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context: hannah was camping with her boyfriend but he got killed / eaten by werewolves. the pack claimed her as their mate. your muse is either the alpha, or you could write more than one muse as the pack to share her.
important: if you want to, i am open to writing human + shifted wolf sex.
sprawled on her stomach, hannah gasped for air, catching her breath as she came too, waking in the den she had been dragged to the night before. her whole body ached, it felt like she was burning deep inside her. she had no idea what had happened to her during the night, passing out from over-exertion and the trauma of her boyfriend’s gruesome death. there were dried tears on her cheeks and she swiped at them with the back of her hand as she struggled to rise, crawling to her knees and holding herself up with shaking arms. she stilled at the sound of a growl, a shiver running down her spine as she interpreted it as something ... possessive. swallowing, hannah looked up, her own wetness sticky on her thighs as her cunt reacted without her permission. “w-what did you do to m-me?”
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their unbearable loneliness.
celeste is the most quiet. she thinks it’s better to not acknowledge it, the huge lump on her throat, the constant feeling of helplessness. once she was gorgeous, full of dreams, full of hope, but it was never really hers, just what seemed right to do, to feel, to desire. she doesn’t know who she is, she afraid of asking who she is, she would do anything to throw away the only company she has ever had: the loneliness. she feels empty, she feels opaque, losing all the colors she had (the colors people though she had, the colors she supposed she should have). her life is an endless perfomance no one cares about, but is also the only thing she has going on for herself. being alone seems so painful as not being alone, as having someone to explain herself. being known is a desire and a fear.
hannah is the most bitter. she locks herself in her mind, pays attention to every little painful thought, treats her loneliness as a best friend with whom she shares a complicated relationship. she doesn’t care about being called a complicated woman. she embraces the emptiness she feels since she was just a little kid, waiting for something to happen that could explain why she feels so much and nothing at the same time, for something to save her. it’s a wasted life, where she distracts herself living to keep the people around her satisfied so, in the end of the day, she can take one step back and realize she survived another day inside her head. she was always an old cardigan. being known is a fear.
yin is the most hopeful. she never had the proper time to discover who herself she is. she feels she is already too old for this, too old for such novelties like being so lost, but it’s not like she can help it. she wants to be around people, to experience new things, to be the star of her own live, but she can’t do it. she is afraid she will do something wrong, and she feels so obsolet around people: she fears they will know how vulnerable she is, how little she knows about the world right now, how much she feels guilty for escaping her previous situation, though she knows it was necessary and the good thing for herself. she wakes up every night trembling, not only for the trauma, but because she will have to shake herself to sleep alone, she will wake up the other day and not have anyone to tell about it. being known is a desire.
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can u do iwa with the wheels on the bus please i’m begging
yeah alright so once upon a time iwa was walking across the street and then a bus hit him and he died
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FIRST MEETINGS MEME,
reflections on the lady hannah magnus,
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Gender: Feminine.
Race: White
Complexion: fair / pale. freckles that develop more strongly in the summers.
Height: 5′4″
Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:
Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: N/A
Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: light brown. Notes: Due to personal preference, Hannah keeps her body hair minimal.
Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: medium-dark brown. Style: Straight, often pulled back into a delicate twist or braid.
Eye color: bright, vibrant green, nearly identical to her brothers (it’s a familial trait) Details: Short lashes. Reading glasses.
Scars: Prior to her spiral interaction, just small, superficial ones from childhood accidents. Afterwards has a myriad of them that trace spiraling, complex patterns over her arms, especially.
FASHION
Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: Favors trending fashions of the era, though is also deeply attached to more sentimental pieces. Often will modify her own clothing with embroidery or simply sew the pieces herself entirely.
Color Palette: softer colors in greens, pinks, or purples. warm shades of browns. very minimal white.
Typical Clothing: dresses, mostly. sometimes skirts and blouses, though she finds just the one garment rather than two easier. May don riding clothes should that be on her agenda.
Piercings: None.
Tattoos: None.
Other Information: Though she could have a lady’s maid to help her, Hannah prefers to put her own clothing on, favoring things that allow her independence, though she will allow help for more formal looks and occasions.
EXPRESSION
General Facial Expression: small, delicate smiles. sometimes can seem lost in her own world.
Default Body Language: open and warm. expressive of everything she feels -- unable to hide it well.
General Movements: smoothing her dress, usually has some sort of embroidery or handcraft to keep her hands moving. Overall has a gracefulness to her.
NOTABLE FOR RP
Presence: welcoming & comforting. She has the type of presence that immediately puts you at ease. Will bring gifts if visiting you at your place.
Appearance: always well put together and proudly so. can be found letting a few small pieces of hair slip their twist from time to time. Often will keep something like a book or handicraft like sewing or embroidery close at hand.
Scent: soft florals like lavender and rose.
Voice Description: quiet, gentle. almost motherly. rarely ever raised.
Accent: Scottish, but clearly tries to soften it when around company she knows less, or when visiting her brother in London at the insitute.
Speech Mannerisms: nicknames and pet names are common, never in cruelty or mocking but in simply care for those around her. can sometimes sound like she is far away in another world.
Anything else to add? Hannah is just about as opposite as Jonah as one can be. She’s delicate, gentle, and forthright, with very little interest or skill in being underhanded or manipulative at all. She can be, if nothing else, deeply loving.
TAGGING
tagged by @sainthey
tagging: @goodlawman; @theresastargirl; @escapedartgeek; @eidetic187; @developedniche; @stupiidgood
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trans guy who doesn’t realize he’s turning into a werewolf because he assumes it’s all just normal side effects of starting testosterone
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@crue11 liked this for a starter!
( hannah feels... turned around again. ) it's happening more and more lately, lucidity slipping through her grasp like grains of sand, every attempt at focus more likely to misdirect her. but for now, she is here. ( and where is that? the present? she feels as though she is slipping through time. it has to be some sort of disassociation... memory loss.. but... ) she is hannah grose. the year is 1987. flora is eight, miles is ten, and there are things to be done.
but then, there he is in the kitchen, owen. ( oh, there was little certainty in her life these days, but she always remembered owen — the first time they met, when was that now? ) she smiles at him though she feels the answer to her own question at the tip of her fingers and her hand passes through the moment she tries to claim it. she walks in confidently, back straight, approaching the kettle on the stove and taking it away to fill it with water. "cup'pa?" she asks, trying her best to believe owen somehow can't see the state of her, desperate to feel normal for a moment, to smell his cooking and watch him work.
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wishlist starter for: @edgecfeden
inspired by: this
“seriously? how is that not already ticked off your bucket list?” hannah rolled her eyes as she tipped the bottle back, swallowing a mouthful of liquor like it was water before she shrugged. “fine. you wanna make porn? let’s make porn.” so what if hannah’s dating someone else. they were best friends for a reason, and if her best friend wanted to make amateur porn, than what kind of ride or die would she be if she didn’t help out? “you know, if you wanted to fuck me babes, you could’ve just fucked me. you didn’t have to do the whole woe is me, no one will let me record them bit- but, whatever. how do you want me?”
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do you guys also have those mutuals where youre like
you are out of my league. what are you doing following lil ol' me???
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HANNAH, where should you be kissed?
palm.
you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.
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