Imagine you're a trainer, riding your bike at night. You're just looking for pokemon that appear only in the late night for your pokedex. When suddenly, something pounces right in your path. Causing you to tip over and fall off your bike. You look up to see what just jumped out at you and see this-
Before your trusty ace can come in to save you, it runs off i to the night. Leaving no trace if it being there....
...Welcome to Terrors...
Also this is the thing without the lighting and such
I also have my own dovahkiin for the Dragon AU - snow wereleopard. First drafts I have of her, consider this a WIP as well. She is middle-aged nord nomad woman. Haven't chosen name for her yet.
Mmmm big sleepy lazy shifter/were building a den of pillows and blankets while you’re at work. You come home and ask if they’ve been in bed all day, of course they have, now come join them. Having their hot animalistic breath down your neck as they wrap both arms both legs and their tail around you, chuffing and purring and growling and rubbing and scenting and marking you in their nest. You’re THEIR human and they’re not letting you go. You buy them plenty of plushies, but it’s not the same!! Falling asleep under a million pounds of softness and they hold you tight, it’s so warm, how could you not? Waking up in the middle of the night pissed that you’ve wasted the whole day, you had things to do!! Desperately trying to claw your way to freedom, but they just let out a big sleepy sigh and curl up around you even tighter until you tire yourself out and fall back asleep. By the time you wake up, they’re in the kitchen making you breakfast, but you’ve gotta leave for work again!!! You’ll have to show them how naughty they were today later
The year is 2025. I should be able to eat any humans I want whenever I want to, and that goes for all shifters.
🐺 NasstyMuttt Follow
Not this discourse again...
🐆 EvilAndIntimidatingPanther Follow
I thought we already agreed about Ethical Human Consumption and Harm Reduction?
We pass down stories about consuming bad humans (Abusers, Rapists, Unjust Unrepentant Criminals, C*pitalists) for a reason. Why are we endlessly debating this when our ancestors laid out the path for us and (not lame) humans agree??
🦓 Zebra-eating-freak Follow
I'm sorry your lame grandparents lied to you, but mine taught me to be who I am which is a predator. I should be able to eat humans whenever I want to, and anything less is anti-shifter. Understand? (This is also why I support replacing the current shifter council with one that's less human and Wolf centered.)
👱🏻 Pro-Human&MonsterActivist Follow
And mutts wonder why Monster Allys like myself buy silver bullets.
🦓 Zebra-eating-freak Follow
For reasons I cannot legally discuss, @Pro-Human&MonsterActivist will not be bothering us anytime soon...
#yeah I fucking ate him lol #That's a joke FBI #shifter discourse #monster allys #If you are a human monster ally #plz send your location so I can teach you some #lessons... #😉
Teen Wolf Preferences #5 -- You're a Wereleopard (Part 2)
Requested by anon: Can you do a continuation of the Wereleopard!reader headcanons with Brett Talbot, Corey Bryant, and Nolan please? No one else has done these headcanons and I LOVE THEM!!!
Author's Note: I've had this in my drafts for literally YEARS now so I figured I should just post it. I didn't include Nolan because I don't feel I know that character well enough. Hope you enjoy! You can check out Part 1 (which includes Scott, Stiles, Liam, Derek, Isaac, and Theo) here.
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Brett Talbot
Brett could smell something different about you, something foreign and powerful and...seductive?
No, nope, he definitely wasn’t thinking that way about someone who was friends with Liam Dunbar for God’s sake
But when you quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, he was pretty sure you knew that flash of impure thought he’d had
So while Scott talked to the gathering of werewolves and other supernatural beings, Brett stared at you
And you sat there, smirking and smug
He swore he was going to lose it when you stretched, arching your back and showing a strip of skin below your shirt
What was happening to him??
No girl had ever caught his attention so quickly
After the meeting, Brett was torn between going to talk to you and leaving to try and save some of his pride
You sauntered over to him before he could decide
“See something you like?” you asked
You’d thought it was going to be a simple game of cat and mouse, where you’d get to sink your teeth into your prey and then discard him like all the others
But Brett wasn’t a mouse
“I’ve seen better,” he said
The corners of your lips turned down, your eyes narrowing
This wasn’t the game
“I’ll see you around, sweetheart,” he said, his words dripping condescension
You fumed, too distracted to even hear that Brett’s heart was still racing even as he walked away
The two of you ran into each other a few times after at various meetings
Brett had done some asking around and found out you were a wereleopard, so he was slightly more prepared for your antics
But still, every time you saw each other, the flirting seemed to turn up a notch, the teasing hit a little harder
It reached a new high the night of the Devenford Prep-Beacon Hills lacrosse game
He’d spotted you in the bleachers as soon as he stepped on the field (not that he was trying to find you)
You were wearing tight shorts (were those even allowed??) and someone’s jersey (which definitely wasn’t allowed in Brett’s mind)
Brett definitely did not immediately scan the field and see whose it was
It was Liam’s
And you definitely had not worn it on purpose to see if you could rile him up
But if you had: mission accomplished
Brett was an animal on the field, scoring 6 goals himself and a number of assists, propelling Davenport to a 20-7 victory
You didn’t like how many times he slammed into Liam, but you were a big fan of how he looked when he was all sweaty
And then when he took his shirt off after the game
!!!!
But you played it cool when you came down the bleachers, first checking in with Liam, Stiles, Scott, and Kira, and waiting for Brett to start looking at you
You felt his eyes after only a few seconds
But you made him wait a minute or two before you turned to him and smiled, deceptively innocent
He came to you like a moth to a flame
You smelled his sweat and warmth and lust
And you couldn’t stop yourself from smirking
“You sure you still want to wear that loser’s jersey?” he asked, reaching a hand out to pinch the fabric between his fingers
Your eyes sparkled with mischief. “You don’t think I look good in it?”
Brett met your gaze. “You’d look better with it off.”
And then you had him, the cat had caught her mouse
Or maybe the dog had caught the cat?
It was hard to tell who was in control, but neither one of you ever stopped fighting for it
Not after a steamy hook-up in the backseat of his truck, where he asked you out and you pretended to have to think it over; not after that first date, where you thought he’d kiss you goodnight and he’d only smirked; and not after the first year together, where neither of you wanted to admit that you were in love, but you both knew you were
Corey Bryant
(male reader)
Oh, you really couldn’t have asked for a better lab partner than Corey Bryant
The poor boy was putty in your hands, and the blush that filled his cheeks when you gave him a compliment (even a small one) always had you going back for more
One time you ran a hand along his jacket while you complimented him and he couldn’t speak for nearly five minutes
You loved it
But as senior year crept along and supernatural events picked up around town, Corey began to change
It was little things at first: asking you to wash the beakers, telling you directions, looking you in the eye after a flirtatious comment
You bristled against it initially
Who did he think he was, growing a backbone against a wereleopard? He was only a human
Or was he?
Because you’d started to notice a change in his scent (not that you’d paid a lot of attention to it -- this wasn’t serious, you were just flirting)
But the new smell was so faint and so unusual for supernatural creatures, almost seeming to change every second, that you couldn’t be sure
And what if he was just a normal human? What then? How did you feel about him challenging you more?
You hated it
Kind of
(Although you did kind of like seeing Corey’s confidence grow, whether aided by powers or not)
But as quickly as it had happened, Corey seemed to fold back into the shadows again
He came to class pale, with dark shadows under his eyes, and he smelled scared
Not that you were concerned or anything
You just went to Scott McCall to make sure he, as the True Alpha in town, knew that something sketchy might be going on
And after learning about the Dread Doctors you only offered to help because you’re a wereleopard, the strongest, smartest, fastest supernatural creature around
“And the most humble,” Stiles had muttered
You’d winked and he’d gone wide-eyed, looking around frantically, but all you could think about was how Corey would have reacted instead
Would he still blush at something as small as a wink? Would he smile that sweet, boyish grin of his?
Now armed with the knowledge of Corey being a Chimera, you’d taken it upon yourself to be his bodyguard
And also test out what exactly his powers were
Was he stronger than you???
Well, as you found out in the Beacon Hills High School weight room, he could bench press 360 pounds
Easily
You weren’t sure if you should be bitter or turned on
Or both
“Thanks, Y/N, for helping. I know this isn’t something you’d normally do,” Corey said as he sat on the bench
You smirked (you didn’t really know how to smile) and leaned against a nearby squat rack, “I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spend time with my favorite Chimera.”
There was that blush
And the boyish grin
And Corey looking at you shyly through his eyelashes
Were you blushing too?
“Do you think...Do you think I might be the Dread Doctors’ success?” he asked. “I just mean because I’m only getting stronger. And I’m healing faster.” Corey looked up at you nervously, then back down to the ground. “Nevermind, I don’t know--”
“I think you’re a success,” you said before you could stop yourself. You pushed yourself away from the squat rack and reached Corey’s bench in a few graceful steps. Slowly sitting next to him, you added, “I don’t know what the Dread Doctors are planning, but I think you check every box.” And then, because he wasn’t responding, just staring at you, red-cheeked and beautiful, you said again, “I think you’re a success, Corey.”
His kiss was nervous and excited and, underneath it all, dominant
When you both finally needed to pull away, Corey was the first to speak
“I like your smile.”
And you were smiling, because Corey was smiling too and you felt happy, not proud from teasing some guy, not accomplished because you made someone flustered, not superior because you were supernatural
