#werewolf ren

[waterrboredd]

Happy Halloween from our scariest hermits!

@moss-sweaterrr

[emptyroominthevoid]

Vampires smp

Okay… just some thoughtS… (spoilers ahead)

1: So, ren is totally a werewolf right? Maybe that’s where his accent is from! Or it really is a curse, so who cursed him? What if he killed shubbles dad!?

2: Vampire Scott my beloved!!!

3: Shubble and Scott are so cool together! Like, she’s got no clue LOL! Also, Shubble seemingly found Scott’s old castle at the end of her episode, and at the end of Scott’s he said he was going home, so do they meet? What’s the reaction? I wanna knowwwwwwww!!!!!!

4: Who turned Owen? Who turned Scott? Did Scott turn Owen? (Probably not or they would know each other)

5: We know Owen has looked for a cure, does he regret something he did? Or maybe it was for someone else?

6: IS BIGFOOT REAL!??!?!!!?!??

7: What’s up with the beacons?

8: Okay, but seriously, I need more Scott and Shubble interactions.

9: WHAT THE FUDGE WAS IN THAT FOOD SCOTT HAD!?? IT SHOULD BE ROTTEN!!

the only POV’s I’ve watched are Scott’s and a little bit of Shubble’s

UPDATE: I watched the first 5 minutes of Owen’s POV, and now gift you a new question

Who turned the mayor?

[stormy-fields]

so the werewolf suspects: Ren, Pearl, Avid

Ren seems to heavily hint it in his videos, the way he phrases his reasons, and though wolves do live in packs, werewolves in some folktales have been known to defer from it.

Avid isn’t turned fully yet, though he was seemingly nearly turned before he turned vampire, and he’s said he wanted the meat more so than the blood, which seems to me like werewolf tendencies.

I haven’t watched any of Pearl’s videos, but I’ve heard about things like her ‘very sharp hearing’ and her response of ‘all the better to hunt you with’, an iconic line by an anthropomorphic wolf. Plus there’s her backstory of her father being killed by a werewolf, it could be possible that it’s only part of the story, that

a) She was the werewolf, but doesn’t tell the actuality for fear of them thinking her a monster.

b) she doesn’t tell what came after, of her going after the wolf that killed him, seeking revenge but being herself turned.

[a-lone-st4r-in-the-galaxy]

Little thing for my Fic I'm writing

They're so sillies

[nonhumanhermitheadcanons]

Take this: shapeshifter Ren, but he can only shapeshift into different canids/breeds of dog.

under the definition of the family Caninae foxes and raccoon dogs are included.

would ren's shapeshifting include animals not commonly thought of as dogs but are in the family?

yes

no

other (please explain)

Voting ended onMay 23

[spirallingantz]

anon who talked about transmasc Martyn and werewolf ren, you made it angsty but that ok lol. Would love to hear more suggestive version if u want :)

breeding kink to end all breeding kinks. nuff said.

werewolf instincts would go sooo crazy i think and ren wouldn't be able to stop himself if he tried. the sex would be violent and possessive and claiming and leave martyn sore for a week and he wouldn't have it any other way amen

big worlf ren.... big wolf just a ouppy (not really) so soft n fluffy. auughhh i lovoe him i loooove him

if we lean heavy on the instincts ren would see martyn and immediately think that's his mate. like straight up that is his property and he's on it like a car bonnet im so fr clawing at him biting him . violent fucking claiming bite right on his shoulder joint where he'll be sore for weeks when he moves it bonus points if it scars messily and ren helps him dress the wound once he's come to his senses the next morning (whump beam was always coming we all know)

martyn would surprise himself with how into it he is immediately. like yeah in theory it sounds cool but now that theres a huge werewolf right fucking there and it's ren and he's somehow still gorgeous and martyn wants to feel him up and down, rake his hands through his fur. something to cling onto when ren fucks him deep and the sting of it only makes him growl and go faster

ren would give him like no prep time because he needs him and he needs him now. big wolf aint waitin for no fingering. martyn better pray he's a leaky tap down there and he's for once grateful he's a pervy shit and he's already really getting off on this just from the manhandling because ren's got him held fast and he's pushing into him before his horny brain can catch up. it's painful and martyn tries to get him to slow down because it's too much all at once. ren's so big and there's no way martyn's strong enough to push him away even though he tries... "stop wait no its too much it hurts" means nothing to a werewolf when its making progress in forcing himself in. got bless

werewolf ren would never in a million years be pulling out either. the stretch is sooo good and when martyn gets used to the pain of it he's drooling for it he's not even thinking. he's so close every time it hits so deep inside of him and he's sobbing with each moan and he'd have come at least twice by the time ren's finished with him. and that's no accounting for the knot.

martyn's locked in place and somehow it's even worse, more pain and more pleasure and he literally cannot control what he's saying or doing at this point in time. his mind is completely on the backseat so blissed out, even flicking in n out of consciousness at this point with how rough he's been with him

martyn lying there soooo fucked out so stretched out and sore after just melting into the bed feeling so empty. finally the werewolf calms down a bit and folds himself around his mate satisfied that he'll be having his pups for sure after this (whether or not this comes to fruition. instincts doing their thing in the moment n that). martyn's so sore and he's clinging to ren sooo bad afterwards. kisses on his muzzle and doesn't have the words to tell him how much he loves him. ren pulling him close and keeping him there all night up against his fur, and martyn can hear the strength in that heartbeat when he buries his head in his chest. the cutesies you understand

[greenekangaroo]

enemy of my enemy

Ren has been in a sensory dampening cage for more than ten hours when the whole thing shakes.

He sits up, ears perking, straining to hear anything. He's blind in here, the old magic worked into the slabs at the top killing his sense of smell, his hearing and his sight.

The whole thing shakes again, and he hears someone yell. He doesn't need access to supernatural sense for that- whoever it is, they're right outside.

There is a slam, against the bolted obsidian lined door. Ren, wisely, digs his claws as best he can into the sides and hangs on.

The armored door is being beaten like whoever it is outside has a battering ram, and maybe they do- did Impulse get Doc? Or Wels? Wels could punch through a dampening cage, even if he had to remain human shaped to do it. Either that or someone else has decided they want a werewolf. Ren shakes his head to clear it, tries to ready himself. Whatever comes through that door, he's going to claw its face off.

The door punctures and a surprisingly human fist- albeit one with longer clawlike nails- grabs the side and begins pulling.

Ren smells the blood long before he sees the vampire fully.

The man is big and scarred, wearing what might be a suit and tie- no sleeves, kinda weird- underneath all the blood. It's caked down his front and up his neck and chin.

"You Ren, my dude?" He asks, and it's so friendly, so out of left field, that Ren says, "That's what they call me."

"Cool. Who do you hate more, Vampires or the guys who put you in this box?"

"Right this second? Box."

"Awesome, follow me!" the vampire turns and jumps off the truck bumper into what is very clearly a fight. Ren takes just long enough to shake out his shoulders- sore from having to curl up to fit in this damnable prison- and then launches out himself, howling.

By the time said fight is done, Gem is holding her shoulder and she's shed a pair of antlers, which Impulse dutifully picks up. Grian is leaving bloody little clawprints wherever he walks and Impulse has a crossbow that Ren knows he keeps behind glass and under lock and key back home.

"You guys go," the vampire is telling Impulse. "These pricks are a known problem. I'll clean up."

"Skizz-"

Wait. Skizz- Impulse's Skizz, his partner, his closest companion, the man he'd described to Ren once when they were both a little drunk as 'the other half of my soul made manifest', is a vampire?

"It's okay, Dippledop. I'll make it through. I always do."

"Not this time. Skizz- come with us."

"Uh," Grian says, and Skizz shakes his head. "No, Impulse. Not without warning, not to a place like Hermitcraft. Look, I'll lay low. I'm good at that."

"Are you?" Impulse asks, and Ren can smell and hear his fear. "Skizz if they decide to put you on the line for this.."

"I'll vouch," Ren says suddenly. Impulse's head snaps up to look at him. "He can come with us to the holding hub and I'll vouch. We all need to get out of this, and I repay favors owed."

"Man you don't owe me nothing," Skizz protests. "Nobody deserves to live in a zoo or whatever awful shit they were gonna do."

"And no one deserves to be left tied to a pole for sunrise because they were helping a friend," Ren says. "I still hate them more than I hate vampires."

"Can we go?" Grian asks. "We can argue the virtues on the way!"

"I'll message Xisuma," Gem says, looking pale. "Come on."

Impulse swears and the group takes off into the night, away from the hub lot they had painted with the mess of the kidnappers. Ren and Skizz are fast but Gem is fastest, so she takes point as they flee.

By the time the sun rises on the hub lot where Mob Dominion had tried to bag themselves a werewolf, the perpetrators are long gone.

[chillychive]

Something about how the watchers work through Grian and Martyn… but when their emissaries disappoint them, get too comfortable, loyal, forget their place… they find other means. Like a wolf, surrendering his life on an altar. Like a man, offering his head and an enchanter in a pond. Like loss, like love, too freely given, to those who have no love for their own life. Those who choose sacrifice, choose death, to victory. Those who refuse to speak in a language the Watcher’s harbingers understand, a language of blood and tooth and claw and victory. Those who give, and give freely until they bleed dry on a bloodstained alter or bake in hot sand stained by a thousand wounds.