vulpes.

i've been running wild, had a good time. Over my head in a landslide, can you pull me out?

[bmxriss-blog]

anscn‌:

＊ anson !

            SHE  WASN’T  LOOKING  AT  HIM  ANYMORE      .     It  was  an  empty  feeling  that  rose  in  his  chest  and  his  lips  parted  with  a  shaky  breath      .     His  desire  to  remain  angry     ,     to  remain  strong  in  his  convictions     ,      melted  away  without  warning         ,       pushing  itself  onto  a  new  host      ;        the  man  he’d  stalked     ,     even  followed  with  the  full  intention  of  killing     .     He  was  a  hunter     ,     after  all      .     But  he  didn’t      .     Like  a  fool     ,     he  left  in  fear  of  complicating  his  relationship  with  the  girl      .      And  maybe  that  was  his  fault     .      He  was  selfish  and  he  never  knew  the  full  extent  of  her  pain      .

            IF  HE  HAD      ,     the  bullet  would’ve  entered  that  bastard’s  temple       .

            MAYBE  HE  COULD  DO  IT  NOW        .      Leave  her  behind  for  a  day  or  two  and  finish  the  damn  job     .        ❛      He  would’ve  left  you  alone  if  he  knew  who  I  was         .      ❜      The  words  escaped  as  a  mumble      ,      something  dark  lingering  beneath  the  surface  as  he  released  a  sigh      .       ❛        But  we’re  both  liars        .        ❜     He  waved  away  his  own  words     ,     lowering  his  head  as  he  pinched  the  bridge  of  his  nose       .

            HIS  CHEST  SOON  FELT  HOLLOW      ,     heart  rising  to  his  throat  as  he  looked  back  up  at  her      ,      trying  desperately  to  memorize  the  angles  of  her  face       .      The  way  he  looked  at  her      ?      He’d  never  looked  at  anyone  else  that  way      .      Never  thought  he  would       .     There  was  something  soft  about  him      ,      so  different  from  the  scowl  and  sharp  features  that  normally  painted  his  expression                strong      ,      but  not  less  alluring  to  those  around  him      .       ❛      I  can  keep  you  safe      .      You  don’t  need  to  hide  from  me  anymore     ,     you  understand       ?      Honestly     ,     I  hope  the  bastard  comes  here     ,     ‘cause  it’ll  be  the  last  thing  he  does       .      ❜

            AND  THAT  WAS  THE  TRUTH        .      Anson  might  not  have  been  as  violent  and  sadistic  as  his  family      ,     craving  the  spillage  of  blood  like  a  vampire  does    ,     but  he  knew  anger     .     The  detective  had  a  beautiful  temper  and  it  was  often  that  he  found  it  bubbling  beneath  the  surface     ,     threatening  to  overflow  with  the  wrong  look  or  word      .       ❛      I  need  you  to  understand  me       ,      ❜      he  said  gently       ,     leaning  forward  as  his  response  fell  like  a  hushed  whisper  on  his  lips        .       ❛      No  more  hiding  from  me       .      Please      .        ❜      Her  absence  hurt  more  than  he’d  like  to  admit      .     He  spent  several  days  and  nights  staring  at  his  phone      ,     wondering  what  he’d  done  wrong      .     Wondering  if  she  was  okay      .      He  couldn’t  do  that       ,      not  again      .

Never in her life would she have thought that she would be standing before him in this very instant. Or that the detective that had created such a problem in her shop had been the very same man that had unknowingly stolen her heart so long ago. Blake always wondered who was on the other end of the phone when they spoke, what lips dared to utter the promises of protection and adoration. What kind of man was so fearless and so sure of something that had been birthed through a computer screen. But now, as she stood before him, Anson was everything she could want and more. 

That was the problem though. Was he hers? Had all the time that had fallen away from them stolen what had blossomed? Blake couldn’t bare that thought, not with finally having him standing there, so close to her finger tips. No, she had to have hope. Enough hope to at last get her to walk away from him. Maybe there was nothing left to salvage, but hope would be able to keep the young wolf’s head high when they finally parted ways.

Anson’s words fell from his lips as the space between them slowly began to melt away. The way her heart beat against her chest was anything but human, but it was certainly not supernatural. It was a woman, coming face to face with someone who had become her world. “You want me around?”, she breathed out in a question, unsure of how to process the request. If Anson wanted her around, Blake would stay. She would give into that feeling that swelled knowing that she could finally see him, could finally touch him. 

Blake felt silly, like they were attempting some balancing act that neither of them wanted to perform. Like they were toeing a line in the sand that didn’t need to exist. Why fight it? Blake’s teeth caught her bottom lip, her fingers reaching out to brush along the back of his hand. She just needed to know, if this was the last time, what it would be like to touch him. “Please don’t think that I didn’t miss you or think of you everyday..”

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svintramirez‌:

“Alright.” he nodded, just by looking at the place he could tell there had to be some things to fix, but maybe she already had a guy on call to help with this sort of thing, he didn’t want to assume anything. “Pumpkin pie?” That was an odd request and one he didn’t expect when he had already expected Blake to ask him to be gone; but it was a start. “I think there’s a shop down the block right? I’ll go get you some. Don’t close up shop and run away while I’m gone, alright? I have good intentions.” He joked before heading off. 

A while later he was back, entering the shop with a bag in his hand, “I got you a whole pie because you never know when the cravings will strike and well they had a good deal on it so why not?”

“I won’t”, she promised, the ghost of a grin threatening to break through her exterior as he turned for the door. Part of Blake debated on doing just that, shutting up shop and turning for home. If she had known that a good deed would lead to his return, well she probably still would of done it. Maybe she would of been smarter about it. Though, the more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt. All he was trying to do was be nice and she needed to learn how to let the anxiety roll off her shoulders. So when he returned with a bag in hand, Blake was already setting out a spare few paper plates and plastic silverware from her office on the counter top. “I may end up eating this whole pie and you’d be totally to blame, but I won’t complain one bit.”

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anscn‌:

＊ anson !

            LOVE  WAS  A  MYSTEROUS      ,     strange      ,     pain  in  the  ass  that  continued  to  affect  Anson  both  physically  and  mentally      .     He  loved  his  family  despite  their  horrid  views      ,     choosing  to  lie  than  push  them  away  completely       .      He  loved  his  job     ,      but  the  stress  of  it  all  often  left  him  releasing  his  anger  in  the  wrong  places       .     And  he  despised  Blake  for  the  same  reasons  he  loved  her         .       The  moment  he  realized  who  she  was  in  that  tattoo  parlor      ,      he  had  lost  it         .       The  fool  was  a  mess            she  had  made  him  into  a  mess      !       And  for  that  he  couldn’t  forgive  her      .

            BUT  HE  ALSO  COULDN’T  IGNORE  HER      .      It  wasn’t  based  on  morals  or  a  sense  of  pride      ,     he  was  literally  incapable  of  it       .      He  would  check  his  phone  and  emails  constantly  despite  their  months  of  silence      .     He  would  eat  and  think  of  her    ,      try  to  sleep  and  think  of  her     ,     hell     ,     he  even  went  nuts  at  the  boxing  ring  when  he  thought  of  it      .      People  refused  to  spar  with  him  because  of  his  damn  temper      ,     so  he  was  left  brutalizing  a  punching  bag       .      Sure  his  surname  meant  he  could  destroy  someone  within  seconds       ,      but  he  always  went  easy  on  them      ,      enjoying  the  technique  over  everything  else       .

             SO  WHEN  HE  SPOTTED  HER  WALKING  DOWN  THE  STREET       ,      his  Blake      ,      he  caught  up  with  her  and  kept  his  pace      ,      his  eyes  hidden  beneath  those  very  same  aviators      .     Anson  fought  the  urge  to  grab  her  arm       ,     choosing  instead  to  keep  his  hands  shoved  in  his  pockets       .        ❛         I  need  to  talk  to  you      .      ❜      There  was  a  desperation  in  his  voice      ,      one  he  tried  to  hide  beneath  a  snarl  as  he  finally  gave  into  his  urges  and  took  her  hand       .      Despite  his  anger     ,     he  remained  gentle     ,     all  too  aware  of  her  history  with  violent  men      .      ❛     You  got  a  problem  taking  advice      ,      Smith      ?     ❜      He  emphasized  her  surname  almost  sarcastically      ,      pulling  his  sunglasses  off  before  pointing  at  her       .  

       ❛     I  TOLD  YOU  NOT  TO  COME  HERE     !    Imagine  my  surprise  when  I  find  you’ve  opened  up  a  damn  tattoo  parlor      !       ❜       He  paused       ,     his  expression  softening  as  he  took  her  in      .      There  was  a  pain  that  tugged  at  him     ,       an  inability  to  remain  angry      .        ❛     Where  did  you  go      ,       huh     ?      You  were  down  the  street  and  you  didn’t  even  tell  me     .      ❜      //  @bmxriss

There was a nagging feeling that carried around on her shoulder like a demon whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It was a feeling that she tried to ignore desperately, tried to shake by any means, but one that caused her to search for the origin. Why was she feeling this way? Why was there an ache in her chest suddenly so vibrant and harsh that it felt like she might keel over at any second. Blake had no answers, she had no reasoning, and thus she kept on living. Continued her life, just waiting for the next shoe to drop. 

Days past, just enough time to make her wonder if the feeling had been for nothing. That is until a vaguely familiar voice was suddenly beside her. The young wolf drew her gaze to the taller male, nothing but a look of confusion crossing her already somber features. “I’m sorry Detective, but I don’t exactly have time to chat today”, she sighed, neither in the mood or the right state of mind to deal with any more pointed questions from him or his partner. Blake noticed then that he was alone and soon, her hand was caught within his grip. Almost like a lightening bolt had struck, that sense of unease spread through her body. It was like a live current, her senses and intuition screaming at her something she didn’t know. Something she was too blind to realize. 

Smith. The name was the universe dropping the other shoe, throwing her perfect peaceful paradise into a sense of chaos. “Anson”, she spoke softly, though it was a miracle any noise managed to fall from her lips. The voice on the other end of the phone, his voice, suddenly sounded so much clearer. Every conversation they shared, every secret told, and every emotion was no longer one sided. All those emotions came pouring back into her and it was too real. It was too raw. The heartache she felt and the sorrow at their loss, it was the real emotion she had been fighting since the day he wandered into her parlor.

“He found out about you”, she spoke softly, unable to help the way she took the smallest of steps back from him. Blake wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms and let the desires that raged within her finally free, but there was a fear. The fear of that rage she could see in his eyes. “I don’t know how, but he found out about us and he tried to kill me”, instinctually her arms came around her waist, guarding the scars of the wounds her betrothed inflicted that night. Her eyes drifting off to a spot just over his shoulder as tears threatened to fall. “And then I ran, I ran to the one place that I thought could be safe. I ran to you, but then I realized that you were in danger because of me. I would of rather died that night than to let him hurt you, so I stopped looking for you.”

[bmxriss-blog]

💔

send me a 💔 for my muse to talk about one of their exes.

“I don’t really know if I can call him an ex since we really never dated. But the connection we had was more than any relationship I did have. I knew I could tell him anything I wanted and he wouldn’t ever judge me. It’s amazing how just hearing his voice on the other end of the phone was all I needed to stop being afraid, to stop the tears, and make me feel like there was nothing wrong. I think having to distance myself from him was harder then leaving my birth right behind. It was for his safety though, so I’d break my own heart over again to keep him safe.”

[bmxriss-blog]

💔

send me a 💔 for my muse to talk about one of their exes.

“I know I never told you about him, but I feel like I should after that night. But he wasn’t always that bad. He actually used to be very kind, but when it came out that he could be alpha after we were married he turned into something else. The idea of power took over him and everything that I thought I could learn to love about him vanished. And then he robbed everything that I once loved from me.”

[melamemea]

send me a 💔 for my muse to talk about one of their exes.

might be positive, negative for indifferent. specify muse ( for multi muses )

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anscn‌:

＊ anson !

      IT  WAS  WARM    .     Quiet     .      The  sun’s  rays  warmed  his  tan  skin     ,       a  subtle  breeze  kissing  the  trimmed  hair  around  his  lips       .      It  was  a  perfect  afternoon  for  relaxation      ;         a  perfect  afternoon  to  spend  with  his  family             too  bad  his  family  was  insane       ,      and  he  was  busy  working        .    

      THE  BELL  CHIMED  THROUGHOUT  THE  INK  PARLOR       ,      announcing  his  presence  as  he  waltzed  in  with  a  steaming  cup  of  coffee  in  each  hand        .       His  violet  eyes  were  covered  with  black  aviators       ,      the  leather  of  his  jacket  rolled  up  to  show  his  own  collection  of  tattoos  as  he  set  one  of  the  drinks  in  front  of  his  partner       .         ❛     No  offense  taken      .     ❜     His  words  emerged  almost  monotone     ,     a  faint  bit  of  humor  mixing  nicely  against  the  scratch  of  his  voice        .      They  say  smoking  will  kill  you      ,      but  he’s  yet  to  prove  them  right      .

      ❛      CRIMINALS  LIKE  TATTOOS     .     ❜      He  mumbled  to  himself      ,      removing  his  sunglasses  as  he  introduced  himself        .      ❛      Miss.  Morris      ,      I’m  Detective  Blair      .     This  ray  of  sunshine  right  here  is  Detective  Young        ,       ❜     shooting  his  partner  a  quick  glance     ,      he  arched  his  brow       .         ❛          .  .  .     Since  I’m  pretty  sure  he  forgot  that  part         .       ❜      

      THE  MAN  MUMBLED  SOMETHING  BENEATH  HIS  BREATH      ,     a  smirk  soon  following  as  he  took  over  the  introductions       .        ❛    You’re  not  in  trouble     ,      Ma’am       .      You  see      ,      we’ve  recently  taken  over  the  Viviane  Bishop  case   .  .  .       ❜       He continued  to  speak  as  Anson  quietly  studied  the  owner       .      She  was  undeniably  beautiful      ,      as  were  many  of  the  women  in  town        .       But  there  was  something  else  about  her       .     A  warmth      ,     almost  like  she  were  radiating  heat      .      He  wondered  if  he  insulted  her      ,      how  long  it  would  take  before  she'd  show  off  that  short  temper      ?    It  was  then  that  he  stood  up        ,      taking  the  time  to  look  at  the  pictures  that  decorated  her  walls       .

There was no attention directed towards the man who waltzed into her parlor until he dared to speak up. The wolf’s eyes shifted towards the taller gentleman, but she had been unable to shake the prick of anxiety that bubbled in the core of her stomach. It was just beginning to be notice, making it impossible for Blake to determine if it was her instincts telling her to fight or to run. Stubbornly, she remained rooted in place, determined to understand just what it was about the pair of them that had her drifting so far from her axis. 

“So do artists”, she shot back with just a touch of annoyance in her voice. As if to prove a point, her palms came up from her sides to press to the glass counter top that separated her from the two guests in her shop. The movement made for two very distinct purposes. The first was to show her own intricately designed pieces made up of flowers in dotted black ink. As if it was to flex her own muscle back at the newly emerged stranger. The second reason was to assert her own dominance in a situation that clearly left her at a potential weakness. At least to the naked eye.

It wasn’t until he dared to speak his name that the wolf’s jaw clenched and her eyes turned away from him to the door in which he came. Was this a hunt? What was a Blair doing in her shop? The anxiety at her neck was no longer a prickling, but full on scream to turn away from him all together. Blake knew she couldn’t, she was stuck where she stood. Her lack of time in this town didn’t mean she didn’t know who the Blair’s were, or that they were hardly anything to mess with. They were no average human and no average family. 

With a shake of her head, Blake forced her attention back to the Detective’s practically ignoring the indecent mumbles that came from the older gentleman. As if Blake couldn’t imagine the situation growing worse, Vivianne’s name was muttered. “I knew of her”, she spoke softly, unsure of why they had brought their investigation into her parlor. “She used to date a friend of a friend of mine a long time ago, I guess. We were never really close, so I’m afraid I’m not sure why you think I will be able to help you?”

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december 3rd at Wolf Skin with @anscn

It was funny at times how people saw life, like one big game where every day lead to new challenges. Her mind raced about it as her fingers outlined the newest piece of art a client had requested, sending her into a thought process she hadn’t dared entertained since the night she ran.

A voice at the front of her shop had drawn her attention away from the sketch. No one was scheduled to come in today and yet the bell above her door chimed louder that way. Suspicious kept up the back of her neck like an intuition screaming for her to run. And yet, her steps carried her forward and out into the lobby of her modest parlor. “How can I help you today?’, she asked, immediately noticing the man that had entered her business. At first glance, there was nothing kind about him. There was no kindness in his eyes, there was no hint of a smile or offering of a greeting. He was here for business and she already knew that he wouldn’t be leaving until he got it. Have you noticed anything suspicious around these parts lately?

The question was not one she expected, in fact, it took Blake a moment to really register what the man was asking her. In a town of werewolves and vampires, there was more then just suspicious things going on. He was looking for something specific. “Suspicious in what way? I run a tattoo parlor, half of my clients are considered suspicious”, she spoke finally, ignoring the bell above her door when it rung again. 

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svintramirez‌:

“I’m not feeling guilty, I feel grateful.” He could sense many things about the girl and it had nothing to do with his abilities and everything to do with just recognizing certain traits of how people acted. Blake was somewhat shy, but definitely insecure in some way; her modesty was almost lost on him. “I’m not trying to come onto you if that’s what you think, I just want to show my gratitude in any way I can. I’m pretty handy, if you have any work that needs to be done around the shop, anything you could use help with, I’m happy to hop on it.” 

“I wasn’t assum-”, but Blake cut her words short with a shake of her head, a hand coming to rest on the back of her neck. The felt flustered and prayed that didn’t reach her cheeks, but she knew better. “Honestly there’s probably a ton I need help with but none if it wants to come to mind right this moment”, Blake confessed, peering over at the shop she had tried so desperately to make her own. The windows stuck, which was never fun on the hot summer days. The heater was only blowing cool air. The more she thought about it, the longer the list of things that needed to get done became. And yet, she didn’t feel right asking that of him. “I wouldn’t say no to a piece of pumpkin pie right now.”

[bmxriss-blog]

( confession : i admire your soul more than your art. i want to be your canvas so i can see your inner thoughts and luxuries. )

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon

[drabbles-and-ideas]

Confess something you've thought about me on anon

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spill the tea

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inkedvixcn‌:

A lump formed at the center of her throat. She didn’t want to mention that night but the girl started off almost immediately on the subject. Her tongue feathered between her plump lips, unsure of what to say about the manner. “Look, I’m sorry things went down like that.” Kat said, regretting her choices in the aftermath more than anything. Now, it was just a ticking clock of her sobriety. She didn’t fall with just drinking but she wouldn’t mumble to a soul of her consumption of vampire blood. It was a secret all on her own – one that filled with regret as soon as she caught eyes with the woman. She didn’t know about her struggle with sobriety, even though she was able to get a first class seat to her breakdown.

Kat shifted in her spot, hand running over the long jagged scar on her bicep. “I wanted to get a touch up on a scar again.” She said, holding out her arm to show the fresh pink line. “I sorta had an accident and it ripped apart a piece I got for my ex.”

Blake honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about that night in general. It was a spell that brought out of the worst in everyone involved. Part of her was mad that things escalated to that, part of her was ashamed for her own reactions, and part of her knew it wasn’t fair to feel those emotions. No one could help themselves. Ultimately, the wolf let out a sigh as her shoulder relaxed and hands fell to her side. “No need to say anything, it’s not like I was perfect either”, she admitted, flashes of her ex too fresh in her mind. “I’m sorry I attacked you though, that’s not who I am normally”, even if it was who she once was. 

“A scar touch up? I really should increase my rate for you”, she teased, but part of her was thankful that it seemed to be a different type of scar. “Come on back”, Blake invited as she moved towards her usual chair nestled below the bright windows. “So what happened to tear this piece up?”, she asked curiously, drawing auburn locks back into a ponytail.

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The moment the brunette took occupancy of the seat beside him, Everett’s head perked and he gave her a side glare. Of all the empty stools around she just had to pick this one? Just as he was about to tell her off, the girl extended her arm and displayed markings on her flesh in a pattern he quickly recalled. Everett had seen them, just last night; but not on a human body. The mental picture of a wolf in the forest in his arms came into mind, followed by all the things he had said and done and the pieces quickly fell into place. Shit. He realized now the fault in his actions and just how stupid he had been for showing compassion for a damn dog. He should have known better that any creature around nowadays were never as they seem. Not bothering to take a second look and pretending he hadn’t heard the remainder of what she was saying, Everett raised his cup to his lips and took another sip; casting his gaze elsewhere. “…I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,”. 

“Right”, she spoke softly, irises turned away from him as she sat there in silence. This is why Blake mostly kept to herself in a place like this. People and creatures were all the same. Selfish and only looking out for is right for them. But Blake needed to do this, even if the person who saved her ended up being nothing more than another jackass to join the ranks of this town. “Well, even if you don’t know what I’m talking about”, she continued, pushing through her urge to turn and leave him in his pride. “If, for some reason you might, I just wanted to say thank you. Kindness isn’t shown often in this world and I don’t know where I would be left if someone hadn’t helped me. So, I really appreciate it. Even if you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about”, she waved down the waiter behind the counter, figuring if that was going to make a trek all the way down here there should be at least one slice of pie involved.

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“Wasn’t sure I’d ever see you back here”, Blake confessed as she watched a somewhat familiar face waltz back into her parlor. Then again, the wolf couldn’t blame her. The events of the night still brought her out of peaceful slumber. Guilt still ached at her core, even if the spell was the reason Blake’s attack had been focused in on the other. In her mind, it was her own personal monster coming for revenge, not a friend. “What brings you by today?”, she asked carefully, her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

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A finger circled the rim of his coffee cup as Everett sat in the twenty four hour diner, head down and hardly paying attention to the comings and goings of patrons. He was deep in thought, only pausing briefly now and then to take a sip of his caffeine that was laced with his own supply of alcohol. There weren’t many vices left once he became a vampire and he relished this particular one whenever he could. “Refill,” was all he muttered to the waitress behind the counter before his gaze dropped again, as if shrivelling smaller could make him go unnoticed and ignored — just how he preferred.

Her steps were careful and precise as she neared the counter, unsure of her actions as she approached the all too familiar vampire. Blake had never been one to buy into the distrain for other creatures, but she was hyperaware of how easy it was. It made the young wolf second guess approaching the creature of the night, but it was her pride and moral code that had her easing into the stool besides him. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you last night”, she spoke carefully her her extending out on the counter before them. Among the flowers and shapes inked into her skin were the distinct marks left by metal teeth sinking into her flesh. The wounds were still red and tender, though the healing process had already begun to mend the broken flesh. “I don’t know how long I would of been there if you hadn’t come along.”