#lycaonthropy

[galaxythixf]

@lycaonthropy said: ❛ come on, you’re clearly upset. and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice. ❜ ( nick for max ) Whatever this is from || Accepting

"Oh it's … nothing." Hardly, but she can't imagine herself jumping into some long, unwarranted, unrealistic tangent to a guy she was only just starting to get to know. Somehow time shenanigans didn't really feel appropriate to tell someone she barely knew and the last thing she wanted was to make one of his first impressions of her something odd and off-putting. Her powers weren't something that she even necessarily proudly announced to anyone outside of Chloe, mostly because she knew it was kind of a hard pill to swallow and why would she want to tempt fate?

What bothers her is more or less a … moral dilemma. After the events of Arcadia Bay she wasn't sure she even wanted to think about using her powers anymore, and having swore to herself she never would ever again she can't help but shake the feeling that she may have to. As if there was some lingering threat just around the corner, waiting to pounce on her when she least expected it. There's nothing inherently dangerous that she can make out herself, but she trusts her gut when it insists the danger will bear its fangs soon, and that alone is a startling revelation. It's been … a long time since she's even considered using time travel again.

Interrupting the flow of time and potentially creating another destructive storm always made guilt swell within her, but she swallows it with as much determination as she can muster in the moment. Don't break, Max. Not now. "I think I'm just worried about … getting accepted and the workload. Studying's never really been my thing." As much as it pained her to admit, academics were always a little bit of a struggle. Not necessarily due to any challenging content but because her studying habits were abysmal and her attention wasn't exactly fixated on what it needed to be, most of the time. "… Do I really look that miserable?"

[boatdriinks]

@lycaonthropy sent: ❛ oh, i'm going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far ? ❜ ( dylan ) conversational sentence starters | accepting

"Doin' great, kid," Kerry sighed, words encouraging but his demeanor making his exhaustion clear. The former Samurai guitarist and singer had been trying to keep a low profile, but clearly he wasn't being nearly cautious enough.

He had been wandering around in a large bomber jacket with a cap and sunglasses to obscure his face. Hell, he'd even tied up his hair, but apparently it'd been no use. Nothing quite like his usual form-fitted rocker punk aesthetic he usually stuck to on stage. This kid had managed to clock him and approach him. All Kerry could hope was that no one else caught on. Absolute last thing he wanted or needed was to get swarmed.

He did notice a few people glancing their way, which was already making him feel a little antsy.

"...Little busy here, kid. Walk with me, talk with me." He wasn't just gonna turn him away. Nah, that'd be a dick move. But at least if they kept moving, it'd look less weird. Kerry started to walk in the direction of where he'd been going in the first place, still making attempts to keep his head low and mostly out of sight.

[frvckles]

@lycaonthropy said :: ❛ i’d say  we  make  a  pretty  good  team.   ❜   (  dylan  )

❛ you're gonna need to remind me ...   TEAM   means   i   do   all   the   heavy   lifting   and   you   sit   back and   watch   me   like   some   kind   of   lanky   voyeur? ❜ a single eyebrow is raised in dylan's direction, ❛ i'm still   learning   my   americanisms,   y'know   ...   pavement   and   sidewalk,   coriander   and   cilantro,   team   and   individual   effort. ❜ the final of his examples accompanied with a cheeky grin.

an assortment of dialogue prompts ➭ always accepting

[terrorsmade]

' it fucking wasn't supposed to happen like this !! ' his voice , frantic and defensive as he turns on nick , features a wild mix of fear , anger , and denial. it was supposed to be harmless ... FUN , even. a chance to change emma's mind once and for all. to prove that he was undeniably long - distance boyfriend material ... how the FUCK was he supposed to know that there were goddamn bears or whatever running around ?? of all the potential consequences of sabotaging the van , getting mauled by the local wildlife certainly hadn't been one that he had considered. fucking sue me ...

' I was gonna put it back , y'know ?? in the morning. and you really fucked things up for me , by the way ... what the fuck was that ?? ' jake's hands raise to press against his forehead , the image of emma in nick's lap , their lips locked still permanently burned into his brain. ' but nooo. you had to kiss her. now the stupid rotor ... thingy is at the bottom of the fucking lake and we're screwed. ' he's passing the blame , somewhere deep down , jake knows that. it's extremely unfair , especially considering that nick's already been through it tonight. but rational jake it's at the helm right now , hadn't been since well before he'd hijacked their exit vehicle.

' seriously , what the fuck , dude ?? I thought we were friends ... '

@lycaonthropy asked ; ‘oh, jacob. what have you done?’ // ft ; jacob custos && nick furcillo

[planetsank]

❛ hey, it's okay. show me ? ❜ ( for silas from nick )

to be vulnerable was never meant to be in the vorez dialect. wolves are not meant to be weak- they're beasts. monsters that were meant to be feared. these were things that silas used to believe in, because of eliza's teachings. the world may see him as a circus freak, but he was so much more than that.

it was complicated, on one hand, they knew that being in a cage wasn't just for other people's safety, but their own. mankind has a history of destroying what they do not understand, what they fear. but when given kindness, freedom.. was he ever a monster?

sleeves are rolled up to reveal old scars around pale wrists; old wounds from rubbing against silver chains, the memory of how it burned his skin making it feel like it happened not too recently. but it was so long ago they don't even remember a time they didn't have them.

"it was for my own good, she would always say." a hand moves to tug at his jacket & shirt, revealing another scar around the neck with the same origin as the ones on his limbs.

silence fogs the air for a moment, before he looks back at nick.

"but i know better now."

[familiaanteomnia]

❛ thought you'd like some company. ❜ ( nick for eli )

It turned out the first days of camp, were especially chaotic. So he ended up slipping out from the mess hall. Barely managing to hide his yawn into his arm as the noise became less muffled. Thankfully not a camper or the owner as his arm fell back to his side. "As long it doesn't mean I have to do dish duty later, sure." Eli playfully joked as scooted over.

[howthesleeplesswander]

If Derek were a cruel sort, he might have laughed at how comically shocked the poor kid was.

As it were, his stuttered response and hollow laugh were more than enough to confirm what Derek already suspected: this kid had no clue about the supernatural. Odds were that he had no idea how numerous people like them were across the globe.

And if that were the case, it followed that, until this moment, he probably had no idea he wasn't alone.

Which was why Derek couldn't fault him for being so...overeager. Still, his brows raised even higher when the kid closed the distance and grabbed him like he was afraid Derek was going to try to run off.

"This how you usually treat people you're hoping will help you?" Pointedly, Derek looked between the kid's face and the hand clutching his shirt. "The simple answer's that I know a lot more than you." Briefly, a vibrant, crimson glow overtook the dark pools of his irises to act as proof of his claim. "Relax; I'm not here to fight," he assured as his eyes faded back to a human color. "I'll give you what answers I can."

His attention flitted down the currently unoccupied, yet very open and public street where they stood, before landing meaningfully back on his companion. "Not here, though. Somewhere private."

the rebuttal hits him like a bucket of ice - cold water over his head, the abruptness of it a slap in the face. the chill settles deep in his gut, and for a moment he's frozen, lips parted, widened gaze darting between both of the stranger's eyes as though he'll miss a sign otherwise.

⠀ ⠀❛ your ... what ? that's — that's crazy, man, i don't—     ❜

he tries to laugh, but the sound rings false even to his own ears, the smile affixed to his face more a panicked grimace than anything else.

he takes a momentary step backward, cranes his head behind him to glance up and down the street they're occupying — still absent enough of eavesdroppers, for the time being, to get away with this — and then in a flash he's moving, hand slamming against the other's chest, half in fury and half in fear that if he doesn't pin him he'll up and disappear again without giving him answers.

once he starts, the questions don't stop coming, pouring out of him in a frenzied rush —

⠀ ⠀❛ what are you talking about ? who's all of us ? what do you know ?     ❜

[bitterarcs]

WHAT COLOUR IS RENO'S SOULMARK?

G O L D considered a lucky color to have, the gold soul color is never short of achieving their goals and prospering. Analytical, INTELLIGENT, and CUNNING, the gold soulcolor is alluring to even those who aren’t their soulmate. You either envy them or hate them, there is no in between, and they’re fine with that.

This color has expensive tastes and chooses to live in the world of high fashion. They aren’t shy about showing off their achievements and wealth, and they often lose themselves in materialistic things. Bigger and better is their motto.

Gold soulmarks can seem shallow and judgmental to those who don’t know them well. They’re not afraid to cut nuisance out of their life and don’t put up with different opinions than their own. They are known to indulge in self care often, and they avoid things that stress them out as much as possible.

Always knowing how to get what they want, the gold soul color surrounds themselves with people who are not going to stand in their way. They are usually surrounded by a small clique of people designed to lift their spirits with praise. They are also CLINGY to those who make them feel good, and they are known for bending for those they deem important.

▻ tagged by @lycaonthropy ; this was actually a lot of fun, so thank you!

▻ tagging @lastflowerpetal @lilprezzie @shinrascomputer @shinrasfirst @poeticphoenix @evcryopeneye

[riprachel]

what color is your soulmark?    the color you fit most is red.    —    people with red soul colors are usually cheerful and active. they are optimistic and turn negative situations into a positive one. they are dreamers and visionaries, ready to aim high and achieve great things. one thing this color is never short of is attention. whether they're actively seeking it out or getting it unknowingly, this color basks in the positive praise of others. their charismatic and high energy personality draws people to them. often competitive, this color is always trying to outdo themselves. perfection is a never ending goal, and they will constantly feel like they're never doing enough. they're always looking for new and exciting, often overlooking things that are a constant in their life and taking them for granted. one thing that's notable about this color is their explosive temper. because they feel so deeply, they will often lash out when feeling threatened. they have a knack for saying things they don't necessarily mean. however, it is often short lived, as is their attention, and they will most likely forget about what angered them in the first place.

tagged by: @lycaonthropy, 🫶 tagging: @malka-lisitsa, @cfthesoul, @bloodwr4th. @lycancursed.

[villainmade]

@lycaonthropy said : ❛ this is just a really, really, really horrible party. ❜ ( dangling dylan in front of kaitlyn like a feather wand to a cat )

  " what'd you expect, a rave? " a scoff pushes past kaitlyn's lips as she surveys the group of campers, currently being guided through a game of bingo by jacob. " you're not allowed to complain, i did what i could with what i had. " it's not super exciting, by any means, especially when the counselors are all used to having their nights to themselves, but kaitlyn can think of worse things; the kids seem entertained, at least.

  " trust me, you get rid of the kiddies, give me access to some decent booze, and put you in charge of some actual music, and this would be a real party. " kaitlyn takes a bite of the rice krispie treat she'd stolen from the snack cupboard, glancing sideways at dylan. " what i wanna know is why mr. h isn't here for this sleepover party, and what the h - e - double - hockey - sticks he's doing instead. "

[galaxythixf]

@lycaonthropy said: ❛ could you just… talk to me? it doesn’t have to be anything important. i just like listening to your voice. it calms me. ❜ ( dylan for ryan ) Whatever this is from || Accepting

"…" Lips part in slack, trying to make sense of what light confession leaves the other's lips amidst the tense situation they seemingly stumbled into. Gun strapped to his back, blood painting his skin and clothes alike in splattered pattern and somehow, he found himself pulled back into a sense of … rationality when asked to keep the other grounded. Despite having sustained far less injury, he was still processing the idea that they were essentially abandoned here to die to … monsters? Weird … humanoid creatures? Whatever, the details didn't really matter when all of it wanted to kill them.

Ryan's silent for a minute while he considers his next choice of words, trying to find it within himself to give Dylan some peace of mind after the day they've had. "… Would've much rather dealt with a bear." An odd statement without context, but given their most recent miscommunication he thinks it's apt for his segue. "At least then there's some sort of instruction for what to do. Brown lay down, black fight back. Nothing really tells you how to deal with a werewolf outside of like, silver, I guess?" He begins to recount every story he's ever read that even briefly went over werewolf lore, and all were incredibly anal about the same tedious details they currently had no access to.

"Never thought I'd regret not reading Twilight," he mumbles, dry with his attempts at humor as always. "Starting to think maybe Edward would've been more tolerable."

[boatdriinks]

RULES  :  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. repost. don’t reblog.

this absolutely is more just "sets of lyrics" rather than the songs themselves in some cases, but y'know. they work. 🙂also, i did young kerry and older kerry so yee.

crossing the line - mandy moore, eden espinosa ; this has to stop now | this thing where you think that you've been my friend | and don't even hear how you condescend | the way you've always done

secrets - maria mena ; i'm beginning now to see | what you must've thought of me | in a body cast of glass | life changing information should just pass | but i don't break that easily | and if you dared then you would see | that i can carry all the weight | of the burdens on your plate

all that matters - jeff williams & casey lee williams ; thought that i could pull you from the shadows | maybe help you spread your wings and fly | but you're a path the longer that i travel | the more i'm just defeated | my past mistakes repeated | i'll risk it once again to have you near my side | another chance to let you just destroy my pride

make me wanna die - the pretty reckless ; you make me wanna die | i'll never be good enough | you make me wanna die | and everything you love | will burn up in the light | and every time i look inside your eyes | it makes me wanna die

farewell wanderlust - the amazing devil ; i promise you i'm not broken | i promise you there's more | more to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door | goodbye to all my darkness | there's nothing here but light | adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night | this here is not makeup, it's porcelain tomb | and this here is not singing, i'm just screaming in tune

takes one to know one - maria mena ; now i can understand how | you'd be scared to trust again | seeing how fame would be a magnet for attention-seeking friends | but what i can't fathom is | if your friends lie to keep you calm | you wouldn't ever ask yourself where they got that idea from

out of the dark - dia frampton ; i was like a matchbox sleeping in some gasoline | i was like a ripped wire breaking down the whole machine | memories sure have a deadly trigger | i'm searching for a way, i'm closer than i've ever been

brand new day - jeff willians & casey lee williams ; well i finally saw what i became | beaten at my own damn game | in drunk loser hall of fame | but now i think there's time for me to make corrections | turn this ship around | gotta look inside, a little introspection | a better me might come around

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[mczikeens]

don't be sad friend think about cora and boyd and erica watching shitty reality tv in their pjs in bed after calling in sick from work (they don't really call in "sick" anymore bc everyone just automatically assumes there's sex happening and no one wants the details (except for the creepy guy in the copy room they want to just say he's nosy but there is a fine line ok))

this was supp osed to m ak em e fe el b etter ??????????/////

[planetsank]

❛ well. that is an interesting way to say hello. ❜ ( for silas from dylan )

by hello; dylan means how silas near-comically yelps in surprise & scrambles to hide behind a tree upon being found. people usually don't travel this far into the woods willingly. (not all who wander are lost, they suppose.) & even if someone did find silas, they wouldn't stick around very long. but something about this stranger felt.. familiar?

"sorry." the white wolf finally speaks, albeit barely above a whisper. white hair peeks behind old bark & eyes finally meet the other. cautious, wide-eyed. afraid?

"n- no one ever goes this deep into the woods." which, understandably would make them all the more suspicious being here, but they're trying to keep that attention away from himself. "are you.. lost?"

[familiaanteomnia]

❛ ah, so you aren't heartless after all. ❜ ( dylan for nathan p )

Brought back to hyper awareness of everything around. Eyes moved from the bush to see just who was talking. "If you scare her off, I'll make you regret it." Keeping the hand full of cat treats outstretched; not really in the mood to distance himself from what he'd been doing.

Only if it posed a bodily risk, maybe but today he didn't care that much otherwise.

[galaxythixf]

If she's prided herself in anything it's lending an ear to those that needed it. After her pitiful display of friendship and how it drastically affected Chloe in her time of need she really hadn't let herself live it down ever since she gained her powers. The reminder makes her ball and release a fist reflexively, partially distracted for a moment before her gaze returns to him, trying to be considerate of whatever was going on in his mind. Was is just typical class drama? She's had her fair share of drama and then some, she thinks, but she isn't sure what Nick is used to. If she had it her way she could do without the petty squabbles and attitudes, but she also knew that was probably asking for too much. College didn't necessarily mean everyone grew up emotionally, as nice as that would've been, she should start thinking realistically. A Victoria Chase doesn't just learn her lesson over a summer break. She knows, there's a lot of shit she could give Victoria for the rumors she started and the way she treated people, but Max also had a good idea of what provoked it. As much as Nathan deserved it, him too. Ugh, like she wanted to give that jerk anything.

But that's not what's important right now.

The hands resting on her knees carry a little more of her weight when she leans forward to try and catch his gaze, offering a rather soft smile if it would give him any form of comfort beyond her verbal offer. If not drama then her next guess would have been typical school stress, which she wasn't … the best at aiding advice for. Honestly, she wasn't sure she should be the one giving him any academic advice but if it made him feel better she would still try. Nick was a good friend despite their budding friendship still being relatively fresh, she liked to think they were at least close enough for him to consider opening up to her. They'd only met at the start of the semester but Max felt like the awkward stage was played out by now, right? Okay, she would never truly rid herself of being completely awkward but they were probably past fumbling the pleasantries right?

Wait, what did he just say?

Max's lips split into a wider smile the moment his question processes, which in hindsight she realizes might look odd, so she should probably explain herself before he gets the wrong idea. "You have no idea how much I know what you're talking about," she chuckles, trying to figure out how she would even begin to explain the events she's lived through. Her own best friend struggled to believe her at first which honestly Max didn't fault her for, superpowers were a thing of the past they left behind as kids. It's kind of farfetched to believe anyone had some sort of superpower that wasn't just out of their minds. How else is she supposed to tell someone she has the ability to time travel? That's not exactly an easy 'fun fact' she can readily explain. It's more like a challenge trying to convince the other person she isn't absolutely crazy. Not to mention the consequences of using them, period. She swore up and down that after the disaster that was Arcadia Bay that she'd lay them to rest for good to keep anyone else from getting hurt but there's just been this weird feeling lately that maybe that promise needed to be broken. It's still a touchy subject, not one she really had the ability to get into right now with Nick's emotional needs and her lack of having anyone to indulge in that secret.

Honestly, a part of her is almost relieved it's something that's apparently unbelievable. That's something she could actually relate to. "Before coming here I had an experience I don't think anyone would ever believe. It's … kind of the new normal for me." That being said, she felt a little more confident being an adequate shoulder to lean on. "Try me, Jedi."

   @galaxythixf said : "You don't have to talk. But if you want to - I'm listening." - Max to Nick

his smile is strained at the edges, wavering and falling almost as soon as it's appeared. his fingers tap - tap - tap at his knees despite a conscious effort to still them, the tears in his jeans fraying and unraveling thanks to the absent picking of his nails.

he's grateful, really. max is kind, earnest, and he wishes he could tell her — perhaps if it had been anything else, he would have.

thing is, he's not great at making friends. not friends that are his, rather than just people he's part of a group with, and certainly not friends he can open up to. he's always just a little too reticent, too awkward one - on - one ; he's someone you invite along but whose absence wouldn't make much of an impact, and for the most part it's fine, whatever, but — something about max makes him think she could be an exception, someone he clicks with.

he really doesn't want to scare her off.

what would he even say ?

yeah, so, turned into a werewolf one time. no worries, all fixed up, at least if you're not counting all the trauma, but sometimes when a full moon's out things get a little weird, and really i guess i have no guarantee it'll never happen again, which actually i think about all the time, and so you should probably stay away from me, because, oh, yeah, by the way, almost mauled the girl i liked.

sure. maybe not.

he really does try to seem normal. tries to stay on top of school, of socialising, of going about his life like he doesn't have any of this weighing on his shoulders, this kind of knowledge of what's out there, but he wouldn't be surprised if people have picked up on it — his silences, the hyper - vigilance, the frankly mildly embarrassing habit of freezing every time he hears a dog howl.

some days — like today — are just harder than others.

⠀ ⠀❛ i guess it's just ...     ❜

he weighs his words carefully, mind whirring in its attempts to find a way to phrase this palatably, reframe it into something that makes sense.

⠀ ⠀❛ have you ever ... had something happen that really fucks with you, but you can never tell anyone about it, even if you want to, 'cause they'd never believe you ? and i mean really never believe you.     ❜