#oc insp: jayde thatcher
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— 15 LINES OR LESS
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RULES: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.
“Well, I’ve fucked myself,”
“You really want a werewolf fugitive in your home for longer than necessary? I take it back, you are an idiot,”
“Ivan gave me the authority to remove individuals who display violence on these grounds unprovoked. Which means I get to tell you to promptly fuck off.”
“Others will test me no matter what. They already have, actually. I think I make my point pretty damn clear, so I sure as shit ain’t gonna go and fill out a questionnaire with my personal information like I’m at a werewolf DMV.”
“Like I’d ever let you eat something out of a can.”
“You come anywhere near her again, I won’t have as much restraint as I did today.”
“If he thinks that just because you’re the only one I won’t immediately clock that I’ll actually listen to what you have to say, he’s got another thing coming.”
“You are not my alpha… You never were and you never will be. I don't have an alpha.”
“I was afraid to die because I didn’t want you to remember me as an almost. I didn’t want you to look back and think ‘she almost loved me’, because I do love you. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. And the thought of me dying without you knowing that was too much for me to take.”
She halted by the bar for a second, pointing at Toby and slurring “You owe me…” her brows suddenly furrowed. “Shit, I didn’t do this for any money, did I?”
Jayde cleared her throat. “Listen, Nick,” she started and downed her entire glass of whiskey like it was water. // “It’s Patrick,” he corrected with a scowl. // She shrugged. “Eh, I knew it ended in an ‘ick’.”
Jayde scooped the kitten up and he flopped around in her grip like a ragdoll, trying to gnaw on her fingers. She held him up and tilted him this way and that, her brow furrowed in deep thought. Then she plopped the kitten back down on the bed and looked at Nadya with resolution. “Greg.”
Bonus Nadya Lines!
“I can imagine you’re here because of something bad… But it’s not my job to judge you. It’s my job to help you. And I want to help you, but it’s kind of hard to do that if you won’t at least talk to me.”
“Can’t we just… I don’t know, act like we aren’t doing anything wrong? I mean, that’s how you get away with shoplifting.” Jayde stared questioningly at her. Nadya’s face flushed once again. “N-not that I shoplift, I was just watching a petty crime documentary one night –”
“Did I ever tell you the way you set up a campsite is sexy?”
#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Nadya Bishop#ship insp: woven and thatched#I know 12 is a lot more exposition than anything but I couldn’t NOT include the ‘Greg.’
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WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF? — Jayde Thatcher (original works)
"Some of us are monsters. Just like some humans."
Nadya felt compelled to ask a strange question. "Do you think you're one of them, Jayde?"
The human held her breath at the sudden intensity of Jayde's stare. That expression looked so unreadable - so unknowable - but she couldn't look away. Nothing about it felt human, yet everything about it drew Nadya in and kept her suspended in a state of wonder.
"I'm not interested in being a monster to people like you."
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#oc insp: jayde thatcher#ok do really like how this came out#the vibes kinda turned into an obsessed hunter's poster board hidden in the closet lol#jayde kinda is their white whale... or white wolf I should say
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WOVEN & THATCHED [x]
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#oc insp: Nadya Bishop#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#ship insp: woven and thatched#Skye insisted on being the best man or she refused to come to the wedding#Toby is officiating as well#small forest wedding at the Lodge for these two#they had talked a lot about not really caring whether they got married or not#but then Jayde found the perfect ring and popped the question on Nadya’s bday after they’d been together for 4 years#Nadya lowkey scrambled to find the perfect ring for Jayde too and also proposed once she got it#so they have double proposal points
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— UNDERSTAND MY SHIP IN 5 MINUTES
I ended up doing this template again for these two!
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#oc insp: jayde thatcher#oc insp: nadya bishop#ship insp: woven and thatched#Jayde isn’t wholly opposed to pda (physical touch is her primary love language) but she’s very private with intimacy#if her and nadya are loving on each other and she sees someone looking it ticks her off#that being said there are 100% times where she just can’t keep her hands off of her
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— 5 SONGS // 3 OUTFITS
RULES: post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.
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WHITE FLAG - BISHOP BRIGGS
ARSONIST’S LULLABY - HOZIER
KING - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE
NOT DEAD YET - LORD HURON
YOU ARE A TOURIST - DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
SWEET DISPOSITION - THE TEMPER TRAP
HOLOCENE - BON IVER
BIBLE BELT - DRY THE RIVER
ANOTHER STORY - THE HEAD AND THE HEART
SHAKE IT OUT - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE
#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Nadya Bishop#Nadya is one of the warmest happiest ocs I have but her playlists suggests otherwise lol#it’s the dark childhood she pretends she didn’t suffer through :)#had to put her clinic fit because she really does love wearing it#and picture like…. bloodstains on Jayde’s tore up shirt
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— WIP IT’S DEFINITELY NOT WEDNESDAY BUT HERE WE ARE
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Here’s a little moment of my original girlies after a stressful day getting a lil beat up, but still finding that silver lining (warning for slightly suggestive content)
Once her hand was fully bandaged, Jayde set it on Nadya’s waist and pulled her closer while the other one came to rest against her cheek. “Hey,” Jayde prompted softly with a stroke of her thumb.
“Hm?” Nadya hummed, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
“Thank you.”
Jayde caught the human’s smile before she shut her eyes and it made her smile, too. In the calm quiet of their bathroom, Jayde got the all too familiar craving for her lips. She knew their softness and warmth would soothe that last bit of dread within her heart. Nadya must have longed for the same, because she felt her lean in. Jayde went to eagerly meet her halfway. Their lips were just about to touch before she had a realization that made her heart freeze in panic.
The hand cradling Nadya’s face shot down to her shoulder. “Wait,” Jayde said as her whole body flinched back.
Nadya blinked at her in surprise and confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“Your lip,” Jayde pointed out. The cut may be small, but it was still an open wound, and all it took was just a little bit of saliva in a human’s bloodstream to kickstart the fever. She almost turned Nadya into a werewolf with a kiss.
Nadya touched her bottom lip like she only just noticed that it was split. Then her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her, too. “Oh,” she muttered in wonder.
Jayde had the same exact thought. Anger boiled up from her chest again and she held back an animalistic growl. The small injury would only take a handful of days at the most to fully heal, but the fact that something so simple, yet so essential had been taken away from her so easily offended the wolf far more than the pain from her own injuries.
“I should’ve broken his fucking legs,” Jayde grumbled under her breath.
Nadya smiled apologetically. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure you broke his jaw. He won’t be kissing anyone for a while, either.”
A small, amused exhale pushed out of her nose and she replied half sarcastically. “It does make me feel better, thank you.”
“And there are other places to kiss. Like here,” Nadya brought Jayde’s wounded hand up to her lips, “and here,” she gently pecked the most noticeable bruise on her jaw, “or here," her fingers brushed across Jayde’s heated skin as she moved her hair behind her shoulder to expose her neck. Jayde held her breath as Nadya planted a prolonged kiss to her pulse.
Each place her mouth touched was exactly what Jayde needed. She felt every fear and doubt melt away at the utterly captivating contact, her body releasing all of its tension with a deep sigh. But where it replenished, it also made the urge to kiss her more unbearable to resist.
“You’re being a tease,” Jayde warned, her skin prickling intensely as her wolf stirred.
Nadya leaned back and sported a smug expression. “Just think of it as extended foreplay.”
A lighthearted laugh put strain on her wounds and Jayde had to hold her injured side for a moment until the pain passed. “You’re terrible,” she said, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her temple.
“You love it," she said, nuzzling back into her neck.
#ship insp: woven and thatched#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Nadya Bishop#one of Nadya’s favorite hobbies is being a tease
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Feraleth Stendar | Zephyrine Abraxas (SW: THR)
Vaune Iyer (CP77) | Imogen Kol (SW)
Jayde Thatcher | Nadya Bishop (original works)
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#oc insp: Feraleth Stendar#oc insp: Zephyrine Abraxas#oc insp: Vaune Iyer#oc insp: Imogen Kol#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Nadya Bishop
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Nadya Bishop // Jayde Thatcher
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— WIP WEDNESDAY
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It’s Wednesday my dudes. have a snippet of this OG thing I’ve been freshening up. I might post the rest of it within the next couple weeks, but for now enjoy the girls having a totally normal coffee date :)
“So, Jay,” Nadya said coyly, lifting her steaming mug of coffee up to her lips for a quick sip, “Is this a date?”
Jayde released an amused breath as she scanned the humble cafe before settling back on her with a crooked grin. “What else would it be?”
The irresistible warmth of her brown eyes reflected the string lights that hung in the window they sat by, adding a twinkle to her next lighthearted words. “Well, you did try to pass it off as a stakeout, but I’m not so sure it is.”
Nadya only teased to relieve some of the tension. They were on a stakeout. Jayde had received word of hunter activity a mere few towns away from The Lodge. Far too close for comfort. If it were up to her, Jayde would have come by herself and dealt with the situation before it got out of hand, but even she knew when to approach a problem a little more tactfully. Besides, she would draw too much attention on her own. Two young women enjoying coffee together? Couldn’t get more normal and inconspicuous than that.
Which was why the two of them had been there all morning, seated by the window with the best view of the main street. Though, Jayde also kept a very watchful eye on every customer that came and went. Anyone could be an enemy.
Nadya didn’t serve only as cover. Stakeouts could take days and Jayde could hardly stand being separated from her for hours. Surely it wasn’t so bad to utilize some of the downtime to enjoy her company.
“You caught me,” Jayde replied with a smooth sarcastic timbre, crossing her arms on the table and leaning in. “I made up the hunters so I could drag you to a random coffee shop an hour and a half away. Figured you were bored with the one at home.”
Nadya leaned in, too, and matched the wolf’s smirk. “You’re so romantic.”
Jayde eyed the display case of freshly made pastries and various other baked goods by the front counter, the scents of which were almost nauseatingly sweet, but no less enticing. “How about I buy you a piece of pie to make up for it?”
One of Nadya’s brows shot up in intrigue. “You really know your way to a woman’s heart, Jayde Thatcher.”
“Proud to say that I know yours very well,” she replied with a wink and got up.
Jayde made her way to the counter and returned the barista’s warm smile and greeting. She had learned enough not to have to rely on her heightened senses in order to tell if a stranger was genuine or not, but Jayde always found it more difficult to discern when it came to customer service workers. It impressed her. If Jayde had to deal with ill mannered stupidity every day for hours on end, she would not have the patience to maintain a happy-go-lucky act in the slightest.
The boy manning the espresso machine behind the woman taking her order didn’t seem to have that particular talent, either. He grumbled profanities under his breath and hit every visible button, but the machine only stuttered and grumbled in response.
Jayde ignored it and motioned to the display case as she fished a few bills out of her pocket. “I’ll take a slice of the pecan pie.”
The barista accepted the money, her grin still present even when another coworker groaned loudly as they swooped in to save the — no doubt expensive — espresso machine from further abuse. “We could warm it up for you, if you’d like?”
“Sure, sounds great,” Jayde answered, dropping her change in the tip jar and returning to her table.
“What’s the plan if we find hunters?” Nadya asked as soon as Jayde sat back down.
The blonde shrugged and took a swig from her mug. “Depends on how many there are. If it’s only a few, I can take care of it. If it turns out to be a big group, we’ll have to go back to The Lodge and figure out a plan to lead them away.”
The human’s expression grew a bit dark. “By take care of it, you mean…”
“Nadya, you know I can’t let hunters be this close to us.”
“I know,” she said quickly and gripped her mug in both hands. “And I know what these people do. I’m not trying to argue against it.”
“You don’t have to be involved,” Jayde assured her.
“I already am,” Nadya said quietly.
Jayde didn’t realize until that moment that Nadya was right. The concept hadn’t even crossed her mind. Killing hunters had become second nature to her after so many years of survival. Jayde hated them. She hated the constant threat they posed to her family. Wiping a hunter out of existence was just as easy as getting rid of any pest. But regardless of how she felt about it, the truth was it was still taking a life. Nadya preserved life. It went against her nature to cause harm. Jayde loved her for that. The fact that she unintentionally made her complicit felt like a worse offense than murder, and it hadn’t been the first time.
Jayde shook her head and stared down at the contents of her mug in shame. She felt so selfish for taking her human girlfriend on such an endeavor instead of Toby or even Skye. “Fuck, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you with me.”
“No, no,” Nadya said quickly and rested her hand on Jayde’s. “I chose to come. I want to help keep home safe – keep you safe, I just… I guess I’m still trying to accept everything that comes along with that.”
A very brief smile tugged at the corner of Jayde’s mouth. She appreciated the bravery it took for someone like her to be a part of this, but also understood the grim reality that Nadya must come to terms with about the life she now had to live. Half of Jayde was shocked it hadn’t scared the human away from her yet.
“I know,” Jayde said solemnly.
“Here’s your pie,” a young male voice interrupted.
Jayde looked up to see the boy who struggled with the espresso machine place a plate down between them, along with utensils and napkins. He seemed in better spirits now, but he still avoided their gazes with a reddish tint to his soft features. Jayde heard the thrum of his heartbeat and felt a small measure of pity for his embarrassment.
“Thank you,” Nadya said warmly with a grateful smile. The boy nodded and walked away. Then she addressed Jayde. “Let’s pause the morality talk for some pie, yeah?”
Jayde laughed at the lighthearted suggestion and the playful look on Nadya’s features as the girl dug in. “Pie beats morality every time.”
Nadya chuckled and shook her head, but still shrugged in agreement. She speared another bite onto her fork before she even finished chewing the first. “You want some of this? It’s pretty good.”
“Sure,” Jayde accepted and reached for her own fork.
As soon as her fingers made contact, a violent burst of white-hot pain assaulted her skin. It shocked her enough that she dropped the fork unceremoniously and sent it clattering against the ceramic plate and onto the wood table with a few loud clangs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw startled heads snap in their direction from around the entire cafe. Nadya jumped a bit in surprise, too, and stared at Jayde in question.
The werewolf had about half a beat to understand and react. The fork was silver. It had been intentionally placed as a trap to expose her. There were no doubts within her mind. Somewhere in the shop, a hunter had their eyes on her.
Jayde would not give them the satisfaction. The encounter had to be on her terms. She needed to pretend the slip up had been a regular case of mundane clumsiness.
With a shake of her head and a light laugh, Jayde met Nadya’s confused gaze and forced herself to pick up the fork again.
Agony flared across her entire hand as if she had reached into a furnace to pull the utensil out. Jayde dealt with silver fairly often, but never so voluntarily. No matter how many times she endured direct contact, she just never got used to the unique burn of it. Seconds ticked by like minutes as it felt like her skin was being flayed off with a molten knife. It took all of her willpower to keep a calm expression.
“It’s okay,” she told Nadya quietly through clenched teeth, trying to keep her hand from trembling as she speared a bite of the pie. “It’s silver.”
Nadya’s eyes widened as she glanced down at her hand in alarm. “What are you –?”
“Relax,” Jayde instructed. She placed the bite in her mouth, careful not to come in direct contact with the silver more than she had to, and set the fork back down. The relief was so immense after she let go that she almost slumped in her chair with a heavy sigh. “What coffee shop has genuine silver utensils?”
Jayde saw Nadya’s swift thought process put it together in hardly a second. She put on a calm façade just as quickly and casually took another bite, though the sudden scent of her fear caused the wolf in Jayde to stir protectively. “What do we do?”
“Just finish our stuff,” Jayde answered plainly and tried to hide her injured hand. “Then we’ll take a walk and see if anyone follows us.”
“Your hand,” she said and reached across the table. Her fingers gently wrapped around Jayde’s wrist and subtly twisted her palm upwards to inspect the damage with a glance. In an effort to pass it off as flirtation, she caressed all the way up Jayde’s forearm and picked off a loose thread from her jacket. It wasn’t all an act. Jayde felt the underlying effects of her genuine comfort.
Jayde flashed an easygoing smile and shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
A quick grimace of concern came across Nadya’s face and Jayde guessed it wasn’t only for her hand. The stakeout suddenly became very real. Jayde’s own fear for her beloved human’s safety gripped her heart in a vice, but she pushed it aside in order to stay focused.
The two of them continued on as if nothing was wrong, hoping to throw the hunters off. Jayde still felt a deep unease at the back of her mind that grew steadily by the minute. It told her they definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed or completely diffused suspicion. Eyes were on them and it took more than a little self control not to look.
Once they finished up, Jayde nodded and they casually headed towards the exit. Again, she felt those eyes on her back, scrutinizing their every movement. Her spine prickled.
She pulled Nadya close and instructed her quietly, “Do not leave my side unless I tell you to.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” the human replied and laced their fingers together.
#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Nadya Bishop#ship insp: woven and thatched#Jayde is a take direct action kinda gal#and don’t worry. Nadya does eventually get to kill as a little trauma-I mean little treat.
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🐺 WOVEN & THATCHED
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#oc insp: jayde thatcher#oc insp: nadya bishop#ship insp: woven and thatched#the effort for this was definitely not all there tbh but I really needed to busy my mind last night…#plus I’d had this like half made for SEVERAL months so I figured I’d just finish it up#I do really need to give these two more attention#it is kinda like opening up and old wound in a way though which might not have been the best idea at the present time#but before I get too broody about it *throws confetti* sapphic werewolves *exits stage*
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— WIP MUSIC MONDAY
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once again I have been reworking out of date writing for my original works and I always had a soft spot for this moment between my little wolf sisters. This song really hit with it too.
“This way,” Jayde said over her shoulder as she led her sister through the cemetery.
Graveyards. Cemeteries. Jayde never really learned the distinction, if there was any. Nor had she really contemplated their purpose before she visited this one.
Blades of sheer morning sunlight carved through the clouds to illuminate moss covered stone with engravings nearly too weathered to be legible and with likely no one even alive to recall who they belonged to anyway. She didn't see the point. Whether a mundane grave or a supernatural being, all things fade. The lifespan of a memory is as impermanent as they are. Still, their bloodline should have lasted a lot longer than it had. In a less violent world, maybe they would have been given the chance.
“So…” Skye dragged the word out slowly as she weaved through the headstones. “Whose grave are we visiting?”
Jayde rolled the stem of a rose between her fingers and barely reacted to the small puncture that the thorn made into her thumb. The one in her palm had already started to knit itself back together in the short time it took to purchase the flowers and take them here. Jayde needed the small sting to ground her. She knew Skye had started to work it out as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Why else would they return home?
She handed one of the two roses she carried to her sister with a melancholy smile. “Ours.”
“Oh,” was all Skye replied with for several paces. The older sibling sensed the steady rise of her fear until Skye couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “Are we shopping for a nice plot for when we get our tickets punched? ‘Cause I always thought I’d be cremated and have my ashes spread somewhere dreamy like Hawaii. Or Dollywood.”
For once, Jayde felt grateful for the younger wolf’s unabashed wit. It alleviated some of the anxiety twisting up her insides. The first time Jayde visited this spot with Nadya, she had become so overwhelmed that she couldn’t decide if it tore her apart even more or actually started to put her back together. She feared for how her sister would react.
“Actually, I was gonna kill you,” she replied dryly.
“I knew it,” Skye said with a snap of her fingers. “Is this about the time I scratched up your favorite CD when we were kids? You never really forgave me for that.”
Jayde fought the urge to point out that it had been the very first one she burned with the help of their father, but she only scoffed and said “Everything comes back to bite you eventually.”
Just then, a familiar headstone came into view. One big enough to fit a family of names on its cold, glossy black face. Jayde’s palms grew numb and sweaty. She shook her free hand and wiped it off on her jeans, leaving a small streak of blood on the fabric. A few steps closer and every muscle in her body tensed as if it anticipated a heavy strike to her face. She wished it was that kind of pain. It would make her feel better.
The sisters came to a stop before the stone. Four names had only endured the test of time for a decade, making them as easy to read as a common street sign.
Tristan and Andrea Thatcher engraved in bold letters with Jayde and Skye in a slightly smaller font below them. Along with the exact date Jayde witnessed a bullet pierce through her father’s temple.
It hadn’t seemed real at first. Jayde experienced plenty of nightmares with an image just like this. To know it really existed reminded her that everything else had been very real, too, and it all just felt like the inescapable horror of her loss – a suffering that would never truly end. Not until she actually gets buried beneath the well kept soil she now stood upon.
Once the shock of seeing it again passed, Jayde felt a different emotion. Not quite comfort, but an understanding. She could see the appeal of a gravesite. Strangely, she felt grateful to have a specific place to mourn her family in what little peace she had been granted.
Skye stared at the gravestone in silence for a long time. Then she sank to her knees before it and reached out to trace her fingertips along the engraving of their mother’s name. “How did you know this was here?” she asked in a small voice, not unlike a child’s.
“Nadya found it,” Jayde explained. “The official story is that we all died in a car crash.”
“They aren’t even here, are they?” There was no question in Skye’s tone. She knew the answer.
“I don’t think so. Maybe dad is.” The thought gave Jayde pause. What use would the hunters have for a dead werewolf? He hadn’t even died in the more desirable form, so they must have left him for authorities to find and back up the story of an accident. If that were the case, then he could very well be buried here. Their mother, on the other hand, died long after that night. Jayde’s mouth went dry as her mind went through sickening scenarios for the disposal of her body once their barbaric research proved fatal. She shook her head to banish the thoughts. “I’m pretty sure mom isn’t.”
“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Skye placed the rose at the base of the stone. “I’m still glad that this is here.”
Jayde set her rose beside the other and sat next to her sister. “Me too.”
Sunlight shifted as the clouds traveled onward and the scent of coming rain and damp earth brought Jayde back home to the ranch only a handful of miles away. On a morning like this, she would have been rushing to get outdoor chores done before the storm made it too miserable. At least that’s how her mother put it. But Jayde had been known to work through torrents of rain just to step inside and have her father clap her on the back as he expressed his pride. His music sounded the best on nights like that.
Before Jayde knew it, deep shame replaced the tendrils of grief inside her gut.
She broke the silence with a deep breath. “I never told you why it took me so long to come for you after I got out.”
Skye finally tore her tear streaked gaze away from the gravestone, but she kept her eyes down. “Yeah, you didn’t.”
“It wasn’t because I didn’t want us to be together. It’s just that… After everything, I wasn’t the same. I’m not the same. I was scared that you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. And if you didn’t, then they wouldn’t have,” Jayde nodded at the engraved names of their parents, “I couldn’t – I can’t handle disappointing any of you. I thought it might be better if you believed I died with them.”
“Jayde,” Skye started with a sigh. “I might not have gone through what you went through, but I still lost everything just like you did. Both of us are different. No matter how many times we change, I will always know who you are because you’re my big sister. That means they will always know you, too.”
The tears that welled in Jayde’s eyes fell as she tried to blink them away. They brought agony with them that felt just as earth-shattering as ever, but Jayde let herself feel it. She let it overtake her and choked out a devastating sob into the fabric of her sister’s jacket as she leaned into her. But it was okay, because just like the clouds above them, the shadow within her gave way to a warmth that made her feel safe. The embrace of her little sister reminded her that neither of them truly lost everything. They might be the last of their blood, but Jayde still had a family in her own little pack. It was more than enough to not only fight for, but to live for. She knew, not so deep down, that that is what would make their parents proud above all else.
They stayed until the rain arrived. Jayde felt her grief weigh heavy in her chest once more as she turned her back on the headstone. It would be some time before they returned. A part of her whispered that she may never see it again. Yet, even if she didn’t, it would remain here. When moss creeps through the worn cracks decades from now, it would still be here.
#oc insp: jayde thatcher#oc insp: skye thatcher#yeah broke my own heart with this one ngl#they are like the only ocs who had a picturesque childhood and I done took it all away in the most heart wrenching way possible huh#but the found family comes in for them <3#Nadya gets a big hug and kiss for this
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— WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE?
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DOG TEETH
You're vicious, but you're afraid. You have to make the first punch, and make sure your opponent can't land one. But you need to stop seeing everyone as an enemy. The only one being violent is you, your anger and your defensiveness is killing you. Take a nap, rest your head and clear your mind. Come back in the morning.
BLOOD IN A LAMBS WOOL
You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.
A BIRD IN A COVERED CAGE
They left without you. Put you out of sight and therefore out of mind. You sing every morning like nothing's changed, talk to the walls to keep yourself company. Just you, the darkness and your own denial that you are completely alone. Nurse your wounds, get yourself some water.
AN ORANGE PEEL IN THE SUN
You're drying out, friend. You had your fun, your party is over. Your citrus scent has faded and you've lost your appeal. You'll grow brittle soon, your color will fade to brown. Call someone you love soon.
#oc insp: Imogen Kol#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#oc insp: Morgan Reed#oc insp: Vaune Iyer#truly what can I say that hasn’t been ripped out of their ribcages#ha ha…… happy new year 🎉
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Winter Wonderland at The Lodge
words: 2.1k
warnings: none
tags: holiday fluff, werewolf girlfriend acts like a puppy
okay so I may have cheated and combined a few prompts, but I really liked the idea of having a small little holiday fic for them because I used to do it every year. The prompts are: snowball fight, kiss under the mistletoe, and cuddle in front of the fireplace requested by @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cassietrn thank you all so much, hope you don’t mind!
Nadya reveled in the wonderful sensation of snow beneath her boots. The sound was immensely satisfying, like all of the times she went out of her way to step on a fallen autumn leaf just to hear that one of a kind, delicate crunch, only now it was every step on the mountain trail. Not enough wolves or game had cleared the path of white powder, so the human trudged on through it with a beaming smile that not many understood in this particular weather.
The last time Nadya had been in the snow she was nearly too young to fully understand it. Blurred memories surfaced as a light flurry came down around her, the tiny snowflakes melting almost instantly once they landed on her shoulders. She recalled a lumpy clump of ice in her palm that she had attempted to mold into a snowball, but lacked any coordinated technique given that her hands were so tiny. She kept trying, but it annoyed her how fast her fingers went painfully numb until, eventually, she just gave up. A shiver accompanied the memory and Nadya adjusted her beanie and pulled her coat tighter over the layers she wore to keep the winter’s sharp bite at bay.
A soft rustle in the trees drew her attention. Nadya scanned the woods, but couldn’t see much in the dense white landscape. The trail didn’t go near any patrol routes, so she doubted it was a werewolf. Even if it was, they would give her a wide berth out of courtesy. Jayde made sure of that. Must be a deer or some other critter scavenging for scraps. She pulled her camera out of her bag and continued on.
Nadya didn’t keep track of all the photos she took, but she started to wonder if she would run out of all the film she received as an early Christmas gift. The magical winter forest was just too beautiful not to appreciate both in person and behind the lens of her camera. From the sugar dusted landscape to large paw prints along the trail, Nadya captured it all. She was so engrossed, in fact, that she almost hadn’t noticed the snap of a twig close by, soon followed by another several paces from the first.
Whatever it may be, it was moving fast.
This time she felt certain that something out there watched her. The feeling crept up her spine and caused a deeper shiver than the cold did. Nadya lowered her camera and searched the woods around her once again. Her instinct felt too strong to ignore and she did not appreciate being stalked.
“I can hear you,” she called out. “Do you need something?”
Silence overtook the forest.
Nadya backed away as she tried not to let unease settle too heavily in her gut. Perhaps it was only a deer. She couldn’t imagine any werewolf would dare toy with her like this.
The human was about to turn around and walk back up the trail towards the Lodge when her legs connected with something large and soft behind her. Nadya jumped back with a startled yelp. She flipped around to see a massive white wolf stood in her path, tail wagging and tongue lolling out in a wolfish grin. It had been her all along.
“Are you serious?” Nadya yelled, though laughter broke through her irritation.
Jayde sat on her haunches and looked far too pleased with herself. The stark white color of her fur blended seamlessly with their surroundings. She probably didn’t even need to try that hard to slink around unnoticed in this weather. Nadya never would have spotted her at a distance.
“You scared me, you know,” she complained and put her camera away.
Jayde let out a short bark and bowed playfully as if she were an energetic puppy and not a werewolf who could rip a grown man to shreds in seconds flat.
“That’s how you wanna do this, huh?” Nadya bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. Unlike her past self, her hands were bigger and much more deft now. She easily shaped a perfect sphere of snow. The wolf barked again and dodged in the blink of an eye, but Nadya had already launched the snowball in her direction and it impacted with a dull thud. With a triumphant laugh, she said “I might not be a softball lesbian, but I still have damn good aim!”
Jayde frolicked around her and Nadya scrambled to make another snowball. She feinted left, but Nadya anticipated the move. All of their training sessions taught her what to expect from Jayde, even in a play fight. This time, the clump of snow connected with her face and she shook it off with an indignant snort.
“I know all your tricks by now,” Nadya boasted and quickly sent another volley at her.
They went back and forth – the werewolf running in sporadic circles to avoid incoming attacks as the human used tree trunks as cover while she built her arsenal. Snow now caked the thick white fur of Jayde’s coat, making her look even fluffier than usual. She could pass as a polar bear, Nadya thought. She landed another hit and realized Jayde had enough of losing.
Nadya saw it coming. “Don’t do it!” she shouted, but had no power to stop her girlfriend’s retaliation.
Jayde leapt and her massive wolf body tackled the human into a pile of soft powder. Nadya’s startled cry became a giggle, which quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as Jayde’s snout poked at all of her ticklish spots. She tried to wrestle her head away, but Jayde was relentless. Then Nadya wrapped her hands around her muzzle and firmly clamped it shut, causing an indignant growl to rumble in the wolf’s chest.
“What are you gonna do now?” she challenged.
Jayde tried to shake her grip loose, but Nadya held on tighter, forcing her to use one of her giant paws to pry the girl’s hands off. Nadya knew full well that Jayde needed to be gentle with her and she took full advantage of that, shrugging her claws away. Jayde knew it, too. After a frustrated huff out of her nose, another more intimidating growl vibrated throughout her whole body like a clap of thunder, but it had no effect on the human at all. Nadya simply cocked a brow and placed a quick kiss on the werewolf’s nose. That shut her up fast.
However, just when Nadya was about to claim victory, Jayde’s eyes twinkled mischievously and she plopped herself down right on top of her like a Great Dane who thinks it’s a lap dog. Nadya became completely pinned to the ground, sinking further into the pile of freezing snow that melted rapidly under their combined heat. She lay there groaning for a few moments before the weight became too much.
“Alright, alright. Truce?” she suggested in a strained voice.
Jayde nodded and stood up at the same time Nadya released her muzzle. The girl sat up and shook her head with an exasperated sigh, staring into the glowing amber eyes before her. There was an anticipated pause.
“Well, hello,” Nadya finally greeted with a giggle and held her arms out.
The white wolf immediately fell into her embrace, nuzzling against the human and knocking her beanie askew. Nadya ran her hands through her fur, enjoying the soft, insulated warmth of her wolf form. Jayde was definitely built for this kind of weather. It made Nadya want to curl up with her somewhere quiet in the pines with the smell of campfire smoke in the breeze, but the melted snow had started to soak into the layers of her clothes. She shivered again. This time her teeth chattered as she held the wolf closer for comfort. Jayde whined in concern.
“Yeah,” Nadya agreed and reluctantly pulled away to stand up. “Maybe we should head back. I think I need to rest by the fire.”
That idea brightened the wolf’s demeanor. Her jaws carefully snatched onto Nadya’s sleeve, pulling her in the direction of The Lodge. Nadya chuckled again and eagerly followed. Just in time, too, because the snow storm returned with a vengeance by the time they got back indoors.
They went to their room first so that Nadya could shed her wet clothes and Jayde to change back into her human form. For Jayde, the process barely took a minute, two if she hadn’t shifted in a while. To this day, it fascinated Nadya to see. The ease with which she flowed from one form to the other and back again. Her breaking bones seemed to bother her as little as cracking joints.
Nadya always loved to touch her after a shift – to lace their fingers together, hold her close, and feel the residual wild heat of the animal that still lingered just beneath the surface of her skin. If she looked closely, she could see shimmers of gold in the fibers of her midnight blue eyes. That’s what she loved the most. And Nadya knew how to draw the wolf back out whenever she wanted, too.
“Did you look up?” she asked, lingering halfway out of their room as they started towards The Den.
Jayde flashed a crooked grin. “Didn’t need to. I could smell mistletoe from down the hall.”
Almost as soon as Jayde left for patrol that morning, Nadya opened the package she had hidden in the closet and hung it right above the doorway. She knew if she didn’t act fast, Jayde in all her romantic tendencies would beat her to it. For once, Nadya wanted to jump the gun for their first real Christmas season together.
Without further hesitation, Nadya leaned in. Even the way Jayde kissed her felt more intense after a turn. Jayde’s lips were warm enough to chase away any chill. She grabbed onto the girl’s hips with retrained strength, but her fingers still dug desperately into her skin. Her passionate cadence had that underlying primal hunger, which compelled a human like Nadya to surrender to it, but she was well accustomed to the desire of a wolf and knew how to calm its restless spirit when needed. A gentle caress down the sides of Jayde’s neck drew out a low, inhuman sound similar to a growl, but not quite as harsh. A submissive sound, Nadya thought. It slowed the ardent push and pull into something more tender, dulling both of their minds in an utterly blissful stupor.
As they pulled away, Nadya smiled at the bright golden irises that stared back at her. In a blink, they faded.
“You did that on purpose,” Jayde said.
Nadya gazed at her not so innocently. “Will you make me cocoa?”
The blonde laughed and pulled her girlfriend along. “Anything for you.”
With a winter storm raging outside, The Den started to gain more wolves in search of leisure time. Some were at the bar, others at the pool tables, but Jayde and Nadya claimed their usual spot right in front of the fireplace. Flames crackled and popped as they danced against the blackened brick.
Nadya sat in between Jayde’s legs on an old leather couch, leaning back against her chest and happily sipping on a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Jayde always went above and beyond to make it gourmet style for her. Fancy chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, homemade whipped cream, festive sprinkles. Most importantly, she made it with love. It put those cheap packets to shame and Nadya practically lived off of those every winter at her old apartment.
“How was patrol?” Nadya asked, placing her hand on Jayde’s knee and giving it a warm squeeze.
“Boring as hell,” she answered and nuzzled against the side of Nadya’s head in much the same way she had as a wolf earlier. “Until I found a no good human on the wrong side of the property line.”
“I hope you took care of that,” Nadya replied with mock-concern.
Jayde hummed into the curve of her human’s neck. “I’m afraid she’ll keep causing me trouble.”
The brunette scoffed. “Not nearly as much trouble as you give her.”
“Well, there’s a new year coming. Who knows what might happen?”
A warm, content grin came across Nadya’s face at the hope she heard in her girlfriend’s voice. Almost as if Jayde actually looked forward to another year. Perhaps she did. It certainly felt that way when her arms tightened around Nadya’s waist as they watched the fire together.
“As long as you stay with me, I think it’ll all work out, Jay.”
“I think so too, love,” she agreed softly.
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#oc insp: nadya bishop#oc insp: jayde thatcher#ship insp: woven and thatched#me mostly posting fluff of these two for the mutuals to see: they don't even know half of the horrors I've put them through :)#but god I am so incredibly happy to get back to some festive fluff#this is big for me ok
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— OC INTERVIEW
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Name: Jayde Victoria Thatcher
Nickname: “Jay” although you better be a brunette lesbian named Nadya if you’re gonna call her that
Gender: cis woman
Star Sign: Scorpio
Height: 5’8”
Orientation: bisexual
Nationality/Ethnicity: American, born and raised in Montana
Fave Fruit: watermelon
Fave Season: Winter. Snow is the only way she gets to blend into the environment as wolf because she has white fur (that she hates for this reason). Also she does not do well in hot weather.
Fave Flower: yarrow
Fave Scent: Nadya. More specifically, the autumn spices scent she always wears.
Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee takes the lead, but she does really enjoy all kinds of tea too
Average Hours of Sleep: between 4-6 hours tops. She hates sleep and sleep hates her. She gets really bad nightmares more often than not and is a really restless sleeper on a good night
Dog or Cat Person: Neither, but is a begrudging cat mom because her girlfriend (wife at that point) just couldn’t let go of a little stray…
Dream Trip: Jayde has never left the country before, so honestly she would love to visit anywhere outside of the US. A backpacking trip through Europe would be her jam
Favorite Fictional Character: Westley and Buttercup from The Princess Bride. It’s her favorite movie because they remind her of her parents.
Number of Blankets They Sleep With: One at the most. She doesn’t really need more than that, even in the winter, because her internal temp is pretty high. Which works out great when you have a blanket hog for a girlfriend.
Random Fact: Jayde has a genuine fear of carnival rides. She may possess little to no self preservation, but she recognizes that they’re death traps and she sure as shit ain’t gonna die on some fuck ass clown coaster
#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher#only Jayde today because I’m exhausted and not feeling great#but this was super fun to do for her
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— OCS AS TRAGIC LOVE ARCHETYPES
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05. MOTHER'S DAUGHTER
Being her child was akin to a whispered apology, another wailing hug, another day you repent for complaining about the fact that she hasn't said anything nice to you. You bring her flowers and are met with the inconvenience of a vase that has to be found instead. You bake for her and feel the warmth of fresh cut bread fill the kitchen; but the dirty dishes remain. Even if you were to bring in the mail and lay down the knife next to your plate, she'll cradle another. Love is an endless apology to you. Averting eyes to desperate tears and sunken teeth in lower lip at the dinner table. Do not repent for who you are, as it is enough. Gather your courage to love again and reveal the honeydewed structure of a swelling heart once you feel safe to do so instead. Love isn't a confession booth of all you are not, settle down and unclasp your hands. You're all anyone could want already.
note: proof that you don’t need a biological mother to have mommy issues. I was really surprised by this result at first and wasn’t sure it quite fit, but it really does describe what it felt like for Imogen to have Rejna as a master.
07. FATHER'S SON
Breathe down your own neck, it's the sound of smashing fist against furniture in another room again. The wringing hem of cloth and pattern of an escalating heart. Love is tumultous to you. There is grief and disguised forgiveness to damp down the yearning. A permanent fear of tender flesh spilling out, still- you must refrain of growing attached to the fear you had installed into you. Let go of the notion that love is still to be cherished with a hole in the head. Scrub crimson ancestry off wooden floors and try again tomorrow when your hands don't shake cold from the blood loss. Love isn't a fist to escape. Fill the hole in your head with cotton and know you are to be adored. You are deserving of an embrace without flinching.
note: growing up as a Lolth Sworn drow in the Underdark and hating it. Wanting something more kind and joyful out of life. Yeah.
06. CANíBALES; DEVOURER
Love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. You listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. You committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the defeaning quiet of a taxi. There's mold covered rage within you. If to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. Pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. There is fear in settling down and being seen. There is a glass screen between these bodies and you. Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. The sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. Desire doesn't discriminate between hands or spoken word. Why should you?
note: perfect result for a werewolf who fights so fiercely and is desperate to love completely despite how scared she is.
03. CUPID'S BROTHER
You have been love adjacent all your life. The faint spill of another story that softly grazed your shoulders when stood too close. Whether by design or not, you have yet to build a clear image of what love means to you. The interlocked weaving of a picture locket bound to strand of hair when hugged to tight, the sunpatch that meets your soles in glaring sun dried fields when running with a friend. You are not far from love, but moving between line of collision and avoidance at all times. A faint glimmer on sea lake surface of what could be. There is time to find what you want, find whether it's enough as is. Love is in you, breathing in another day. Continue as you are, realizing the love that is slowly blossoming in your life as it sharpens and clears in brushstrokes.
note: oh, Nadya… putting your emotional needs on the back burner for so long. At least she finally has that Oh moment with Jayde.
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— OCS AS KINDS OF SUFFERING
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DESPAIR
The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.
note: how she felt for the majority of her life deep down… Imogen “I don’t deserve a happy ending and I don’t want one” Kol right here. What being misplaced in the Jedi does to a mf. Luckily this mindset shifts once she fully accepts Bix into her heart.
THE BLACK HOLE
There's a hole where your heart used to be and nothing is filling that hollow void. You could drown in a world curated for you, and still nothing seems to fit. It eats you alive knowing you're unsure how to satiate the hunger of your soul. It's barely hunger, it's more like a blackhole.
note: now that Morgan is dead and she’s stranded in a different galaxy, Adhira is very much struggling now that she lacks any purpose. But then again….maybe she always did.
YEARNING
The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.
note: Desperately wants what she believes she can’t have. Love. Happiness. A life without constantly fighting. If only she just opened her eyes and realized it’s all there, she just needs to be brave enough to take it.
THE GIVER
Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?
note: she has issues with overworking herself and becoming so immersed in taking care of others that she neglects her own needs. It’s mostly because she deeply cares, but it’s also because she wants to outrun the things that haunt her.
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