N. WOUND

  1.     an  injury  to  living  tissue  caused  by  a  cut,  blow,  or  other  impact,  typically  one  in  which  the  skin  is  cut  or  broken.          2.     ind  scott  mccall.          3.     dash  only.          4.     read.

[195388]

BUT  I’M  BETTER  WITH  A  SWORD.      ━━━━━      IND  KIRA  YUKIMURA.    DASH  ONLY.

[hiswound]

heck!  time got away from me.  if i’m not here on scott,  i’m over @195388   /   @shehunts​   /   @sorepulse​

[hiswound]

n*ce

[james-romanoff]

[hiswound]

&    STILES  S.      EATPANIC.

of course he’s noticed it:   a shadow where there was sunshine before.    a falter in control.     the stubborn flare-red glow of scott’s eyes that give him away.   and this,    still wolfed out,    still something a little wild even after the dust of the battle has settled—-     one’s a chance,    two’s a coincidence,     and three’s a pattern. 

this is a pattern now.   maybe for longer than he’d been willing to admit. 

and yet he’s reaching out anyway and boldly pressing a hand to scott’s especially furry cheek;    long fingers trailing against the abnormally hot skin.    “    —– you plan on actually shifting back anytime soon,    buddy?   ”

                         the wolf basks in it,  time and time again.  over battles  won  and enemies    slain    lost.  it reminds scott that it’s here to stay.    (   that it never really left.   )    there’s only so much he can hide and only so much that he can get away with.  guilt makes a home out of it   /   just as claws make a home out of the softness of his palms.  claws that break the skin   /   make him bleed.  forces pain back on himself as an anchor point  —  but old tricks like that aren’t working.  the scent of his own blood brings a low growl.  eyes that were once forced shut,  spring open.  center on the added warmth that cups his cheek.  stiles.

scott’s reluctance to speak is proof enough that there’s more to it.  he has to actively battle with the impulse to snap  —  his lip still twitches upward into a snarl.  blazing eyes bouncing from side to side    (   wild   )    before he finally forces a steady gaze.  as gentle as he can be,  bloody digits encircle stiles’ wrist.  holds his hand there as he tucks his chin in   /   lowers his head   /  closes his eyes.  guides the other boys’ palm to rest at his forehead.    (   encouraging long fingers to entwine in soft hair   /   coarse fur.   )    “  i’m trying.  ”    voice like gravel  —  he is,  but it’s not working.

[hiswound]

&    RUSSELL  H.      NAMEDSTORMS.

                    MISTRUST DAMPENS THE AIR. it was a wise move, coming to russell first. there are so many eyes because he’d been gearing up to hunt down this trespasser and his followers — but a wise leader will listen to the circumstances of his PERHAPS ENEMIES. he is empathetic, despite what some of his unloyal wolves might say. he won’t kill, maul, unless he has to … the elder alpha senses the distress, exhaustion, that rolls off the boy. he is silent and thoughtful until he needs to be, observing with dark blue eyes, narrowed and weary.

                    ❝ what are you runnin’ from? ❞          it’s a growl. this BOY has wandered into his territory ( and russ can recognize that he’s an alpha, but he isn’t the alpha here, that’s not how the rules work ). if this boy hasn’t run fast enough something could have followed him right into russell’s home — and the thought doesn’t escape him. the realization that danger and attention could be brought to texas doesn’t escape him, and russell is angry. he bristles, he snarls, HE’S READY TO FIGHT. there’s eight pairs of eyes, all stiff backed and ready to pounce at the signal from their leader. the wolf hasn’t one hundred percent decided as to whether or not he is going to lunge first, but he is patient — calm. tension held in his shoulders and neck, but there are no claws — no fangs. just the wolf wearing the man’s clothing.          ❝ this state is my territory. you involved me as soon as y’crossed through the border. you tell me everythin’ or you’re not gonna make it much further. ❞

                         there’s no weighing his options here.  the other wants answers,  and scott’s going to give them.    (   anything less and it would count against him.   )    there was no telling just how much he would be trusted,  but at least the other was willing   /   ready to listen.  no better place to start than on common ground:    “  hunters.  ”    it’s out of his mouth as soon as he’s asked.  pressing and earnest since he wants   /   he needs to make sure they’re listening to what could be their only warning.  especially if word hadn’t reached the state already.    “  they’re not after just me,  or after just the few i’m traveling with.  they’re after all of us.  ”    everyone supernatural.

fear doesn’t drive scott.  it’s the need to protect   /   to prevent any more loss.  his current circumstances aren’t ideal,  but it was better to happen now,  than later.  for both their sake.  the more this alpha knew,  the better  —  all for his pack.    “  there’s going to be more.  a lot more.  ”

[mithraiic-blog]

fallasea:

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW. 

I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.

HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW. 

LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 

I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?

I’M JUST

SO SLOW

AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

[hiswound]

today’s been #rough.  i might be around   /   i might not be.  idk.  i want to do things but i feel so drained by Everything.  i know for a fact that i’ll be going to the movies in a few hours,  alone.    (   thank god.   )    to see the shape of water.  my xmas present to me since  ..  lol.  anyways.  thank you to everyone who’s stuck around with me   /   my blogs.  i hope everyone has a great day.

[hiswound]

&    STILES  S.      EATPANIC.

all scott gets ( at first ) is a drawn-out,    pained groan ( not unlike a zombie ) from stiles as he messily strips out of his uniform.    hair a mess as he squeezes the polo off,   discarding it across scott’s computer chair,     before he falls face first onto his bed.    really making himself at home,    just like he’s always done.

                     finally answers around mouthfuls of comforter,    mumbled and halfhearted:      “   never,   scott.    i’m just going to die in that theater.    it’s not gonna be something heroic,    or supernatural,    or like,    a car accident—-     no,     it’s gonna be me,    alone,      on the sticky floor of some theater.    ”   it’s actually tomorrow,    which is why he’s here,    and why he’s invited himself over to spending an evening with his best pal.    but he’s sure as hell going to complain first.

                         stiles drops onto his bed and scott eases back into his favorite chair,  casting the popcorn to the side.  it can wait.  for now he watches,  amused.  allows his friend his temporary dramatics  —  he listens.    “  it can’t be that bad.  ”    not that he’s one to talk,  seeing as how on any given day,  he’s working more with animals,  and deaton.  keeping a smile on his face for the pet owners came naturally.  in comparing the two,  working with animals was definitely a step above having to deal with people;  as far as an enjoyable scale went.  free popcorn and free movie passes though?  still a bonus in his mind.

“  if you die,  who am i going to get free popcorn from?  who’s going to be able to sneak me through the back for the latest star wars film?  ”    tone serious   /   brow carefully knitted together.  yes,  as a matter of fact,  he’s finally seen the films.  mostly.

[hiswound]

i’m willing to write scott at any point within the series.  i don’t care for timelines or following any sort of linear outline bc where’s the fun in that?  what i am interested in is developing unique plots   /   storylines with my partners.  will i have mains?  absolutely.  will i have others that i am strictly exclusive with?  depends.  featured on this blog will be two distinct verses.  essentially show scott    (   while remaining canon divergent   )    and a dark scott alternate verse.    (   i had an exclusively dark scott before   /   it was where i mained for a good while and i’d like to bring that back.   )    since i’m planning on keeping this a dash only blog,  i encourage people to IM me so we can work out something prior to writing with each other.   *   yes,  i’m going to remain a mutuals only blog. yes,  my activity will be limited since i have so many blogs lol.  if you have any questions,  message me.  i’ll be more than happy to answer   /   clear anything up.      bonus  concept:  just be nice and don’t steal  /  copy me.  s/cott m/ccall would be disappointed in ya thieving ass.

the psd i'm currenly using is from   here.  my own personal adjustments were added for the end result i have.

[cystalreeds]

Best of Teen Wolf ➤ 177/???

[hiswound]

                         he helps himself.  grabs the massive trash bag full of popcorn and carries it with him up the stairs.  that is,  not before he allows himself a minute to rest a reassuring hand on the other teen’s shoulder   /   give it a gentle squeeze.    “  i don’t envy you.  ”    as if to rub it in,  but there’s nothing malicious about it.  not with the corners of his lips upturned in a soft smile.  scott can smell it coming off of him in waves.  agitation   /   butter   /   nacho cheese.

stiles didn’t have to come over immediately after work  —  but scott’s still happy that he did.    “  when’s your next day off?  ”

@eatpanic.     ╱      bc i love you.

[hiswound]

&    DEREK  H.      HEVOLVES.

“ scott,  are you going to hand me my clothes now? ”

                         right.  clothes.  he’s been carrying them in his backpack since derek left to scout ahead.  it’s only now,  through a haze of sleep,  that he snaps to attention.  pulls his bag around   /   unzips   /   retrieves the clothes for the other and passes them along.    “  find anything?  ”

[tylerposey]

[hiswound]

i lov ......... my fans ...............  @eatpanic   @hevolves   @omenbrought

[hiswound]

                         somewhere in the dark,  it’s just the two of them.  he won’t allow himself to get too excited.  won’t allow himself to get his hopes up.  still,  it doesn’t hurt to see a familiar face.  one welcomed   /   one he hadn’t realized he missed.    “  it’s good seeing you.  ”    words that sound misplaced and awkward as they leave his tongue,  and alien once they’re in the air.  a disembodied voice that only they pick up on  —  one that the true alpha finds himself recoiling from.    “  i mean,  i didn’t think i’d see you so soon.  ”    he didn’t think he’d see him ever.  which wouldn’t be the first time.  and there’s something bitter in it  —  of boyish defiance against the once-unknown.  he doesn’t want to ask for how long either.  you know better than that,  scott.

@hevolves.      ╱      liked for a starter.

[cryptidspace]

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