Just my werewolf teeth XP
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Since blight filled my hopes for a Jekyll and Hyde killer (kind of, anyways), I’ve begun thinking about my second most wanted more frequently: werewolf killer.
werewolf gordan ramsay asking “wheres the lamb”
not sfw. 4886 words. you meet and fall in love with werewolf and busker, sébastien.
You missed seeing the stars.
You missed seeing the stars deeply — a horribly indescribable feeling you felt deep in your core everytime you looked up at the night sky — because Manhattan had no stars. It hadn’t had stars for a long time, and it probably never would.
Growing up in rural suburbia had few pluses, but at the very least there was space. Between the lack of restaurants, idealistic white picket fences, and families with two-and-a-half children, there were glimpses of beauty: picturesque forests, a wide open sky, and the stars. You used to go stargazing just about every week with your father well into adolescence (and partly into adulthood), until he died and left you with this mess. You moved to the city, and, well, here you are.
You looked out onto your balcony. It would have been a good spot for stargazing. Only 22 and you were living the American Dream: renting an apartment with an okay view of the adjacent building and a shittily constructed fire escape. You felt like it could collapse at any moment and you would get to recreate “Fire on Marlborough Street.” Truly the American Dream.
I get depressed: when I think about how Remus Lupin probably thought he would die first among his friends, considering low life expectancy of werewolves, and then 3 of his friends died all in one night because of his other friends betrayal, and then he spent the next 12 years with no support system and no friends, all while the ministry shit all over him and his kind, and he had to go through approximately 144 full moons with no one there for him, and then he finds out that he was lied to and one of his supposedly dead friends is actually alive and framed his best friend that was a supposed murderer, and then the actual murderer ran away and he got to be happy with his friend that was in prison for 2 years before he literally watched his friend die! And then the murderer best friend died, so he ended up outliving all of his friends.
And then he died shortly after his son was born.
Honestly, just thinking about Remus Lupin makes me sad.
a concept: alongside remus’ scars, he also has stretch marks
y'all, this werewolf fic is gonna be so good
If you had to choose to be one downworlder, which one would it be?
Fae Folk, Vampires, Werewolves, or Warlocks?
It a really hard choice but I’m positive I would go with Warlocks!
(I LOVE Magnus Bane 🤩)
(Doge AU) Pan’s a bit timid and aggressive because of how they were turned-
theres a weird romantic thing about them…
why are werewolves so charming?
btw we don’t talk about the ones from twilight
Hey, so, quick question, could a female werewolf in Harry Potter have a child? I don’t mean in terms of the law but in terms of getting through the pregnancy without miscarriage? We only really see male werewolves in Canon, but there aren’t any female werewolves I know of, so can a female werewolf have a successful pregnancy
𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢
𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔲𝔰𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦, 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞𝔠𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬
𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱
𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥
𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔰
“𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔶”, 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢
𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫/𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔞
𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯(𝔰), 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫
𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩, 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢
𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢,
𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯
𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔢
𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰, 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔠𝔥
𝔑𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 2000𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔰.