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A little spot for all my OCs and small bit of stories/sickfics for them. I don't do nearly enough

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help me out and like/reblog this if you’re an emeto blog? there is not enough emeto on my dash and i gotta fix this

[sickdaysofficial]

Sickdays Prompt August 17th: Public Illness

A Day in the Park Author: Nightpeltofthunderclan or ocsideblogofthunderclan

Characters: Ash, Nisk, Vrikas (OCs)

Contains: Vomiting, werewolfish type characters, upset stomachs, crowds, mild public embarrassment  A/N: Sorry about this, I don’t do many sickfics and this is certainly my first in a sickfic type event(I also hope the read more thing came through as I’m absolutely horrid and new at tumblr anything to do with posting or submissions.) 

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Nisk’s stomach churned as he walked along with Ash and Vrikas, smiling tightly when their attention was back on him. “Which ride next?” He hurried to catch up with the two, looping his arms over their shoulders. Ash shrugged as Vrikas gave Nisk a critical once over.

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No Regrets

August 14: Caretaking Focus

Authors: @empathic-abandon and @nightpeltofthunderclan

Characters: Vaughn and Raziel (OCs)

Contains: Vomiting, overeating, couples, immortal entities, implied relationships

A/N: Sorry this is late, the internet fizzled out

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In the dead of night, Vaughn started to feel his mistakes. He felt them deep down in his stomach, churning and heavy and keeping him awake. He’d fulfilled his incubus duties, feeding off of his new roommate (and pining target), but he really wasn’t ready for how rich his meal would be. The silence of the house turned into soft, pained gasps, along with low unhappy belly noises.

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Messy Bits of Magic

Ardus stared hard at the book resting in his hand, frowning deeply before he looked back at his friend with a grimace. "I...am so sorry, I never meant to turn you into...um...I'm not sure what I turned you into. A fish-monster?" The elf gave a weak smile to the glaring pile of slime, tentacles, and scales. "More like an octopus or squid but...oh well..." He tossed the book aside as his companion gave a gurgle of complaint. Or at least he assumed it was complaint. "Yeah yeah I know," he hummed as he drew on the floor again. "I just gotta reverse it, shouldn't be too difficult." Ardus sat back with a sigh, studying the circles and markings with a critical eye. "Alright, move to the middle...try not to slime it up to bad." He laughed as the creature slithered forward, smacking his hand with a rough tentacle. Once his friend was situated and the circle touched up he began his incantation, closing his eyes. One could mistake it for concentration, but in reality the light that shone bright when he cast spells hurt his eyes. As the lights crackled and dimmed again he listened hard, biting his lip. "Kyrizal...? You all good now?" "Um....I'm much more....humanoid now," came the timid reply and Ardus opened his eyes, eyebrows raising in concern. "Oh dear..." He studied the once full dragon with a worried hum. "I'm sorry..."

Instead of the scaly lizard that had laid across the floor before, there was a very scaly boy needing clothes and teetering on awkward toes as his wings spread to grip on nearby bookshelves.

"I think we're gonna need help Ardus." The elf could only nod in response, cheeks going pink at explaining another failed experiment to the headmaster. They were really running out of willing dragons.

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Missing Out

Nisk curled around his pillow as he watched Vrikas dress, eyes reproachful and red rimmed. "I don't see why I have to stay home," he grumbled.

"Because," came Vrikas' slow reply as he slid him a box of tissues. "You're sick and I'm not letting out in public."

The bed ridden lycan whined and flattened his ears to his head. "It's not that bad! Just the sniffles-hhkch!" His words were interrupted by a sneezing cough. "Oh my god Vrikas...Vrikas I'm dying." Vrikas raised his eyebrow and ran his hand through the sick boy's untamed hair.

"You're not dying Nisk, just got a cold..." he bit his lip, his own ears laying back. "Do you want me to stay..?"

Nisk just shook his head and blew his nose. "No...this is important for you..I'll be okay.." He waved Vrikas off, ignoring the ache behind his eyes and the unsure look thrown his way. "Really! I'm fine....just make sure to eat plenty of pad thai in my absence."

Vrikas made a face, but nodded and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Alright...but I'll have my phone on. Text me if you need something and I'll be right there. And I'll bring leftovers." At Nisk's nod, and a final coughing fit, Vrikas rose and headed out the door with a final worried glance.

Once the apartment door clicked shut Nisk whined and draped his arm over his eyes, mourning the inability to will sickness away. "I want pad thai damn it.."

[cappucino-commie]

I like to think that at some point Ed got bored and decides to become a professor at some big name Amestrian college. 

   His specialty is a military funded class called Battle Alchemy, which he starts off by inviting any of his students to beat him in hand to hand for a conditionless passing grade (by the end of the first class, most students walk away sore and horrified).

    It takes half  the semester before they realize that Ed continues to beat them even when they use alchemy and he does not. They ask to see him use alchemy in battle. The next day, a man who looks almost the same as their professor shows up to class- he’s softspoken and polite, and the students expect a substitute lecture. Ed sits in the stands and laughs as Al proceeds to fight the entire class at once, and beat all of them. The students never ask again.

  (And sometimes, in the middle of practicals, students swear they can see the Fuhrer watching from the edge of the field.)  

   I can also see him causing a hell of a problem when it comes to conventional textbooks- 

  “This is definitely wrong.” 

  “Sir, this is the most recently updated textbook for theoretical alchemy-” 

 “Yea fuck that, I can prove that soul alchemy isn’t unviable- someone hand me some chalk, I’m about to commit a mathematical felony.”  

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it is pretty hard to find solid statistics on wolf attacks, but as far as i can tell, wolves in north america kill way way way less than one person a year, which means that forces more deadly to us than wolves include: dogs, ice fishing, and getting crushed by a falling flat screen tv.

…further complications to trying to write non-ridiculous angst into a werewolf story

“you don’t understand…i’ve done things under the full moon that i can never take back…one time i ate a squirrel”

[ursavorpalis]

“I SNIFFED MY OWN BUTT. THE INDIGNITY HAUNTS ME STILL.”

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“i have pooped in the woods and now must go brood about it. don’t try to follow me. 

…and seriously, be careful around your flatscreen, it is probably heavier that you think.”

[emilysidhe]

European wolves (before they were hunted into extinction in most areas) attacked humans purposefully a lot; it’s in the historical record.

North American gray wolves have a natural fear of humans and attack people very rarely, really only when threatened or starving.

So like, imagine, like, a divide between people who got infected with Old World and New World lycanthropy.  One makes you this dangerous beast that sees humans as a viable food source an another makes you perceive humans as a threat.  Imagine people getting it wrong!

Some shady paranormal group capturing a werewolf to use as security but it just runs away when people trespass.

Some hunters go deep into the woods to murder a werewolf clan for their pelts but it turns out they’ve isolated themselves so deeply because they have the European strain and none of the hunters survive.

New werewolves are so confused because the websites give conflicting advice:  get yourself to your nearest national park when you’re about to turn and just let yourself run free; if you try to cage yourself the claustrophobia and the smell of people will make you panic and you could really hurt yourself or someone else.

vs

If you’re anywhere near human civilization you must make sure you turn in a closed space that you can’t escape from in wolf form or you’ll definitely kill someone.  Just try to take a nap during the full moon, OK.

And they’re like, WHAT DO I DO WHICH ONE DO I HAVE?

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updated position: at the end of the day, there are, in fact, a number of possible compelling werewolf problems. 

case in point, the global werewolf cultural divide!

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on the subject of the global werewolf cultural divide, another update, per wikipedia:

Wolves from different geographic locations may howl in different fashions: the howls of European wolves are much more protracted and melodious than those of North American wolves, whose howls are louder and have a stronger emphasis on the first syllable. The two are however mutually intelligible, as North American wolves have been recorded to respond to European-style howls made by biologists (x)

that’s right guys: wolves have accents

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@darkicedragon

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THIS IS THE KIND OF CONTENT IM LOOKING FOR

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First thing I’ve done on this blog, but a newer OC of mine that I’m testing, Kyrizal my dragon boy!