vvulfric:

a tailor helps the job, even if their matter threads itself; over the muscle’s hooked sharpness in ruins at midpoint, long-faced eyelets of stretch huddle like due snakeskin, with a similar future peel for the itch of something clingy. 
derek clips finish over the eleventh row. prooftouch spilling across her bicep’s uncracked back, it sees itself out by the downslide from elbow to the landing field between her fingers.   

’ you good? ‘ 

his nail beds prick at a swab, ceremonious, to lose color.

  @evolvedfromash  |  i. 

she’s sucking at her teeth as her brother works. her flesh is tender, but with the aid of thread she should be feeling her body work at healing itself soon. maybe it was his touch, but it was already feeling better than it did moments ago. 

with a careful shrug she’s pulling her shirt back into place, gaze drifting back to him for just a brief moment. he must get tired of this. tired of picking of the pieces when the mess belonged to someone else. 

‘  yeah, thank you.  ‘  digits reach to up to tuck away dark hair.  ‘  — are you?  ‘

            there’s a soft hiccup exhaling from his lips as feet stumble into the loft,   the door felt weirdly heavier than usual and probably because he couldn’t even move half his limbs.   it’s a miracle he’s gotten here in the first place.      ❝   dae  !!  daeeee.    ❞   there’s another hiccup as feet tumble back and forth trying to find the other.   luckily she comes to  him  and after finally reaching her hands reach out to hold onto her shoulders.   ❝   i have too…i have to tell you something.    ❞   the playfulness washes away and soon there is sorrow filling once again,   no matter how much alcohol is consumed the teen still can’t get rid of the sight that happened within the library.    ❝   i                i murdered someone.    ❞   lower lip quivers slightly as hands fall from their grip and whiskey irises glance at them.    ❝    i can’t believe i murdered someone.    ❞

@voidworn

          the stench of alcohol is overwhelming and it’s burns her nose. she almost didn’t recognize it was stiles until she heard him calling for her. feet find the floor quick and she’s rushing to him, reaching out to help support the intoxicated teen. this was certainly a first. ‘  okay, stiles, let’s get you…  —  ‘ just when she’s about to suggest for other to get some rest his words bring her to a dead stop. now, she very well realizes that this could just be an affect the alcohol has on him, but she can see how those words weigh heavy on him. dae gently guides him towards the couch and helps him settle. it was probably wise to wait until he was sober, but she needed to know the truth behind his admission. ‘  stiles, what’re you talking about?  ‘

halosenshi:

there’s a dog in your heart

lycanking:

                        deep, guttural growl serves as a prompt warning.   the hunters that plague the area have proven to be a nuisance, threatening all that linger in the area.   unfortunate enough for them, they had been so blind in their pursuit of the lone wolf that realization hadn’t set in. the town they had so conveniently stumbled upon harbored a local legend.   heavy paws pad against the earth, carrying body through the forest in record time.   their guns and traps are detrimental, but just as they surround the wounded woman, jaws sink deep into yielding throat. blood splatters against light fur and guns sound off in response.

_{natural instinct would tell the hunters to flee the scene, but arrogance keeps them in the presence of the two.   even as their comrade bleeds out in a pile of leaves, they fire at the beast that has just appeared before them.   bullets collide with flesh, igniting a yelp of response, but attention has been diverted from her.   he only hopes she uses the time to free herself of the bear trap that has bound her to the ground.}

        she should of smelled him coming, or even the fact that she wandered within range of another of her kind. but her senses had been trained elsewhere, her focus on getting out alive. nonetheless, his presence is a blessing, and she uses that to her advantage. hands grip at the sides of the bear trap and she pulls hard, slowly prying them apart to grant herself freedom. 

        a low growl rumbles in her throat as she stands, wavering slightly upon her injured leg. it’s then does she feel that burn rushing through out her veins that has her curling into herself, hands grasping at the earth as her body begins to change. and suddenly, there’s no longer a woman standing there, but a black wolf that had just a bit of white upon her chest. there’s a moment of hesitation as she stares at the remaining men in front of her. it’s either kill or be killed — at least that’s what the options are in this case. but instead of deciding upon the obvious, she decides that it’s not worth it to fight. 

        paws dig into the dirt as she bolts towards one of them, biting their leg as she passed that tears deep and leaves them with a choice of their own. get help and live, or bled out. their choice should be obvious, but she doesn’t take that chance and she keeps running until her injured leg becomes too painful.

muse is loud!! like for a starter.

sorry:

When you say everything happens for a reason, don’t be surprised when I punch you in the head. It happened for a reason.