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Boy oh boy! It’s that time of the month!
What time of the month, you say? Time to remind everyone and warn the noobies of what the fuck they’re getting into:
Dana Rune, main artist of The Arcana, has run an incest zine and is still wholly unapologetic about it
Elle has a long, long, LONG history of being into “yaoi” and all that implies (rape and abuse fetishes to the point they’re into women being shipped w misogynistic space nazis? okay)(they also ship dorian/fenris which for those who aren’t in the know are a slavery apologist and a slave respectively)
Anytime Dana and Elle are criticized they deflect with excuses about their mental health as if half of us calling out their shit don’t also have our own mental illnesses
Note Dana also saying condemning incest is apparently as triggering as finding out someone ships incest, and admitting she blocks incest victims who try to call her out on her shit
Dana supports Omocat, a known “shota” artist
Dana and Elle have acted so atrociously this entire time they had to add disclaimers to their twitters about how their views don’t reflect Nix Hydra’s and demand nobody post their tweets
Julian is literally just a white-washed Jeff Goldblum like, the shamelessness of it lmfao
It’s still 500 dollars to buy the entire fucking game, fun little new mini-games or not, mini-games that still demand coins to continue or refresh???
their business model is SCUMMY as fuck
they blatantly fetishize the brown characters and play favorites with Julian and the whole asrian shit just feels gross as hell
the nb “””rep””” is laughable at best
this doesn’t even cover everything, and i may not have the screenshot but shoutout to dana replying to ppl complaining about prices with “nobody’s holding a gun to your head to play the game” like damn dana great PR skills
PHEW. GLAD HE WAS THE ONLY BILLIONAIRE OLIGARCH EVER TO PUSH THAT PARTICULAR BRAND OF WEIRD. SUCH A UNIQUE POINT OF VIEW FOR A MEMBER OF THE RETARDEDLY RICH. I'M GONNA GO ON NICKELODEON NOW AND GET COATED IN SLIME WHILE SUMNER REDSTONE'S FATTEST IMP SUCKS MY TOES.
I wish all proshippers a very terrible Valentine’s Day 🥰🥰🥰 ❤️❤️❤️❤️😉😉
Why is Kyary Pamyu Pamyu problematic?
she's a giant, unabashed, almost proud pedophile (im not gonna link the tumblr post with proof in it bc the user who made the one thats the 'main' one is an aot fan who deleted the post i guess).
https://twitter.com/jpopprojectnews/status/1207537719536181248?lang=en
Coach Carl’s office was laden with trophies. With gold medals. With accomplishment and triumph. On the walls were framed photos of the many, many teams Carl had had the honor of coaching over the years.
The smiling faces of these children haunted the stout man who sat before him.
“Listen, they’ve well figured out what’s been happening here, Carl.”
Carl gave Terry a pointed stare from his desk. “If you say nothing, they won’t know nothing, now will they? And who’d believe a little kid, anyways?”
Terry raised his arms in mock-defense. “If these parents were any good, they’d ought to at least investigate you. I know I would.”
Carl stood and slammed his hands down on the desk. The look in his eyes was almost predatory as he said, “Terry, don’t you get smart with me. You’d be a whole lot smarter to shut that filthy trap of yours. Unless you’d want me to give the ol’ wife a buzz?”
The man towering over Terry leered, “I’m sure Martha would like nothing more than to confirm her suspicions about your foxy little receptionist...Jenny, wasn’t it?”
Carl had Terry backed into a corner, both metaphorically and physically.
Terry averted his eyes from Carl to the door just out of reach. “Alright, Carl, alright. I’m sorry. I won’t say nothing to nobody.”
A smile stretched unbearably wide across the man’s face. “Good, good. That’s all I needed to clarify. Now, Terry, get out of my office before you’re out of a job and have to pay Martha’s alimony.”
Terry made his exit quick, and shut the door with a slam. If Jenny had been a little quieter, then he’d be able to tell the media about the things Coach Carl did. Without fear of repercussion, of course. During all of those extra youth practices, in the darkest depths of the locker rooms, even in Carl’s own office! If the world knew just how animalistic, how sick this all star coach really was, then, maybe, just maybe, Terry himself would be able to take Carl’s place as head coach.
He could imagine it now: Head Coach Terry!
If only...if only...if only...
Just an FYI to any of my followers. I am proship and propara. I support the Big 3. I support pro/complex (nonsexual/romantic) contact.
I myself am zoo and pedo and complex contact but non-offending.
I DO NOT support CSA, grooming, CSEM/CSAM, or animal abuse. I DO NOT support any pedophiles or zoophiles that offend. I would NEVER harm another living being, and don't condone doing so.
I am open to genuine discussion about my views and attractions. I AM NOT open to hate and ableism, and will freely block anyone who engages in such.
Other info about me:
Proship
Transspecies
Transage
Proconsang
Antiabuse
Autistic
This includes sexual thoughts. Stop accusing people of being child molesters and animal abusers just because they have those thoughts.
Stop attacking those who write or draw those things; It's a valid coping mechanism.
Stop attacking people who sexualize their thoughts; Again, it's a valid coping mechanism.
As someone with violent and even homicidal ideation, I think the choices people make are far more indicative of their moral character than anything else.
Thoughts mean nothing. Thoughtcrimes don't exist, especially because what we think is out of our control. If you're not running around hurting people or advocating for others hurting people, then you're fine. For the love of fuck stop stigmatizing mental illnesses and and the unsavory symptoms some of them tend to have.
People can't help it whether they have intrusive thoughts or even fantasize about violence. It doesn't mean we're going to do it. I'm not going to apologize for my symptoms nor does someone finding them off-putting give them a license to be ableist/sanist about it.
My story
My name is Enrique. An older brother desperate to get custody of his younger sister (10 years now). My parents died a few months ago (due to covid-19), from that moment my world collapsed, and when things could not be worse, me and my sister (now orphan children) were separated. My in-law uncle, a pedophile, homophobic and racist (It disgusts me to call that despicable human being “uncle”) legally claimed custody of my younger sister, and he obtained it.
I am ashamed to say that I live in a corrupt country, but I live here. “Justice” comes to a few “lucky” and by lucky I mean those who have money to go to the end, because while you fight for a pinch of justice you run out of resources if they are scarce, like me.
My family is lower-middle class, I worked and studied. Due to the death of my parents I had to leave school to just work and raise the precious money necessary to 1) survive in this world alone (pay for everything: housing, water, electricity, food, medicine, etc.), 2) pay a treatment because I suffer from a cervical hernia (which sometimes prevents me from working) and, most importantly, 3) saving to pay a good lawyer and fight for the custody of my sister.
Being suddenly in this world is just an inexplicable feeling. I believed, like any child, that I would have my parents forever… but I had to (as I could) try to move on, and try to make my plans concrete and get my sister back, which is the most important goal of my life now. I am currently working, I have 2 jobs (I had 3 jobs at one time, but because of my hernia I had to leave 1), but it is still not enough to save and pay for a good lawyer and get my sister back. This is where I need a lot of help.
And where is the family of my parents, uncles, cousins, grandparents? That is a very good question. Well, they are in their own homes, living a happy life. Our relatives were ashamed of our family and completely turned their backs on us because they had me: a gay son, who was sexually abused by this “uncle”. All these relatives believed my uncle’s testimony when this event happened: “that a 9-year-old boy seduced him” “it was an accident”. A shitty family (I can’t give so many details here, because I’ll use this information in family court, but I can tell you more in private if you want).
If it weren’t for my little sister long ago I would have left this world. I don’t want to be the typical “dramatic teenager” who talks about suicide, but when life hits you and then spits in your face the way out is really clear. But my little sister is everything to me now, and always will be. She is my source of resilience. My light. And I will fight with everything I have and what I don’t for her. You know? I can leave everything, even my life for my sister, but precisely for her I must live. That’s the thought that motivates me.
In a month I finally turn 18 !! And I’ll go to family court as soon as that happens. I have contacted some lawyers to find out how much a judicial process like this could cost, the rates are obviously per hour (between $ 80 and $ 400, it varies according to the lawyer’s experience), and on average the fixed fees are between $ 4,500 to $ 20,000, but several said my case did not appear to be a flat fee as it was complex and would be a “contested case” (means there is a dispute about how the custody of the child will be handled, one person has sole custody and refuses to cooperate or compromise, the case will proceed to a full court trial).
Anyway, during this time I have tried to meet certain requirements and have the optimal conditions to obtain custody of my sister. I’m on my way.
I comment on my whole situation here because as you can see I need a lot of help, I feel powerless, but I don’t want to give up. I do not want. I just want to see my sister happy and obviously she’s not happy with that bastard.
Thank you for taking an interest in me and my sister and for reading all of this. Any help is welcome. Even just a reblog is so precious to me, because it means you didn’t ignore me. Thank you.
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Breaking and Entering (10) - Jonathan
Status: Ongoing Series
Word count for Chapter: 4,093
Word count for Story: 27,627
Genre: Werewolf
There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs. I started a Patreon for many reasons. Most recently, I almost died of septic shock and was in the hospital for 17 days and have an estimated 1-2 year recovery time. I do have a Patreon account to help support my family while I am on temporary disability
Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter has a discussion involving child trafficking, pedophilia, and drug running. It also has hints of planned SA, bratty behaviors, and off-page death.
BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST
LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
"The two of you are free to leave, but remember, Lovren is off-limits. If I catch wind of any more disturbances on pack grounds,” commands Alpha Stanislav.
Sensing the gravity of the situation, my wife and daughter rise from their seats and bow their heads, baring their necks in a show of submission.
“Yes, Alpha Stanislav. We understand. There will be no more incidents. Right, Selena?” Rachel prompts, her voice filled with a mix of fear and respect.
“Of course, Alpha. You won’t hear a thing,” states Selena as she backs away timidly.
I continue to refrain from looking at my family, trying my best, for now, not to lose my temper over the situation as they leave the office. Young Alpha Mikhail’s counsel bows respectfully and leaves as well.
“I haven’t seen someone gain a reaction like that from your son… ever,” comments Beta Christopher, to which I nod in agreement.
“Keep an eye on her, but don’t scare her, Andrei. Selena is your daughter, Jonathan, but I don’t trust her nor Lovren not to cause trouble,” Alpha Stanislav comments, dismissing Andrei to chase after my foster daughter.
“You are dismissed. I have a few things to do before I return to the pack house,” instructs my Alpha.
Beta Christopher and I leave the office together: “I can’t believe she has taken it this far. She seemed so agreeable to bringing Lovren into the family at the beginning.”
“It may be due to Lovren being so close in age to your daughter. Perhaps if she had been younger and more like a ‘little sister,’ then it would have worked out,” comments Christopher. “Right now, Lovren is something new, different, and that creates insecurity for Selena.”
Sighing, I say, “That makes sense. I still, they both knew this was a tricky situation. I have to get home and have a talk with them.”
Laughter pulls my attention to the small cluster of boys near the window, “Andrei! Aren’t you supposed to be finding the girl?”
“Yes, sir. I was just speaking with my brother, our resident Lovren expert, on her habits to see where she might have gone,” responds Andrei.
Beta Christopher chimes in with a confused look, “And that is something funny?”
Failing to control his laughter, Erik says, “No, Sir. Your Gamma Heir thinks I have a crush on Lovren.”
The shock on my face was quickly followed by restrained laughter. I remember the first time Erik realized he was gay. He was so worried that he would never be able to have a family and raise a pup of his own.
Christopher finally says, “Seems it’s not only Alpha Mikhail who needs to learn more about the pack.”
The younger counsel looked confused, which caused me to chuckle harder. Christopher added, “You see, Erik would never be interested in Lovren like that.”
“He means I am gay. I don’t find women attractive, which is why it is even more interesting that Leo and I want to find ourselves close to Lovren,” Erik clarifies, smiling softly at the expressions of understanding that come over his peers.
Erik then turns to his brother, “She went into the forest. The lake would be calming for her now, but with how much she was shaking… I wouldn’t be surprised if she goes as far as the falls.”
“Thanks, lil bro,” Andrei pats Erik on the shoulder. “Counsels,” he bows to the two counsels and heads to the elevator.
Watching him go, I see that Erik or his wolf wants to follow him and find Lovren. He doesn't bolt after Andrei because the pack protocol states that high-ranking members must dismiss him. Erik has so much potential in the pack but needs to gain self-confidence.
“Erik, Alpha Stanislav wants the three of us to go to the pack house,” informs the Young Beta Aliaksandr. “Why don’t you come with us? I would like to learn more about what happened today from your point of view.”
“Me?” Erik said in shock.
“Yeah, why not?” questions Young Beta Mitchell. “I have seen your scores in warrior training. They are impressive. Gamma Jonathan and I were gonna reach out to you and Andrei.”
His reaction of pure shock and almost embarrassment supports my thoughts that Erik still hasn’t grown into himself enough. Maybe spending time with the Young Alpha’s counsel will help him.
His eyes flit to me, seeking confirmation that I have noticed his remarkable skills. I simply nod. ?he shifts in place and then looks at the Alpha Heir, “I could come. If you want.”
The Alpha Heir looks at Erik as if he sees the same uncertainty that I do. Young Gamma Mitchell and Beta Aliaksandr are doing the same. This fills me with a sense of pride because the next council is showing care for a pack member. Noting the undercurrent of emotions, I can see the plans forming within their minds on how to improve Erik.
“Common, we can take my car,” Young Alpha Mikhail smiles. “We can order pizza on the way home. That way, we can eat, talk, and then maybe do a study session. That’s what high schoolers do, right?”
Seeing that the boys have everything under control, I elbow Christopher before saying, “I will talk with my family and Mitch. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I don’t envy your night, but remember if you need anything…” Christopher trails off as he watches the boys all pile in the elevator.
“Thanks. See ya,” I comment, walking over to the elevator to wait for it to return.
Make sure you both are home when I get there. We need to talk.
We just parked, my love. Selena is grounded to her room.
Good, she needs more than just that, but we will discuss that together.
“Here, Alpha and Gamma, we have our young adult detention center that you requested to see,” said Gamma Liam of the Kenize Pack in Canada. “The genders are housed separately but they are able to interact during designated times throughout the day.”
“Do you mix humans with rogues and pups?” questions Alpha Stanislav.
Nodding, the Gamma answered, “We do because it's such a small range. We end up taking in offenders from the nearby packs as well. We don’t have many humans here, but we have three right now.”
Pointing to the lunch room, he indicates two males playing table tennis and a female sitting in the corner with a book.
Once my eyes landed on the girl, my wolf Asher surged forward with a growl. It shocked not only myself but the two others with me.
Keep her. She is ours.
Asher, she is a criminal and is in a different country. We can’t do that.
The girl is ours. We need to bring her home.
“Everything alright, Jon?” questions my Alpha.
I open my mouth to assure him everything is fine but freeze. “I'm not sure, Alpha.” Looking at the other Gamma, I ask, “What can you tell me about the girl?”
The Gamma looks down at the floor below and tilts his head, almost at a loss for words, before he says, “She has a file practically two inches thick. She is an orphan and has made a ruin of the Foster Care system before she crossed the boarded to come here.. She was caught squatting in one of the guard shacks that we had closed for repairs.”
Looking back at the girl, she startles me by looking straight back. I keep eye contact, letting Asher push forward. The girl closes her book and stands up, and then I feel like a wave is pushed over me. Asher is yipping, chirping, and chuffing in my head like he has found a long-lost pup.
“Jonathan, stand down,” orders Alpha Stanislav. “Gamma Liam, we will need to speak with your Alpha about her. I have a feeling neither one of our wolves will leave with her still in this center.”
“Very well, he is actually in his office now. If you follow me please,” says the Gamma, leading the way.
“She said she got here, how?” asked Alpha Stanislav.
“Her records say that her mother and father sought asylum from Russia in America and died in a car accident three months after they settled down. Lovren was only 7-years-old at the time. Since then she has been through the American Foster system having several families,” replies Alpha Noah.
Reading over the file while the two Alphas discuss, my mind wanders back to the conversations about the human criminal I overheard during the North America Summit. They called her a “paunchy bad hat” that they couldn’t wait to “shag” after they broke her down.
“You do understand that some of your men are the reason why we are asking about her?” I growl out the question.
Alpha Noah seems confused at the disgust he hears in my tone. Still, before he can say anything, I continue, “At the NAS, a group of your guards, come of who we saw there today, expressed their dislike for this child’s physical features and her troublesome way while planning to fuck her once they harassed her enough?”
“That would never happen on my pack grounds,” declares Alpha Noah.
Growls rise from Alpha Stanislav and me at this blatant lie, which tastes sour on my tongue. Standing up and stalking forward to his desk, I threw down my other file.
“We have documentation from testimonies and medical records that prove that your correctional facility has child trafficking, pedophilia, and drug running operations,” Alpha Stanislav states.
“You may not know precisely what is going on because you share control of the facility with the Bleu Pack, but I refuse to believe someone as smart as you wouldn’t be clueless,” I add.
Alpha Noah stands quickly and closes the door to his office. Walking over to the window in his office, he says, “I have had suspicions, but the Bleu Pack is larger than mine, more brutal, and they… they leave us alone as long as we look the other way.”
“I know it doesn’t make it right, and I have sent multiple quests to the Magistrate but they haven’t made a move yet,” he continues, dropping onto the couch.
Sharing a look of understanding with Alpha Stanislav, I say, “We will have these delivered to your Magistrate to help out. Unfortunately, we are too far away to personally assist but we hope this helps.”
With a grateful expression, “Thank you, Gamma Jonathan. I with we were closer in proximity because I would do anything to repay your pack’s kindness. Honestly, Alpha Stanislav, Thank you.”
“Anything you say?” Alpha Stanislav questions.
The drive home brings back memories of the first time I saw Lovren. I knew she was different and unique. I didn’t know why Alpha Stanislav agreed to put the broken girl in my car, but I was more than excited.
Pulling into the driveway, my lovely mate stands on the porch waiting for me. Rachel and I have struggled to understand how to treat Lovren. I wanted to treat her as another daughter and show her what familial love and warmth felt like, but Rachel wanted to treat her with distance because of her past.
Walking to Rachel, I can see the tentativeness in her motions as she fears I will be mad when I get home. Pulling her into a tight hug, scenting her with calming pheromones, and kissing her head, I lean into our mate bond with nothing but love.
“My mate, I am not angry with you. I am upset with our daughter,” I softly say. “I get that she is dealing with a new sister and gaining her wolf but she needs to learn to control herself and live with humility if she is going to end up being future Luna's Gamma.”
“I know. I thought by now they would have at least talked it out,” Rachel agrees. “Maybe it’s time to tell Selena about Lovren’s history. The non-sensored version.”
I sigh at the thought: “That is a larger conversation than I hoped to have tonight, but you are not wrong. It does need to happen. I would like to have it with a few others present as well.”
Pulling slightly out of my hold, my mate looks at me confusedly, “Who else would need to know?”
“With permission from Alpha Stanislav, I would like to have the Young Alpha’s counsel attend and maybe in that Erik boy and his brother.”
“You have a point. It seems like Erik has taken on the role of a guardian best friend with Lovren but he has never come around the house.”
“I think today was the first official meeting for Lovren and Erik,” I comment, which pulls a shocked chirp from my mate. “Erik’s wolf, Leo, was the first pack member who spotted her and ever since he keeps watch over her in wolf form when she sneaks out at night. He was the one to warn the guard of her habit of getting near the border.”
“Oh. That is unusual isn’t it?”
“My love, is anything involving Lovren normal?”
“I don’t get why we had to foster her,” grits out Selena. Storming into the living room after dinner, we tried to discuss what had happened that day.
Following her as she plops on the couch, I say, “Don’t you ever walk away like that. We have discussions in this family and do not stomp around like a youngling pup.”
“What your father and I are trying to say is,” Rachel says, sitting next to our daughter on the couch. “Please do not cause trouble with Lovren. We did not bring her on to replace you. Your dad and our Alpha had an instinctual need to bring her into the pack– human or not.”
“But her history! Defying authority, committing crimes, and running away. Alpha Stanislav listed them all today. Why would I want to be a sister to someone like that?” questioned Selena.
Sitting on the coffee table, I take Selna’s hands in mine, “There is so much more to her story that you don’t know, and once I speak with Alpha Stanislav, we will tell you and the others. She has had a rough life. I would like to see anyone else make it through while maintaining the strength that she has shown.”
“Give your father this week to settle things up, and then we will discuss this more,” says Rachel before her face turns stoic. Then, with her voice firm, she says, “Selena, you have to practice controlling Trisha and your emotions better.”
“As your parents, we cannot condone or support partial shifting while on school grounds, no matter what anyone says,” I state. “You are grounded for the month. You may take the bus to attend school, cheer practice because it’s related to school, and training, but going out, watching TV, and your cell phone are all out of the question.”
“BUUTT Dad! I need my car for practice! My phone, too. How will they know when we can schedule extra practices, or how can I send updated routine videos? Not all of the squad pack,” whines Selena.
“Guess that is what your friends are for. Send everything through them or make sure to have your ducks in a row for the normal practice times,” comments Rachel. “You forget, we didn’t have texting or cell phones when I was captain of the cheer squad. Deal with it.”
“AGGGHHH. You two are just GAHHH!” complains Selena, and she storms to her room. Shortly after, she returns long enough to toss her keys and cell phone on the coffee table and then returns to her room with a slam of the door.
“That went well,” my mate giggles. “The sooner you can set up that meeting, the better, love.”
“Absolutely not,” Beta Christopher says. “That isn’t your story to tell them.”
Pacing in the conference room, I think of a way to make this work. We must tell the five of them what to look out for with Lovren. Looking at Alpha Stanislav, I ask, “What if we just tell them about how our wolves reacted to her in that godforsaken compound? Explain to them it was instinct to bring her here?”
“They already know some of what she has gone through because of the meeting. You can’t tell me that no one else saw whatever was going on between Lovren and your son,” I continue to push. “Maybe telling them will allow them to look at her with something other than the thought of her being an outsider.”
Beta Chris goes to speak, but Alpha Stanislav raises his hand to say, “I get what you are trying to do. I agree that we should share at least that much but why so soon?”
I start feeling nervous. Lovren is human—at least she smells human—buy, “Lovren turns 18 a week from Friday Pack regulations…”
“Say she must have a party and meet the eligible unmated pack members,” Alpha Stanislav finishes my sentence with a perplexed look.
“Hold on,” says Beta Christopher, leaning forward. “Let me get this straight. You both had your wolves react to this girl. You brought her here months ago but now we’re worried about her meeting pack because she is turning of age?”
Dropping into my seat, I look at the pack Beta and clarify, “She doesn’t know about the pack. She is practically a lone wolf, figuratively speaking. I think other than my family, the only other pack she has spoken to would have been the Young Alpha’s council and Ivanov brothers.”
Beta Chris’s eyes pop in shock at the statement. He looks between the two of us and then furrows his brow. Taking a breath, he goes to speak but stops.
“She had met some of the guards, only in passing, when she was in the library over the summer, but she never spoke to any of them. They all know of her because of Erik’s warning of her hiking habits,” I add.
“So how are we going to have a party for someone with a friend when practically the whole pack has to be involved?” asks Beta Christopher.
A few beats of silence fill the conference room while everyone is deeply thinking about the current million-dollar question. Hosting a party at the house would feel weird and pointless because she didn’t even come out for Selena’s. Plus, would she even be comfortable with one? I don’t think so.
“We don’t. Lovren isn’t the kind of girl who would want a grandiose party nor will she understand why people she doesn’t even know are there,” comments Alpha Stanislav.
“Chris, don’t you hold a ‘welcome back to school’ thing every year?” I ask.
He nods, “Yeah, its the same week of her birthday. We have a spirit week and end with a carnival. Why?”
“What if you held a rally? Like a mandatory rally at the end of the day on her birthday. It would require all the students to be there but you can open it to allow parents and siblings to join,” I suggest.
“That is a good idea. We typically do it at the start of the week but that can be easily moved since it hasn’t been announced yet. I can switch it to the day schedule as well. So they can all get their classes out of the way and it won’t interfere with the working parents that much,” Beta Chris agrees.
“Chris, did you rearrange the class schedules like I asked?” questioned Alpha Stanislav.
I was confused when the Alpha asked for a confirmation request about a school issue. Alpha doesn’t deal with school stuff; that is strictly the Beta’s job as high school principal.
“Yes, Alpha. It was easier to move around the boy’s schedule as to not alert Lovren. The only class I do not have one of the boys in would be her choir class,” confirms Beta Christopher.
I look between the two and ask, “What boys? Why are we not alerting Lovren?”
“I had asked Chris to move the class schedules for the young council and Lovren around so that she was with at least one of the boys during the day,” answered Alpha Stanislav.
“Mikhail said that Lovren didn’t respond to his aura, dismissed his council, was afraid to talk to them, and walked through the quad unnoticed,” he continued. “What bothered him the most is she seemed to be mad when he noticed her and Bora was ’going nuts’ pushing him to find out who she is.”
The three of us share glances, the room heavy with possibilities. Each of us knows the significance when an Alpha’s wolf’s instincts start kicking in like this. Lovren is special, somehow, and I don’t think it has to do with her lock-picking skills.
“I know we already have the guard on watch for when she hikes and is in the library but should we tail her outside of that?” I ask while making a potential change in the rotations to accommodate.
Shaking his head, Alpha Stanislav says, “I don’t want to scare the poor girl. She has enough people watching her as it is. Healer Bet mentioned Lovren being special and didn’t seem to be concerned.”
“Didn’t she say she was healing already when she came in for the claw marks?” Getting nods of confirmation from both of us, Christopher says, “Do you think Lovren is part of Healer Bet’s prophecy? It’s been ten years and you found her by following the crime reports that started coming.”
Alpha Stanislav stands to look out at the bustling school below. The weight of the prophecy clearly took a toll on his thoughts. “Jon, have your meeting with the young council, bring the brothers, and your family.”
“You can have the meeting at the pack house in my main office there. I want this to be as secure as possible,” he says, turning to me. “I will only allow this to happen if they agree to Alpha command not to share it with anyone outside the meeting.”
“Done,” I say with conviction. Finally, they can know and maybe help us find answers quickly.
“Not to bully myself into plans but,” Beta Christopher starts, waiting til he has our attention before continuing. “I think we should bring in Luna Ekaterina, Healer Bet, and Suzanna. This will permit more people to observe and additional people to discuss between.”
“Agreed. My wife already knows, but bringing Healer Bet and your wife would be good,” agreed Alpha Stanislav. “Is your wife still teaching the choir class? That's why you didn’t put any of the boys in there?”
“Yes she is and she says Lovren seems to be relaxed in the class overall. But I didn’t put the boys in there because she already has Erik with her in that class,” Beta Chris says with pride when he speaks of his wife.
“Erik is very protective of her already. I think giving him this additional information will be helpful,” I comment absentmindedly.
“Oh, I almost forgot, and I am pretty sure you haven’t seen Mitchell, but he named Erik his second,” Alpha informs him.
I smirk, “I am not surprised with his scores, heck, he gives Mitchell a run for his money. I will change up his training then as well. Have him join the boys for theirs or his brothers. He will have to stop coasting around like he has been.”
Standing, Beta Christopher looks at his watch. “Sorry to make this short, but I do have a meeting to attend for the festivities next week. I will implement the changes, and just let me know when the meeting will be.”
“Very well, you are dismissed Beta Christopher. Thank you for attending on such short notice,” Apha Stanislav smiles, patting Beta Christopher on the shoulder before watching him walk out.
I wave and turn my attention back to the Alpha. " I think we should tell them sooner rather than later,” I say.
“We can have it tomorrow. You know Katya will want time to make dinner for everyone. Let’s shoot for 6 pm and put your second on Lovren while we are in the meeting,” orders the Alpha. “I will let them know.”
Katya, Christopher, Rachel, Mikhail, Mitchell, Aliaksandr, Selena, Andrei, Erik, and Healer Bet, tomorrow at 6 pm, we will have dinner at the pack house and a meeting in my private office. We have a delicate matter to discuss.
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Sorry to bother you mushrooms with non-fujo related stuff, but we need the popularity of our blog to spread this. -Agate
Oof having a pedo contact me, was horrid can’t believe he sent me his dick, reported to CEOP and now im having a ppanic attack
I hate to have to post this but since I said it on Twitter already it bears repeating.
🛑 Stop playing Omori 🛑
The creator of Omori (Omocat) is a pedophile who admitted to consuming "Shota doujins/manga/anime for the cute boys" which is just a cutesy roundabout way of saying they enjoy pedophilia centered around male victims. They had old merch that said Shota on it! They wrote comics about a Shota Boy. Their comic about the Pretty Boy and the Tough Boy we're originally about a Shota Boy. The original tags referred to "Pretty Boy" as a Shota Type! Stop giving them money and a platform. They're a pedophile!
Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers
💢🤦♀️🤦♂️😡😠👿 I both HATED and DISGUSTED by Pedophiles/"MAP"(Minor Attracted Persons/Peoples)....
My Tumblr is ANTI-PEDOPHILIA/ANTI-"MAP"s or something I seriously DON'T like/love and They DO NOT belong to the LGBTQIA+ and/or EVERYWHERE!!
Edit: I've said this many times but people keep on ignoring me and not looking into the notes
This is the nb lesbian flag
And yes you can be asexual and a pedophile because wanting to be romantic with a child is still pedophilia
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so, im linking another ollie callout, bc no one else here probably has ties to the fb rpc, but he has now admitted to paying a minor for explicit services & being very openly lewd with actual minors, using serbia's age of consent as a "but its not illegal!" shield. it's not just rp anymore. i forgot his url on tumblr but if someone tells me ill urldrop him too.
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Can’t believe I have to say this, but...
MAPs, pedophiles, or whatever other cutesy names they call themselves are not welcome in the LGBT community
They are ostracized because they damage the most vulnerable members of our society, not because of ignorance
“Non-offending” or “anti-contact” pedophiles don’t get a pass for not raping children. They should be seeking help, not creating online echo chambers that encourage sick fantasies
Fuck off from our community. You are an inherent danger to LGBT minors and you are never welcome
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again