#rachael.

“Go on anon,” it says.

“Nah,” we say. Rebels gonna rebel.🤘🏻

RACHAEL. I have learned so much about creative researching and concentrating on details from reading your writing, so having you point that out as a strength makes me so flippin happy. (I had 6 tabs open while I was brainstorming for the photo request you sent me. SIX for a 500 word drabble. Extra. Like guacamole.)

The chapter titles for Oblivion... I can’t really take credit for those because they are literally just the lyrics of the song that the series gets it’s title from. They’re in order, and I completely lucked out with how well they worked for each section of that story. I think I listened to that song about a million and a quarter times while writing that 😅

The Resol’nare timelines make me so anxious- we were just discussing this last night- so the fact that you think I’m doing a good job with that realllllllly puts me at ease. There are just so many pieces to that puzzle and I’m glad to know it’s starting to make a picture.

You just told me you can SEE the Thulian. That is the BIGGEST compliment because it’s not something that is in the world we live in. Knowing that you’re able to picture something that isn’t “real”, something that I made up, is... very satisfying.

“S’pose it’s a mixed bag. Strangers—well, most strangers that ain’t human lookit me like I’m the smallest most disgustin’ thing they ever saw. Regular folks gotta starin’ problem ‘cause’f th’ tail so… perdy often I’d say.” The cowboy admits.

“D’pends on who I run inta.” A shrug follows his words and his head comes to a slight tilt, his eyes scanning Rachael’s expression. “Why d’ya ask? Y’ain’t been hidin’ bein’ a werewolf from me, are ya?” He jokes, a small smile playing at his lips.

@splinter-sister

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Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. // @splinter-sister

Butch and Rachael had, had similar exchanges before but it makes it no less surprising when her lips lock with his own in a firm kiss. He even feels a strong grip pull him closer by the hips and he doesn’t shy away, eagerly returning the kiss and even taking to deepening it, his eyes fluttering shut. His tail curls at the tip, shivering excitedly and giving away exactly how he’s feeling about her little surprise. He’s going to one up her though, teeth digging into her bottom lip right before they part and tugging teasingly, eyes peeking open in a lidded stare to take in her expression.

@splinter-sister

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At the pinch, his tail gives an instinctive but relatively gentle swat at her and he turns to look at her with a smile—one that falls fast at the question and that tone in her voice.

That was an odd question to ask out of the blue, though it’s a question that’s been in his mind ever since he’d grown his tail; one he didn’t really like to think about because he’s rather uncertain himself. He knows he views himself as a man—as a human, but there are still doubts everytime he loses his temper, everytime he’s able to produce fire from his hands, and merely the reminder the sight of his horns brought him that he was changing.

Rachael. 🥲🥰

I fucking love you. I do not know what I did to deserve you as a friend but I know that I am one lucky bitch. Thank you for being so supportive and honest and for caring and for making me laugh and for being you. Friends like you are exceptionally rare.🖤🖤🖤

And THANK YOU for encouraging me to write this story. Thank you for your feedback and for letting me complain and for listening to me freak out and for putting up with my garbage. 🙂🙃