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Alyanna Velazquez-Reyes || 29 || Reluctant Werewolf  Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness

[averysimmxns]

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send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

She knew why Alyanna was over, but when the young woman had practically rushed to her bathroom to clean up, it made her wonder what was going on. Did she turn? Did she hurt someone? What had happened? Avery was waiting for far too long in the kitchen – alright ten minutes felt like an eternity to her, so she finally headed upstairs and towards the bathroom to see if she was alright.

Maybe she had calmed herself, or maybe that was just the way she knew how to calm herself, because as she approached her bathroom door, Avery didn’t knock. No, once she heard the other singing, she couldn’t help but lean against the wall and just listen. It was much easier since the door was slightly ajar as well, but her voice was so soothing. Even with the water running, it was easy to concentrate on her voice.

When she realized she had been standing there, Avery shook her head and decided that since the other was alright, she’d have a cup of hot tea ready for her. It was better than standing there like a creeper.

[alyannafck-blog]

You have found a way to change one event from your past. You can bring a loved one back to life, change a mistake that led to your downfall, do any one thing. The price is the life of the person you are closest to right now. Would you discuss it with anyone? Would you do it?

I’d do anything to change the night I got bitten, no matter the cost.

[alyannafck-blog]

What are your beliefs? Do you believe each person is born with a soul? Do you believe supernatural people lack souls/are damned?

I was raised Roman Catholic. I believe each person has a soul, and that there is a place after this, whether heaven or hell, or even somewhere in between. For a while, I didn’t believe people who are of the supernatural had a soul. Mostly because I didn’t see them as people, at least up until most recently. If we do, then I believe that we are most certainly damned. 

[coolplantboy]

maybe i am a monster. i have sharp teeth and no conscience.  i need to draw blood just to feel something. but honey, oh, honey. did you forget? monsters aren’t born, they’re created

you never apologized //q.a (via trashelves)

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

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send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

It seemed as though the universe had something with Alyanna, and sent Sam in the same places as she were, at probably the most inappropriate times, at least where her secret was concerned. He couldn’t complain though, he was curious to know what was it that she hid, and hold onto the fact that nobody had to know so much. This time however, he believed he was sent at the most appropriate time. It appeared as though a driver decided to forget what they were taught when they had their driving lessons, going against about half a dozen rules, and change the course of their car, straight towards a rather dreamy Alyanna. Being the amazing hero he always is, lately, it appears, Sam put his good skills to use and tackled her to the ground, out of the car’s way by merely seconds. Now he didn’t know if the driver intended to run her over or they were just plain stupid, but he just saved her life, and he planned on pointing it out “It appears as though I just saved your life.” he mused with a wide smile on his face, pushing himself up just a tad bit so he wouldn’t crush her completely “How about a date, to thank me?”

[shaymspain]

Shay Mitchell for Cosmopolitan Magazine, June 2016.

[silverdyuzhenkov-blog]

“do you know what you’ve done?”

There was sickness in the way she laughed. A sick sort of sadness and anger, the only two emotions that she could make herself feel currently. Her fangs were out, and the monster inside craved to rip the throats out of everyone who crossed paths with her. Yet, she reigned it in as her gaze shifted from the lifeless bodies at her feet to meet the horrified eyes of the brunette. It was a look that she had been on the receiving end of more than once. “I did what I had to do,” she responded eventually, blood dripping from her mouth. “They were going to kill me, so I killed them first. We’re in the middle of a war, Alyanna. It’s survival.” 

[axel-levine-blog]

❥

❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

He’d let her stay after he’d been trying to help her out with what to expect in her new life. He had been telling her everything he knew, how he was turned, how difficult he found it and how he learned to cope. He was trying to hammer it home to her that having someone to support her was vital and that having a group support her was even more important. 

From talking to her, he got the impression that this was a life she had never expected herself to be in and for that of course he sympathised. No one he had met yet that had been turned by accident or against their will had actually coped well. The least he could do was pass on his own knowledge. 

It did appear however, that him talking for so long into the night meant that rather understandably, Alyanna had fallen asleep on the couch beside him. He only realised when he felt her weight lean against him and he turned to see her passed out. He huffed a chuckle under his breath, amused more than he was offended. 

Not wanting to wake her, he felt her gravitate more towards his warmth as she started to snuggle in and he rolled his eyes and moved his arm to wrap it around her, watching her cuddle in more against his chest, “Sleep well pup.” He murmured, settling back against the couch cushion more, figuring he was going to be here for a while now. 

[axel-levine-blog]

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⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

He had told her that he’d be outin the studio for the time she’d be coming over, so to head straight overthere. However, when Alyanna arrived and headed for the studio and went to goinside, she found it empty… How strange. Maybe he had gone back into thehouse for something. But then, with senses still new to her, she smelled theblood. Looking down, she’d find a trail starting from the metal sculpture inthe studio, coming towards the door, beneath her feet and outside.

It wasn’t a heavy trail of blood,but when she peered forward she did see a considerable amount on the sculptureitself. Eyes widening, she turned to follow the crimson droplets on the floor. Itwas harder outside, but her gut told her to head for the house and lo andbehold, more blood on the porch. A bloody handprint on the door itself made hershiver, but she went inside none the less and that’s when the stench of bloodwould really be thick in her nose.

She followed the scent, not evenneeding to look down at the trail and she rounded the corner to the kitchen.There, Axel was leaning over the sink with a bloodsoaked towel wrapped aroundhis arm. His face was contorted with pain and he clearly hadn’t heard her comein, for when she spoke his name he jumped and looked like he was about toattack, a typical wounded wolf response.

He froze when he saw her however,“Alyanna… Fuck, you scared me.” He panted, shaking his head. He wasshaking, looking down at his arm, “I think I’ve lost a bit more blood thanI intended…” He admitted as he swallowed hard. He dared to lift thetowel to check, revealing a thickly coated wound from where he’d sliced himselfon the sculpture. It ran through his palm, up his wrist and went right up tohis mid-forearm, “I think I need help.” He added with a weaker tone,feeling his knees go soft and he sank down more against the sink, slowly endingup hunched on the floor.

[finnleystclair]

♕

♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

How did this keep happening to him? Apparently the world was trying to tell him something, but it was something that he did not want to have to listen to. His so-called friend had dared him at the bar to kiss the woman standing next to him, Finn was horrified at the dare already, but when he leaned around him to see who the woman was he turned bright red, she was gorgeous! There was no way he’d get away with this, “You’re kidding me! I can’t do that!” 

Five minutes later, he was bumbling over himself as he tried to introduce himself to her and failing horrifically. After a moment, before she turned him down fiercely, he sighed and ran his hands over his face, “God I’m sorry… My friend pushed me to come over here and talk to you, but not only that… He threatened the safety of my eyebrows if I didn’t kiss you.” He cringed so badly at that, expecting her to walk away from him immediately. 

However, to his surprise, she laughed. He thought she was laughing at him, which only got him going all sheepish and red faced again, but then she rest her hand against his shoulder and his gaze snapped her hers when she said it was okay and to have at it. He swallowed hard, at first thinking she was kidding but after a moment he realised the look on her eye meant she was being serious.

He cleared his throat, licked his lips and shuffled awkwardly on the spot for a moment. He chewed the inside of his lip as he leaned forward, fingertips just grazing her cheek as he gently pressed his lips to hers in a hesitant kiss. 

[meixiazhao]

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After a long night of security at the bar, nothing sounded better than a hot shower. Raphael practically makes a beeline from work to the hotel on the harbor he’s still staying at, and from there, right into a steaming hot shower. Far too into the sensation of how good the heated water felt on his muscles, getting the work night off of him, he doesn’t trip on the fact that he’s singing. It’s a Pavarotti song. One of his late father’s favorites. It has him so otherwise distracted that he doesn’t sense the presence of another in his hotel room. Not until the bathroom door creaks.

It instantly brings him back to reality and the shower curtain is yanked open with a quickness, though the sight of the female his him fumbling to get it wrapped around his naked and wet form. The water is turned off and he just watches the girl who is just smiling at him, his cheeks almost flushing. Not because she just saw him naked but because she caught him off guard and witnessed a moment he probably wouldn’t have let much of anyone see. Without any kind of defense mechanism. “I think you have the wrong room…”, he says, clearing his throat, but he’s sure she knows that. She was probably just lured in by his singing.

[lifeinpoetry]

When will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me?

Clementine von Radics, from “The Spring Everything Grew Wild and the Rain Came Down Like Punishment,” Mouthful of Forevers (via trapquccn)

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

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Maybe your muse actually faked their death for one reason or another. Send a ★ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours standing over their own grave.

“Quite sad, burying an empty coffin, isn’t it?” Sam came from around the tree, nearing Alyanna slowly. Sam had come to know Alyanna’s big secret over the years, what she was hiding that first day they met, the little thing she held onto so much and tried to hide just as much. Nonetheless, they got rather chummy over the years as well, and he took a great liking into the girl. A fighter until the end. The news of her death left him with a feeling of confusion more than anything, he has never gotten close enough to someone (except Dominik and Evie, who thank God were still alive) to bring himself to care about their person, yet somehow Alyanna managed to break through those walls and that had him scared, even after her death. He drowned in alcohol and found other things to do to take his mind off of the matter, but the nights were the worst. He was calm, although inside of him was a huge hurricane, he didn’t know if to shout at her, or just go over there and hug the life out of her. He felt relieved, happy to see she wasn’t as dead as he was told “Now I am very much curious as to why the dramatics? Surely you could have spared lots of people the pain.” he had no idea what happened, why she even faked her death, what shadows from the past could have come to haunt her that lead her to such extreme measure, yet he didn’t think he would care. Whatever it was, he believed there could have been a different way to deal with things, one that didn’t involve tearing people’s hearts on the inside. He might not admit it out loud, but he was one of those people.

[alyannafck-blog]

What is your opinion on each of the Greysons?

Nate Greyson:  Hot and I hear he’s the alpha, but that’s about all I hear. Can’t say I’ve ever actually talked to the guy. Seems nice enough from what Axel says, but then again, I’d sound like a fucking teddy bear if Axel described me too.Nik Greyson: Interesting. Better looking than his brother, but I think interesting is the first word to come to mind when thinking about him. I’m not supposed to talk about it, but either he stole a baby or had one the other day? I’m still not sure. Dara Greyson: I respect her. Do I like her? Not really, but I sure as hell respect her. Let’s call it a bad history between the two of us, but I can tell you she doesn’t harbor any secret love for me either.Elena Greyson: I don’t know what to think of her actually. One minute she’s all gung ho to start another war and the next, she’s trying to make you feel sorry for her. It seems a bit draining to talk to her in all honesty. Kudos to her brothers for putting up with her for so long.Sophia Greyson: Again, another Greyson I haven’t had the pleasure to meet. From what I hear she’s a total sweetheart, but you can never trust hearsay.

[alyannafck-blog]

What is your opinion on the Greysons?

Depends on the Greyson, now doesn’t it? Can’t say I’m one to judge an entire family based on one person.

[alyannafck-blog]

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[bonniebenntt-deactivated2020090]

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