#lycaonthropy

[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

[smrnffvdka]

@lycaonthropy asked: [ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace. ( from nick )

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐨,  𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐧’𝐬  𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤,  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐮𝐩  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐞𝐞  𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.  without  much  thought,  she  places  the  device  down,  quickly  moving  to  stand.  she  approaches  him  from  behind.  ❝i’ve  got  it.❞  she  says  quietly,  gently  brushing  his  hands  away  so  she  can  grab  the  two  ends  between  her  fingers.

 she  easily  clasps  it  together,   then  adjusts  it  around  his  neck,  assuring  it’s  appropriately  placed.  ❝much  better.❞   she  murmurs  quietly.

[keepfight1n]

@lycaonthropy asked: “ how old are you again? ” ( from dylan )

his typical expression was unamused at best; the lines on his face seemed imperceptibly to deepen in response to the question before words could even form on his tongue. he couldn't deny the time that was apparent at the corners of his eyes & the gray of his hair. hell, his joints betrayed him most days. his attitude remained vibrant, though. untouched, for the worse. " not too old to kick your ass, kid, so watch it. " joel quirks a brow as he looks over his shoulder to the other, expression challenging the question.

[familiaanteomnia]

@lycaonthropy liked the starter call <3

Everything was settling down as the sun went down; touring people leaving campus and everything quieting. Zoning out against an building pillar, lightly messing with his skateboard as finally decided to catch up with his texts. Miscalculating an shove of the board sending it careening right into somebody's ankles. Quickly pocketing his phone to dart over and retrieve it. Kicked up into his hand. "Sorry."

[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."

[howthesleeplesswander]

The scent of tension was stifling and sharp in the air. Though he didn't visibly move, Derek primed himself to give chase if the kid tried to bolt. For a long moment their stares remained locked. Derek gave him time, waiting and ready for whichever way the dominoes fell.

Eventually the kid's hand relented, but the rest of him didn't flee along with it. Derek could practically see the gears turning in his head; no doubt weighing whether the words of a stranger could be trusted. Again, Derek simply waited. Considering there weren't any other werewolves around to answer his questions, he suspected what the decision would be.

Sure enough, agreement came a few beats later—with the condition of a newly burning question that apparently couldn't wait. Derek hummed an affirmative. "Close enough. There are different breeds; I can't say if we're exactly the same, not without knowing more, but some of the basics are always consistent. Things like losing control during the full moon when you're freshly turned."

Derek had seen that ravenous frenzy countless times. He'd like to avoid having to corral the kid after he snapped, if it could be helped—which would be a lot easier if he cooperated of his own volition.

"The only difference I know for sure is that I was born a werewolf." Here Derek shrugged as if that information wasn't potentially shocking to someone who knew nothing about the supernatural. Abruptly turning on his heel, he jerked his head the opposite way down the road. "Now come on. Unless you've got somewhere else in mind, there's a junkyard a few blocks over. No one will overhear us there."

he jerks backward at the gleam of red in the other's irises, stark and startling, and for a moment his fight or flight kicks in — no, something else, something new but equally innate, hackles rising as his instincts scream threat.

and then he blinks, and the man before him looks entirely unremarkable once more.

but nick knows better now. senses it.

he stares at him for another few long, drawn - out seconds, breath laboured, until he processes that he still has his fingers curled intently into the guy's shirt, drops his hand with an air of abashed realisation as suddenly as if he'd been burned.

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ ⠀... fine.⠀ ⠀❜

telling himself this is a bad idea feels like a colossal understatement ; going somewhere private with a stranger, and on top of that one who has made it abundantly clear he's not human, after everything else that's happened to him — every ounce of common sense he has left this close to the moon is screaming at him not to do it.

but ... what choice does he have ? he thrums with the need for answers, for someone to tell him exactly what he is, how to stop it, and who else could ever offer them ? none of the others know any more than he does, most of the hacketts are dead, and any who aren't are certainly not inclined to speak to him. if this guy can give him anything at all ...

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ ⠀just, before we go, tell me one thing. what are — are you ... like me ?⠀ ⠀❜

[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?"

[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

[mvnces]

WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL ?

cinnamon .

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

stolen from: @saturnmused tagging: @monenblogi , @hvndredbattles , @soaringshield , @ontrgt , @windhcld , @kindofuneven , @lycaonthropy , @analyticallyminded

[terrorsmade]

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LOVED BY YOU ?

it feels like an adventure

your laughter is like music, your eyes like city lights. you're so lighthearted and easygoing that you make everyone around you have so much fun, even in the simplest moments. your heart is a place of amusement parks and fireworks and three a.m. giggles. people feel energized every time they see you, but as much as you love people, it can get pretty draining. remember to take breaks when you need them. you're more than just the comic relief, and you deserve to be just as happy as you make everyone else.

it feels like a rom-com

okay, you're pretty cheesy. you love big romantic gestures, and dramatic confessions of love. but you also love the little moments, like going grocery shopping together. to put it simply, you love love. you have such a big heart, and it overflows with affection - not just romance, either. you make everyone you talk to feel loved. you're quite the optimist, and believing in true love and soulmates and forever. you're probably a little insecure, but i promise you are beautiful, inside and out, as cliche as that sounds. i hope you know that.

tagged by : @lycaonthropy (thanks !!!) tagging: @mindsmade (if you want !!) and whoever else wants to !!

[smrnffvdka]

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

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬,   𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐧  𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.  with  some  new  furniture  set  up,   end  tables,  and  a  bookshelf.  pictures  and  artwork  are  now  hanging  on  the  walls.  what  once  felt  like  a  place  to  eat  and  sleep  now  starts  to  feel  like  a  place  she  can  call  home.

 ❝i  agree,❞  she  says,  offering  him  a  smile.  she  wasn’t  sure  how  well  they’d  be  able  to  do  it,   especially  considering  there  was  a  lot  of  fumbling  on  her  part,  but  everything  looks  great.  ❝thank  you  so  much  for  the  help,   i  literally  wouldn’t  have  been  able  to  do  it  without  you.❞

[villainmade]

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LOVED BY YOU ?

it feels like burning

everything about you is captivating. you're very intense, and passionate, and some people can't handle that. but no one loves as powerfully as you do, and some people will love that about you. you're easily excited, and tend to feel things very deeply. your emotions are unpredictable. but you are so so beautiful. more so than you know

it feels like a rom-com

okay, you're pretty cheesy. you love big romantic gestures, and dramatic confessions of love. but you also love the little moments, like going grocery shopping together. to put it simply, you love love. you have such a big heart, and it overflows with affection - not just romance, either. you make everyone you talk to feel loved. you're quite the optimist, and believing in true love and soulmates and forever. you're probably a little insecure, but i promise you are beautiful, inside and out, as cliche as that sounds. i hope you know that.

tagged by: @lycaonthropy <3 tagging: @immobiliter, @historiavn, @frithlaoch, @ra9-200, and anyone else who'd like to do it <333

[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

tagged by: @lycaonthropy (thank you!) tagging: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (say I tagged you if you wanna do it~)

[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.