Amelia stared at her photo album alone again. Her black fur hung close to her body after her shower. She can hear the screaming of kids outside her house. She stared at her picture of her younger self. A smile crept in the corner of her mouth. Her...
Death, Love, M/F, Mating, Panther, Penetration, Wolf
The wolf caught off guard began to look around, when he was pierced with what look like a celtic spear. unaffected by the weapon, the wolf stepped forward and kick-spinned around to try and hit whoever was behind him only to see a demonic character.
Dark, Demon, Wolf
His seats all had the celtic knot embroidered on them and the neon lights along the dash and floorboards all lit up as he turned the key in the ignition. the soft hum of the engine pulsed through the car as he flipped through the cd case in his console.
College, Folf, Tiger, Underwear, cars, chat, sexual content
The natural black hair held with a celtic knot pin into a ponytail and the earrings and the painted fingernails weren't the problem. just, somehow, i knew it was the kilt. "what's that faggoty dress you're wearing, robert?"
Death, Family, mourning
Step inside, went to the mythology section, found a book on celtic mythology. i flipped through a few pages, like what i read and decided to buy the book.
a few weeks went by, nothing really happened. i read the book, found some things interesting.
The morrigan, Transformation, goddess, mythology
"oh fuck off, i happen to be working on a paper about lgbt themes in celtic reccorded sources."
"oh, mr historian is going to tell us how the wickerman sacrifices were all woke and shit" sydney laughed.
Couple, Fanfiction, Friendship, Gay, Love, Male/Male, Romance, echo, fanfic
**i open the box and inside lay two strange revolvers, both of an old body style but both solid black and covered with red glowing runes of a celtic variety.**
"these revolvers where your father's anon, your father made them himself and no gunsmith
Fursona, Lucario, Other, evolution
Despite this, he was still quite the looker, the very essence of rugged, celtic beauty. his fur wild with little done to groom it; his eyes a fierce blue that currently filled itself with hatred, the hatred of rome.
Anal, Gaul, Gay, Rape, Rome, Short Story