#staticspccelcvers

[mccallofthewild]

The pup was getting used to making new friends out of the pack's circle. Particularly, with one of the school's sports stars. Chris was a sweet guy, who was more than willing to help him with school work when Tomas needed it. The pup wasn't exactly subtle in his growing adoration for him, from how he tried to 'play it cool' by leaning on the lockers but instead somehow slipping and nearly falling on his face.

Chris grabbed Tomas by the shirt, pushing against the lockers to stabilize him before he could fall any further. "Woah, Tommy, you okay? Am I so boring you're passing out on me now?" He teased, flashing a warm smile at the other male. He patted the other boy's chest once he was stable again and finished swapping out his books in his locker. "That Liam kid's staring us down again, by the way. What's with him?"

[newbrckenscene-a]

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    Brooks made his way into the library. Study Hall, that was the new class that took the place of his old Hockey practice spot. Everything was different now.. His father kept saying there was hope. That he could work out and train and try to get better. That wasn’t the case. His family, mainly his father often solved their problems with money. This wasn’t one of those problems. This was something Brooks would have to live with for the rest of his life. 

   He pushed the doors opens. All eyes fell on him. It was the normal thing. The Ice King had turned in his hockey stick in for a leg brace and a crutch. He sighed and walked over to the least occupied table. “Hey, man mind if I sit here?” He asked. 

[chilledtouch-a]

"My teef's gettin' sharper!" the werewolf pup said, mouth wide open as he pokes at his fangs in front of the big mirror. His homework is left forgotten on a pile in the middle of the library, the boy distracted by the various books on were creatures the baron had on his shelves. "I've been eating more red meat lately too. Kieran always makes sure there's enough in the freezer every week,"

     “All non-humans go through a transitional period. One of the local wolves wrote a fairly interesting research paper on creatures becoming less human over time, it’s... somewhere up on our web portal. Not the public one.” There were two. One for tourists, and one for locals. The latter was part of a village-wide intranet, a collaborative project between the population as a whole to store key information and research for latter generations.

[stillhavespots-a]

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞ / note: tomas gets scared very easily so he will just end up hiding his face into his papa's arm xD

       Norman frowned and stared at the haunted house dooming up in front of them. “Are you sure you don’t just want to go on the ferris wheel? Or even the bumper cars perhaps? ”   Q himself had always had a preference for the bumper cars. He was hoping that he could distract his son from the idea of getting into the haunted house, knowing that it probably would end in tears in a worst case scenario. But then again, Tomas was older than he’d been last time the carnival had been in town. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad.

[watsonofagun]

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED.

          “And if you’re done chasing the crows out of the garden,           do something about the rats in the attic?”

[gingeralehux]

@staticspccelcvers — ✨STARTER✨

As the years came and went, the familiar tug of a summoning was far and in between. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d been properly summoned.  So, the fact there was a rather annoying tug as he settled himself down for a glass of wine made him almost drop the glass. The summons grew in intensity, as if electricity was coursing through him, and Aldwyn having to force down several choice curses as he cast a cursory glance at Millie before he vanished in inky black and sanguine smoke, only to reappear in front of whatever mortal was smart enough to complete a summons.           » “Has no one ever taught you manners? I was enjoying a very good glass of wine, though I would have preferred the entire bottle,” the demon muttered, now taking a sip from the glass, “and you had to interrupt. There’s absolutely no ambience now.” 

[snakeley]

The baby in the teen's arms started to cry, looking rather fearfully at the man in the dark suit standing nearby. This of course, had Tomas panicking at the sudden crying, because the boy was a giggling bundle of happiness as he watched the other kids run around and play in the park on a perfect, sunny day. "Oh, what's wrong David? You just had your snack, your diaper's clean.. oh," Tomas frets, trying to distract the boy with a teddy bear.

      Should’ve bloody KNOWN it. There’s no such thing as a nice, inconspicuous day out for a demon. It’s what comes with having a reputation, that is: the questionable ability to make newborns howl at a glance, songbirds drop out of their trees, puppies tuck their tails between their legs until they sprain their spines. All without a single conscious effort on his behalf.

      Crowley can’t say it doesn’t occasionally nag away at his patience. Never liked the sound of screaming, in all honesty: it grates at his eardrums and awakens memories he’s been trying to squash into a pulp for CENTURIES. Irascible things, humans, ‘specially in their larval state, when they’re hardly more than wriggly pink worms whinging their heads off at the impudence of a world that can only be navigated on two functioning legs. He gets it, being a Serpent, but his sympathy’s never made the tiny stinkers like him any better. 

      At the flick of his fingers, an iridescent spark appears in the air, hovering an inch above his palm. With a bit of luck, it’ll shut the half-pint right up, either from fascination or the fear of being torched. Silence is silence. 

    “ Oh, zip it, shrimp. Tell you a secret: there’s NO POINT in tears. Not a single one. Think life’ll CARE if you bawl your eyeballs out? It won’t. Not ever. So, ah … learn to brave your fears while you still can, or choose the fate of a snivelling coward – ‘s all the same to me. But spare our ears while you’re at it. ”

      The demon’s glare, sharp-edged above the rim of his sunglasses, sweeps towards the microscopic human’s caretaker. The lad’s only marginally older than his protégé and obviously at his wit’s end. Crowley’s sure a kinder soul would feel for him. Most thoroughly confounded mystery nature’s come up with, the ever-changing mood of an infant. 

“ Babies, ” comes the hiss, accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. The word carries itself easily above the racket, though the demon doesn’t raise his voice for a second. “ Jus’ need a sound talking-to they UNDERSTAND, is all. ”

[vizlla]

"My dad asked to bring this pie over for you, Mr Duncan- as a house warming gift," the teen says, passing the box of confectionery to the man. "He says sorry for not being able to give it personally. He's been pretty busy at the orphanage he works at. And I'm home for the weekend, so.. yeah. My name's Tomas, by the way. I live in that house," he points to the house across the road, the one with an impressive, well-kept garden.

@staticspccelcvers 

Duncan was not expecting anyone today and so when the doorbell rang he cautiously approached the door. Opening the door, his eyebrows furrowed a little. Duncan silently eyed the youngster as he spoke then he turned his head toward the direction where he pointed. As Tomas handed over the box Duncan extended his hand to accept the gift.

‘‘Thank you,’‘ said Duncan with a small nod and he examined the box curiously. ‘‘Tell him I send my thanks. This is.. this is very kind of him,’‘ he paused before looking back up at Tomas. 

[fcrgedstrcngth]

"Did you know that male ducks' genitalia is in the shape of a corkscrew?" he asks, tossing crumbs of bread to the ducks lazily waddling about in the park pond. He's got a camera sitting by his side, it looks like he's been snapping photos of the wildlife here. "Even the female duck's vagina is shaped that way too. But they have dead-end pockets to use if they don't want to have eggs. Pretty cool fact, huh?"

Tatiana looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and though she could’ve, she didn’t bother hiding her disgust at his topic of choice - something that has just ruined an otherwise wonderfully peaceful afternoon. “And your reason for pointing that out is…?”

[strxngestlittlecup]

@staticspccelcvers

A gentle ‘oh fuck’ left Tomas’ mouth the moment the old elevator began to make loud, creaking sounds and jolted a few times before coming to a full stop. This sort of thing doesn’t happen, it only happens in tv shows and movies! Not to him! He backs away to brace himself against the wall, hands and feet planted firmly against the surfaces. That’s what you do in these situations, right? Or were you supposed to keep close to the floor in case of a fall?

It took him a full 5 seconds to realize that the other person in the claustrophobic space was speaking to him. By then, Tomas could feel his chest getting tight. With a wheezing gasp, he digs into his pockets to bring out his inhaler, only to accidentally drop it with how hard his hands were shaking. Oh no, no, no, no.

It took Dan a few moments to realise what exactly was happening. Obviously things like this were terrifying, so he couldn’t fault the other for shutting down, or even panicking, but the key was to keep calm so you wouldn’t shake the cab too much. As the lights came on, and he could fully process what was happening, he started looking around on the floor to find what he had just heard drop. 

Then he spotted it: an inhaler. Which was probably the worst thing to lose in this moment. “Look, alright,” he began, trying to get a grip on the entire situation as he reached for the inhaler, standing back up and reaching out for the boy’s hand, trying not to scare him too much before he placed it in the other’s palm. “Once you’re done with that, we’re gonna sit down, alright?” 

[mccallofthewild]

"We're uh.. on the same group for the class project," the pup said meekly, not really meeting Chris' eyes. He even placed his books gently on the table, ever cautious of his werewolf strength now that he's attending high school. This was Tomas' first class to be away from Liam, thus he's quite nervous and skittish. "I'm Tomas."

Chris looked up, a warm grin curling his lips. “I’m Chris.” He replied, offering his hand to the other male. “You always hang out with those lacrosse kids, right? I didn’t think you took any classes without them.”

[newbrckenscene-a]

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   Manny narrowed his eyes. “You really don’t mess with me.” He had the other pinned against a wall. A pocket knife is pulled from his pocket and Manny clicked it open. The blade pressed to the other’s throat. “Name’s Manuel Richardson-Mills. What’s yours?” He asked. With that the man took off.

  Manny stepped back and laughed. “I love being me.” He said putting the knife away. Dark eyes looked to the other boy.

   “You alright?”

[chilledtouch-a]

"We can celebrate Christmas, right? Some kids at school said that we shouldn't celebrate it cause we don't follow human culture, and we're not humans here," Tomas said, fingering the little wreathe he made out of sticks, leaves and berries. "Kieran's planning to make a roast for us, though."

  “Religious holidays here are… a bit like food allergies.” Weird analogy, but okay. “You are allowed to take in what you wish to take in. But be careful. Those around you might not be able to ingest.”

[stillhavespots-a]

@staticspccelcvers​ asked:

❝ …Does this mean we have to move again…? ❞ // tomas discovering how norman works for the government and literally has a bounty on his head? ;w;

Norman put his hand on Tomas his shoulder and crouched a bit so he was at the same level as his son. He squeezed a bit, giving him a sad smile.        “ No, we’re quite safe here. There’s nothing to worry about from now. ”       How could he have been so careless? He’d had one job and that was to keep Kieran and the children safe. It wasn’t as if he was the only one in the MI6 with a family. Yet they’d managed to show up in the town near their house. The threat had been as quickly removed as it had appeared, still Norman felt as if he’d failed.

         “ We’re here to stay for a while, if you and Nala don’t mind. ”      Norman had become quite attached to their home out in the country. It was quiet, easy to spot intruders.

He searched for Tomas his eyes then, after a moment of silence.    “ I’m never going to let anything happen to you, you can trust me on that. ”        (A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he was being selfish. It was impossible for anyone working at MI6 to guarantee complete safety for their family. But Norman was sure as hell going to try.)

[watsonofagun]

"I had a salad today, I swear. Ask Kieran!" Tomas defends himself quickly, caught red handed in eating two packets of chocolate fudge and marshmallow Pop Tarts as he lounged around playing video games with Rosie. There's evidence that the teens have been snacking on chips, chocolates and more chips around them on the floor of the playroom. There's two cans of soda open that sat by their legs, too.

What was he supposed to say to that? Either way, John still had his arms crossed, feet apart, jaws set as he looked across the mess of snacks they made, much of his single-fatherness showing in his sigh.

            “I don’t care what you’ve had today. It’s what you brought             for my daughter too. And how long have you been playing            those? Rosie, your room is still a clutter, get to it, now. And            you, if you’re so keen to be here, help with cleaning, hm?”

[gingeralehux]

‘ i need to let the dogs out. ’ // high school verse!

morning after starters. — ||ACCEPTING||

Aldwyn, despite what others might first think, was hardly a morning person. In fact, if it wasn’t for the coffee or caffeine pills he’d take on a daily basis, he was certain he’d fall asleep through his morning classes. But this??? This was pure torture – the sound of whining dogs needing to be let out to do their early morning business. Grumbling under his breath, the ginger pulled his pillow out from under his head, and instead found himself smothering it over himself in an effort to drown out the noise.           »“Just hurry it up,” he hissed, voice muffled by the pillow.