killin' it!

multimuse blog, written by kaleb ( rules. )( muses. )

[bloodyxbeast]

A WOLF DOESN’T CONCERN HERSELF                                                                                              WITH THE OPINION OF SHEEP.

                                                                                               indie wolf oc, penned by jen.

[astrepur]

k because sessionbox has gotten its shit together finALLY, i am moving isaac back onto his own blog where he can thrive happily uwu i’m still finishing getting everything set up, but here he is.

[astrepur]

today has been ...big Oof energy. i wanted to write but i don’t think i have brainspace. i’m done adulting for at least a year i think. will maybe try later though.

[astrepur]

k because sessionbox has gotten its shit together finALLY, i am moving isaac back onto his own blog where he can thrive happily uwu i’m still finishing getting everything set up, but here he is.

[mhealani]

THE OCEANS  that live in my lungs, trap waves between skin and bone. a war of no casualties, won. and yet, still, i know what it is to drown.    /   loved by bert.

[mieczlw-a]

                     𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊     𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄     /     𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐙𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐖     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

[reveriemind]

[astrepur]

if sessionbox is working again i could move isaac back onto his own blog but that’s so much effort buUUUuUuUuuut 👀👀👀

[coyoted]

[coyoted]

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         you’re right.    THANK YOU, stiles.    thanks for INVADING my home, for putting me on the run,                   for turning me back to human so that i could look at my father everyday and try to figure out                         how to explain to him that the reason my mother and sister are dead is because i almost                               ate them on a full moon.    thank you so very much.       template credit.

[mieczlw-a]

                                  𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

[astrepur]

henlo i want to write but it seems i have forgotten how so we will see if that happens tonight or not B))) 

[misplaced-syllables-deactivated]

if u call me baby in that soft voice i’ll do whatever u want me to do

[bilbothebaggins-deactivated2015]

[astrepur]

( postguilt​ )

@astrepur​​ said  ── “who the hell did this to you?” ( from jackson )

  Stiles had almost forgotten that anything was there - on the curve of his eye socket, a deeply purple mark that looks worse than it feels. He wasn’t going to point it out. He was kind of caught up in talking before Jackson pointed it out, a hand near the side of his face. Not touching. To the point enough that Stiles was shocked out of the point that he had been trying to make. 

   ❛ - Oh. No. Nonono, it’s not like that. I got hazed and I fell.  ❜  He can feel himself wincing, knowing how bogus that sounds. It is the truth. There is no real need to lie anymore.

          it was one of those things that was so incredibly obvious, so much so that he felt like an idiot if he did say something --- and even more of one if he didn’t.  to the point that jackson’s mind was running wild with the possibilities to the question he hadn’t yet asked.  years ago, another lifetime now, he would have asked it with a smirk and a laugh, implying that he might even be proud  or impressed by whoever had given stiles a bruise.  he didn’t soon forget that he was once someone who pushed him into lockers and belittle him at any chance he got.          he’s not even listening to stiles anymore when he blurts it out, and his tone isn’t jeering --- if anything, it’s bordering on concern, an unusual flavor for jackson.  but he’s quick to reel it back in, a soft exhale that could almost  be a disguised laugh, raising a brow.  “ listen, i’m not an idiot --- besides, what kind of hazing would have you ending up like.... ” he gestures vaguely before crossing his arms. 

[astrepur]

guess who finally fucking moved their isaac icons onto this computer 

[astrepur]

@electriicheart​ asked: “ and as you can see, this is the place where nightmares are made.”

from some meme somewhere (accepting always)

          she looks around --- left, right, and then back to kira, brows furrowed and head tilted in an almost characteristically puppy-like manner.  often, malia’s own naivety goes against her, an illusion to what others might declare normal that she finds to make little sense at all.  this time, she searches kira’s face to try and determine if this is once of those instances, and after failing to come to any kind of a conclusion, she falters.  maybe she’s missing something bigger here, some joke that the rest of the world would find hilarious.           “ but --- kira ?? . . . this is your bedroom --- ” unless she means it quite literally; malia too suffered from the occasional night terror, those dreams that bordered on reality to the point that they shook her awake.  then again, maybe not.  

[reveriemind]

From the moment we met, you had my respect.