#werewolf!max

[theemporium]

Werewolf max hearing your heart beating when you’re stressed but also hearing it relax when he holds you🥺

HE IS SO SCOTT MCCALL CODED

#cece answers #werewolf!max #max.thots

[perceivedregret]

can't believe there's more lore

here's pt 3 of so it goes, my steddie focused (we'll get there, i stg) supernatural creatures au that, as of right now, features vampire!steve, werewolf!nancy, witch!robin, and last but not least, werewolf!max. can be found on my ao3, user is the same over there. [tumblr links for part 1 & part 2]

murder will out

If this were a cartoon, Steve probably would have worn the rug down to the wood floors with all his pacing. Robin says as much under her breath and he waves her off, his focus on Hopper. 

"I don’t understand, why can’t we just go back to my place? We were doing fine before, just let us go back.”

Hopper sighs, sinking as far into the couch as it allows, eyes trained on the fan whirling overhead. “I’ve already explained this– you guys were seen . I wouldn't call that doing just fine . Ms Driscoll called the station nearly in tears. The poor woman thought she was losing her mind to early dementia because she saw some dead kids hanging out by the pool of the Harrington house.”

Steve scoffs, runs his fingers through his hair, hand settling on the back of his neck. “ So ? We fixed it aleady, I did the mind compulsive–"

" Compulsion ," Dustin coughs in correction.

"– that , and she, like, forgot that she saw us. We’ll be more careful this time around! We won’t step out of the house, we don’t have to flee the state over this. I don’t, fuck, I don’t get what the big deal is.”

“The big deal?” Hopper’s head snaps forward. “Harrington, for one, you can’t scramble the entire town with your mind thing, it’s not practical. You're damn lucky I was the one to respond to the call last week. We also don’t know the true extent of your power. Other than Carver and Holloway who've gone AWOL with Henry and the rest of them, you're the first vampire this town has come across. If it's a common thing amongst your kind, the Suits aren't sharing that information with us. We're lucky they even shared how to somewhat keep this town safe after their own screw up that allowed all of this to happen in the first place."

'You mean the reason it's been almost impossible to feed the last few months? There’s only so many blood bags they supply at the hospital and I feel like a dick having to steal it. What if they run out and someone needs it?”

Dustin hums, brows pulling tightly together. “Wait. Steve, have you been going without feeding?" When Steve rolls his eyes Dustin tosses a half eaten pringle at him, but it clatters against the wall. "Don't be an idiot, you know you can always get a drink from–”

“Shut up, no, I wouldn’t ever do that to you Henderson, for one. I know you and Miss America like to say the four of us have bled together or whatever, and thanks for the offer, but no, absolutely not. Robs isn't even allowed to think it. Besides, even if I wanted to, that shit’s already in your system. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for some of us to even shower ?”

“It’s a protective measure. It’s no different than when we added fluoride to the water,” Hopper sighs.

Max scoffs. “Right well, do us all a favor, yea, and tell them to shove their Hawthorne and Wolfbanes up their–"

“ That’s the weird taste in water? I thought I was going crazy,” Dustin mutters, falling into the couch between Hopper and Max. His eyes glaze over for a moment, turning to face her, sniffing the air. “Wait, you guys can’t shower?” Max huffs, hiding behind her comic.

Hopper groans in annoyance, shuffling to the side to provide space between them, but it isn't much. "I know you didn’t ask for this life, but we have to keep this town safe from the supernatural. Unfortunately, that included keeping them safe from you. All of you.”

A breeze whips through, nipping at the end of Nancy’s skirt, flowing across the room and brushing through Steve’s hair. “ Seriously ,” Robin hisses, having reached out instinctively. Hopper’s gaze bounces between the two. Nancy doesn’t respond to his comment, the grip on her knees turning her knuckles white. Steve only pinches the bridge of his nose, the rug still in danger of being worn down.

“I’m not judging any of you for your past, no one’s perfect, but let’s be honest with ourselves here. Your kind, both kinds, can be… well you guys already know. Besides all that, what if someone catches one of you and they call the station and it's not me responding to it? Hm, what if it gets out that this town is infested with vampires and werewolves? Or witches? And on top of that, we still don't know why Heather turned you or why Carol bit Nancy. Billy biting Max, we can only guess. We don’t know anything that really goddamn matters here."

"I fucking know why Billy did this to me,” Max grumbles, the red only Steve and Nancy have the ability to catch flashing across her eyes once again. She flips the page of her comic, a tear of a page ringing throughout the room, making Dustin wince.

“Regardless. I know this shit has been your life for only the last couple of years, but try twelve years of it. El had already been bounced around between four other families before she got to me. Five years old and so full of power she had no control over. All those other families chalked it up to bad behavior but after reading up on her file with Joyce, we could see around it, around the bullshit. Speaking of–

“ You .” He points to Robin and she shrinks in on herself, uncomfortable with the sudden attention. “You made yourself into a witch. You weren’t born into it the way my girl was. I know you think you’re capable of anything, but saying a few words in Latin in the correct order every once in a while isn’t enough. You were able to make those fancy rings and bracelets for everyone here to survive out in the sun or curb some of the effects of the full moon but that's child's play compared to what you tried to do."

"That shit was so not easy. I had to fill in my eyebrows and stack layers of mascara for weeks," Robin mutters, fingers brushing faintly over the faded electrical burn scars that trace along the back of her hands towards her wrist, branching away from where they originate from her nail beds. “Surprised I only lost two nails.”

" Regardless . You needed way more time, more practice. You don’t know what you’re capable of, not yet, but those four months that you had before the attack wasn’t enough time to learn what you needed to break Henry's sire control. And you were all –” he waves his finger at everyone, “–stupid for thinking you could. Especially alone.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Six months later, now he wants to lecture us? Sure, bucko.”

Hopper shakes his head, eyes falling closed before he continues. “Harrington, as for the house, your father is in the process of selling the property. Alright, he apparently listed it a week after that night and he finally has a buyer ready to negotiate. Considering what a fuckin’ shit show this towns become ever since Henry and the rest of them blew through town, I don’t think he’s gonna get a very good deal."

At that Steve finally stops his pacing. He shuffles over to the recliner Robin occupies and falls heavily on the floor in the space in front of her, head falling back against her knees. "I knew this was coming, I don't even know why I'm surprised. He said I was as good as dead since I turned. Being officially dead gives him no reason to stay in Hawkins… he’s got no one." Hopper gives Steve’s sneaker a tap with his own boot, the sorry kid translating well enough.

The blows keep coming.

"Then there’s the goddamn Suits. After this whole thing with Ms Driscoll they’ve decided it’s best to get you all out of town. And, quite frankly, especially after today's news? I agree. Agent Stinson has stated they have no intentions of helping supply you three with new identities or a place to stay unless you guys leave.”

“New identities?” Robin scoffs, fingers freezing in Steve's hair. "They could have left us with ours! If they didn’t declare us dead there wouldn’t be a need for new identities, did those dipshits ever think of that?” Robin crosses her arms, hands balling into fists. A bulb from above bursts, but barely anyone flinches except for Dustin. 

Hopper only exhales forcefully from his nose, already used to outbursts turning into broken objects. Over so many talks , El’s broken her fair share of bulbs, plates– even the living room’s coffee table. There's a reason this cabin is so unfurnished.

He lifts his hand, like a reluctant student in class. “I'm the one who suggested we pronounce you all dead, Buckley. Not them."

"Why?"

Everyone's eyes fall on Nancy as she utters the first words since Hopper arrived. If their full undivided attention bothers her, she doesn't show it. Hopper meets her gaze, and suddenly he's years older. Exhausted.

"The Byers kid had a vision."

"Wait, he has powers? Since when? Was it big Byers or little Byers?" Steve interrupts, brows low. Hopper's eyes narrow, but he doesn’t continue, just keeps his focus on Nancy. Steve turns his attention to her, eyebrows shooting up. “You knew about this?”

"It wasn't for any of us to tell," Nancy says between her teeth. She mirrors Hop, gaze unwavering and her lips form a tight line. He only raises a brow.

 "Jon can’t see into the future,” she finally supplies, arms crossing over her chest. “He can only catch glimpses from the past. He says they’re like snapshots. Moments in time that he can see, and sometimes he can step into it and explore, but it gets blurry after a while. He can't look into someone's past without a personal belonging or picture of the person he's trying to see.

"Will is the one who can see into the future, except it’s never clear. Jonathan explained it’s like looking through a kaleidoscope for him. If he tries to look too long he ends up with a migraine. It’s why he’s always painting– it’s his way of trying to decipher his visions.”

“It’s the reason Joyce was so helpful when El came into my life. Eventually our lives.” Hopper's face softens for the first time since he sat down and started delivering bad news. It’s short lived because he’s looking around the room with his signature death stare, finger raised in warning. “Stinson and the rest of them don’t know anything about our kids and we’d like to keep it that way. What was just shared about them, that doesn't leave this room.”

"Am I really the only one without powers now that Max has chompers? What the hell man, that's so unfair," Dustin groans, throwing his head back with an annoyed grumble that sounds gargled in his position. "Mike has his empathy thing–"

"Little Wheeler's got what? " Steve and Robin say in unison. It feels like he just got slapped in the face because how the hell have they not said anything these last few months, no, years ? Nancy buries her face in her hand.

“Mike can sense emotions and sometimes change them, it's been a thing. Except– he can't feel love, or something. He can feel it in himself, he just can't sense it from others or force it on them. Keep up, Steve." He turns to Max. "Lucas still hasn't shown symptoms from the bite, has he?”

“My boyfriend is still nice and human, just a scar, thanks for asking.” Her smile immediately melts. “But if I ever see Billy again, I'm going to run him over with his own stupid car for what he tried to do to him, I swear to god." 

“Just us then,” Dustin beems, shoving two stacks of pringles into his mouth, the pieces flipped onto each other so it forms an open beak.

Max tilts her head, considering him. "I don’t know… I think being super annoying could be your thing. I just don't know if we can count it." She pats his shoulder, lips pouting in mock sorrow. "Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re just going to have to settle for being a lame dork."

"Would you two please ," Robin mutters, flicking a finger out into the open air in her lap, forcing Max and Dustin into a seated upright position. The sudden movement sends the can of chips rolling across the floor, their hands clasped in their laps and suddenly stiff as boards. "I don't know who's worse together; you and him, or him and Erica."

"Everybody, shut. The hell . Up." Nancy's voice is nearly a growl. "Because our beloved Sheriff Jim Hopper here has yet to tell us–" She leans forward, elbows on her knees,  "–what the hell Will saw. Because, quite honestly, I can’t think of a single thing that he could have possibly seen for you to think it was a good idea to declare us dead.”

Hopper takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Then he finally says it.

“Will saw you three die.”

A beat.

And then they're all speaking over each other.

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there's more to this part, so catch the rest of it on my ao3

#steddie fic #< tagging just in case #stranger things fic #vampire!steve #werewolf!nancy #witch!robin #werewolf!max #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic soulmates stobin #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #jim hopper #stranger things au #supernatural creatures au #fic continuation #so it goes #my*stuff

[jacobscustos]

i can't draw but someone please do an animatic of emma and werewolf max to the game grumps audio of arin taking a selfie with ganondorf

#emma mountebank #the quarry #supermassive games #quarry game #the quarry spoilers #quarry spoilers #max brinly #werewolf!max #mountebrinly #i imagine emma shows max the pic she took of him and he's like ''oh jeez oh gosh oh heck i look terrible'' #himbo.exe

[saracastically]

now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺

#animation #werewolf #artists on tumblr #procreate #idk WHY i had to paint in every single frame in procreate and also in parts #bc the layering meant i hit max layers and had to flatten as i cleaned #but the end result is ok and i could do it on the couch ig #looking forward to their new app! #art

[gruvu]

Max under his tree doing his favorite thing, sulking under a pine tree. Anyway wanted to draw him chillin.

#gruvu's art #Max #beast of lone pine hill #Werewolf #werewolf oc

[donutdrawsthings]

I made some Quarry-Themed Emojis! Feel free to use them :oD

#custom emoji #discord emote #discord emoji #the quarry #the quarry fanart #emoji #emojis #discord emojis #free to use #discord emotes #donutdrawsthings #ryan erzahler #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #laura kearney #max brinly #dylan leviny #werewolf #werewolf emoji #fanart

[arireynes]

Thinking about being an adventurer in a fantasy world. Mapping out all the places I've been, keeping track of all the creatures I've met. But some wonder why I've returned to several spots so many times.

It could be the Werewolf den hidden in the forest. I stumbled upon it by accident the first time, needing protection while being chased. Now they'll gladly help me, getting rid of whoever I need them to, so long as I spend a night with them. They'd tie my up, and everyone would get a turn using me, fucking me till I can't think, can't do anything more than beg for more. After, they'd spoil me, showering me in gifts and food.

Maybe it's the home of the Vampire. He lives alone for the most part, but is always delighted when I come visit. He treats me to a great meal, then invites me to join him in his room after we eat. He promises me gifts if he can bite me, and I let him, gladly. He spreads his legs for me after, gasping as I fuck him, letting him lick the blood off my neck when he's good.

Or maybe it's huge graveyard haunted by the Ghosts that have unfinished business. When I visit, asking for information, they'll tell me anything I wish. But after, they'll take me in a mausoleum, or bend me over a gravestones and solidify enough to fuck me till I'm screaming. Some suspect that the screams are from tortured souls, but I know better.

Maybe it's the island that belongs to the Seamonster who lives deep in the ocean. I hitch a ride on a pirate ship to get there, speaking to the monster, agreeing to trade my body for treasure. They let me choose what I want, and swear I'll have it once they've had their fill. They wrap me up in their thick tentacles, and fuck me in the air, with my face buried in the sand, or half in the water. Once they're satisfied, I bid them farewell and leave with my treasure.

Or it's the collection of Demons I come across in the fiery underworld. They all tower over me, thick horns, and spiked tails, and they always keep their word. I'll ask for something, and they'll say of course, if they can have me for the night. My favorite, she'll take me to bed, and kiss me all over, her lips intoxicating. When I'm needy and begging, she'll push my legs apart and let me grip her horns as she fucks me, making so everyone near can her my cries of pleasure.

Maybe it's one of the Angels that have been sent down to watch over someone. They're so pure and sweet, but there's always one I can coax to follow me to bed. Promising that it's okay, that they're only indulging in simple pleasures. That they don't have to fuck me if they don't want to, they can just watch me. But they never hold on long, and grab hold of me, finishing the job themselves, and they always fuck me so nicely. They tell me it can't happen again, and I agree, but leave knowing it will.

Maybe it's the den of the Dragon, where I go for gold when I need it, and sometimes when I don't. They can take a human form, but keep their sharp teeth, claws, and horns. Rough hands dragging down my body, pinning me against the wall, as they make me beg for the money. They'll fuck me where I can see what I want, press their claws to my throat, tell me that if I make it good for them, they'll give me anything I want.

Every creature would know of me, and I would have made a deal with most. Everywhere I'd go, there would always be someone for me to do.

#monsterfucker #monsterfucker to the max #dragon nsft #vampire nsft #demon nsft #angel nsft #werewolf nsft #nsft #ghost nsft #adventurer #arireynes #gender neutral post #switch #pansexual #trans demon? #18+ #kinda long #seamonster nsft #tentacles

[monstersonscreen]

Howling III: The Marsupials (1987) was filmed entirely in director Philippe Mora's native Australia. The already low budget film had another problem: the fact Australia didn't really have a seasoned special effects artist scene, unlike the USA, UK or Japan. Australia wouldn't get a heavy FX scene until Farscape was made in the country a decade later!

To realize Howling III's various creatures, Mora turned to Bob McCarron, one of the few notable makeup artists in Australia at the time. McCarron had already provided the elaborate boar puppet and some facial prosthetics for Russell Mulcahy's Razorback (1984).

One highlight of McCarron's work is the 'were-thylacine' (it's clunky I know) that Max Fairchild transforms into. Facial prosthetics were made for Fairchild's early stages of transformation, as well as a rudimentary 'change o head' puppet. The final suit seems to consist of a bodysuit with fur applied, as well as sculpted taloned gloves, and a thylacine mask with mechanisms allowing the jaws to open and close. I love that they remembered to keep the stripes and small ears that the real thylacines had.

#Howling 3 #Howling 3 The Marsupials #thylacine #werethylacine #werewolf #Philippe Mora #Max Fairchild #Bob McCarron #werewolves #special makeup effects #makeup effects #practical effects #Ozploitation

[cicadasketch]

Seen @thediktatortot ‘s post about werecat Billy and the possibilities were just too good I HAD to

Anyways,

Max thinks hunting small animals is cruel (and gross)— Billy thinks she’s an idiot (he definitely left it at Steve’s doorstep)

Whatever steve did, he definitely regrets it

#billy hargrove #werecat! billy #werewolf! Steve #werecat! max #thediktatortot was so galaxy brain for this one #who brought out the cat toy? #probably Steve #Billy would kill anyone else for even insinuating he’d play with one #I’m sure they can all go full werecat/wolf this is just the cute version

[theemporium]

Why do i have a feeling werewolf max would be fearless untill it comes to thunder, genuinely would just cover under the blankets and wait for you to cuddle him

-sub scorpio

aw bless😭max being scared of thunderstorms is so😭😭😭or even fireworks can freak him out sometimes because they are so loud and he can get a bit overwhelmed by them

#cece answers #werewolf!max #max.thots #sub scorpio.anon

[perceivedregret]

no more pain, except im lying

pt 4 of so it goes. i'm happy to say i've been consumed. rip my other wips tbh /: you can start from the beginning on my ao3 if you'd like. for now, here's pt4

Steve was thankful when he didn’t actually die the first time.

Now he kind of wishes he would have stayed dead.

He looks around, sees the way they’re all surrounded. Hopper stands by the cabin’s door as they all get meticulously taken down by the Suits one by one, their weaknesses being used in full force against them. Steve musters up what little bit of energy he has left and begs for Dustin and Max to run. Those brats have been through enough, they don’t need to see this happen to the three of them, not again.

Everything goes dark as he feels himself burn up from the inside, the injection coursing its way through his body until he can’t do anything but let it completely take him under.

—-----

"Come on! Stop worrying and just think about how cool this is going to be on the way over. Guys, back me up."

Dustin jingles the keys to Steve's car, holding it up near his face with a wide enough smile to make Steve's own face ache. The keys slip from his grasp and Steve instinctively reaches out to catch them, moving so quickly he disrupts the still air.

"Holy shit," Lucas, Will, and Mike gasp, eyes and mouths hanging open comically wide. Steve tries to limit his abilities, always trying to maintain a semblance of normality to their lives as often as he can, so to catch him slipping up is its own surprise.

"Watch it," he mutters, quick glance at the keys to make sure he didn't accidently bend them. "Last time you dropped these I ended up without a house key and had to climb in through the window."

Dustin's smile somehow gets wider as the back of his hands slap the arms of those closest. "I'm never gonna get used to that, holy shit. But whatever, think about it!" He's already shouldering his backpack and heading towards the door that leads to the garage, doesn't bother to look back to make sure the rest are following. "When has anyone ever had the opportunity to take a picture with their own headstone!”

“God, Henderson, I’d hope not ever. Why are you so fucking geeked about this, you twerp. Shouldn’t you be in like, mourning, or something.” He doesn't know why he's following him because he really shouldn't be entertaining this idea. Hopper would probably end up actually killing him if they got caught since he declared him dead a little over three weeks ago, and he doesn't think the guy would be all that opposed to making it happen this time.

“That's the awesomeness of this because you're not really dead. We did all our crying and grieving when we thought you died the first time when Heather snapped your neck. But then you woke up! You die-but-not-really-die a second time and it kinda loses its effect. Except with death number two you now have a headstone! You’re like Han, except less frozen in carbonite and just frozen at nineteen forever.” 

Mike scoffs behind them. "I didn't cry, did you cry?" He stage whispers. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I don't know." Will shrugs, fingers fidgeting with the buttons and knobs on Jonathan's camera that hangs over his shoulders. "I mean, I shed a tear. I think."

"Oh, fuck off," Dustin mutters, beelining straight for the passenger side.

When they get to Steve's car and are face to face from opposite ends of their respective doors, Dustin smiles so genuinely that Steve can’t bring himself to be the buzzkill. If he's honest with himself the idea does sound kinda cool, but he can’t let Dustin know that. Undead superhuman vampire or not, he needs to work on toning down this kid's damn ego.

“Han huh… that’s the cool dude who’s best friends with bigfoot and has the really fast spaceship, right?”

Dustin’s smile immediately drops, the other three bemoaning as they slip into the back seat.

“He did not just call Han Solo the cool dude with the fast spaceship," Lucas groans, slipping in behind the driver's side.

“Bigfoot? Bigfoot?!” Mike sputters, exasperated.

Dustin’s head drops, chin dropping to his chest so fast Steve can hear his neck crack. His head snaps back up, hands coming up as he taps his pointer fingers together. “First off– Han Solo is one of the greatest leaders of the Rebel Alliance. He helped fight for the freedom of the entire galaxy against the Galactic Empire. Okay, that man is a hero, a bad ass… The best smuggler!”

Steve tilts his head, corners of his mouth downturning as he considers the compliment.

“Oh!” Dustin snaps his fingers before his hand slaps the roof of the car. “He gets the girl!”

Steve’s eyes slip shut at the start of Mike cackling in the back seat. “So... he’s not like Han.”

—--

there's more to this part, catch the rest on my ao3

#steddie fic #< tagging just in case #stranger things fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #the party #dustin henderson #vampire!steve #werewolf!nancy #witch!robin #werewolf!max #stranger things au #supernatural creatures au #fic continuation #so it goes #my*stuff

[artfartt]

I don’t have much recently stuff to post so here’s wips that I’ll most likely never finish

#sam and max #sam and max fanart #artoftheday #freelance police #sam and max freelance police #snm #freelance husbands #tdp spoilers kinda #some context for the second one #Iin the middle of the night I had an idea that Sam was actually a werewolf but reversed so he turns into a human every full moon #idk what else to tag

[gruvu]

Man it's only the first month of the new year. So enjoy a Max

#gruvu's art #Max #werewolf

[donutdrawsthings]

Coloured the werewolf designs by request! + a bonus doodle of Kaitlyn DMing

#donutdrawsthings #the quarry #the quarry fanart #werewolf #werewolves #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #max brinly #laura kearney #ryan erzahler #nick furcillo #fanart #dnd

[ask-walter-and-vince]

Underwear

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#booghowart #not an ask #booghow short comic #short comic #walter and vince #wav #vince #walter #gay #lgbt #comic #werewolf #vampire #furry art #jock #nerd #alright everyone's here hawld awn #willy #winston #wesley #boone #wallace #mandy #moody #demonica #coach max #detention

[freuleinanna]

thinking about werewolf transformations in the quarry and i literally went: oh. oh.

so I gotta say first, my take on nick was that I flat-out hated the character, and his whole hungry-horny bit was right out of bad fanfiction, but okay. then I got to thinking about other transformations, and I think the point is, they are bound to different emotions the characters have; some emotion that was the strongest for the night or at the moment of transformation.

we've all seen at least 3 charachers wolfing out canonically: nick (I'll get to him later to make my point), max, and laura. we can also see dylan, emma and jacob transform on screen. kaitlyn doesn't transform fully, and abi doesn't transform at all, even if bitten (?? i haven't found any video on that, at least).

emma is the best example, when she transforms in the basement with abi. abi goes cut the shit, emma, show's over, go home, and right away, emma screams FUCK YOU with the following it really hurts. She then repeats 'it hurts' while already talking about the transformation, but the starting point was that abi's words cut her deeply. abi, who was the one to see through emma's disguise, treated her like most other people, an annoying attention-craving girl. emma's insecurity and her relationships with abi triggered the wolf.

jacob spent the whole night heart-broken. first he got dumped, then his friends (during the first chapters) were constantly dragging him, targeting him with his jokes. his insecurity also got triggered when, after all that happened, he found himself alone. he saw ryan and laura down in the basement, and yes, then opened the cage, but then they left. he was alone. everyone was leaving him no matter how hard he'd cling to them. stupid boy. summer's over and you're nothing. she doesn't want you. nobody does! nobody wants you.

dylan is literally the most wholesome boy ever, because throughout the game, he was the protector of others. he goes to juice up the radio, he gives the shotgun away, he follows kaitlyn to the scrapyard. and when he feels he's about to turn, he starts sreaming like hell trying to drive kaitlyn away from him, because he's dangerous. FUCKING RUN! RUN AWAY, KAITLYN! GET AWAY FROM ME! yeah, he's a snac, he attac, but most importantly, he protec <3

laura starts turning in the middle of the fight with chris, and she's actually the one who's able to keep a cool head (much like dylan, who didn't turn wolfy, but stayed on his human emotions). she smacks herself on the head a few times saying not now! not now, come one! quite literally, for her it's a mental fight. her sheer determination to end the curse allowed her to be herself up to this point. she kept her wolf under control for a long time, too, because she was flashing those hot yellow eyes for a while. plus, her wolf was coming and going (like when she just found injured ryan and was all wolfy), and coming and going again (when she bit ryan and had a hard time letting go of his bloodied hand), but her mind prevailed. because her major drive was to stop the curse, and she had work to do.

max is also protective as hell. he might get aggressive with laura, but agression is a part of the wolf. max, on the other hand, tried to distant hiself from laura as much as he could and talked to her as long as he could. he's a sweet boy who loves his girlfriend dont @ me. plus, I love the thought that his growl sounds hell of a lot like distorted laura! and I'm a simp for that.

and that brings us to nick. nick, who, despite being all sweet and nice, gets all obsessive with abi. he demands a verbal confirmation that she likes him, he smells her skin, he's getting posessive with that she's mine! he throws at poor bobster. plus all that abusive shit he says to abi? I only hung out with you because you seemed so desperate. he closes the circle, cuts her away from others, like any abusive shit would do with their only I can tolerate you attitude. but since transformations only amplified the emotions people were already feeling, I think maybe he was just unlucky that his major feeling was romantic. alas, it turned into something ugly, abusive, posessive, and completely different from what he intended it to be. and that's the story of how I went from downright hating nick to feeling profoundly sorry for him.

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