#were-creatures

[horror-aesthete]

Lokis, 1970, dir. Janusz Majewski

[ehc-on-ao3]

Alternate were-creatures in the Wednesday universe

I’ve seen a number of fics that turn Wednesday into a werewolf. Some are via a bite from Enid (which sometimes are also a mating bite), while others reveal that Wednesday’s been one all this time and just kept it hidden. And that’s fine! I don’t mind them at all. But, I also think that there’s a huge missed opportunity to delve into a different were-creature that could exist out there:

Werecat. More specifically, a werejaguar.

Looking up the average sizes of jaguars and grey wolves (the “default” wolf used in most werewolf media), the two species are pretty close to one another, though that doesn’t matter in the realm of fiction. It could be rather humorous to have werejaguar Wednesday still be a couple of inches shorter than werewolf Enid. Plus, this would put an entirely different spin on the “black cat, Golden Retriever” trope I’ve seen concerning the Wenclair ship.

Anyway, just wanted to share.

[vagrantblvrd]

I’m too tired to turn Brain Plot into Fic right now?

But I really kind of want that AU that’s basically this?

But also werewolves.

Or like, at least a werewolf, and then like. Random were-creatures.

Because reasons.

Just Geoff going off to some tiny town somewhere because a relative left him this property that no one else in his family wants anything to do with, right?

Rundown farmhouse on this plot of land and of all the things in his dead relative’s will this is the one thing no one’s fighting over so it goes to Geoff.

(Because reasons? IDK)

Anyway.

There’s this clause in the will that whoever inherits it has to idk, live there themselves for a set amount of time before they just sell the damn place off. (Something, something, something Plot Reasons.)

So Geoff takes time off his job or maybe he just got laid off, something that gets him to go to this tiny little mountain town, right? (Plot reasons???)

ANYWAY.

Geoff goes there and it’s like. Typical small town USA with the everything in all those movies and television shows. (Places you drive through on your way to somewhere kind of deal.)

Scenic and all, what with it being fall and leaves turning colors and mountains and that lake not too far away.

Geoff’s like, huh, because it’s been a long time since he’s really been out to Nature and the whatnot.

...But he’s not here for funtimes, right? Gotta deal with this property he finds himself responsible for or whatever.

Gets himself a room at the local bed and breakfast (tiny town, sure, but they get tourists in every so often because, again, scenic as hell?) and anyway, Plot Reasons.

Talks to the waitress at the diner and a few others around town before heads up to the farmhouse and whatnot.

Finds out the farmhouse is supposed to be haunted or something, right? Haunted or cursed or whatever, and that’s why his relatives wanted nothing to do with it.

Which.

What the hell, you know? He’s pretty sure ghosts aren’t real, and is kind of ify on curses or what have you because he’s seen some weird shit.

The haunted.cursed rumors don’t make much sense as to why no one in his family wants the place because Geoff knows for a fact the usual suspects who should have grabbed the farmhouse and sold it off for monies don’t believe in ghosts and the like, so something is fishy.

(Said usual suspects DID try to sell the place off/find interested buyers but everyone backed out last minute and it was just too much trouble to deal with or whatever.)

ANYWAY.

Geoff is like okay, whatever, because people are weird and so was his dead relative. (Kind of hopes whoever his relative was they weren’t like a secret serial killer or something else super creepy and terrifying.)

Goes up to the farmhouse and it’s kind of rundown. Not quite to the point of being all ramshackle and the whatnot, just.

Neglected.

Sitting on some lovely real estate with a great view of the area and less of a farmhouse and more of a cabin with a decent amount of land to it.

Some old chicken coups and patches of land that were clearly used for a vegetable patch or two. Forest taking over the lager fields or whatever used to be there and this river that cuts through the property at some point.

(Natural pool not too far from the farmhouse/cabin and fed from mountain runoff and look, just. All the pretties you’d expect to find in a situation like this.)

Geoff is even more huh because he’s super stressed from current living conditions and the whatnot and this is somewhere he wouldn’t mind settling down One Day.

Just let all his hermit-y tendencies out to play and live in some quiet,out of the way place, you know?

Maybe take up writing the way he’s always wanted or just do nothing for the rest of his life but enjoy life? (Novel concept, that.)

Plot happens and he ends up fixing the farmhouse/cabin up himself.

Because Reasons.

Figures in some roundabout way it might help find someone willing to take the place off his hands or some other fuzzy reasoning in Geoff’s mind.

(Keeps telling him not to get attached to the place or the ~quirky people in town because he won’t be sticking around, you know?)

While Geoff’s working on the place he notices weird shit?

Like this fuckoff huge wolf that lurks around the farmhouse/cabin the first few nights he’s up there fixing it up.

Decides he might as well save money by living in the farmhouse/cabin while he fixes it up instead of staying at the bed and breakfast or whatever, right? The place isn’t that bad off he can’t rough it a few nights before he gets the plumbing and whatnot in order again.

At first the damn thing’s kind of off-putting? Huge and creepy and menacing and he spends some time in town asking around about wolves in the area/going to the library a bigger town over to research when he gets vague answers and shrugs from the locals.

(No history of wolves in the area and whatnot, but there’s a national park nearby and maybe the wolves are starting to venture lower down to hunt or something? Probably nothing though, no need to worry about it.)

Doesn’t get the answers he’s looking for but the wolf doesn’t seem to be a problem. Curious if anything, sniffing around and nosing at the stack of lumber and building materials Geoff has sitting around, so he stops worrying.

Throws himself into fixing the place up, heading into town every so often for supplies or just a meal or two at the diner.

Goes to the general store - actual general store, what even is this town? - and makes friend with the owner who is this totally unfairly attractive guy with a nice voice and decent face (decent, ha, Geoff’s so fucked) and just.

Yeah. That Ryan guy’s real nice.

And then flirting and weirdness and Geoff stops lying to himself about selling the place off because he’s not that dense, okay.

Really likes the place and the people in town.

Also, that day he goes to the general store for “supplies” and finds out Ryan has these tiny chickens for whatever reason.

(Someone traded chicks for supplies - no explanation as to how they came by said chicks in the first place, Because Reasons, and Ryan’s a goddamned soft touch. Now he’s got fucking baby chickens running around his store and this adorably baffled look on his face as to what the hell he’s going to do with them now?)

Geoff is just laughing at him chasing after the “chicken nuggets on legs” and Geoff gets bamboozled into taking them because there are chicken coops iup at the farmhouse/cabin and Ryan’s looking a little wild-eyed and Geoff, too, is a soft touch.

So, you know.

Geoff becomes a simple chicken farmer on top of everything else.

And then he realizes Ryan’s the stupid wolf/werewolf that’s been loitering about his property and the whatnot.

At first curious/wary at this latest stranger to show up about the place? And then worried because Geoff seemed kind of hapless/lost about the whole Thing.

And then just.

Lovesick idiot pining from the literal pine (trees, because forest?) and whatnot and also other things where Geoff realizes the whole town knows about Ryan and also he’s not the only were-creatures around?

Veterinarian Lindsay with the “office cats” that are always around when Gavin and Michael aren’t.

God knows what Gavin does but Michael’s this general handyman sort/part-time EMT person maybe??? (Look idk okay.)

Meg who does Something that’s never clearly explained but kind of terrifies Geoff because wow, okay, wow. (Also Lindsay, Gavin, and Michael are no help in they offer vague explanations as to why she travels so much and kind of make it sound like she’s either some kind of assassin? But that would be crazy, so. Yeah. He doesn’t want to know.)

And like.

Other things???

IDK.

Jack with his diner and maybe Jeremy with a garage if he’s not a cook at the diner.

Possibly other werewolves but definitely a little black fox whenever Trevor’s around and just.

Geoff not batting an eye when there’s a scratching at his farmhouse/cabin door and opens it to werewolf Ryan with a (no pun intended) hangdog look on his face because he lost track of time/whatever and oops, date night is ruined because full moon?

(And then cuddles on Geoff’s couch with dinner and Netflix or whatever and Geoff grumbling about Ryan’s stupid fur getting everywhere while Ryan is all :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD because he’s kind of an asshole and also stupidly in love. And Geoff just sighing because he, too, is stupidly in love with this asshole.)

The only weird thing is how many goddamned chickens he ends up having because Ryan never learns to say no to that one customer. (And Geoff never learns to say o to Ryan and have it stick, so. Yeah. ALL the chickens, and thankfully they’re just normal chickens and not one of his neighbors because talk about awkward if that was the case.)

[tendervulture]

Dinoween Days 7, 8, & 9: Werewolves/Wolfmen, Archeornithomimus, & Zombies

For @a-dinosaur-a-day‘s Dinoween.

Day 7: Myself as a were-Utahraptor under a full moon behind clouds.

Day 8: An Archeornithomimus hanging out in a pumpkin patch.

Day 9: Something terrible has risen from the fossil beds at Ghost Ranch. A mere fraction of a horde of zombified Celophysis thousands strong is on the hunt for blood and brains (Postosuchus) (hapless paleontologists).

[oopsbirdficced]

Taste Your Beating Heart: Chapter 1- Reunion

Rating: M Fandom: Saint Seiya, Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Pairings: TBA Characters: (This chapter) Aries Kiki, Aries Mû WARNINGS: Moderately graphic car accident, major injury

Family has many meanings. Families of blood, families of choice.

Sometimes your family is a mish-mash of the most unlikely people, ranging from a two-thousand-year-old master vampire who drinks his blood bags with bendy straws, to the sixteen year old cat shifter who thinks he’s sneakier than he really is.

Sometimes your family is three guys your own age and a deep-seated need for revenge.

Sometimes your family of blood collides with your family of choice and you’re left with difficult choices, the impending enslavement of the whole of humanity, magical swords, stupid prophecies, and the older brother you thought was dead for ten years.

—–

Chapter 1- Reunion: Ten years after his brother died in a car accident, Kiki finds a monster with Mû’s face. Kidnapped and forced to wonder if anything he thought is true, Kiki begins to understand that not all creatures of the night are monsters.

[that-is-vexing]

Were-creature? Were-creature.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Eve asks curiously.

The Were looks sheepish as he pads soundlessly along beside her. His hands are only handcuffed behind his back as per someone else’s orders. If Eve had her way, he’d walk freely.

If Eve had her way, the world would be her queendom.

But that doesn’t help the Were in the here and now. “I don’t have a name,” he answers her quietly. “I don’t remember it, anyway. Everyone calls me something different.”

“Can I call you kitten?” she asks, smiling sly as he squints at her. “You certainly look like one.”

He frowns, then huffs. “I suppose,” is the doubtful, rather surprising reply. “It’s less embarrassing than other things I’ve been called.”

Eve smiles. Ha! A rapport has begun to be established. “You can call me Eve,” she tells Kitten warmly.

He smiles a little. “Eve. It’s pretty, like you.”

She blushes faintly. It’s not a flirtation, she doesn’t think, but it’s been a while since she’s been called pretty. “Scary” comes to mind more often than “pretty” it seems.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They walk in silence for a few minutes, until Kitten’s nose twitches, and his wary look returns.

“Why does it smell like blood down here?” he asks, glancing to Eve.

“Because this is the way to Medical,” she answers calmly, and stops at a door on the left. “We see to a lot of injured agents here. It’s alright,” she adds as she puts her hand on the doorknob. “No one’s going to hurt you while you’re here.”

Kitten’s nose flares, and his pupils elongate--but nothing else changes, and he nods, slowly.

Eve opens the door.

Kitten recoils, and makes an odd, bird-like chirrup. “Bad bad bad bad bad,” he mutters, and even Eve smells it now, an intense stench of blood and burned flesh. She covers her nose and peers cautiously into Medical.

There’s an orderly mopping up drips of blood in the waiting room. He glances up at them and grimaces.

“Two in one go,” he tells them bluntly. “You’re the Were 007 brought in?”

“Yes, this is... Kitten,” Eve introduces. “Is there a doctor available? M’s orders.”

The orderly, who had been staring incredulously, straightened, and his face grew respectful. “For M? Of course. I’ll find a nurse.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Who’s M?” Kitten whispers, as he and Eve step through the door and let it close behind them.

“The head of MI6,” she answers, looking at him in surprise. “Didn’t you find that out?”

“I thought her name was--oh. OH. Right. Codenames.” He goes silent, shifting his weight slightly from foot to foot. Eve glances down; he’s not wearing shoes, which is why he’s so soundless, and his toenails are a little longer, a little darker at the base, a little sharper. Like claws.

She puts her hand on his arm. He jumps, but she just lets it rest there, lightly, and he relaxes a little. His toenails go back to being toenails.

The orderly returns with a nurse and a doctor. They both look cautious, no doubt warned of what Kitten could do. But they see that Eve is actually touching him, and that he is reasonably calm, and they relax.

“Hello,” the nurse greets them first. “I’m Greta. This is Dr. Wallace.”

“Pleasure,” Eve replies. “I’m Moneypenny and this is Kitten.”

“Kitten?” Greta asks, curious, not mocking.

“Seemed good enough,” Kitten mumbles, avoiding both her and the doctor’s eyes.

Dr. Wallace looks at Kitten with calculation, then smiles and says, “Well, a full physical exam should come first. Would you prefer a male doctor?”

Kitten shakes his head. “I don’t like them,” he says frankly.

Greta and Dr. Wallace nod, knowing not to push for an explanation, and lead the way beyond the waiting room. Eve smiles at the orderly, who blushes and smiles back.

Kitten sticks close to Eve, and she notices that the closer they get to the smell of blood, the more nervous he is. She wraps her hand around his bicep, hoping to keep him grounded. She can feel the ripples in his skin as the fur pushes out.

Finally, though, they stop, and enter an exam room that is blessedly clean and smells of nothing more nerve-wracking than cleanliness. Kitten immediately settles with a deep sigh. Greta glances at him, curious again, but does not ask.

“Alright, pop up on the table,” Dr. Wallace instructs, picking up her stethoscope, “And we’ll check you over.”

Eve produces the key to the handcuffs, hidden in her bra, and winks as Kitten gapes at her.

“Less likely to see the shape of a thing when it’s hidden by your boobs,” she explains, going around behind him to unlock the cuffs. “I’m sure the man in charge of you won’t guess that a mere female stole it.”

“You’re not a mere female, though,” Kitten objects, turning his head a full one hundred degrees to see her over his shoulder. She decides it’s better not to ask how he does it. “Women can’t be “mere”.”

“Take it up with the patriarchy,” Dr. Wallace sighs, taking his left arm now that it was free and grimacing at the dirty bandages around his wrist. “Don’t they know how to clean and wrap wounds these days?” she mutters. “Greta, ointment and bandages please.”

Eve watches with interest as they go over him. Dr. Wallace exclaims over the size of his lungs, then demands to know why he doesn’t breathe as deeply as he should. He shrugs helplessly, and Dr. Wallace sighs, but teaches him breathing exercises.

“It hurts,” he mutters.

“Because you haven’t been doing it since childhood,” Dr. Wallace replies bluntly. “Come on, one more time.”

Eve politely turns away for the “turn your head and cough” part.

Finally, the exam is done, and it is announced that Kitten is healthy. They draw blood, during which Kitten is surprisingly calm, and Dr. Wallace orders him to pee in a cup in the adjoined WC. When he comes back out, she peers at the urine closely, then nods.

“Healthy enough color,” she announces. “We’ll see what comes back in the tests.”

And then Kitten is released. Greta walks them to the waiting room, talking to Kitten and Eve, which keeps Kitten relatively relaxed. Distracting him from the smell of blood seems to help him.

Greta says goodbye at the door. Eve and Kitten return the sentiment and walk away.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Eve says cheerfully. “Now we just need to--”

“Eve.”

“Yes?”

“We forgot my handcuffs.”

[horror-aesthete]

Lokis, 1970, dir. Janusz Majewski