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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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Okay okay listen Tim would never understand Jason’s need to provide but he recognizes the devotion of it all and when he finally gets it… he’s never letting go. A different kind of devotion. That’s something they can both understand
yessss. YES. they initially have completely different views on it! Tim hates the part of himself that Jason craves to feed - he sees it as parasitic, a reason for shame, and the possibility that he could go too far one day and kill what he loves. For Tim, it's something to hate; for Jason, it's something to love.
But Tim understands devotion. He understands wanting to be claimed, wanting to belong wholly and utterly to someone, and he starts to see Jason's obsession with it as akin to that feeling. He wants it too, he feels it too OwO
Because what makes me insane about it is just...their problems are the same. Jason hates the wolf; Tim loves the wolf, because the wolf is Jason. Tim hates his thirst; Jason loves his thirst, because the thirst is Tim. It's so... if we have to hurt to live, then let me bear it with you. i'm not normal about it
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canineluvz · 2 months
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think about your f/o with fangs. think about their teeth just poking out of their mouth not only when they smile but when their face is resting too.
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galentir · 4 months
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Hi! I just wanted to let you know your werewolf art is bringing me SO much joy, i can’t stop looking at it! I really love your style in general, and you’re super good at getting the faces right, it’s super impressive. I have soooo many werewolf aus for jatp and I’m linking them all to your art like LOOK! FEAST WITH YOUR EYES! It’s really fantastic, thank you for sharing it!
Oh my, this is SO SWEET thank you so much!! You don't know how happy that made me. Thanks for letting me know you liked it!
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seraphinesaintclair · 6 months
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“Halloween Poem” by Seraphine Saintclair
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parcai · 10 months
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literally who is picking werewolves over vampires sorry...tried so hard 2 understand but it's literally just a dog except not even in the same league of cuteness
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macaw-squawks · 4 months
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This list is to keep track of all the anons and their tags on this blog! If this gets past 30 tags (which it probably will do) then I'll reblog it with additional tags! List is below the cut :> also pls tell me if I missed your tag, there's a lot to remember lol
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ANON LIST;
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roseyjustice · 9 months
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Miscellaneous Wolfs + his version of M.iguel !
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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AND AND AND a vampire letting himself get bitten is I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you oughhh AND THE MUZZLE???! Who is it protecting, really? Tim from getting ravaged or Jason’s conscience? Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim? Getting to the point where Jason is so deep he can’t pretend he doesn’t want to. That’s when the muzzle can come off -🐺🦇
"I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you" - *softly sobbing into my pillow over this T_T OTL
"Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim?" - AND I'M UTTERLY RABID ABOUT *THIS* to the point that uh. I put off responding to you because I had to write this:
“I still don’t think we need it,�� Tim complains, turning the key in the lock. It clicks shut with a small snik.
Jason doesn’t budge an inch. 
“Sorry, princess,” he says, his breath puffing warm past the cool metal bars against Tim’s neck. “Them’s the breaks. We agreed: if you don't bite, then neither do I.”
Tim feels his face heat. He huffs, settling back on Jason’s thighs and leaning back into the arm Jason has around his waist. He presses the key into Jason’s chest for him to take. 
The muzzle is big on him, a loose cage of steel and leather; reinforced in certain places with silver. When the transformation takes him, he’ll grow to fit it— which, by the way, was not an easy measurement to get.
“That’s not strictly true,” he says, thinking about how he’d been forced to wrestle Jason down to the ground to wrap the measuring tape around his big furry head. He’d needed to use teeth to do it.
They’d both been bloody and sweaty by the end of it, and Tim was finding fur in places he didn’t want to dwell on for the next month. But at least it meant the wolf was in a playful mood for the rest of the night, and not a murderous one. Some nights it took longer than others to make that transition.
Jason raises an eyebrow. He puts a heavy palm over the key, trapping Tim’s hand against his heart. 
“Oh? Please, enlighten me.”
Tim scowls, and he knows he must be practically scarlet from the lazy smirk sharpening Jason’s mouth, the smug glint in his eye. He loves to see Tim turn red. 
“Quit it,” Tim scolds. “You know what always ends up happening. We go out, and then you get fussy, and what else am I supposed to do? You always goad me into biting you.”
It’s true, too. Tim thought Jason was bad enough outside the full moon, but that’s nothing compared to the unleashed desires of the wolf. Jason continues to look smug, and Tim narrows his eyes.
“Every. Single. Time,” Tim can’t help but tease, sinking the fingers of his other hand into the scruff at Jason’s nape and watching his eyelids flutter. “You can’t help yourself. You need it.” 
Jason growls low in his throat, hand flexing over Tim’s. The moon hasn’t risen yet, but Tim swears his teeth have gone sharp.
“Shall we reevaluate, then?” Jason asks, voice low. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “How about this. The muzzle stays on—”
Jason pushes Tim’s hand to his own chest, then slides his hand with slow intent to flutter at Tim’s hips, digging into the meat of his thigh and pulling him flush to Jason’s core. Tim watches his lips move, hypnotized,  “—until you take it off.”
Tim wraps his fist around the metal, feeling the weight of it in his palm and all it implies— and meets Jason’s dark gaze with his own.
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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Happy Halloween! Trick or treat?
Hee hoo thanks for the ask, anon! Happy Halloween :3 A silly supernatural jaytim 3 sentence paragraph (lol) fic for you:
"For the last time, I am not getting in the damn coffin with you," Jason huffs.
Tim leans out over the polished wood and satin lining, his fangs flashing as he pouts, winding his arms lazily around Jason's neck and burying his fingertips in Jason's hair-- because he's a dirty cheater and he knows that Jason's willpower is brittle as old bone this close to the full moon. He resolves to stay strong, because if you give Tim an inch then he'll take the whole damn continent.
"You don't have to, I suppose," Tim sighs, red eyes flashing from under his eyelashes. "I'll just be here...cold. Lonely. Wanting." He breathes the words against Jason's lips, and Jason whines. Christ. The things he does for this bloodsucker.
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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trick or treat!! 🎃
:D :D :D (I'm glad you've liked the wolf&vamp jaytim so far asjdlfsajfsa your tags bring me JOY):
"Hungry?" Jason asks, and Tim treats him to a withering stare. "Oh, please, no need to bite-- or. Well."
The withering stare graduates to open-faced disgust. Jason grins, wolfish as he slides into Tim's lap, upsetting his laptop and making Tim grunt as he takes Jason's not inconsiderable weight. Tim can handle it; he might look like a waifish Victorian child that Jason could snap in two, it might look to an outsider that Jason has Tim pinned to the couch-- but between the two of them, Tim has the higher bench press.
"Jason, I'm fine." Tim says, strained. He said that yesterday too. "I can go another day at least."
"Come on, babe," Jason murmurs into Tim's ear, angling his head to present the tantalizing curve of his neck. Tim fronts like he's unaffected, doing that still-as-the-grave, corpse thing he does where he stops breathing and blinking and shit; but his nostrils were flaring as Jason leaned in, and Jason's acute hearing picks up the creaking of the bones in his clenched fists. Sometimes Tim needs to be bullied into taking care of himself. Jason is happy to serve.
"Just a taste."
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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TRICK OR TREATTTTTT
-@bi-bats
HEE HOO HOO woe more vamp&wolf jaytim be upon ye [elmo on fire]:
"Will you control yourself?" Tim hisses, but it's not Jason's fault, Tim knows what it does to him when he puts on a dress. "We have more important things to-- Jason!"
"Sorry," he lies, panting against Tim's neck, hands flexing around Tim's hips, trying to fight back his growing claws before they shred the silky red fabric beneath his fingerpads. "Sorry."
He can practically hear Tim rolling his eyes, but he can smell the unnatural flush of blood rising under Tim's skin, and pressed right up against him, he knows that he's trembling. "Oh, well, as long as you're sorry--"
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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Trick or treat!
:3c
Jason isn’t used to being careful. He doesn’t usually have to be; the wolf can recover from anything but silver, and only the old hats like Cobblepot (and Deathstroke) have ancestral weapons for fending off lycanthropes. So when the needle pierces his skin, he rips the dart out without a second thought. He expects the nausea brought on by whatever they tried to tranq him with to peter out within seconds.
It doesn’t.
It spreads, pervasive and slow, wreathing his limbs in lethargy and he stumbles. He hits the ground with a gasp, and Tim calls out to him as a familiar, aching pain flashes deep in his gut. In his bones. His teeth are growing too big for his mouth.
“Hood!”
Jason breathes in through his nose, reedy and thin. Claws burst through the tips of his gloves as bullets whiz past his head. He wrenches his head up, dizzy, and stares at the crescent moon in disbelief.
This can’t be happening. The moon isn’t full. He’s looking at it now. It’s a pale sliver, barely reflecting the sun’s light, weak and impotent through Gotham’s smog. It’s not full.
He’s changing anyway.
Tim is at his side, urging him up with one of Jason’s arms over his shoulders. They stumble away from the fight, leaving Nightwing and Robin to cover their retreat. Jason cries out as his muscles seize and tendons snap, fur bursting in itchy waves over the skin beneath his body armor. They don’t get far before Jason collapses.
“Red,” he gasps, mangling the codename with his incisors, and he wants to cry. He might be; his vision is blurring, and bloody at the edges. “Get… get away. You have to—”
“No. I’m staying with you.”
“Red—”
“I’ve got you,” Tim insists fiercely, and Jason rakes his eyes over his face, memorizing him while he can. “It’s okay. You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt anyone.” As the pain crescendos, Jason wants desperately to believe him. 
“I’ve got you.”
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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tricke or treate?
Hoo hoo hoo 3 paragraph vamp&wolf jaytim for you:
Jason pants against the hard concrete, grinding his forehead into the cold stone as the last of his bones settle, aching with the change. He can't feel the sun on his skin down here, but he knows the moon has slunk away at last. Another month of freedom won. He lies there, shuddering in the aftershocks, until an implacable hand pulls him up.
Black hair, red eyes, pale skin; he doesn't have windows in his basement cell for two reasons, and Tim is one of them. Jason collapses into him, submits to the soothing drag of his fingers against his feverish and bloody skin. He smells like he always does, like iron and ice and the earth in winter— and like Jason.
"I wish you wouldn't trap yourself down here," Tim says quietly. "I hate what it does to you."
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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Ohhhhh and the possessiveness of it all. Only feed on my blood. No one else’s. I’m the most delicious you’ll ever have by the sheer fact that it’s me
yes. YES. E X A C T L Y
Jaytim to me is always about a kind of dark edge of possessive mutual obsession. Like it doesn't have to be the focus, but there's this underlying quality to both of them as people that feeds well into that feeling, that trope.
The mutual stalking, the intensity they both have, the history of violence tangled up in messy, complicated feelings about Batman and being Robin...like obvi fandom exaggerates some of these things, but it's so fun to linger in it.
Just. Wanting, desperately, darkly, for him to turn his absolute focus, his total attention on me and only me... don't bother looking elsewhere, babybird, once you get a taste of me you'll never want anything or anyone else ever again OvO
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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Sorry your fic just made me so feral I have to let it out ahhhhh the thought of all of that combined with Jason’s transformation… being reduced to instinct so completely and still feeling the same way about being fed on? Perhaps even more intensely? Yum
Dude. DUDE. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THAT this the feral zone, ok, I am right there with you skfjfjdkjs
Because YES. Y E S. I don't know how else to say it but you g e t me, ok, like that's!!! That's it!!! That's the fic!!!! It's Jason feeling this way about Tim, and the feeling is SO bone deep that even when he isn't in control of himself, he WANTS it. He craves it in an animal way. It's deep in his hindbrain to want it. He wants to be needed so fully, to be the source of sustenance and support, to provide. And for someone to want it too. To live because of him. To want him with them, always OwO
I'm insane about this concept, anon, you are in good company skdmffjsk
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ragnarokhound · 6 months
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There’s something sooooo fhgsjdhcb about Jason’s blood sustaining Tim. The most intimate (he’s literally in his veins) instinctive (he’s providing, sharing, giving himself) trusting (trust to give, trust to take) way to take care of Tim. Hot!
Skdkfjsks YOU GET IT, YOU GET ME OTL
godddd that's exactly it. I'm clasping you by the shoulders anon, YOU GET IT. It's about providing, it's about being so deep in you that I am literally what makes your heart beat. It's about absolute trust and devotion - feed on me and only me, I can take it (I have supernatural regeneration powers baby, this is a win-win)
And low-key? The act of providing for you is what saves me. When I am reduced to nothing but my pain and animal rage, your teeth in my neck reminds me that not all pain is bad. My blood in your veins tethers me to who I am. I am more than this
(this is the theme that sustained me through writing the rest of this fic:
my claws tear your skin, but it’s my blood that splashes on the ground. i cut you but it’s me who bleeds
It's the concept of two as one; let me crawl inside of you and make a home in your bones OwO)
It makes Jason bark bark woof woof awooga crazy and it also makes ME bark bark woof woof awooga crazy amdfnsmsnsksj
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