#thehowlinglibrarian

[ahlanzhan]

Hi, I'm usually too bashful to speak to you, but.... you're awesome, and your Finnish posts make me happy! -- even though I can only understand about 35% of them without looking anything up. Oh well, hyvää puhu omaa kieltäsi päivää!

Thank you! But no need to shy out from talking to me, I love chatting with people. :) That's wonderful, really! I always keep wondering if my followers find my occasional Finnish- fangirling irritating, fun to hear that someone enjoys them! 

Kiitos ;)

[bloodanddye]

Emily lay on one of many of the couches in the main living room, the new puppy on her stomach and a book a few inches from her face. Her hoodie still smelled heavily of the wolf, which she didn't seem to mind. She had actually started to not notice it. Paxton certainly smelled different as a wolf, but it seemed to be something that fully dissipated once he began human again.

She wondered if poor Bernard had gotten himself lost again. The man must have been starving by the time he changed, always trying to force himself to be a vegetarian. She smiled as she remembered her Paxton breaking through the sternum and eating the man's hurt without a thought. It had been beautiful. How could Bernard struggle against that? Surely it was causing him pain...

It wasn't a part of him, just him! The same as Ash. She hadn't really understood that before, but now-? It made sense.

But really, her mind just kept wandering back to the blood on Paxton's fangs and claws in the moonlight.

[thesugardevil-blog]

Haraldskvæði

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood, Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated, Those who wade out into battle? Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle They bear bloody shields. Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight. They form a closed group. The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men Who hack through enemy shields

[thesugardevil-blog]

Most would assume Goblin had been joking about the shirt. But no, he honestly had one he had gotten from the Gift shop at the Natural History Museum. It went in a dresser (which he was utterly thrilled to own) with the rest of his gift-shop shirts. The fact that he could wear them was the most amazing thing in the world. And each of them were a small piece of the amazing places he got to see.

So of course, when he knocked on Bernards door, he had the oversized shirt on. It was green, and spelled out ‘Diplodocus’. He was quite proud of it. The tote bag (also from he NHM, which featured an array of butterfly specimens) had booklets about certain dinosaurs which he brought just in case, and a water bottle or two for Bernard.

[bloodanddye]

I... Didn't know exactly what to get you. I don't know much about werewolves nor you, other than the fact that you are, well... A werewolf and you work in a library and... You seem to get on better with Alice than anyone else in this house. So, I... I got these for you. Don't worry, I didn't make them.

[marching-to-the-sound-of-iron]

Bloody--where the HELL are you all coming from?

And why are you here so late?