You’ve got a really attractive new neighbor, and you really wish you knew more about how to approach and court werewolves.
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You’ve got a really attractive new neighbor, and you really wish you knew more about how to approach and court werewolves.
“The beast inside me is too wild, you have to keep me chained.” The werewolf says, holding out heavy shackles.
You look over, and have to bite back a grin. Your gorgeous partner is half-transformed, wearing ripped clothes, ready to chase you around the house a bit if you don’t get them chained up.
“Babe, give me like, ten minutes to finish this essay, then we can start your favorite scene, okay?” You have to say, pointing to the laptop you’re working on.
“Fine.” They say with a bit of a sigh. “Your professor is the worst.”
It’s your first trip to the local market without your mother’s supervision. You’re nervous but excited, and you’re eager to prove that you can be trusted to make this trip alone in the future. You’ve got a purse full of gold, and a good idea of what you need to purchase to feed your family for the week.
What you’re not prepared for though, is to have your purse stolen by a gang of gnomish thieves. You don’t know what you’re going to do to get it back, and you’re freaking out when a minotaur offers to help you.
Do you accept their help?
“I dreamed about you again last night,” you said. “I don’t remember what we were doing, just that you were there. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, so long since I’ve felt my arms around you. I miss you. I miss your smile. Your laugh. I miss...”
“Quit being dramatic, dearest.” Your beloved said, handing you a steaming cup of coffee/tea. “I was downstairs for an hour at most.”
“It felt like forever” you exclaimed.
“We have forever, darling.” They replied. “We’re immortal.”
It’s your first day of classes at your new university and you’re lost already. You swear you downloaded your schedule but you can’t find it and you’re freaking out in the quad trying to sort things out.
“You okay?” Someone asks.
You turn and see a monster staring at you, almost radiating calm.
“I don’t know where my next class is. This feels like a nightmare.” You say.
“Let me help you out.” They offer. “I’ll walk you through getting your schedule again and to the right building.”
They do. Within a few moments you know where you’re headed again. Conveniently, to the same class as the monster who, now that you’re not panicking, you have time to notice is very attractive.
Suddenly this semester is looking up.
You adopted a puppy from the shelter a few weeks ago. Things were going well, and Mr Piddles was doing well at house training. You do wish he’d stop chewing on your shoes, but that’s a work in progress.
Last night you found a lump on his neck. You made a note to call the vet in the morning.
This morning you woke up to find that Mr Piddles had sprouted a second head. And on the other side, there’s a new lump.
What, exactly, have you adopted?
“You didn’t draw the sword from the stone.” “I did.” “You didn’t.” “Then what is this?” “A sword. Still attached to the stone. Just because you can carry the whole thing doesn’t mean you’ve managed to draw it. You’re not the rightful ruler of this land or whatever the prophecy says.” “Says you. My awesome sword with a rock at the end says otherwise.” “You’re impossible.” (Inspired by a post I’ve seen floating around.)
"I’m tired of explaining this” the Vampire said. “It’s not theft when it is mine.”
“The museum certainly won’t agree,” you said, biting back another sigh.
“Well, they shouldn’t have stolen it from me in the first place.” In a gesture unbecoming of someone their age, the Vampire stomped a foot.
“So what, exactly, is your plan then?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt a migraine coming on. You could not believe you were considering breaking into a museum to steal a priceless historical artefact just because your... friend... insisted it was theirs.