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Running With The Wolves

Wolfwalker!Moon Knight (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You're on the verge of being labeled a witch, but can one handsome stranger (and his two "brothers") save you from the same cruel fate as your mother, who was labeled as one and burned at the stake?

Can you handle the truth about your heroes identities, despite it all? Would you find out who your masked savior truly was beneath his cloak?

Only you could answer that.

TW/CW: Witch hunts, violence, graphic violence, graphic death, blood, public execution, parental death, persecution, grief, depression, Wolfwalkers AU, Moon Knight AU, incorrect lore

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I was watching Wolfwalkers and it gave me the idea for the boys. I did a little research into the lore, so some will be inaccurate (my pagan ancestors would frown upon me lmao) as well as historically inaccurate; so what is in this fic is largely based on the film. It will be especially inaccurate because y'know, Marc is American and Jake is Spanish and Steven is English etc, as well as Khonshu being around (but in the comics he's had a Viking Moon Knight so this isn't too far fetched he'd be in a place like Ireland) so please bear with me, my poor mind has been going through it lately and I wanted to write somethin' pointless, so enjoy this weird ass AU I came up with! (Header does not indicate the reader's race!)

Taglist: @enheduannasposts

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PT. 1

"I heard tha's the girl who lives on the outskirts." You heard a young woman whisper to her friend. Her accent was clearly not from Ireland. She sounded like one of the people from England. They'd been arriving slowly but surely, like a trickle from a leaky bucket, since you were a child.

Your skin prickled as you looked over the vegetables in the market stall, tended to by an old woman who was blind in one eye. Mary, her name was. Mary was probably one of the only around here who was kind to everyone, unless they gave her a reason not to. And those two English girls certainly gave her a reason...

"Aye, ye two hussies best be leav'n this girl be!" She spat, waving her old wooden stick around. "She 'ent done nothin' to ye!"

The two women jumped back with a yelp and scurried off, an armored guard eyeing you and Mary warily.

Your nose crinkled at him and you turned your nose up as you looked back at the crop Mary was selling.

"I'm sorry, lass. I don't like 'em either." Mary said, winking her blind eye at you.

You can't help but smile as you trade some herbs for the vegetables, placing the juicy morsels into your basket. "I just would like for things to go back to the way they were." You sighed.

"Like when I was a girl, before they came to our town. Things were fine, everything was in balance."

Mary leaned in, holding a finger to the sky as she spoke quietly to you.

"Aye, lass. But don't worry. The crimes these English folk are doin' to us? They'll be payin', mark my words! The land, the very sky itself is angry because we can't honor the promises we made so long ago." She grinned, half her teeth missing from old age. "Then, maybe we'll be forgiven."

"Aye, or maybe be consumed by the wolves and the forest while we're at it." You smile sadly. You remembered being safe in those woods as a girl, playing in the creeks, chasing birds and hares, the wolves singing on the breeze...

But the wolf attacks have become ever so common, now. None had been bitten, but their homes had been trashed, their livestock spirited away into the cover of night, wolf tracks everywhere. You were the only one whose homestead was spared. You often wondered why. The only thing different between your little plot and the rest of the homes that were driven empty was... wait.

They were all English.

You weren't. That house you lived in had belonged to your family for nearly half a century. The English farmsteads were placed on the grounds that were cleared by the King's woodcutters and soldiers, they were the ones being attacked. Not you.

But lately, you've heard other tales as well. A "devil in white" the King's men would ramble, their voices shrill with fear. A man in white armor who moved like a ghost, and fought like hell itself. You paid no mind, figuring it may be some hermetic hunter who called the forest home, who simply didn't want to have them invade his solitude.

Maybe--

"Lass, you should get home." Mary said, looking at you with worry as a small gaggle of women whispered and pointed at you. You were used to the stares, you'd been getting them as a child. But since the English arrived, those whispers became accusations.

"Witch."

Your mother had faced a similar accusation, given her odd habits and ways of whispering to the wind.

Some considered her addled, even moreso when she began raving of spirits and the voices she said came from the ground.

You remembered the night that she died, the horrible, evil way that she left this world.

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You were only twelve years old, gripped hard by the local men as the bishop to your village spoke from the Bible, quoting things about the crimes of witchcraft and how your mother could only be cleansed by fire.

You screamed, and kicked, and cried and cursed, but all that earned you was a punch to the gut as they lit the kindling beneath your mother's feet.

You'd heard tales of witch burnings, but you'd never ever thought such horrible deeds would come to your town; your safe, warm little home.

Your mother was strange, yes, but she taught you many things that had proven useful. The best herbs to cure the worst fever, the best tonics to drink to cure an ailing cough, how to track in the woods, how to trust the forest to show you the way home; but only if you respected it as a living being, and respected the souls who lived within.

She wasn't a "witch" to you.

She was your mother.

And she was right in front of you, burning.

"Mummy!" You screamed, your voice sounding as though you swallowed shards of pottery.

She looked at you, and smiled, crying and struggling against the ropes that bound her to the stake.

The fire crept up, up, until it reached her feet.

You could smell it--the acrid, disgusting stench of oil and burning flesh. You could see her skin blister, peel, and burn away as she screamed, begged for mercy. Mercy that the church was not willing to grant her.

You screamed and cried until your throat was raw and bloody, struggling until you broke free of the men's arms.

You didn't think twice on it--you leapt towards the pyre.

Your mother was dead. You knew this. But all you wanted was to hold her one last time, even if all that was left now was blackened, charred flesh.

Your soft, delicate hands burned, your dress beginning to catch aflame as you desperately tried to reach for what little remained of the woman you loved most in the world.

The pain was so blinding, so debilitating that your vision went white around the edges, and you saw the world begin to go dark.

"Damn it--put the girl out!" Was the last thing that you heard before you lost consciousness.

When you'd awoke, it had been two whole days since your mother's trial and burning. Two days since she plead to the "court" about how they were treating the land; that if they didn't change their ways they would all suffer for it.

The first face you saw was the bishop looking down at you with a solemn and sad expression, completely different from the way his eyes had gleamed maniacally as he cheered the death of your mother.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He said kindly, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Your arms and hands were wrapped in clean linen--or, well, as clean as they could get it, anyway--your burns itching and painful.

You gritted your teeth, feeling hot tears burn as you glared at him, your throat still raw and aching.

"You killed her!" You meant to yell, but it only came out a hoarse croak.

"Aye, girl, I did. But I took no pleasure in it."

Liar. Filthy, disgusting liar! You wanted to shout, You smiled when she screamed!

"Your mother was bewitched by the devil, don't you see? The only way to ensure she could make it to heaven was if she was cleansed by fire." He told you, his wrinkled eyes looking at you with such gentleness you could almost scarcely believe this was your beloved mother's executioner.

"At least now, you know your mother made it to the gates of heaven. And hopefully God finds it in Him to grant your mother eternal peace." He continued, "After all, she loved you greatly, and there is nothing more pure than a mother's love. Even if it was the love of a witch."

You bite back bile that wanted to rise--partly from the pain, partly from disgust--and turned your head away, your tears heavy like chains that hung from your lashes and held your eyes closed.

"So hopefully, we can pray she found salvation and forgiveness in the fact she loved you so."

His hand brushed a lock of burnt hair from your face.

"Don't worry, girl... You can go home. But I must implore you not to give in to the teachings your mother no doubt gave you. None of that talking trees or animals nonsense, you hear?"

You wanted to kick him, to bite his disgusting fingers off and pluck out his eyes. But... all you did was nod, and say:

"I understand."

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Later that night, barring the English women's gossip, you'd had a fairly decent day. Your snare on the edge of the forest had gotten a nice hare; providing you with some nice soft fur and meat and bone.

You'd spent your days thereafter doing much of the same work you'd done since you returned to your empty home the week your mother died. You gardened, placed more snares, cleaned the house, worked the loom, began weaving a small tapestry.

One night, you were broken from your tedium by heavy hands on your door, making you yelp and prick yourself with a needle.

You stuck your bloody fingertip in your mouth and stuffed the tapestry into your heavy wooden chest, rushing to your front door to see what was the trouble.

When you opened it, there was the bishop, flanked by two men in heavy plate armor. You felt a shiver creep up your spine; the sight was eerily similar to the night your mother was taken away, only this time the bishop looked so ancient he looked like a piece of dried, brittle leather.

"Dear girl, thank God you're alright." The bishop breathed, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

Your brow creased, and you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to cut you off.

"That... That man, that devil whom the townsfolk here and elsewhere have been seeing--he was here. Tonight! He killed four of the King's finest men!" He said, panicked, his touch cold and clammy.

"And earlier in the day... wolves. A pack of white wolves! I feared for you, girl. I know that you're alone and so far from town." He shuddered a breath. His lungs sounded awful, even to your ears. Honestly... If the man had allowed it, you could have fixed his long coughing illness. He's been suffering for years with it, sometimes to the point where his surmons had to be delivered by proxy.

He was suffering... but so had your mother, whom he murdered in the name of his god.

Your jaw was tight, and you nodded. "I... I see. I haven't been attacked yet, sir. B-but I will keep an eye out and alert you if I see anything strange."

You wouldn't.

"I don't want that devil to hurt anyone else."

You hoped he chased them all away.

He mistook your shaky voice for one of mutual fear for the man that haunted the nights, like the dreaded vampires back in England and the smaller towns and villages.

"Yes, dear girl." He put his hand to your cheek and smiled, his aged features twisting in agony. "A good girl. May God protect you."

"And He, you." You replied, the words tasting like rotten meat on your tongue.

"Such a good girl." He turned, coughing into his hand. "May God help civilise this land..."

Thunder boomed in the distance, almost as if the very sky itself was urging the cruel men on their way, to leave you be.

As soon as your door was closed, you grabbed a nearby cauldron and heaved it over to your hearth, hanging it from the iron hook and dumping the pail of water into it to boil.

You hastily stripped your clothes free and dumped them into the cauldron, rushing to find your small bottles of tonics.

When you'd found the ones you needed, you dumped them, alongside fresh herbs, into the pot with your soaking clothes.

You knew, based on your own observations, that those who coughed often spread it through touch or spit. And he had coughed into his hands and touched you; you simply don't want to take the risk.

You had to start selling your healing tonics "under the table" as Mary said, as cleaning agents for clothes and blankets just so you could pass it to the townsfolk with sick family. You hated doing that, but seeing a sickly child able to run around with her siblings again without fear of that wretched cough was worth the pain of lying.

You watched as the water bubbled, standing naked as you poked at the fabric with your long wooden spoon, swirling it around and around.

Once you deemed it hot enough, you carefully picked up the cauldron and set it on your stone slab at the mouth of your hearth, you scooped some of the herbal water into your wash bucket and began scrubbing at your clothes mercilessly to rid it of any possible sickness.

Once they were clean enough, you hung them near the fire to dry (but not close enough to catch fire while you were asleep).

You felt goosebumps chill your skin as the wind rattled your shutters, so you grabbed a heavy woolen blanket to wrap yourself up in while you dug around for a new linen dress to put on.

It was a small comfort, given how early in the year it was, and these certain storms always brought unseasonably cold weather in their shadow, but you accepted it nonetheless.

You walked over to your wooden chest and pulled out your half-finished tapestry. It was one your mother started when you were barely hip-height; your father, strong and large, next to your mother, petite and soft. Interconnecting between them was you, holding their larger hands in your tiny ones.

Much of it was unfinished, and only within the last year did your grief finally allow you to finish what she started, as this was the only thing left that you had of her. When the church took her away, your mother knew they were coming, so she hid certain things out in the woods for safekeeping, only telling you their whereabouts. Once the church lifted it's eye from you one autumn day, you finally ran out into the clearing your mother hid her things in.

Being able to have something to visually remember your parents by wrenched your heart in a bittersweet way, but it was all you had of them, other than their rings you wore, hidden and slung low beneath your bodice so nobody would see.

You knew if the bishop found out... He would have them all destroyed, burned like your mother; and he would likely have you thrown into the stocks and publicly lashed as punishment.

In a twisted way, the bishop cared for you. He saw you as an innocent, God-fearing girl who had been brainwashed by your witch mother, whom only acknowledged the paganistic "Old Ways".

You hated having to keep up the act, but you didn't want to die. You owed it to your mother and father, wherever their souls were together, to live on.

You blinked, and a heavy teardrop splashed down onto the tapestry.

Your body jolted with the clap of thunder. How long had you been crying? Had you been crying this whole time, but didn't realize it? Oh, you hated how often these crying fits would strike you.

All you wanted to do was think of the happy times with your family, but it always came back to the fact that they were dead and you were alone.

You dropped back onto your bed, the old, dried wood creaking beneath your weight, the smell of the straw mattress stuffed with dried flowers and clovers soothing to your senses.

Your eyes felt heavy, weighted down from your painful thoughts, and you turned your head to look at the wreath above your bed, shamrocks with dried berries carefully strung together; it was something your mother taught you. You couldn't remember the significance of the thing, but making them when you were bored became a mundane comfort.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily.

You would need to check your snares in the morning.

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Your leather shoes squelched in the mud as you carefully made your way to the treeline early that next morning. You nervously chewed the inside of your cheek to check if the coast was clear before venturing into the bushes.

It was early enough none had arisen yet to start the day, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon as you set off into the forest.

Yes, setting your traps beyond the treeline was dangerous, as they would tell you, but you knew the game in the woods was fat and ripe, perfectly full of meat. If you could hunt at all, you would try your aim at shooting one of those slovenly bucks with a bow and arrow.

But a hunter you were not. Trap-maker, yes. But no hunter.

Your tiny iron dagger was slung low on your hip, your mostly-empty wooden sack carrying fresh bait for any snares that were sprung, or if the bait had been snatched.

The first two traps hadn't been sprung, but picked clean, most likely by birds and quick-witted squirrels. No luck in catching anything.

But as you neared your final trap, you heard an odd noise. A wheezing sound, almost, followed by heavy pants and a whimper.

Your footsteps stopped as you peered around the thick trunk of an ancient tree, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at the sight in front of you.

It was your last snare, set up with some bread and berries to lure in a rabbit or squirrel (as was your typical game) but it seems that this time, somehow... you snagged a wolf.

And this was not a normal wolf; it was one with fur as white as the coldest snow, now muddied and stained from the soggy ground it flailed around in; your snare secured firmly around its neck and front paw, cinching the two together in a painful manner.

Your heart broke as you saw the creature struggle and wheeze, choking out quiet howls that couldn't be heard through the underbrush.

With your jaw set tight, you stepped out of the clearing, and the wolf turned to you, trying to limp away.

"Shhh, hush, now." You soothe the animal, your hands out in front of you as you got lower, trying to seem less threatening.

Yes, the townsfolk feared wolves, but you wouldn't just leave this beautiful creature to slowly strangle to death on one of your own traps; your soul wouldn't be able to handle the weight of guilt.

"I won't hurt you, sweetie." You say, your voice calm and soft as you reached out.

The wolf snapped tentatively at you, whimpering as the pain of the cord dug further into its throat and paw, red stains now blotching the white fur.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you..." You urge the panicked animal. Your own eyes locked with its dark brown ones, and you could almost hear its thoughts plead:

Help me. Please. It hurts. Please!

You wait for the wolf to still, and sit its haunches on the ground, those big, pained eyes staring right through to your very soul.

Once the wolf is calm, you hook your fingers through the snare, reaching for the part of it that looped around, and try to loosen it enough for it to slip free.

But to no avail, the amount of flailing the wolf had done had twisted and cinched it to the point you couldn't. Your brow pinched and you nervously chewed the inside of your cheek before unsheathing your dagger.

Upon seeing the glint of the blade, the wolf whimpered and panicked again, beginning to flail once more as you reached for it.

"No!" You say, frantically trying to calm the beast. "Stop! You're making it worse! Please--I'm not going to hurt you."

You grunt as you leap forward, crushing the wolf against you in a bear hug, trying to calm its thrashing body as you swing your sharpened blade through the cord, severing it from the branch it was tethered to.

You sliced your thumb in an attempt to cut the cord around its throat, but you somehow managed it, your blood leaving fresh streaks of red and pink through the wolf's surprisingly soft fur.

You drop your dagger and release the animal, falling back on your bum as you carefully crawl away as the canine heaved for uninhibited air, its barreled chest shaking with effort.

Once it had collected itself, it limped up to you, it cut paw hanging an inch or two above the ground as its wet, charcoal black nose sniffed at your wounded thumb.

Its pink tongue laved out and lapped up your blood, as if to say "sorry" for causing you to injure yourself for trying to aid it.

Your eyes however, were drawn to the cuts into the wolf's throat and paw, oozing small rivulets of blood as it stared at you.

"Oh... You poor..." You breathed, rising to kneel on your knees, dirtying your skirt even more.

"I... Those can get infected. Please. I... I can help you..."

You don't know why you were trying to bargain with an animal, but somehow it paid off. The wolf nosed its way into your lap, ears flattened up and eyes pleading up at you.

"Okay..." You murmur, scratching behind one of its ears. "Let's get you home, boy. I have stuff there that can help ya."

The wolf whimpered.

"Er... Well, I assume you're male?" You chuckle awkwardly, trying to think of how to carry this large and hefty animal back home without being seen.

"I'm not gonna violate you by takin' a peek or anything." You clear your throat when one of the wolf's ears flop as "he" tilts his head at you.

"Er. Okay. Let's go..."

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It was easier than you thought, getting him back home. As the sun crept higher, the fog and mist were your ally as you smuggled the "dangerous" animal back to the safety of your home.

You had to haul him over your shoulders and beat feet through the underbrush. Once you were safely inside, you had to (with great difficulty) maneuver the wolf down onto your bed.

You chuckled when he rolled over--and he was most definitely a "he"--and began rolling this way and that into your blankets, making small huffs and growls.

"Ah-ah..." You murmur, reaching out to brush your hand through his muddy fur. "You might make your injuries worse, 'kay, m'love?"

That seems to get the wolf's attention. You weren't sure if he could understand you, which honestly had you thinking you were crazy, but the way he sat up and stared at you, one ear flopping down as he looked up into your eyes sent a strange feeling through your body.

"Hmm..." You murmur, brushing your fingers tentatively around his wounded throat. From his muddy thrashing he'd accumulated a fair amount of dirt, and that would lead to infection.

You hike your skirts up and tie them around your waist, and you could almost swear you saw a look of modesty cross the wolf's eyes as his ears slicked back against his head and he buried his muzzle into your warm blankets.

You scratch the back of your head, a little confused at his reaction as you adjust your knickers and rush to gather your herbs you'd need, plucking dried leaves and roots that hung above your hearth.

You set the herbs down into your mortar and pestle and begin to grind them down, mixing them evenly into a dissolvable mass that would melt in the water once you'd boiled it.

You crack your knuckles and grab a pail, untying your skirts and smoothing them out, frowning at the mud stains as you reach for your door, making a "shush" gesture to the wolf.

"Stay quiet and don't go near the windows! It's dangerous if you're seen." You gently urge him before slipping outside into the morning light once again.

The trek to the well was always annoying, but your neighbors never minded you coming to fetch water, knowing how dangerous it could possibly be for you to hike to the creek at the edge of the forest just to get yourself some of the life-giving liquid.

You inwardly cringed when the Kenny's daughter, Aisling, was already at the well; her belly already round with her unborn child. Barely 19 years of age and she was already with a babe; she was often sickly as a child, this you remembered, so her family (namely her husband) was very concerned about her well-being and that of her impending birth.

Upon seeing you approach, Aisling smiled widely and waved at you, saying your name chipperly, almost like an excited morning bird.

You were really hoping not to have a conversation so early, afraid someone would know you were harboring a wolf inside your home...

"Hello, Aisling. Feeling well this morning?" You hum innocently at her as you tie your pail up, before cranking the wench and lowering it down to the water below.

"Yes, surprisingly!" She giggled, patting her belly with a soft smile. "M' little one decided it was a good day to let mummy keep food down."

"That's good! I still recommend broths if you feel nauseous, however..."

"I know, I know. My mum is constantly making sure of that." She sighed with a roll of her eyes, hooking her own two pails of water onto her yoke.

Your hairs raised and you reached out, the wench slipping from your hands and your bucket dropping all the way back down into the water below the earth.

"No! You mustn't lift something that heavy." You caution. "It's not good for your baby."

"Ohhh! You sound like my father." She sighs, frowning deeply, her hands on her hips. "I'm not helpless, y'know!"

"Yes, I'm aware, but--"

"Aisling!" Her husband panted, trotting up to the both of you. He was at least a decade or so older than she was, but nonetheless it was a good match; he seemed to love her greatly. He was English, and one of the few kind ones you've known, in fact. A gentle giant.

This fact was emphasized when his large bulky hand reached down to touch her belly, sighing with relief. "No, no, you know that you can't be out here alone! The wolves!"

"I 'ent seen no wolves!" Aisling pouted up at him.

"That doesn't mean no wolves see you, m'love." He sighed dejectedly at her. He gives you a kind smile and a nod, hoisting the yoke over his own shoulders, "Aye, lass. Glad to see someone else talking some sense into my pretty little wife, here..."

"Bah!" Aisling scoffed, throwing her arms in the air as she waddled back down to their house.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "I swear, if we have a girl and she turns out like her..."

"You'll have your hands full, alright." You sigh, cranking the wench again.

"Aye." He says, giving you a cautious look. "But, I must warn you, the same way I did Aisling... with these wolves about, it's dangerous..."

"I know." You smile. "I'll be fine."

"Alright..." He replies, giving you one last look before going back home to his wife and family.

You on the other hand, rushed back home with your water to your waiting furry companion...

You almost dropped the pail of water when you saw what he was doing. Somehow he managed to nose open up the chest containing your mother's things, and was insistently sniffing the tapestry.

"Ah! No, no, no!" You frantically say, setting the water down to rush over, gently shoving his snout to the side to close the chest.

"Gah..." You sigh in relief, and smile softly at the wolf, reaching out to pinch and squish his cheek. And surprisingly, he took it well, making a little "whurf!" as you do.

"Don't go through my stuff, it's not very polite after I risked my arse you take care of you." You chuckle, setting yourself to task of boiling the water with the ground herbs. You kneel next to the remaining bit of water on the floor, dipping a rag into the pail and making a clicking noise with your teeth.

The wolf tipped his head to the side, ears pricking up at the noise as he slowly moseyed over to you shyly.

"Oh relax, I won't poison ya." You chuckle, dabbing the soaked cloth onto his fur, cleaning him of the muck.

He of course, did not like this. He whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs, his gorgeous brown eyes pleading with you.

"Ah! That won't work on me, Mister... You need to be clean before I can clean your wounds!" You cluck at him, not falling for his cute little attempt.

Thankfully, he sits there and lets you gently massage the mud away, carefully cleaning around his wound sites before hastily grabbing the pot of boiling water and pouring some into a wooden bowl.

You scratch behind one of his ears and say softly, "Now... I'm going to take care of you, okay? Now... just let me..."

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"No! Down! Bad wolf!" You groan, watching as his tail wagged happily, one of your kirdles firmly in his jaws, daring you to come get it.

"Ooooh! I should have left you in the woods!"

His ears flatten back and his eyes get big, giving you the sweetest, saddest look you've ever seen...

And it definitely broke you.

"Ah... You little... mouth off my clothes!" You grunt, tugging the garment from between his teeth, groaning at the sight of tears from his fangs.

He dropped down onto his front paws, wagging his tail happily as he makes a playful whine and yip.

"Oi! Ya seem just fine now!" You scold the animal, shaking the torn kirdle in front of him.

It was true. In just one day, your furry companion seemed to have healed miraculously faster than what was natural. It concerned you... but you didn't feel threatened by the creature's playful antics.

If anything, having him around made you feel less... lonely.

Dinner was almost ready, a simple stew with vegetables and salted meats tossed in. You weren't sure if wolves could eat such a meal, but you would feel awful if you were eating and your new friend merely had to sit and watch.

You sigh and toss your clothes aside, watching with a snort as the wolf playfully dove for it, rolling around and kicking it with his feet as you used your ladle to scoop two bowls.

You curled your feet beneath you as you plopped a spoon into your bowl before placing the spare on the floor. Your wolf's ears perked up and he sniffed the air, licking his chops as he abandoned your torn-up kirdle in favor of investigating the food you placed for him.

You smiled around your mouthful as he accidentally dipped his nose too deep into the broth, whipping his head around with a heavy snort.

"Ah, that's not how you eat, by the way..." You hum innocently, and again, your wolf gives you an almost human reaction, flattening his ears back as he seems to glare at you for a moment, before lapping at the food, curling his tongue around to eat the bits of veggies and meat.

"Oh, I'd love to keep you, but you don't belong here, fella." You say, scratching his ear softly in an affectionate way. Your skin crawls when you hear a mournful howl travel from the forest, across the fields, and into your house.

Your wolf whimpers and looks at you.

"As soon as you're ready, I'll sneak you back out to the woods." You promise him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

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He looked out from the treeline, his glowing white eyes staring out from the darkness.

A large, fluffy animal--a gorgeous white wolf, fur stained with mud--sidled up next to him, ears flattened back.

"Still no sign of him?" He sighed, frustrated.

The wolf whimpered, his tail tucking and nose dipping towards the ground in a response that seemed to say "no".

"Damn it!" The man roared, his fists balling tight as he began to pace angrily.

"Still no sign of your third?" A deep voice rumbled from the trees.

He lifted his gaze to spot him in all his imposing glory--Khonshu; god of the night sky, the moon, justice and many things in-between. His lithe frame ominously perched on the limb of an ancient, thick tree. One of his legs dangled down while the other supported his arm, his dominant hand clutching his staff in a tight-fisted grip as he stared down at him.

But mostly, he was his fist of vengeance. He was dispensing justice against those who imposed their will on the weak; like the other Englishmen who oppressed the local populace with their threats of jail, execution...

He also had to deal with bandits. Bandits, constantly seemed to prey upon travelers trying to find better places to live, to eke out a livelihood to support their families.

But right now, he was on edge.

He was incomplete. He was missing a vital part of himself. Someone he would not be able to fully function without.

Finally, his tongue unglued itself from the roof of his mouth and allowed him to speak.

"No."

"He is alive. I can feel it." Khonshu sighed, almost sounding bored. "You and your wolves... Sometimes they are a gift... other times it is a curse."

It was true... there weren't many of his kind left, and they were useful as a commodity, but also a vast hindrance if they were separated. Very few were born after being hunted to near extinction, and even fewer still were bitten and turned.

He tipped his head to the side, "He will come back. But until then, we have work to do. There is a group of soldiers that have taken women and children from their homes. I'm sure you can deduce what it is that they intend to do to them. I want you to stop them and set their captives free." Khonshu tapped his staff against the thick bark of the tree, and in a sharp breeze, he vanished.

"Right..." He said, his throat tight; his body thrumming with anxiety, his hand shaking immensely at the strain of lacking such a vital part of himself. He wondered still, if he would be able to control himself, to hold himself back without him.

His wolf companion moved forward, nudging his snout into the palm of his hand, whimpering softly.

Sparing one last glance over the countryside, he made a hefty sigh.

"Where the hell are you?"

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Pt. 2: I will get to it eventually, I swear you guys

Extra super late author's note:

Yeah it's gonna be at least one or two more parts. I am gonna split it up to ease on the scrolling time for you guys! That and it feels neater than cramming so many lazy time skips into one post. I am going to get the rest of my drafts cleared (hopefully) and begin eating away some of those asks I have piled up in my inbox (that Tumblr didn't manage to delete by some miracle...)

My trip might be postponed, dealing with a lot at home, like me almost burning the house down today and almost passing out from the damn smoke because wooooo fire is bad

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have none whatsoever!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

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Choose your favorite!

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What fans say:

Inside Out:

Besides the fact of "being a Pixar movie", this movie is a masterpiece, and it has really impacted me. Its message about accepting that "bad" emotions such as sadness are part of life and have its positive side and that "good" emotions like joy can be negative and toxic is really important and one that I'm still trying to internalize 8 years since I first watched the movie.

Wolfwalkers:

The animation is absolutely gorgeous, with a unique style. The music is wonderful, the story is touching. What's not to love!!!!!!

It's beautiful! If I'd watched this as a young girl it would've done something to my brain, in a good way. It's about being stifled by England and those in power, in 1600s Ireland. It's about little girls becoming best friends. It's really sweet, and wonderful. I love the scene where Robyn gets to really have fun and play as a wolf.

Wolfwalkers has beautiful stylized animation. The story is about conflict between the oppressive English colonizers of an Irish town, and their old ways of living in harmony with the forest. When the main character Robyn is in the town, the style she and the backgrounds are drawn in have an angular style made up of flat shapes that don‘t turn in perspective, similar to a woodcut print, showing the limitedness of the town worldview. When Robyn is in the forest at first she is drawn in the town style, but as she is introduced to Mebh, the style shifts to a loose, pencil-lined style with soft shapes and forms that turn three-dimensionally. Later, at key points in the story, Robyn shifts between these styles to reflects whether she is conforming to or breaking away from the town‘s rigid system. It‘s a beautiful way to subtly tie animation to storytelling. I also of course love the story for its queer, environmentalist, and anticolonial themes. It‘s an excellent movie and everyone should see it.

It has some wonderful animation, especially in the wolf scenes, and tells a story that pulls from the history of the English colonisation of Ireland.

The art style is gorgeous and the story is lovely.

It is the most beautifully done 2d animation I've ever seen, beautifully drawn and with such interesting stylistic choices for the backgrounds and the character design, the best shapes. Perspective is really played around with in wide shots that show the town, giving it an even more boxy and closed-off feel to it! My favorite scene would have to be when the song Running With The Wolves by AURORA plays. It makes me cry like a baby they're so beautiful and playful and free and learning to have strength and courage.......

It tells a really beautiful story about identity and friendship and being brave enough to stand up to your oppressors

The animation is gorgeous and well-utilized to convey tone/mood and also little wolf girls are valid and the scenery is [chef’s kiss]

The animation is really stylized which I like. The art style is one-of-a-kind, changing slightly depending on what's happening in the story. Like, for example, Robyn, one of the main characters in the story, started being drawn using cleaner lines when she was still "civilized", in contrast to Mebh, a girl from a tribe that lives in the forest and can turn into a wolf. As Robyn started becoming "wilder", spending time w Mebh, the lineart becomes more sketchy. It's just a really really pretty film. The story is also really really good. The characters are complex and develop throughout the movie. You can understand why Robyn's dad acts the way he does, but still allows him to see the errors in his ways. Also Mebh and Robyn are just fuckin adorable. This movie made me cry so hard and I hardly ever do that Also the soundtrack? MYGOD. perfect. Favourite scene is definitely Mebh and Robyn's wolf scene where Robyn was learning how to be a wolfwalker. The music and animation in that is so good. Idk i really i really love this movie bc it feels so... ALIVE. It uses the animation medium really well, doesn't shy away from the 2Dness and stylizeness of it, which I wish more animated stuff would do.

The animation !!!! Is so gorgeous !!! The art style is so gorgeous, in some places super details and in some moments mimicking medieval styles with symbolic (rather than realistic) perspective, it's so so so beautiful. The music is also amazing, and the story is beautifully put together, it will make you weep.

#Inside Out #Wolfwalkers #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

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Do Wolfwalkers have a kind of Dark Side reaction? I can see Ezra threatening to tear off Maul's face as a wolf---

OUHGGHGHH FOR SURE

The wolves are in part a manifestation of one's connection to the Force (see Lore) and would definitely be affected by the Dark Side.

I imagine they slowly become more unpredictable and dangerous as wolves. The wolves may be restless even when they are awake, ravenous, itching to rip and rend. They grow unsettling. It's subtle but they seem ever so slightly off to those around them. They have too many teeth. You turn your back and feel like you are being watched and hunted even if you know them. They seem normal when looking directly at them, but turn your head and for a split-second you see this in your peripheral.

I've also been toying with the idea of wolfwalkers having a sort of kill mode, but it's just a wolf thing, not necessarily a Dark Side thing. Though I imagine it is way more volatile in dark wolfwalkers. But think about it, usually the wolfwalkers would be instinctively very careful with their teeth. Unless fighting another wolf, they fight without biting as much as possible, at least not enough to draw blood. So as not to wolf random people. Until they intend to kill you. You piss one off enough, if they hate you enough, you're gonna bypass bite safety and activate kill mode. It no longer matters if they bite as long as they finish you.

I've actually decided this is how Baylan gets wolfed. By Sabine. She'll try to kill him at some point (probably attempting to escape the Sion after they've landed but gets caught) and nearly succeeds but Wolf Shin intervines, and bc Baylan survives (barely), he's now a wolfwalker. Sabine's real unhappy about it. She made him worse.

I haven't done much with the Maul situation bc I haven't thought of anything interesting that wouldn't create a domino effect I don't want to deal with. But like I can't not so we'll see if I squeeze in a short chapter about it. Maul would probably just be like. Wow neat trick, you must be sooo powerful to be able to do that, waaay more powerful then your pathetic Jedi master deserves to train, I'm just saying all the more reason to be my apprentice-

#lothwolfwalkers #sww asks #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars rebels #swr

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py-dreamer · 6 months

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Shadowalkers Au

Ok so I said I was gonna make this so here we go...

(I literally came up with this idea in the subway help) (I'm going to assume y'all have watched the movie)

Basically: Lmk cast in Wolfwalkers.

BUT

There is a little bit of different lore here

For starters, they're not wolves anymore. (it just didn't really make sense to me to make them into a different animal especially since both celestial primates can do the 72 transformations like it's no biggie) They're more like the enormous f*ck you smoke monster that Macaque introduced in his first episode. So you're a person when you're awake and a shadow when you're asleep.

Macaque takes the role of Mammy here and Bai He the role of Mebh Xiaotian plays Robyn and Wukong as Goodfellowe, ok? ok.

Bai He gets to be a little gremlin, Mk is big brother, Wukong is Good Dad TM and while not in here as much, Mac is also Good Dad TM

Now Mk and Wukong are regular stone monkeys from a far away mountain (SWK doesn't have all his OP taoist superpowers here). Their old home was burned down and they were forced to move. Wukong was already serving as a disciple under master Tripitaka when he took in a baby MK as his own. Tripitaka sadly perished in the fire.

The new town they move to is called the Diyu ruled under the 10th king in a long line of monarchs (why the background seemed so dark and a bit sinister in the last pic). Wukong serves as a hunter to get rid of all the shadow creatures in the nearby woods who seem to have a mind of their own.

But why get rid of them? Well you know how in the mythos, the Diyu was the land of the dead? Well in this au, Shadowalkers are known to be real but very rare and they have the power of healing and are said to be able to control the line between life and death. See what I'm getting at here?

Now because of Wukong's intense fear of death, and in this au he'd already been taught by the monk and now has a son of his own to worry about and without the layers of immortality to shield him, I figured, he'd be a lot more cautious and closer to Goodfellowe in this way. He'd still be more carefree and playful of course but he's still under the firm grip of the command of the king. (the circlet thingys on his gloves also signifies this)

The majority of the population here are humans since I wanted to single out Mk and SWK here and it just made sense so for the majority of the time, they wear cloaks so as to not frighten everyone.

Ok so about the abilities of the shadowalkers, oh boy,

One, they can heal. Two, they have their smoke monster like forms. Three, they can travel through shadows themselves and mare most powerful at night. When they travel in the shadows, they're flat like the surfaces they travel on. And like in the movie, a bite from a shadowalker can turn you into a shadowalker too.

Also concentrated light can hurt them. So for example a flame-tipped arrow can hurt them but not a small ray of sunlight.

Mk sneaks out after his dad one day (idk who could play the role of merlin here) and somehow finds Bai He and gets bitten in the woods. They bond and it's just an adorable thing yada yada.

At night, Mk finds out he's become a shadowalker and finds Bai He. She teaches him their ways and he returns home only to be found by the town who freak out. Wukong himself tries to impale him with his staff but fails. Mk is able to escape and make his way into the palace.

He finds a humongous smoke monster in a cage (aka macaque) and deduces that this must be Bai He's missing dad. But when he tries to free him, Mac tells him to get Bai He and leave cause it's to dangerous and Mk gets found by the king himself.

He wakes up in his person body and tells whoever plays Merlin to find Bai He and leave. She doesn't believe this and runs into town to find MK who's working and reluctantly does what she's told but feels betrayed.

Then she hears word that they were going to execute a giant shadow creature that the king had caught and runs to find it as she realized that they were talking about her dad.

She finds him all caged up and to stop her from getting hurt, Mk calls over to the village kids that he's caught the monster and they put her in a wooden cage (noo...the babies...)

Bai He breaks out anyways, runs to her dad and Wukong is told to catch the girl but Mac ain't having that no no no.

He goes from 0 to 100 and bites Wukong in the arm, giving Bai He the chance to escape but being locked up again in the process. Bai He declares war on the town and runs off.

We have the whole confrontation scene between MK and his dad and Mk frees Mac and they run off to escape. And FINALLY Macaque can reunite with his daughter (see I can be nice...)

...before getting impaled by Wukong's magic staff (nevermind)

(how on brand)

Bai He flees with the shadow creatures and the dying spirit of her father while MK tries to follow after them with Wukong holding him back. Mk falls asleep and transforms in front of his dad before the army caught up.

We have the whole climax battle between the imperial forces of the Diyu and the shadows + WUKONG GETS TO TRANSFORM INTO HIS 3 HEADED KAIJU WAR FORM HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(if you couldn't tell, I have a soft spot for this gremlin)

Then we have my personal favourite scene where the kids heal Macaque and HE'S ALIVE AGAIN YAY

They welcome Wukong into their troupe and FINALLY are able to leave and find their new home...

flower fruit mountain

Gosh that was a mouthful! I'm gonna go to bed now before I get yelled at...

I'll see if I update this au much with like redrawn scenes from the film or headcanons and such but idk, but feel free to drop any ideas in the comments!

(come to think of it, I should also make one of these for shennanigans in space..)

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ink-bunny-blue · 7 months

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PumpkinPitch Event from WriteblrGarden:

A Pocket Of Moons

(Progress: Draft 3 complete)

Blurb:

When a painfully shy painter, Madeline, escapes an arranged marriage she takes refuge in a forest believed to be endless. And in the overgrown ruins of a cathedral with a dark past, she meets Enoch, a creature who lives the life of both human and animal. Their friendship blossoms, and together they tell stories and explore the wilds, unravelling secrets about themselves and the world they live in. But a dark and wild force emerges from the forest: a cult of others like Enoch led by a mysterious human who wishes to claim Enoch’s sanity as its own. It is up to Madeline to save her beloved friend before he falls too far into madness to be saved.

Extract:

Madeline didn’t tremble this time. Her heartbeat leapt from excitement, not terror. There were no words to be spoken in this moment, so she inhaled deeply, walking towards it as though hypnotised, steps slow and deliberate. The beast rose and did the same, mirroring each step, almost becoming her in its movements as it descended the steps from the altar. Their eyes locked, staring deep into each other’s as they shared a silent understanding, an unspoken bond between human and animal. They moved together, step by step, as if rehearsing some kind of strange dance. As the two met in the centre of the apse, Madeline crouched, becoming level to the creature. Its fur smelt of rich woodsmoke, olive eyes deeply lucid. She reached out a hand, fingers unfurling as slowly, gently, she brushed the side of the creature’s face. It lent into it, blinking slow, then drawing its gaze up to hers. Its fur was incredibly soft, and the warmth from its dense muscles radiated beneath her hand. She wasn’t afraid of the flashes of white teeth inside its mouth, nor the unfamiliar hiss of its breath. What Madeline felt then was a true sense of understanding, and by the look in the hound’s oddly human eyes, she knew it felt something similar- some mutual knowledge or silent intimacy- a compassion without love. She remembered the note with the looped handwriting, and the book on her doorstep, then shivered with the possibility: “Are you… Enoch?”

Other info

Content warnings: Animal death, Cannibalism, Cults, Child death, Sexual harassment

Comparisons: Wolfwalkers, Midsommar, Frankenstein, Grimm's Fairy Tales, The Wolf Children

(Image Source: Frederic Sackrider Remington, Moonlight Wolf. Edited by me)

#pumpkinpitch #writblr #writeblr #a pocket of moons #writers on tumblr #wip #writeblrgarden

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AU List (Updated)

Sooooo, I’ve realized I have 18 Wild Kratts AUs... so I updated the AU list I made a long time ago... when I only had like nine AUs or something like that...

WK Hazbin Hotel AU: Hazbin Hotel but with the Wild Kratts characters.

Wolfwalker AU: After getting a bite from a wolf cub, Jimmy starts seeing things. He barely sleeps ever since.

Mystichal brothers AU: Part 1: The bros discover the flewin DNA in their family thanks to Chris, but he runs away for five year, why? Part 2: Martin is attended in a strange hospital, after that, he senses dark enery coming from himself, but he can’t control it.

Experiment 351 AU: Chris curses the day when his old childhood friend murdered his brother to turn him into a doll... He’s a crazy pshycopath... wait, is that 350?

Spy Japan AU: Working for an independent force from the former Kanaichi agency, the bros dedicate their lives to protect the town of Korosaki from the other forces.

Collision AU: The WK survivor has to get back the souls of all the Wild Kratts of the multiverse which were stolen by the villains of each universe, it’s been 1 year and a few months already and yet... nothing.

Demon & Ghost AU: Chris discovers that William is not his real dad. Martin and his family know this, expect for Chris, obviously. They wanted to keep his real dad away from him, and it worked... until now...

The WK Resistance AU: Zach released a slight zombie virus to kill the wk crew, but he ended up starting the apocalypse.

Spy Robot AU: Zach had some good three years creating and calibrating the new robot clones of the wk crew to finish them once for all, let’s hope it works.

Fairy princess AU: Aviva is interested in Chris since she was a little girl. But, she’s a princess and she can’t be with a little farmer boy like him, can she? Meanwhile, the Kratt family hold a secret, no one can know about it, especially the royal family.

Criminal AU: Chris and Martin enter the criminal career to get enough money to afford the so-called cure for Martin’s unique dissease, but they have to deal with the police and stuff, especially a new symptom Martin will develop soon.

Dr J. Kratt AU: Fascinated by all the scientific wonders of animals and blinded by the wish of knowdlege, he quits the WK crew and becomes a villain. Martin still can’t belive that new villain is his little brother.

Matrix error AU: Omar dissapeared five weeks ago. Desperated and with no other choice, Koki, his older sister, calls an old “friend”, Jimmy, the only one who can help her with this case.

Snake's Garden AU: Martin reunites with his college band. But now he has a new challenge from their old rivals and the return of a speciall someone, someone he thought he would never meet again.

Next Gen AU: Agatha makes a deal with his own father, earn some approval from him in exchange of finishing the new wild kratts crew. But she never thought of what could happen to her next.

Witchcraft AU: The bros are abandoned by her mother in a strange ride which takes them to the Fenix Witchcraft academy. Jus in time for a big event, where they team up with Aviva, Jimmy and Koki, the youngest of her class and witch rank.

Wild Animals AU: Martin runs a band with Chris and his friends, Jimmy and Koki. One day, a girl named Aviva shows up asking for a place to stay. She ends up making new music with them, changing the vibe almost completely, and Martin does not like this.

Creepy AU: The Kratt siblings had the perfect life, until Hanna was murdered... Martin suffered from depression and guilt, Chris’s schizophrenia was getting worse, everything was wrong!... Martin couldn’t hang on to this anymore... and he made a horrible mistake.

Alright... For now because I know myself) This are all the AUs I have. Bro, the last list I made about this was so much short, but hey! It’s always good to come up with new stuff.

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dinosquad-central · 9 months

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Good evening. I need to speak my idea into the world even though I have no idea whether or not you'll get it. Have you seen Wolfwalkers? I keep thinking about this like "Dinosquad-but-its-Wolfwalkers AU", where they are like magic forest beings? I have no idea if this makes any sense and this is like a combo of niche fandoms but I needed someone to see this, thank you for listening.

Okay, first off, sorry it took me several days to respond. I got this ask and as soon as I looked up the movie I wanted to watch it because it has so many thing I love, but I don't have Apple TV+ (anyone who does, and even if you don't like me, I encourage you to watch it, it's a beautiful film), so I had to find... ehem... alternate means of watching it. Then stuff happened I don't wanna get into. Anyway, I watched it this evening and can now give a proper response.

Without spoiling too much, for those who haven't seen it, it's a stunningly animated Irish film about an English girl who moves to Ireland with her hunter father and befriends/becomes a WolfWalker. They can transform others into WolfWalkers by biting them, and are otherwise similar to werewolves but aren't exactly alike. They turn into wolves when they sleep, but their human bodies are still there, sleeping. It's like astral projecting but with a physical wolf body. They also have healing powers and can communicate with animals, but I'm gonna focus on the how they transform part for now.

So when you say "Dinosquad-but-it's-WolfWalkers AU", I'm not sure if you mean to imply that the squad turns into WolfWalkers or if they still turn into dinosaurs, but I'm gonna say they still turn into dinosaurs because I have more ideas for that. I'm bad at puns, so I'll let y'all make up your own "walking with dinosaurs"/"walk the dinosaur" puns and laugh at how funny you are.

So you start with Moynihan and Veloci, who are, in this, DinoWalkers. There used to be others, but they've all died off. Even the regular dinosaurs evolved or died, though they were once plentiful in this magic forest. Moynihan believes their time is over, but Veloci won't give up without a fight. Then five kids end up in the woods, possibly doing an environmental clean-up thing for extra credit in school. Veloci attacks them, bites them, and disappears.

Moynihan finds them, heals them—hoping if she does so fast enough the bite won't take—and then sends them home and tells them never to return to these woods. They shouldn't have been there anyway. Everyone in Kittery Point says there are monsters in those woods. Caruso warned them it wouldn't be worth the extra credit and what happened? They all got attacked! Thank goodness for that... witch?? lady?? and her healing powers???

Unfortunately, the next time they fall asleep... dinosaurs. Monsters. Dinos are a lot bigger than wolves, so instead of just scaring their families and the people in town, they also cause quite a bit of property damage. Rodger almost steps on his own sleeping body, and how scary would that have been? Their freak-outs wake up their whole neighborhoods, and everyone is terrified, maybe some people even get weapons, and they're driven away from town, back into the woods.

They run into each other as they enter the woods, and talk to each other, trying to figure out what's going on, that's when another DinoWalker finds them, Ms. Moynihan, in dinosaur form. She leads them to her den and explains what's happening before teaching them how to be dinosaurs. She warns them of Veloci, who turned them, who will try to make them join him in his inane plan to wipe out the nearby city so the dinosaurs will once again come back. They have to stop him from biting anyone else.

Not really sure where it goes from there. There's some misunderstandings with the squad's families. The people in town are freaked out and seem to be proving Veloci's point about humans for a while. Conflict conflict conflict. Obstacle obstacle obstacle. Big blow out fight where Veloci is cornered and... idk... I think in this AU he would have to die. But I don't think the squad kills him, I think humans kill him, proving his point about them, and instead of living in harmony the kids, in their human forms, retreat deep into the woods, never to be seen by civilized people again.

Happy ending version: The squad's families all choose their children over society, become DinoWalkers, and join the little pack, meaning, even though Veloci died, he got what he wanted: more dinosaurs. But Moynihan also got what she wanted by staying hidden and safe, she's just not as lonely anymore.

I'm not too sure about the ending tbh, that's just all I could come up with right now.

Thank you so much for the ask and for introducing me to the gorgeous movie, characters, and world that is WolfWalkers!

#dinosquad #dino squad #wolfwalkers (2020)#victor veloci #joanne moynihan #crossover #dinosquad au #dinowalkers au #ask #dino mod

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vendettavalor · 8 months

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@seeasunset said: Ship Bias (@ Cecilia)

⚔️ Ship Bias Meme // ACCEPTING ⚔️

// Cecilia is one of those muses I haven’t gotten the chance to write with a lot so she’s got a very limited number of ships to begin with. That being said, I’ll try to list some ships I think would work for her really well.

// These ships aren’t in any particular order and by no means does any one have more value to me than the others.

1. Cecil and Cecilia

Cecil and Cecilia is a ship I wrote with an old mutual over on Discord. The gist of it is that Cecilia got bonked by the some seal poachers but survived. The hunter in question dragged her home and she was disoriented but managed to escape, leaving her seal hide behind in the process. The hunter realized what she was and went on the hunt for her. Cecilia was lost and ended up being picked up by Cecil, also a selkie, and lived with him at his cottage for bit. Neither one of them knew they were selkies and basically had this slow friends-to-lovers type relationship. It was really cute.

2. Cecilia and Namu

What I guess you’d consider the “canon” ship for Cecilia. Cecilia and Namu have been friends for a long time though they never considered each other as romantic interests. But because of how the war was going, the Selkies turned to the Queen to see what they should do and she foresaw that the war would be won when the kingdom of the Selkies and the kingdom of Leviakin were joined by the marriage of these two. Neither one is interested in really fulfilling the prophecy but they understand their duties. Once they marry, they slowly ease into a comfortable romance and realize that they are in love with each other. Once they get their act together, they become stronger than ever and push mankind out of the seas entirely.

3. Vasco and Cecilia

A ship currently being written with @seeasunset , I really like the concept behind this ship being a soulmates type of deal. I love the idea of Siren Vasco and Cecilia being together, but I’m also obsessed with the concept of human Vasco being so connected with the sea that his true love is literally a part of it. And a princess at that. I would really love to write a more cohesive thread with them at some point and build on the idea of them slowly developing a deeper relationship!

4. Cecilia and Moll MacTire

More of a what-if type of ship, I could definitely see one of the few remaining Selkies and one of the last Wolfwalkers sharing a sort of kindred spirit-type friendship that blooms into a very loving, trusting romance. They share a lot of things, including old magic, the love of nature, a relationship with animals, and a desire to keep the legacy of their people alive. And also, a love of kids!

5. Cecilia and Johnny Topside/Delta

Another purely self-indulgent what-if type of ship, I cannot resist size differences in ships. It is so cute to me that she could probably sit on his shoulder. They're also very similar due to circumstances. Rapture is likely building into her kingdom and encroaching on her territory, and that's not even getting into the situation of the Little Sisters. I could totally see them crossing paths while trying to figure out what's going on with the sunken city, trying to help the Little Sisters, and forming a very tentative bond through their attempts to save the few innocents that remain in the ruins of the city.

#ask : is this what you wanted #ask game : when the bomb goes #mutual : all of my best friends #seeasunset #about : you’re just a lost cause #( ocm : cecilia seldona the selkie princess )#vasco / cecilia seldona : let me be your ocean love [seeasunset]

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dragongirlmesilune · 1 year

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Stealing Fire

(I wrote this for my friend @ibrithir-was-here it's based on their Endless Heirs AU, plus the recent 'The Sandman Universe: Nightmare Country' comics, which I feel would fit into their AU quite well, as it seems a certain golden eyed anthropomorphic personification is messing with their older brother YET AGAIN. Also, Daniel is about 18 in this.)

The last thing Madison Flynn remembered was her dead friend Kells snapping her neck on the orders of two murderous gimps, while said dead friend was being stabbed by a man with teeth for eyes who was apparently not only a serial killer, but also a dream, and now she was in some unending white void, probably dead, and her only remaining friend Robbie would probably be joining her momentarily.

She was pretty sure the situation could not get any weirder.

She was quickly proven wrong.

"Um... Excuse me? Madison Flynn?"

She whirled around at the sudden voice- and came face to face with a guy about her age.

Or, at least, it had the general shape of a guy about her age.

It- he, really, was white, unnaturally white. From his skin to his hair (which seemed to float about in defiance of gravity) to the robe he wore, everything about him was as white as a piece of paper. The only exceptions were the emerald that hung from a chain around his neck, and his eyes, which were black voids dotted with pinpricks of light.

Stars. Madison realized.

He has actual fuckin' STARS inside his fuckin' EYEBALLS.

The being seemed to notice her discomfort and took a step back, a slightly worried look on his face.

"You- you don't need to be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

It took her a moment to find her voice. "Am... am I dead?"

"Unfortunately."

"Are you death?"

He snorts a bit at that. "No, I'm not Death, thats my auntie. I'm Daniel. Cori asked me to talk to you."

It took Madison a moment to realize who he was talking about. "The Corinthian?"

"Yeah. He kinda works for my Dad, and he asked him to save you. Except, Dad is a bit... intimidating, so he decided to let me do the talking instead."

"Who... Who exactly is your Dad? What exactly is he?" Madison had a feeling the answer was going to be something big.

Daniel smiled gently. "Dad has a lot of names. Lord Shaper, King of Stories, Kai'ckul, Onerios, The Sandman... the name he uses most often is Morpheus, but his true one is Dream of the Endless. As for what he is... well, I think of him as a very polite Lovecraftian eldrich horror- insanely powerful, but you can't perceive his true form because your mind would melt into goo."

"I... see." Madison said, even though she really didn't. "And what does that make you?"

"I'm... complicated." Daniel scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You ever seen that movie Wolfwalkers, where the people's spirits become wolves while their bodies sleep? I'm kinda like that, except instead of a wolf, my spirit turns into... this." He gestured to himself.

Madison was silent for a moment, before she finally responded. "So which one of you is responsible for those bullshit dreams about my middle school bullies apologizing to me?!"

"Actually, neither of us is." Daniel said, his voice grave. "And that's a huge problem."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Whenever a being dreams, they come to a place called the Dreaming. But when Dad examined your body, he discovered you hadn't been there since you were little. Somehow, something has taken your ability to enter the Dreaming and has been feeding you false dreams in its place. And this 'Smiling Man', this waking nightmare you keep seeing who looks a little like Cori? Neither Dad nor I made him, and we've literally made every dream and nightmare there is. And it isn't just you either. There have been at least fourteen other people who've seen the Smiling Man- and most of them have died horribly in the past six weeks. Cori wants to hunt it- and whoever is behind it- down, but he wants your help doing it. I'm probably going to be coming along too, just so he doesn't start eating eyeballs again. And before you ask, no I won't be looking like this, like I said before, I'm a human when I'm awake."

"So, my options are to help a serial killer and a demigod solve the mystery of my death or just like... fuck off to heaven or something?"

"Pretty much."

Madison thought about it. From what Daniel had said, someone had been messing with her head for a long time, and whoever had done it was not only responsible for her death, but the deaths of multiple other people and judging by the way they had torched her dormroom and butchered Kells, they didn't care about collateral damage.

She had every right to rest in peace... but she couldn't.

Not when innocent people were dying and she could do something to stop it.

She stuck out her hand. "I'm in."

"Great!" Daniel said, grabbing the offered appendage. "Now hold still, I've never made a once-living person a new body before, and I don't wanna mess up."

"Wait- 'New body'?!"

Everything went white.

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The door to Limbo opened, and the Prince of Dreams stepped through, into the bloodstained living room where his Dad, Matthew, and the Corinthian stood waiting amongst several sleeping humans.

"So?" Dream asked.

"How did it go?"

Daniel smiled. "See for yourself."

There was the sound of wings, and a raven came to land on the floor. Unlike Matthew, however, this bird had plumage as white as Daniels robes. The raven glared at Daniel with black eyes for a moment before opening its beak to speak in Madisons voice. "You could've said I was gonna come back as a bird!"

He shrugged. "Well I couldn't exactly bring you back in your old form could I? Walking around with a dead person tends to draw unwanted attention, and this way you can go between the Waking and the Dreaming without my help. Plus, now Matthew doesn't need to run himself ragged trying to keep an eye on both me and Dad."

"Well I still would've preferred a warning! And who's Matthew?"

"That'd be me."

Madison let out a squawk of fright as she laid eyes on the tall, eerie figure of Dream, swathed in night colored robes with flame-licked edges and with an omen of death perched on his shoulder.

No wonder he let Daniel do the talking.

"Madison, meet my Dad, Dream of the Endless, and his raven Matthew."

"Hi."

"Greetings, Miss Madison." Dream nodded before looking at his son.

"She is white, Daniel."

"Hey, it was my first time! And I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered."

"I was not criticizing your work, merely stating a fact."

"Uh, my Lord?" The Corinthian said.

"I don't mean to alarm you, but Agony and Ecstasy are gone."

Sure enough, despite Dream having put them to sleep, both murderous gimps had vanished without a trace.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Daniel shook his head in disbelief.

"Interesting..." Dream mused. "It would take a considerable amount of power to recall them without my notice."

"Narrows down the suspect list, I'd imagine."

"Indeed. I suggest we return to the Dreaming for now, to formulate a plan of action."

"Sounds like a plan to me Dad."

"W-Wait! What about Robbie?"

Dream shook his head. "I can do no more for him, unfortunately."

"If its any consolation, he'll probably think this was all a dream." Daniel said.

"Hes holding my dead body!"

"... mostly a dream."

"Enough. It is time we leave. I trust you will be right behind me, Daniel?"

"Of course Dad."

"Good." Dream pulled a worn leather pouch from within his robes and opening it. "Corinthian, Matthew, with me."

"Of course, my lord."

"Sure boss."

Sand began to swirl about the three like a tornado, engulfing them completely until it stilled, revealing an empty space where they had been moments before.

Madison just stared. "... wow. That was... something."

"You get used to it." Daniel said, tilting his head away from his left shoulder.

Madison let out a caw and flapped her wings, steering herself towards Daniels open shoulder. "It's funny."

"What?" The young demi-Endless asked as she settled herself.

"I just remembered an old story I heard about a white raven." She said as he pulled out his own pouch.

"Apparently Raven was originally white and had a beautiful voice, but when the gods took fire away from mankind, he flew up to the sun with a twig in his beak to bring it back. His feathers were charred black and his throat was half cooked, but he returned to earth a hero."

"Well then," Daniel smirked as the sand began to swirl around them.

"Let's go steal fire from the gods."

#the sandman comics #the sandman

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cyath · 2 years

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AYO cool blog, anyway do u mind if I frequent your request box?

Anyway, my MC is a Nine Tailed Fox spirit reincarnated in a human body. I’m interested to see others interpretations of their powers and such. Also have the boys and/or reaper react u choose who.

Have fun =>

Your welcome to become a frequent here! I had fun researching and writing for this

(And btw your mc sounds very cool)

Anyway I hope you enjoy ~(｀･ ω･´ )~

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Abilities;

shape shifting

Smarts

Stealth

Agility

Fire summoning

Heighten sight and hearing

Agility

Swiftness

Astral projection (this is explained later)

Also has the ability to conceal their nine tailed fox form

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Abilities increase in power when one gets older

10 years old- 1 tail

20 years old- 2 tails

30 years old- 3 tails

40 years old- 4 tails

50 years old- 5 tails

60 years old- 6 tails

70 years old- 7 tails

80 years old- 8 tails

90 years old- 9 tails

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How the brothers react, ft: Lucifer, levi, and satan:

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Lucifer:

Great another headache/hj

He was caught off guard by your abilities thinking you were a magicaless human.

And look, Lucifer likes to think that he is very aware of his surroundings. So he doesn't like how you manage to sneak up on him without him noticing. He literally tenses up each time you sneak on him (it is very amusing to watch)

He probably found out by either

1.observing you

2.you standing up to him when he tried to attack Beel and Luke ;-;

He swear that he has gotten more grey hairs from you alone (ha old man)

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Levi:

He found out the hard way ,almost Turning Into fried fish at the tsl quiz. But after that whole.. incident.. he thought you were the coolest human ever. When you revealed your nine tailed fox form, he was murderous snake to Fan boy. Kinda reminds him of that one anime "omg im a demon and i fell in love with a human thats secretly the reincarnation of the nine tailed fox"

He also dislikes when you sneak up on him, intentional or not he just be like:

Levi in his room: ACHOO

Mc:*right next to him*bless you:)

Levi:HOW TF DID YOU GET IN MY ROOM??

MC:Through the door?🧍‍♂️

Your gonna kill him one day istg. <3 affectionately tho

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Satan:

He probably found out by you transforming into your nine tailed fox form to defend yourself from one of the brothers. But when he did find out he was curious, like of your abilities , your past life, (your ears and tails..)

If you are more on the mechivious side; you, Satan, and belphie make Lucifer life more of a living hell.

Just saying that your shape shifting and illusionary abilities do make for some great pranks >:)))

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Additional headcannons :D

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•I'm guessing since your basically a nine tailed fox spirit you have longer life span then the average human

Astral projection definition:Astral projection is where the consciousness can function separately from the physical body and travel throughout the astral plane.

in mythology it is said that nine tailed foxes have strong connection to the spiritual world.

I also took inspiration from the movie wolf walkers(it has beautiful animation I would recommend a wacth)

For those who haven't watched the movie it where where the main character Robyn got turned into a wolfwalker: when she is awake she is human but when she falls asleep her consciousness transfers to a wolf

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I hoped you liked my version of this Mc :D

It was certainly interesting researching about the nine tailed fox for this post

Anyway until next time

Adios

-dev

#obey me one master to rule them all #obeyme #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me brothers #obey me leviathan #obey me asks #obey me mc #nine tailed fox #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me beel

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what did you dislike about wolfwalkers?

The story... It introduced a lot of interesting stakes with the colonial history of Ireland and the environmental message but did not follow up to them and ended up having flat characters and a half baked resolution. The father of the main character was the only one I felt was interestingly written enough.

Comparatively, Kells did some of what it attempted better, mostly with Aisling's involvement in the story. She represents the pagan past of the country in a subtle way, and presents the takeover of Christianity and how it killed previous belief systems. Like in WW, despite the mc being a human child of the people who killed her own, they become friends and spend time together, helped by how the adults in said MC's life fail to make him/her adopt the harmful views to the supernatural deuteragonist. But in SoK Aisling remains the only one, which makes her abilities more special, her presence more precious, and drives home the point of her family being gone. Brendan doesn't ask for anything to believe her, he's just happy being her friend. But in WW, the protagonist becomes one of the wolf walkers, and so does her father, which lessens the impact and was a bit frustrating...

SoK also doesn't have this much of a flat villain. It has the Vikings which I don't even consider characters and serve more as story devices, and who are absent from most of the film. WW has a bad guy who is a character but has little to offer asides of being stock evil which....imo kind of took away from the impact again. This is why I like the father a lot, he's shown both as a colonizer taking part in the changing of the land by the English AND as a loved one to the protagonist. In SoK the uncle had a similar role but gets to be the bad guy of the film too instead of a side character.

I also just plain like SoK's ending better, WW went for a high action and drama climax followed by a happy ending where everyone gets to show how nice or gone they are now. It's disappointing. SoK ends on a much more bittersweet note where the uncle shows growth via years of grieving for what he's done to the boy he thinks is dead, Brendan himself comes back alone after losing the mentor that was kind to him, and Aisling goes back to being alone - to go with Brendan having grown up into an 1) adult 2) christian. It is a satisfying conclusion to what the story brings up with some blur where you don't need details. WW's ending solves nothing but surface level conflicts when the movie starts with conflicts that are NOT surface level

WW (and much better Song of the Sea) both show technical improvements over SoK but I doubt most people give a shit about the innovations in smoothly hand animating stylized models in frame by frame 2d or using 3d for BG layout

#ask #would you like a movie with a satisfying realistic conclusion about two kids trying to fight against adults domecticati-#[sniper takes the shot]

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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In your Wolfwalkers au, 1.what happens to Antonio after meeting the worlfwalkers?

2. What did they doto the children?

3. How would the confrontation be like, Atonio x Alma and his parents and Casita fall?

4. After that would Tonito run away to live with them and how would Alma and his parents react upon seeing and meeting them and learning what they did to the kids?

I wasn't really sure what to say without giving spoilers so I tried my best.

Antonio starts visiting them a lot and over time he becomes wilder like them

they take children who are abused(physically or verbally) and Neglected and care for them as their own. The only way they know about the children is because Dolores can hear the children being hurt(in her ears and mind she hears the child suffering). Once the child(ren) is officially settled into the family they become wolf walkers as well.

The confrontation uh....eesh it doesn't go well...just lots of fire.

Can't decide between Antonio running away with them or the family making amends with each other

#encanto wolf walkers au #thanks for the ask!#encanto au #encanto fanfic #my asks are open #i hope this helps

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gayautobotwolves · 3 years

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No im not making another wolfwalkers Au what are you talking about

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araminakilla · 3 years

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ToH Theory: Fantastic diseases and how to deal with them

Curses, a very ancient concept. Malign spells that were casted by demons, witches and even holy people (take for example St. Patrick and the Wolfwalkers). Of all the takes they could go when featuring them, one of them is treating the curse as if it was an illness, a terminal one in the majority of cases.

And this is the take The Owl House is using.

From season one, we could see the parallels with Eda and her elixirs, the high prices that requires to get them and how they are not working anymore, as the curse get stronger. And this can be confirmed by Eda's statement:

"No one likes having a curse, but if you take the right steps, it's manageable"

But we are not only seeing the effects and hardships that the curse takes on Eda, but we are also seeing the reactions of the people close to her: Luz and King.

For King, it is a surprise that Eda didn't tell him about her predicament as they were living in the same house and the saying "us weirdos stick together" implies that is in good and bad times, including if one gets sick or weak. So Eda's secret would break that saying, even if she did it to protect him.

As for Luz, the poor latina is the more affected by this because she sees the Owl Lady as more than a mentor and teacher. She's her second mother, one that gets her quirks and appreciation for her hobbies. Camila is good mother and unique in her own way but Eda is also special, and to see someone you deeply care about being sick and getting worse each day is very painful for her.

Things get worse when Eda loses her magic when trying to save Luz from her own sister, becoming an owl beast and loses her identity as the curse takes over. Not only that but it gets worse when the human girl has not other option but to blow up the portal (Eda's only way to have a job no one in the Boiling Isles has and the one she's her own boss) to save her world.

This actually gets focus in "Separate Tides" as we see how Luz considers herself a burden because she's the reason the Owl Lady lost her magic, one of the things she was very proud of and now she doesn't have a job and most likely isn't getting one in the future as her curse still prevails, the same can be said about Lilith.

And because she wants to stop "being a burden" as she puts it, Luz get involved in jobs that could get herself killed, only caring that Eda will get a better future, even if she's not in it.

When she opens up to Eda in the cave, the witch tells her that she doesn't need to do that, that punishing herself with dangerous jobs isn't going to make the situation better.

To Eda, having Luz the human in her life makes her existence better. And Luz almost cries, needing to hear that from her maternal figure.

Speaking of teenagers with parental figures, in the same episode we have the introduction of one character that, as talked in other posts, is going to be the human girl's counterpart. One that is very skilled at magic and is on the Emperor's side... literaly speaking.

The Golden Guard

Just like Belos, we don't know a lot of things about this guy. We know he's the Emperor's right hand man, has 16 years and does many things teenagers of his age would do, according to Dana's drawings and retweets.

The thing we still don't know (and one that I'm pretty sure will be relevant this season) is his relationship with the Emperor.

For some clues in the show and out of it, he seems to have a close relationship with the ruler, from being next to his throne to know some things very few people would know about Belos, like the fact that he has hair or what his staff is made of.

It's still not clear why Belos trusts this teen to do things that are the job of an adult but reasons aside, the boy must believe he's very special and that the ruler has an appreciation towards him, as Lilith said he gets "special treatment" not to mention he's the only one apart from the Emperor who has a mechanical staff, driving their similarities more closer.

As said before, we still don't know if Belos is a good mentor to G. Guard or if he's abusive or absent. What we can assume is that they have a student-mentor relationship similar to Luz and Eda and as a teenager looking for his own identity, Belito is probably looking up to the Emperor as a type of parental figure because the ruler made him feel worthy of his current position in the Emperor's Coven.

He probably wants to prove himself to Belos each time he gets a mission and loves when the Emperor gives his approval to him.

But there is also the question: If he loves doing his job and getting privileges that many kids and even powerful witches can only dream of... why is he tired?

As mentioned above, he's in a position that is very close to the Emperor, from being next to his throne to seeing things like...

This

If we assume the theory that this is Belos suffering from some curse, then the parallels to Eda become more stronger than ever.

Here is a very powerful witch of the Boiling Isles, yet powerless at the same time when trying to fight the curse. Even in the first season this is apparent, as his debut has him resting his head on his palm, breathing heavily.

In pain, and Goldie is next to him, seeing all of that.

As many people speculated, the talismans that Belos breaks and absorbs are what are keeping him stable, managing his current pain.

But like Eda's elixirs, this isn't curing the curse. In fact, the curse is getting worse and maybe someday palismans won't be enough.

This would not only be the ruler's principal concern, but the boy's worst fear. The powerful mentor that trusts you to have the same magic as him and offers you a very important position despite your age, now seeing each day said parental figure in your young life decay, to the point of some day dying a painful death. This would not only be traumatic for Belito, but it can cause some effects on him similar to the ones Luz has.

For her, is being always guilty. For him, it would be feeling very tired. Tired of seeing his mentor losing control over his body, scream in agony, getting weaker and pretending (the two of them) to be fine, because if word gets out of his current state, everything will fall as many rebels and detractors would gather, attack the castle and they won't have any mercy.

Tired of being considered a prodigy and still don't be capable of saving his parental figure, not knowing what to do and what to obtain other than palismans. Tired of capturing wild witches and their familiars knowing that won't be enough to help the emperor's situation.

Tired of his job, tired of being in the castle seeing the effects of the curse, tired of being incapable to do something. Tired of almost everything.

Maybe he uses his silly personality and messing with other people as a way to cope with what is happening in his life (I'm not saying he isn't really that way, but that he doesn't show what is bothering him to others). He definetly likes being outside the castle, having his mind occupied with other things.

I wouldn't be surprised that, if it's true that Goldie cares for Belos, he would feel that it's his fault that his mentor is in constant pain. Very unlikely, but he's just a teenager after all.

And considering that Belos has an onmiscient aura, maybe he knows how the boy feels and there could be two options:

1. If he doesn't care about him and only is a key to a future conquest then it's possible for the ruler to tell the teen that yes, in a way this is his fault, all with the objetive of having Belito be always loyal to him and using the guilt as a way of getting better at his tasks.

2. If he somehow cares about the boy's feelings and actually has a soft spot for him, he won't say a word as he would better not speak of his situation, being in a sort of denial, maybe thinking that the upcoming "Day of Unity" will solve things and cure him. So no, he doesn't think that Goldie is guilty for what is happening to him, but he doesn't say that to him directly, so the boy is still with the question in his mind.

If it turns out that the two of them really care for each other deep down, just like Luz and Eda, then the situation would be heartbreaking, not to mention we are going to see another way of how someone young copes with their loved one having a disease that it's bothering not only them but those around them.

Luz and Eda are open to the idea of talking about their feelings regarding the curse. Goldie and Belos would be the opposite.

And considering that one upcoming episode is tittled "Hunting Palismen" it would be less that and more like "Getting Medicines" only that said medicines will escape from you and some people will try to protect them.

Curses, who says they only affect the people who have them?

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