werewolves are out there

Werewolves are stereotyped as ravenous monsters because the transformations burn so many calories that they’re essentially starving afterwords. The more “controlled” werewolves are just the ones who figured this out and loaded up on calories beforehand, whereas the “wild” ones assume it’s part of their wolfish nature to hunt and eat whatever’s nearby.

The transformation back burns calories too, but by that point they’re exhausted from running around in the woods all night, not to mention the physical strain of two transformations. And filthy people showing up at Denny’s in the early morning are assumed to be hungover, so the ravenous beast idea is applied only to the wolf half.

also I want to talk about Simon for a second and the fact that he can’t go back to his house, he’s been banished by the vampires, the Shadowhunters kicked him out of the Institute, and the werewolves locked him in a supply closet because they didn’t want him around. It’s exactly like he told Aldertree, he literally has ??? No where to go ???? There’s nowhere for him to belong except with the people he cares about, and right now that’s still limited mostly to Luke and Clary. But other than that he’s been unwanted everywhere he goes and that breaks my heart my boy is so good and strong and he deserves a place where he knows he’s truly wanted and not just tolerated and I love him so much and his arc is going to be so great and he deserves so much happiness

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werewolf + witch + couple aesthetic

It’s supposed to be so awesome that Remus Lupin got to go to Hogwarts rather than being home-schooled, but when you think about it, it’s a pretty messed up situation to drop a kid into.

“Congrats, Remus, you are going to Hogwarts! Don’t forget to keep quiet about who you really are because the other kids won’t like you if they find out the truth, and they kinda have a point, now don’t they? 

No, you can’t have your own room, so just come up with an elaborate lie once a month, and hopefully your roommates aren’t that bright and won’t be amongst the 90% of wizards who are prejudiced against werewolves and will probably beat your ass when they figure it out, because if that happens, it’s you that’s getting expelled. Not like it matters, cuz you ain’t getting no job anyway, not in this werewolf-phobic economy. 

Also, we were considering changing your name to Kevin, but you know what, let’s stick with that Wolfy McWolf name you’ve got, just to keep things interesting.”

  • Simon: gets dragged into the Shadowhunter world
  • Simon: is kidnapped every 5 seconds
  • Simon: falls in love, only to have to watch her fall for someone else
  • Simon: turning into a vampire and believes he is a monster
  • Simon: can't stay with his family anymore
  • Simon: is shunned by vampires and werewolves
  • Simon: is kicked out of Institute
  • Simon: literally has no where he can call home
  • Simon: still is adorable af and kind despite having a freaking messed up life
better movie ideas for werewolves than them forgetting that full moons are a thing
  • chaotic good werewolves who stake out awful people during the waxing/waning moon to unleash themselves on during the full moon
  • rom com werewolf whose first anniversary falls on a full moon, wacky shenanigans ensue
  • corrupt military officers locate a werewolf and try to turn it loose from its self-imprisonment during a full moon to sic it on their enemies
  • sci fi werewolves volunteering on space missions to other planets to see whether reflected sunlight from other moons can trigger transformations, and how different the transformations are (the jupiter flyby is a doozy)
  • extremely dangerous werewolves who didn’t forget about the full moon, and are in that extremely crowded public site then on purpose…
  • literally anything else, this trope is old and bad

anonymous asked:

How was your wedding?

Stiles: *Looks at Derek* It turns out werewolves can have allergies.
Derek: The florist replaced the lavender flowers with wolfsbane because a hunter got word that a Hale was getting married and wanted to send a gift.
Stiles: Semantics. Derek sneezed halfway through his vows but we got through it and then Allison took out care of the wolfsbane so the reception was great.
Derek: Scott got drunk and cried midway through his speech.
Stiles: It was touching!! 
Derek: It was something.
Stiles: It was a nice night.
Derek: It was the best night.
Stiles blushes and Derek smiles

Start Over ➸ Raphael Santiago

yo yo yo bitches, i’m back. been a while, i know *holds hands up to stop non-existent applause here this Raph imagine bc let’s be real, david castro is sexy as hell so…..

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“Y/N?” Raphael’s voice made you turn around, from your examination of the priceless artifacts. You were ready to go off at the douchebag of a vampire, but when you turned to face the leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan, however, you gasped.

“Raphael!” He was a wreck, stumbling into his living room with his face half covered in blood that dripped from a cut above his forehead. He collapsed into your arms when you reached him, practically dragging him to the golden couch. As you set him down, you quickly scanned his body for further injuries.

“Raphael, what happened?”

“Werewolves - rogues - not local -” he chokes out, “I-”

“Hush,” you interrupt the vampire and began to wipe the blood away from his face.

“I-I need to go back,” he groans, wincing as he attempts to stand. “Simon.”

“No!” You snap, pushing him back to the couch. “You are in no condition to go anywhere! You can’t even stand!”

“I beg you,” he pleads, “Y/N, I have to, please.”

You pause for a moment, weighing the pros and cons before making a split second decision. “Take what you need,” you breathe, tilting your head so that he can access your neck.

“What?” Raphael’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

“You need my strength,” you explained, moving your hair to expose your neck even more. “You’ll gain it back faster if you drink blood from a live host. Take what you need.” Raphael moans at the smell of your angel blood and leans closer, giving in. You close your eyes when his lips land on your jaw.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, Y/N,” he groans, licking the spot behind your ear before leaving a deep purple hickey. “You smell so sweet, my dear, Y/N.” You can’t help but moan at Raphael’s words. Though he was about to suck your blood, the words coming from his mouth sounded so sensual. He drags his lips back to the area where your skin covers your jugular vein. Raphael takes a deep breath, attempting to restrain himself from plunging his fangs into your neck and draining your body of blood. He just needed some of your strength, not all of it.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Raphael murmurs to your skin, just above the spot he was planning to bite.

“Yes,” you breathe. And then Raphael is kitten licking the place he means to bite you. You can’t stop the moans and whimpers that you let out as Raphael continues his gentle assault on your skin, leaving hickeys that you knew would last for days.

“So honorable for a shadowhunter, “Raphael murmurs, his tongue massaging your sweet spot. “So ready, so willing to give up your blood for a vampire you barely know.”

“I know you quite well, Raphael Santiago,” you whimper when Raphael sucks another hickey into your collar bone. “Take my blood, vampire. You need it more that I.” Raphael pulls back from your neck to look in your eyes. “Raph…” you began, before the vampire shut you up with a tender kiss.

You whimpered at the gentle desperation behind the kiss. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were kissing Raphael Santiago, leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan. You wanted him to take your blood to replenish his strength. Raphael’s lips quickly became urgent, needy, and then he was pulling away. You whined at the loss of his lips. Raphael’s mouth landed on your neck, sucking, nipping, licking. Raphael could feel his fangs slide out over his bottom lip and he knew he couldn’t control himself for much longer.

“Try not to leave too much of a mark, huh, Santiago?” Your tease turns into a cry when he sank his fangs into your smooth flesh. The two of you moan in sync, the act so sensual that you can’t help it. In a blink of an eye, Raphael’s body is hovering above yours, and he’s letting your blood flood his mouth. He growls, the taste, the smell, the warmth of the angel blood overtakes his senses.


Raphael is now straddling you and unable to to control himself, as he was becoming drunk on your blood. The pain of his bite quickly turning to euphoria, as you grab at the rough material of the couch. Raphael grabs your hands and and pins them above your head. He can feel the strength steadily returning to his body.

“Raph, Raphael, please, oh god,” you’re wriggling underneath Raphael, struggling to free your hands, if only to run them through his hair. Raphael retracts his fangs from your neck and pulls away.


“Oh, so sweet, my love,” Raphael husks, licking the blood that dripped down his lips and chin. In an a moment of confidence, you lean forward and run your tongue along his jaw, catching a dribble of blood running down his chin. Raphael runs his own red tongue along your lips, and kissing you again.

You were crying out, mewling against his hair. He was a vampire for God’s sake, he was sucking your blood, and all you want was for him to-

Your breath sped up, and your heart as well. Your accelerated heart rate only made your blood flow faster into Raphael’s mouth and he could feel the strength rapidly returning to his body. You whined and moaned, grinding up into Raphael’s hips.

Your body began to feel limp. Raphael took so much blood. The world was beginning to spin, your vision becoming blurry.

“Raph,” you whisper, falling to the side, “Raph, stop, you can’t. You can’t. Raphael. Raph.”

Raphael was so caught up in drinking from your blood that he wasn’t listening to anything but your moans and whimpers. You bite your lip, high on euphoria, but needing him to stop before he drains you. Your hands manage to escape Raphael’s grip but he just takes hold of your head to keep you in place. Your fist thumps weakly against Raphael’s chest. “Raph…” you trailed off as your world began to dim. “Raph… stop.” Raphael payed no heed to your pleas. Perhaps he didn’t hear you. “Raphael…”

With that, your world went dark.

~~~

Raphael noticed something was off as soon as you fell quiet and your body went limp. Without a second thought, Raphael slides his fangs back into his mouth and he releases your neck from his mouth.

“Y/N, amor, my love…” Raphael trails off when he sees your body lying limp on the golden couch, blood running down your neck. “No!” he gasps. “No, no, no, no, no, please, Y/N. Please, no.” Raphael picks your body up in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He ignores the blood dribbling from his chin onto your face, only focused on what he’d done. He almost drained you body of blood, and now you’re passed out in his arms because he lost control. Damn him and damn his hunger.

“No, no, please, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, cradling your body to his chest. He knew he had to take you the Institute. As much as he despised the other Shadowhunters, and as much as he knew that they might just stake him through the heart, he knew that they were the only ones that could help you.

~~~

Alarms started going off as soon as Raphael stepped onto the Institute grounds. It hadn’t been 5 seconds before Alec Lightwood had an arrow pointed at Raphael’s face.

“Help her,” Raphael husks, before Alec can get a word out. Raphael is cradling you in his arms, not even caring that your blood is dripping onto his jacket. Alec’s face twists in anger when he sees your limp form. By this time, Simon had returned, unharmed to the hotel, but Raphael’s only care was you, the unconscious girl in his arms.

“What have you done?” Alec whispers in horror, reaching for you in Raphael’s arms. Raphael tightens his grip on you and backs away slightly, causing Alec to glare at him. “WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?!” Alec roars, damn near releasing the arrow from his bow straight through Raphael’s throat.

Raphael would have smirked at Alec’s frustration had he not been worried for your safety. “I-I didn’t mean to,” Raphael rasps, tone pleading for the oldest Lightwood to believe him. “Please, just help her.” His breath hitches as he realizes the full extent of what he’s done when his ears hone in on your heart beat and he hears how slow it is. And that’s when he knew, that he could never forgive himself.

~~~

“I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.”

“You hurt her. You drank her blood. How could you do something like that?”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to. I, I couldn’t control myself.”

“Then learn to! You’re always telling me I need to be able to control my bloodlust, and you can’t do the same! And now Y/N is hurt and in pain because you almost drained her!”

“I’m sorry!”

“You should be.”

~~~

You awoke, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the dim light. You closed your eyes again for a moment before letting yourself open them again. The first thing you notice is that you’re in the infirmary. The second thing is that Raphael was at your side. He’s sleeping beside you, with your hand grasped tightly in his own. Raphael looks so peaceful, a nice change from his usual cold expression. His face is relaxed, lips parted, and his eyes moved underneath his eyelids every so often. You watched Raphael in his slumber for what seemed like forever.

Slowly, Raphael’s eyes flickered open and focused on you. As soon as he comprehends that you’re awake, his face breaks out into a silly smile. The mischievous glimmer that was usually in his eyes was replaced by relief.

“Y/N.” Raphael stands and hovers over you. The hand that is not holding yours cups your face with such tenderness that you didn’t think that the heartless (literally) vampire was capable of. “How do you feel, mi amor?”

You croak out an answer, and before you can blink, Raphael is gone and back with a glass of water. He takes your hand again and puts the glass of water in your other hand. After the cold water washes the parchment-like feel from your throat, you answer Raphael’s question.

“I’m alright,” you say softly. “My neck is a little sore-”  

“That would be my fault.”

“-how long was I out?”

Raphael scratches the back of his neck nervously. “3 days?” he says in a questioning tone. You’re eyes almost pop out of your head.

“3 da-” you fall back onto your pillow and place you free hand over your eyes. “Fuck.” Raph grins at your reaction, almost forgetting his guilt. Almost. You notice his troubled expression as he drops his eyes down to your intertwined hands. “Raph?” you say in a quiet voice, tilting his face upwards with a hand. He doesn’t meet your gaze. “It’s not your fault, you know. It’s hard for Downworlders to-”


“Resist angel blood, I know,” Raphael sighs as he squeezes your hand, before letting it drop to the mattress of the infirmary bed and stood up, facing away from you. He runs his hands through his hair, with was all tousled up from the amount of times he had already done that.  “But this was something else entirely. This-this was what I tell Simon he can’t do. I-I lost control of my bloodlust. I can’t afford that to happen. I’m the leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan for Christ’s sake!” Raphael winced when he said and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your mouth tilt upwards. Raphael glares at you playful as you snort out a laugh. “You think my pain is funny do you?” he growls.

“‘Lil bit,” you shrugged, amused. “But seriously, it’s not your fault, Raph. It’s in your nature, don’t blame yourself.” When Raphael’s expression turned to one of disbelief, you immediately regretted your words. “Raphael, that’s not what I-”

“Meant?” Raphael’s face contorted in anger, “Right. Because I’m just another Downworlder. Because it’s in my nature.”

“Raph, please, I-”

“Save it, Y/N,” Raphael sneers and puts a hand up to stop you from continuing, “Just, forget about it. Why don’t you just rest up and get back to hunting Downworlders. After all, it’s in your nature, isn’t it?”

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3 months later

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You shrugged your black leather jacket off your shoulders and threw it onto the chair in the corner of your room. As you peeled off your black tank top, balled it up, and threw it into the laundry basket (making a perfect shot might I add), you caught a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror by your wardrobe (Izzy idea, not yours). You sighed as you noticed the deep purple bags underneath your eyes. You can’t help but laugh out loud when you catch sight of the two fang shaped scars on your throat. That’s all you have to remember him by. A scar and absolutely no sleep. Well done, Y/N, well done. You didn’t bother to put on a shirt as you changed from your tight skinny jeans into a pair of leggings.

Tonight’s mission was worse than others. You kept seeing glimpses of Raphael while at Pandemonium. At first you passed it off as hallucinations, after all, you hadn’t been get much sleep for the past 3 months. And then you saw him, a human girl in his lap, and he was whispering into her ear, fangs flashing every so often. Enough was enough, you left the club immediately after you part in the mission was up, pausing only giving Magnus Bane a message to give to Alec. And then you headed straight back to the Institute.

You collapsed onto your bed as memories - happy memories - of Raphael flew around your head. No tears fell, you were numb at this point. Numb with pain. There was nothing left for you to do anymore except for wait for you to get over him. Wait for it to go away. Wait until you stopped seeing Raph’s disbelieving and hurt face every time you close your eyes. You began to drift off into a sort of waking dreams, half-sleep, that had taken over in the stead of sleep since Raphael left.

“Y/N! There’s something outside you need to see. Get the fuck up, Y/N! You have to see this.” Alec showed you no mercy as he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of bed. It wasn’t weird for any of the Shadowhunters at the Brooklyn Institute to see each other like this, they were practically family. So if anyone had a problem with Alec dragging you through the halls, half asleep, in just leggings and a sports bra, no one said anything. Alec pulled you along until you reached the main entrance to the Institute, opened the door and shoved you out in front of him.

“What the actual fuck, Alec?” you yawned and rubbed your eyes, irritated that Alec had woken you from what had seemed was about to be the only real good night’s sleep you’d have gotten for about 3 months and maybe the only one you would get for the next 6. The slam of the Institute’s door brought you to your senses that Alec had locked you out. And without your stele, you couldn’t get in unless someone let you in. “Fucking hell Alexander.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to turn away from the door to the marble stairs, pale pink rose petals littering the steps, all the way down to the bottom. And that is where Raphael stood, in his leather jacket, face pale as ever, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Your mouth dropped open and you covered it with your hand.

A small, sheepish smile spread of Raphael’s face at your reaction. As you slowly descended the marble stairs “So I was thinking…” he began. “Maybe we could start over?” As you finally reached him, he held out the bouquet of flowers. You take them from his hand and gently place them on the steps. Your noses are almost touching as Raphael whispers, “Raphael Santiago.”

You laugh through tears as you say, “Y/N Y/L/N, a pleasure.” Raphael takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth, cold lips ghosting over the back of your hand as he replies, “I assure you, Ms. Y/L/N, the pleasure is all mine.”

I’m going for the “half-assed at 2 AM running on sourpatch kids and tortilla chips” look

  1. in memoriam of all the NPCs that died // let me live - queen
    gettin real tired of this game of thrones horseshit, blizz
  2. dalaran // funkytown - lipps inc
    dalaran except less elves and more werewolves and dead people
  3. violet hold // mr. brightside - the killers
    COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I’VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE
  4. azsuna // rock the house - gorillaz
    farondis pls
  5. eye of azshara // electric feel - MGMT
    ah yes, there it is, the 50 mobs that we didn’t kill before pulling the boss that only appeared just now, while we’re killing the boss
  6. vault of the wardens // judas - lady gaga
    more like Salt of the Wardens ;)))
  7. stormheim // dragonborn - jeremy soule
    sylvanas @ vol'jin: NO TAKEBACKSIES MY ASS
  8. halls of valor // party rock anthem - LMFAO
    everyday I’m shufflin (my mortal coil)
  9. maw of souls // seven deadly sins - flogging molly
    odyn: I have never done anything wrong my entire life
  10. highmountain // ain’t no mountain high enough
    never in my life did I think I was going to utter the words “evil moose demons” but here we are
  11. neltharion’s lair // roll back the rock - john goodman
    hello, not-wrathion
  12. val'sharah // boogie wonderland - earth wind & fire
    [always sunny intro theme] druids ruin literally everything
  13. darkheart thicket // slim shady - eminem
    so says the SHADE of xavius ;)))
  14. black rook hold // thriller / heads will roll - glee
    I ain’t afraid of no ghost
  15. suramar // tik tok - ke$ha
    WHO GOES THERE
  16. court of stars // ode to the bouncer - studio killers
    I am forcibly removed from the court of stars
  17. arcway // don’t threaten me with a good time - panic at the disco
    real talk: how many gollum references are we up to atp
  18. illidan & xe'ra // everytime we touch - cascada
    reblog if ur part of the illidan defense squad uwu

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You’re Safe

Prompt: “You’re okay. You’re safe. Just breathe.” for @winchestersnco!!

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 949

Beta: One of the bests @babypieandwhiskey!!

Warnings: ANXIETY/ PANIC ATTACK (do NOT read if this is triggering to you)

A/N: Wtf is a semicolon and how do I use it. Woo! 100 followers celebration! 

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This hunt had gone extremely wrong and it was entirely your fault; there were no excuses. You had done the recon and you were wrong, you messed up, big time. You thought it was a small pack of werewolves but it turned out to be vampires. They had disguised their kills by taking the hearts out of their victims. You guys walked into the house armed with silver knives and bullets. It was a dirty fight, but you all got out alive. You used anything you could find to take off their heads. Dean found a rusty saw, Sam found an old, worn axe, and you found a samurai sword. You were able to kill most of them but three had escaped.

Now, you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala staring straight ahead, not talking to either Sam or Dean. At first, they tried telling you that it’s not your fault, that any hunter would have made the same mistake. Now, they have stopped trying to talk to you, knowing they aren’t going to get through to you. You have been dating Dean for a little over 5 months now and you were afraid this was his out. He was going to leave you because you were stupid enough to get something so simple, so wrong.

With only the rumble of the Impala to distract you, your mind starts racing. You begin thinking of all the people who will be killed by those three vamps that escaped. The innocent people who don’t deserve that horrific fate. You begin to get exceedingly hot and you can’t keep your eyes focused. You want to jump out of the car but you can’t move, you’re glued to the spot. Your heart rate picks up and you think it’s going to burst out of your chest. So much adrenaline is surging through your body, you’re sure you could run a marathon if you could move. You feel like your brain and body aren’t connected right now. You know you’re sitting down but your legs feel really weak.

Tears are now silently streaming down your face when your eyes come back into focus. The car suddenly stops moving and you strong feel arms wrapped around you. You take in the deepest breath you could muster up and you smell leather and gun powder. You know that smell all too well. You move your body for the first time to see Dean through your tear filled eyes. He keeps repeating, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Just breathe.”

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Dating Remus Lupin Would Include...
  • Him helping you with your work
  • You using this as an excuse to stare at him
  • And being incredibly attracted to how smart he is
  • Holding hands under the desk during class
  • And at all other times, actually
  • Tightening your grip when you’re covering werewolves in DADA
  • Using your fingers to spell out messages on each other’s skin
  • Too often ending up snickering about it
  • Because, let’s be honest, y'all were talking shit.
  • Helping first years find their way around the school together
  • No matter what house they’re in
  • Sneaking food from the kitchens
  • Being friends with all the house elves
  • They all adore you two
  • And get super happy when they see you coming
  • Being a damn hot couple.
  • Having a permanent place available in his bed
  • His bed being super comfortable
  • Listening to music together
  • Not really needing to say anything to show your love for each other
  • Cuddling on rainy days
  • And having hot chocolate together
  • Smelling like him after a cuddle session
  • Stealing his sweaters
  • And wearing them everywhere
  • “I can’t find my blue swea– never mind.”

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Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: Slight sexual content.
Word count: 1 307
A/N: Yet another idea made up by @pissheadofficial​, my spirit animal.
Man I have too many ideas for this, maybe I’ll write a sequel.


When people found out that your friends were werewolves, they became scared and learned to accept it, unlike you. Once Lydia had told you about her friends being supernatural creatures, including herself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how they made your heart flutter.

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Isaac x Reader

Requested by Anon

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“You’re staring at Isaac.” Lydia whispered and you blinked as you snapped out of your daze.

“N…no I wasn’t.” You whispered back and blushed as your eyes darted over to Isaac then back to Lydia who smiled.

“Oh, my God. You’re in love with him.“ She giggled and everyone looked over at you as you blushed and excused yourself, running up to the bathroom and hesitating as you came out, hoping the werewolves had been too busy arguing to notice.

“(Y/N)?” Isaac mumbled and you jumped as you turned around and he was stood behind you.

“Hi Isaac.” You squeaked and focused on the floor.

“I um heard what you said to Lydia… at least I heard what she said and then your um got upset?” Isaac seemed even more awkward than you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled and he frowned.

“Why?” When you looked up at him he smiled but it faltered when you shrugged.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for you." You stopped when Stiles bolted past to the bathroom and glanced back at him. “For you to notice me and I just sort of gave up.”

“Well… I like you, a lot.” Isaac smiled when you broke into a grin. “I like you before I was a werewolf.” He added and and you couldn’t help the happy giggle that escaped you.

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The X Files this or that

1. Mythology episodes or monster of the week?

2. Mulder or Scully’s apartment?

3. Basement office or Skinner’s office? 

4. Krycek or Doggett? 

5. Diana or Reyes? 

6. Scully or Reyes? 

7. Margaret Scully or Teena Mulder? 

8. Be abducted by aliens or kidnapped by a psychopath? 

9. Be frozen in an alien lair or stuck in a dome full of bees? 

10. Be held my Mulder or have Scully kiss you on the forehead? 

11. Kill Skinner or go undercover against Mulder with CSM?

12. Be stuck in Alaska with a human killing parasite or in a forest with a glowing swarm of insects that kill in darkness?

13. Go to a town full of vampires or werewolves?

14. Have your liver ripped out or be killed for your hair/fingernails?

15. Study psychology or medicine?

16. Be abducted by aliens or have the love of your life be abducted? 

17. Kiss Mulder’s forehead or hold Scully’s hand? 

18. Go onboard a ship and get stuck in 1939 or swap bodies with someone else? 

19. Be Mulder or Scully for a day? 

20. Have a movie made about you or be the focus of a COPS episode?

21. Christmas Carol/Emily or How the Ghosts Stole Christmas?

22. Do you prefer Mulder’s hair or Scully’s hair?

23. 1990s outfits or the revival outfits?

24. ‘Squeeze’ or ‘Tooms’?

25. Go hunting for aliens or supernatural creatures?


Feel free to add your own to this!!