#I hope it web looks so bad because of bugs

[madmaryholiday]

so, uh, silent hill: ascension started today.

what i mean is the premier just finished

and uh

guys i'm kinda worried

i want so badly to like this. the concept is cool, and i think it could turn out to be a lot of fun.

but they have an obviously unmoderated live chat going, and, uh

it was bad, folks. like exactly what you expect from an unmoderated live chat on a semi-popular piece of media.

also the pacing is fucked. like minute-long snippets of two different stories that they bounce between with basically no warning, plus apparently there were live decisions to be made, but i missed all of them. and there was a QTE section at the end that they didn't explain the actions for, so the community collectively failed the scene.

which apparently makes it harder for the character featured in it to survive???

idk, man. it has good bones, but some of the "features" are just bizarre to me. like you spend "points" to make decisions? and you earn points by solving puzzles that, so far, are just glorified pixel hunting.

the character creator (rudimentary as it was) kept randomly switching options after i clicked on one, and it took me many tries and several refreshes to get the options to stick long enough to finish my character. assuming it's still the same when i open the web page again lmao.

and of course they have a "season pass" option and a "founder's pack" of cosmetic items for....i guess your avatar?

also the QTE section was extra annoying because it was while the character was running from monsters--and i really would've liked to pay attention to what was going on and make sense of the monster designs! but i was too busy searching the screen for the next prompt and hoping i knew what it wanted me to do. so like i have no idea what the environment was or even what the monsters looked like, which is....not great for an atmospheric horror game.

i want so badly to like it, but this premier was...rough.

we'll see if they work out some of the bugs in the coming days, i guess.

#silent hill ascension

[lovelyaces]

Endless love

hi lovely people, i haven't posted anything in a while but i will definitely pop here from time to time. here you go with another fluff piece that basically translates my own fears on paper...

i hope you enjoy it. love, ace 🌷

summary : Pete knows and it seems like your world is falling apart.

“I know.” You and Peter were currently outside your friend’s home, trying to regain some balance after your firsts drinks of the night. You’re not sure how but your conversation turned into love interests and taking your chance.

“Oh no. You know ?” You didn’t need any more words from him to understand that your feelings had been unveiled.

“I know.” Peter reiterated with what seemed to be the most neutral expression on earth.

“Oh…” You were mortified. This was it. The world began to close on you and right now you wished you could turn back in time and make this ever growing anxiety ball in your throat stop.

Never had any of your crushes known your affection for them, you always made sure of it. Because what an embarrassment that would be.

Peter tried to approach you, and slowly hold your elbows in a desperately soft attempt to appease you. Tentatively he whispered “I shouldn’t know ?” All you could do was shake your head no. “Alright then. Consider it forgotten.”

“It doesn’t work that way Pete.” Your voice was shaky and you were on the verge of tears. How can you come back from this ? How long had he known ? How long was it going to take for the story to spread ? You were spiralling and Pete was standing there, confused but mostly heartbroken at the sight of you so helpless. “Why is it a bad thing that I know bug ?”

“Because.” Your throat was closing up and you definitely didn’t trust yourself to continue. Because you’ll go. The sound of the party in the back and the crickets sounds were all you could focus on in order to ground yourself.

Wiping your tears away, you stepped back for Pete’s hold, as if cutting yourself off before he got the chance to do so. “Because it’s not going to work out like I hope, you won’t want me back and you’ll think about how silly it was for me to even think about it.” God how pathetic you thought.

There it was. Peter’s heart squeezed so tightly in his chest, he thought it might stop beating altogether. Your voice, your hands, the way your were so sure he was going to mock you. Anyone would have been hurt to be seen as such, but he knew. He knew that it wasn’t personal, but your fear of rejection taking over.

“Let’s sit for now yeah ?” He searched your eyes with his and led you to the bench further down the garden.

Once sat down, he gave you his hoodie to put on your shoulders. He then waited a bit, opening and closing his mouth like he was searching for the right words to come out. You were resting your head on the bench, looking up to help the tears go back down and at the same time, avoid facing Pete’s beautiful concerned frown.

“I would never laugh at you.” You turned your head to look at him. He, who’s always cheeky and loud, right now looked so attentive and worried you might fleet away at any point. “And I think any fool that made you believe that should be webbed to a wall just to reflect a bit on life.” That made you chuckle a wet laugh. “Just for a few hours of course.”

More time passed but it never got awkward, both of you just trying to gather your thoughts.

“I know you think no one’s going to stay and wait for you. And - I can’t believe I am about to say this because you’re oh so wise usually - but you’re wrong here bug. Sure,” he shrugged, “some people aren’t going to reciprocate those feelings - and thank god for that because otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to tell you this.”

He simply took your had and squeezed it twice before continuing.

“I wouldn’t laugh at you because, while simply being near you is a delight, knowing that I might have a chance at being loved by you, it’s everything. It’s like watching the sunset from Aunt May’s while she has music on, over and over again.”

You knew all too well afternoons at Aunt May’s place and the memories this sentence triggered lifted the weight off your chest partially. It was your turn to rub small circles on Pete’s hand, a silent encouragement for him to continue.

“You’re a lot more than you give yourself credit for bug. You just need to let people let you know.”

Exhausted and elated at the same time, you leaned onto Peter’s shoulder and quietly murmured,

“You love me ?”

“I do.” He took your intertwined hands and kissed your knuckles. “And here I thought I did a terrible job at hiding it.” The usual adoring smile had made its way back on his face.

“You’re a lot better than you think you are.” You added sheepishly, quoting his earlier statement. You turned your head that was still resting on his shoulder and placed a kiss there. “And I’d say you have more than a chance at being loved by me Pete.”

And he was right, it did feel like an endless sunset at his favourite place.

#andrew garfield imagine #tasm!peter fluff #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker imagine #andrew Garfield imagines #tasm!peter one shot

[phantomrose96]

Hey I really hope I'm not bugging you! I'm just not 100% who to ask and I remember you saying at some point that you're a programmer? I have some experience from school (Matlab, mostly) and self taught html/css, but I wanted to start learning python and like... All of the tutorials assume I know a bunch of high level terms and how they work and like? I do not know these things so I'm feeling really lost? I was wondering if you knew any sites or anything that explain like the very fundamentals of back-end coding well because obviously Im not as prepared as I thought I was 😭😭 thank you!!

Okay, so! I don't exactly have any one exact resource to give you (if anyone else does, feel free to link them) but here's my take: you're probably better off looking into more generic "intro to programming" material rather than specifically "intro to python" material.

And I don't mean that as a bad thing!! It's just that experience with Matlab and html/css very likely doesn't contain a number of the core fundamentals, and that's why you're feeling lost.

When I took engineering classes that used Matlab, oftentimes Matlab was used moreso as a glorified calculator than as a programming language. A lot stuff like - line 1: declare this array of data points, line 2: do this calculation on the data points, line 3: graph the result. Which is all well and good, but is pretty limited in teaching core ideas about programming.

As for html/css, they're definitely important for web development, and it's knowledge I use every day at my job, but they're not programming languages. HTML is a markup language, which allows you to structure a web page, and CSS allows you to apply styles (and frankly, knowing how to use class/id selectors, nth child stuff, etc etc in css deserves some programming recognition). But unless you've done a healthy amount of Javascript too along with the html/css, then that probably doesn't cover the fundamentals either.

Those intro to python courses you found might be geared toward people who already have experience with some language, and now want to learn python. If you try to find something that's focused on the basics of programming, and not the language, you'll probably get a bunch of those high level terms explained to you, rather than them being assumed knowledge.

#ask #laora-ryn

[petitelepus]

May I have some type of thing where Blackarachnia targets a Fem!Autobot where she wants to use them to feed or something (like in a Vampiric way somehow?) But some how it's ends up super romantic?

I hope this makes sense because I love the romanticsm of Vampires but imagine with Tfa Blackarachnia.

Usually, you wouldn't let your guard down like this and get caught by a Decepticon, but this Con is absolutely gorgeous. Her beauty actually took you off-guard and you got caught by this Dinobot called Swoop that apparently served the Spider Con.

After a short flight, you found yourself on Dinobot Island which the femme Decepticon had apparently made into her base.

She had you tied up good with this harder-than-steel web of hers and no matter how much you struggled, you couldn't move even your servo.

"My my, what a foolish little Autobot you are," The Decepticon laughed as she looked at your helpless form, "Haven't you heard not to let your guard down around the enemy?"

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked and she shrugged, "Due to my situation, I need to consume once consumed oil."

"But how do you- Ooh!" A lightbulb lit above your helm, "You're going to suck oil from my cables? Like a vampire?"

"That is the human term, but yes."

"What's your name?" You asked and she grinned, "You can call me Blackarachnia."

"Alright. That's a good name, but maybe a little long?"

"Are you trying to annoy me?" She asked and you shook your head, "No, but I could come up with better names suited for someone like you."

"Oh?" She totally expected you to come up with insults at her, "Let's hear them then."

"Well, you are very pretty so how does Beauty sound?" You asked and she blinked, "What?"

"I could call you mine, but I have a feeling that you prefer it if I called myself yours?"

"Are you making fun of me!?" She hissed, but you weren't scared.

"How about my Queen?" You smiled, "Doesn't every bug have their queen?"

"You're thinking of bees, you simpleton!"

"Oh, my bad!" You chuckled, "I'm still new to Earth's biology. You could still be my Queen?"

"Don't you understand that you are in danger!?"

"I know I'm only in danger if you suck too much oil." You said, "I should be fine if you don't drink too much?"

"What makes you think I would hold myself back?" She asked, "I haven't eaten for a quite while now and you look very biteable right now"

"Well, you could suck me dry, but wouldn't it be nicer to have me around telling you how pretty you are?"

"Are you trying to mock me!?"

"Never, that didn't even cross my mind!" You shook your helm, "I just would like to get to know my Queen and maybe help you?"

"Oh, and how a little Autobot like you could help me?"

"Well, you do need to drink oil so why not just use me again and again?" You grinned, "Also, I think of me as your prisoner or forced servant?"

"Hmp!" Blackarachnia scoffed as she thought about your words, "I guess I could keep you around as my little oil bank."

"Anything for you." You smiled as you showed your intake to her, "Are you going to bite me now?"

"You appear to be enjoying this too much..." The Decepticon femme thought out loud and you chuckled, "Well, I do wanna help you!"

"You're a little freak, aren't you?"

"Yep!" You nodded eagerly, "I've heard it's charming!"

"Just shut up and let me bite you."

"Yes, my Queen!"

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa #blackarachnia #reader #reader insert #anon #halloween request #Blackarachnia is pretty Tsunderish #And Reader is a little freak #ENJOY! #vampire

[kusagrasskusa]

Heyyy could i get some d'vorah x female reader hcs??? I love bug wife sm but theres no fanfiction abt her

Ahhh my gosh yes!!!! If I’m gonna be honest D’Vorah is my least favorite character of all Mortal Kombat characters, but that doesn’t mean I dislike her. Actually she’s pretty fucking epic and a cool character to write about. Tbh I’m really REALLY happy with this request since I’m also the type who simps over characters who aren’t popular enough to get a lot of fanfics about them if any XD

So thank you so very much!!!!! I hope this is to your liking! I kinda suck at hc since I alway add story so if I don’t do enough of hcs, lemme know so I can make a part two!!

And also, I’m gonna be posting a really sad request later today… I had to step back from that because it broke my heart 😭 So if ya’ll like Raiden.. stay tuned ;)

This was made by Fezat1 on Deviantart :)

D’Vorah (bug wife) X Female! Reader - Headcannons

So let’s say lovely, beautiful Y/N is um A fugitive

But on her way to escaping her prison, she got hungry and ate some berries out of desperation. Of course she wasn’t as desperate as she was whenever she was trying to escape from a giant fucking web in the middle of Outworld.

But whenever the Queen D’Vorah discovered the girl, my my.. She was so cute! Pulling on the web, crying, begging for dear life 🥰🥰❤️ Why, it made the queen almost not wanna kill her! But instead to savor each drop of blood she tastes because it’s not very often you see someone as cute as this one

Oh but in the end… She couldn’t even do that. Something compelled her to free you, but in return.. You must “stay” for a “little bit” which this sexy bug mama deserved, right?

I feel like D’Vorah wouldn’t be very good at showing expression. Bugs don’t mate for life save for cockroaches and termites, and so her need to stay with you feels more like a need the way food is a need, rather than as love. But of course that’s just the way her bug mind interprets it because whenever a bug bite you and you had a bad reaction, her way expression love was by killing it

I think it’s safe to say you’d never had lice or ticks or anything again. Weird

A lot of people around the world don’t eat bugs or scorpions or anything (me neither cause f that) but you gotta get used to it sometimes. Maybe even road kill or something like that. Idk but whenever you were so disgusted you figured you’d put your culinary skills to the test… Bug wife decided you’re gonna have your own role in the colony. To cook.

D’Vorah would 1000%% use her back things for cuddles. Imagine you guys argue and are avoiding each other, but during bed time, she just like… Slips one of those things around you. Don’t say shit or else she’s taking it away and sleeping with the larva instead.

Tbh, without making this NSFW, I feel like D’Vorah would be SO PROUD to show off her body. She already does all the way anyways and don’t expect her to cover up. Girl knows she got them curves and muscles to show

She would love to play with your curves too! Like trace them with her finger, even if not in a NSFW way, just because she appreciates a feminine body. She’d look at your eyelashes, curves, chest, legs and everything that makes you a woman with so much appreciation.

If your not a curvey or thicc queen, guess what? Your a sticc queen in her eyes, love. Too bad so sad! She’d still be as touchy regardless because you know what? Those features are what makes her yours, and you hers ❤️

She’d be very protective over you…….. unless

If she finds out you’re hanging upside down, slowly being swallowed up by a giant unearthly worm, imagine her being like, “Aww, hehe, this one is not food even if she looks so delicious”

Let Erron Black eye you for literally 2 seconds. You might not even notice but your warrior wife is gonna be by your side, glaring at the gunslinger. Let that self-serving leech talk to you, and I promise it’ll be his last conversation ever (aside from a “I’m sorry”)

She would be so touchy. I mean, the bugs all crawl on each other and stuff so if you don’t like touchy, you’ll have to deal with him.

You use her back things as a carrier sometimes

Kisses with her are Cute.

Imagine you one day just lean down and are like “Mwa!” She just looks up at you with an unchanged face in absolute confusion

And so you’ll tease her with it pretty often. Like just random, jump scare kisses to the cheek or forehead or lips

D’Vorah tries to jump scare kiss you back but her lips don’t know what the fuck they are ding the first like 3839749837 times

or not until you grab her wrist and counter attack kiss her back before her mind can even register what happens

She loves her kisses 🥰

Sleepy time, imagine both her arms around you, one leg on top of you, her head on you, and her other leg on your side. She is the embodiment of a ‘cuddle bug’

“Babe, I’m gonna teach you to say ‘I love you’” “This one does not feel love. But this one feels like it would be too evil to feast upon your flesh and blood” “…you’re getting better at it!!!!!”

I love you is the toughest thing to her. Like her body will physically not form the words. Her brain will not form the words. But guess what? Whenever you say it without getting a response back, she feels so happy you have no idea

Being new to the whole mating for life thing (though she would just call it “long term attraction”) means it’ll be hard for her to understand some relationship normalities. Whenever she threatens to consume you or spit acid at you, you just grab her hand softly and watch as her face changed. How it calms down instantly and her body untended. How her face looks so innocent like a lost puppy.

“Now you shut up,” you say, smiling stupidly knowing you just made her thunderstorm of anger turn into a hurricane

She is cold blooded so lemme tell you.. You being hot under the Outworld sun is PERFECT. Your body is just 100 degrees but imagine that being like how clothes feel after they get out of the dryer to her. She LOVES IT

If you wear soft or puffy clothes, maybe yarn, you become so so soft to her! She might nibble on the wool sometimes but she knows you love how cute she can look

She’ll play with your hair pretty often for a past time

She’ll let you ride on her sometimes- just don’t move too much

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #reader insert #mk x reader #mk10 #mortal kombat x #mk mortal kombat #d’vorah #dvorah #d’vorah x reader #mkx mortal kombat x #mortal kombat xl #mortal kombat D’Vorah #MK d’vorah #d’vorah x you #d’vorah x Y/N #thank you for the request! #i love you all #I really do :)

[misspearly1]

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8 || Chp9 || 

Pairing: Werewolf!Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Summary: Looking back on how your life has turned out this far, you often wonder if you got more than you bargained for when finally finding your safe haven within the walls of Jackson. They have it all; food, shelter and electricity, but what else did you come to discover that lives within this thriving community? And how did that discovery change your life?

WC: 16.3k

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI. Enemies to lovers. A little bit of angst. Mentions of Anxiety. A little bit of violence (Reader and Joel get mad at someone). Lots of sexual tension and teasing. Smut. Foreplay. Unprotected PIV. (Stay safe ya'll). If I have missed anything in the warnings, do please call it out for me my loves.

AN: Okay my loves, this is a big chapter lmao. There’s a lot of fiction here and some backstories to characters. Some things have came from the web, TV shows/Movies I have watched, and there are some things that I just made up myself. I hope you enjoy darlings. I don't think the next chapter will be as big. (This chapter was hard to post, tumblr kept bugging out on me 😭)

The moon up above lights your way ahead as the trees whisper a direction for you to follow. 

There’s a light breeze amongst the snowy surroundings you find yourself in, but your intuition is blowing a gale. Weirdly, you do not feel lost. You feel like you’re on the right path, listening to the whispering winds and letting your gut instincts guide the way.

You shouldn’t even be out here to begin with, but Joel drove you out here. His stupid accusations drove you out of Jackson and now your boots crunch their way through the sea of snow, searching for something. 

You don’t even know what you’re looking for, but anything is better than taking the spotlight of Jackson’s traitor. You couldn’t stand being there for a second longer and acted in the heat of the moment to leave. It’s for the best anyways.

Bringing a hand up to your chest with a wince, the tightness was fading now but the fact it was still there proves just how hurt you are from what the townsfolk said about you. 

Their voices linger like a dark cloud hanging above your head. ‘You’re one of them’, ‘your people killed our people’, ‘Jackson doesn’t welcome you’ and lastly, but most painfully, ‘you caused this’ - that one came from Jake, it hurt the moment he said it and it still hurts now like an open wound. 

It hurts because you actually believe that it’s true. It can’t be a coincidence that the very same group of bandits that chased you through the forest showed up at Jacksons gates one month later and breached the walls. They followed you and tore the chance of safe haven from your grasp. You were just starting to settle, people of Jackson were warming up to you, but now they all see you as a traitor. 

Halting your walk to ease the burn in your calves, you also needed a moment to breathe through those arising feelings of a panic attack. It wasn’t as powerful as the one you had two hours ago in the streets of Jackson, but you could feel it coming and you wanted to stop it beforehand.

The stress and anxiety around the situation still remains and you need to rid your mind of all bad energy. You need to stay focused on your path, which right now is showing a trail in the snow. Your gut was telling you to follow the trail, so you did.

Even though the snow is heavier here, it’s effective with reflecting the light in all directions, therefore lighting the way through perfectly at this time of night. There was an obstruction up ahead, just barely visible as it peeks between the tree and the closer you got, the more details you could make out.

It was a building, the backside of a building. The snow was covering the windows so you weren’t able to look inside, but after placing a hand to the wall and walking around till you found the entrance, your mouth fell open with surprise. 

Library. You found the library. 

A mountain of snow covering the entrance hid the sign, but you saw it as clear as day. This is the library - Eugene's outpost. That would mean you’re on the creek trails and there’s a ski lodge around here somewhere, you remember reading about it on the notice board yesterday.

Turning slowly on the spot, you looked around to access the surroundings and saw that the path continues through the trees with what looks like a main road at the end. You squint your eyes to focus on the objects in the distance. It looked like cars. Snow covered cars dotted here and there in the middle of a snowfield. 

There might be a town nearby to tell you where you are, but first things first is checking out Eugene's hideout. Intuition brought you here for a reason and curiosity to know why made you turn around and approach the entrance.

There’s no way Eugene is regularly using this outpost, you have to climb over the little bank of snow to reach the doors and they were cracked open enough for you to slip through, but certainly not enough for a man of Eugene’s size. 

You could just leave this place and move on, you’ve left Jackson and your investigations are obviously over with, but something drew you here and that’s got to mean something. Walking through a white blanket of snow with any direction to walk towards and you just miraculously stumble upon the library? That isn't a coincidence. That’s a sign. 

A sign sent from who? You wonder while walking through the library and still letting your intuition guide you. Walking past a chained door that was covered on the other side, you stop at a copier room at the back of the building and look through the window to see another door leading somewhere else.

You had a choice here: leave and forget about ever finding this place or smash the window and give in to what your gut is screaming at you to do. A break lay on the floor by your feet and that was just another sign you followed.

Picking it up and throwing it, the glass shattered and you climbed through to the other side. Then you walk towards that door that leads to the unknown, but stop to look at a little pendant hanging from a board on the wall. ‘Eugene Linden. 000314’ is what the engraved markings read, it’s a firefly pendant, shedding a little more light on who Eugene is or was. 

Reaching for the handle, you push through to the other room and immediately take note of how it’s just another section to the library. A kids area with toys and books. Ok…Don’t give up just yet. Your brows furrow with determination as you take a step inside. Walking past the pile of dusty toys and books, you round the corner and see a bed beside another small room. The door was covered and chained from the other side. 

“This is what Eugene’s hiding?” You sigh, scratching your head. It’s just an outpost, nothing special. A bed against the wall, a couple cabinets, a small table with a portable cooker on the top and clothes in the corner, and they were definitely Eugene’s clothes. You could tell. 

In the last two hours you have led yourself to believe that you’re on the right path walking through the woods and have found the library for a reason, but there’s nothing here. It only looks like a place for Eugene to rest. It looks like that. Perching your hands to your hips in thought, you wondered if this was just a front for something else and walked into that little room with the chained door. 

There was a small weapons station and a generator. There’s cables running through this room and into the next, with multiple lamps sitting around and a mini fridge. Suppose that’s what the genny is for?

Reaching for the chain, you figured there couldn’t be any harm in using this outpost for an hour or two before moving on. A little rest, some food and drink then you’ll move on through the trail in hopes of finding a town, maybe even the ski-lodge in case there is anything there worth checking. 

You’re quite disappointed that there wasn’t anything here, you thought Eugene was hiding something for sure but it doesn’t matter anyways because you’re not hunting the identity of the werewolf anymore. You left Jackson and all of that behind.

After getting the generator up and running, you walked back into the room where the bed was and tilted your head with a confused expression to your face. The floor lit up. Light was shining through the gaps in the wood. 

Standing above it and kneeling down slightly to look inside, three prominent colours peeked through the gaps. White, blue and yellow. That’s a basement and there’s something down there, it looks like plants of some kind. Focusing on all of the cables that ran along the floor, you could see some of them splitting off to different sources but a double cable zip tied together ran along the floor towards the entrance you came in from. 

You followed the wires, expecting it to lead you back into the copier room but you were wrong. It leads towards a bookcase in a dark corner. It’s very easy to miss, you completely overlooked it when you first entered but now the light glares through from the other side, lighting it up clearly for you to see now. It’s a trap door - a secret entrance. 

After noticing the markings on the floor - another thing you missed - you walked towards the bookcase and held onto the side to slide it open, however it was harder than you thought it would be and you struggled. Grunting and huffing as you tried with all your might to get it open, it still wasn’t budging, so you place your back to the wall and bring a foot up instead. 

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth through the strain you were putting on your ankle, yet it still wouldn’t move. Dropping your foot with defeat, you sighed with exhaustion and started looking at the books instead.

One of them could be hiding a switch. You thought while rummaging through the shelves, however the quiet sound of a floorboard creaking behind you immediately put you on high alert and you turned quickly to throw a book at whatever it was. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” You cringe, pulling your hands over your mouth. The book smacked Tommy in the face, even though he didn’t flinch or stumble back at all from the contact, you still felt bad for doing that to him. “Um… Why are you here?” You ask, wondering how he even found you to begin with. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” Sighing a chuckle, he smiles a genuine smile, although his eyes scream sorrow, then Tommy clears his throat with a soft shake of his head. “I came looking for you, to bring you back, Y/N.” What? Why would he do that? I can’t go back there. “I can’t force you to come home sweetheart, but I want you to know that there’s always a place for you in Jackson - always, no matter what.” 

“Your people hate me, Tommy.” You retort, dropping your gaze to hide how much pain those words brought you. “Two, maybe three people in Jackson actually took the time to get to know me and see that I am not a threat to them, but the whole town hates me. Why would I go back to that?” 

“Because they don’t hate you.” He takes a careful step closer, not wanting to make you feel any more uncomfortable than you already were. “What they said about you came from fear. They didn’t mean it and you have more than three people who care about you, sweetheart. I’m here aren’t I? I care about you.” 

“Jake…” You shake your head, gulping back the lump in your throat. “Your wife, your brother, that group who circled me and blamed me for what those bandits did. They all hate me. Everyone heard the things they said and you think I’m going to be welcomed back with open arms? I won’t be. People will talk, they’ll stare and judge Tommy. All I want is a place to call home.” 

“Jackson is your home.” Tommy takes another step closer. Standing right before you now, he carefully places a finger under your chin and lifts your head to look at him. “Me an’ Joel have a lot of explaining to do. What he caused with those rumours isn’t forgivable and I understand if you don’t ever want to come back to Jackson because of it, but could you find somewhere in your heart to give me a chance to explain?” 

You furrow your brows with both intrigue and confusion, but before you could ask any of the sudden questions you now have, Tommy moves closer and reaches for something behind you. “I want to show you something.” He says, slipping his fingers behind the bookshelf and unlocking the door before pulling back to look at you. “I’ll explain everything, answer any questions you have and you can decide if you want to come back to Jackson or not, deal?” 

Nodding to him, you understand what Tommy is about to do and it’s something you’ve been wanting to know for the last month. The werewolf. He’s going to show you what’s in this basement and share everything he knows.

“What about Joel?” You ask out of a sudden thought crossing your mind. “Does he know you’re showing me this? His rumours are the reason I’m out here anyways, it could have been avoided if he just told me about the werewolf.” 

“I know.” He nods, expressing a remorseful smile. “I don’t like people knowing about it, my brother is just trying to protect us.” 

Mouth slowly falling open, a thousand thoughts rush through your head as Tommy opens the bookshelf for you then steps back to pull a rag over his mouth and nose. “I can’t go inside. Wolfsbane is what’s down there, Y/N -” He avoids looking into your eyes, shaking his head. “-It will kill me if I go down there, I can’t go with you.” 

“Oh my God.” You gasp. Not knowing what thing to focus on first, the fact that you can smell the aromas coming upstairs, spicy and sweet, described just like wolfsbane, or the fact that Tommy is the werewolf. Your mind entered an overwhelming state of confusion and disbelief. You didn’t think he was the werewolf, your suspicions landed on Eugene and you directed all of your attention on him. 

The sound of Tommy's choking coughs snap you out of it and you ask with worry. “Is this stuff harming you? Should we move?” 

“I should move but you can go look if you wa-” The man couldn’t even finish his sentence as you close the bookshelf and wrap an arm around his bicep. Walking into the copier room and closing the door, Tommy sat down on a chair underneath an open window and removed the rag to breath in the fresh air. 

“Tommy, start talking.” You take a seat also, holding your hands to each side of your face, still in utter shock and disbelief. “I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t plan on hurting you either. I only ever wanted the truth…” Breathing a sigh, you lower your hands and shake your head. “A-are you really saying you’re the werewolf? You’re not lying to me… All this time, it was you?”

He nods, watching your brows furrow and lips move like you’re about to ask a million questions, but you couldn’t manage to spill a single one as you processed what he’s saying. A thought crosses his mind and he acts on it, in hopes of showing you the truth.

Holding your eye contact, Tommy’s eyes begin to glow and he watches your expression soften. Two soul penetrating hazel brown eyes, glowing like gold. You’ll never forget the eyes of the werewolf. The werewolf that saved your life. 

“It was you…” You whisper, lips trembling. “You saved me from the bandits and brought me to the wall for Joel to find me.”

“Um, not quite.” Tommy shakes his head, eyes returning to normal after he blinks. “Joel was there too, but you either don’t remember or you didn’t see him.” Your expression conveys your lack of remembrance and Tommy doesn’t waste a second to explain. “My brother got there before me, sweetheart. He’s a lot faster than me, and a lot stronger too.” 

“Wait-wait-wait..” Holding up a hand, you were growing more disoriented by the second, learning an overwhelming amount of information. “What exactly are you saying Tommy? Joel was there too, he’s a lot stronger and faster than you? What do you mean?” 

“He means I was there.” Joel answers, his voice vibrating through your body as he moves to stand in the doorway leading into the copier room. “I heard you whimpering as you ran. I could even hear your heartbeat, Y/N. It was pumping out of your chest.” Joel looks at his brother briefly before looking back at you. He even smirks a little at the way your eyes were popping out the sockets. “I got there before my brother did because I’m stronger and faster.”

“Holy shit…Your eyes.” You gasp for a second time in the space of five minutes. Joel’s eyes were glowing red. Like two rings of fire burning into your soul, they were beautiful yet terrifying at the same time, and he found it amusing when confirming your thoughts out loud. “Me and Tommy are werewolves Y/N. Both of us were there that night. My brother brought you back to Jackson while…. While I took care of those assholes who chased you.” 

“W-why...Jesus why lie?” You raise your voice, feeling like an idiot. “And what about Eugene?! Is he a werewolf too?” 

Both Joel and Tommy chuckle at that remark, but the younger Miller stops immediately after seeing the look on your face. “No, it’s just us as far as we know, but Eugene knows about us.” 

“But you let me spend this last month thinking I am crazy!” You snap, pushing your chair back as you stand. “I get it. It’s a secret you don’t want people knowing about, but you!” You point an accusatory finger at Joel. “You have stopped at nothing to gaslight me into thinking that what I saw wasn’t real.”

Turning to Tommy as he tried to intervene and calm you down, you pointed at him too. “And you’re no better! You could have told me. I just wanted to know that it was actually a werewolf that saved my life and it wasn’t all a fucking dream that I made up to deal with the trauma - excuse me for dealing with a near death experience like a normal human being while you two think it’s funny!” 

Blowing past Joel, you exit the room and make your way towards the exit. Tommy moves off his seat to follow you, but Joel holds his hand out and shakes his head, stopping him. “No, this is on me brother, I should fix this.”

“Joel.” Tommy calls after his brother, then sits back down with a pessimistic sigh. “She hates your fucking guts right now.” 

Tommy uses his abilities to listen to his brother breaking out into a light jog, chasing after you out of the library. He could hear two sets of boots crunching in the snow, then the sound of your sniffles as fought back the tears when arguing with Joel.

Your emotions were powerful, Tommy took note of that the moment he met you that night in the forest. He feels everything you feel. The man didn’t have to focus on the conversation between you and his brother to know what’s going on out there, just focusing on the powerful emotions you were emitting told him enough. 

You are hurt and angry, hesitant. You feel lost, unsure if you should trust Joel because the next emotion Tommy feels is… lust? It’s very brief, like a flickering light in a blanket of fog, but it was there for a second and gone in the next. Tommy felt it and as soon as he did, he blocked everything out as you talked to Joel. 

“Just leave me alone, I don’t want to listen to your useless apologies.” Ending the argument, you turn to walk away but Joel grabs your hand and pulls you back to him. He was holding you so close that your breasts pushed up against his chest as he shook his head. “Well that’s too bad because you’re gonna listen to my apology anyway - I am sorry for what I did to you.” 

“Like I said, it’s useless.” You shrug, trying with everything you’ve got to hide how you really feel to a werewolf that can fucking sense it. He can feel what you feel, you know he does but instead of smirking like the usual big-headed asshole that he is, Joel only nods in agreement. “I know. I just wanted you to know that it was never my intention to get the town to turn on you like they did. I may have fucked up my chances with you and I can live with that, but don’t leave your home because of me, Y/N.” 

“Your chances?” Scoffing, you shake your head slowly at him. “What chances, Joel? There wasn’t any to begin with. You made it very clear how much you didn’t like me when we first met in the clinic and therefore I do not like you either.” 

“Darlin’ don’t lie to yourself, I am a werewolf.” He smiles briefly, then looks down to your lips, holds his gaze there for a moment then looks back into your eyes. “You know how powerful your emotions are? It’s more than the average person let me tell yer.” Joel chuckles dryly, rolling his lips together. “There’s been a moment once or twice now where I could have kissed you, fully knowing you would have liked it but… I’d much prefer you to kiss me instead, in your own time when you’re ready.” 

“Um-hum.” You agree to disagree with what he is saying. There has been a moment where you wanted to kiss Joel, but right now? Now isn’t the time - you’re still too upset with him over the things he has done.

Pulling away from his grasp, he lets you go and you continue your walk along the trail. You want to forgive him, but you’re not quite ready to just yet. Time is needed for you to get over it and process everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours.

“Go get Tommy, we’re leaving.” You yell over your shoulder, hugging your jacket to stay warm. “I don’t know how to get back to Jackson on my own.” 

You may be upset right now with the Millers, more with Joel than anyone else, but going back to your home in Jackson sounds like a great idea. Werewolves are real, two of them saved you from death and you did find a safe haven after spending a long time searching for it. None of it was a dream - all of it was real and you can finally let it rest now that you know the truth. That’s all you wanted, the truth. 

Walking to the end of the trail, you waited for Joel and Tommy to catch up as the direction to go in next was lost on you. Left, right, or straight ahead were the options and you looked at all three, wondering if that intuition you had early could take a guess for you. Going straight ahead felt right for some reason, you don’t know why of course, but something felt right with that direction. 

You turn to check on the men upon hearing their boots wading through the snow, but tilt your head in wonder as to why on earth Tommy was walking by himself with clothes in his hand. Where is Joel? You wonder. 

I’m right behind you, but don’t freak out when you see me…please.

Shrieking, you stiffen like a rod with the presence behind you, it was casting a shadow in the snow in front of you, but what is most surprising is the sound of Joel’s voice that didn’t enter your ears. It came through your mind.

Tommy approaches as you still stand on the spot, apparently frozen in place, and he chuckles warmly. “Don’t be so afraid, girl. I know we look scary as wolves, but Joel looks like a cute cuddly dog, I promise.” 

Joel growls with that comment from his brother and you feel it blow across your back. It makes you gasp, but your eyes remain glued to Tommy’s face, more particularly at the way he tilts his head back to look at his brother behind you. How fucking big is he? You wonder again, completely forgetting that they both can hear your thoughts. Tommy laughs again and his eyes lower, then he then looks at you. “Turn around and you’ll see for yourself.” 

“You and your brother are not normal people, and that’s not even including the fact you’re werewolves.” You jibe out of nervousness, turning around reluctantly, the first thing that came into view was black fur. It was so dark, like the infinite darkness of the night sky up above. Joel’s fur shone bright like a star against the white snow all around him, it was soft and fluffy. Then you looked at his face - the face of a wolf. 

He was laying down on the floor, hiding his true size but his head was large and his ears too, they were pointing upwards as he looked up at you. Strands of greying fur around the eyes and mouth, with a big shiny snout, it was bizarre to look at an animal that is so expressive and beautiful, yet equally terrifying at the same time.

And it’s even more bizarre that this animal is Joel. He looks magnificent, magical. And his eyes were most extraordinary. Bright neon red with an expanded black pupil in the middle, they were mesmerizing to look at, like they were sucking you into a comfortable trance. 

If it wasn’t the warm cloud of air exhaling from his nose, you wouldn’t think he was real. Still looking up at you as you stare with fascination, Joel doesn’t blink or move a muscle, he just remains as still as a statue until your heart settles back to a normal beat. I ain’t that terrifying, am I? He asks, unintentionally startling you as you jolt with surprise. 

“Stop that.” You retort, looking between Joel and Tommy. “Don’t read my mind and stop talking to me telepathically, it’s freaky.” 

“As you wish.” Tommy holds a hand over his heart, pledging his promise and when you look back down to Joel, he winks, the action bringing a small smile on your lips, however you digress with the last issue at hand. “Okay so this is what you look like as a werewolf laying down, but… How tall are you? Tommy was damn near looking at a giant behind me just a moment ago.” 

Now Joel finally moves, starting by bringing his two paws out just in front of your feet, which were abnormally large, and very slowly stands up. Your neck cranes backwards and your eyes widen with shock. Eight foot tall easily, maybe even nine.

It was incredible how tall he is as a wolf. You felt puny and small compared to him and it really made you realize how weak you are. It’s a good thing you never wanted to hurt the werewolves and start a war because it’s a war that you’d surely lose.

“Thank you.” You blurt out, looking into Joel’s red eyes then over to Tommy’s normal, human eyes. “Thank you for saving my life and thank you for telling me the truth about you both. I’ll keep your secret, but Joel-” You look back at him, holding his eye contact with a serious tone of voice. “-The next person that comes along who knows about a werewolf in Jackson, don’t make the same mistake twice. Make up a believable lie or tell them the truth, but don’t ever do that shit again. You hear me?” 

Bowing his head slowly with closed eyes, he whispers ‘loud and clear darlin’, before lifting his head again and turning around to lead the way home which was surprisingly straight ahead. You were right earlier about which direction to take. I have a good sense of direction. You thought, and forgot for a third time that the men can hear you, though they didn’t really show any interest. 

You feel more at ease now accepting the brothers and their supernatural abilities, but it makes you wonder if they have ever listened to you before. You have a lot of conversations in your head and have said some things about Joel before too.

He probably did listen to my thoughts, and most likely is now. You narrow your eyes, watching Joel like a hawk for any tell-tale signs that give himself away; however he gave none and still showed no interest in what you were thinking, but that didn’t convince you at all and you wanted to test it again, just for your own amusement. 

Tommy is the better werewolf and I bet he is stronger too. You think with a smirk on your lips, yet there still was no reaction from Joel. Wow, his fur is grey in a lot of places. I guess his age shows through the wolf side of him too. Poor old dog. Still no interest or reaction, but you stifle a giggle from all the enjoyment you’re getting out of this. If Joel is listening, you know that he is biting his tongue to stop himself from replying to you. 

A cold breeze puts a stop to your games as you shiver and hug your jacket again. It’s well after midnight by now and you have another two hours to go before reaching the gates of Jackson. Laying in a warm bed buried beneath two blankets sounds perfect right now and you wished you could get there quicker. 

“Y/N.” Tommy calls your name and you look over to see him shaking off his jacket. “Here, take this.” You tried to protest, worrying that he is going to be cold but he reminded you that he is a werewolf that is constantly running a high temperature. “We can handle the cold, don’t worry.” 

Nodding, you close your eyes briefly to relish in the heat of his jacket. It felt like it had just come out of the dryer and it stayed like that for a while too. For a moment you started to work up a sweat, but as his warmth faded from the fabric and the cold started to work its way back, you were satisfied with the temperature that wearing two jackets brought, keeping you nice and cosy.

As the first hour passes, you yawn excessively with exhaustion setting in your bones and that apparently was enough for Joel to take action. He stopped walking and leaned down to bite the back of your jacket gently before lifting you off the ground to put you on his back.

Kicking and complaining the whole time he did this, his next words silenced your grumbling. You need to rest, Y/N and besides, this poor old dog can manage carrying you home. 

Oh, so you were listening… You smile bashfully, shaking your head. The offer to carry you home was nice, although it felt a little funny to be on the back of a wolf, as if you were riding a horse, but it’s a lot bigger, warmer and fluffier. Looking down to Tommy, you wanted to see how high up you are, but were surprised to see that he wasn’t there. 

A branch snapping behind you catches your attention and you turn to see him coming out of the trees - as a wolf, carrying two sets of clothes with his teeth. The sight of him walking alongside Joel really emphasized the size difference. Tommy is a big wolf too, but Joel is much bigger. 

“So, is it the older you are the bigger the wolf you are?” You giggle, watching the way Joel and Tommy glance at each other and roll their eyes. They didn’t answer which only fuels you to make another remark, though this time you moved closer to Joel’s ears to ask. “Or does it go by how much of an asshole you are?”

Ha ha, very funny, Joel fake chuckles then warns, hold on tight darlin’. 

Gripping his fur just in time, he starts running alongside Tommy and you gasp with a rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins. The speed was phenomenal. The trees were blurry as they passed you, like you were going fifty miles per hour in a car down the highway. It was exciting and a little frightening too. 

On a hot summer’s day you probably would enjoy this as the breeze blows through your hair with the sun beating down on your skin, but right now it’s just making you colder. Joel didn’t need to read your thoughts or wait for you to ask, he could feel all the emotions you were feeling and slowed back down to a comfortable pace again. 

If anyone were to be out in this neck of the woods at this time of night - which isn’t uncommon nowadays - then they would be in for quite the surprise seeing two werewolves with a small human riding on the back of one of them.

The image surely looks weird, and it feels weird too but it’s starting to grow on you. Joel is soft and comfy, prompting you to run an explorative hand through the fur on the back of his neck. You just wanted to see what it feels like and it was a nice sensation on your fingers. And Joel liked it too. 

You could tell he liked it from the way he tilted his head slightly, as if leaning into your touch, and from the low humming growl emitting through his body beneath you. Then, the man took it upon himself to tell you how much he likes it. Keep doing that, darlin’, he says, making you blush as you scratch his neck for a couple seconds then pull your hand back. 

On your right, Tommy was looking at you with an expression you can only describe as smirking. Eyes narrowed with the corner of his lip pulled back into a smile, he huffs dryly and looks ahead again. It was just a scratch, you have hardly forgiven Joel yet, and are making the most of teasing him wherever you can.  

Time flew by much quicker with the help of Joel carrying you home and before you knew it, he and Tommy stopped just before the treeline outside of Jackson. We’re here, hang on and let me help you get down. Says Joel as he slowly lays down to the floor so you can jump off without breaking your ankles. Once your feet hit the snowy ground below, both of them went off into the trees then shrunk down to their regular human forms and got dressed. 

Seeing Joel and Tommy’s faces brought a familiar and comforting sensation. Their wolf sides were interesting to see, but their human forms are what you’re used to. Together, you three emerge from the treeline and walk across the field towards the gates of Jackson and when the doors open, you are met with a commotion of worry and joy. 

It was a crowd of people, at least twenty, all bombarding you with questions regarding your safety and if you were okay. A welcome back party that you didn’t expect, but greatly appreciated. Amongst the crowd of course was Melinda and she pushed way to the front to grab you by the arms then pull you in for a tight hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She whispers into your hair, squeezing the air out of your lungs. “I’ve been so worried about you.” 

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Apologizing as she pulls back, she brushes the hair away from your eyes to look at you. The woman smiles then scrunches her nose as she shakes her head. “I forgive you. So long as you’re home safe and you’re staying here.” 

“I am.” You nod, moving in to hug her again. Over her shoulder stood Tracy and Jack, both expressing an empathetic smile. “Glad to have you back.” Jack says, with Tracy adding to that. “How on earth did you not freeze to death out there? You must be so cold.”

Explaining everything that happened to Mel, Jack and Tracy, you left out all of the details about Joel and Tommy being werewolves of course, and they in turn explained what happened in Jackson after you left.

Maria gathered everyone into the church and shared that two people had died from the raid. Martha and David, an elderly couple who didn’t make it to their basement in time when the alarm was sounded, they unfortunately died at the hands of the bandits and a funeral is being held for them tomorrow. 

You expected bad news, but this is far worse than you imagined. It brought you a great deal of pain knowing that two innocent people lost their lives. And you couldn’t stop the guilt either. The bandits followed you here and you lowered your head in shame, however Mel placed her thumb and forefinger to your chin, lifting your head back up. “This - is not your fault, my darling girl. The bandits followed one of the patrollers home. You aren’t the reason for Martha and David’s death. The scum who raided our community are - not you, okay?” 

“Oh… That’s awful Mel.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Is the patroller okay? Has anyone spoken to them and told them that it’s not their fault either. I still feel so bad.” 

Mel cringes, as if she was reluctant to say what she really wants to say before a voice you recognise steps forth from the crowd. “It was me, the bandits followed me home.”

Jake - it was Jake who stepped forward. “I blamed you for this because I couldn’t handle the guilt, but I confessed as soon as I heard you left Jackson.” He apologizes, but unfortunately for him, you were too overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions to care - one of them being anger. 

Moving away from Mel’s arms, you couldn’t stop yourself from acting on your heat of the moment impulses as all you wanted to do was slap Jake across the face. That fucking asshole joined in on the crowd to blame you when he knew he was the one who led the bandits here!

Jake fanned the flames to the raging fire of blame people put on you just to save himself. You were furious and out of control, but seconds before you reached his position, a fist came out of nowhere on your right and punched Jake on his jaw. 

Joel was the one who delivered that punch and Jake fell right down on his ass, holding a hand to the already bruising skin, however Joel didn’t stop there. He knelt down to be at Jake's level before delivering some harsh words on your behalf. “Everybody makes mistakes son. I can forgive you for the bandits following you here, but putting the blame on her is spineless behaviour -” Joel leans in to whisper a threat. “-don’t ever go near Y/N again.” 

Some of the things Joel said was a tad too far compared to what you would have said, but Jake nods three times quickly then looks at you, still holding his jaw as he apologizes again. He then pulls himself off the ground and hastily walks through the crowd with two friends at his side, checking if he was okay.

You felt sorry for him after the humiliating treatment he had just received from Joel in front of a crowd of people, but you can’t deny that a small part of you found it so fucking sexy seeing Joel defend you like that. 

“Goddammit. Why did you do that?” The voice of reason sighs with frustration. Shaking his head with disapproval, Tommy walks over to his brother and mutters a few quiet words into his ear, no doubt reprimanding him for punching another resident in Jackson.

Joel nods to his brother then turns to walk away, and a little pang of sadness strikes you then as you wanted to speak to him, to thank him or maybe ask what he was thinking by doing that. 

I can still feel your emotions, you know. Joel says, bringing a small smile to your face. I’ll come see you later, we’ll talk then. 

Nodding, although he can’t even see you doing it, you turn to Tommy and ask what will happen now. “Will he get in trouble for that?” 

“I wish.” Tommy laughs, then shakes his head. “I told him to go fix his mistake. Maria has probably told that kid it isn’t his fault and now Joel has just made it his fault in front of everyone.” 

“Yeah, I see your dilemma.” Sighing, you scratch the back of your head looking for a way to help but nothing comes to mind and instead, you apologize for possibly making things worse than what they already were, however Tommy shushes you. “N-hm. None of that now, girl. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I told you when we first met, Joel just expects the worst in people these days.” 

“What you really mean to say is that he’s an asshole.” You retort with a laugh, to which Tommy nods in agreement and laughs too. “And that wasn’t the first time we met, remember?” Nudging his side, it was like a little inside joke you have now that you know about him being the werewolf that saved you. 

After saying your goodbyes to everyone, you started walking down the street to make your way home. Thankfully in the winter months, the sun doesn’t rise as early and you can have a lay in tomorrow without the disturbance of light blaring through your window. Mel ordered you to take the day off, which is funny because you’ve only worked there for three days now, but you accepted her order without any complaints nonetheless.

A day off sounds good, you have a lot of questions for Joel or Tommy about werewolves that you’d like to know about; too many to answer in a little chat with the older Miller before tucking in for the night, who was currently sitting on your porch steps waiting for you. 

“Hey.” You say before taking a seat beside him. 

“Hi darlin’.” Joel replies, playfully nudging his knee into yours, then the man sighs and turns to face you. “Go on, spit it all out. I know you’re dying to ask.” 

“I don’t know which one to ask first.” Shrugging, you turn to the side also and lean against the post on your railing. “Just… I don’t know, start from the beginning and tell me whatever. I’ll ask questions as they pop into my head.” 

“Does this mean I’m forgiven now?” Joel wrinkles his lips with raised brows, to which you quickly reply. “No. I still hate you.” 

“Alright, fair enough.” Joel chuckles and leans back to get comfy. You could have the best poker face in the world and be an expert liar, but no emotion or scent gets past the werewolf inside of him.

Things haven’t changed, he still doesn’t mind waiting for you to feel ready to kiss him. Your pace is best as he is already on a slippery slope with you at the moment. Scratching the back of his head as he thinks where he should start, he figures he should start from the beginning - his first shift. “Me and Tommy have the werewolf gene in our family, and he activated his gene first when he killed a man…” 

As he trails off with the events in his life, you sit quietly and learn through his way of telling a story that Joel and Tommy come from a long line of werewolves and the gene is activated when killing another human. His grandpa activated the gene in world war two and spent the rest of his life in a cabin up in the mountains, away from society and Joel’s father made his way through life and died at the age of seventy - without activating the gene, however with the world ending and the dead rose to life, the Miller brothers had been dealt a hand they never thought they would. The death of Joel’s daughter. 

Not only did you learn that Joel had a daughter before Ellie, you also learned that she died at the hands of a Fedra Officer who followed his orders to kill. Tommy shot that man to save Joel from death and therefore activated the werewolf gene. A question did pop into your mind, but you held off asking it out of respect. The way Joel’s voice shook as he shared that time of his life with you, withheld you from the urge to know her name. You didn’t want to focus on the subject around his daughter as he moved on from it to explain how he activated the gene. 

“Two days after, I killed a man out of rage.” He lowers his head in shame. “The guy was trying to steal our stuff and I could have fought him off without hurting him, but…” Joel shrugs, avoiding your eye contact. “But I wanted to hurt him and I did… I just didn’t stop.” 

“I can understand why you did it, but I can never understand how it feels to lose what you’ve lost.” You say softly, reaching out for his hand to reassure him, which he took and returned a gentle squeeze, reassuring you that he is okay before pulling his hand back and moving on with the story again. The loss of his daughter is still sore to talk about, you can tell, and you won’t push him for answers. Joel can tell you in his own time. 

“So anyways.” Joel sighs, trying to remember where he left off. “Me and Tommy shifted for the first time that month with the rise of the full moon and it was… it was just awful. We were scared and confused, in a lot of pain and we had zero control over our bodies for the entire night. Full moons are always bad, even now we can’t control our shifts on those days of the month.” 

“Wow, really?” You ask and Joel nods in reply. “I’m sorry that you both have to go through with that each month. Is it still painful?” Joel nods again, but this time sharing when the next full moon is. “You won’t see me and Tommy on Thursday. We’ll be away from Jackson when the full moon rises on that night.” 

“Oh.” You sigh, understanding a little more just how bad it is for him. “Will you both be okay though?” 

“Look at you, worrying about me.” Joel chuckles, leaning in a little while briefly looking down to your lips. “Yeah. We’ll be okay darlin’, just got to get through the night then we’ll be back Friday morning.”

“That’s good - good to know.” You whisper, using a phrase Joel used on you once with a smirk on your lips as you move back. He was leaning in, sneakily trying to close the gap to kiss you. Thinking this was as good a time as any to cut the conversation and head to bed, you stood from the porch and said goodnight. “I still have questions, but I’m ready for my bed Joel.” 

“So…” He stands also, speaking with a teasing tone. “I’ll come back tomorrow? You know, to answer all those questions for you.” 

“Maybe, I don’t know yet.” Returning the playful tone, your answer is yes, you want to know more about him but teasing him for now is fun. “I’ll let you know tomorrow. If you knock and I don’t answer, then maybe another time.” 

Shaking his head at you as he laughs, he bites his lip and whispers seductively. “Babydoll you do understand that I not only feel your emotions but…” He leans in to whisper, “But I can smell your pheromones too. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow when I knock on your door.” 

The man pulls away from you and walks down the steps of your porch, leaving you breathless and shocked. You’re aroused right now, and Joel can apparently smell that. I wonder what else a werewolf can do? You think to yourself as you head inside your house, to which Joel replies. I’ll show you all the things I can do tomorrow. He chuckles sinisterly, making you shake your head at him. You liked it, but you won’t admit that yet, not until you’ve had your fill of being angry with him, however his next words made you gasp with shock. 

I can see your dreams if I want to darlin’. 

Blushing as you walk up the stairs into your bedroom, you climb in bed and close your eyes with a smile on your lips, wondering about all the abilities that Joel has. His ability to see your dreams is most interesting as the memory of the wet dream you had about him last night pops into your mind. You wonder if he saw that. Acting like you aren’t attracted to him obviously doesn’t work as he knows. The werewolf within knows how much you’re attracted to Joel. 

Is it so wrong to make him wait though? You’re not ready just to forgive and forget so easily. A large part of you wants to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours and his hands on your body, but another large part of you is still angry. It’s like you forget about all the things he has done when you’re in his presence and only the good parts remain. There’s a warm aura around Joel and you wrap yourself up in it whenever you're with him. You often forget that he is an asshole and have to remind yourself. You should hate him - but you don’t. 

You understand Joel. You understand the reasons for his actions a lot more now, even if he did make you upset and leave Jackson thinking that you’re not wanted here. But you are wanted here. This is your home. Everything feels so right. Laying in your bed right now after the conversation you’ve shared with Joel on your front porch, you feel right where you belong. It’s almost too right…. 

Like you’re here for a reason. 

The Next Day

Making the most of your day off today, you didn’t plan on spending all your time in bed and are almost at your destination five miles out of Jackson with Tommy. Joel is tagging along too, he and his brother are going to show you all there is to know about their werewolf capabilities. And in order to do that, they need to be out of Jackson away from the people. The secret must be protected. 

You have had some time to think about it, and it really makes you wonder why the Miller’s don’t just tell the community their secret. You believe everyone would have an open mind about it and come to accept their differences. They might be terrified at first - just like you were - but having two supernatural wolves protecting Jackson is a huge advantage in this world. 

Joel and Tommy are like two unsung heroes. No one knows what they really do to protect the people living here in the community, not even you know. You’ve only known about the werewolves for a month and don’t know the extent of what dangers the two brothers put themselves in front of to protect Jackson. However, today you might get to know a little more about what they do. 

The destination is the ski lodge way up in the mountains. The first stop where you all will take a break and feed the horses before moving on. Your questions couldn’t wait any longer and the first one was why. “Why are you taking me so far out?” You ask Tommy, then make a joke. “Did Joel convince you to leave me there to die?” 

Giggling to yourself as the men chuckle, Tommy shakes his head and answers your question. “There’s a spot we use up there, it’s remote and out of the way. We aren’t taking you there to leave you, but we could leave Joel there instead if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” You nod, giving Joel a sideways glance and the man looked at you unamused with your plans today. Joel thought he’d be coming over to your house, sharing all that he knows in the privacy of your living room, however your bright idea to invite Tommy on a trip beyond the walls drove a pin in his hopes to get a kiss from you. 

You know yourself that you will cave and kiss Joel if you and him stayed in your home, talking about everything. Getting out of the house and out of Jackson with Tommy helps keep your mind off thinking about how Joel’s lips feel on yours. You and Joel know you will end up kissing each other, and all he is waiting for now is a moment alone with you, but you’re not going to give it to him. Just to be the asshole for a change. 

“Up ahead gang, we’re almost there.” Tommy points a finger. Looking to where he was pointing, you saw the ski lodge at the top of the hill on the edge of the mountain. It doesn’t look high, but when you turn around and look behind you, a pit in your stomach weighs heavy with fear. 

“Scared of heights?” Joel asks rhetorically. Sensing your fear, he already knows what you’re feeling right now and looks behind him with a shake of his head. “Don’t think too much about the height. It’s got a nice view up there and you’ll like it darlin’, I promise.” 

“Thank you.” You smile briefly then urge your horse to trot faster. Joel’s intense lingering gaze was doing something to you and you needed to move on quickly before falling into a trance. Approaching the entrance of the ski lodge, you pass the lift on your right and look up with amazement in your eyes. You’ve never been to a ski lodge before or seen what the lifts look like. There were two empty glass carts sitting at the top with a strong cable leading down the mountain. 

The ski lodge itself had a lot of glass windows, therefore allowing a lot of natural light to spill inside and providing a beautiful three-sixty view of the surroundings. After bringing the horses inside the entrance, you walk through the doors and take a look around. Above your head just as you entered was a sign reading ‘Bison Trail Ski Lift’, to your left was a long counter top with signs up on the wall stating what food and beverage items they sold, and on the right was a souvenir stall, selling shirts. 

This place is out of commission of course, there’s no one around anymore to take your order and to buy the shirts from, but there was a sentiment of nostalgia around everything you looked at. You simply enjoyed envisioning what it would have looked like back in the day with people walking through here with mugs of hot cocoa in their hands, or lining up for the lift outside wearing their winter gear. An experience you never had twenty years ago, but enjoyed thinking about now. 

This place was beautiful and a perfect place to stop for a break. It may be out of commission, but it’s still in good use for you, Joel and Tommy. Continuing through the building, you walk down the steps into the seating area. It was a large space with multiple places for you to choose where to sit. A table with magazines on the top and a patterned rug underneath beside three sets of sofas sat in front of the window and it looked nice, however you wanted to move to the back of the room and get a better view. 

Walking past another bar where people used to buy drinks, there were lots of wooden tables with parasols in the middle across the floor, all kept neat and tidy, giving you the sense that this place has either been taken care of by Joel and Tommy, or it’s just never had any visitors in the last two decades. The place was dusty, but not dirty. 

After finding a nice set of tables and chairs by the window at the far back of the room, you leaned on the window ledge to look out and beyond. As far as the eye could see, you saw nothing but miles upon miles of nature in all of its glory. Trees overgrown after years of replenishment, though they’re covered in snow, you can see specks of green and brown peaking through.

The terrain is substantial, wide open valleys with a vast amount of space and in the distance there was Jackson sitting in the middle of it all. You could see the tall wooden walls surrounding the town. Even from way out here, it still looks like a little bustling city. 

“Told you it had a nice view.” You smile at the sound of Joel’s deep voice behind you. He pulls out a chair and takes a seat while you continue to gaze across the land before your eyes, humming in agreement with him. He was right to make that promise, you do like the view up here, even if the height is a little worrying. 

Holding back your reaction as two glowing eyes appear in the glass window, it was Joel’s reflection from behind you and it made you feel a certain way seeing it. He was leaning back into his chair to put himself in your view before making his eyes glow then slowly look down at your body.

When your eyes met in the reflection, you couldn’t stop the blush from burning your cheeks. The way he was looking at you was like a man starved and you were a meal, ready to be devoured. Joel crooks a brow, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip ever so slowly, still looking at you with glowing red eyes. 

“Tommy.” You smirk while calling his brother's name. “Are you coming to join us or what? I want to know why your eyes are different from Joel’s.” 

Turning around and looking at Joel, who now showed his human coloured eyes while shaking his head at you, Tommy makes his way over to join you both at the table with a large flask and three small cups. He unscrews the cap and pours out some coffee into each of them before leaning back into his chair. “I’m not too sure what exactly made his eyes change but it’s only when we’re together that they’re red.” 

“It’s because I’m the boss, little brother, that’s why.” Joel chuckles. Taking a cup from the table top and leaning back into his chair also. After sharing a brief laugh with them both about that comment then taking a sip of your coffee, you lower the cup to ask. “What do you mean when you’re together? Haven’t you always been together?” 

Both men shake their heads and it’s Joel that answers, sharing a little about the gap in the last twenty years where he was apart from his brother. “In the beginning, my eyes glowed the same like Tommy’s, but it was around the fourth or fifth shift that they turned red instead. They stayed like that for years, but when we got into a disagreement-”

“It was more than a disagreement.” Tommy interjects, cutting his brother off to laugh about it before quieting down again to let him continue. 

“When we had that argument that became too much and Tommy left me all on my own-” Joel laughs, returning a playful insult to his brother. “-My eyes went back to their original colour and they stayed like that for years until I was reunited with Tommy and the red came back.” 

“Wow. That’s weird.” Frowning, you know as much as Joel or Tommy at this point, but the only thing you could think of was the book Ginny gave you and what it said inside. “Could it be because you’re a pack when together? And Joel’s the leader?”

Watching their faces twist like you just said the moon is made of cheese, you roll your eyes and sigh. “I have a book back home. I don’t know how much of it is actually true, but some of the things in there have been true so far. It mentions things about wolves in packs having a leader.” 

“Well I don’t deny that Joel is more of a leader.” Tommy agrees, looking at you as he pays a compliment to his brother. “He’s always been that way. Always taking charge and guiding me, although a lot of the time we disagree.” 

“You’re brothers, that’s what brothers do.” You say before taking another sip of your coffee. Thinking about the book and what you read, you remembered reading something about Alphas, Omegas and Betas, therefore prompting you to ask Joel. “Do you think you’re the Alpha werewolf? That could be why your eyes are red.” 

“I don’t know, darlin’.” Shrugging, Joel lowers his coffee and leans forward to place his elbows to the table. “I don’t particularly care about how or why my eyes are red. I just do what I gotta do to keep me and my family safe. Besides, you think they’re hot, so that’s good enough for me.” 

“Oh my God.” You scoff, turning away to look out of the window as Joel and Tommy laugh at your rosy red cheeks. The game of tit for tat between you and him continues, but at least now you’re not at each other’s throat ready to kill each other. It’s fun and sweet, even if you are the centre of attention right now feeling called out. “That isn’t fair you know.” Whining about it jokingly, you turn to look at them both. “It’s not fair that you can read my mind, and I do remember asking you to stop that.” 

“Sorry.” Joel and Tommy say in unison. The younger Miller looks to his brother, holding a hand over his mouth to hide his smirk while Joel hides behind his cup of coffee. You narrow your eyes, watching them carefully as it looks like they were talking to each other without moving their lips. When Joel chokes on his coffee to break out with laughter, you shake your head at them both and ask. “What are you saying? I can tell you’re talking to each other, I ain’t dumb.” 

“Oooh, look at you. Suddenly you’re the expert on wolves.” Joel taunts between laughter, while Tommy buries his face into the palms of his hands. Waiting for them both to get it all out of their systems, you liked seeing this side of the Miller brothers. They both looked so comfortable and happy, laughing at your expense together like a pair of kids. 

What you liked most is that two days ago the steam would have been blowing out of your ears with annoyance being laughed at by Tommy and Joel, but now it’s so very different. It didn’t feel wrong in the slightest and it even made you giggle just listening to them both. After they settle down again, you move on with the conversation, but Tommy asks you a question instead. “Tell us a little about you, what was Y/N’s life before the world ended?” 

“Oh, um… I worked at my mom's store.” You smile with the memories flashing behind your eyes. “It was nothing special I suppose, but I loved every second working with her.” Joel and Tommy remain quiet with smiles on their faces as you continue. “She would find all these broken antiques and trinkets to fix up before selling, and it’s funny, you know because when I was really young, I thought her skills were like magic - I used to think there was no way my mom could fix that.” You laugh fondly, feeling a pang of sadness. “But she did. She fixed everything she found, made it look pretty again and sold it. My mom brought all those broken things back to life again… and she was magical to me.” 

Clearing your throat as a lump begins to form, you move on and share where and what you were doing the day of the outbreak. “I was with my mom - thankfully, and we were just about to open the store for the day when a crazed woman threw herself into the window.” You shake your head, looking at Joel and Tommy. “She wouldn’t stop throwing her head against the glass. Blood was everywhere, her eyes were… gone. And uh, anyways the glass began to break and I had a really strong feeling to get out of the way before she made it inside. So I took my mom’s hand and I ran with her… We didn’t stop running and that’s all we ever did, right up until she died eleven years later.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Tommy reaches across the table, offering his hand. Wiping the stray tear away from your eyes before taking his hand, you reassured him that you were okay. “Thank you, but I’m okay - really. My mom died in her sleep, and if you ask me that’s the best way to go.” 

“Sure is, darlin’.” Joel whispers, nudging his leg into yours from underneath the table. A small gesture that you appreciated from both men. It hurts to talk about these things, but it also feels good to say it out loud and get it off your chest. Taking a deep breath inward to collect yourself, you release Tommy’s hand and smile at him, showing them both that you’re okay. 

“So yeah. That was me before the outbreak.” Digressing with the story of your life, you share what happened after your mothers death. “I was on my own for a couple years before coming across a community in Idaho. I stayed there until someone got a little lazy with their job one day and a stalker got inside.” Joel and Tommy sigh, both understanding the severity of that mistake. “I’m sure you can picture what happened after that, but I ended up on the road again, looking for a place called Jackson that has big sturdy walls, providing food and shelter for survivors. And I found it six months later - just not the way I thought I would.” 

“You got more than you bargained for.” Tommy makes a light joke, easing your blues. “You came looking for Jackson and found two asshole werewolves instead.” 

Unanimously agreeing with that statement, all three of you share a light amount of laughter over Tommy’s comment. It’s true, you did get more than you bargained for, but you wouldn’t change how things have played out. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. “I found my safe haven here.” You say, nodding to them both. “I know Jackson is where I’m supposed to be.” 

After finishing off your beverage of hot coffee and chatting some about your lives, you all prepare to get back on the horses and continue your ride to the next stop. The next stop is a cabin further up in the mountain, completely hidden away from society. Tommy shared earlier that he and Joel use that cabin during the night of a full moon. A place of rest after running wild for hours. 

Wondering why they wanted to bring you there, you quickly understood why when emerging from the trees and seeing it for yourself. The cabin was lavish, looking as if it was taken right out of a magazine and out here. Two padded swings sat on either side of the front porch and it looked beautiful on the outside. With lots of windows to provide natural light inside, the A-frame roof was covered in moss, giving it that naturistic touch, which paired beautifully with the dark mahogany wood. 

Following Joel and Tommy around the back of the cabin, there was a small stable to put all three of the horses inside. After they are safely put away, you walk around to the front and take a seat on one of the swings. “Okay fellers.” You clap your hands together, showing them that you’re ready. “Tell me why you brought me here. What do you have to show me?”

“You wanted to see what we could do, so let me show you first.” Joel chuckles, walking across the small field towards the trees. When he stops at one of the smaller ones, he looks at his brother and you with a smirk before pulling his hand back and punching through the bark. Mouth falling open, aghast with his supernatural strength, the wood began to splinter apart and the tree groaned on its way down to the ground, landing with a heavy thump. 

“Wow!” You grin, looking over at Tommy beside you, who wiggled his brows with pride in return, but when looking back to Joel, he asks if you were ready to see him shift and take a moment before nodding. The distance between you and him wasn’t that far away, but you lean forward to focus as his chest begins to expand, tearing the fabric of his shirt. Joel’s face slowly disappears and the furry face of a wolf takes over as he continues to grow legs with huge paws. It happened in the blink of an eye, yet you saw every millisecond of it with astonishment. 

Our voices hold great power, Y/N. Says Joel as he lowers his head like he was ready to pounce. Hold on a second, you’ll feel what I mean. 

A moment later, a vibration slowly ripples through your body, startling you. It didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, it was just startling. “What was that?” You ask, to which Tommy replies. “It was a growl emitting through your body, a quiet one. Joel could hurt you if he roars loud enough.” 

I would never hurt you, Y/N. Joel whispers in your mind, lifting his head as he begins to walk towards you. Sitting at the base of the steps in front of you, he had to lay down for you to see his face as he was taller than the roofing on the porch. Tommy takes a seat beside you, explaining each of his and Joel’s werewolf abilities in detail. “We’re more enhanced than the average human, but when we shift, the powers we have are amplified even more. We’re already strong and fast, but we become more when we’re a wolf.” 

“Yeah, I read about some of this stuff in that book back home.” You nod to them both, relaying what you already know. “Enhanced strength, speed, smell, healing and health. You and Joel, from what I understand, should never get sick. Is that right?” 

“That’s right.” Tommy nods, then leans back with a laugh. “But there is more to learn than what that book has written. “Our bite and scratches are infectious. We can kill a human with a nasty fever if we scratch them.” 

“Oh…” Your face contorts, cringing at the thought of what that would look like. “Only as a wolf or can you infect someone in human form?” 

“Just wolf.” Tommy replies, shaking his head. 

Sitting on the front porch together and sharing a long conversation, Tommy and Joel recite all of their abilities and everything they know about being a werewolf. You were growing more speechless with everything they shared, learning so much more than you could ever possibly fathom. Pain transference; the ability to absorb and alleviate pain from other people or creatures and can even heal, meaning Joel or Tommy could heal your injury or absorb your pain if you were hurt. 

Dream accessibility; Joel and Tommy can visibly see what someone is dreaming about, or they can give someone a dream too. The younger Miller shared his experiences of helping some of the children in Jackson when they were having nightmare troubles, while the older Miller remained silent. Which you picked up on right away, considering Joel didn’t tell you last night that he can give you dreams, not just see them. We’ll talk about that later. Is all you said about that to him. 

Memory transference; the ability to transfer (give or take) memories by inserting claws into the nape of an individual's neck. They could literally erase someone's mind if they wanted to. Empathy is amplified too, that’s why they can physically feel what other people feel, but that’s not all. Tommy shared that over the years, he and Joel have come to notice specific differences every month, some are substantial, while others are subtle and barely noticeable. 

“Well, what are the differences, what do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head with intrigue. 

“Fire is one of our weaknesses, but one occasion a fire broke out in my kitchen and I could hold my hand inside it.” Tommy explains, before looking at his brother. “After I put the fire out, I brought Joel over and held a lighter under his hand. It didn’t affect him either, but it should have.” 

“Was the month May?” A small smile spreads across your face with wonder. You have some knowledge about the moon and wonder if the things you learned as a child growing up correlates at all. After Tommy spent a moment trying to recollect if the month was in fact May, he nods with furrowed brows, curious to know what you know. 

“In the month of May, the moons that rise each night is known as the Fire Moon.” Still smiling as you share that information, the dots connect just like you thought they would and you took pleasure in explaining to them both how you knew this. “My mom came across this antique brass moon dial when I was younger. It was a clock, but instead of the numbers, it had all twelve different full moons of the year. May is the Fire Moon. I remember it clearly because I cried when she sold it.” 

“Do you remember them all? What about June?” Questions fleeing out of his mouth eagerly, Tommy could hardly contain his interest to know them all. “When May is over, the weakness of fire comes back, but then we can detect when someone is truly bad on the inside.” 

“Mirror Moon.” You laugh, shaking your head with disbelief. “The eyes are the mirror of the soul. You and Joel can see someone's soul in June or be immune to fire in May. This is just incredible!” 

Going through the twelve moons of the year and listening to everything Joel and Tommy can remember happening to them over the years, you learn more and more with each passing second. January in the Ice Moon, and it’s apparently one of the two months in the year where they both feel cold like a regular human does, every other month they go right back to normal, running a high temperature again. 

February is the Storm Moon, and Joel remembers on many occasions over the years being able to detect a storm coming in that month, not just physical ones, but mental ones too. Tommy agrees with him, reciting a time in Jackson when he suddenly got a strong urge to put Jackson on lockdown and sound the storm alarm. People thought he was crazy, but seconds after everyone got inside, the clouds above turned dark and a hurricane blew over.

March is the Wind Moon, and they both noticed how much faster they can run, as humans and as wolves. April is the Wild Moon, and they develop a connection with the animals in the wild. July is the Ghost Moon, and they each have noticed how the colour of their fur blends into the surroundings, almost making them invisible. August is the Lightning Moon, which provides Joel and Tommy immunity from electricity, another weakness that is lifted for one month. September is the Singing Moon, and it amplifies all of their powers. October is the Blood Moon, which unfortunately makes them aggressive, more so when they are in wolf form - and it also explains why Joel was acting like such a dick, you arrived here last month in October. November is the Frost Moon, the other month of the year where they actually feel the cold like a regular human. 

And finally, the last month of the year, December, is the Oak Moon. Suppose they saved the best for last as the experiences they’ve had over the years in that month are the most bizarre. Not only does their fur change to white, but on Christmas day, they can’t shift at all, and when the full moon rises at the end of that month, Joel and Tommy actually have the ability to control themselves, meaning they don’t have to travel far away from Jackson to get through the night as a wolf. 

Still chatting away to Tommy and Joel like there was no tomorrow, the time had gone completely over your heads and only upon noticing the afternoon sun lowering did you all realise. It was time to go back home, however you wanted to see inside the cabin. You’ve spent all your time out here, excitedly absorbing lots of information about werewolves and moons. 

“Can I see inside before we go?” You ask, looking through the window behind you. The inside looked just as beautiful as outside. The furniture was pristine, the ornaments handmade and decorative touches homey. As Joel and Tommy look at each other, nodding here or shaking their head there, you realise that they're having a telepathic conversation and wait until they're finished. 

“Would you like to stay the night?” Tommy turns to you with an offer that you can’t refuse. “I’ll radio Maria and let her know that we’ll be back tomorrow morning.” 

Nodding, you take him up on that offer and are about to jump out of your seat to hurry inside, however Joel shifts back into his human form, flashing his nudity to you. “Oh, Jesus Joel.” You panic, quickly tilting your face to the side as he walks up the steps. “You could give a warning before you do that, you know.” 

“I did.” He chuckles menacingly as he walks into the cabin. “But I only warned my brother, not you.” Because I knew you’d like what you saw darlin’, he whispers that part telepathically, eliciting you to shake your head with denial as the corners of your mouth pull into a smile. He was right, you did like what you saw. And all you can say is that he is big in all the right places. 

Heading inside with Tommy, you shook off your thoughts about Joel’s manhood for now and thought about how nice this cabin is instead. The lounge was cosy, although the room was a little cold, Tommy got to work right away and moved over to the fire to get it started while you looked around. 

You liked the layout, it was all open planned. An L shaped kitchen with a dark grey marble island in the middle and three bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and shower, this place looked more like a vacation home than a place for Tommy and Joel to ride out the night on a full moon. 

“How come you guys don’t tear up this place?” You ask while walking into the kitchen, making yourself at home by opening up the cupboards - which were empty of course. 

“Because we chain ourselves up in the basement.” Tommy answers before muttering a string of foul language under his breath after burning his fingers on the fire. “It’s too dangerous for us to be free roam on a full moon.” 

Understanding that, you then wonder how bad it gets for them. Joel shared a little about it last night, but you can’t help your curiosity to know how bad they are on the night of a full moon. Maybe one day when they’re comfortable enough, they will tell you about it, but for now, you won’t pry the information out of them just because you’re curious. 

As you round the corner of the kitchen leading to the hallway, you look at the slightly open door at the end of the hall and make a surprised sound when seeing a very naked Joel in the reflection of a mirror. He was getting dressed and you know you shouldn’t be watching him, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The man looks good from behind. His back is wide and tanned, chiselled with muscles, and his ass was really nice. Perfectly round and plump, however his legs prompted you to lick your lip. Thick thighs and strong calves. Joel Miller had a good looking pair of legs.

Quickly moving away before you are caught, the chances are that Joel already knows you were looking - he was probably hoping for it - but you didn’t want to let him have that satisfaction of catching you in the act of drooling over his body. The sound of static stole your attention and you turned to see Tommy messing around with the TV. “You have electricity up here?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty neat right?” Tommy points to a big black device at his feet and you have no idea what it is. “Portable power source. It comes with a solar panel too, which is really handy.” He explains, talking enthusiastically like he was a child and that was the best toy ever. “It won’t produce a lot of power, but enough to keep you and Joel entertained while I hunt our dinner for the night.” 

Oh shit. What? Alone with Joel, in the cabin by a fire… that can’t be good. 

“Oh Tommy,  are you sure?” You ask nonchalantly, acting like dinner wasn’t a big deal when you’re actually starving. “I don’t want you to go through the trouble.” 

“Nah, of course I’m sure.” He stands, waving it off. “Besides, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 

Nodding to him, you take a seat on the sofa and kick off your shoes to get comfy as he calls out to Joel, letting him know that he’s going out to get dinner. “Alright. Do you need my help?” Joel asks, and you sit there silently praying to a God above that Tommy says yes. You can’t trust yourself around Joel, he’s too damn handsome and all you can think about is climbing on his lap, which is exactly what he wants, while you want to torment him. 

“No, I’ll be alright.” Dammit. Tommy turns to leave, saying that he will be back soon as he exits the cabin and jogs across the field. Now, you’re all alone with Joel. Pulling the throw from the back of the sofa over your legs, as if that could even hide how you feel right now, you sink into your position and watch an episode of Friends on the TV. You could see a boxset on one of the shelves and it made you smile to think that Joel or Tommy likes the show. 

Light footsteps creak their way towards you as Joel joins you in the lounge, taking a seat on the sofa you’re on. “You like Friends?” He asks, raising his brows. “Tommy likes this show.” 

“Yeah, it’s good.” You reply, already feeling the burn in your cheeks as your eyes lower to look at what Joel was wearing. Pyjamas - he’s wearing pyjamas, but not just any old kind, the loose fitting plaid pants with a sexy sweater kind of pyjamas. He looked so good in them, good looking and comfy, inviting you to cosy on up next to him. Thankfully, his gaze was fixed on the TV so he didn’t pay attention to the way your eyes kept flicking over to him, or at least you hoped he wasn’t paying attention. 

Eyes darting to him when he moves, your heartbeat rose with the way he opened his legs and leaned back into his position. Joel’s just getting comfy, like you did, but you couldn’t help stare at his natural bulge poking out from beneath his pants. Jesus his legs. Those goddamn legs that you want to sit on and feel tense beneath you as you kiss him on the lips.  Your arousal was palpable, electrifying the energy between you and him right now, you could feel it, however he acted oblivious. You know that he knows. Joel knows you're turned on right now, but he isn’t acting on it. 

You wonder if it’s out of respect or nervousness. He knows you want to be mad at him for the things he did, and the thought of him holding back from kissing you out of respect only makes you hornier. Just like the latter. Thinking that anxiety to make the first move holds him back makes you more horny too. Both possibilities were arousing, but one thing you know for certain is that your panties are damp right now and that bulge in his pants is growing. He’s turned on too. 

Joel shifts his position, trying to relieve the throbbing ache between his legs while keeping his eyes glued to the TV, but you had completely abandoned watching the TV and instead chose to watch him suffer. This was cruel for the man and you loved every second of it. Your heart was still beating fast as you let your thoughts loose, thinking about how much you’d love to climb on his lap right now, straddling his thigh to get yourself off while he plants kisses on your breasts. 

Even closing your eyes to picture how it would look, you smirked when hearing cough awkwardly. As much as this was torture for Joel, knowing that you want him but he can’t have you, it was torture for you as well. You do want him. So fucking badly. Not caring any more, you were blinded by lust and sighed with your thoughts. I forgive you, Joel. 

The man instantly turns to look at you, his wanton eyes glowing like fire, you watch as his chest rises and falls with each deep breath. Joel looked like he was fighting a war inside of him, holding himself back from launching across the space between you both and tearing the clothes right off your body, however he didn’t do any of that. Instead, Joel exhales shakily while patting his thigh. “C’mere babydoll.” 

Moving across the sofa slowly, you watch as his hands ball into fists, still holding himself back from doing what he really wants to do. You throw a leg over him, sinking down onto his lap and feeling his bulge press into your clothed core. Firm and growing bigger by the second, the sensation it brought was a good feeling, but not nearly enough. You wanted more. 

“I’ve thought about this for too damn long, girl.” Joel sighs, gaze lowering to take in your beauty. Seeing and feeling you sitting on him like this is driving him up the wall. It gives him all but a taste of what you feel like in his proximity where your heat is directly over his crotch, however it isn’t enough for him either. “Take your pants off.” 

The order in his tone sends a shiver up your body, igniting a fire of lust to blaze across your skin. Popping the button on your jeans open, then pulling down the zip, you move back to stand between his legs and take your sweet time shimmying your pants off. A daring smile appears on your lips as you watch Joel adjust himself with each inch of skin you reveal. His eyes, still glowing red, expand with hunger at the sight of your panties. A simple figure hugging white high leg panties with a sizable damp spot at the crotch. 

“Hmm.” Joel closes his eyes with a deeply contented hum, inhaling your sweet aromas as if his nose was buried in your cunt. The sound of you stepping out of your pants and kicking them across the floor opens his eyes again, but when he sees you reaching for the waistband of your underwear, he shakes his head slowly. A silent demand for you to keep them on, however you smirk and hook your thumbs under the fabric, teasing him. 

Pulling it down enough to reveal your mound, you could visibly see how much he wants you as his jaw clenches and just as his mouth falls open with anticipation of what your pussy looks like, you quickly turn around and giggle. Your giggles were abruptly replaced with a gasp as two strong hands land on your hips, yanking you back into his lap. Joel now had you in his arms, his cheek pressed against yours as he looked down at your body, letting his fingers roam free and the first place he went for is the waistline of your panties. 

The man pulls them up with a finger, smiling at the sight of your cunt from this angle. Your desire glistens, leaving a beautiful mess everywhere. Letting go of underwear, they snap back against your skin, eliciting another gasp to spill from your lips and just as you tilt your face to protest, Joel places his lips on yours, replacing your complaints with a moan. He slips a tongue inside your mouth, swirling it around to provide distraction as he rests his palm on your lower stomach, fingers slipping under the fabric of your underwear.   

Your breathing becomes heavier with need, a need to feel his fingers where you most want them, but Joel had plans of his own to tease you. Payback for teasing him, you suppose. Grabbing your legs and lifting them over his, so that you were spread perfectly for him, he then brought your hand down to your underwear and broke off the kiss to deliver his next order. “Play with yourself, darlin’.” 

“Huh?” You act shy and oblivious, but Joel can see right through your performance and smacks your inner thigh before palming the sting. “You heard me.” He softly whispers against the shell of your ear, slipping fingers inside the crotch of your panties but making a clear point to avoid the area you really want him to touch. “Play with your pussy Y/N. I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” 

Clenching around nothing, you could feel your slick drooling out of your hole, desperate to feel his fingers or his cock stretching you open. You nod, closing your eyes with a sigh as he peppers kisses on your neck then you do as he commands by slipping your hand inside your underwear, fingers instantly landing on your little swollen nub. A surge ripples through your body with a heat blossoming in your chest from the contact. Tension begins to build in your abdomen as you rotate the pad of your finger around your clit, but you stop when Joel moves his position from beneath. 

“Keep going.” He grunts, hastily working his pants open to free himself. “I didn’t say stop darlin’. Keep going.” 

Moaning, you continue rubbing your clit and eagerly await as he pulls his pants and boxers past his ass. His cock springs free, slapping the hand inside your panties. “There, that’s better ain’t it.” Joel coos, smirking at your way your eyes are transfixed on his length. “Now you can see what I’m going to fuck you with.” 

Using your free hand, you reach down between your legs and Joel sighs against your neck, thinking you're going to take him in hand, but you don't. Instead, you pull your panties to the side and look at him with pleading eyes. “Please - I want you now baby, I can’t wait.” 

“Fuck.” He breathes, eyes returning to their normal colour as he nods. “Ok darlin’.” 

Your pleas broke Joel’s commanding façade, bringing out the human of him. Kissing you on the lips as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance, your face contorts from the breach then you both moan in unison as he pushes inside, burying himself to the hilt. “Goddamn! You’re fucking tight baby.” Joel groans, tossing his head back to relish in the feel of your velvety walls squeezing him. You were still flicking your fingers across your clit and your orgasm nears. 

“I’m c-close.” Whimpering, you continue to pulse around him, full to the brim with his cock. Joel is big. Girthy with an above average length, he was buried so deep you could feel his balls. “Please move.” You beg, breathing out a moan. “I’m gonna cum, Joel please move.”

Placing his hands under your legs for leverage, the man lifts you up off his cock, leaving the tip inside before sinking you back down again. You bend your knees with a mewl, holding onto the arm of the chair as Joel continues to lift you up and down like you weighed nothing to him. You do weigh nothing to him. He held onto the back of your thighs with a bruising grip, listening to your moans grow louder each time he sank you down onto his dick. 

“Fuck! F-fuuck! Joel, I’m comi-” You stutter, unable to spill the words from your mouth as the tension in your stomach breaks and your climax takes over. Casting a blanket of white static over your vision, your cunt squeezes around him with a vice-like grip, feeling every vein and ridge. Joel grinds into you carefully, easing you through your high. “That’s it, let it all out darlin’. I got you.” 

Lowering your legs and placing your feet to the floor between his legs, your breathing begins to even out as you tilt your face towards Joel and capture his lips in a kiss. A hunger for more quickly rises, a need to make him cum is what you’re craving. To hear him fall apart. Still kissing Joel, you hold onto the sofa and brace your feet on the floor before lifting your hips up then sit back down. “Nngh!” He grunts with a shuddering inhale as you repeat your actions, finding the right pace. 

“My pussy feels good, don’t it?” You whisper, smirking against his lips. “So warm and tight.” 

Slamming your hips down onto his lap, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt, Joel could barely form a sentence to reply. His mouth falls open, hands grasping at your body to keep himself together as you continue to fuck him. A burn forms in your thighs accompanied with a cramp in your stomach, the position was giving you a workout and your skin stuck to his, yet you didn’t stop, not until he gave you what you wanted. 

“Cum for me, Joel.” You mewl what you want. Resting your head back to his shoulder, he brings a hand up to your throat and holds it there gently while kissing your neck. Body jerking with the pad of his finger landing on your clit, he rubs nameless shapes while grunting into your ear. “You first babydoll.” 

Your movements faltered from the pleasure he was inflicting. You’re still so sensitive from your last climax, it was painfully good, and you can feel yourself unravelling again. Sinking down and burying him deep inside of you, your walls pulse around him as you moan his name. Joel takes over for you, rocking your hips back and forth to grind himself through your high. You were squeezing him too hard, damn near pulling the orgasm out of him. 

“Shit! Baby, I’m coming.” Joel warns, lifting you off his cock a second before hot ropes of his cum shot out, coating your folds. Still coming, he glides the tip through your slit, painting a mess all over your pussy. His warmth felt amazing, only you wished you could feel it paint your insides. 

Savouring the post coital bliss for a few moments, reality begins to kick in and you voice your worries to Joel of being caught. “We need to move. Your brother might show up any moment now.” 

Joel wraps his arms around your stomach, chuckling into your neck as he shakes his head. “He ain’t coming back darlin’”

Before you could even ask, Joel stands with you, pulling your shirt and bra off along with his shirt, dropping all them to the floor. Placing his thumb and forefinger to your chin, he tilts your face to meet his lips in a kiss, walking you towards his bedroom. Once your legs meet the edge of the bed, he lowers a hand to line himself up at your entrance and thrusts inside, knocking the breath out of your lungs and stealing your ability to speak. It’s just me and you staying here. He says telepathically, lowering you to lay down on your stomach before pounding into you from behind. 

I have you all to myself for the night, darlin’. 

Two Days Later

Running through the forest with a beating heart ready to jump out of your chest, you run like your life depends on it. You should be in Jackson right now, should be far away from Joel Miller on the night of a full moon just like he warned you, but you couldn’t help your curiosity to know what he goes through. 

You only wanted to help, only help him through this night of pain and make it easier for him, but instead, you let the beast inside of him catch your scent and he broke free from the chains. The werewolf on a full moon isn’t the werewolf you’ve seen in Joel before. It’s different… he’s different. You should have stayed home and listened to Joel’s warnings because now, a monster hunts you with an insatiable hunger, impossible to be satisfied until it gets what it wants. 

You - the monster in Joel wants you. 

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[hay1ock]

Okay. Wow. Episode 3 of Only Friends was just something else.

Yep. I’m late again, but honestly, I enjoy rewatching it a time (or two) for anything I might have missed or that might change my mind about certain scenes or characters.

This week we’ll start with the mess that is Nick and Boston. It was interesting watching their string of encounters. Is it just me that felt they got slower, kind of more romantic as they went on? Like the slow kisses. I like kissing, might have partaken in the odd snog in a club back in my prime lol. But to be doing it over and over, day after day, soft and slower, and more attentive. It just felt more intimate, easy to mistake the feelings behind it. I hate the way he manipulates Nick. Sees him questioning the relationship so gives him some crumbs to keep him happy, and give him hope when there really doesn’t seem to be any.

Yeah, Boston is the absolute worst. But can’t deny he’s entertaining. I love the messy web he’s weaving. Well, mostly. When he started poking at my baby Ray then there was some aggressive side-eyeing on my part lol. I really don’t know what else to say, other than to applaud the work he’s putting in for Top. I still can’t decide if he has real feelings for him as he hesitated when Nick asked, but it seems to do with his pride/rivalry at the fact Top is seemingly so desperately pursuing Mew when Boston is throwing himself at him and had been getting turned down. Will be interesting to see if Boston had any plan for what he was actually hoping to achieve beyond one more fuck. Has he won? Does he still want more? Also, bit cruel recording your friends…making out? Getting handsy? Until proven otherwise (unless it went so terribly that Mew wanted to delete it from his mind) I believe Mew is a virgin. And it makes me laugh that the one who was telling Top Mew was all sweet and innocent in the first place was Boston. Has anyone else ever said that? I mean Mew was happy to have Top in his room, kiss, get on the counter. It was just when the possibility of full sex got too real that he put a stop to things, and the fact he would prefer to get to know someone first before going all in.

But yeah. Boston you are a terrible friend. Recording it and then holding on to it. Though to be fair I have everything ever still on my phone what with the storage size these days, it’s just a dick move he recorded it in the first place.

Nick. Okay, so I was in the protect Nick from Boston and himself and his feelings frame of mind last week. I said he wasn’t gonna be getting employee of the month snooping in customer phones, but seems he took his snooping up a notch and I’m considering switching over to Team Protect Boston. I didn’t actually pay much attention to the Chekhov’s wiretap on my first watch, I thought about how there’d be cameras installed and figured something would get caught on there eventually, but hadn’t thought Nick would go so far as to directly bug Boston’s car. I did feel sorry for him at the end. I don’t know if this is his first ‘relationship’ or what but he’s certainly all in. I wonder how far he’ll go if he is planning revenge. Like are we talking Fatal Attraction lengths? Boston doesn’t have a rabbit right? Lol

So Ray and Sand. Feel for Sand as he’s clearly trying to keep boundaries in his relationship with Ray. But eyes don’t lie and, man, the way he looks at him. Though disappointed at the end of the episode, there was probably also some relief as he could step back from the line he’d been dangerously walking. I wonder how bad his money struggles are as is he getting to eat for free at YOLO? Anyway, I wish him luck in his efforts to separate love and sex.

And Ray. His little face and his dumb flirty ass. I don’t think he’s doing anything on purpose as such or playing with Sand’s heart or anything (not like a certain Boston we know) as just in general it seems like the kind of person he is. He did seem genuine when he checked Sand was okay with it all because he wants to keep hanging out and being friends. I do think he’s pursuing him in the sense of a distraction, especially right after Boston whispered in his ear and Top dragged away Mew. Talking of Top, honestly, I don’t know how much is jealousy, worry for Mew, and how much is just a case of him just disliking that man. You ever just had someone, and they might not have even done anything wrong, but their very existence just irks you for some reason? That’s the vibes I get from Ray toward Top. The way Ray changes and folds his arms when he popped up ruining his bright mood when hanging with Mew.

But back to him and Sand. The entangling in the car was definitely to distract himself from his shitty feelings from that night, managing to convince himself and Sand that they could keep the boundaries even if they slept together a second time. And then the call. The way he sat up and rearranged his clothes as if he didn’t want Mew seeing him like that. Like he was almost ashamed. Seen a few differing opinions on what happened, but, despite Sand’s fleeting disappointment (then probably relief at dodging a bullet to the heart for at least one more day), I am team bros before hos, sisters before misters etc. Mew was locked out, bit tipsy and personally, I appreciate Ray being a good friend. Whether he also enjoyed getting to play hero, who knows, but I viewed it as him answering the call of a friend who needed his help.

So Mew. Actually, enjoyed seeing him and Ray interact a bit more. I personally, again until proved otherwise, believe he cares for him. In episode 1 he said how the hostel could be something for Ray’s future, a business of his own, then the scene by the pool in episode 2, and here, it seems like he genuinely wants Ray to move on and be happy with someone who has the potential to love him back as something other than a friend. I’m interested to see what actually happened the night Boston filmed them and guessing we’ll see at least some of it based on the preview. Mew’s scenes with Top give me mixed feelings. They were very sweet at the silent disco, and then we were back to Top being all ownery over him (granted fuelled by Boston). Top had referred to him as boyfriend a couple of times this ep so I’m trying to figure if we’ve skipped to them being boyfriends now as think Boston said they’d been together less than 3 months, plus we figure time has passed from the multiple BostonNick scenes. Ponders.

And lastly Top. Well, he knows Sand and boy Sand doesn’t like him lol. Guess we’ll see why eventually. I’m still trying to figure Top out. I know we don’t have much on Mew but Top is just a bit contradictory to me I guess. Is he insecure? Is it because he’s only been seen as this top tier prize to get fucked by? And Mew seems to be the only one, or the only one in a long time to not care about that? His actions are… I mean Mew knows he’s slept with others so why not be honest about that Beam guy? I mean the dude pretty much spelled it all out and Mew was right there lol.

Also, I know Boston was manipulating him but to say I was disappointed in his lack of willpower is an understatement. I have no idea what’s on the video, Mew and his friends have mentioned him being a virgin when it was just them and for nobody else’s benefit, so I believe he is one. Boston was the one that added the sweet and innocent part. But still, if you want to get to the bottom of things, I feel confronting/talking to Mew would have been a slightly better option than banging Boston. I get Top actually looked upset and people do dumb stuff without thinking if through but… Top, why? Even if you aren’t officially boyfriends, YOU keep calling him your boyfriend. Sighs. Can’t wait to see how this all plays out now there’s a recording of them.

Anyway, not long before today’s episode, so will stop here. Really am loving this show.

#only friends series #only friends the series #only friends episode 3 #firstkhaotung #sandray #bostonnick #neomark #forcebook #topmew #firstkhao #it’s getting messier every episode #and I love it

[schizosupport]

I'm sorry to the people who have reached out over the last month who hasn't received a response yet. I think I'll reply soon - I hope.

Things have been a lot, to say the least. I'm fighting a lot of bureaucratic systems at the moment, and in true kafkaesque fashion I feel like a bug stuck in a spider's web, the more I struggle, the more I get stuck. But there's some hope in the situation, there always is. But it's taking a lot out of me to deal with.

In the meantime I have been doing an internship. It's not going well, and I recognize that I'm not happy about it, because I was about to explain the situation, and I instantly almost just quit out of making the post.

Yesterday I had an experience with my psychiatrist that felt completely surreal. Close to a year ago I made the decision to try to go off antipsychotic medication, with the support of my psychiatrist, but through my GP. I struggled a lot for a long time, and my GP kept offering to go back on it, but I wanted to give it a fair run.

Yesterday I asked my psychiatrist if maybe she could give me a new prescription, not because the stress is driving me psychotic, but because I can't handle the emotions. I want thicker skin, I want to be a little more dull around the edges so I can handle the curveballs that life keeps throwing at me.

And the psychiatrist looked at me and told me that she sympathises, but from what I said she has zero reason to assume that my reaction is psychotic or out of the norm in that direction, and she isn't going to prescribe me drugs that I don't need just so that I can numb my emotions.

That was a fucking first. It's always psychiatry telling me to take more antipsychotics, jumping on every sign of 'weakness' to convince me to up the dose, holding adhd meds hostage unless I comply, etc.

So being told kindly but sternly by this lady that no, I can't have a cheeky prescription of antipsychotics just because I want to essentially.. abuse it...?... was a weird experience. Like, "oh, how the tables have turned". But it didn't feel.. bad. Not even gatekeepery, I mean, she's correct. That's not what they are for. And ofc she will give me a prescription when/if I definitely need it.

For now I'm trying to find ways to reduce the stress on my life, somehow.

#antipsychotics tw #schizosupport gets personal

[offbranddrpepsi]

heya! I've never requested something before but I love your writing so much that I just have to x3 I have a really bad fear of spiders, you know, the whole shaking, crying, hyperventilating and freezing up stuff and most people either make fun of me for it or are annoyed when I ask them to remove it for me. I was wondering how my favourite agents would deal with a s/o with that problem. If it's not too much, Chamber, Cypher and Sova. Thank you for your amazing writing and have a wonderful day! <3

I hope all the spiders respect your personal bubble my dear anon, some are cute but jesus others are nightmares from the void. anyways, onto the reacts! this may be a tad short

Chamber doesn't make a big deal out of really anything and is always composed so the moment he sees you panicking and pointing at the offending creature he is ready to act. Calmly scoops up the spider in a cup before either placing it on the balcony or just yoting it out a window, which ever is faster and easier. Double checks for any additional unwanted guests before giving you the all clear and moving you out of the room the spider was in. Makes sure to regularly check for any spider webs or signs of spiders so there isn't a repeat of that.

Is really sweet about calming you down and is respectful of your fear, just really doesn't make a big deal out of it because in his mind doing so would make is worse. The first few times it happens he does nearly have a heart attack thinking you're in direct danger but returns to his usual self once he realizes it is just a spider.

Cypher would be a bit of an ass about it to be honest. He would handle the spider, killing or placing it outside, then would tease you about it until yelled at or until he no longer finds it funny. The informant does think your fear is cute and makes sure you know he is teasing you because of this and he actually doesn't really care much about your fear. Probably doesn't like bugs that much himself but doesn't really freak out, just kills them or relocates them then moves on so he does understand your issues with our eight legged menaces. Would wrap you up in a blanket and carry you away for cuddles after the spider is dealt with.

Would probably make little jokes to make it better like saying he slayed the mighty beast and saved the (insert preferred royal term here). If you laugh or smile it fuels him and makes every following spider removing more dramatic as well as theatrical.

Our lovely archer is by far the sweetest about the whole ordeal. He is practically the bases designated creepy crawly removal guy right next to Skye. Contains the threat then moves to scoop you up and take you to a safe cozy spot. Shows himself getting rid of the spider so you can rest easy it is in fact gone, will check for more if you want him to. Reassures you the entire time that it's alright, the spider was just confused and looking for a place to hide, he would never let a spider touch you or attack you. Would probably be the partner who would suggest trying to work on the fear so you can handle spiders better or at least not have a full breakdown due to one.

Sova would also be the partner that gets you those little brush spider grabbers or other extendable contraptions to trap one if he isn't there. Would also talk to the spider disapprovingly for scaring you. A tad bit silly but sees saying the spider is evil/making up some story for it as a good way to help since it takes the seriousness away. Sova is a partner who is very soft towards his s/o especially when they show emotion so expect a lot of love after a spider induced panic.

Side note: Sova was probably scared shitless of spiders as a kid so he really feels for his partner and their fear but would never mention he was once the same way.

#valorant sova #chamber valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant #cypher valorant #chamber headcanon #sova valorant #sova headcanons #cypher headcanon #spider mention

[coloradanum]

oh yeah pets post

figured it was time i introduce all the beasts i share my home with

moose- jack russel/fox terrier mix, 2 y/o

my best friend my pal my homeboy my rotten soldier my sweet cheese my good time boy. biggest fucking bastard ever. rescued. likes to yell and snuggle. i love this thing like nothing else and he makes my life so so difficult. moose’s own personal tag is #The Beast

tinyboy- crested gecko, 7ish? y/o

oooobh hes so aaaangry. i never gave him an actual name so i call him tinyboy. whoops. my first (and currently only) personal reptile. i love him and i love cresties. he has a bioactive viv that i built in summer 2019 and am really proud of.

olive & ginger- mongolian gerbils

i got these boys in april ‘23 a few months after the last of my original gerbils passed away (because i realized i couldn’t live without gerbils), and they’re settling in very well. DID YOU KNOW: baby gerbils have the ability to teleport short distances

now it’s time for the bugs BABYYYY

thistle- g. pulchripes (chaco golden knee) sling

my first ever tarantula!! they’ve grown an absolute ton in the year i’ve had them and i can’t wait to see them grow more.

pizza- brachypelma boehmei juvenile

enjoyable creature who lives in a hole. one of my dream species and i was really lucky to snag them at an expo last winter! they’re always out on display and are really fun to watch.

jean jacket- c. cyaneopubescens (gbb) sling

great eater who’s just starting to show adult colors! they make really cool webs.

mojave- t. albopilosus (curlyhair) sling

got them for free at an expo as a tiny little thing and they’ve put on an impressive amount of growth!

h. formosus (pumpkin patch) sling

look at this tiny motherfucker. look at it.

disco- amblypygid (phrynus sp?)

for an animal that hardly moves for periods of days/weeks, disco absolutely rules. they’re eating well and growing steadily.

cubaris sp. “panda king” colony

no pics as i never see them out. i got ~4 for free at an expo in august and just recently saw babies! they’re so cute and i hope i can expand my colony more

porcellio laevis “dairy cow” colony

similar situation, got 4 for free with an online order, which included one gravid female! i have many, many babies now and they’re in one of my favorite setups.

deceased/former pets

i used to keep honeybees and would love to again in the future but would rather promote habitats and education about native pollinator species. that said bees are extremely fun and harvesting honey you and a few hundred thousand bees created is like nothing else

i’ve kept bettas and aquatic snails and REALLY want a big freshwater tank when my housing situation is more stable, but unfortunately aquatics isn’t accessible to me at the moment.

gerbils (first group, 2019-2023): link, ganon, zelda and mipha were my first gerbils and i loved them dearly. link and ganon were both born with deformities- a missing eye and a bad leg- and ganon only passed away recently. they were such a wonderful introduction into rodent keeping and i’ll always remember them for the joy they brought me during some really rough times.

juniper: juniper the syrian hamster was a rescue i adopted in december 2022 and who passed in september 2023. she was an amazing little animal who changed completely from a shy and anxious ghost hamster into a bold and sweet lady who would come out for treats and walk around on my shoulders. she made me fall in love with hamsters and i wish i’d gotten more time with her.

nyx: nyx was a ghost mantis (phyllocrania paradoxa) who lived for just over a year and who completely kicked ass. she was so cool and i really want to keep more mantids in the future.

animals at work

i work at a nature center where we have three ambassador animals: a bullsnake, a tiger salamander, and (our newest addition) a fire belly newt. you might see me post about them as my work season starts to pick up pace. not my personal pets but i help care for them and do educational programming with them.

#my pets #for pinned #inverts #The Beast

[threadsun]

i think your nap was just the amount of time i had before class lol {/not mean}

nickname is tho! i just think it's cute :)

oritho usually hangs around bars and people-ie place so it's easier to slip out with a drunk under pretenses of spending the night together {which i mean. they do ha}

gets paid by the site it uses, tip functions by its audience, and does actual commission work so it doesn't seem weird he's home all the time and has a stable sense of income {from a different set of freaks than his usual snuff audience}

there are three main reactions he has to someone he's caught: if they're really freaking out and stuff he's in business more, if they're aggressive he gets short quick and gets harsher, but if they're basically unresponsive and deactivated he'll feel a little bad. not much, but enough it's like sympathy

doesn't usually get mad. he'll get agitated, or upset, but he is scary when mad because he doesn't just 'get mad' he gets irate and looks it. if someone gets him pissy during streams he'll be an asshole and make their short-term pain last longer

pretty jokey at times, very go with the flow and chill. can be mistaken for tired

mother taught him how to hunt and listen to his gut, animal things, while his dad taught him how to burn cd's, pirate, and human society {and technically the dark web} he also introduced tho to all kinds of music!

with the heat/rut and aflux stuff, he doesn't really plan on having sex. like if he does cool but he doesn't really plan on it, he likes being sexual though. gets aggressive during both times like tearing at pillows with his teeth and throwing shit since he's upset

likes cooking and cleaning! finds them calming :) general household chores are nice, likes sweeping the most

needs control in their own life or they will lose their mind

loves being outside {sketching, eating, sleeping, anything}

lives kinda in the middle of the woods, far away enough that no one can hear any screams but close enough to get to the nearby city via car, but tho prefers to walk everywhere

loves leaning into his animalistic side a lot more than his human side, but likes both

has probably eaten a part of someone on stream for enough money, before or after death doesn't matter

loves bugs! he looooves creepy crawlies :) thinks of them as his little buddies

however if oritho has something like mice in its house it'll just take care of the problem by eating them lol

usually drifts between aroallo and alloace since he uses the split attraction model, has a secret side that really wants romance but he doesn't pay much attention to it. and by the time he can he's drifted back into being aro lol

likes to put on music while working, so if someone is crying oritho will shove the back end of a hammer into their mouth and go 'shut up the good part of the song is playing' {the songs while working are sexual, he finds it funny to be ripping someone to shreds while it's playing} sometimes he does gay little dances!

forgets to shower and brush his teeth sometimes. he wants to do it more, he likes the hot water but just kinda forgets to

doesn't have many friends, prefers solitude but sometimes it does get to him which is sad :(

on a final note... i forgot tho's eyelashes. the thing that makes them look more femme while wearing their mask. augh ＿|￣|○ he has them, they're long

{hope everything is going okay, you're awesome!!}

~ }i{

Ooooh I love them so much!!!!! Just a silly slutty murder lad :3c

#sunshine #asks #18+ only #}i{ #mwah mwah you're awesome too!!

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 35) - Insecurity

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Luckily for me, it's Pride Month, so, starting with this chapter, the rest of the story was about the LGBTQIA+ representation of the Bad Guys. Pride will be also mentioned in this chapter.

I hope you like this new chapter. Get ready!

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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In the Bad Guys' hideout, Webs and Hornet were taking a day off as they sat down on the couch to watch TV. They were watching fun facts about the LGBTQIA+

The TV host asked her special guest, "During this Pride Month, is it difficult with finding love with the opposite sex? You know that this is something you need to clear up as yesterday-"

The guest then answered, "Look, I'm not pointing out any names or certain categories. I agree that loving someone, not the opposite gender, or having a different sex or gender identity can be the same way as being in a straight relationship. There are a lot of things that can come up unexpectedly. However, being in this type of relationship is just not easy. That's just it. It's not. Some people might not even take it well when it's not vital to learning. I mean, we already got a lot of noise from government protests; do we have enough?"

Watching this made Hornet begin to think about himself… about his sexuality. Ever since his sudden feelings for Piranha started to show, things got complicated for Hornet.

Seeing Hornet looking down like that after listening to the TV, Tarantula quickly turned the TV off with the remote, and looked at her friend, "Boy, you don't think you would listen to what the TV said, huh?" But Hornet didn't say anything. His silence has confirmed his answer, "That is flawed."

"I know, Webs, but what if those guys have, in their own stupid way, a point?" Hornet said.

Tarantula gasped, "Shush!"

"I mean, what if there is something wrong with me, Webs?"

"'Cause you're not dating anyone?"

"I'm weirding everyone out! They see me on TV, robbing, stealing, scaring around, and of course, as a member of the Bad Guys, I have a reputation like the rest of you. It's a vivid image.

"Hornet, you are a strong, independent bug. Anybody afraid of you is not worth your time.

"Yeah, maybe, but what if they're right? What if I'll never find anybody?"

"Hey, what about Piranha? You and he are buddies for a while. You two were so close. And you accidentally dated each other online," Tarantula chuckled, recalling the event of Hornet's blind date incident.

"That is because I didn't know my date was him. It's a blind date," Hornet admitted before clarifying, "Look, Piranha and I are just friends. Nothing more."

"Suit yourself, Hornet. But you better hurry. As you said, you know your own sexuality, and whatever that is, you should follow it," Tarantula shrugged as she placed a hand on Hornet's hand, "You already dated me, and it didn't work out, so I know someone out there will like you for you. Don't give up."

After that quick pep talk, Tarantula jumped off the couch, leaving Hornet alone with his thoughts. Hornet was on his own, thinking if Tarantula was right. What if he won't be himself if he won't find someone soon? He's pansexual. A person who would have feelings for someone regardless of their sex or gender identity. If he won't find someone, then what sexuality would he have?

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted when the elevator door opened, and the rest of the Bad Guys came out, laughing and chattering. Hornet hit behind the arm of the couch, but his eyes were still peaking.

"Nice work today, Piranha," Wolf commented.

"You should see the looks on those cops' faces! Priceless!" Piranha laughed.

The sight of Piranha made Hornet's time go in slow motion. Seeing Piranha laughing before looking forward to where he was walking made Hornet imagine him with sparkles and pink and yellow clouds covering the corners. Hornet could see how cute Piranha is while he was walking and his expression made the insect swoon. Hornet smiled dreamingly with small arts just came out from his head.

"Hey Webs, Hornet," Wolf's voice snapped Hornet out of his daydream as he quickly hid completely behind the armrest of the couch, "What are you two doing on your time off?"

Tarantula answered while she was standing on a drawer beside the couch, "Well, just talking about stuff. Not too important."

"Well, I'm glad you both enjoyed your time off. Turns out we didn't need our tech wizard and our lookout in today's heist," Wolf teased.

"Hey, watch your words, or you'll never see us again," Tarantula warned.

"Alright, alright."

Meanwhile, Piranha was looking for Hornet as he went to the couch, and found the little insect hiding behind an armrest, "Hey, Hornet," He was caught! Hornet didn't have to hide anymore as he sat down casually, and faced Piranha, "Watcha doin'?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking with Webs, and that's it," Hornet answered.

Piranha nodded, "Well, I better get to my room. I still have a couple of recipes to read," he held out a book of recipes as he headed straight to his room.

Piranha might not like reading, but reading for recipes is his thing. Hornet sighed in relief that Piranha believed him. Hornet couldn't tell Piranha that he was imagining him so dreamingly. The latter might think the former was so odd. Having a crush on a male piranha? Who would think a male hornet would feel that way?

Ugh! Hornet really needed to stop thinking about his feelings for Piranha! They are just friends! That is all…! Or so he thought.

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It was laundry time, and the Bad Guys had to dump their dirty clothes into their baskets. When Shark deliver the basket full of dirt into the laundry room the next floor blow their hideout, Hornet was in charge of doing laundry today. It was his turn.

When Shark left Hornet to do laundry after bringing his dirty clothes to him, the insect threw away the dirty clothes into the washing machine. When he threw a couple more, he found Puranha's shirt. It was still white, but it was kinda stinky. Before Hornet could throw Piranha's shirt into the washing machine, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked around to see if no one was in the room, Hornet took a deep sniff on the shirt. He didn't care how stinky it is, it did smell like his best friend.

"He might smell stinky, but this exactly smells like Piranha," Hornet smiled before sniffing the shirt again.

Just then, the elevator door opened, and Hornet was startled. In a panic, he only put his arms behind his banc while still holding Piranha's shirt.

Piranha came out of the elevator, and found Hornet next to the washing machine, "Hey, Hornet."

"What are you doing here, Piranha?" Hornet asked sheepishly, still holding his friend's shirt behind his back.

"I came here to see how was the laundry doing," the little fish answered.

"Umm," the insect quickly threw the shirt into the washing machine, and quickly threw a couple of more, "Just work-in-progress."

Seeing that Hornet might be too slow to work fast, Piranha stepped in, and said, "You know, what if I'll do laundry for you? You're too small to do this all by yourself."

"No thanks, Piranha. I'm good."

"It's okay. I'll take care of it."

"Are you sure?" Hornet stared at Piranha. Why does he have to be such a gentleman for a little rowdy guy? Piranha nodded smilingly. In that case, Hornet gave the laundry he had on his arms to Piranha, and headed towards the elevator,

"Alright. I'll see you upstairs," Piranha said

"Sure," Hornet answered quickly without looking back at Piranha before he entered the elevator and the doors were closed.

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When Hornet arrived back at the hideout, it was empty. Probably the rest of the Bad Guys were in their rooms. Finally, a bigger space for him to be alone with his thoughts. He was passing around in panic after what he did back there in the laundry room before Piranha found him.

"What am I doing? Why do I still have feelings for my best friend? What do I like about him anyway? That little childish…" Hornet started to describe Piranha with a dreamy sigh, "sharp-teeth, cute waddling, strong, macho fish?" Realizing what he was doing, Hornet slapped himself with his hand to snap out of his dreamy thoughts about his best friends, "Snap out of it!" He then sighed sadly, "Oh, who am I kidding? I don't think Piranha would like me back because I'm a bug… and a guy. A handsome fella like him would like and flirt with girls, and his own kind," Hornet sighed once again. He thought he had no chance for Piranha, and his sexuality was complicated to understand. Looking at the window, Hornet thought that thinking inside the hideout won't do him better, "I gotta go out for fresh air," he flew towards the windows, opened one of them, and flew out of the hideout.

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Hornet was flying around, humming a little song, until he noticed a convention where a lot of people ran inside excitingly.

Curious about what was happening, Hornet flew down, and saw the sign beside the door.

"Hmm, 'Don't know who you are? Join our program for free'," Hornet was unsure of this, but he started to have complications about himself lately, including his sudden awkward feelings for his best friend, and his sexuality that he wasted on his life, "Hmm, I can give it a try," Hornet proceeded to fly inside while no one was looking at him.

The meeting room was almost full, and Hornet found himself a space to sit.

A host came in front, and announced to all comers, "Alright, settle down. Settle down, everyone. Okay, so you're all here because you're wondering who you are and what you want to be. For this theme, we're talking about our sexualities."

"Well, I'm in luck," Hornet said in his mind.

The host then continued, "All of you wondered what your sexuality is. Are you born with it? Did you grow up learning what you think of yourself? Have you experienced falling in love with anybody or nobody? This is where you got so confused. You started to feel different about yourselves. The first feeling was something was not right with you. And the second one was mostly about romantic feelings. You guys fall in love with someone who was the same and/or opposite gender, or someone who had the same insecurities as you are in this room."

While the host was talking, Hornet knew this was what he was feeling today… or, at least, the whole year. Whatever the host said was just like how Hornet was feeling. This is the place where he should go. Glad that he found it. This must be the place where he could get his solution.

"Well, that's the whole point. Not everything should be based on your romantic feelings for someone. You should think of yourselves first. Is this really how you've been feeling? Is this what you wanted as you grew up? It's hard to find yourself and know who you are at first, but when you continue to grow and feel comfortable in this kind of life with your new sexuality, you've got nothing to worry about. The first thing you do is embrace yourself, and accept who are. Straight, bisexual, pansexual, all of it. When you do, you can finally find someone really special who likes you for you, no matter what your sexuality is."

This was it. This was what Hornet needed after all. He has to accept himself first as he is right now. He just needed to adjust his life to his new sexuality before he could end up with someone or be single for the rest of his life. But deep down, he had to find someone so he won't be alone again. He was only doubting himself that he could find the right person he could spend his life with, and won't regret it. He doubted himself about being in love with someone who was his best friend…

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Speaking of best friend, before he knew it, Hornet turned to his left, and saw Piranha among the crowd at the lower part of the seats. This surprised Hornet. Piranha was here the whole time! He was here in the program! Oh, stinger. This wasn't what Hornet expected at all. He thought he could get out of the hideout to be alone with his thoughts and away from Piranha. But no matter where he went, that fish was there nearby. By staring at Piranha long enough while thinking, Hornet didn't only see his best friend, but a dreamy fish that is so cute enough to steal his heart and the glow of his life gem.

Hornet then snapped to reality as he felt it again. The one he had been trying to understand with his identity. Hornet couldn't stay much longer as he quickly flew off without finishing the meeting.

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Late at night, Hornet hadn't been coming home since he left. He needed more time than he thought. Hornet made it back to the hideout at 12:30 am as he took the opening window that he used earlier. When he arrived there, none of the Bad Guys were in the main room. They were probably in their bedrooms sleeping…, and he should be too. It's been a long complicated day for him. Hornet slowly flew into his room, and closed the door.

When closed the door, Hornet leaned his back against the door, and slid down. After what was happening today, it felt so wrong and so stressful. The TV reminded him about his sexuality, Tarantula's advice gave him a hard time accepting it, the Identity Program gave him solutions to accept himself, and finally, he could get his eyes and thoughts off of Piranha. Whenever that fish was around, the insect couldn't help but have these feelings for him. But he shouldn't. Even trying to get away from his best friend, he was also there at the Identity Program.

Though, that was the point, Piranha was in that program too. That was strange for Hornet, especially since the program was for people with identity crises, and the topic was sexuality.

"I can't believe it! Piranha was here too? Why is he there?" Hornet wondered why Piranha had to go to that program. Did he have an identity crisis too? Did he have problems with his sexuality? Oh, it didn't matter to Hornet anymore. The only he could think of was his sexuality. He had to think for himself first before thinking about his feelings for Piranha, but… every time he did, it was his best friend… or, in this case now, the crush he could think of. Hornet sighed in shame as he fell onto his bed, and stared at the ceiling, "Why every time I see him, I started…?" He couldn't finish his sentence. He was ashamed to accept feelings. Hornet sat right up on his bed, and all of a sudden… he sang.

It's 2 A.M. but I'm still here, awake Your beautiful face keeps flashing on my mind I hear your voice and the way you say my name It's like reality and make-believe combined

I recall the time when I sat right beside you And you talked about how good your life has been When your eyes met mine, my voice and hands started shaking And everything I am starts caving in

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak But I'm not lying I feel like crashing right into you

Hornet took out a photo of him and Piranha laughing together that was placed in a picture frame. He flew back on the bed while staring at it.

It's 8 P.M. and we go out for coffee I feel the pain of the truth you try to hide You tell me that your heart's owned by nobody And a part of me begins to die inside

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak But I'm not lying I feel like crashing right into you

Hornet stared back at the photo, and hung his head down hopelessly. He hoped he had a chance with Piranha, but how long would he have to wait?

Yeah, it's 3 A.M. and I'm still here, awake The shining stars remind me of your smile And though I know that smile is not meant for me This heartache's gonna linger for a while

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak

But I'm not lying Even though I'm hurting I'll be here waiting And I'll keep crashing right into You

Hornet put the photo down, and sighed sadly. But the longer he felt this way, he felt tired of pretending to control his feelings and feeling insecure about his sexuality. He couldn't hold this feeling of denial anymore.

"Okay, that is it! I can't hide it anymore! I just have to accept myself. This is what I am, and this is what I've been feeling with Piranha this whole time!" Hornet started to tear up as he was now accepting his real feelings for Piranha, "I can't deny it anymore. I just need to accept it. I'm in love with him. I'm in love with my best friend. I need to tell him the truth… maybe someday," He was ashamed that he was falling in love with his best friend. Piranha is just his friend, but then again, Hornet was in love with him. He wasn't sure if Piranha felt the same. He couldn't let the fish know yet. Their friendship would be ruined and filled with awkwardness if Hornet would tell. He had to take the risk.

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Unbeknownst to him, outside Hornet's door, Wolf was outside, leaning an ear against the door. He heard everything that was happening inside Hornet's room, and he could hear what the bug was saying. Wolf didn't sleep either. He was awake in his bedroom, waiting for Hornet to get home as he was worried. But he had nothing to worried. Hornet is fine… but not emotionally. When Wolf found out Hornet returned home, he wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to check on his bug friend, but he was listening behind the door. And now, he found out. Wolf was right. Wolf was right about Hornet's feelings for Piranha. It was all true. Wolf held a fist, and whispered excitingly, "Yes."

Without letting Hornet know he was outside of his door, Wolf decided to head back to his room to be alone with his thoughts of this interesting and surprising discovery from his bug friend.

From there, Wolf sat on his office chair, and spun around. He just loved it when he was right.

"I guess there is a news that needs to be spread after all," he held a pen, and pushed the push button, making a loud sound of a "click".

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Credits:

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Catherine Taber - TV Host

Colman Domingo - Special Guest

RuPaul - Program host

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Author Rally9933

Co-Author TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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Finally! I made it to this chapter, and right on time for Pride Month.

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me with this chapter.

The song doesn't belong to me. This song is called 'Crashing' by Kyle Juliano.

I hope you like this chapter. The next chapter will be up soon!

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[tonicky]

Bayonetta 3 thoughts spoilers

I beat Bayonetta 3 tonight and over all liked it I have always cared more about combat than the story and Platinum delivered on the combat as always. There were a few things I didn't car for with the gameplay though. One was that at the end of each chapter Bayonetta gets a new weapon but you then have to play as Jeanne and Viola before you get to play as Bayo again. So you don't get to play with the new weapon for 45 mins to an hour. The Jeanne levels were kinda pointless and not very fun except for the last one, I feel that time and money could have been spent elsewhere. Viola's stuff was fun but not as deep as say Nero from DMC (who she clearly was inspired by). Last gameplay complaint is that the gimmicks at the end of each boss fight were kinda bad. The timed one was okay and the bubble one was fine but the Kaju fights were slow and I don't like Rhythm games. These parts of the boss fights were clearly inspired by Wonderful 101 yet none of them were Punch-Out such a waste. Stuff I liked about the gameplay the rest of the boss fights especially the rival fights and werewolf fights. The set pieces were mostly really fun except for the one that ran really bad (blame the Switch). Most of the new weapons were fun but I mostly stuck with the yoyos. I liked all the demon forms that replaced Panther within (Bird and Spider were fun and Train was neat but I rarely used it). The Egypt level was really good but I think my favorite was Paris. The Final Boss was pretty fun. Now for story SPOILERS ahead. So Bayonetta and Luka while cringe and eye-rolly didn't bug me since I correctly assumed this wasn't Bayo from 2 (the gay one) or even Bay from 1 (both of whom show up in the game. However what bugged me was killing off Bayo and replacing her with Viola. I liked Viola she was fine and I enjoyed how much she took after Luka (I wish she was just Luka's kid and not Bayo's would have made more sense when factoring in the other games). That said she doesn't hold a candle to Bayo in personality or how fun she is to play. Not sure why Platinum chose to do away with Bayo maybe they were tired of her, maybe Nintendo wanted a less sexy protag or maybe they thought it made sense for the story like Rosa to Bayo to Viola. I don't know but I hope Bayo from 2 and Jeanne are having a lovely time in whatever universe they ended up in. The ending implies that all the destruction caused by the big bad was fixed when he died so maybe the other Bayos are okay the didn't get dragged to hell at least. I liked how the big bad was present in so much of the game, I like when the final boss is a character and not someone who just shows up for the final fight. Also I loved the Lupin the 3rd homage it was so much fun. Getting to fight Luka, Rosa, Jeanne and Bayonetta was also neat no Enzo fight though. Even though I didn't care for Bayo being a mom it makes sense since all 3 games are about motherhood. Bayo is always taking care of a child in these games (Luka also tends to look out for them). The Rosa stuff also. If they had Bayo live I would feel a lot better about the ending I wouldn't even mind the Luka stuff is she had lived even though I prefer Bayo and Jeanne together. And hey you can't tell my Egyptian Bayo and Jeanne weren't a thing lol. Rodin mentions Luka to Viola at the end implying he is alive but he was dragged to Hell so does that mean Rodin visits Luka in Hell or that he some how got out? I assume if they make a Bayo 4 the backlash to this ending will make it so they bring back the real Bayo and not just calling Viola Bayonetta (which ugh sucks). 2 other things I think the Bayo staff played Spider-Man 2018 because of all the was crawling and web swinging you can do in this game. Also I think DMC 5 got it in their head that they need more playable characters (which I disagree with). This game also has a lot of Astral Chain, Wonderful 101 and I assume Scalebound DNA in it for better or worse. Bayo 2 is still the best in the franchise, The ranking goes 2 then 3 then 1.

#bayonetta 3 spoilers

[violetblacksparkles]

Spider Frand

Ok, so I totally reblogged somebody's thing and then went into a whole story about this new spider friend I have living in my driver’s side mirror. And wow, have there been some developments today! 

I did have to destroy a beautiful, amazing web, tho. I popped into my car to go to work at night, like I do and I look over and I see a big, beautiful, perfect, like, MODEL spider web from the mirror down to some point on my door. With the biggest fattest proudest looking spider just chilling in the center. So please with herself or himself, just sitting there like: “Yep I'm such a good spider, I made such a good home wow, I'm in this great spot, there's going to be so many bugs…” 

Little did that spider know that I had to go to work…

I didn't have any sticks or anything on hand, and I was already late and I started driving down the street and I, cruelly, was like, “oh maybe they'll blow off and get stuck in the back of my car or I don't know…” and then I felt really bad, cuz it's not the spider's fault there's a spider, and they're just chilling in their new phone home and who am I to just kick them out of their home and then like murder them in some shit...

But I'm like already super late for work for a multitude of reasons, so I'm driving down my street thinking what to do, also thinking it's slow enough he's going to survive and be fine, but those couple miles an hour are just insane for this little spider, and he's hanging on for dear life as his web is blowing in this breeze like a flag, that's just incredibly strong by the way, we know that as a scientific fact it's one of the strongest materials out there, but this was just a sight to behold, …anyway so he's holding on for dear life, wobblin away, goin all: aaaaaaahhhhhbrrrlrlrrggghhhghh, and I just feel so bad for this poor little spider, who is not *little* in any way shape or form–that little back portion of spider body was the size of a pea and the legs were, now it was dark so forgive me, tan and brown alternating stripies–that went one for a total spider diameter of maybe ¾ inches. 

So before I get on the highway I pull over into a parking lot, goig to find me a stick and at least dispose of the web and spider into a nice place where the spider can live that is not on my car, because, not that I mind spiders, but I don't want to go reach for my handle and squash it one day by accident cuz I would suck for the spider, I feel bad, and then I'd have spider goo like on my hands and under my nails and if I'm about to go somewhere in my car, I'm probably not about to be able to wash my hands in the next 10 seconds, so it's slightly undesirable ....

..... 

So I pull over and there's no sticks available because I live in a really shitty city, but I realize I have some trash in my car! So I get this trash and I wipe part of the web off the car door, I intended to get the part off the mirror and do a little spin move and just leave the spider, trash and web on the stone wall there, but the spider was crawling back towards the mirror--good thinking, safe!-- so then at least the web portion that stretches down the car was gone and just a little bit hung down from the mirror so he could climb back up inside there. And as we're getting on the highway, I see him crawling around the outside of the mirror and then we're picking up speed, and then he finally feels all the rumbling and crawls behind the mirror thing.

I'm on my lunch break right now, it's dark, I don't see him, there's no new web, I don't know if she moved on to bigger and better places, but I kind of hope not. I'll miss her. I want to feed her flies. If she can keep making a web like that everyday it's going to be a really good breaking deterrent? Maybe people will just run away screaming. Or just break literally every other window. OR smash my poor new pet spider just cuz they don't like spiders and then breaking in to my car

My cameras basically broken but here's a shitty pic of 'er

#spider #spiders #i love spiders #spider are cute #spooders #spooder friends #frands

[garf-core]

a favorite among my classmates

It looks like the moon will stay full until I get to meet you again. A spider watching over its web of stars- we are the dismembered bugs searching for our pieces in her stomach. I think I’ve known the answer for a really long time now, and I think it’ll dissolve my heart, because against all odds I’m an optimist. Your words are honey coating my claws. A natural conclusion.

I’ll stare at the sky long enough for it to turn my favorite shade of grey. I swear I’ve lived on a cloud before. Patting the stubble of my scalp and knowing no one else has touched it. On the surface I’m a quick learner but it took me 20 years to figure out how to untie a bow. At this rate, I’m certain I’ll never get my hands to lightly twist into yours.

(I said I’d never see the sun again unless it first touches your back)

He kept his hand around me as we sat on a ledge, even when there was no longer a threat of falling. I felt the tightness of his grasp. The warmth of his arm pressed against the side of my body; so shockingly affectionate that I jolted awake. In that instant I again felt that I denied myself of what I truly want.

(All I want is for you to hear me, vibrations from your mitral valve.)

Driving further away from you and ending up just as close. Cutting states lines in half with my toes, I carried something from coast to coast. Maybe it’s the allergies, or all the bad moods. I hope they wash away in the mountains, sweated out in salt water. Then when I come back I’m blank, ready for anything you may or may not feel.

After you touched me I didn’t touch myself for a week. I didn’t need to, all I’d do was lay in bed and remember how dense you felt around my waist. Your fingers dug in flesh and roped me into you. That memory evokes a unique feeling, the only happy one I can’t control. As soon as you left I bent over in pain. My guts tried to burst out and follow places I couldn’t go. As I drove four hours to see you yesterday my legs wouldn’t stop trembling, accelerating unsteadily while my ankle jiggled. And then I saw you and I was grounded spine to toe. It’s never mattered what you think of me, if you throw a thousand stares or if it’s a coincidence every time, because none of this equals the thing I beg for. Around 1:00am, northern Indiana, I catch my second falling star. Pushing out a wish before a thought, I asked for you to be mine.

#made of pieces of other poems so i might accidentally post those versions too #my poetry #poetry #writers on tumblr #my writing

[trickster-whim]

Playing TAPS and slowly shaking my head like “damn...” for another cute, affordable bjd company that seems to have just disappeared(?)

5star doll was never super popular, but they made some of my favorite little guys, and I went to check the website a while back, and it wasn’t loading right, and now it leads to a really sketchy mug company U_U

What made me think of it in the first place was that I’ve bought a body from a collector online and wanted to check if the site had any photos or anything, and I just saw these mugs. The same thing happened with Hujoo, a company I was going to buy from when I got my next paycheck, but before I ever got the chance the company just wasn’t there anymore.

I don’t know if these companies do exist but I just can’t find them (a possibility, especially since I’m in America), or what happened, but the gossipy bitch in me just wants to know what’s going on. And, tbh, it's always just a little sad when artists disappear from the internet. A lot of the bigger companies will have some sort of announcement or event when they close, but others just... stop having a web presence. It's not like the 5star doll threads on DoA were ever incredibly popular, so it's just... kinda sad idk. Unless they come back, of course.

But, since they seem to be gone for the time at least, a moment of silence for some of my favorite dolls I never got to buy from them (photos from the archived website, even though there's higher-res ones available if you're not lazy like me)

Aiden and Yami are the biggest reason I got into the company! A baby Hellboy bjd? Sign me up! And they always had the cutest clothes tbh.

Jadeite and Tony (Super Kid) don't really go together, but I'm bad at formatting. Bug bjds are really pretty rare, and Jadeite has the sweetest face. All the owners' photos I've seen of them just look so precious! And I like the scale of this Tony, but I don't think I ever saw owner photos...

Ofc I like Light and Dark. They have pretty interesting faces, and I like Dark's 3rd eye. Again, not sure I've seen many non-stock photos of these boys, but they compel me.

Amy seemed to be pretty popular comparatively, and she's got a sweet face, plus I love pointy ears. ANd good ol' Batboy is another one who got me into the company. I'll look for him secondhand because Batboy.

I actually do have these last two, Tong Tong and Quintus, but I got them secondhand and not complete, and also I just really like them, so they're going on the list

So yeah, I don't know if the company's still around but just less online, or if they're gone, or something else. But I've always been a fan, and it's sad to see, one after another, my favorite dollmakers closing or disappearing. I don't have anything profound to say, just thinkin'! And hoping my Super Star body gets here unscathed so I can have a little more of the company u+u

#5stardoll #Has anyone made a Defunctland parody(?) about doll companies that just disappeared one day called Defunctbrand?