wolf tendencies

Alpha Tendencies

can you please do an “episode” wherein Katsuki, Todoroki and/or Kirishima got hit by some kind of quirk that gave some wolf features and tendencies and with our little Izuka in the middle. Que: Deku Protecyion Squad plus Dad!Might. Que: Kinky/ hot (borderline lemon…only as a suggestion!) scenarios with either of the three boys mentioned (or possbly a dekubowl) due to Alpha tendencies xD And lastly; que: Fem!Izuku being an oblivious cinnamonroll, chaos ensue.

So I wrote this to the best of my abilities! The characters are slightly aged up - being in their third years when this all occurs. The story basically follows along with the three of them getting hit with a powerful side effect from a villain’s quirk, causing them to have some new features and new urges that get them all riled up. It’s a lot more peaceful than when I first planned, but I like the tone of it so far.

IT WAS 13 PAGES LONG. I had to stop it somewhere! XD If people would like me to continue it, I would be MORE than happy to - it might honestly become it’s own little side story with abo dynamics and Izuka’s own little harem ;)



“How the fucking hell did I get stuck with you two fuckers?”

Bakugou sneered as he looked around the large office the three boys were placed in, waiting for the hero known as Hound Dog to appear. He was a counselor at UA and agreed to help with the current assignment the students of 1-A were doing at the moment. Supposedly the class had been split up into teams of students who don’t always pair up with each other - hence Bakugou’s current predicament.

“Aw come on Bakubro! You don’t really mean that.” Kirishima’s grin irritated the blonde further, his palms flaring up within his gloves. “The three of us as a team is like a dream team! I bet we will ace this assignment no problem!”

“That all depends on if Bakugou can control his temper.” Todoroki’s eyes hardened on Bakugou’s shaking form as he sat patiently on the couch. “I’m afraid I’ll never be able to work with someone who is this explosive at times.”

“The fuck you say?!”

“See what I mean?”

Kirishima groaned as he fell against the chair adjacent to the couch. “Come on Bakugou. What has you so riled up anyway?”

“It probably has something to do with where Midoriya was placed.” Todoroki looked up to see Bakugou pacing as if thinking to himself now.

“I almost can say I feel the same. Izuka can handle her own, but the two on her team are a little… frightening.” Kirishima cringed, thinking back to placements and Izuka’s face as her name was called alongside Mineta’s and Aoyama’s.

“If that ball headed purple fucker even touches her I swear to kami I’ll blow him up so fucking good no one will be able to recognize him.”

Todoroki nodded his agreement. “That is something I can actually agree with you on Bakugou. If he lays a finger on her…” The flames on his left side suddenly sparked to life and Kirishima yelped as Todoroki slowly cooled himself down. “Sorry.”

“No dude it’s okay! Honestly! Just- wow you feel just as strongly about that as Bakubro and I do.”

“Midoriya is a close friend… she means…” Todoroki’s eyes looked up to glance at Bakugou. “She means alot to me.”

Bakugou’s teeth grit as he moved to say something before a large howl filled the room. “Settle down you three! It’s time to start the mission!”

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Reasons I love the “in space all humans are Steve Irwin”/ “earth is space Australia” thing.

It takes known notable traits of humanity that mark us as unusual on our own planet (endurance, multi-species pack bonding, how hard we are to kill, our willingness to cry WITNESS ME and push our bodies past what’s supposed to be our species limit) and extrapolates to these being unusual across the universe.

It extrapolates the fact that earth evolved a planet-wide species with hyperactive scar tissue, crazy powerful binding instincts, extreme endurance and durability to suggest or planet itself may be unusually dangerous, and runs through intriguing ideas based on that.

It does what good sci fi does best. Holds a mirror up to us so we can say this is what we are, and this is what we could be, and here all the bad and all the good. But it for this without falling for the “gritty” and “grimdark” that’s been plaguing much of modern commercial spec fic. It’s explicitly hopeful

The shared meta that is gradually forming.

Stabby the Roomba is an omni-universal constant

Reasons I don’t like it.

The tendency for people to just throw up humans-are-mary-sue plotlines that just parade humans as superhuman, like one I read recently where a human literally wrestled a wolf into submission.

The tendency to try and claim every and any trait as a space human unique trait. Some of these can be interesting, but mostly they’re not well thought out and leave me with more questions (if we’re the only creatures capable of imagination, how did others ever invent anything)

All the stories that massively misrepresent and stereotype one mental health condition or another for the sake of having a Magical Mentally Ill Savant story. (I’m not including the ones written by people with those mental health issues trying to find a space for themselves to be cool in the narrative, those are great)

Scars Map - A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part four)

Originally posted by lovershub

OKAY HERE IS PART FOUR OF SCARS MAP, and by the GIF, you obviously know what’s coming (no pun intended). 

Warning : smut. 

Part one, two and three


It has been quite a while since you last saw Remus.
The last time, you were laying down on his tiny hospital bed, holding him in your arms, crying. He was sound asleep and not in shape at all.
You never saw him so messed up from the full moons. That was the last picture of him you had in your mind.
You stopped seeing Sirius.

When you admitted to yourself that you felt different towards him, when you finally came to realize that your feelings for Remus were maybe more deep that you initially thought, you had to be honest with yourself. 

You had been so scared to lose Remus in every ways. There was of course the risks he was taking every time he was transforming, but there was also this constant concern of him hurting people he loved, despite everything he wished for. That would be worse than death, in his opinion. And he had came close to it. 
He had enough on his plate for constantly injuring himself, he didn’t have to bear the burden of harming people he cared for.
Yet, you never were afraid of him.
That’s why, that special night, when he rang your doorbell, you were happy to see him showing on your doorstep.
‘Y/N?‘he said, shoving up the rain in his golden locks.
‘Remus? Come on, come on in!’ you said, pulling him by the collar.
He found himself in your apartment, wet and out of breath. You thought he didn’t want to see anybody ever again. When he found himself at St-Mungos because he attacked his two best friends, he didn’t want to see them anymore. And it included you. He didn’t want you to be in the middle of it all.
'Remus, are you okay?’ you said, looking at his face.
He looked hurt and embarrassed.
'I don’t know, I just… I didn’t know where to go’ he replied, taking off his damp coat. 

'It’s okay’ you replied. 'You did the right thing, coming here.’
He looked into your eyes and smiled weakly.
'I didn’t come to get your pity, Y/N. I just… I felt like I needed to see you.’
You smiled back, heading to your tiny kitchen.
'You hungry?’ you asked, looking in the fridge if you had anything to offer him.
He shook his head.
'I already ate.’
You turned around and considered him. You knew exactly what time of the month it was.
'Remus, I could cook something, I don’t mind. I know you must be starving’ you said, checking if you had any red meat hiding in your freezer.
'Nah, I’m fine’ he said, stepping towards you.
You turned around, only to witness Remus messing with his hair. He looked so cute.
'What brought you here?’ you asked, sensing he was suddenly uncomfortable.
He scratched his neck.
'I don’t know really… I felt like seeing you’ he replied, embarrassed. 'Sort of followed my instinct.’
You smiled.
'I’m glad you’re here, really.’ You paused. 'How are you feeling?,
'Horrible…’ he answered, trying to push away the memories of his last transformation.
'I’m sorry’ you mumbled, stepping closer to his body.
There was nothing to do. You felt like you were losing it when you were around him. You stared into his green eyes and sensed something you never felt before. There was lust in his gaze, like he really was about to explode with it.
'Remus?’ you asked.
He pushed himself on you, started to kiss deeply your lips, leaving traces of his imprint all over you. You mumbled something under your breath, but felt your spirit leaving your body all at once. Remus’ hands were searching for your skin as he started to pull up your shirt.
'Y/N’ he breathed in your neck, while your were already unbuckling his pants.
His hands ran down your waist as he grabbed your body to sit you down on the tiny kitchen’s counter. Legs spread to wrap him between, you searched for his sweet lips again, pushing your tongue in his mouth, ready to deliver yourself to him, entirely.
He stopped for a moment, admiring you giving yourself to him. He caressed your cheek, resting for a moment next to your face.
'I don’t know what I did to deserve you’ he whispered in your ear, putting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
As an answer, you pushed your panties down, knowing your whole body ached only to feel his touch once again on your skin.
He chuckled and took you in his arms, carrying you to your living room. He laid you down on the tiny couch, smiling at you. You could feel the urge and the hunger he felt towards you as he kneeled before you, placing gentle kisses between your thighs.
It made you moaned with desire instantly.
You knew exactly what this moment meant. The full moon was approaching. His wolf tendencies were getting nearer by the minute. He needed you in a intuitional way. You were his prey and was glad of it.
You saw him taking a mouthful of your wet sex as he started to lap on it. That only gesture pushed you over the edge. You put your hands and pushed gently on his head as he licked you with insatiable appetite. Only the white scar crossing his handsome face shone bright into the dim lit room.
'Remus’ you said, between two moans. 'I want you.’
Your legs were shaking now with all the pleasure you felt. He thrusted his fingers deep into you, moving them inside back and forth as you started to feel like you were pushed over the edge.
'Shit-’ you mumbled under your panting as you reached your release.
While you were recovering from your orgasm, Remus covered you with sweet kisses.
There was no release for him. Instead, you could read that he was really, but really, hungry for you. This was just a glimpse of what he would do to you. It turned you on even more. In a hurry, you untied his pants completely and you felt his hard sex pushing through his underwear. It lightened something in you. He removed the fabric from his waist and laid you down on the couch.
You felt his hard cock tickling your slippery folds, inviting him into you.
He pushed the tip inward, making you grab the couch intensely.
You sighed, ready to take him all at once.  
He considered you for a moment.
'I know we shouldn’t but…’ he said, sighing. 'Nothing comes close to the way I need you right now.’
You grabbed his chin in your hands and kissed him deeply.
Remus slowly thrusted himself into you, pounding slowly, with abeyance, while you held your breath between each shove. You felt your chest become heavier with emotion as you read his beautiful face, released of any tension. There it was: just him and you, alone together.
You felt sweat falling from his steamy forehead on your bouncing breast. He pushed your legs up as he started pounding a little bit faster.
You saw Remus close his eyes. He rested his face in the hollow of your neck. You felt him biting you mildly. There was it, the animal within him, revealing himself to you. And you didn’t mind. You loved him in his complex absoluteness.
You ran your hands down his back, feeling every scars on it crossing bumping on your thumbs.
You felt his tongue slide on your skin, he was devouring you entirely.
'Don’t stop’ you said, feeling yourself be put over the edge, again.
He growled, clutching on your hips with his fingernails, leaving tiny marks on you.
You needed more than this. You needed him to break you. You wished he knew you were his, completely. You never felt like that ever before.
You could feel you were getting near your release.
'Remus’ you whispered, between pantings and moans.
He didn’t stop moving, but he stared in your eyes. He was there, he was aware of everything.
'Remus I love you’ you admitted, feeling like you were about to cum.
You were afraid of what he was going to say. You were frightened he wouldn’t answer. That he’d stop. Because maybe what pushed him into your arms tonight was the fact that he was just thirsty for some skin. That he needed a warm body to keep him company.
Instead, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it immediately.
You felt your walls tightening around him and moaned your deep pleasure into the whole room.
'I love you too’ you heard him say, amid two cries of pleasure. 'I love you too, Y/N’ he repeated.
A discharge took hold of your body completely as you heard those words.
You looked at Remus releasing himself into you, with a broken and deep howl.
Both panting and petrified, you stared into each others eyes.
You didn’t know what to say anymore.
'Is it true?’ said, Remus, resting his head on your laps.
'What?’ you asked, stroking his hair.
'You know what I am, Y/N. You can’t possibly-’
'I love you’ you cut him. 'I love everything about you.’
He turned his head to look at your messy self. He smiled.
'And I love you too. What are we going to do with that?’ he answered.



Can you do 9 with that set of kisses with stiles or Liam - @meganschuster07

//I really like how this one turned out, hope you like it!!

Words: 397

Liam/Reader Fluff

“Li-” You start, biting your lip to hide your grin as Liam leans forward to press another kiss on your cheek. You can’t suppress your giggle as he wraps his arm around your waist, scooting his chair closer to yours and pulling you closer at the same time. You look up from the history book currently open on your dining room table as you took notes from it, turning to your boyfriend as you attempted to look annoyed with him. You can’t help but crack a smile at the grin he flashes you. You shake your head with a chuckle, turning to look back at the sentence you were in the middle of writing.

 You’re able to successfully take down a few more notes and turn the page, but just as you begin to write down a date that seemed to be important, you’re interrupted by the feeling of lips on your shoulder.

 "Liam!“ You exclaim, turning to look at him with a only slightly sincere glare. "I am trying to study!”

 "But I’m bored…“ He whines, his bottom lip forming a pout as he gives you his puppy dog eyes. You can only glare at him for so long before turning away, huffing out as you mumble under your breath,

 "Your puppy-dog eyes should be illegal. You can’t use my weaknesses against me.”

 "Yes I can-“ You don’t even have to look at his face to know the blue eyed boy was grinning. He pulls you closer to him, leaning over to nuzzle your neck affectionately, his wolf like tendencies a side effect of the supernatural blood running through his veins. He places another kiss on your neck, and you can feel his smirk as he proceeds to leave a few more, scattering them slightly.


 "What?“ He whispers softly in your ear, his hands resting on your hips as you struggle to focus on the notes you’d been taking for the past half hour.

 "You’re distracting me….” You whine, weakly attempting to push him away. The wolf boy doesn’t budge, and you decide to finally surrender to him. 

 Placing your pencil down on the wooden table, you turn in your seat and proceed to leave your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you with a smirk. You don’t miss the glint in his eyes as you speak up,

 "A short break won’t kill anyone….“

w0wr00d  asked:

Can we suggest prompts from that list u reblogged? Bc if so, can you try 4 pls?

So, this somehow turned into a 11k monstrosity. Hope you enjoy it! And as always, also on ao3! (Thinking about turning this into a series, what do y’all think?)

One would think that after living his entire life ― almost twenty nine years now ― as a werewolf Derek would be used to the exhaustion and disorientation that came with the morning after a full moon. One would think that he would be used to the insufferable cottonmouth often accompanied by the humiliating realization that he had made some poor little woodland creature his meal, finding clumps of fur and bits of flesh around his mouth.

One would also think that he would be used to waking up completely naked, or at the very least nearly so, in the most random of places, ranging from the roof of his family’s home in the preserve to an unfamiliar parking lot across town. One might think that he would be used to the sensory overload the full moon brought with it, every sense heightened and intensified, a wave of primordial instincts rushing to the forefront of his mind.

One might think that he would be used to actually being a werewolf. But one would be wrong.

Because each and every month, without fail, Derek was overwhelmed by the thrall of the full moon and all its influencing effects. In mere moments, the control he worked so hard to maintain, in both his personal and professional lives, was shattered the instant the moon rose above the treetops.

Like clockwork, he and most of his family succumbed to their lupine instincts, the moonlight baptizing them each month, letting them shed their human burdens and be reborn in the night. It was like a cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins being shot into their veins, invigorating them the way nothing else on earth possibly could.

Most took to the woods, in either full or beta shift, spending the night hunting white-tailed and mule deer, whetting their ravenous appetites with fresh venison, painting their lips and fangs with warm blood. Others spent the time satisfying their more carnal desires, locking themselves behind closed doors with their mates to romp around in the sheets, testing both the limits of the Hale House’s soundproofing and the integrity of the headboards.

Personally, Derek preferred the thrill of the hunt, having no mate or partner by any stretch of the imagination, spending his night on four paws instead of two feet. He reveled in the carefree rush of chasing down prey, his eyes glittering yellow in the dark depths of the forest as he brought a buck to bay, sinking his fangs into the ungulate’s throat.

But he was also prone to wander, especially after his eating his fill of freshly killed deer or elk, his entire pack poking fun at his ‘lone wolf’ tendencies as they had been dubbed, wandering away the from the pack for seemingly no reason. Usually, he didn’t remember his little episodes of midnight wanderlust, only recalling catching wind of the most wondrous scent he had ever even dreamed of encountering, drawn to it like a moth to the flame, or rather a wolf to the moon.

His sisters, and more often than not his uncle and even both of his parents, constantly teases him about the mysterious siren scent he kept finding himself inexplicably attracted to, it luring him like the sweetest ambrosia. Their ribbing was mostly tolerable, a necessary evil he had grown accustomed to throughout his childhood of growing up with all of his family, both immediate and extended, living under the same roof.

But what was truly insufferable was the fact that his mother insisted that it was the scent of his mate, thus why it was so very intoxicating to him, sometimes going off on unbelievably embarrassing tangents about how she had met their father. It was a story they had all heard a million times before, the details burned into their memories, with a few more sordid details added once they were old enough.

It was such a foolishly romantic notion that it couldn’t possibly be true, an old omega’s tale of true mates and the moon’s heavenly light guiding couples, together though, admittedly, he found the idea of mates rather palatable. He was bolstered by the knowledge that somewhere out there in the world was someone absolutely perfect for him, someone who complemented him completely.

Where he was shy and at times cold and distant, his mate would be extroverted and exuberant and warm. Where he was more domestic and content at home, his mate would be adventurous and energetic, loud where he was quiet. His mate would be the day to his night, the sun to his moon. And it would be perfect.

The very thought appealed to him a great deal, especially with his less than stellar dating history.

First, there had been Kate, a woman older than him by more than twenty years who had used her charms and worldliness to entice and seduce him when he was barely legal, only a high school senior. She had been his first real girlfriend, making him feel older and more confident than he actually was, his friends on the basketball team practically worshipping him for sleeping with an older woman, christening her Cougar Kate.

They had shortly thereafter learned that she came from what was possibly the most well known family of werewolf hunters, the harsh truth coming to light when she attempted to burn down the Hale House. Fortunately, they had caught her red-handed before she could strike a single match, having had the bright idea to use pure gasoline and kerosene, the mere scent waking up everyone in the house. She had been arrested on the spot, given a speedy trial during which she was quickly convicted of over twenty counts of attempted murder, sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.

Derek had sworn off relationships after that, shifting his focus to his studies. Having gotten into his first choice school, Stanford, he jumped headfirst into college life.

After graduating college with his Master’s in both education and history, he started dating Jennifer Blake, an English professor at a local community college. She had too had initially been sweet and intriguing, engaging him in the most intriguing talks about literature and the humanities but she hadn’t been much better than Kate in the long run.

In all actuality, she was not merely an English teacher, she was also a darach, a former emissary who had been betrayed by her ex-girlfriend and former pack. Apparently, from what Derek could gather, her plan was to siphon off as much energy from him and his family as she could, conspiring to conduct a series of sacrifices to revitalize her own power enough so she could exact revenge on her former pack.

It was all very convoluted and downright crazy, like something out of a bad Syfy original movie Peter always insisted on watching for the sole purpose of verbally ripping them apart, pointing out plot holes and awful dialogue. Again, luckily, they had discovered her devious little plot before she could lay a finger on a single virgin, shooing her out of their territory after relieving her of the last remainders of her power.

After all of that, Derek had completely sworn off any sort of romantic relationships, along with any sexual relationships, vehemently refusing to join any dating sites or pick up a one night stand like Laura and Erica insisted he do. With his luck, he would probably end up sleeping with a succubus, or an incubus as he had officially announced that he was bisexual shortly after graduating high school, after the whole Kate debacle.

Instead, he dedicated all of his time and energy to his family and his career, pouring all of himself, body and soul, into his new job at Beacon University, teaching History 135: Native American and Indigenous Peoples. And while he loved his job with all his heart, and his family even more so, he had to admit that sometimes he did long for a partner.

He longed for someone to curl up on the couch with after a long day, wrapped up in a warm blanket as they cuddled by the fireplace. He longed for someone to come home to after a long day of teaching and grading papers, someone to greet him with a quick kiss and a, “How was your day?”

He wanted someone he could bring home to meet his family, someone both of his parents could interrogate about their intentions with him, putting the fear of the moon into them. He wanted someone he could rely on to always be there for him, through thick and thin, through good times and bad.

He wanted someone he could wake up to on mornings like this.

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Jealousy (Werewolf AU Nam Joohyuk Scenario)

Summary: Dogsitting was a bad, bad decision.

Author’s Note: You never get any submissions even though there’s a submission box, so I wanted to drop something here~ ^^

“Oh… This is bad timing,” you say as Joohyuk forces his way into your apartment with his body of steel. He curiously sniffs the air in the direction of your kitchen, seeming to approve whatever you had fixed in there before crashing onto your couch. The grown man nuzzles the blanket you had left there the night before after watching movies, endearingly rutting his nose into the polyester.

You had been close friends with Joohyuk since your freshman year of college. You had found out that he was actually a werewolf a year later, and here you were, still putting up with his neediness and supernatural secret. It was an understatement to say that Joohyuk got used to freely expressing his wolf tendencies in front of you. There had always been moments that briefly reveal the feelings of something more than friendship between the two of you. You were just refusing to address it, afraid of the possibilities of dating a beast.

“But I missed you,” Joohyuk whines, peeking at you from under your blanket. Did he say “werewolf” years ago when he actually meant “human puppy”? You refuse to let his sweet words entice you, and only huff to show your annoyance. But he catches on that you didn’t actually want him to leave and settles back down on the couch.

“I’m watching my grandmother’s dog while she visits my parents,” you explain. Lame excuse, you know, but your dad was awfully allergic to fur, and you remember playing with the large canine back in high school. Joohyuk grunts, his way of telling you that he didn’t care. You’re about to ask why he came when the doorbell rings a second time that morning.

After what felt like a decade of your grandmother swooning over Joohyuk acting like “grandson-in-law” material, you’re finally left with the large mutt your grandmother had taken in years ago. Sammy was a large, tan, short-haired mutt that seemed part pitbull, hound, and anything in between. He was a loving dog that immediately showers you with kisses and tackles the moment the door shuts.

Joohyuk is like a giant towering over you as he eyes the domesticated canine dubiously. Sammy doesn’t catch on to the territorial anger washing towards him in waves until your best friend sharply growls. Your grandmother’s dog backs off at first, but then noisily barks his head off to earn his rank in the two-canine hierarchy. Worried that Sammy will disturb neighbors, you give Joohyuk a smack to the arm before giving the dog the attention he had begged for.

Joohyuk ends up following you around the house, sending Sammy warning glares and brief flashes of his canine teeth. When doing laundry, Joohyuk was pressed up against your side, his chin resting on your head with Sammy busily licking your feet (since the werewolf didn’t seem to let the poor dog do anything else). When doing the dishes, Joohyuk was right behind you, looming over you with his chin once again resting on your head. These small moments end up messing with your heart, but you refuse to let it distract you and still make sure Sammy gets the attention he needs.

After feeding Sammy, you turn the stove back on to reheat the stew you made for yourself. The mutt begins yapping and pawing at your thigh, begging for more food despite just having eaten earlier.

Joohyuk had been complaining about your ignorance to him the wntire day. It wasn’t your fault; his sudden skinship with you had turned you into mush (avoiding a confrontation when you were weak against his charms was the best solution).

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?” Joohyuk seemed exasperated at this point. You didn’t even hum along to his singing when it was a regular segment for the two of you. He presses himself up against your back to rest his chin on your shoulder, trapping you between his hands that rested at the edge of the counter. You tense up, feeling your face flush at the intimate position. Unable to turn around, your grit your teeth before answering, “You’re not acting normal today.”

Despite not facing him, you can feel the heat emanating from his harsh glare at the wall. Ripping himself away from you, he sends the dog into your room, slamming your bedroom door shut. Startled, you follow after him to scold him for scaring the dog, but he uncharacteristically grabs you by the shoulders and slams you against the hallway wall.

You’re winded for a few seconds from his superior strength, but then the breath whooshes out of you when he pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel his nails desperately digging into your back, and you wince, grabbing his sweater at the sides to attempt to push him away.

“What is wrong with you today?” you hiss, but quiet down when you notice how pained his breathing sounds. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, savoring your scent for a few seconds before finally speaking. He tightens his grip around you, not satisfied until every inch of his body is pressed up against you. You’re overwhelmed by the new, sensual embrace, but you’re thankful that he couldn’t see your flushed face.

“Wolves… mate for life, right?” He waited for your grunt of agreement before continuing. “Well, werewolves are the same way… I came here this morning to tell you that… well, I’m not sure since when, but… I think I began seeing you as my mate after we got closer.” Your heart bursted at his confession, but you stayed still to hear him out. “I didn’t make it official or anything, but, I just got that feeling. That instinct. ‘Look, this beautiful woman is mine.’ I feel like I have the world in my palm whenever I have you in my arms. Y/N-ah, when I saw that dog rubbing his side against your legs like that, something snapped. No male should ever be allowed to approach you like that. I got territorial and wanted to establish my relationship with you, when I realized… you probably don’t feel and see me the same way.”

You stay still as Joohyuk hazily presses a soft kiss against your pulse point, heart racing. You feel weak in his arms, unable to believe that your best friend had also loved you this entire time. You bury your face into his chest, lightly hitting his ribcage with a clenched fist.

“You idiot, you should have told me sooner,” you whine with a sniff. “We could have been dating this entire time?”

Joohyuk lets go of you at once, pulling back to examine your face incredulously. Not finding a single shred of lie in your eyes, he happily ducks in for a chaste kiss. You still immediately, staring at him with wide eyes until he laughs and swoops in for another kiss… and many more to come.

Sammy’s still barking in the background since Joohyuk locked him in your room.

Submitted scenario by @eunhyeseyo

Originally posted by p-b-e

Why I’m not active in the 10th Kingdom fandom

Here’s why I’m not active in the 10th Kingdom fandom.

I saw 10th Kingdom when it first aired on NBC in 2000 and loved it.  Years later I saw the DVD box set for sale at Suncoast video and decided to finally buy it.  This was around 2004 or 2005.  As I was already very active in Vampire Chronicles and Labyrinth Fandoms on the Internet at the time I decided to join all the 10th Kingdom Yahoo groups I could find as I was way behind on taking part in the fandom.

One group, which seemed to be very active, and was attached to a fan page run by a woman who had met Simon Moore (the writer of 10th Kingdom).   However once I joined I realized the woman in question and her friends were not all that friendly to new people.  I was treated like a Newbie and when I mentioned that I had liked 10th Kingdom back when it first aired I was out right accused of lying.  “If you liked it when it first aired when did you only start joining fan groups this week?  You joined ten fan groups this week and weren’t in any 10th Kingdom fan groups before.  If you really liked it since it first aired you would have been in the fan groups already.” 

I was utterly taken aback.   I never had to justify being late to joining a fandom before.  Even the 1960s Dark Shadows fandom never treated people like that.  I tried to explain that it just never occurred to me to join the yahoo groups before but they didn’t believe me.  Also I felt kind of stalked that they had checked my group activities like that and treated me like some kind of poseur.

It didn’t stop there though.  When I suggested that Wolf had many traditional werewolf traits (wolf-like tendencies, changing on the full moon, can be killed by burning at the stake, decapitation or arrow that appeared to be silver, ect…) and though an original character, he might count as a werewolf, I got chewed out by the group owner who not only insisted I was wrong but used the fact that she had met Simon Moore and he “told her” that Wolf was an original character, as proof that he couldn’t possibly count as a werewolf.  

Then came a conversation about a character’s height from a different fandom.  I forget the specifics of the conversation but I corrected the group owner about a character height and so one of her friends removed me from the group because she “thought it looked like I was calling her out.”  After other members asked that I be reinstated I was allowed back but “moderated” so I couldn’t correct the group owner about anything again.  (She was wrong a lot…)  Frustrated I simply left.

I never made an effort to enter the 10th Kingdom fandom again.   And that, friends, is why, despite my deep love of 10th Kingdom I am not active in the fandom.

5 Steps to Grief

also on Ao3
originally written for @runcharityzine


He knows what this is. Knows just as surely as he knows his own name, or the weight of his fully-formed bayard in the palm of his hand, or the fact that he’ll probably never get to see Earth or his little shack in the desert ever again.

Strangely enough, he finds himself content with this. With knowing his home planet is so far out of reach. The fact of the matter is, Keith never planned on returning to Earth in the first place. He’d hoped, of course, because, while he might not have a family waiting for him like Pidge or Lance or Hunk, Earth is still his home, and will always be his home, with all of its good and bad and things in between. He’d hoped, but he’d never planned on it. He knows too well what this thing they’re doing out here— this whole ‘defenders of the universe’ thing they’ve had thrust upon them— actually means. Knows this is war, and that they’re on the front lines, and realistically the chances of all of them returning to Earth at the end of this long, messy fight is slim to none. The best they can hope for is having four out of five outlive the fight. And, out of all of them, Keith’s pretty sure his name is near the top of the list for those that don’t make it, mostly due to his impulsive, lone-wolf tendencies and his complete inability to back down from a fight.

So, of course, it’s just his luck that what cements his spot as the paladin that doesn’t make it actually isn’t either of those things, but rather his exceptionally deep bond with the rest of his team. His intrinsic need to keep them all safe.

Irony, his thoughts supply. It brings to mind the beak-nosed, thin-lipped woman who had taught his English 8 class right before he’d reached the minimum age for enrolling in Galaxy Garrison, when all of his grief and loneliness had started manifesting in outbursts of anger and disciplinary problems. Irony is when the audience is aware of something that the character on stage is himself unaware of, he recalls her saying. Recalls, too, his first year at Galaxy Garrison and Professor Iverson’s lectures on the history of human flight and the discovery of how jets, given enough momentum and a powerful enough engine, can break past the aerodynamic drag to fly faster than the speed of sound.

That’s how he feels right now, seeing the beam of concentrated light gather at the tip of the Galra blaster. It takes only a second, only a quick glance up at the blaster aimed right at Lance’s back, to see what’s happening and know how it’s going to end. Thoughts whirl through his head like a storm, flitting across his mind one after the other at a speed so fast that everything else around him seems to pause.

It all seems to pause.

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anonymous asked:

Scira or Scallison? Stalia or Stydia? And why? Who do you think had the best chemistry? I love reading your views!!

Thanks! Yeah, I have a few posts on this question.

I’ll start with the easier one, I’m a Stalia fan and have never been swayed by Stydia. Why? Well.

First of all, and I am a fan of ships where the two people have minimal scenes together, but Stiles and Lydia don’t spend enough time together for me to really find them particularly moving. Whenever I come across a Stydia fan who admits that Stiles’ infatuation with her in season 1 was obsessive and creepy and just icky at times, they follow that up by saying what great friends they became since then but, like, where? To me, it’s more like they’re cogs in the wheel that is the pack like everyone else, their friendship with each other isn’t unique from the friendship they have with the other people in the pack, which is also why, the whole “Stiles is Lydia’s hero” narrative doesn’t make sense to me because everyone goes hard for everyone in the pack, Lydia seeing Malia get killed is what wakes her up from a coma, Scott has his we did so much for someone we didn’t know but “This is Lydia” speech, everyone put their asses on the line to get her out of the asylum just like how everyone went hard for Mason and went hard for Jackson, that’s what that pack does. If I’m being more lenient to Stydia the only thing I can say is that the way Stiles fees about her … it doesn’t even feel personal to me, it’s more like  Lydia is this symbol or on this pedestal, like a thread in his life but she doesn’t need to be his girlfriend, she just needs to be a fixture in his life, she just needs to be safe, she just needs to call him from time to time and he’s good, Lydia just needs to be OK.

But with Malia … the way he cares about her and the way he protects her (or did in season 4) I found that very much personal

(the way he sort of walk runs toward her)

or his sheer panic at the thought that she was leaving him behind in 4x01

or when he refuses to leave her during the full moon and in fact unchains her and the way he knows her … Stiles knows everyone because Stiles is smart and perceptive he’s the whacky brain of the group but there’s such an intimacy to his knowledge of Malia and Dylan and Shelley have the chemistry to bring that to life so when she tells him how relationships are hard for her they’re like … and he says, “Like math?” which goes back to the very beginning of the season and how hard she struggled with math and his attempts to help her with it and then she says, “I hate math” and he sort of inches toward her and says, “You hate me?” the amount of affection and sexual tension and catharsis in that moment.

And that snuggling scene? Oh my God, I love it so much much because Stiles can’t sleep, he isn’t used to having someone else in his bed and is almost irritated by having her there and they try all these different positions and when she says back-to-back he has this, “Well I don’t like this” and it’s because they’re not touching and it’s not a suitable compromise for him and then now that she’s gone, he isn’t used to sleeping without her? Which can be a metaphor for how they grew to become this couple and love each other?

(also I love Stiles’ face ^^ because it’s sheepish and dorky and cute and he actually just looks happy to be with her)

I just ship them so hard and was frustrated that they fell apart for absolutely no reason other than JD decided it was time for them to stop being together because yeah, which leads me to the second question.

I ship both Scira and Scallison, I think both ships have great chemistry, I think that they’re also very different.

I understand why people still hold on to Scallison because it was a very precious ship, it was very high school, I feel like I’m 14 every time I watch them and I have such a dorky smile on my face when I watch them because it’s this Crazy Stupid Love, Boombox Over My Head, Can’t Eat, Can’t Sleep, XOXO Hearts All Over My Notebook L O V E LOVE

and the show just decided to end it for absolutely no reason. Like I take issue with the whole “a woman needs to get out of a relationship to find her independence” trope especially since Allison ends up with Isaac for no discernible reason, like there was really no suitable explanation for Scallison to end. But at the same time, Scallison was also very high school, which I know I already said but that comes with certain flaws, like they were immature with each other which is why a lot of the time Stiles is so hilariously done with them; they’re just so wrapped up in one another and their star-crossed romance, everything is about the other person, Scott’s password and username is Allison. he can’t control his wolf tendencies because Allison was his anchor, Lydia just wants to know what the hell is going on and Allison is only concerned with Lydia not telling anyone that her and Scott are seeing each other, they’re too busy having sex in the car they don’t realize Jackson escaped. And maybe they could’ve grown up with each other and within their relationship but that’s not what the show wanted, which brings me to Scira.

I love Scira and they’re very different from Scallison in the sense that there is still that high school nervousness between them sometimes like when Scott kisses Kira at the lockers without thinking and she doesn’t know how to handle it, or when he says I love you without thinking and she doesn’t know how to handle it (a lot of Scott doing something without thinking and Kira being like uh …) but they’re more grounded. And that groundedness is rooted in their physicality, which is interesting because Scallison is also rooted in physicality but Scallison’s physicality is like we kiss and I’m breathless, you touch my hand and my heart stops:
 but with Scira, it’s we kiss and the world stops:

you touch my hand and I’m stilled.

You hold me and I’m grounded.

There’s an urgency with which they need to be in each other’s arms but that urgency disappears once they actually get there

because they can relax and decompress and feel comforted and rooted so basically they’re a breath of fresh air whereas Scallison is just pure breathlessness and those are two very different chemistries but I probably lean more toward Scira.

Dog People- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request @wolfwarrior22: Hello Can I make a request Xmen(peter,Kurt,orCharles not paralyzed)x reader with a wolf mutation(tail ears wolf like tendencies like growling)and she can turn into a giant wolf based on the song heathens by 21pilots

A/N: So I really loved this request, it was so unique and cool, so thanks for this! Also, for the Xmen character to be apart of this I chose Peter, and I decided to leave the reader with the wolf ears (even while human), like the request asked, but to not have a tail when in human form, I hope that’s okay!! :) (Who’s the worst a coming up with titles…this girl!)

Originally posted by thewinchesternightangel

Note: Reader has ability to turn into wolf, and when in human form as wolf like tendencies including wolf ears.

You were lounging on your bed, Twenty One Pilots blaring into your headphones. Your eyes were closed, fingers tapping against your leg. It was days like this you savored, when you had as much time to yourself as you wanted. You hummed along to the song, enjoying not having any plans or interruptions when suddenly you felt a hand shaking your shoulder.

“Heyy, hey, heyy.” You paused your music, opening your eyes in annoyance. Peter Maximoff, was standing over you, that cocky grin plastered on his face, but when he met your gaze he stepped back a bit. “Woah your eyes they’re-” you suddenly felt embarrassed and blinked a few times, willing your eyes to return to their normal shade. They changed when you got worked up, but not just your eyes, other parts of your mutation surfaced as well. It was small things, like a growl that you totally didn’t plan, or your eyes turning a bright yellowish green color, it wasn’t something you were exactly proud of especially when everyone else her seemed to be able to keep their mutations in check, but it was who you were everyone in the mansion had their abilities and yours was turning into a wolf.

“What do you want Peter?” You huffed, pulling out your earbuds, knowing him, he wasn’t just going to let you return to listening your music in peace.

“Oh nothing really,” he said, leaning against the post at the end of your bed, arms crossed over his chest. “Just wondering if you wanted to take the Convertible for a spin, Scott’s too busy with Jean, and Kurt’s being a pain in the ass like usual. He gave you a smile that tugged at one corner of his lips. 

“Are you going to let me say no?” You sat forward looking up at him. He gave his head a small shake. “Well fine then, I’d love to.” You offered a sarcastic smile and held out your hand for him to pull you up. He did easily, tugging you off your bed, and then without asking placed one hand on your neck, to brace your head, and ran you into the garage. You sucked in a sharp breath when you finally stopped and bent over, hands on your knees. Running like that always made you sick. Peter laughed at your discomfort and climbed into the driver’s side of the car. 

“Coming?” He motioned to the passenger seat with a smirk, you sighed, but hopped in. He started the car.

“Is this even allowed?” You buckled your seat belt, feeling nervous, Peter wasn’t exactly one to take things slow.

“Sure it is.” He gave you wide grin, “if we don’t get caught.” He added a moment later, but only as a mumble under his breath.

“Peter.” You chided him, but he brushed off your tone with a laugh. You couldn’t help but smile along with him. You adjusted your light blue baseball cap so it wouldn’t fly off your head as the car picked up speed down the road.

“I don’t know why you wear those all the time.” He shot you a sideways glance. He was talking about your hat.

“Yes you do.” You huffed. Everyone knew why you constantly had a baseball cap on, especially Peter, it was to hide your ears, because to add to being able to turn into a full on wolf, in human form you were still left with the wolfish ears, soft and fuzzy, but extremely annoying, you wore the caps to cover them, and Peter’s favorite game to play was to flip it off your head every time he walked by you and laugh as you frantically pulled it back on. He wasn’t being mean, he was just being Peter.

“Come on.” He punched  your arm. “Your mutation is sick. You get to turn into a giant dog when ever you want and who doesn’t love dogs?” He grinned at you causing you to laugh.

“Cat people,” you corrected him with a joking smile, “cat people don’t like dogs and besides I’m not turning into some Golden Retriever, my mutation allows me to turn into a wolf.”

“Well hey, at least you aren’t turning into a big blue bear like Hank and as a bonus you get to hang out with a dog person.” You laughed as he pointed his thumbs at himself. You both quieted a bit after that, enjoying the spring breeze and the car’s radio, when out of nowhere you swerved to the right, skidding on the road. “Shit,” Peter exclaimed frantically spinning the wheel. The car slid across the asphalt before finally stopping on the other side. 

“Oh my God.” You finally breathed when things settled. “What just happened?” You turned, wide eyed, to Peter.

“I don’t know we hit something back there and blew a tire.” He ran his fingers anxiously through his silver hair. “Oh God, Charles is going to kick my ass.” He laid his forehead on the steering wheel. 

“What do we do?” You finally said after the realization set in that you were both screwed.

“I guess we walk back, at least were not that far away, we’ll have to come back with Logan or someone to tow the car.” He shrugged, but looked totally defeated. 

“So much for a fun ride.” You opened your door stepping onto the street.

“Well it was fun.” Peter said with a small smile that revealed his dimples. You laughed. “I can get us there like in a minuet you know?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I know,” you smiled at him, “but you’re not the only one with a mutation.” He held his hands up, “alright dog whisperer, let’s see it.” He looked at you expectantly. You sighed and took a few short strides forward. Your height immediately changed and suddenly the world looked much different, sharper, clearer, like it always did when you transformed. You perked your ears up at Peter who smiled at you.

“Who’s a cute puppy?” He laughed and you let out a joking growl. “I’ll see you back at the mansion he smiled one last time before disappearing completely, already gone. You made your way back too, at first trotting, but then breaking into a full on run.

All right, friends and neighbors, as you may have gleaned from my posts Christa is my second favorite character in The Walking Dead, behind only Clementine herself, and since it’s Christa Day, I’m gonna (briefly) tell you why she’s a complex and deeply written character who deserves more interest than she gets.

Christa’s a loner who cares deeply about other people in spite of herself. Christa’s modus operandi when it comes to survival is to keep her human baggage as light as possible, but her pragmatism is always at war with her compassion. She wants to be a cool-headed survivor who can make tough choices without emotional distraction but fears losing her humanity in the process. She coldly votes to leave Ben behind in Crawford because That’s What Needs to Be Done, but the minute Clem argues for the more compassionate choice, Christa recants, surprised by her own behavior.

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A changed man: Gajeel Redfox

A long time ago, I got an ask about whether I’m considering writing metas about other characters or BrOTPs. I mentioned that I wanted to do one on Gajeel because Mashima’s made a well-rounded and complex character in the Iron Dragon Slayer. I’m happy that he’s given Gajeel such great moments and development to his character. I think we can all agree that the Gajeel now is no longer the same Gajeel we first saw.

I am so proud of how far you’ve come, Gajeel *sheds tears* and props to you Mashima-sensei.

To the anon, this is about a year overdue since your ask ^^” but it is finally here!

Now on with a trip down memory lane!

Abandoned, Prideful, and mean - Gajeel before and during Phantom Lord

We first meet Gajeel as an antagonist in the beginning of the Phantom Lord arc.

The iron dragon had no mercy for the weak. He believed his power was his strength, and Master Jose gave him opportunities to use it - mostly for the bad. He was feared by his guild mates and he taunted them and let them.

It is understandable when we realise that he was abandoned by his dragon, just like Natsu. However, Gajeel felt hurt and betrayed. Who needs the damn dragon anyway? His magic was his pride and all he had left and survive and go on when Metalicana disappeared.

While Natsu was found by Makarov and Mystogan found Wendy and later on Cait Shelter, Gajeel was alone. While the former two started on the right foot due to the people they met. Gajeel wasn’t so lucky.

In some form or way, Jose found him and took him to Phantom Lord, where Master Jose took a liking to his powers and had him use it for all the wrong reasons.

It probably strengthened his belief that his dragon slaying magic and brute force is all he needed - for he is feared and admired by his guild mates and others by these two things he possesses alone.

Until he encountered Fairy Tail. He thought destroying Fairy Tail’s guild would weaken their morale, but it didn’t. He thought hurting Levy, Jet, and Droy - the “weakest” link in Fairy Tail - to spite them would work, but it didn’t. He thought beating Lucy to a pulp would make her fear him, make her weak, but she didn’t back down from his taunting.

Mashima never delved into the horrible things Gajeel did, however he did clue us in that our Iron Dragon Dork isn’t a bad person. Gajeel did want to reject Makarov’s hand in joining Fairy Tail. He felt that he didn’t deserve a place in a guild he sought to destroy.

Mashima instilled through Makarov that Gajeel could change. Thus begins the journey where us as readers start to see where Mashima is laying the groundworks for Gajeel’s development and redemption story..

Despite sticking to himself in Phantom Lord, he had a friend in Juvia during their time in Jose’s guild. Given Gajeel’s lone-wolf tendencies in Phantom Lord, the fact that he was happy to have Juvia around says a lot.

Before Juvia, Gajeel also had a motherly member on the Magic Council that looked out for him, Berno (or Belno).

Both of them believed that Gajeel had it in his heart to be a good person, even if Gajeel didn’t quite believe (or acknowledge) it himself. As did Makarov, who said he can be turned to the right path despite the wrong detour he took.

Building trust and the road to redemption (i) - Battle of Fairy Tail

Unlike Juvia, Gajeel literally had to gain the trust of Fairy Tail because of his actions, as stated by Makarov when he went to see Gajeel personally.

And Gajeel took it to heart. He wanted to be trusted and wanted to do good. As noted in the Fairy Tail Wiki, Gajeel was loyal to PL and Jose because he wanted to BELONG somewhere. He believed that Phantom Lord was a strong guild. Even though he’s now in Fairy Tail, it ain’t any different and doesn’t change the fact that Gajeel wants to prove himself an ally.

In the Battle of Fairy Tail, he let Jet and Droy let off some steam by letting them beat him up.

He also let Laxus let off his pent-up steam as well. When Laxus’s anger got a little out of control though….

Gajeel saved Levy from Laxu’s thunder too.

At this point for both of them, there was a lack of trust. Levy was still wary of being around Gajeel. You see her watching and observing Gajeel from a distance. She is nervous around him, and doesn’t seem comfortable and that’s totally OK. She has every right to be scared of him, in fact. For Gajeel, he wanted to make up to not just her or Jet and Droy, but other members of Fairy Tail too. That said, this arc and this moment was the start of something that wasn’t “fear” or “apprehension” between Gajeel and Levy, but “trust”. 

At the beginning of this arc, we saw Gajeel showing Levy that he can be trusted. Well, in the latter half, we see Levy show the same.

When Levy took it upon herself to figure out Freed’s runes on the guild so that Gajeel and Natsu could hold off Laxus. Gajeel wanted to get out there and fight, and was frustrated because the barrier was something he couldn’t break by brute force.

Yet there was Levy. With her books, notes and a pen, using her intellect to find them a way out. And she did. Levy accomplished something he couldn’t do and he was amazed, which he told her.

She was also firm in her belief that he and Natsu together will be able to stop Laxus. But he beat her up. She had all the rights to walk away and not help him and Natsu out. But she did anyway, out of faith that he has changed (or is changing) his ways.

Gajeel didn’t disappoint when he was finally released out of the guild. One, he saved Natsu when Laxus wasn’t himself anymore.

Then two, taking one of Laxus’s lightening strikes himself, using his steel as a lightening rod so that he was struck down instead. Showing to Levy, if not the other guild members also present, that he can be trusted. 

This arc was probably the most beaten up Gajeel has been though, poor thing.

The Battle of Fairy Tail was only the start of Gajeel’s redemption though. Here, Mashima also slotted in a subplot - that Gajeel was working as a double agent for Makarov on his son’s guild, Raven Tail, which I’ll touch on later.

A different side to Gajeel: Finding a Friend in Lily - Edolas

The Tower of Heaven and Oracion Seis/Nirvana arc were pretty Jerza and Team Natsu-centric that we didn’t see Gajeel until they all got back from that mission. With a new member (and fellow dragon slayer)!

We see Gajeel’s road to redemption touched on again after Wendy Marvell, a young Sky Dragon Slayer, also joined the guild, her Exceed Charle in tow.

Starting with Edolas, I think Mashima also began to delve into the comedic side of our Iron Dragon Slayer.

One, we find out that he likes to sing and play the guitar - regardless of the audience reception.

And two, that white suits and shoobi-do-wa is a thing XDDDD

We also find out that he is secretly effed that he doesn’t have a(n) cat Exceed of his own, dawwww another tsun!

Comedic Gajeel aside, the Iron Dork played quite a big part in the beginning of Edolas, as he was the one that freed Erza and Gray from the lacrima. Working with his Edolas counterpart to move the plot forward. [1]

Remember how Mashima touched on the fact that Gajeel is working as a double agent? I think the fact that he was able to work with Edolas!Gajeel (AND the fact that Edolas!Gajeel is a journalist) shows and implies that Gajeel is dependable and resourceful. Edolas!Gajeel is not crass nor is he a brute but it fortells what Gajeel Redfox CAN BE in the future, gihi~ ;) [2]

I also find him helping little Wendy in being a “convincing” scary villain very sweet.

I’ll also forever enjoy the fact that he was so overjoyed at having Lily as his partner/Exceed! Lily is also the first person/cat/Exceed he calls “aibou” and given Gajeel only has had Juvia with him as his friend thus far in the story, him finding a friend in Lily is pretty important! Because from their fight, Gajeel saw a bit of himself in (Panther) Lily.

[1], [2] From digging back to earlier chapters, the banters, plans, and stints between Earthland and Edolas Gajeel were anime-only.

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