#pack shenanigans

@ghost-kings-court-jester

i have emerged from the academic trenches (final year + master’s applications tried to kill me but i lived) and i am bringing offerings.

new sterek fic dropping: “roses are red, wolves are complicated”

this is not angst. this is not pain. this is not emotional devastation.

this fic is COTTON CANDY.

pure sugar. no nutritional value. dissolves instantly. will rot your teeth. you will still consume it in five minutes and ask for more.

we’re talking:

arts class valentines assignment

stiles writing a heartfelt/sarcastic card

losing it like an idiot

derek finding it

derek KEEPING IT

lydia knowing everything because of course she does

jeep confession energy

soft derek hale rights

this fic is so fluffy it could legally float away.

enter at your own risk. bring emotional support snacks. screaming is encouraged.

posting as you read this 💌🐺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80047326/chapters/210124826

Jitka raised her brows, lips curling into a knowing smile as she looked straight at Henry.

He rolled his eyes but failed to hide the twitch of a grin. “Ay, sure — and who was it pulled your noble arse out of Maleshov, eh?”

“Details,” Hans waved a hand with exaggerated dignity, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him. “Entirely irrelevant details.”

Introduction!!!

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Hihihi!!

You can call me Andrew or Lucky and I use he/him pronouns. I'm 19 and will mostly use this blog for therian/otherkin things. Asks are always open I love talking to people through them /gen :3

I'm gay, trans, disabled, neurodivergent and pagan and will probably rb posts related to these things. Tone indicators appreciated :)

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Tags:

#lucky howling - stuff related to wolf

#lucky barking - stuff related to dog

#lucky galumphing - stuff related to seal

#lucky yapping - stuff related to all or general unrelated

#pack shenanigans - stuff related to pack <333

#thom - stuff related to thom (plush seal)

#river time - stuff related to river (plush wolf)

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Links to my other blogs (tumblr wont let me tag):

My pagan/witchy blog

My seal blog (literally just reblogs)

My shark blog (literally just reblogs)

My other pagan blog - @nothoughtsgayboy

My unhinged Rome blog (Although the blog you're on now is sfw - this Rome blog isn't! Keep that in mind if you decide to check it out ) - @in-verrem-we-trust

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Theriotypes, rules for requests and DNI below the cut

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Love is a Twisted Dance of Shadows

For the time being. When you don’t want to be there, let me know.” Theo’s eyes sweep over him, the silence holding Liam, burning with arrogance and hot with anger over his know it all attitude. It’s too out of place. Liam’s not even close to ready.

“I’m taking the cat.” Liam snaps, leaving Theo and instantly drawn to how unrealistic he’s being. Too bad he doesn’t feel like being reasonable.

It Came Quietly, and Without a Sound

“No one is that good at lacrosse.” Stiles rambles, handing the lacrosse stick to Theo, and explaining his theory.

“I think I’m pretty good.” Scott shrugs, shutting his friend down, and Liam is father back, watching Theo’s every move.

Desert C.

“I’m never going on vacation with you again.” Theo snarls, an insightful dig and Liam won’t tolerate it.

“That’s good. Your people skills could be improved.” Liam clicks his tongue, handing Theo his water before giving the silent treatment.

Give it Willingly or Not at All (working title)

Liam bites his tongue, the pain too deep and the viciousness of his claws are a warning, but taken as a compliment to the evil that lurks within Theo.

“Are you going to sit down now, or do we have to play this game again?” Theo asks, coldly grinning and the darker tone of the chimera is frightening, alienating Liam from the rest of the world.

which car(s) they're taking

roscoe the jeep. despite protests about the jeep breaking down all the time, stiles refuses to go anywhere without it. if it's a long distance trip they'll take whoever's car has the most room. these mfs are too beefy for their own good.

who's driving

literally anyone but malia. stiles for sure if they're in the jeep.

who's distributing snacks

kira or lydia. they don't trust anyone else to hold onto the snacks without eating everything.

who pumps gas

liam gets stuck pumping gas. scott and stiles are too busy raiding the gas station's snack aisles.

who's giving directions

lydia martin: co-pilot extraordinaire

who has the aux

it's constantly rotating, mostly because every 20 minutes a song selection is vetoed by the rest of the pack and aux privileges are temporarily taken away from whoever was playing music.

most likely to get car sick/blow chunks

the one time malia drove a very short shift, scott almost barfed out the window. this man has been to through hell and typically has a stomach of steel, but that gas station corn dog has him feeling some type of way. that plus the constant swerving and near-death experiences every 5 minutes make for an interesting ride.

who needs to stop every other hour to pee

If there is a threat specifically for Omegas, say an outsider Alpha in Rut trying to get to them, the Alpha probably would try to safely gather the Omegas there with the help of the Betas, who will then stay with the to comfort them, and protect them further if needed🥺

I'm not saying the Omegas can't protect themselves, heck I'd be more scared of Max, Seb and Lewis than of Dan, Kimi and Nico jsjsj. But in case of smthn like a stranger in Rut, they would be safer letting the Alphas handle things🥺

So in that case you would have the Omegas in a room somewhere, maybe even with a few pups (be it f2/f3 drivers or their actual babies), with the Betas force feeding everyone snacks while Max just snuggles as many people to his chest as he can jwjsjdjwjd