Why, Dawn Cano, the Baby Cooker, of korpse!! There’s the ‘who & why’ right there hahahaha!

3. What is the strangest thing a fan has ever done?

Toneye: Y’know, eye thought this one would be easy, but honestly, eye can’t come up with an answer. There’s probably hundreds of things, but eye myself am a little bit strange, so the strangest things everyone does are completely normal to me. Maybe this, from my fellow author and wolfbrother Matty-Bob Cash might qualify. He sent me this portrait of me and him hahahahaha

4. What is the one thing you dread to do when writing?

Toneye: Run out of coffee or lungrots. Eye always make sure eye have enough to get me through the night, after the shops are closed.

5. Did you have imaginary friends growing up? Tell me about them

Toneye: Didn’t we all? Mine was my favourite teddy bear. His name was Robot Teddy because he had pointy, square shoulders, and he used to talk to me. He told me he liked KISS, so one day eye got a black texta and gave him the Gene Simmons makeup. He didn’t like his ears either, so eye cut them off for him. He was very grateful.

6. Do you go to conventions? If not why?

Toneye: No, not yet. Despite my somewhat colourful online presence, in real life eye am a bit of a hermit. Just recently discovered a con here in Sydney, but it was after the fact. Maybe next year, or if eye find out about more in my area before they happen. Eye really should get out more. The conventions eye see on farcebook over in the U.S. and U.K. look like a lot of fun and a good way to meet other authors…maybe even score some new readers.

7. How many times did you have to submit your first story before it was accepted?

Toneye: Only once. Funny and ironic that the acceptance would be for a certain anthology which goes by the name of REJECTED For Content hahahaha.

8. Ever consider not writing? If so what made you continue?

Toneye: No, never. Been writing for over 27 years now, if you include poetry. Since 2011, writing stories has become my obsession. Although there were a couple of years, during a train-wreck of a relationship, that my writing suffered greatly. That’s why it took me 3 years to write The Scarlett Curse, but giving up was never an option. Married to my writing now and that works best for me eye think.

9. Ever thought about writing in a different category?

Toneye: Absolutely. That children’s story eye mentioned in our last interview…well, eye am still trying to find my inner 6-year-old haha. That one hasn’t made any progression, but it’s still on the cards.

10. Any new additions to the family?

Toneye: No. Still just the one son, who eye would kill and die for. My writing family continues to grow though J

11. What is coming up next for you?

Toneye: Full Moon Slaughter 2: Altered Beasts is the next thing eye will be releasing with JEA Press. Then once eye clear my current commitments of anthology submissions, eye am steering clear of anthos altogether and getting Book 3 in The Sacred Blade Of Profanity series finished once and for all! It’s been far too long since Joshua’s Folly was released and eye have readers waiting to continue that journey. Eye have been a good wolf this year though and stuck to my guns. My problem is eye hate saying ‘No’ to people, but eye have turned down several invites to anthologies this year. Maybe there is hope for me yet hahaha. Eye have been involved in a massive and secret project for the past year though and that is nearing completion. All will be revealed with that very soon.

12. Do you do release parties? Do you think they work?

Toneye: Yes, eye have done a few. They are great and they do tend to work, despite Fuktbook making it difficult every step of the way. It’s not uncommon for event organisers and guest authors to be locked out of their own event because Fuktbook thinks they’re ‘going too fast’. If you’ve ever organized one, or even just been to one, you’ll know just how crazy they can get. ‘Going fast’ is the only way you can keep up, especially if you are hosting the event. Eye always come away from them mentally exhausted but eye love ‘em! J

13. Do you have crazy stalker fans? Have you ever had one you wish would go away?

Toneye: Yes hahaha, they’re ALL crazy! My kinda crazy, of korpse. They’re not all stalkers though. Eye do have a couple who get a bit freaked out and worried when eye disappear for more than a day, but they are special to me and eye love ‘em. They can stalk me for as long as they like hahaha.

14. Do you still have a “day job”? If so what do you do?

Toneye: No day job. Eye do help my brother out every now and then though, but that’s only very occasionally. Installing floors.

15. What is your process for writing? Do you have a voice in your head?

Toneye: First and foremost…COFFEE! Once that has been taken care of, eye might sit with my characters for a while and throw some ideas around until we can all come to some kind of agreement on which way the story will go. Depending on the story, the characters can either be a breeze to work with, or they can be real troublesome bastards. Take Marnard for instance. He came into The Sacred Blade Of Profanity series during book 2 – Joshua’s Folly. Eye like Marnard, we get on well and for the most part, he goes where eye tell him. Halfway through book 3 however, and the stupid kid goes n falls in love with some wolf girl in Mellowood Forest! Eye don’t write Romance, so this has thrown me a curve ball and caused me all kinds of distress. So to refer to your earlier question about writing in a different category, Marnard is forcing my hand to include a romantic element to my otherwise dark and horrifying story. Eye will be taking every step in keeping this element to a minimum, but yeah. To say eye am not impressed by his rampant teenage hormones is a massive understatement.

16. Is there a book you want to make a sequel to you haven’t yet?

Toneye: Yes! Book 3 in The Sacred Blade Of Profanity series hahaha. Book 2 being the prequel, this one really, REALLY needs to be finished.

Fangs so much for having me back, wolfsis! Eye hope eye have given you and the readers a little more insight into what makes me tick! As a treat, and a thank you, here’s a poem eye wanna share with you. It’s from Rejected For Content 3 by JEA Press and is my fave poem that eye have written so far. Enjoy, and until next time, Kopulater Desekraters!

Thank you Toneye for coming back and giving us an update! It is always a pleasure and honor my wolfbrother!!

FRED, THE DIS-EMBODIED HEAD Written by Toneye Eyenot “Well, fuck me dead!” exclaimed poor Fred, the freshly dis-embodied head. Rolling off the foot of the bed, he saw his body twitch. “I shouldn’t care but this ain’t fair! You psychopathic bitch!” As he hit the bedroom floor, his killer bolted for the door. Her hatchet, bloody, in her claw. Her vengeance justly sated. “You got what you rightly deserved and no more,” Dolores stated. She swung the bedroom door ajar, ran from the house and to the car as sirens sounded from afar. There had been some commotion. She slammed the gears and threw the beast into a forward motion. Tearing ‘round the corner wide, the car performs a sideways slide. She near collects a passer-by, who hollers as he dives, “My god, I can’t believe I’m still alive!” Back in control, Dolores starts to breathe again. Her pounding heart now skips a beat, beside her on the seat sits Fred…The freshly dis-embodied head. “Hey Dolores, look at me! In killing me, you set me free! Free to do most anything. I think I might just sing.” His ghastly chords and horrid tones chilled poor Dolores to her bones. She cast him from the window to the swiftly passing road. Not a soul in sight, she was once again alone. Shaken, Dolores speeds towards her home. Once inside with bolted door, Dolores falls onto her floor. On her homeward ride, she was terrified and stunned by what she saw. Guess who rolls out from her bedroom door? “Hey Dolores, fancy that! You threw me out, thought that was that. Well, here I am to prove you wrong. How ‘bout another song?” Dolores screamed and held her ears. Fred began his jests and jeers in off, discordant baritones that rattled poor Dolores’ bones. She hastily scrambled for the telephone. “What is your emergency?” The voice enquired indifferently. “Help me, please!” Dolores screamed. “He will not leave me be! I’m on Flinder Street. Eleven sixty three. I don’t care how, just get here now. You have to understand, he’s killing me!” As sirens wailed, her sanity failed whilst Fred the dis-embodied head assailed. He sang of times of happiness. Of times they’d felt their lives were blessed with the truest love, through all things, would prevail. His voice carried the agony of ripped and broken nails. Bursting through her bolted door, reached the long arm of the law and grabbed Dolores off the floor, her mind destroyed, in tatters. Fred the dis-embodied head lay silently and surely dead. Dolores’ bloody hands are all that matters. Taken into custody, she was labelled with insanity. Her life was spent in deep repent, never to be free. Left without hope to atone, in her padded room alone, with Fred, the dis-embodied head to keep her company. © Toneye Eyenot 2014

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