#Also yes the amount of creatures getting added

[setsunaanddiana]

Keeping Up with the Creatures (a reality show in someone’s brain)

IDK for once just feels annoyed that they’re here (draw your squad)

(creatures by acmeiku, @waffle-bog + real.megamind, bog.boyy, @pnkrathian, @luidilovins, @feather-box-moth [left dyslexia], and @sunshine-1722 [right dyslexia])

#draw your squad #when two dyslexia creatures are alike #That you just place them both #Also yes the amount of creatures getting added #Is making me needing to keep up with y’all here #idk creature #btw creature #tbh creature #wtf creature #tfw creature #I love tfw *kisses head* #gib acronyms for dyslexia #autism creature #adhd creature #anxiety creature #depression creature #dyslexia creature #schizophrenia creature #There two brain cells #Idk and wtf share one and the rest share the other

[vesppperoro]

Envy!Reader with the I.M.P

Includes: Envy!Reader, Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Loona.

You were going through one of your rage fits. Someone from your ring leaked some of your performance secrets to Mammon and he stole your ideas.

You were in your serpentine demon form, thrashing about your ring.

One of your own people betrayed you! Your own ideas, the life you built using those secrets. It pissed you off.

You were about to destroy a building until you saw a giant ad.

“I.M.P, Immediate Murder Professionals.”

You stopped thrashing and stared at it for a good moment. On the ad was 3 imps and a Hell Hound. The 2 lowest creatures in Hell. What could they even do?

That thought didn’t cross your mind. You just wanted the person dead.

You changed back forms and disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly, you appeared in front of the building you assumed to be the I.M.P building.

You stared at it for a moment.

But your feet started moving for you. You shrunk into your Sinner-like form and opened the door.

“Hello? Who is in charge here?” Your voice resonated through the building. The Hell Hound from the ad didn’t bother to look up at you.

“Who do you want dead?” She said, tapping away at her phone.

You gave her all the details on the person, showed a picture, and told her why. By the end, she was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Let me ask Blitzø.” She responded, walking away from her desk to a door next to it. She shut it and you heard some yelling and stumbling.

The door slammed open to reveal an Imp with large, curved back horns.

“Nice to meet ya! Blitzø, the ‘o’ is silent. You want to kill this little bitch, right?” He asked, showing the piece of paper you gave to Loona.

“Precisely. I want her DEAD IMMEDIATELY. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH I NEED TO PAY SHE NEEDS TO BE DEAD.” As you said the last two words, your body turned larger. You formed half way into your serpentine form.

“Hey Blitzø, what’s the- what the HELL?” A southern voice came from behind you. You shifted back and took a deep breath.

“Hey, Mil! Just in time.” He called, not even acknowledging the fact you almost broke their ceiling.

“Meet our new client! Uh… what’s your name again?” “Leviathan. Call me Reader.”

“This is our new client Reader- LEVIATHAN?” A surge of shock ran through the imps and the Hell Hound.

“We’re working with THE Leviathan?!” A smaller male voice said.

“Yes. How much do you want? 10k? 50k?” They were shocked at the amount of money you were offering them. They were just as shocked when you put 80k down.

“Take it. Kill that bitch.” And you bet your ass they were gonna make SURE she was dead.

As they came back, they brought you her head. You were VERY happy.

You even paid them 10k extra for her head.

You put her head on a stake at the front of your performance center.

Anyways. You always came back to them and paid them VERY well.

You even offered to buy them a new place, which they accepted.

You were basically their sugar parent… you gave them anything they asked for.

The I.M.P became your favorite service to use whenever you become irate with someone. They did an awesome job.

You also learned a lot about them.

Blitzø adopted Loona when she was near 17, Millie and Moxxie are dating, Blitzø is shagging Stolas to get access to the human realm, etc.

You enjoy them and they enjoy you because you pay them so well.

#hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader #blitzø x reader #helluva millie #millie x moxxie #millie x reader #moxxie #moxie #moxxie x reader #loona #helluva boss loona #loona x reader #sin of envy reader #sin reader #sin of envy #envy #imp #helluva boss #hazbin hotel

[drive-pdfs-and-stuff]

Hello! This is a blog primarily focused on making animal books (mainly Xenofiction) more accessible to those who can't get them legally (or don't want to support the creators)

I've made two separate drives that contain A LOT of pdfs of said books, such as Warrior Cats, Wings of Fire, Ratha's Creature, Watership Down, Survivors and many more you can see on this list

You can ask for the links through messages or comments!

More details about this under the cut!

Why not share the drives here?

Well, the last time I saw someone do that, the links got taken down, so instead I'll be sharing them through DMs!

Also, don't be shy to ask any questions.

There are two drives, the Main Books drive, and the Mature Books drive (which is mostly still a work in progress)

Please, specify if you want access to the mature books drive, and only ask for it if you're 18 years old or older, I will be checking if you have your age/age range in bio, if you don't have it, you can also say you're an adult when asking for it. (It's not a foolproof system, I know, but It's not like I want to ask for personal details)

The main drive has books that range from Family friendly to other series with an age rating of +13 or +15.

The mature books drive has animal books that have a lot of content not appropriate for minors, such as animal mating scenes, uncensored slurs and a lot of other dark topics. (Just because there's animal heat scenes doesn't mean that I condone the enjoyment of said scenes, if I see someone claiming to be zoophile wanting access to the drive, they will be blocked on sight) (This is not a safe space for anyone attracted to animals in such ways)

(I usually censor slurs before uploading the PDFs, but this time around, because of my own triggers, I haven't checked the contents of them and left the books the same as they were upon release, including slurs) (just because I left them intact, does not mean I agree with the usage of said words in the context of the books, which is why I added warnings for each slur in a document inside the drive) (I've personally censored every slur I've found in the books of the main drive, however)

For reference, this drive has books like Ratha's Creature and One for Sorrow, Two for Joy.

ALL BOOKS IN BOTH DRIVES HAVE A DOCUMENT LISTING ALL TRIGGER AND CONTENT WARNINGS FOR EACH SERIES.

The trigger warnings were sourced from book reviews and pages focused on giving content warnings.

Here are other questions you may have:

Can I share the link once I have it?

Yes! As long as you don't share it in public internet spaces (comments, public posts, open discord servers with huge amounts of people) it should be fine. I would love to make it public, however I also don't want it to get taken down minutes after sharing, which is why I'm limiting it to private links.

Can I take the PDFs from the drive and use them on my own drive?

Of course! The entire point of this is to make these books more accessible! Take whatever you need from here!

Have a nice reading! I will keep giving out the links for as long as this post is still up (or gets taken down or something happens to me lol)

#warrior cats #foxcraft #tailchaser's song #wings of fire #watership down #the lost rainforest #silverwing #ratha's creature #Bamboo Kingdom #survivors #survivor dogs #bears of the ice #guardians of ga'hoole #wolves of the beyond #Fire bringer #stuff i posted

[ashensgrotto]

Never Had a Friend (Like Me) - Part 2

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 Part 2 (You Are Here) Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while. 

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

***

… Mister Kalim, sir, have a wish? Or two? Or Three?

I’m on the job, you big nabob.

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

“Well done, Jade,” Azul praised, “How did the ‘talk’ with Kalim go?”

It was the first night of being in Scarabia in the vacant room the Grim and (Y/N) had originally been held hostage in. Apparently, it was routine in Scarabia to have all of the students locked within their dorm rooms - hence the reason as to why the concept was foreign to both Grim and (Y/N) as the two of them never felt the need to lock their doors at night (though Azul did while (Y/N) had lived in Octavinelle for security purposes - but he would never tell her to begin with.)

True to his word, Azul started sniffing around straight away, using Jade to talk to Kalim while he and Floyd distracted Jamil with a game of mancala.

“It was just as you expected, I’m afraid,” Jade answered, placing his hands behind his back as he gave his report, “It’s very likely that Kalim is being magically mind-controlled to make him act out erratically.”

“That would explain the sea otter’s rapid changes in behavior,” Floyd nodded in agreement.

“But how is that even possible?” Grim asked.

“Grim, that’s like asking how you can stomach twenty cans of tuna in twenty minutes,” (Y/N) answered, looking toward the trio, “I’m assuming it’s similar to your ultimate magic, Jade.”

“To an extent, yes,” Jade nodded in agreement, “The closest you might get would be with Ruggie’s ‘Laugh with Me.’ That ultimate magic allows Ruggie to manipulate a person’s body to do what he wants them to. There’s also hypnosis magic that works in the same sense, but it takes control of a target’s mind and requires a far higher degree of skill and power. Very few mages are even capable of using it because of the amount of skill required to even cast it.”

“You gotta have skills and power on par with Azul for that,” Floyd added.

“But even I would be hard-pressed to control living creatures with their own egos like humans,” Azul argued, “I still prefer to give them the chance to think it over before signing one of my deals.”

“But I doubt anyone in Scarabia is half as good as you, Azul,” Grim piped up, “Even Kalim’s big signature is just a glorified waterspout…”

“Grim, ‘Oasis Maker’ is a very talented frame of magic,” (Y/N) sighed, looking at the others, “Though, I do agree… even Jamil’s score levels are relatively average on the school’s grading scale.”

“I wouldn’t be too hasty to make assumptions,” Azul chidded, “There’s an old saying in the sea that we have in the sea which states ‘a clever hawk hides its talons.’”

“So the brings us to the big question, who’s controllin’ sea otter and why?” Floyd asked.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much help there,” Jade shook his head, “I couldn’t get any answers from him.”

“Speaking of which,” (Y/n) asked suddenly, “What exactly… does your signature spell do?”

“Oh? Have you seen it before?” Grim asked curiously.

“Only once - I think we had a patron at the lounge that was behaving quite, um… indecently?” you admit, “It was like he suddenly just spilled what was on his mind as soon as Jade got close to him.”

Jade sighs, “My unique magic is one that would make most people guarded around me if they knew what it did, specifically - I’m not a fan of revealing it, but (Y/n) hit it pretty hard on the nose. It’s called ‘Shock the Heart’ - it allows me to force the truth out of a target that might be hiding something. The drawback is that the spell can only be used once on a target - once I use it, I can’t use it on them again, and it only works on those with a weak mental vulnerability or loosely guarded minds. Those like Azul who are weary, or have high resistance to magic, are effective against the spell - hence my signature spell is very limited in scope.”

“It works great on guys cowerin’ in fear or bawlin’ like babies,” Floyd grinned, showing off his row of sharp teeth.

“The way those two smile scare the daylights outta me,” Grim looked at you, “I still can’t believe you lived with these three for three months!”

“They’re not that bad,” you mumble under your breath, “...mostly.”

Azul coughed, “Jade, what were you able to find out? If anything?”

“Kalim’s always been the type to open up to others - it’s one of the reasons why he was selected to be the headwarden. Thus, my spell worked on him flawlessly - however, when I asked him if he knew the name of the student using hypnosis magic on him and if he would tell me, he claimed that he must never tell anyone. He made some sort of promise to this student long ago, so he couldn’t reveal it.”

“Oh how hysterical!” Azul snorted, “Your signature spell was thwarted by Kalim’s strength of character!”

“It would seem that way,” Jade admitted.

“And here I thought the sea otter would sing like a canary,” Floyd hit his hand over his forehead, “Just when you think you know a guy!”

“...I would assume that it’s a promise he keeps close to his heart,” you think out loud.

Azul looks at you, eyes widening, “(Y/N)! You genius angelfish! That’s it!”

“What’s it?” you ask.

“I have an idea,” Azul answered, “I have a hunch at who our little serpent schemer is… and how to pull him out of hiding, but first - Floyd, I’ll need your help.”

“My help?” Floyd looked flabbergasted.

“Yes, I need to borrow your signature spell.”

Jade, Floyd, Grim, and you blinked in surprise.

“Azul, pardon me for asking,” Jade spoke after a moment of stunned silence, “but why in the world are you asking for Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’?”

“Because I intend on using myself as bait,” Azul answered.

“Azul! You can’t!” you could contain yourself at the thought of Azul stepping in harm’s way.

“(Y/n), listen to me,” Azul took your hand, “This won’t be like the last time, I promise. I’m one of the strongest mages here right now, so I have to do this. Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’ will allow me the protection from hypnosis when we have to face off against our little viper. I don’t intend on him gaining control over anyone any longer - not even you.”

“I hate to admit it, but Azul is right,” Floyd answered, scratching the back of his head, “As much as I hate to admit, it would give us an advantage as well.”

“What do you mean, Floyd?” Jade asked.

“I’m always goin’ off about how great my signature spell is an’ showin’ it,” Floyd shrugged his shoulder, “So, if I swap something with Azul an’ give him my signature spell - no one will know that he has it, least of all our target.”

“But you’ll have to feign ignorance, all of you,” Azul answered, “If you can’t, this trap won’t work - this is the one shot we have.”

“Alright, though I’m not really seeing where this is going…” Grim sighed, resting his paws on his hips.

“You will eventually, Grim,” Azul answered, “Now, Floyd. Are you ready? I’ll give you something that will be an adequate replacement for the time being.”

“Sure, octy - whenever you’re ready.”

“How many times must I…? Never mind.”

Azul closed his eyes and took a deep breath as magic began to gather around him.

“The song ceases, the sun sets… I extend my benevolent hand to you poor unfortunate souls… Now, to business! It’s a Deal!”

***

Azul always knew how to practice patience - it was something he learned over the years during his searches for his soulmate. He may have been desperate during his childhood years, searching every day and night for that special someone that was destined to stay by his side, but that didn’t change the fact that he was preparing for this moment specifically.

All day, Azul kept one eye on his target, watching them as he, Floyd, and Jade began to slowly rile him up with their constant assistance toward Kalim - helping the Scarabia housewarden with memorization spells, training routines, and homework that had been assigned over the holiday weekend, keeping him busy and away from the one person who was to be held responsible for the mess the dorm was now in. By mid-afternoon, the trap was set and Azul walked down the hall towards the kitchens with the suspect beside him.

“The students' completion rate for these assignments is up fifteen percent from yesterday,” Azul commented amicably, “Those are some statistically significant results, in my opinion. Believe it or not, (Y/N) and Grim both told me that Kalim was going through some rough patches, his mood swings pretty drastic - even compared to Floyd’s… but he’s been acting pretty calm since we arrived. Isn’t it wonderful that Kalim’s regained the faith of Scarabia’s students, Jamil?”

“...No. No, it isn’t,” Jamil hissed quietly.

“It’s not?” Azul feigned surprise.

“No offense, but I can’t let you people stay in Scarabia any longer,” Jamil stopped and glared at Azul hard, “It’s time you went back under the sea.”

‘Got you,’ Azul thought before asking, “Where did this come from, Jamil? Have I done something to offend you?”

“...You made eye contact with me. Fool,” Jamil’s wicked grin spread across his features, “The one you behold is your master. When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent. Snake Whisper.”

Azul felt the magic coiling around him, a small murmur of ‘Bind the Heart’ rejected the magic - now… it was time to play.

Azul feigned pain until he could see you and Jade hiding out of the corner of his eye, making sure that the two of you could see everything - his cell phone held securely in Jade’s grip as the stream began. He feigned falling into Jamil’s magic, opening his eyes to reveal Jamil’s control over his mind and body. He slightly slumped his shoulders, giving the illusion that he was no longer in control.

As he did so, Jamil began to rant - playing right into the octomer’s hands

“Because of you, all my carefully laid plans have gone up in smoke! All I needed was a little more nudging from those two dimwits and the students would’ve kicked Kalim out,” Jamil growled, “Do you have any idea how much painstaking effort I put into laying the groundwork for that?”

Azul did not respond, though he wanted to give a few choice words to Jamil about calling his sweet angelfish a ‘dimwit’ - but he would have to wait for that.

“Azul - you returned all your contractually stolen powers back to their rightful owners recently, right?” Jamil asked suddenly.

“Yes, master,” Azul responded, thinking, ‘Where are you going with… ah, I see…’

“Tch. So much for using you as my own personal genie of the lamp,” Jamil scoffed, reaching up and rubbing his chin, “Your unique magic is quite a valuable asset… but it would be hard to keep you controlled long-term.”

“Master,” Azul’s voice spoke up, “I remember the contents of the contracts.”

“What?” Jamil looked at Azul in surprise.

“I remember all the secrets of the people I made contracts with - their troubles, their weakness, their desires.”

“What a… twisted collection. I see I made the right choice not to make friends with you,” Jamil smiled cruelly, “Tell me, does this intellectual cache of yours include the headmage’s secrets?”

Azul grinned internally, baiting Jamil even more, “Of course, master. I know one thing he would never want others to learn. Do you wish to know his secret?”

“Oh, abso-lutely!” Jamil’s smile broadened, “Once I have the headmage’s weakness in my grasp, I’ll finally be free. I’ll kick Kalim out of school and become Scarabia’s housewarden myself!”

“... And there we have it.”

Azul watched, a knowing smirk appearing on his face as Jamil whipped around to face Jade, his face contorted in confusion.

“So you finally show your true colors!” Grim pressed his paws onto his hips as he glared up at Jamil from between you and Jade, “I bet you thought you were real slick, pullin’ the wool over our eyes!”

“H-how… how much..?”

“All of it,” you answered, “Start to finish.”

“And live streamed to the world from Azul’s smartphone,” Jade waved the phone at Jamil as footsteps entered the hallway with many Scarabia students appearing, “Azul’s Magicam livestream presently had five thousand active viewers. It’s currently trending under the topic: ‘A Certain Magicians’ School’s Dirty Little Secret’.”

Voices began echoing around Jamil, the students of the Scarabia dorm demanding to know the truth and why Jamil - their own vice warden - would deceive them.

“Y-you… you’ve got it all wrong!” Jamil shouted, his fear and apprehensiveness growing.

“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this one,” Jade folded his arms across his chest, “The mind control magic you used on Azul is hard evidence.”

Everyone looked at Azul - who kept his silent slumped state, continuing to pretend to be under Jamil’s magic still.

“Jamil, it’s been you all along,” Jade continued, pulling everyone’s attention back to him, “You’ve been using your signature spell on Kalim and making him throw Scarabia into chaos!”

Jamil tsked, smearing, “I was trying to avoid escalating matters, but you leave me no choice - Azul, I command you! Subdue and restrain them all!”

“Yes, master,” Azul answered, taking a step forward.

You took a step back with Jade, Grim darting behind you as you looked at Azul pleading, momentarily forgetting that Azul wasn’t really under Jamil’s power, “Azul, no. You don’t want to do this. Please! Snap out of it!”

“Pleading with him won’t help you, (Y/N)!” Jamil laughed, “He’s my loyal minion now.”

‘And… now,’ Azul took another step forward, before spinning around and pointing his cane at Jamil, “You wish I was.”

“What?!”

Azul looked over his shoulder and winked at you, relieved to see your smile as he turned his attention back toward Jamil, “You told me the funniest thing earlier - allow me to return the favor. You think I’m an arrogant mage, but you were sorely mistaken. An embarrassing misjudgment for the vice warden of Scarabia - the dorm that is supposed to embody the spirit of mindfulness.”

“I know I made eye contact with you! I had you in my control!”

“Please, I’m a competent mage and you know it,” Azul frowned, keeping his cane pointed at Jamil, “I always prepare for the eventualities before I act - right Floyd?”

“I think you let your guard down a little too soon there, sea snake,” Floyd appeared, his voice sounding more baritone than before - almost like a tuba was speaking.

Azul snickered softly as your eyebrows raised up into your hairline, “That’s… what you exchanged with Floyd for his signature spell?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Floyd said with a grin.

“Shall I explain it?” Azul asked, keeping his focus on Jamil, “In exchange for a vocal adjustment, Floyd gave me his unique magic, ‘Bind the Heart’ - it jams or blocks an opponent’s magic and diverts it elsewhere. Hence - I used it to evade your mind spell, then pretended to be in your hold and got you to spill your intentions while you gloated.”

Jamil gritted his teeth, glaring at them as Kalim appeared, the housewarden asking politely to tell him that it was true, that Jamil would never do anything like that, that it was just blackout spells because of how tired he was. But the silence from the vice warden was short-lived.

Azul felt you stiffen beside him, your hand suddenly gripping Azul’s overcoat, “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

You met his gaze and Azul knew.

An overblot was approaching.

He turned to Jade and Floyd, “Jade, Floyd, ready yourselves.”

“The one you behold is your master… When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent! Snake Whisper!”

At Jamil’s command, the Scarabia dorm turned on its guests and its headwarden.

Azul was quick to pull you and Grim behind him as a shield of water protected the three of you from a rain of fire, “Mediocre, nothing! He’s easily one of the top mages in the entire school - to say nothing of Scarabia.”

Floyd grumbled, “I keep squeezin’ em but they keep gettin’ back up - are they zombies or somethin’?”

“That’s just part of ‘Snake Whisper’,” you explain, as if your eyes are seeing the internal workings of the spell, “It forces a target to continue to obey the commands - like a puppet on a string. Even though they might feel pain and are internally trying to avoid as well as fight the spell, their minds and bodies are not completely their own anymore.”

“Jamil! Please stop!” Kalim begged as he blocked an attack, “You can have what you want! You can be the housewarden! I’ll go home to my family!”

“What? You thought that would work? My spell won’t be broken so easily,” Jamil snickered as black ink and heavy energy surrounded him, “Not as long as you exist in this world… Kalim.”

“Jamil! You’re courting danger!” Jade begged, eyes widening, “If you keep using your signature spell, you’ll exceed you blot tolerance-”

“SHUT UP AND DON’T ORDER ME AROUND!”

The air became heavy as a dark shadow came over Scarabia. Azul pulled you closer as several dark shapes began to shift - the housewarden of Octavinelle watching in horror as a creature appeared before them. Hovering above the ground in ancient Viziar garb of black and red was Jamil, cloaked in darkness with hair that now took on the shapes of small black vipers - a dark shadow that took on the form of a dark genie hovering behind him, as if awaiting his command.

“He’s overblotted!” Azul gritted his teeth, “The negative energy is swelling up… Everyone! Steel yourselves!”

“I have no need for an incompetent king or a con artist,” the twisted voice of Jamil spoke, “Your personality flaws give me ADEQUATE cause… to send you packing on a one-way trip to the ends of the earth! So long! Ex-Housewarden Kalim! A-hahahahaha!”

The next thing Azul knew, he was airborne.

#twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #yandere #twst azul #twst floyd #twst jade #yandere x reader #tw yandere #tw: yandere #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #octavinelle #scarabia #kalim al asim #twst kalim #jamil viper #twst jamil #twst grim #tw hypnosis #tw manipulation

[bluginkgo]

The ending of season 1 is a pretty common topic right now. Of course, many theories have been said so here I am adding my own jumbled mess of thoughts and probably repeating what other, smarter, people have already said.

Spoilers, duh

The main question I actually kinda wanna take a dive into is why destroy earth?

A parasite on a usual timeline, tries to take over its host and use the host to produce more parasites to infect others. Ok, that's fine. But if absolute solver is like a parasite- which is what it seems to be almost like- why destroy earth? Yes, we saw what it did to the Elliot mansion. That must have been only just the beginning and a small taste of what it's capable.

So by the parasitic definition, it should try to find more hosts and more zombie drones to expand its reign. But does that really require to make earth into what N saw?

The first time I saw this theory it was pitched by LoreDrone on youtube- they do amazing theories and explanations. Go take a look, they explain it much better than I can. But basically they said that perhaps the true form of the absolute solver isn't this:

Or this:

And definetly not this:

But instead is a black hole AKA this:

That once the parasitic like nature finally takes complete control of the planet, it will do this and create a black hole.

The insane amount of times absolute solver has referred (or others have) to black holes is crazy. The most direct being: "The Solver of the Absolute Fabric. The void. The exponential end."

Sound familiar? Yeah, sounds like a black hole. It would actually explain some random things that we see throughout the show.

Like the two black holes that slowly float away after Uzi and N defeat eldrich J.

And not to mention all of the black holes that are seen in drawings both from Nori and others in eps 4 and 6.

There is an issue here though. The small creatures that we see for eldrich J, the corrupted core plus the small head that was projecting Khan's dead body only have a small impact and therefore produce little black holes. Uzi was able to create- although accidently- black holes throughout Dead End. All of which could not take full form as the first time, she passes out and thus the black hole form disintegrates. And the second time was when N chopped off her arm.

This all means that the absolute solver needs more solver drones like Cyn to create a large enough black hole to take its final form.

Here's the kicker though.

Why send disassembly drones to the planet then? We get a direct quote from Liam himself saying that spoilers! The humans didn't make the disassembly drones- which pretty much leaves Cyn to be the one that made them, and that's pretty true seeing as she was already making prototypes in the library basement in ep 5.

Copper 9 and many other planets (when Tessa explained) were studying absolute solver and trying to use its powers. "But all they did was spread it." Sounds like a perfect plan for the absolute solver, right? Spread the parasites and its hive mind/cloud based nature to overtake galaxies! So then... why send disassembly drones to Copper 9? The main hub where two very powerful solver drones, by the looks of it, that have huge potential! Nori and Yeva.

And both killed by disassembly drones. Sounds counterproductive, doesn't it?

"J, relay hand. Cyn's orders."

"Step 1: Clear drop zone of life and construct spires. Step 2..."

"Enter labs with this symbol."

Ladies and gentlemen, here we are. Idk if it's a commonly accepted theory or take, but I'm on this boat and I will proudly burn down with it.

Cyn is on our side.

Tessa (although she's very sketch) and J are trying to figure out why Cyn sent disassembly drones to other exo-planets. It is also Cyn's administration that's blocking absolute solver from completely corrupting our trio. It was also Cyn that ordered the eradication of all worker drones. We see that many of these worker drones are... by all technicality and for the most part aside from some odd balls- are correctly disposed of. Their bodies are ripped apart, devoured of their oil and cannot reboot as a zombie drone.

If Cyn was completely corrupted by absolute solver, she'd send the disassembly drones to perhaps kill the worker drones to increase the rate of zombie drones to wake up with the absolute solver string in them- just like seen with Cyn. But no. The entire spire is constructed of corpses in pieces.

Now as for my take on the ending (and let me tell you, I bet you I'm 100% wrong and this will probably not happen) I think our trio will beat whatever the f*ck is in Cabin Fever labs and team up with Cyn to then go to other planets and save them from absolute solver. A rather optimistic uptake, I know. But I'm also for a lot of the more bittersweet and not so happy ending theories that are out there.

I saw it from @villainsrule2018 for the first time. That this image may be Copper 9 by the end of the season. I absolutely love the idea that we might lose Copper 9 but perhaps save other planets. But I have another take on this. This is earth. We've lost earth already, and off to the side we have Copper 9's moons, implying Copper 9 is its next target.

As per usual, there's plenty of holes and inconsistencies in my theories and ramblings. Feel free to expand or go against this, I love hearing other theories on how season 1 will end. ^_^

#murder drones theory #murder drones #serial designation n #glitch productions #uzi doorman #serial designation v #serial designation j #rambles #murder drones ep 5 #murder drones episode 6 #murder drones tessa #tessa james elliot #murder drones cyn #absolute solver #murder drones nori #murder drones yeva #bluginkgo's rambles/theories

[cbk1000]

Fandom Creator's Self-Rec Game!

Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.

Tagged by @the-pen-pot and actually I think @anonymintea also tagged me a while back? I vaguely remember seeing that in my activity and kind of recoiling at the idea of trying to rec my own stuff. lmfao But I have time to sit down and do it now and I am being so brave. I am just going to rec Merlin fics for this post, since that's what I've been working on and thinking about for the last four years or so, and those fics are the ones that are fresh in my mind. (Honourable mention goes to my Originals series, though, because I spent so much time on that sumabitch.)

All right, five favourites...know that this is excruciating for me and feels very cringe, because I am not normal. lmao

And Down the River's Dim Expanse (Merthur, 13k)

In which Arthur is a water spirit who tries to drown Merlin. Merlin is not impressed.

(This one feels like it kind of just disappeared into the morass of words I've vomited up on the topic of BBC Merlin. I don't think it's got nearly as much attention as any of my other fics, but I'm fond of it because I love fairytales and folklore and specifically anything to do with any kind of creature that lives in the water and especially if said creature tries to drown people. I'd love to do something like this again and have several ideas for fairytales to adopt (i.e. twist completely out of shape).

The Book of Merthur (Merthur, 600k+)

'It was awkward business to ignore a man sitting the length of one knee from you, especially when he had such voluminous ears, and though Arthur made a valiant attempt at it, he had soon to abandon this in favour of grousing at Merlin for a myriad of grievous transgressions, the most pressing of which was his manner of sitting far too close, as if they were mates. This shortcoming was to become a theme when they laid down after passing round a hard cheese and some bread, Merlin in Arthur’s cloak, and Arthur in nothing at all, because his was the greater constitution; and whilst Arthur was working himself into the choicest bit of ground, with the least stones, Merlin suddenly rolled over, mummified within the cloak Arthur’s thoughtfulness had provided, and put his nose into Arthur’s neck.'

The 'yes homo' we all deserved, righting the heterosexual wrongs of canon.

(My thus far 646,363-word essay on the issues I have with canon. I'm eight chapters from the end and already feeling that post-huge-project depression even though I have several ideas for what I want to do next. I really love writing historical fiction and have incorporated that into fics before, but this fic has shown me that I really really love writing fantasy heavily inspired by history: it's the same amount of research, with the added bonus that I can do whatever the hell I want. Also, as mentioned in my first rec, I really love fairytales and folklore, and this gives me the chance to incorporate them in a way that straight up historical fiction doesn't allow. Basically, this fic has allowed me to shove my boner for Arthurian legend and medieval history down people's throats at the same time. Ain't free gay fanfiction where I can do what I like great?)

Fools by Heavenly Compulsion (Merthur, ?k)

In which Arthur is gay and besotted, Merlin is bisexual and oblivious, and they have to get their shit together through WhatsApp.

(I have no idea how many words this technically is, because it's comprised entirely of screenshots of fake social media posts. I've read a few social media fics and enjoyed them and got a whole bug up my ass wanting to try it. I thought it would be an interesting challenge because it would take away so many things that a writer can usually rely on to tell a story, and for me specifically it would completely cut me off from any kind of descriptive writing. So basically I cut off all my limbs except like one arm and decided to see how I got on with that. And it HAS been really interesting to try and shape a narrative through texts and Instagram and twitter posts and still try and convey emotions and distinct personalities with such limitations on what I can actually show. It's also a lot of fun putting the posts together, although you can definitely fall down a deep rabbit hole of trying to pick just the right photo.)

Whereat the Two Sword on the Field of Death a Deathless Love (Merthur, 131k)

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. But not quite in the way you think. 'The Once and Future King'/Merlin mashup; now with 50% more gay.

(This was the first Merlin fic I ever wrote, and an homage to one of my favourite books. It was also me trying to get the show rewrite monkey off my back and distinctly failing at that, since I went on to write one that is over 600,000 words and still not complete. It's also proof that I am 100% capable of rewriting the show in under 150k, I just chose to inflict over 600,000 words on anyone insane enough to sit down and read a 600k gay porn version of BBC Merlin.)

And Time and the World Are Ever in Flight (Merthur, 39k)

In which Arthur returns to the 21st century, learns about Google, and finally realises his dream of running away to a farm with Merlin.

(Listen, the finale damaged me, I'm still damaged, and I tried to undo it with nearly 40k of tea and baby sheep. A.K.A. the one where Arthur returns and they run a sheep farm in Ireland together and finally figure out they're gay for each other and neither of them is alone ever again.)

Tagging @aemelia (you will have to rec all of yours lmao) @kirythestitchwitch @thetourguidebarbie and anyone else who wants to do this and has multiple fics.

#fic #writing #the-pen-pot #anonymintea #thetourguidebarbie #kirythestitchwitch #aemelia

[quohotos]

My fan theories about how the Underland works

In today's @returntoregalia episode had some interesting tangents about how the creatures probably couldn't survive in the Underland. There wouldn't be enough air, the air wouldn't circulate, and larger creatures die sooner than smaller creatures because their hearts have to work harder. The correct answer is obviously "It's fantasy", but I still think there are some clues that can give a plausible psuedoscientific explanation of how this can work.

Where does the air come from? The overland, specifically the currents. That massive amount of air being pulled in and out of the Underland is what is recirculating the air and keeping it breathable. This is sort of passing the buck, since the currents are never explained and are one of the few purely magical parts of the worldbuilding, but I believe that is the purpose they serve. There is something in the Underland, could be magical or some strange natrual phenomenon that's not explained yet, that flushes out the dead air pulls in fresh air. Sometimes Overlanders like Gregor get caught up in it and it allows for safe passage between the two lands. Sandwitch specifically sought out the Underland because he saw visions of the surface being uninhabited (headcannon: nuclear war), so it's possible that the underland wouldn't actually save them in the event of that happening because it relies on air from the surface, but you can't really blame him for not understanding that.

Why are the animals so big? Yes, larger animals die sooner, but they also are much more efficient because of the Square-Cube Law. "This principle states that, as a shape grows in size, its volume grows faster than its surface area." Energy lost as heat is a function of surface area, which means that larger animals have to eat less often than smaller animals. Mice can starve to death within days whereas a human can stay alive for weeks without food. In places where food is scarce and temperatures are low, like the open ocean and deep sea, we see lots of animals evolve gigantism. If you go deep in the ocean you'll find lots of animals that look like the ones at the surface just scaled up (and yes there's more than one factor that contributes to that, but the caloric efficiency of gigantism is one of those). In a cave environment where calories are scarce it would make sense for everything to get bigger to conserve energy. As for them dying sooner, who's to say that they don't all die pretty early. The oldest creature we see is a cockroach on the code team, but basically everything else besides humans aren't given an age. Maybe Gnawers only live to be like thirty, maybe Ripred is an old geezer who's about to keel over. Most people die in wars anyways, so longevity isn't really a concern. The fact that Rats can grow up from pups to adults in about a year leads me to believe that they die off early and their whole society has made peace with and is designed around that fact.

When it comes to why the animals are all intelegent... that where there's no explanation beyond fantasy book, and that's fine. You could make an argument that with the added stresses and challenges of finding food in the underland intelegence would be important, but also complex brains are a huge caloric sink so it's more efficient to be dumb and specialized. The truth is that no one should ever have to justify having big talking bat friends in their story. Every story should have those without needing to explain their reasoning.

#return to regalia #return to regalia podcast #the underland chronicles #tuc #gregor the overlander #fan theories #I'm a programmer not a biologist so if I got some details wrong please correct me politely

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Tails on Ninja turtles, yes or no? And why?

YES YES YES! I'm personally a fan of the ninja turtles having tails, whether they're little stubby tails like irl turtles have or much longer tails. I think it's both interesting from a character design angle but my headcanon is that it would also make a bit more sense anatomically that the turtles wouldn't lose their tails post-mutation. I understand why they're generally left out in the canon designs (of any iteration), Eastman and Laird just didn't put tails on them when they first drew the turtles (after all, the most iconic part of the turtle really is their shell so the tails would be a serious afterthought) and adding them later would probably just seem weird and plus it's probably easier on the animators to not have to remember to draw little nubbins coming out of the turtles' shells in every frame.

BUT, like I said I think it would make a bit more sense anatomically, and I think post mutation the tails would actually get longer rather than stay as tiny little nubbins like regular turtles. Mostly I think this is because the turtles are going from quadrupedal creatures to suddenly bipedal creatures, but they're still significantly top heavy (that good ol' iconic shell) and in pretty much every iteration they only have two toes to balance all that weight on (and most irl turtles have at the very least three toes but I think most turtles have four to five digits but I'm not exactly an expert, either way the TMNT are technically losing digits with their mutation, at least on their back feet) and given that the turtles' whole thing is strength and a surprising amount of agility giving their incredibly bulky and top heavy anatomy, it just makes more sense in my head if they had a tail to help balance out that weight.

and also it would look cool.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #character design #answered asks #anon ask #katnip talks

[crushermyheart]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to @fandomsbyladymelodrama for the tag! This should be fun...

How many works do you have on AO3? Presently, 24. (I joined AO3 3 years after joining fanfiction.net so there are a few more on there of questionable quality)

What's your total AO3 word count? 135,060

What fandoms do you write for? It varies greatly depending on what I'm watching, but mostly All Creatures Great and Small (2020) and Star Trek Voyager/Next Gen.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? My Dearest Lizzy (a Pride & Prejudice/Death Comes to Pemberley fanfic from AGES ago), Right Here (Mission Impossible, Ilsa/Ethan), Frozen Harmonies (hilariously, an overly dramatic Star Trek Next Gen fanfic, Picard/Crusher), For a Time Innumerable (Wheel of Time, series 1 aftermath, wrote this last year and kinda proud of it), Milk & Honey (All Creatures Great and Small 2020, in which Mr Farnon and Mrs Hall converse in the kitchen in the small hours of the morning, one of my personal faves)

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I love responding to comments and discussing my fics as well as commenting on other people's works.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That is a good question... There are a great many. Potentially Some Shred of Goodness (The Crucible) which reflects on John and Elizabeth Proctor's relationship and if you know what happens in the play then the end of this fic, whilst sounding happy, is SUPER angsty.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ooooh, um, either Little Ordinary Things or Knights and Dragons, both fluffy Siegfried & Audrey, All Creatures Great & Small fics.

Do you get hate on fics? I had one comment on a fic last year that was weird/not nice/super critical/generally confusing and it kinda freaked me out so I deleted the fic - until some lovely person came and found me on Tumblr asking where the rest was and to not give up writing it.

Do you write smut? Nope.

Do you write crossovers? I don't think I've ever written one? I do have a potential crossover in mind (added to the very long list of unwritten fic ideas)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No idea?

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Good grief I can only have one? Most of my ships have not sailed, lol. RIP. Or have yet to set sail *cough* Siegfried/Audrey from All Creatures Great and Small, and then Picard/Crusher and Janeway/Chakotay from Star Trek. Also platonic ship: Moiraine & Lan, Wheel of Time. My original OTPs will forever be Aragorn/Arwen and Han/Leia.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The Star Trek Next Gen fic I started writing 10 years ago which has 5 different versions and is over 40k words in note form *cries*

What are your writing strengths? I have not been asked this before... I like writing descriptively, describing locations but also emotions. If you've read my fics I'd like to know what you think my strengths are?

What are your writing weaknesses? Coming up with titles. I have a tendency to edit to death. And then ending up in the cycle of I kinda hate this/this is the best thing I've ever written and trying to find an end. Also, not planning everything out and getting lost in my chapters.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it's called for, go for it! I'm currently working on a Witcher fic and have done a stupid amount of research into the Elder speech and Skellige jargon.

First fandom you wrote for? Technically Scott & Bailey on fanfiction.net, When it Rains it Pours. It is terrible, the punctuation is everywhere, it's hilariously dramatic, and still my longest fic to date.

Favorite fic you've written? Oh no, I don't know! I really don't. Possibly Milk & Honey?

Tagging: @fuel-prices, @phoenixflames12, @shelbyxhughes, @beanabouttown, @itsmeagain00O , or tag yourself ;)

#fanfiction #this was fun #my fanfiction #i've actually been writing fics for 10 years this week! #writing stuff

[kielakeet]

Alright so I'm up too late and the autism is flowing hard let's find out what the wordiest token is in mtg

During an insomnia fueled research session, I went through every creature token on scryfall and grabbed the ones that jumped out at me for wordiness. For the purposes of this madness, reminder text does not count, power/toughness text is one word when it is in the effect text, tap and mana symbols are not words, and hyphenated words count as several words. Conveniently, I ended up with exactly ten tokens. Let's run them down.

10th & 9th: Dragon Egg & Earthshaker Khenra - 23 words

The bottom of our loquacious barrel comes with these two. At 23 words each they're nothing to sneeze at, even if Khenra cheats by being an eternalized version of an existing card. The Egg hails from Nesting Dragon, a popular choice in dragons-matter decks wherever they may be found.

8th: Angel of Sanctions - 24 words

Just barely ahead is another Amonkhet token. This time the culprit is Embalm, which like Eternalize amounts to a sort of Flashback for creatures. This ability couldn't find a place outside of Nicol Bolas' schemes on the ancient Egypt-styled plane, likely saving the token printer a not-insigificant amount of black ink.

7th: Heart-Piercer Manticore - 28 words

Listen, there's not that much to say about these niche tokens printed to work with two keywords from a single block six years ago. It gets wordy because the token inherits the entire text of the creature minus Embalm or Eternalize itself. Let's move swiftly along.

6th, 5th & 4th: Elemental, Osgood, Operation Double & Fish- 29 words

Ah yes, here's something I can work with. The Elemental, understandably, is created by Rekindling Phoenix from Rivals of Ixalan. Protect the token until your turn comes round, and your phoenix is reborn. How flavorful. Osgood, however, steps into cheating territory by being a nigh-exact copy of a normal creature that simply copies itself on etb. At least the scarf is snazzy. What really steals the show for me is the Fish token created by the death trigger of Reef Worm. In a delightful depiction of the food chain (which ironically does not work at all with the card Food Chain), the worn is eaten by the fish, the Fish by the whale, and the whale by the kraken. Each card save for the last depicts the oncoming feaster in the background of its art, whereas the Kraken had to also be used by a Kiora planeswalker released alongside it in Masters 25.

3rd & 2nd: Elemental & Temet, Vizier of Naktamun - 31 words

This Elemental hails from Innistrad: Midnight Hunt, created by the Sorcery Sieze the Storm. A single copy of the spell got you two of these electrifying friends thanks to Flashback, and with a properly built spellslinger deck, could make them a real game-ender. Temmet is another Embalm token, this time with the added curiosity that his typeline was so crowded his legendary status was evicted to the rules text, earning him a respectable tie for second.

1st: Vizier of Many Faces - 37 words

As we began, so shall we find the end of our journey with Amonkhet. Oddly enough, the three separate alterations to the copied creature only apply while the Vizier is embalmed, otherwise she's a slightly upcosted Clone. It may be unsatisfying to discover that the culprit behind the wordiest token is the result of the crossing between the famously clunky clone effect and a one off mechanic from 2017, but the knowledge is its own reward, and hey, it killed two hours of a likely sleepless night.

#mtg #magic the gathering #there are probably a few ties in the lower ranks i missed but it would probably lead to more amonkhet block stuff so sue me #they're already half this damn list

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Reboot: Miraculous: Heroes of Miracles: Tikki and Plagg

-Yes even the Kwami get some changes.

-So Tikki and Plagg are among the most powerful Kwami, being that they are the avatars of concepts of Creation and Destruction. So other Kwami are Reverent of them. A healthy amount of fear and respect.

-Tikki gets a bit of a shift. She loves Inventions, constantly learning about the world and the new things added to it. She is inquisitive and thinks humans are such creative creatures. She loves seeing how it works.

-She also LOVES Marinette’s plans and creative designs. She even adds suggestions to it, finding the simple solutions more boring. If anything Tikki loves when things are complex. Baked Goods being an Exact science makes her LOVE them more.

-She is less Marinette’s Good Angel and more Marinette’s motivator. She doesn’t discourage Marinette’s ideas, only if she doesn’t think the idea is creative.

-Tikki loves art… but HATES counterfeits. And Tikki hates Unoriginality more than anything. Being inspired by something is different than ripping it off.

-Tikki’s concept of Morality develops along with her time as Marinette’s kwami. Kwami adapt to their user, gaining more from them the closer they grow. Tikki becomes more of Marinette’s second opinion later on as Marinette will know that Tikki is right because SHE knows what is right. But this is much less preachy.

-Tikki views Marinette as her favorite holder.

-As for Plagg, there isn’t as much of a change for him. He is pretty much the same as in the OG. With some quirks.

-Plagg loves watching things break and loves watching hydraulic press videos.

-Plagg also sees Adrien as a servant at first (like all cats) but starts to care more for Adrien. Even bonding with the boy. Something he rarely does.

-Though as he bonds with Adrien, like Tikki with Marinette, he becomes Adrien’s second opinion on things as their morality aligns

-Plagg loves rotten smells as in canon, and also enjoys fish. Finding their smell “Decadent”

-Plagg usually avoids getting close to holders because they eventually die, and it’s that mentality that usually keeps him at a distance but… after getting to know Adrien he feels that maybe his mentality is wrong.

___________________________________________

-Plagg and Tikki true forms exist outside of the universe, in a realm that contains their respective powers.

-Marinette and Adrien both get to see the true forms of their kwamis and are the first holders to do so with the permission of their Kwamis.

-Should the true forms enter the universe, the power they emit simply entering it could disrupt the universe permanently, that’s why they make their little kwami avatars. (Think True form Darkseid, )

-Tikki and Plagg true forms are in love with one another (kwami not being in love is fucking bullshit and I’m retconning that). And their users often fall in love. Not because of the miraculous making them so, but because those with compatibility are often drawn to be users of the miraculous.

-The ladybug and Cat miraculous are rarely used due to their power, but have made their marks throughout history.

#miraculous: heroes of miracles #ml reboot #ml reboot idea #ml au #Tikki #Plagg

[bltzgore]

Alright, alright, so I have a thing about ribs. Usually, I love breaking them, but join me on a journey as my brain reminds me I once read: "pry out ribs with a crowbar" (or something of the like).

Tw: GORE and i cannot stress that enough, stabbing, blood, broken bone, invasive intimate touch on the torso (nonsexual), breathing trouble.

What we have to start with here is a motive. Why are we prying this rib out? Are we sending a message? Are we trying to leave whumpee with the most painful death we can manage on hand? Are we taking a trophy back to the big boss and leaving whumpee to die? -Oooooh yes, that one.-

Next is the technical process, cause removing a rib can be done safely, but we're not doing that. This is just a mess of gore (but that's on brand for me) you could cut back the skin first to get a better look at it, pick which one you want. Or you could just go for it and see what happens. -Let's wing it!-

Always remember to pick a healthy amount of complications, collapsed lung is one of my personal recommendations.

I think a wretched, trashed, back alley is the best backdrop for such a situation, time to paint the picture:

It was the height of summer. Everything was slick with sweat or damp through with the humidity. It made the fight that much harder and allowed whumper to put whumpee on their back that much quicker. The thing keeping them there was the stab wound. Whumper had driven their knife right into the flesh of whumpee's leg. Then they had pulled up.

Whumpee had also taken a serious hit to the head, so they were having a hard time telling up from down. So they laid there, watching the figure over them move and discuss just how much they were going to make off this hit. None of it was really processing, with the concussion and blood loss.

Whumper stopped talking and something seemed to have changed. They were looking at whumpee again. No. Not just at whumpee. A specific part of whumpee. Whumper was studying whumpee's torso.

Whumper knelt down and drew up whumpee's shirt. Whumpee made a move to fight back but whumper pinned them too quick and with too much strength, even with just one arm.

Whumper traced their fingers across whumpee's ribs, bringing goosebumps to whumpee's skin. Whumper stopped on one, tapped it, then pressed hard into the gap just below it.

Whumpee winced and breathed out, with no choice other than taking it in stride.

"I like this one." Whumper decided. Their words slowly slithering into whumpee's poor fogged brain.

Whumper moved off, withdrawing a few steps and bending down to grab something.

Had whumpee been more aware they would have tried to run, to move, to crawl away. Too little, too late. Whumper returned and stepped on their chest, roughly forcing the air out of it. Whumpee was rattled but the fear didn't double down until they managed to focus their eyes on the thing whumper was holding.

A crowbar?

That was the last coherent thought whumpee managed before something split their brain in two. The teeth of the crowbar broke the skin, and whumpee screamed. There was no break from the pain, no moment to catch their breath as the red invaded their vision, forced their exhausted body to thrash, and their vocabulary shrink to the most deperate words they knew.

Whumper doubled down. They jammed their tool to the side until they felt it hit the bone. They grinned as they wrentched a hole into a living breathing creature, "There it is." And jammed down on the bar, adding more and more force until the bone crunched.

Whumper didn't get the whole rib, but they were certain it would be enough, as they tore through the skin to get at it. They took their prize and stood, giving whumpee one last look.

Whumpee's torso was a mess of blood that almost distracted from the hole that looked like torn cardboard, gaping and gaging blood all down whumpee's sides.

Whumpee was not as still as they should have been, gasping like a dying fish. But whumper solved that mystery rather quickly.

"I must have hit your lung. Ruptured chest wall and all that makes it pretty hard to breathe, doesn't it?" They grinned, then examined their gleaming, bloody prize. "Thanks for your cooperation. Die well." Then turned on their heels and vanished into the gathering storm.

Whumpee's body was in ruins, all that was left was for their exhaustion to put them out. It was all they had left to hope for.

The alternative, die of blood loss.

And maybe caretaker will show up if you really want them too...

Bye!

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump drabble #rib trauma #bltz loves ribs #crowbar #tw gore #tw broken bones #broken ribs

[arrianna21]

~Caramel Eyes, Mocha Paws~ Chapter 4

Summary: With unexplainable occurrences on the rise, you begin investigating the random attacks on your own until someone else apparently has the same idea as well. And suddenly, you find yourself caught at the wrong time and place.

wolf!yoongi x fem!reader

Word Count: 12,774

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There’s always a strange irony to things you realize as you pour milk into the cup. It drips with ease and you stop once a sufficient amount has been added. Using the toothpick, you curve the cream into a crescent moon and slice the other little dots into stars before carefully delivering the drink to the woman sitting at her table. 

She smiles and thanks you in return while you continue working on more orders. While not rare, the fact that someone else is thinking about the moon too can’t help but nudge at your suspicions. A lot of people like the moon but since finding that note, you’re wondering if that’s also a sign of some sort. Especially after the other gift you received this morning. 

As you headed to the café during your usual walk you came across a squirrel that had been dashing up and down the trees before stopping short in front of you on the trail. You froze so as not to startle it, watching it look at you with a twitching tail only for it to scurry off. In its place was an acorn, one in pristine condition, the nut glimmering a pretty brown hue with small designs etched into the shell. Unsure of its meaning, you stuck it into your bag and continued on your way even more confused. 

Between the will o’ the wisp and squirrel, you’re half expecting some other person or creature to deliver yet another cryptic message.

The note is sitting on your desk at home, tucked behind your books. It surely had to have come from the will o’ the wisp that you found in the storage room but it couldn’t have been the one to write it itself. According to your quick online search, these phantom creatures don’t exactly communicate with others, instead leading people astray in the fog. Yet this one seems to understand you. Maybe it’s just a messenger, but for who? This mysterious WW isn’t recognizable unless the initials are for a pseudonym of sorts. Yoongi was the only other person there that night yet he had been on his laptop the whole time. 

“Are you going to finish the order or keep watching it blend into mush?” Elanor asks over the loud whirring of the blender that’s currently mixing the coffee. 

You quickly pull the container free and serve the drink into a cup with ice cubes before handing it off. “Sorry, got distracted for a second,” you say in a hurry. 

“With what, the blender?” She jokes. 

“No,” you shake your head, “just getting lost in my head.” 

Elanor reorganizes the desserts that’ve gotten knocked around in the display case, resetting them to look presentable. “Yeah, but about what?”

Nothing you could possibly say out loud in public. “Just about my walk this morning. I saw a cute squirrel running around and burying nuts for winter.” 

She gives you an odd look. “Right.” Before she can prod any further, a woman dressed in a business suit quickly walks in on the phone and orders an espresso and a couple of scones. 

While Elanor takes over making the drink, you fetch the food and ring up her order. Inadvertently you end up catching bits and pieces of her conversation. “Yes, sir, I just wrapped up the interview with the victim in Greenbriar and grabbing a coffee before I head to the second one now.” The woman pauses, listening quietly to whoever’s talking. 

You slowly ease the chocolate and lemon scones into the bag, doing your best not to noisily crinkle the bag too much. What does she mean by second one? Second victim? There’s only been talk of one attack. Maybe it’s not the same case. Greenbriar is all the way in the next county. 

“Depending on what this one says, I think it’ll determine if there’s a connection between the attacks. But I believe—yes, well, I already have those scheduled with experts to verify,” she sighs to herself before clenching and unclenching her fist, “yes, I’ll schedule some more meetings and look into it.” Hanging up her phone, she rubs her forehead and lets out another sigh. 

“Boss being a little overbearing?” You guess, giving her a sympathetic smile while handing her the drink and bag of food. 

“Yep. I finally start getting things on track for this story and now my supervisor wants me to interview paranormal investigators or something to see what they think about these attacks in the woods,” she explains, taking a careful sip of her coffee. “I’m well aware of the importance of hearing from both aspects, but he wants to spin it as some spooky ghost story.” 

“That’s certainly quite a take,” you note, drawing a snort from Elanor who’s actively listening in nearby at the register but not engaging in the conversation. “So is it true there’s been two attacks?” You lower your voice as you ask. 

The woman nods while typing out something on her phone. “Supposedly. That’s why I’m out here to verify and see if there’s any connection between the two cases. Though this is a little ways out to be honest.” Her phone begins ringing again and she answers it. “Yes, sir?” She lets out another sigh before rolling her eyes. “Yes, I’ll bring you a banana muffin.” 

You’re already putting one into another bag by the time she hangs up. “Here, it’s on the house. Consider the muffin payment for having to do the runaround with him,” you tell her, giving her the additional paper sack.

“Thanks.” Setting her phone briefly on the counter, you notice her GPS is open and leading to her next location. Must be the second victim. While she’s still digging around in her purse, you take another look at the coordinates and easily recognize the address that’s rather close by. The woman, having found some spare change, drops the coins and handful of bills into the tip jar before gathering her things to leave. 

You watch her step out the door before glancing at the clock. “Hey Elanor, can you cover for me this afternoon?” 

Just more and more coincidences. 

                                                                 ~*~

The two story Air BNB house sits atop the brick foundation with a short stack of stairs leading up to the porch. Neatly trimmed hedges line the front with a decaying birdhouse that hangs on the lone tree. A fresh patch of grass grows over the plot of dirt where the blooming lilies and poppies once used to be, the colorful flowers always drawing your attention on your walk home from school as a kid. 

Before this became a vacation home, it used to be owned by Mrs. Reyes. She was the librarian for decades and so you were a familiar face since you were always studying there. She gave you the offer of coming by once or twice a week to help clean her two story home as dust easily collected all throughout the many rooms. 

It’s still strange being here in quite a few years. While you hadn’t planned on investigating the attack, after hearing about the other one from the reporter, you’re wondering if this really could be the work of something supernatural. Sure you could just tell Wolfy about it, but what can he do besides keep guarding the forest? It’s not like he can go into the city to investigate or talk with people. At the very least you can be lending a helping hand in the meantime. 

The faded white railing creaks as you use it to help steady yourself while you climb the steps. You knock on the wooden door while the wind briefly picks up and stirs the wind chimes hanging at the far end, the dull silver butterflies swaying in the air as the metal clinks faintly. Otherwise, it remains completely quiet. Normally, classical music would be seeping through the cracked open windows, but there’s only the swaying tree branches that serve as your ambience. 

There’s the sound of fast-paced footsteps and the door swings open, revealing blonde hair tied into an unkempt bun. If the brown-rimmed glasses aren’t already recognizable, then the burgundy cardigan draped over her shoulders surely is. What are the odds of you running into the rude customers from the coffee shop? If memory serves you correctly, you think her friend had called her Diane. 

“Can I help you?” She sighs. Dark bags hang just below her eyes as she practically stares through you. 

“Hi, I’m looking for Miranda Hutchins.”  

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m Y/N and I work with the local paper, the Hallow Howler,” you answer with a smile. “I don’t mean to intrude but I was hoping to speak with her about what happened in the woods.” Clearly you don’t work for the paper, but you figure at least it’s credible enough to investigate further into this mess. Better than saying you’re a barista with an apparent knack for sleuthing. 

She squints her eyes before asking, “Don’t you work at the coffee shop?” 

Of course. “I work there part-time, but this is my main job,” you smoothly respond. 

Diane stares back, eyeing you over while silently contemplating if you’re worth listening to. “Come in,” she eventually sighs, opening the door wider, revealing the foyer that used to be decorated with all sorts of landscape paintings but is now bare. 

As you step inside the warm house getting away from the chill air, you take a moment to examine the place you once knew. While the faded floral wallpaper has been updated with a fresh coat of green paint, the rest of the house looks about the same as you remember. At the entrance there are still little end tables with a vase of fake wildflowers on each one. You can’t help but notice the thin strings of cobwebs that decorate a few of the petals. At least the appliances have all been upgraded as you catch a glimpse of the kitchen from your position. The nineteenth century vintage stovetop with its multiple knobs and drawers is now replaced with a more modern type. Even the retro mint colored refrigerator has been replaced by a fancy silver one that has a touch screen on the door. 

Gesturing for you to follow, Diane takes you to the cozy living room, where a red couch and armchair sit in the middle facing away from the entrance. Against the wall, a new flatscreen tv sits on a stand, having replaced the old fashioned one as well. The channel is on some celebrity news show and you see someone with their legs propped up on the red velvet ottoman, bare feet sticking out from beneath the quilted blanket. 

“Diane, was that the delivery person with our takeout?” The person asks, turning their head to look over and your eyes end up meeting as you recognize the other woman who barked both their orders at you. “Why’s the barista here?” 

A part of you is almost impressed she can remember all the people she yells at. 

“She works part time there but also works with the local paper and wants to do an interview with you,” her friend explains, coming closer. “Do you need anything while I’m up?” 

“Yeah, some more water,” Miranda holds up the glass and Diane takes it before heading to the kitchen. You awkwardly shift on your feet, soles creating imprints on the faded beige carpet. “Are you just gonna stand there or actually ask whatever questions you supposedly have?” She snaps without looking away from the screen. 

Moving forward, you position yourself beside the couch before easing down into the side that’s closest to her. You pull out your phone, ensuring the notes with your questions are ready. “I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me. I’m Y/N by the way,” you introduce yourself, not that she actually pays much attention as she continues watching her show. “Are you sure you’re comfortable talking about this again?” You tentatively ask. 

She finally glances over to stare at you, her blue eyes rimmed red, the dark smudges beneath them tinted with exhaustion. Her black hair is tied in a messy ponytail with some strands sticking out in various directions. Even her clothes, though certainly some high-end fashion brand, are slightly disheveled. Her fuchsia long sleeve shirt is rumpled and seemingly drowns her within in the fabric. “Yeah,” she scoffs. “It’s not like I haven’t told my story over a dozen times at this point.” 

“I just wanted to make sure,” you respond politely, keeping the customer service voice enabled before your mouth gets the better of you. “Could you confirm when and where this happened exactly?”

“Maple Berry Way at about 9:30pm,” she recites just as Diane comes back with her water, setting it down on the little side table beside her before going to sit at the other end of the couch. 

Your fingers quickly type in the information. “And what were you doing there?” 

“Hiking.” Next to you, Diane hesitates to which Miranda gives a stern shake of her head in return. 

Resisting the urge to press further about their silent conversation, you focus on the next question. “Did you mostly stick to the main trails or did you go off the path?” 

“Stuck to the main trail, obviously,” Miranda scoffs. 

“I’m just asking questions to better understand what happened. Either way I’m not here to judge,” you reassure, silently noting her stiff posture. “So you were hiking on the main trails and then what?” 

Reaching for her glass, she takes a sip of water before setting it back down. “After I finished, I was on my way back to the car when I heard noises in the bushes. Next thing I know I was being mauled,” she answers, shifting in her seat. 

“Could you describe what attacked you?” 

“Not really, I was too busy screaming and trying to get away. But it was big, whatever it was.” 

“Do you know what kind of animal?”

A shrug. “Some kind of wolf I guess.”

Your fingers stutter in their movements, disrupting the rhythm as you clear your throat. “Any distinct features, something that maybe stood out to you?” 

Miranda readjusts again before shaking her head. Absentmindedly, she begins fidgeting with her necklace, fingers softly rubbing the sapphire pendant. “No, like I said, I was just trying to get away.” 

“There wasn’t anything that seemed odd about it?” 

“What do you mean?” She freezes, fingers still touching her jewelry, eyeing you strangely in return. 

You’re debating whether or not to outright ask before eventually saying, “Like, did it ever stand on its hind legs? Or you know, just attack in an abnormal way? Something that wasn’t quite natural?” Raising suspicions won’t do any good but at the same time she may have seen something at least. And if you earn any weird looks in return, then you’re just some believer of the supernatural, that’s all. 

Her eyes narrow as she sits upright from her slumped position. “How’d you know about that? Look all I said in that police report was that it was a big animal. I’m not some superstitious person that chases shadows in the night, okay? So don’t you dare write me off as crazy or anything.” As though catching herself a moment too late, she clamps her jaw, pivoting her head towards the bay windows that look out into the front lawn. 

Crazy wouldn’t be the word you’d use to describe her, or anyone for that matter. Belligerent or demanding, sure. But even if you were actually writing a story about this, you wouldn’t use those words either. You already know what it’s like having your theories dismissed by one person, a whole audience would be so much worse than that. “I wouldn’t do that. I’m here to listen to whatever you want to share. Just because something can’t be easily explained doesn’t mean that it’s not real or isn’t true. And who knows, you might not be the only one either.” 

“That other reporter said she was investigating another case too,” Diane quietly adds, her leg shaking as her bare foot taps the floor in rapid succession. 

“See?” You gently encourage, setting your phone down in between your legs as you lean forward slightly, trying to bring Miranda’s attention back to you. “This other person might’ve had a similar experience. If so, then it’d probably be a relief—for both of you, knowing that at least there’s someone else out there who experienced the same thing.” 

Breaking her gaze away from the window, she faces you once more, scowling though maybe not from your line of questioning. Uncertainty is clearly evident yet curiosity also lingers in her blue eyes. “Have you talked to this other person?”

“No, not yet,” you say, desperately hoping she doesn’t shut down the interview as a result of your lack of information involving this other case. 

She chews the inside of her cheek, contemplating something as her eyes shift to Diane before returning to you. “Do you know what the wolfman looks like?”

The sudden question takes you by surprise as your brows knit together though you’re sure your eyes widen in response. “Yeah,” you answer slowly. “Basically an extremely hairy or furry man with claws and teeth. Goes on murderous rampages, involuntarily transforms on a full moon, and is vulnerable to silver.” 

She sniffs in response, partially resembling a hint of a laugh. “You almost sound like some kind of expert.”

You can’t stop your own laugh from escaping. If only she knew. You’re certainly more so compared to others. “Thanks, but not exactly. Just a fan of the supernatural really.” 

“Anyway, basically like that, but without all the fur.” 

“So a person with wolf like features sharp claws, teeth, and all?” You try envisioning this creature, but the resulting image you conjure up doesn’t quite fit. All you really picture is Gollum from Lord of the Rings though more vicious and animalistic. 

Miranda grimaces, struggling for words. “In a way, but I said werewolf because that’s the closest thing it reminded me of except it wasn’t quite that. The features weren’t fully human and it just looked. . .evil.”

Evil? It makes you wonder if this is a similar situation to your run-in with the goblins. A will o’ the wisp had led you right to them that night, could the same one or one of its friends have done the same to her too? “Did you happen to notice anything else strange or peculiar that night? Like any glowing lights or maybe a weird sound?”

She stares at the carpet, lost in thought before slowly shaking her head though she doesn’t seem completely sure. From beside you, Diane stiffens and sharply inhales. “What about shining lights?” She softly murmurs, drawing both you and Miranda’s attention though the dark-haired woman catches her eyes. Both exchange looks with each other, an exclusively private conversation that’s between them. Diane silently pleads to her friend only for it to be disregarded by her friend’s hard expression in return. 

It prompts your memory to recall a crucial piece of information from the few articles you’ve been reading about the incident. “Wait, were both of you out there that night?” All the reports indicated there was only one victim. 

“No.”

“Yes,” Diane softly answers at the same time. Miranda sends her a scathing glare to which she helplessly responds with, “We already told the police.” 

“So? She’s with the press and if this gets leaked, you’re screwed.” 

You glance between the two of them. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Diane ignores the warning look Miranda sends her way. “My father is well-known. Actually he’s the CEO of Keaton Enterprises and word would’ve spread quickly if the media found out about the attack,” she explains, despite her friend’s obvious pissed-off facial expression. 

“I won’t say anything,” you blurt, hoping they don’t get suspicious of your quick reassurance. While you truly do wish to prove your integrity, you also hope they don’t catch the hint of fear in your tone at the realization that her father runs the company your dad works for now. “Especially if you want your identity kept a secret. And if everyone knows it’s just one victim, we can stick with that,” you promise and Miranda rolls her eyes in return. 

She shifts in her seat before taking another sip from her glass. “Like we’d believe you. You’re not the first journalist to spout supposed honest shit like that.” 

“But I mean it,” you insist, “you’re identities aren’t important. I just want to hear from you directly to prevent misinformation from spreading about what attacked you.” At your mention of the attack, both women glance at one another before awkwardly looking away. “You can be honest with me. I’m not the paparazzi. I just want to know the truth.” 

Surprisingly, it’s Miranda that speaks first, her voice somewhat low. “We could barely believe our own eyes.” 

“Our minds can play tricks on us, but when our imaginations run wild that can make something seemingly normal a true nightmare.”

She shakes her head, black hair whipping furiously. “That’s what we’ve been telling ourselves, that the dark shadows were to blame and that it was just a normal predator. But it wasn’t.” 

“And that’s okay, it’s why I’m here. Just try the best you can,” you encourage them. “Maybe let’s start with what you both were really doing out there that night.” When they visibly stiffen, you’re quick to reassure them again, “No personal information will be published without your consent.” 

Both of them still look apprehensive before Diane sighs. “We were out drinking. Just a bottle of vodka between the two of us, nothing to make us too drunk. After having a busy day, we just wanted to let off some steam. While we were out there, we started hearing rustling in the forest. First it was quiet and far away, but as we started walking back to the main trail so we could get to the parking lot, something came running out and hit Miranda.” 

“Could you describe the approximate size?” You ask. 

“Big,” Miranda answers. “Probably similar to a bear but resembling more of a wolf.” 

“Except it stood on two legs.”

“Yeah.”

A humanoid figure but with animalistic features, no wonder they kept saying werewolf. “That’s why you mentioned werewolves.” 

“Not that it mattered because the cops are convinced we were just drunk off our asses and imagining it. Well, that I was too drunk,” she amends, a sharp edge in her voice and you catch Diane wince slightly. 

“Do you remember any particular features that it had? Face, build, things like that?” 

“Like, a hairless werewolf, I guess.” Diana grimaces in thought. “Maybe it was actually thin fur but the face looked sort of human while the body had long limbs with all the claws and teeth. Hence the wolfman comparison.” 

“What did it do next?” You ask, still typing furiously on your phone. 

From her seat, Miranda scoffs, “What do you think? It attacked us. Or me, specifically.” She points to her gauze-wrapped leg that’s propped on the ottoman. 

“Miranda,” Diane softly scolds and turns to address you. “What she means is that thing didn’t hesitate once it saw us. Maybe we caught it by surprise when it came out of nowhere,” she guesses, “but there wasn’t any fear, just anger.” 

“It could’ve possibly been hungry or rabid,” you theorize. 

They shake their heads. “No, I don’t think so,” Diane says to which you look up in confusion. “When it bit Miranda, I slammed the vodka bottle over its head but it didn’t even react. Only when it kept biting at her did it eventually stop before taking off.” 

Your fingers remain hovering above the screen of your phone and they helplessly shrug at your perplexed look. “It just stopped?” 

“I know, it doesn’t make sense but that’s what happened. Something got it to stop, but nothing else was out there besides us. It was like a spell or the bloodlust was broken.” 

At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if a witch or warlock were suddenly added to the mix. Will o’ the wisps, werewolves, and witches, oh my. “Could this be related to what you said earlier?” You look towards Diane. “About the shining thing you saw?”

“Maybe. Before it showed up, I thought I saw something shining or reflecting off the moonlight somewhere among the trees just before it attacked. But for all I know it was my eyes playing tricks on me.” 

“The cops sure seemed to think so,” Miranda mutters. 

“How bad are your injuries?” You ask her, looking at her bundled form. 

She carefully eases the blanket back, revealing several long scratches that range from her thigh to her shin. In the middle of her thigh is a dark purple bruise. 

“And is that where you were bit?” You ask, leaning a little closer but there’s no teeth marks anywhere to be found. 

“Exactly where that disgusting bruise is at. And before you ask, yes, they didn’t find any cuts either. They think it probably just got close to breaking the skin but I know what I felt,” she insists. “My flesh was being torn apart.” 

Despite her claims, her skin shows a different story. Maybe in the moment it felt like her skin was being torn open, but the lacerations aren’t actually that deep. “Does your leg feel weird where you got bit?” 

“Not really, just…itchy,” she responds, her fingers automatically reach to scratch but she stops when Diane’s about to intercept. “I know, I know.” She gently massages the area instead. “I insisted they give me a rabies shot and everything else just in case.” 

One can only hope that modern medicine will be enough to combat any diseases from possible supernatural creatures. 

                                                                 ~*~

On your day off, you head to the opposite end of town towards Maple Berry Way in the hopes of finding anything useful about this strange creature that attacked the women. Maybe the police had missed something or believed it wasn’t crucial to the case. As you ride your bike, you stay on the sidewalk even though cars hardly ever come down this street as it’s rather secluded and takes you away from the heart of town. Even hikers and those who enjoy the outdoors tend to take other trails that are more lively and frequented.

As you reach the entrance, you hop off your bike and leave it resting against a tree that’s behind one of the few weathered-down benches near the road. No other cars are in the parking lot, leaving the area vacant like usual. Your feet leave indents in the sinking gravel as it throws your gait off-kilter until you reach the flat area where the path begins. Starting your trek down the dirt path, you follow the map on your phone where Miranda and Diane had marked the general area of the attack as best as they could remember, continuing toward the blue dot while looking for any evidence as you do. 

Most of the trees are almost bare, with only a handful of brown leaves left in patches on some branches. An old wooden sign sits at an angle, the arrow pointing downwards instead of the direction it’s supposed to be in as you walk by. You can’t even make out the original writing as the letters are faded. 

Up ahead, you catch a glimpse of a little orange flag peeking out from beneath the overgrown grass slightly away from the trail. You inspect the ground where remnants of shattered glass are still scattered about. This must be where they broke the bottle over the creature’s head. Avoiding the shards, you step carefully around the space, looking for any other clues but there’s not even a trace of blood whatsoever. You continue walking around, careful not to disturb any of the crime scene, but everything seems relatively normal. If they hadn’t told you about the bottle, you would’ve just assumed people were out here drinking and accidentally broke it. Basically normal. 

“Can I help you?” A deep voice asks, startling you with a jolt. Turning around, you find two guys standing in dark clothes, the shine of police badges peek out from behind their jackets. Leave it to you to run into the cops. The one who spoke has pitch black hair perfectly styled to the side, revealing his smooth forehead and the arched brow that’s lifted, awaiting an answer. Beside him stands another man who’s slightly shorter with a mop of dark brown hair that makes him appear rather young. 

“Hi, um, I’m just here to investigate the recent attack. The crime scene has been cleared so the public is allowed in now,” you answer, hoping it sounds as confident and professional as you try to seem. 

“Yes, but our specific department still needs to gather more information so if you could come back tomorrow we’d be most appreciative,” the taller one explains, giving you an apologetic yet polite smile in return.

While he may be actually telling the truth, there’s no doubt that him or his department doesn’t exactly want you snooping around the area. Even if they haven’t found anything, this guy is smooth and most likely a pro at deflection. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in charge of public relations for the station. 

Before you can respond, rustling sounds from nearby as another person appears from amongst the trees. “Hey, Namjoon, should we split up and check the northeastern area for—what’re you doing here?” The familiar voice wonders, original question abruptly replaced by another one. Yoongi, dressed in his usual hoodie carries a backpack over his shoulder, stops abruptly upon seeing you. His tone is hard, annoyed almost, so different compared to his usual demeanor.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you reply.  

“We know each other,” is his pointed answer. “Besides, my help was requested by the department. Did they give you the same clearance?” 

“No,” you scoff, fishing a small paper from your pocket and briefly flashing it to them. “It’s my journalist pass, and technically we don’t need them since the crime scene is currently clear now.” 

His brows raise at that, humor glinting in his eyes as though he can clearly see right through your lie. “You’re a journalist too?”

The shorter man besides his tall partner with the deep voice smiles excitedly. “You work at the Hallow Howler too? That’s cool, so do I! I’m new so I don’t think we’ve met. What department do you work in?”

You’ve got to be kidding. Luck just can’t give you enough of a break. “Actually I’m more of an intern,” you backpedal, “my mom’s the journalist.” Was, your brain silently corrects. Technically you did borrow her press pass just for a moment like this. As long as they don’t notice that the expiration date is almost a decade old. “I’m just here inspecting the area while she follows some other leads.” 

“Oh that’s cool! What’s her name?” The same guy asks, seemingly oblivious to your deceptions. Next to him, Yoongi faintly smirks, also expectantly waiting to hear your answer. 

While you say her name, you frantically think of something else to switch topics to before you somehow slip up. “So is there much evidence besides the broken glass?”

“This is still technically an open investigation, we can’t disclose any of that yet.” Yoongi interrupts before the journalist can answer. 

“Once we fill out our report and get all the details, we’d be happy to release it to the public.” The tall guy, Namjoon you presume, also responds.

“Then can I at least get statements from you, your partner, and your…assistant?” 

“Yeah, though we’re still searching for evidence on what kind of animal this might’ve been which I’m sure is what you’re mainly wanting to know,” the shorter guy answers remorsefully.

Namjoon clears his throat. “I know that’s what everyone is most concerned about and we’re working quickly to figure that out. You’ll even be the first to know if that’s any consolation.” 

“Does that have anything to do with checking the northeast area?” You point out and Yoongi narrows his eyes. 

“We’re just covering our bases.”

“Are you checking that direction to rule out nothing came from the supposed legendary dark forest?” You guess. 

While you know your question would throw out any credibility as a serious journalist, the sudden widening of the shorter guy’s eyes is enough to send your mind into hyperawareness. Even Namjoon inquisitively glances over to Yoongi who’s glaring you down. 

“All those fairytales are seriously getting to your head,” he tells you snidely. 

“Yeah, then it must be spreading because even the victim isn’t exactly sure what she saw.” 

“Because she was drunk, terrified and in complete darkness,” he dismisses. 

“Either way, something dangerous is out there.” 

Namjoon hesitates before interjecting, “I’d be happy to talk with you privately once we finish up here if that’s alright. But he’s right, the dark forest is just a myth.” 

If only that were true. “Maybe you’re right. And that’s very much appreciated but I think I’ll follow some other leads in the meantime. I understand this area is closed off so I’ll make my way to Briar’s Creek,” you politely answer. While not too far away, you have to head northeast to get there and the others seem to know this as well. Even if he’s throwing you a bone, you’re not biting. You doubt you’d get much out of him anyway. There’s too much authority within his tone, this man has definitely done plenty of damage control and PR speeches. 

“Unfortunately, none of the forest is considered completely safe as we don’t know where this supposed creature is,” Namjoon says. “We’d advise not wandering alone. That goes for everyone, even if it’s overcautious on our part.” 

“But what about for you all? That’s a lot of land to investigate and there’s only three of you here. Isn’t that just as dangerous for you too?” 

“We have time as well as weapons for self-defense,” Yoongi reassures though a precursory glance shows none to be openly found. “They’re concealed if that’s what you’re wondering.” 

“If temporarily assisting us with this part of the investigation will put your mind, and questions, at ease, we can allow that,” Namjoon amends much to everyone’s surprise. Yoongi sends him a dark look but doesn’t object. 

At this point, you’ll take whatever information you can get. “Actually that would be great, thanks.” 

“It makes things even,” the shorter guy adds, “and you’re more than welcome to come with me.” 

“Perhaps you should head east with Yoongi,” Namjoon suggests to you. “Jimin and I can check the north since there’s less pathways.” 

You spare a glance down at your shoes, just an old pair of sneakers that have certainly seen better days. Probably should’ve gone with actual hiking boots. “Sounds good,” you tell him, smiling before following after Yoongi who’s already on the move. 

While the other two head in the adjacent direction, you walk after Yoongi as you try to catch up. The quiet ambience of the woods and two sets of footsteps are the only sounds for a few minutes before you bluntly ask, “Why the cold shoulder?” 

His face pinches at your question before he uneasily looks away. “I’m not giving you the cold shoulder.” 

“Fine, then why’re so grumpy?” He’s never been this cold with you except for maybe the first time you met after he caught you falling in the library. It’s not like him, and it makes you wonder what could possibly be bothering him. Unless he was sour before, something about your presence here has him upset. 

Sighing, he shoves his hands in his pockets and hunches his shoulders while ducking beneath to avoid a low hanging branch. “Because I’d rather be somewhere else than here on some wild goose chase,” he admits. “And everyone seems convinced there’s some monster in the woods when it’s probably just a wild animal.” 

“Those two seem like they could handle this on their own. Why do they need you?” It’s not a scathing remark, but genuine curiosity that drives your questioning. 

“I told you, I know my way around these woods. Better than they do as they’re both still new and getting acquainted with the area.” 

“Seems like you all know each other pretty well,” you comment, struggling to watch your footing while also trying to keep up with him. 

Yoongi stays quiet for a moment before admitting, “We live together for the time being.” 

“So this is more of a favor and not an extra side gig.” 

“Basically,” he nods, attention more so focused on his surroundings as he scans the woods. Besides the occasional draft of wind, hardly anything stirs except for the sporadic falling leaves. “Just helping them out since it’s the least I can do.” Yoongi glances over at you. “What’s your motive? Honestly.” 

You point a finger at yourself. “Me?” Shrugging, you’re about crouch beneath another low branch but Yoongi lifts it, holding it up so you can easily walk under. “Thanks. Look, I just want to get to the bottom of this before more people get hurt.” And to also figure this out before the wrong people come investigating the woods and end up finding a certain werewolf. 

“That’s why there’s an ongoing investigation. Do you not trust law enforcement to take care of it?”

“No.”

Your immediate answer catches him off-guard as he lets out an involuntary laugh. It’s the first smile you’ve seen today, resembling his relaxed demeanor you’ve already grown used to. “Okay, fair point. And I get it, I really do. But that’s why Namjoon’s department was called in to provide assistance. They specialize in complicated animal attacks like this one,” he mutters, apparently already expecting your response. 

“So there is something going on,” you confirm. 

He rubs the bridge of his nose and runs his fingers along his cheekbones. “No, they’re here to determine the exact cause. And before you ask, no, they can’t confirm anything yet until they rule out all factors.” 

“But it’s complicated enough that a whole department specialized in strange cases has to come out and determine what happened.” Yoongi looks away while you mull over your own words. Department specialized in strange cases. If magic exists, and something supernatural is possibly the culprit, then are the cops also aware of it? How deep would it all go? Is that why Namjoon, and whatever department he represents, is here? To determine if a werewolf or something else is responsible for the attack?

And then a horrifying thought comes crashing into focus. A shiver cascades along your nerve endings and it feels as if a bucket of ice water is poured down your back. Is this department specialized in hunting supernatural creatures? What if they’re here for Wolfy? 

You glance over at Yoongi who’s staring intensely off into the distance, seemingly listening for something. He did say they have concealed weapons for protection, apparently himself included. “See anything suspicious?” You wonder, drawing his attention away from the tree line as he jerks his head to you. 

“No. Sorry, got lost in thought.” 

“So I can’t help but wonder,” you start, choosing your words carefully while he waits, “do you really think the victim was exaggerating what she experienced?”

Your eyes meet and hold his and you see a flicker of remorse from within before he exhales. “Saying yes would be easier, less complicated,” he admits, “but no, I think she saw something that terrified her. But assuming it’s supernatural or anything like that is a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

For once, you’re willing to accept his dose of reality. “Actually, yeah, I agree. There’s got to be some sort of logical explanation, we just have to find it.” And get them to leave your wolf alone, damn it. 

“Exactly.”

“I mean, given the victim’s description, it could just be someone in a costume that attacked her.” 

“What?” He glances at you in confusion until realization dawns. “Oh, did you interview the victim by pretending to be some journalist? Did you flash them the expired press pass and she just didn’t think twice?” Yoongi smirks, shaking his head while he deftly climbs over a log. 

How could he actually see the date standing several feet away? You set your jaw, refusing to be sidetracked by his rather astute observation. “Look, you may think this is being blown out of proportion and just a waste of time, but there are others at risk. I have friends in the area that may be in danger.” You follow after him, hoisting yourself up the log with a grunt of exertion. He offers you his hand, patiently waiting while you crouch down before grasping it. 

With a swift tug, Yoongi pulls you forward and you yelp at the sudden shift in weight, falling directly into him. Mind going blank, you barely have time to process that you’re in his arms before he sets you down. “Pretty noble of you to go all private detective the moment your town is in possible danger,” he notes, releasing you before slowly backing away. 

Even through your clothes, you can still feel the warmth of his fingers that grazed along your waist before you shake your head in an attempt to reorient yourself. “Oh, please,” you scoff. “I’m just a concerned citizen if anything. And besides, this is a problem for the wildlife because if people start assuming it’s a dangerous wolf, then any local wolves in the area could be killed,” you say, your thoughts automatically returning to Wolfy. Supernatural strength or not, the general public wouldn’t take kindly to him. There’d be mass panic and hunters would be out in full force. 

“I’m pretty sure your wolves will be fine,” he answers.

“Not if scared people take matters into their own hands,” you counter.

After passing beneath another drooping branch, the ground shifts, tilting downwards with cracks of rocks and roots protruding out sporadically. Both of you take the earthen made steps carefully, doing your best not to slip. Yoongi stays beside you, keeping his arm just within reach should you stumble. Once you’re near the bottom where the floor levels off, does he finally answer. “Y/N. It’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about, trust me.”

When you reach the flat surface, you continue walking until a flurry of crunched leaves come from just ahead. Yoongi rushes in front of you and you watch as a cute, little dormouse scurries across before diving into another pile of large auburn leaves, squeaking as it does so. He lets out a huff and you notice that his hands are curled open, as though he were about to take a swipe at it. 

“Then why are you nervous?” You wonder, to which he immediately relaxes his stance and looks at you from over his shoulder. 

“I’m not,” he laughs. 

“Well, you’re not completely at ease either.” Realization dawns. “That’s why you’re upset, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, walking forward until you grab a hold of his sleeve, forcing him to face you. Yoongi stops, standing still as he uses his shoe to lightly kick at the pile of dead leaves. “No, I’m frustrated that there’s no definitive answer as to what exactly did this. It’s hard to tell based off what they’ve found which isn’t much.” You continue to skeptically glare at him before he lets out an exasperated sigh upon sensing it. “Okay, fine. It is a little worrying. Is that the response you’re looking for?” 

Keeping a tight grip on his sleeve so he can’t turn or walk away, you ask, “What do actually think did this?” 

“Not a wolf, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he answers. He’s looking at you now, unwavering and without a trace of doubt. “And what about you?”

Suddenly, you feel shy almost, having your questioning redirected back at you. His dark umber eyes feel as though they’re piercing straight into your mind. Like he’s searching for something. Confirmation? Honesty? You’re not sure. But it’s you that ultimately breaks eye contact before you release your hold of him. “Same,” is all you say. 

“Glad we’re on the same page then,” Yoongi notes, moving in between the clusters of trees. 

It’s annoying that he can just render you speechless with hardly any effort. And from such a simple question too. 

“Are you coming?” He calls from up ahead and you rush after him before you get left behind. 

Huffing, you try keeping up, doing your best to not trip or get caught on any stray roots. “Slow down, will you?” 

Though your complaint is cut off by your own yelp as you stumble unexpectedly. You flail, pushing your arms out so you don’t faceplant into the ground. Instead, a hand grabs your elbow and you spin as your falling momentum gets realigned before you pivot, swinging directly into a warm body. You grab onto Yoongi, his other hand now holding your waist to keep you from falling backwards. Your hands had automatically reached out for support and now you’re clutching onto his shoulders as well. 

Others would consider this a romantic pose, sweet, yet this feels. . .comfortable. “Why’re you really out here? Even if you’re a concerned citizen, people don’t usually just start getting involved themselves.” 

For a minute this felt briefly comfortable. “To look for answers,” you say. 

“Why not just let the people do their job?”

Of course you should just let the professionals handle it. But then they might find out a werewolf has been living in the forest, so close to civilization. A part of you wishes you could just tell him the real reason, but he probably won’t believe you. And even if he did, should you even be sharing secrets like this anyway? Despite that, the words are practically at your lips, on the verge of being spoken aloud. But instead you swallow them. “They could miss something and not know that it’s important.”

“And you would?” 

“No, but I have a friend who might. They know their way around these woods too.” 

“And you trust them?”

“Yes.” You say it so fast that it surprises even yourself. 

The moment the word leaves your lips, you watch something shift within his eyes. It’s like a droplet of caramel hitting a pool of coffee and then spreading out, replacing the dark brown with a lighter shade. 

You don’t even realize that your hands have moved until you feel the ends of his long hair grazing along your fingertips. They almost have a mind of their own, acting of their own accord as they reach up and get lost in his head of hair, feeling the soft strands. Flinching, you pull away and the sudden movement breaks the spell weaving you two together as you both let go. 

Looking down at your feet, you find something metallic hidden between the blades of grass. You get closer, bending down to investigate the strange object and Yoongi crouches beside you as well. It’s a statue that’s about a foot long, depicting an angel with feathered wings open wide. In her left hand she holds a lantern while in her right is a staff with a crystalline orb attached at the top. Down at her feet are a bunch of flowers. Inspecting it closer, you see there’s writing engraved at the base that reads Radiance Everlasting. 

“Radiance Everlasting?” You murmur the words aloud. It’s a pretty statue, but it’s odd that something this intricate would be all the way out here, seemingly in the middle of the woods. Surely someone wouldn’t forget to leave something like this behind. 

Yoongi mutters under his breath and you think you catch the words, “damn nuisances.”

“Does this mean something to you?”

He shakes his head. “No, but I’m sure the department will have an idea,” is all he says before taking off his backpack and unzipping it. “We’ll send it in as evidence and see what they can find.” 

“Wait, at least let me get a picture of it first,” you protest. Retrieving your phone, you snap a quick shot of it.  

“Hang on, we don’t even know if it’s related to the case. You can’t just share it on your blog, I mean, your article,” he emphasizes with a pointed look much to your chagrin. 

“I’m not going to say anything about it,” is your quick reassurance. “But I can at least do some research of my own.”

Rifling through his backpack, he pulls out a purple bandana. Using the cloth, he picks up the strange artifact and places it inside a plastic bag. It’s then that you manage to catch a glimpse of what’s inside. “Going camping later?” You presume, noticing the extra pair of clothes. 

“I’m not planning on it, those are just extra in case I need to crash somewhere else for the night,” is his response, zipping the bag before standing upright. He’s already walking while you stare at his back before following after him.

Curiosity has different common scenarios running through your mind, yet you can’t help but press further. “Don’t you live nearby?”

“Yeah, but sometimes I stay for a few days at a friend’s place.” 

As you continue walking, your eyes wander across the trees and ground, looking for any sign of something out of the ordinary. You see a set of pawprints, a wolf’s pawprints to be exact. Although it doesn’t seem like they’re from your wolf unless he was running around here recently on four legs. Reaching for your phone, you snap some more pictures of the tracks.  

“Taking more pictures for your blog, I guess,” Yoongi wonders, hearing the shutter click as he looks back at you with a smirk. But the grin fades when he takes note of the prints though he doesn’t comment on them. 

“You know,” you say, turning back to face him, “I’d sure love to see this supposed blog you think I have. At this point, even I’m wondering if it actually exists.”

“So the research is for stories then,” he presumes. “Or is it art?”

“Neither.” 

He looks at you expectantly, waiting. “You said once that the research is for fun. Which kind of fun?”

Oh, if only he knew. “Werewolves and all sorts of supernatural creatures interest me. I like learning about them even if they might not be real. Gives me a better understanding of them, you know?” 

The sideways look he gives is indiscernible, an expression you can’t quite pinpoint. It almost seems like painful longing or desperation. Or you’re just misinterpreting things. “Yes, actually I can understand.”   

When he doesn’t elaborate, you eventually ask, “So then what’s yours?”

“My what?” 

“Your interest, the thing you know or want to know everything about, even if it’s not for work or considered worth your time?”

He blinks, incredulous. “Are you asking me what my hobbies are?”

“Yes. Though would you consider researching supernatural creatures a hobby?” Under your circumstances, it almost feels like a case study of sorts. It makes you wonder how Wolfy would take it knowing that he’s been your main subject. He’d probably flick his tail against your back like he tends to do. 

“Not all hobbies have to be skills which you perfect over time, Y/N,” Yoongi says, drawing you from your internal musings. “You learning about fantasy creatures is still knowledge you gain.” 

“Even if I can’t apply it to “reality”?” You snort, doing air quotes at the end. 

He stops walking, staring at you directly. “Is that what you believe?” He murmurs, his voice gentle. 

“No,” is your immediate answer and you stumble over your words as you attempt to explain when he quirks a brow. “It’s more so just my parents would consider it a waste of time. Not that they’d try discouraging me, they just wouldn’t understand the purpose or use of it. They’re very,” you struggle to find the right word, “technical, analytical, take your pick.” 

“So I assume they’re not too fond of the arts then.” 

You wince, pursing your lips. “Well, no, they understand the concept of creativity and inspiration. It’s just, they see things from a realistic perspective. Why spend all your time learning about creatures that don’t exist when you could be learning about actual wolves instead?”

“Regardless of what they think, you’re doing something you enjoy. Even if it means sneaking around through a crime scene and interviewing traumatized victims,” he jokes, and you lightly smack his arm in retaliation.  

“You make me sound like some suspect that’s inserting themselves into the investigation.”

He rubs the spot where you hit him, still smiling. “Clearly you’re not because you’re terrible at it. I’m kidding,” he laughs when you playfully scowl at him. “You just got unlucky by running into us.”

“Got that right. Your friend sure is proficient with his words.”

“Namjoon? Yeah, he’s been with the agency for a while and he’s an experienced communications liaison.” 

“Honestly,” you mutter as he states what you already guessed. “He’s certainly good at dodging questions like someone else I happen to know.” 

Your implication is met with him rolling his eyes as he shakes his head. “I’m not dodging questions. Going back to your earlier one,” he shrugs, “I guess my hobby is cooking though I don’t always have time. Like right now for instance,” he indicates to the sunlight that’s slowly descending below the trees and it’s then that you notice how the sky is a glowing orange rather than the clear blue it once was. “We should probably head back. It’ll be dark soon,” he recommends.

“Well, if you ever need a taste tester I don’t mind volunteering,” you offer, feeling your face immediately grow warm beneath his gaze, the faint amber of his eyes returning. “I mean, it’s the least I can do since you always try my various coffee flavors.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi says with a fond smile. 

Both of you begin heading back towards the main trail and it surprisingly doesn’t take long as you’re soon arriving at the parking lot. “Will you be out searching tomorrow too?”

“No, most of the evidence has already been logged. We just came out to do one last thorough check. And good thing too,” he notes, nodding to you, “because we could’ve missed that statue. Thanks for the help.”

You shrug. “All in a day’s work.” Stepping across the uneven gravel, you make your way back towards your bike. “So how’d all of you get here?” You wonder, motioning to the empty space where not a single car is in sight. 

“Jimin and Namjoon took Joon’s scooter,” he motions to where you just barely see a lilac colored moped parked near the tree line, “and I walked.”

“Wait, is that his personal vehicle? Because I like it and kind of want it now. And why’re you always walking around everywhere?”

“Yeah, it’s his. Let’s just say a scooter is more his speed. And he really enjoys it, so good luck getting him to give it up. As for your other question, I just prefer walking compared to vehicles in general. It’s just easier. Why does it matter?”

“Because that’s a lot of walking to do, not to mention more time to get everywhere. I know this is a small town, but this area is still a ways out.” 

“There’s a lot of different trails that I use for shortcuts.” 

“You know what? I’ll take your word for it. See you tomorrow hopefully.” 

He nods. “Yeah, I’ll probably stop by the coffee shop for a bit. Have a good night.” 

You tell him the same and he watches you get on your bike, standing in the middle of the lot while you ride away. 

                                                                 ~*~

Like most days, the shop is bustling with people coming in and out for hot drinks and to warm up before going back out into the chilly weather. And true to his word, the next day Yoongi is there that afternoon wearing his hoodie as always. 

“Just your usual black coffee?” You ask, and he nods. 

The bell chimes again. More groups of customers stepping inside while a few exit with their food and drinks. 

“Okay, for here, right?” You turn towards him, already holding the porcelain mug in your hands. 

As he opens his mouth to respond, his eyes go wide, brown bleeding into a glowing scarlet and it’s like he’s looking through you at something else. His hands tense, sharp nails digging into the counter, creating jagged lines in the worn wood. 

From behind him, you see two customers in line with one looking around the shop while the other raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. You hadn’t paid them any mind, yet now you can’t help but notice the one watching Yoongi as the bulging muscles of his arms seem to flex with every move. How often does he work out? 

“To go, please.” You barely hear Yoongi mumble, his voice low and practically unheard amidst the loud sounds of blenders and people talking. He releases a shaky breath as he hunches over and rests his palms on the counter. 

“Okay. You alright?” You ask, concerned by his odd demeanor. 

Yoongi’s still for a minute as though processing your words. “Yeah, fine.” He takes a breath, inhaling deeply and the crimson soon fades away, melding into liquid caramel instead. He sniffles and wipes a finger across his nose. 

“Hey, I can help with the next one while you help him,” Elanor mutters from behind, causing you to jump slightly. 

Both you and Yoongi move to the side as Elanor takes over at the register. 

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” 

“Yeah.” His attempt to reassure you isn’t exactly convincing. “Just got a headache all of a sudden.”

“I think I have some painkillers in my bag if you need some,” you tell him, pouring his coffee into a recycled cup before handing it to him. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll probably head home and take a nap. See you later,” he says, quickly taking his drink and immediately leaving before you can so much as wave goodbye. 

Later that night, you realize that Wolfy isn’t here today either. Strange. Maybe he has other things to do. As you continue down the path, you hear a low rumble in the distance. Your feet slow to a stop so you can listen more. 

Straining your ears, it takes a minute before you hear a bark out in the distant forest. You head off the trail and begin going towards the general direction of the sound. There’s a good chance this isn’t Wolfy as he’s definitely not the only canine out here. But what if it is? 

Without the light from the lampposts, seeing is difficult and you have to resort to using your phone’s flashlight so you can watch your step. Intuition is smacking your curiosity within you, reminding you of what happened the last time you went exploring in the woods at night. Yeah, you were almost eaten alive but you were led astray by a will o’ the wisp. And you got to meet Wolfy as a result. 

A cawing crow startles you and you nearly stumble into a tree as a result. Looking up, you raise your light high and find the blackbird staring down at you from a leafless branch. Wasn’t there a crow Halloween night too? It caws again before taking flight, swooping right over your head and you duck away. 

By the time you look up, you see it heading back the direction you came. You think. Just to confirm, and actually be on the safe (smart) side, you check the GPS on your phone to ensure you know how to get back to civilization. 

From not too far away, you hear a louder bark that’s followed by a growl. Shutting your light off, you continue walking closer. There’s a break in the trees as the forest grows thinner and you hide behind a bush before cautiously peeking over the bramble. 

In a small clearing are two men and one very pissed-off werewolf. What once was a grassy field now resembles a battlefield as destroyed trees are scattered across with trunks splintered and branches snapped. Both men’s clothes and hair are slightly disheveled, but otherwise they remain in one piece, and it’s then that you recognize the one with big muscles from the coffee shop earlier today. The werewolf, on the other hand, has a few thin open wounds across its arms and upper torso. All the noises you’ve been hearing must’ve been from their fighting. A brawl you’ve just idiotically walked in on.

Another growl sounds from the lupine that reverberates the ground beneath you. Though the moonlight doesn’t help much, you can tell it’s not Wolfy, the body being more lithe and fur being a lighter shade than his. Its lips peel back, showcasing sharp fangs as it snaps its jaws in warning. The taunt has the two men adjusting their stances, leaning down into crouches as they prepare to lunge while you can only watch in muted horror, unsure of what to do. 

You flinch in anticipation, preparing for the brutal fight to restart, until a loud cawing sounds from behind. Slowly looking over your shoulder, you see the black bird sitting nonchalantly in the branches of the tree, quizzically staring back at you. It cries again and you wave your arm in a pathetic attempt to try and silence it. 

Instead, it does a nosedive, buzzing you in the process and lets out another caw. You hiss for it to pipe down, but it simply squawks in return. Nearly getting a face full of feathers, you duck low but trip into the bush, the branches breaking your fall with a loud cascading crunch as you fall forward and hit the ground. 

Lifting your head, you ease up and see the men and werewolf staring directly at you. Crap. You fumble with the half-dented bush and get to your feet. None of them have moved, but even if you run now, you’re not sure that it’ll make much difference. Maybe you could lose the guys, but not a freaking werewolf. 

When the one guy you’ve never seen before takes a step towards you, the wolf growls before lunging at him. The coffee shop guy actually tackles the werewolf, forcing it to the ground. Both begin fighting, the guy avoiding a near bite to the arm as they both try getting to their feet and gaining the upper hand. While they’re duking it out, the first guy shoots forward, suddenly appearing directly in front of you.

How the hell did he move so fast? Dread pools within your stomach upon realizing that they’re not human either.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine,” the man murmurs softly, his eyes flaring bright ruby red before he utters a word you can’t understand.

Your body stills, rushing thoughts going quiet as your fear evaporates. It’s not that you feel calm, just…quiet. Like your emotions have been sedated with a dose of tranquility. What’s wrong with you? You try forcing yourself to move, but even internally you feel lethargic, and your limbs won’t cooperate. 

“Relax and listen to my words,” the man says, his command instantly filling you with ease. “You will forget us and what you saw here. You’re going to turn around and go home once I—”

Before he can finish, he’s slammed by something dark and massive, causing you to break free from whatever spell or magic he cast as you fall to your knees. You see the large werewolf loom above the man, keeping itself in between you two. It growls in warning while the guy merely stares up at it in return, shifting his weight as he adjusts his stance.

A blurred figure appears from the trees before a third werewolf joins everyone. Sparing a quick glance at the wolf next to you, it heads towards the other one still engaged with coffee shop guy before joining in on the fight.

Since they’re all preoccupied, you finally take the opportunity to run back into the woods. Your feet dash across the forest floor, shoving tree limbs and shrubs aside as you head in what you hope is the right direction of the main trail. Flapping bird wings sound from above and you look up to find the same crow flying in the air. It lets out another caw, gliding in between the trees as it stares down at you.

For all you know it could be leading you to more trouble, yet you don’t have time to think about it before something eventually tries coming after you. So you follow after the bird and thankfully soon notice the shining lamps from the path. Pushing yourself faster, you race towards the lightened area and emerge from the forest only to crash straight into someone.

The person grunts from the impact but manages to keep from falling over completely as they stumble back a few steps. “What the hell? Y/N?” They ask, and you immediately recognize the voice. You pull away and find Yoongi standing before you, straightening his shirt to get rid of the rumpled creases where your face once was a second ago. 

“Yoongi? What’re you doing out here?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder into the dark wilderness but find nothing chasing after you. Maybe those guys and the werewolves will keep each other distracted until you both can get far enough away. 

That hopeful thought is struck down as a loud howl pierces the night sky. Your eyes widen as you look to Yoongi, wracking your brain for an excuse or casual response only for him to beat you to it. “We should get out of here,” he suggests, and you agree, not even hesitating to trek down the path with him, intent on going straight home. 

“Maybe you should head home too. I can manage the rest of the way,” you say, but he shakes his head, keeping his hand against the small of your back. 

“Just walk, Y/N,” he tells you, his voice tight. 

The two of you walk in silence, only your quickened footsteps sounding against the dirt as you stay within the dim glow of the guiding path lights. You resist the urge to look back, afraid of seeing what could be lurking in the shadows while Yoongi’s eyes flicker in every direction, checking either side of the forest for anything drawing near. A snapping branch can be heard from the right and Yoongi immediately slows his pace, keeping his position standing just in front of you. 

Another twig snaps from behind and you both whirl to find a guy standing on the trail, another one you haven’t met before. The bangs of his brown hair hang just above his eyes and overall he seems like an ordinary guy, down to the band t-shirt, skinny jeans, and converse. “Oh sorry,” he apologizes, giving a bashful smile as he rubs the side of his arm, “didn’t mean to startle you. Just out enjoying the view. Nice night for a walk, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it is,” Yoongi answers, his words clipped. “Enjoy your walk.” He silently urges you towards the way home and you begin taking a few steps in that direction, afraid of turning your back on the guy. 

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where QualiTea Treats & Trees is, would you? I’m supposed to meet my friend near there later,” he suddenly asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Your mouth nearly opens to automatically answer, but you stop yourself short, afraid of giving this stranger the location of Jin and Hobi’s tearoom. 

“It’s in the town square, you can’t miss it. So why don’t you and your friend go run along,” Yoongi suggests, turning to face the patch of trees to the left. 

When you follow his gaze, you think you catch a silhouette hidden amongst the shadows, but it’s hard to tell exactly where. A shiver wracks your spine. The guy also looks in the same direction before sighing and jerking his head to side. From the woods, out walks another guy with striking blue hair that’s partially tied in the back. Dots of freckles form along his cheeks, and with the colorful hair, it gives him an air of etherealness. Even you can’t help but become enchanted. He goes to stand by his friend, both relaxed while you and Yoongi are anything but. 

Your eyes meet blue hair’s and you watch as they faintly begin glowing red, muting whatever thoughts you once had. “Don’t look into their eyes,” you vaguely register Yoongi mutter beside you and you immediately look away, keeping your focus on the ground. You think you hear blue hair guy let out an exasperated sigh. 

Multiple growls accompanied by short, rapid barks sound off somewhere nearby in the woods. They’re slowly coming closer. 

“Someone should get those wolves on a leash, they sure are noisy tonight,” the first guy comments while blue hair snorts, barely hiding his smile.

“Take it up with the locals,” Yoongi says. 

“Why? Surely someone with your credentials can easily take care of it.” 

Beside you Yoongi tenses, but doesn’t say anything, instead glaring hard at the mystery men. While you’re beyond confused by what he means, you try diffusing the situation before things escalate here too. “Look we don’t want any trouble,” you start, grabbing a hold of Yoongi’s arm, tugging it lightly. His hard gaze doesn’t break from the guy’s, but he allows himself to be pulled back. 

The first guy clears his throat. “I know, we don’t either. So if your friend could come with us, we can get this all sorted out.” 

“We’re not going with you.”

“Oh, no she doesn’t. You do though. I mean we don’t want to cause a scene, right?” 

“I’m not leaving her alone.”

The guy motions to blue hair next to him. “Felix can make sure she gets to where she needs to be. Won’t you feel better knowing she’ll be away from all the commotion?”

Yoongi flexes his fingers, taking a breath to steady himself. “As if I’d take your word for it. Just let us go and we’ll forget this ever happened.” 

“Sorry, but we can’t let you do that, man.” 

“I wasn’t asking.” 

Felix whispers something to the other guy who thinks for a second before nodding. “So how’d you earn her trust? Did you just become friends by chance or you two know each other through school or work?” He asks.

“That’s none of your business.” 

“How’d she take the news?” The guy smiles. “Or having you been sharing trademark secrets?”

“Neither. She’s smart.” 

Such a strange line of questioning, one where you’re seemingly the only one completely lost in the conversation. “What does he mean?” You quietly ask yet the other two can somehow hear. 

The guy with dark hair raises a brow in surprise. “Oh, she doesn’t know. Are you ashamed or afraid she’ll run away screaming?”

“It doesn’t matter. I haven’t broken any rules,” Yoongi calmly responds though a slight tremor begins coursing through his body every few seconds. 

“Maybe or maybe not. Either way, you or one of your friends certainly have.”

“We haven’t done anything wrong,” you insist, despite not knowing everything. It doesn’t matter so long as you two can get away from whoever these people are.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what he wants you to think. Don’t you wonder why he’s always in or around the woods all the time?” He catches the surprise register across your face, his mouth turning up in a small smile. “So you have. Has he been agitated or more stressed by any chance lately?”

“That’s enough,” Yoongi quietly orders. 

“I agree. Now if you’ll just come with us, we’ll make sure she gets home safe. Clearly, she’ll be better protected with us than you.” 

Yoongi leans closer to you so he can whisper in your ear. “Run,” he urges, “I’ll make sure they don’t follow after you.” 

Before you can answer, he strides towards them and it’s as if they’re expecting it because the first guy suddenly throws a punch which is blocked by Yoongi. The two begin fighting and dodging each other’s moves, almost like a dance in which neither is led by unfiltered anger. Instead, they’re poised, focused on feinting away before either can land a hit. And then their speed increases, moving faster and faster until your eyes can barely keep up. 

Felix, who’s been watching like you up to this point, then springs into action and immediately lands a harsh kick on Yoongi that causes him to stumble though he doesn’t fall. His movements are graceful yet dangerous as he joins in, more hits and kicks successfully knocking into Yoongi. 

And you’re just standing there. Using your pepper spray won’t work in this case, not when you could potentially hurt Yoongi. Even if you tried getting in the middle, you’ll end up getting hit or miss your target because all three of them are moving so fast that they’re almost beginning to blur. 

From the forest, a loud hiss sounds from the undergrowth that draws your attention away. The air around you seems to pick up, forcing the thinner trees to bend in submission as another strange, unearthly, noise comes from close by. 

“Yoongi,” you murmur, knowing your voice is lost to the wind as he continues fighting with the other men. The rustling in the trees grows louder, shuddering the branches as something makes its way closer in this direction, moving fast. Inhumanely fast. “Yoongi.” The hair all across your body is standing upright as dread fills you, natural instincts sensing an impending doom. 

There’s a flash of white before something launches itself at you and you barely have time to react as you duck aside. Only you’re not quick enough as the thing hits you hard, knocking you to the rough ground. “Yoongi!” You scream, looking up in terror at the humanoid figure with sharp fangs and bottomless black eyes. It’s completely bare and hairless with patches of silver scales forming all across its skin. The figure screeches and you flinch, raising your arm to protect your face when there’s a stinging gash cutting into your flesh. 

Even though it doesn’t cut deep, it still burns like hell and you cry out, both in pain and absolute horror when the creature leans in for a bite, saliva dripping from its mouth. Managing a solid punch, you turn and see that Yoongi and the other men have stopped fighting, shock etched across their faces. 

But what catches you off guard is the glowing crimson that’s coming from Yoongi’s eyes. Fury engulfs whatever surprise is left and in the next instant he roars, his body contorting before there’s suddenly a brown wolf standing on hind legs, one you’ve become rather familiar with recently. 

“Wolfy,” you breathe, the nickname lost in the sound of chaos. 

The werewolf launches himself at you, tackling the creature with ease and the uplifted weight leaves you feeling exposed, vulnerable. Scrambling backwards, you kick at the ground, your legs feeling like lead but you keep going until you find yourself backed into the trunk of another tree once more. Yet there’s not much to see, only blurs of brown and white can be distinguished as bodies wrestle with each other. 

Deep growls and shrilling shrieks fill the air, blood spraying every so often. The two strange guys watch, with Felix stepping closer, seemingly looking for an opportunity to jump into the fight. That is, until another figure suddenly appears beside them. As he tells them something, more and more guys keep appearing, showing up in an instant. 

Your head feels like it’s about to overload just as yet another figure materializes next to the others and then they move in a blur before instantly kneeling beside you. Chan, the guy from the library, carefully grips your face within his chilled hands and forces you to meet his scarlet eyes. “I’m sorry. Sleep,” he commands, the word instantly forcing darkness to consume you as you fall in an unconscious heap. 

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A/N: The next chapter is finally complete! I wasn’t expecting it to take this long, but I’m at least happy with it so thank you for being patient with me. As always, feedback is most appreciated and I love hearing your thoughts. Thank you for taking the time to read my stories. Much love!

#yoongi scenarios #suga scenarios #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #wolf!au #fanfic #my writing #Caramel Eyes Mocha Paws

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Ok had a long car ride so guess what EP11 THOUGHTS LETS GOOOO:

(plus a good amount of ep12 predictions cause uh i am very excited bkshsjjkssk)

Couple little things first, starting with WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE NALA SE AGAIN. I mean I knew logically we would see her again but that doesn’t mean I was ready for it >:( i do not forgive u for fives u cruel cruel long lady

Then the batch telling Cid off!!! Slay!! Absolutely slay get it that is so important, especially that Omega was directly calling her out for leaving them stranded. I’m really interested to see where that storyline goes and if they either end up leaving Cid (and probably adding to Omegas trust issues in the process cause WOW everyone is letting her down these days (echo i love u but ur girl is not ok)), or if they stay with her and she gets some sort of redemption arc? Idk, can’t decide which seems more likely, but all I can say is I hope next episode has absolutely nothing to do with it. Like it’s an interesting storyline but… yeahh…

And oh god, the boys walking around the ship, why was Wrecker the only one being smart??? Like Tech just ran off on his own, knowing full well the creature was most likely still on the ship, Hunter had his just mwah chefs kiss line of “Whatever did this wasn’t human,” like… HMMM HUNTER I HADNT NOTICED (“And where there’s a farm, there’s usually a farmer!”) But Wrecker was actually paying attention!! He picked up the volt-staff (which like yeah he was gonna anyways but it was still smart) and he made note of the walls being reinforced meaning whatever they were holding must be something strong. And later in the episode he sees the Empire snag the zillo beast and he takes note of how “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” Like I love those little moments where Wrecker just passively shows off how smart he is?? He plays the big goofy guy since it’s just kinda his personality, but he still knows his stuff. Hell, he made a rocket launcher out of parts from a separatist tank in less than a minute while under fire from the enemy?? And it worked perfectly? And repeatedly??? Anyway Wrecker spiel over but the man is a genius and I love him.

Tech and Omega’s moments in this episode, oh i lOVE THEM. Him messing up and scaring her then kinda not knowing how to fix it, Omega unplugging his datapad to make him get going, Tech immediately covering her while they ran from explosion omG I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH they are so wonderful and sweet and perfect and Filoni I swEAR YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THEM (I feel like they’re safe for the most part but still, I do not trust. (like of all of them I think Hunter, Omega and Wrecker are the safest? They kinda can’t be taken out; you need the leader, you can’t lose the kid, and Wrecker is pretty much the majority of the comic relief. And Tech is safe-ish too cause he’s just such a character type that I feel like you can’t get rid of him. But uh… Echo and Cross are not safe. They are very much so in danger, maybe Echo most of all and oh god I am scared for him. And also Cody if he ever comes back. …where is cody..?))

OK and now for bigger things like oMG ECHO AND REX HOLY SHIBSJSBSJBSKZNZKDNOEBEKSNSKLSMSNSJXLDNSKNSKS YES YES ABSOLUTELY CALL ECHO AND REX I NEED TO SEE THEMMMMMM!!! The way Hunter did his little main character moment slow zoom when he said that? There’s absolutely no way that’s not important to this weeks episode or at least the one after that so AAAAAA I AM SO EXCITEDDDDD. The batch has needed Echo so much in every single episode since he left; Tech going off on his own in this one felt so wrong because Echo should’ve been right there with himmm!! (i mean he should 100% be with rex but like you get what i mean)

And at the end when Lama Su mentions kidnapping Omega again? That feels equally important. Not only is the Empire going to have to admit that Clone Force 99 isn’t dead, but they’re going to have to start hunting them down again to get Omega. And to me, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw Crosshair being ordered to hunt Omega down in particular, since he knows the batch so well and would know best how to snatch Omega from them. (Also like story-wise… who else would it be? …Boba?) Now would that be so incredibly painful and awful to see? Yes, yes it would. Am I still incredibly excited to see it? ALSO YES.

And with both of these things, the Echo and Rex mention and a target on Omega, as well as the fact that this next episode is (i’m pretty sure?) confirmed to have Crosshair in it, I’m really really hoping the episode follows either of them (Cross or Rex and Echo) and their paths end up crossing?? Like maybe Crosshair gets his orders to hunt down Omega, and in trying to track the batch he ends up finding a lead on just Echo? Or maybe it follows Rex and Echo looking into the zillo beast and in trying to find out more they run into Crosshair? And maybe they find out abt Cody??? And anD AND OOO maybe Echo has a moment where he finally decides, fuck it, I can’t leave my brother with the empire any longer and he like tries to reason with Cross? Idk but either way I am REALLY hoping they cross paths somehow plEASE ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN EITHER OF THEMMM 😭😭😭

like it is in fact womens history month and also my birthday on thursday so mr filoni is actually legally obligated to not emotionally destroy me thank you very much :D

#yes this is late no i am not ready for next weeks ep #also #pls pls join in w ep predictions i need to know ur thoughts for next epppp #it has been three weeks #three weeks since echo #and like months since cross??? omg?? #i miss them so much filoni u better fix this rn #sw tbb #sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #tbb s2

[yamisnuffles]

twenty questions for fic writers

Tagged by my best gal @feralkwe

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 46. I have a lot of fic that just lives on Tumblr or that was on older fic sites, so that's not really indicative of my total fic amount lol.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 338,924. Again, A LOT of one shots and stuff elsewhere.

3. What fandoms do you write for? On AO3, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, FFXIV, Skyrim, Good Omens, One Piece, and Star Wars

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Blitzed (GO 1941 smut and my first smut ever lol), The Altus Inquisitor (DAI AU, pretty much as it says on the tin), Get Closer To Me (GO S1 night at Crowley's place fic), Heartbeats (a series of one shots for a One Piece Corazon lives AU), and The Ecstasy of Anthony J Crowley (GO divinity kink smut fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! I didn't always but I'm trying to get better about that because I really appreciate each and every comment.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uuuuuh, might be For Want of Words? It's GO post S2 and not fix it so it is not happy lol. Possibly Wicked White, which ends as Shadowbringers ends and thus isn't the happiest place for a WoL/Emet fic lol. Otherwise, they're series and neither finished but my Law as the new Corazon AU series was just bummers all the way down and, ironically, Too Much of a Good Thing gets progressively less... optimistic. Lots of sad smut and series I guess.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? If I resist making a smut joke, Just For Two is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written. Pure GO S1 fluff fic written for the fun of it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really? I got an... indirectly cruel comment one time on something but people are generally very nice on the fics themselves.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. The Good Omens kind lmao. I mean, I've branched out but it was the first fandom I wrote smut for and continues to be the one that gets the most. It hovers between that M and E rating for good reason. Very feelsy and in the case of GO, I love some religious symbolism lol. I like to weave it into longer works but I also happily write one shots (or try, sometimes it takes a few chapters to get to my one shot plans).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I don't think I've ever written a crossover. I've done crossover art but I tend to stay within a fandom for fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Again... I don't think so?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I used to write with my best friend a lot in high school and I adored it. It's one of the things I miss most about that friendship and, in general, something I miss doing.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Do I even have to say? Aziraphale/Crowley own my soul. That said, I do have the softest of soft spots for my Trev/Dorian and Shakarian. Also, Justice/Anders/Hawke because it burns with the added power of spite.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Ahahaha... *sweats nervously.* So many. I am determined to finish the Altus Inquisitor but it's hard to get my heart back into DA with good reason. I'd love to continue my various OP series but I doubt I ever will for a few reasons.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization. I work really hard on it. I obsess over it. There is nothing I think of more in any fandom than characterization lol. I'd also like to think I'm good with emotion and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing anything ever. I'm a whimsical creature and if I'm not into something at the moment, it's really hard to get myself to focus on things. I also feel like a monkey with a typewriter any time I'm trying to write smut, but I think that's just the nature of the beast.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I am really bad with languages so I try to just avoid it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Jurassic Park! As a wee bab I wrote about a raptor ripping someone open and eating them lmao.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? Oh man, oh man, this is actually really hard for me. There are a lot of things I've written that I'm fond of for different reasons. I adore my AUs because I put so much of my soul into them to make them feel authentic. Various fics for various fandoms hit hard for different reasons. If I absolutely HAD TO choose, I'd say either The Altus Inquisitor, because Lucien is my baby and I genuinely enjoy rereading it, or Dig Down from my GO AU, which I feel like is just a strong short fic and best sums up that whole series. Both are hard to recommend though because one is chronically unfinished (I am trying!) and the other is smack dab in the middle of a series.

I tag anyone who wants to do this because I am too tired to think rn. Go forth with my blessing

#ask memes #about me

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for ship ask thing erisol arafef and (hear me out) erisolkat

YEAH YEAH YOU KNOW ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT,,,

ERISOL:

IM A HUGE ERISOL FAN. IM SORRY. I KNOW. THEY'RE JUST SO FUCKING RRRAGHHHDHEH. i like my ships absolutely pathetic failboy disaster hellpiles and eridan is the King of Being The Worst so Unfortunately i love him and yet i also hate him and also he is my brand ??? eridude or whatever... AND sollux. is my Favorite troll in the comic. im absolutely fanatical about him. and they hate each other so much and are so miserable all the time and yet they are constantly drawn right back to one another do they REALLY hate each other ??? do they??? yes but also no but also YES. they are absolutely obsessed with each other in the best way and the worst way and is it healthy maybe not but it COULD BE HEALTHY?? and maybe that's the hook??? they are such an absolute fucking mess together and i know canonically it probably would not work out but in my Mind i have invented a universe where they absolutely would work out and they're dating and it's so fucking funny ahhahaha laughs evilly and manically. kings of quadrant flipping??? kings of being Maybe Nonbinary??? eridan looks at sollux hunched over with the worst posture known to man in his fucking gamer chair and sollux looks over at eridan in the worlds gaudiest outfit being a terrible person and they are both have thoughts of "oh fuck this should not be attractive at all and YET???"

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON DOMESTIC LIVING SO HELP ME GOD.

i just really like them hee hee :3

ARAFEF:

rubs my hands together deviously. i love arafef so much guys. THEY HAVE SOME OF . THE SILLIEST PARADOX SPACE CONTENT. its so small and its still got me absolutely giggling and kicking my feet.

basically these two girls are so WEIRD and kind of terrifying and both so wonderful. it is actually heartbreaking we Don't ever get to see them really interact in main comic (the only interaction we get i believe is when aradia is a ghost and that's not even like a head on convo i think it's just aradia kind of commenting on something feferi says in alterniabound. sign. feel free to correct me if im wrong tho!!)

i love them and i think they could get up to so many shenanigans together- silly girls going on adventures together, aradia shows feferi all her cool dead stuff and feferi is like "380 !! 38) <3", watching scary movies together(these two would be so fucking into horror!!!) if sollux and eridan are lame nerds these two are the COOLEST NERDS IN EXISTENCE. like this is a couple that you would meet and be like oh my god they're awesome..and maybe they even hold hands? kiss a little? kiss a LOT even?? fall asleep in a pile together?? PERHAPS THEY SNUGGLE???

anyways i think about them a normal amount. also i love them in arasolfef (sollux deserves TWO scary girlfriends.) and arafefnep? catfishbones maybe?? nepeta has such a cute relationship with both of these girls so methinks they deserve to all kiss :3.

ERISOLKAT:

BACK TO ERISOL. BUT THIS TIME. KARKAT. so obviously all of the erisol stuff still holds true for this but somehow adding karkat to the mix makes it all so much more domestic? i think maybe it's because karkat has the NEED to take care of his friends and these two both need a lot of attention. it just all balances out so perfectly imo. and all of these characters have such interesting relationships with each other and it is all genuinely so sweet. and yet they're all such gripe-y whiney assholes so it's baffling that it SHOULD be as sweet as it is.

maybe im biased cause some of my favorite fluff fanfics i've read for hs were erisolkat. but heyyyy. anyways i love these horrible creatures and i think all of them holding hands is a Fantastic fucking idea.

#homestuck #ship bingo #erisol #arafef #erisolkat #fun fact #i draw and talk about erisol so much that my friend who's just started reading homestuck asked me which characters were dating #and i was like i cant tell u its spoiler #and she was like well ik eridan and sollux are from ur Instagram #man