#;;muse aesthetic: wolf

[malusrecord]

@magioffire

watcher in the woods | source

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ © penned by 𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊 , she/her , 25+ . 

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“Being unwanted isn't exactly a new thing for me.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 23/100: Leah Clearwater

[malusrecord]

@magioffire

The woods are lovely, dark and deep 🍃🍂

[desertbled]

I AM NOT YOUR PET, I NEVER LIKED YOU, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, I WON'T WAIT FOR YOU. I BITE.

[sacrificialarrow]

tag dump.

[malusrecord]

@crvptd

Yellowed Pages - Submitted by @litlebudster

#ECA163 #FFECB8 #998456 #616047 #4D372F

[bitter-orchid]

CW <3

[wolfvirago-m]

Robin Calatia - web weaving practice 2/??

The wolf witch of the forbidden woods- beast within the guardian

sources tba

[loyalpromise]

charles s. tag dump:

[ lone wolf. ] charles s. / answered. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / about. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / headcanon. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / interaction. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / style. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / aesthetic. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / likes. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / fc. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / reply. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / musings. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / music. [ lone wolf. ] charles s. / visage.

[wayward-frequency]

⌬ — * 𝐅𝟐𝐔 / 𝟏𝟓𝟔x𝟏𝟓𝟔 / 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 “𝐉𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌” 𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! [ ; ]

⌬ — * 𝐅𝟐𝐔 / 𝟏𝟓𝟔x𝟏𝟓𝟔 / 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! [ ; ]

                                  𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 [ ; ]

➤ Please do NOT repost or reupload to other platforms without my *explicit permission. ➤ If you wish to use, either [ : ] comment / reblog, @ this blog where usage is taking place, or send me a private message. ➤ Please do NOT use if you wish to do the following [ ; ] illegal / illegal-implied content, harassment & witch-hunting, etc. ➤ Intended usage is for the traditional “block quotes” roleplay format. However, feel free to use in your general icon / profile picture, moodboard, etc. c:

* Credit for renders, images, & characters belongs to Konami Digital Entertainment, Platinum Games Inc. / Credit for METAL GEAR & all its properties, sequels & derivatives belongs to Kojima Productions.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“My mom does all the grocery shopping.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 18/100: Scott McCall

[malusrecord]

@crvptd @magioffire @manebloom

🌙 | source

[shimmerbeasts]

Kindred Tag Dump.

[spicypineneedles]

to start off my proper tumblr, my little rant-haven for my ocs - have a stimboard!

this was the first one i made ever, so i didn't quite get the colors how i liked 'em... but one only learns through practice :] 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓆏 𓋼 𓍊 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓍊 𓋼 𓆏 𓋼 𓍊 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 ⍋ sources ⍋ | x | x | x | | x | o | x | | x | x | x |

[wolfinsheepsclothes]

"I ain't no fortunate son..."

Biography ☪ Wanted Connections ☪ Pinterest ☪ Playlist

Content warning: The appearance section vaguely references self-harm.

~ basics ~

NAME: Remus John Lupin NICKNAMES: Moony, Remy FACECLAIM: Rafael Silva GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, panromantic, demisexual AGE & BIRTHDATE: 20, March 10 BIRTH PLACE: Edinburgh, Scotland FLUENT IN: English, Scottish Gaelic, Portuguese CURRENTLY LIVING IN: A house with the other Marauders POSITIVE TRAITS: droll, careful, intelligent, level-headed, empathetic NEGATIVE TRAITS: insecure, anxious, pessimistic, reserved, prone to self-loathing

~ appearance ~

HAIR: Brunette, short HEIGHT: 6′2″ BUILD: Athletic TATTOOS: Moon on his right wrist that changes to match the cycle of the real one SCARS: Covered in them from clawing at himself when transitioned. The majority of them are along his back and rib cage, with a few along his face and neck. ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): N/A NOTABLE ACCESSORIES: It is rare for Remus to not have a book or some sort of chocolate on him.

~ interests ~

FAVORITE FOOD: Bread and butter with sugar sprinkled over it FAVORITE MUSIC: Appreciates The Who and David Bowie FAVORITE COLOR: Mauve  CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES: Oversized sweaters are his favorite. Can occasionally be to blame for Sirius, James, and Peter's sweaters going amiss. Remus doesn't buy expensive clothes, often keeping what he owns until the point where multiple holes are in them. HOBBIES: Reading, writing, photography, learning to play guitar ROLE MODEL: Hope Lupin is easily the strongest person he can think of. That hasn't changed. LIKES: Visiting muggle record stores, hiking, hanging out with friends DISLIKES: Large crowds, public speaking, vocally prejudiced people

~ headcanons in no particular order ~

A select few know about Remus’ affliction. His biggest fear is being properly shunned by everyone because of it.

Remus is not a fan of astronomy. He maintained high enough marks to pass but did not put full effort into the subject while in school.

Remus severely lacks self-confidence. Although he tries to hide that fact, it can occasionally come out. He is prone to second-guessing himself and afraid of saying things that may lead to his acquaintances deciding he isn’t worth their time.

Remus has not spoken to his father since the summer after his last year at Hogwarts. While okay with the silence, he has noticed his father beginning to appear around places he regularly frequents. Speaking to him is unthinkable since Remus is fearful of being bullied into apologizing for silence that was well deserved.

Transformations have created an arthritic-like effect on Remus’ joints. Flare-ups before and after the week of the full moon can sometimes leave him bedbound or relying on pain potions to be able to function.

Remus has kept to keeping muggle jobs, fearing that the wixen world will ask too many questions if he manages to keep a job in the community. Money is tight and he is too proud to ask for help, keeping track of who and what he owes.

Remus spent part of the war running with Fenrir's pack. It was something he wouldn't have done without Dumbledore's encouragement since he wasn't about to go running directly back to the person who was to blame for turning him in the first place. He attempted to keep that a secret from his friends due to being ashamed about it.