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writing has been going at a snail's pace, but here's the intro to the first jacob pov scene in the werewolf au (he's sooooooo normal and not creepy at all <;3)
Jacob is running through the woods.
His paws fly over the uneven terrain, pausing just long enough to sniff the air before taking off once again. Last night’s hunt had been an overwhelming success. After months of trying to pinpoint the exact location of the Hunter’s cabin, it was a fucking Sheriff’s Deputy that led the pack straight to him. The Hunter knew they were on his trail -- he’d been acting skittish, paranoid, doing a better job of covering his scent and tracks -- but the look of sheer surprise and terror in his eyes when Jacob had bust down the door to his cabin had been priceless.
In the end, Chad Wolanski bled and died just like anyone else. He was weak. Fragile. Human.
And he’d had his Betas leave a message for Eli, just to remind him that no matter how many silver bullets he and his crew may have -- no matter how much wolfsbane -- the second claws and teeth are close enough to rip into flesh and rend it from the bone, it’s over.
Of course, his own pack isn’t without weakness, and it’s weakness that he’s currently trying to root out. The junior-most member of the Hunt was an initiate, newly turned, and somewhere along the way, he failed the test. He lost himself to the bloodlust and went feral, the Wolf taking over and consuming his human mind.
He was weak. He gave into the beast rather than controlling it. He’s now a threat to the Pack. They didn’t survive for as long as they have by allowing their failed recruits to run amok and terrorize the sleepy little backwater county. Humans may be slow, frail, and stupid, but an increase in violent animal attacks is something that they’d notice. And after this little display of showmanship, it’s best they lay low until the Blood Moon, when Joseph says that all their waiting and patience will finally be worth it.
So, in the meantime, it’s Jacob’s duty to find the whelp and put him down before he kills too many other people.
He sent his Chosen out to scour the county in search of the Feral, while he, himself, has been combing the woods around St. Francis since dawn -- just in case the little pest comes back home, groveling and begging for mercy.
He stops for a moment as the wind changes directions. Sticking his nose into the air, he sniffs and catches a familiar scent. Not the one he’s looking for, but it gets his ears perking up, and his lips pulling tight as he bares his teeth.
Deputy La Roux.
He’s smelled her the few times he’d seen her around Falls End, but it was always muted and muddied by the stench of all the other humans around her. It was only last night that he got a good, unfiltered whiff, and once he made it past the thick blanket of tobacco, she was nothing short of delicious. His tongue lolls out his mouth at the memory of her pulse racing like a rabbit’s, all frightened and tender. It took every ounce of his willpower to not salivate at the sweet, [another adjective] that came through the small crack of her rolled down window. Every heartbeat made the vein in her neck throb, and were it not for the body of her truck serving as a barrier between them, the Wolf inside him would have made a compelling argument of sinking his teeth into her, just to get a taste.
He wouldn’t have even killed her. He would have been content to lick at the sweat beading on her skin and her pulse jumping against his tongue; to hear the little gasps and moans she made as he pinned her down, asserting his dominance. There’s a sharpness to her, one that tells him she’d fight back -- claw and buck against him, snarling and gnashing her teeth -- and he’s curious as to what it would take to get her to submit. What would he have to do to get her rolling over onto her back, bearing the soft, fleshy parts of herself to him, and him only.
Then he had followed her to Eli’s hunting cabin where he smelled the sweet scent of her arousal, and he’d nearly lost control. He’s no stranger to the smell of sex. The Bitches at Joseph’s compound are kept well bred by their Mates. Establishing a strong bloodline, a pedigree, is important to Joseph and to the Project -- it’s their only way of being taken seriously as an actual Pack -- but Jacob never felt any kind of possessive draw towards any of them. They’re all taken, bonded, and mated.
But her…
For the love of the Full Moon, he wants her so bad. The Wolf wanted nothing more than to charge into that cabin, rip Eli’s throat out, and make her his. Show her what a real hunter looks like. His own arousal got to the point where he had to satisfy his lust with blood instead, and had gone off to kill a moose on his own, all because he was so angry that he wasn’t the one making her cunt dip or pulling those cries of pleasure from her lips.
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[ID: 3 square digital drawings. The first two are of the same young woman with light brown skin, scruffy bright blue hair, and glowing yellow eyes wearing a bright blue jumpsuit under dark blue and grey armor and a dark blue mask. In the first, she's clasping her hands to her chest, looking down and smiling serenely as she says "Toa Gali always says "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."" In the second, she's shouting and pointing angrily up and to the left, saying in all caps "BUT SHE'S NOT HERE AND YOU'RE A" with the rest of the word balloon covered by black scribbles with "censored for your protection" written overtop in the Matoran language. The third image is of a young man with light brown skin, green hair, and glowing yellow eyes wearing a light green jumpsuit under dark green armor and a dark green mask. He's got his head in his hands and is resting it on a table with a concerned/upset expression. Above him floats a translucent image of the Mask of Life from Bionicle. Black text above him in all caps reads "IT'S ME, BOY, I'M THE MASK OF LIFE SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN" End ID.]
More human!Bonkles, this time featuring Hahli and Kongu. This is how the Ignika arc goes, right?
[Commissions open!]
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there’s one version of an f/m/m triangle that crops up so often I’m surprised there isn’t at least a tvtropes/vernacular name for it. Miyokichi/Kiku/Shin. Molly/Fitz/Fool. Asuka/Shinji/Kaworu. Futaba/Taichi/Touma. not-really-but-you-could-shove-it-in-here Luthien/Beren/Finrod. Utena/Touga/Saionji is a twisted spun-on-its-head version of it. Specifically comprising:
masculine male character A: either is the protagonist or a character on to which male viewers can project.
female character B: a secondary character and A’s official love interest, often kept apart from A by story/circumstance/gender roles. Shows some resentment of the trials she’s put through by the story in being A’s lover such as being shoved to the side, cut out of his life, or put in danger.
less masculine male character C: another major character, A’s devoted sidekick, feminine and/or conspicuously cold toward women or sexuality, somewhat ill-used by A but not resentful about it, as a contrast to B.
The dynamic is used pretty equally by female and male creators, though probably with different purposes. Outside the story, there’s a clear explanation for how the roles are divided: men are main, women are peripheral. Obviously the female love interest has to be on the margins of the story. Obviously the male main character has to have an ally in-story who can bounce dialogue back. Any human person has to have a best friend (for men, has to be male) and a lover (for men, has to be female). The major character male bestie and the minor character female gf is the minimum character dynamic you need to sustain the main character as a believable construction.
Except within the story, the dynamic begs far too many questions. On B’s part: her other half and love interest uses her for sex once every few chapters and dumps her to go off on another plot-relevant adventure. She’s kept in the dark, talked down to, pushed away, and distrusted. Her place at her sweetie’s side is occupied by Some Dude and no matter how much she puts into their relationship, she’s always going to be a prize for after the mission. Why does she stay with him? What could possibly attract her about this bestubbled grunt machine whose passion for the sword outmatches anything she’s given him?
On C’s part: he gets used as an emotional support crutch, designed to service his best friend’s every need at the expense of his own goals or story. He’s a housewife, he’s a domestic, he does every thankless story task with a smile because he has to provide the exposition/set up the plot/set the plan in action that carries the main male character to victory. He doesn’t have a love interest of his own, meanwhile the most important person in his life is obsessed with a woman he barely speaks to. Why should he care so much about someone who only takes? Why is he committed to this one-way friendship? What does he think of taking the backseat, providing support, submerging his own will for the sake of a person instead of an ideology?
On A’s part: if he’s a red-blooded heterosexual male character who pursues a woman as is acceptable, why does he dig himself so deep in with his designated ally? Through dialogue and because he has to in order to show the audience, he exposes his heart and soul to C and keeps him in his pocket for as long as we are watching, so why then does he cast him aside so easily? He invests the most time and energy into his relationship with C, cultivating love and loyalty there, but he draws the line so firmly in the sand that the audience is sure he’ll never, ever step aside for one minute to follow the friend. Why does he choose a man for his emotional battery? Why doesn’t he communicate with his supposed partner? Why does he choose to use B and C for sex and solace respectively, and why don’t they ever mix?
The gender dynamics wrap around to simple: women aren’t up to being equal partners to a cool guy, so you need a male wife to do everything for you and appreciate the protagonist’s sick abilities. romance with a man is perverse and impossible, so you need a female love interest to prove that the protagonist isn’t gay and fulfil the audience’s needs. But in-between all of that you could ask some interesting questions of the spoke character, A, the male protagonist whose actions are taken as normal. the question being: bro. what’s wrong with you
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if it were a simpler time and mike was more sure of himself i just know mike’s the type to sneak the boys he dates into his room late at night.
when he does the same with will, his parents catch them. thankfully theyre not doing anything crazy, just reading comics while cuddling or something; and will notices karen is unfazed. he catches a slight eyeroll, like she even expected this. karen even asks will if he wants something to eat, then gently closes the door. will then glances at mike after she leaves like, ‘’this isnt a new thing is it?’’ and mike shrugs with a knowing smirk in his face, continuing to read his comic
yes this is inspired by caitlyn arcane
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And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"
I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse
And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa
And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house
I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished
...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)
And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff
There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government
No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)
Like have some accountability there and in every situation
Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free
If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off
I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)
But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced
Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around
I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)
...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change
(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)
(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)
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