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Hewwo everypony, Hatter here!
It has been a wonderful and stressful few months, and despite all my faults, I still managed to garner so much support and I wanted to show my appreciation in the only way I really know how; GIFTS
I figured 420 was the best time to do this giveaway given the obvious. I am so thankful for my followers and the friends I have made along the way!
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(sorry but I canât draw any of that and the last one is illegal)
The Giveaway goes until AUGUST 15TH
UPDATE
The giveaway date has been pushed forward and will end on AUGUST 9TH
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For every ââłâ I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory. [OPEN]Â Â Â
   I think it mightâve been two days? Two days that I didnât cry or sleep. When Gavino first brought me in, I mean. I donât really know why, but sleeping just felt like Iâd lose something. Maybe something to do with it not actually being real until I woke up to it? All I know is that I was so stubborn about staying awake,
   As for crying, well⊠I know why I was scared of that. I was never really allowed to. Itâd only make them mad and make things worse. So I didnât want to â not in front of Gavi, at least. Even though I registered that this was different, that they were different, and they were nice, I guess it was just so ingrained in me that Iâd be punished for it that⊠just the thought of doing it made me anxious.
   It was over the weekend, so Gavi was with me for the first couple days. But on the third, they had to attend their classes at the university they were going to, so I was left completely alone. Even though I didnât trust Gavi and acted like I didnât even want to be around them, it was better than being left with my thoughts. Because I had a lot of them. And they all just kinda came to surface when Gavi was gone.
   So Gavi came home to me finally breaking down. Tenderness was something pretty foreign to me back then, so I kinda like... freaked out for a minute or two when they started comforting me. But in the end, they helped me through it, and carried me off to bed when I passed out. Then also made me breakfast when I woke up around 13 hours later.
falsificareâ:
What a silly question! What a silly, silly question, indeed! Such a question was almost more than enough to make a man crack a grin.
âHaha! Oh, thatâs⊠Thatâs such a funny question! You see, I almost didnât get itâ almost!! I almost didnât get it! Youâre trying to make a joke, though! I get it!!â
Itâs not that Cioccolata decided to take offense to it, no. Not at all, actually. Rather, it was because Cioccolata chose to let it fly (whoosh! whoooosh!) over his head. There was nothing better than to completely and utterly ignore things you didnât like hearing, after all, and the good doctor was decidedly a master at it! He was an unsuspecting sort to receive this question, but he knew it to be better to simply take it stride.
âItâs funny! In case you canât tell, yes! Itâs funnyâ comical! So~ooo funny that Iâm laughing on the inside!!â he exclaimed with a wide grin suddenly overwhelming and shadowing over the rest of his features. So-called âamusementâ went as far as to cause for corners of eyes to pinch. âI love it when people are so comfortable around me to tell me jokes! If only Secco could tell jokes, ah⊠oh, oh⊠o~oooh!! Maybe thatâs what I should train him in next!â
Hands lashed out without warning, grasping them sternly by the head (one on top of their head with the other tightly clutching them by the chin. perfect! perfect, perfect, perfect!) and holding in place. Cioccolata leaned forward, lowering himself crudely down to their height with tips of noses briskly poking against each other before he drew away in an offended wince.
âI would never, never, nevernevernevernever ever smoke my own hair, though! Do you know how long it took for me to get it this way!? Itâd be such a wasteâ oh dear⊠oh dear, oh dear⊠no! I canât! Dare I say, that I shanât?â
Fingers pressed hardâ firming their grip (heâs treating their head more like a vegetable⊠a tomato, perhaps. ah, wait⊠were tomatoes vegetables? or were they a fruit?) in aggressive gesture as expression formed itself into a strange mix of grimace and grin.
âMaybe we can test that on someone else, thoughââ
ââah, eek!! Are you volunteering!!?â
   âAposematism,' as Beck had studied, was vibrant and contrasting coloration in animals to warn others of toxicity. Of course, decorative displays were used for various other purposes, but the stranger's visage did nothing but conjure up something insectoid. Once they get a black-and-white flash of his tight and bright "smile," Beck's impression is quick to change to SKUNK. Most animals were at least courteous enough to display some sort of warning before an attack (he didn't stomp like a skunk), but they could see that the stranger had been immediately aggressed (unsurprising, given Beck's insulting intonation). It hadn't been the first time they'd poked an interesting bug with a stick just to see how it'd react, and no bite in the past had been enough to deter them from continuing the habit.
   It also wasn't the first time they'd encountered a creature of his kind. If their assessment so far was correct, then this person fell under the familiar category of 'sciencey sort who probably has either a fanatical fixation or fetish... with perhaps a hint of narcissism.' In all honestly the man looked as if he'd walked straight out of one of their teacher's little social parties. Beck was quick to learn that their first mistake was not taking into consideration that Gavino's guests were on a very /tight leash, whereas this man was (in every sense of the word) unhinged -- and they were without the protection of their mentor in any sense. A sharp inhale makes them realize he had snatched their breath from their lungs.
   While the situation may have been familiar to the student, familiarity could not account for the way their heart pounded when he approached and grabbed hold of their head in on swift strike. Their scalp burned and their chin felt icy in his alien-cold grip, but they make no effort to resist aside from a startled yelp and a gentle hand placed atop his own. Of course they were afraid -- who WOULDN'T be?? -- but they'd grown accustomed enough to being manhandled that they're able to remain complacent and malleable as he prattles on.
   It was nothing they hand't done before. A gulp constricts their throat as he closes in, black lips making uncanny white teeth look all the more ferocious. They could handle this. Once you knew how something behaved, it made their aggressive displays a little less intimidating -- but it doesnât stop their face from heating up under the pressure of his manic-eyed scrutiny, bright green and gobbling up every bit of their fearful attention as his nose brushed against the tip of their own. (Almost instinctively Beck exaggerates the fear expressed on their face. They had been looked at like this -- been held like this before. Appeasement was a simple reflex.)
   "Mmph! S-sure!" They squeak, using every ounce of self-restraint they have to keep themself from flinching away from his shrill voice. Certain the fear would consume them without some way to stay afloat, Beck is quick to latch on to the first impulse that drifts their way: attempt to use neoteny to their full advantage. Keeping their youthful features soft and speech practiced perfectly innocently intoned, they lie, "But I'm too little to smoke. So it's, like, bad if I do."
   "How long did it take you?" Once the bite of his fingers pulling their scruffy hair subsided, it was easy for Beck to get on their tip-toes in an attempt to investigate his avant garde display. "Was it like growing a Chia pet? It looks kinda, uh... kinda like this one fungi I saw a thing on once."
   Now Beck knew!! It wasn't an insect or skunk -- this man's hair was cordyceps. (Why did the realization make the hair on their neck prickle?)
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For every ââłâ I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory. [OPEN]
   Letâs just sayâŠI had a few problems that I had to sort out. When I first followed Gavino, I mean. I was in some sort of shock to say the least, and well⊠Looking back, I guess I never really learned how to handle just about any of my feelings, soâŠ
   We can also say that I threw quite a few temper tantrums. And, I mean, what was someone in my situation supposed to do? I literally had no where to go or no one to turn to. I lost everything â not like I had much to begin with, anyway â and I was only⊠what? Twelve?
   So, yeah. I had a lot to sort through and little knowledge of how to do it.
   âŠ..Gavi themself joked that it was like trying to tame a feral cat.
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For every ââłâ I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
if there is one (1) thing beck is good at its love
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Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes!Â
â My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.
âźËâ§ââ Beck had little to share with the mental image the word âwerewolfâ evoked. They were small, soft-looking, and more similar to a pet than a ferocious predator. It was no wonder they boasted about the title of pet. There was absolutely nothing threatening about them. Even when they puffed their chest and bared their teeth, Valentino could not bring himself to fear them. Even their paw-like hands, despite the claws, seemed unable to inflict serious wounds. He had held them plenty of times while walking in the coven with Beck.
  Those were only some of the reasons he was taken aback when Beck jumped on him during what was supposed to be a friendly tussle.Â
   Valentino rarely got involved in games like that â they didnât suit the persona he had carefully assembled â but he felt more carefree alongside Beck. They didnât judge him like the rest of the coven did. There was a lot less pressure, and he liked them enough to indulge them. That evening, he had discreetly accepted their invite. Less than ten seconds after his reply, Beck had already punched at him.
   The vampire had just gasped, hit by a ball of fur. If they had been the size of a real wolf, their fury would have been impressive. Thankfully the weight on his chest was relatively small, even as Beck pawed at his coat. He was actually tempted to let them win.Â
   âYou are really into this, are you not? Impressive,â the vampire chuckled, before fighting back. Still careful â that was his friend, after all â Valentino fought back. Aw, thank god no else one was around to see him like that. Impulsively, he pushed them down, pinning their arms. âBut I fear that will not be enough!âÂ
   Laughing gleefully, Beck squirms in Valentinoâs grip with their tail wagging wildly. While part of them understood how wrestling like this could be considered juvenile or unprofessional, most of them couldnât care â they were having too much fun, and to them play like this was an acceptable means of bonding with those they loved. Even if they were hardly able to compete with vampiric strength. Still, part of the fun was being able to attack without restraint or fear of hurting their partner, even if they were bound to lose.
   âOh no! The element of surprise was my only advantage!â They cry before breaking into another cackle. âBut this is nothing!â
   Not compared to Alexanderâs brutish power, anyway. He had no difficulties pinning the pup with a single arm, where they would stay unless he felt up to accepting their challenge. Beck was so used to barely budging the pureblood at full strength â part of then hadnât expected to manage toppling Valentino. But their victory, however short lived, stoked their moxie.
   Please, super cool werewolf strength, let me tap into you! they think to themself, playfully growling and baring their teeth at the man. In one sudden, powerful movement, Beck thrusts their hips upward and arches their back in an attempt to buck him off while turning their head to nip at his wrist. While their canines may not have been as impressive as the point of a vampireâs fangs, the vice of their jaw was a force to be reckoned with. Thankfully all Valentino receives is a gentle pinch.
sweetest-blxxdâ:
    âBetter than being lonely?â Dante repeated in a murmur. That revelation worried them. Loneliness was a consuming sickness that blinded people; strength and power did little to help an empty soul. They had watched nobles and aristocrats weep in the solitude of their golden chambers, slowly falling to their ruin. Some had destroyed themselves, so desperate for love or acceptance they had sought in the wrong arms⊠Or decided to drown their sorrows in temporarily relieves that had poisoned them.Â
   Dante hoped something similar hadnât happened to Beck. If their life had been better for all these years, the icy touch of a vampire was favorable to the even colder loneliness. They tried their past not too judge without proper evidence, so they refrained from saying anything. They needed to know more.
   Once the tea was ready, Dante poured it in the two glasses. âHere; I hope you will enjoy my offer. Unfortunately, I cannot feel the taste like you do,â they chuckled. âI am not the best judge, but I hope the tea is good.âÂ
   Sitting in front of their guest, the vampire got hold of the cup. They tilted it, casually looking down at the liquid. âI have been working with Alexander for the better part of two centuries,â they start before taking a sip of tea. âI know him well. I was there when he was a child, and I used to work with parents. I am pretty familiar with his ways.â
   âAlexander is not incapable of love, but his view of it is far from a human would conceive. As you must have noticed, vampires may look like you humans, but they act differently. We belong to two worlds that coexist but rarely meet. You can live in both, wander from one end to the other like a bird without a nest, but you must be careful to avoid losing yourself.â
   Dante put down the cup and extended a hand toward Beck. âThankfully, you will have a guide. would you like to tell me more about your life here? I trust you have plenty to share.â They nodded. âI can answer your questions. Would you like to know more about Alexander and the coven?â
   Cup held delicately in their paw-like hands, Beck closes their eyes and takes a moment to smell the tea before taking an appreciative sip. It was a tad bolder than what they were accustomed to, but such was to be expected; a vampire's palette was rather numbed. Setting the cup back down, the wolf once more finds themself transfixed with the rose. Without quite realizing what they were doing, Beck begins inspecting the flower while listening to the historian speak.
   Only when a hand catches their attention do they look up from their investigation. Unfortunately ignorant to the meaning of Dante's gesture, the wolf leans forward to sniff their palm. In a crash of realization, Beck's eyes widen before urgently looking to Dante, their cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment for their canine display. Attempting to amend the mistaken cue, the wolf awkwardly shakes Dante's hand.
   Once the elder is finished speaking, Beck takes another drink of the warm beverage while considering their response. Propping their chin up with their elbow, the fingers of their free hand delicately trace the detail of the cup. Finally, their features expressing a subdued melancholy, Beck comments, "I... I don't really fit in either world. I'm not a human -- even when I still lived as one I was always... different."
   They're unaware of how they shrink back from their own confession; their history of alienation was still difficult for them to discuss. "Your kind has been more accepting of me. I'm content just being his pet -- I don't need anything more from him."
   "I, um... I used to hate using terms like that -- like--" Their ears swivel flat against their head for a moment. "--like I'm just some dog or something. But it's not... disrespectful with him. I'm content just being his pet. I don't need anything more than the care he's already given me..."
   That out of the way, the prospect of Dante knowing Alexander so long -- of knowing Alexander as a child -- makes their ears perk and tail wag. They had just found a bountiful source of all sorts of dirt on their master, and they fully planned to use it to their full advantage. A small but mischievous smile crosses their face as they answer, "Oh, there's a lot I'd like to know about Alexander, but I guess I should ask you some serious stuff first, huh...?"
   "Um..." They bite their knuckle, wracking their brain. Slowly, Beck asks, "...Have there been any wolves with his coven before me?"
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đŠ for a loving text. [link to meme]
(Using werewolf!Beck for this)
[To: Val Pal]
[Text:] Valentino, Iâm really happy to have you as a friend.
[Text:] I donât think I say it enough.
[Text:] I⊠havenât really had a best friend before. Or a friend in general, really. I donât know how to make them, but I still ended up with someone Iâve come to really treasure.
[Text:] I appreciate you. I really do.
"Okay, I think if y' hop on m' shoulders, we SHOULD be able t' reach the Tupperware lid."
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đ» a worried text.
đ° a goofy text.
đŠ a loving text. Â
đ§Š a half-asleep text.
đł a happy text.
đ an apologetic text.
â ïž a text meant for someone else.
đ°ïž an early morning text.
đ« a late night text.
đïž a text that wasnât sent.
đĄ a scared text.
đ an urgent text.
đ„ a supportive text.
đȘ a hateful text.Â
đ a sad text.
⥠an angry text.Â
đ a goodbye text.
sweetest-blxxdâ:
  Dante nodded at their request. They were pleased by it; it was humble â a lot of their guests opted for expansive and fancy drinks â and tea was one of the few human beverages they could bear to assume. The taste was not as a rich as it was for a human, but it remained pleasant. It was a warm and relaxing addition to a meeting the vampire had grown to enjoy.
    Taking note of their guestâs shy demeanor, the vampire smiled, reassuring them, âyou have nothing to fear here. You can consider me a friend. You must understand you are special; a lovely addition to the coven and a unique individual. I, too, was excited when I heard you would be spending some time with us. You are the first werewolf most of the vampires here have ever met. âÂ
   And you could be the last, they thought bitterly. At least a century had passed since their last encounter with a member of their kin. Beck might have been more similar to a runt or a lapdog, far from the fierce beasts that used to wander the untamed woods of a long-gone past, but they remained an impressive sight.
   Getting up, Dante gestured them to wait. âI should get the tea.â They opened a drawer and began looking for the right box, but their eyes soon moved back to the tiny werwolf. âI noticed what your work in the garden. You did wonderfully, if I can say so myself. You like feeling useful, donât you? I can see you are motivated.âÂ
   There was a brief pause. The vampire focused on their task, carefully pondering the following inquiry. It was a delicate matter, and they could feel the pup was already on edge. âDo you like being surrounded by vampires? Most humans would be fearful. Alexander himself can be harshââ they sighed, closing their eyes, ââeven cruel.â
   There was something peculiar about Danteâs smile which Beck had been trying to discern since one was first sent their way. Looking at the upturn of their hostâs lips now, they realize it was vacant of a purebloodâs typical display of dominance. Subtlety seemed favorable to the elder. For the most part anyway, they note while once more gazing at the rose winding around their cup.
   The compliments Dante bestow earns perked ears and a few slow wags from their tail. Having grown with the opposite as their primary interactions, hearing that others were pleased to simply have them exist feels... good. It was still a judgement people passed based off of their species alone, but between praise and vitriol, Beck definitely preferred the former.
   â...Thank you.â They murmur, thankful the other had chosen to begin brewing tea, instead of staying a moment longer and witnessing the tinge of pink Danteâs comments on their contribution to the garden bring about their face. Without the pressure of direct conversation, Beck feels free to lean forward and give the fragrant flower further inspection, sniffing and gently prodding the stem with their claw, seeming to make some sort of assessment to themself.
   :Yes. Er, well... Itâs better than being lonely.â The honest answer -- Beck had grown well acquainted of the interspecies conflicts that were bound to happen, but- âI was mostly just alone before coming here. Itâs, um... kinda hard sometimes, I guess. Since Iâm still different. But itâs a place where Iâve been accepted, and I think thatâs what matters to me.â
   Once more their paw-like hands are made busy with their tailâs scruffy fur. Alexander was a difficult topic at the moment; Beck loved him (perhaps far more than they should), but they were not ignorant to how his calloused nature and disregard for humanity eroded them, Dante however didnât need to know any of that.
   âHe... can be, yes.â They agree. Wholeheartedly. In general, the topic of Alexander was a difficult one to discuss, filled with controversies and feelings not professed. Beck had come to expect questions from those whoâve heard he had grown tender towards a little wolf -- Alexander was by no means a nice man, yet somehow they had managed to earn what little affection he had. âBut, he likes me. If itâs, um, something youâre concerned about... heâs made it clear that he... wouldnât intentionally hurt me.â
   Having to reassure this to someone whoâs known the full extent of his cruelty for decades twists something in Beckâs gut.
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   Two glasses were on the table, both empty. A stylized red rose wrapped around each of them with its thorns. Looking at their unusual guest, Dante turned to open a cabinet, exposing a variety of bottles and containers. A label gave a name to every bottle. A good quantity of them was alcoholic: the vampire had noticed humans and young half-bloods were fond of it.
    A finger gently pressed to his lower lip, they released a soft hum.âWhat would you like? If nothing appeals to you here, I can brew some tea. I always have a lot to offer. I like to keep my guests happy; I believe people open more easily when they are at ease. A loose tongue can confess a horrible crime or write the best story ever told. â
    With a shrug, Dante turned toward Beck. Their eyes scanned the unusually small werewolf. It had been a while since one of their kind had stood in front of the coven â alive and well âand they would have never expected to meet one of the last surviving wolves in such uniques circumstances. They didnât know if the feel. Worry still obfuscated their judgment like a pair of dusty glasses.
   â So? Donât be shy, â the pureblood pressed. â You should feel at home here. I, despite what my rank may imply, I am not here to judge. â Their attention was focused on Alexander. He was the one being scrutinized. The historian struggled to believe he had been kind to the wolf. The young pureblood was quite the opposite of altruistic⊠Every step he took usually led to a path of indulgence and satisfaction.Â
   Sitting down again, they offered the wolf a reassuring smile. Their lips curled slightly, avoiding to show the fangs. â Do you like the coven? â
   Fuzzy ears remain perked and alert as Beck takes in their surroundings. Danteâs home presented so many interesting sights and smells to the pup that they almost tune out the historianâs gentle voice. Their ears swivel towards them, but curious yellow eyes linger on the decorative cups a moment longer. Nails clicking against the floor, Beck approaches where Dante stood for a better look.
   They sniff the air, alcohol and Danteâs own peculiar scent meeting their sensitive nose. It was the historianâs ravens, and something akin to a spice they couldnât quite place the name of.Â
   â...Tea would be nice.â Beck answers, voice sounding as if a louder volume would somehow take up too much space. Dante was pleasant company, gently aloof and comfortingly neutral, but the wolfâs shyness was relentless.
   "Mhm." They affirm with a nod. They could tell the other wished for elaboration, so after a thoughtful hesitation, they tiptoe into detailing their life. âItâs nice to... be part of something, I guess. Iâve literally taken root -- the hydrangeas are mine. I guess Iâm still kind of getting used to things, but it feels... right.â