𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑬

I'll DO WHAT I WANT. I'll DO WHAT I PLEASE. I'LL DO IT AGAIN UNTIL I GET WHAT I NEED.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

Peter really should have his own blog; he deserves it, but I don’t have the time nor patience to manage a ton of blogs.

Want to write with him? Find him on my multi muse.

[valtsv]

attacking people and biting them and killing them has many health benefits. not for them obviously but my skin has never looked better.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

thatprettylittlething​:

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝑫𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑲 ( as though she hadn’t deduced that from the illegible texts ──── although it would be less surprising to assume that he’d had blood on his fingers ). It’s a bewildering sight to say the least, the man who had starred in so many of her nightmares now sprawled on a rug, half-slurring his words. She’d laugh if she wasn’t somewhat nervous; his unstable behaviour knew no bounds. How much had he had, and what exactly had prompted this behaviour? If her presence had been requested in order for her to play therapist, Lydia would rather opt out. She doesn’t exist to give advice to her attackers, much less provide them a drinking partner.

❝  I just got here, actually, after receiving a text inquiring after my mother and stating your intent to kill me.  ❞ It wasn’t exactly unlike the conversations they normally had, but the fact that it was a text made the girl feel somewhat 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉. She’d far rather keep him at arm’s length, or even better, an entire lacrosse field away. ❝  I have no idea what’s going on in your head and frankly, I have no desire to know. What I want, is for you to remove my contact from your cellphone. ❞ She nods, rather primly, feeling a sort of hierarchy over an intoxicated Peter. ❝ I’ll watch you do it. And then I’ll leave you to your … Whatever sort of spiral this is.  ❞

Mothers and threats of death  ━  who had time for such things ? Actually, threats of a painful, sweet demise was certainly worth his time, but callous dreams and goals of the past were just that. . memories of a time when the wolf was truly ruthless. Peter half remembered texting someone, however was more content waving her words away with his free hand before body shamelessly rolled over to watch her intently. . lazily. For those who did not know the intimate complications of Peter’s emotions, he might have looked happy. 

Such was not the case though he was floaty, content with the swimming state over taking mind under the influence of wolf’s bane.  ❝ 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍 ❓ ❞  The former villainous figure took that personally, really. He looked like an ordinary man in the aftermath of being slapped by some. . frazzled woman. He snorted shortly thereafter, swirled the contents of glass before setting it down to his right.   ❝ 𝑰𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ❓  ❞  

Inebriated state made tone more familiar, made him more curious, and he was actually curious to hear her response. Unlike their past interactions when Lydia was best suited with lips shut. For his state, he sat up with a surprising swiftness and allowed eyes to weigh her down-and-up, then focused solely on her face henceforth.  ❝ 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰❜𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆.  ❞  He lied back down upon the furs.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

[hungrylikethewxlf]

Cleaning out the followers list as I’m debating returning to writing on this blog, however it will be at a very selective rate.

Most of my motivation has been on my spn blog and multi muse, tbh.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

If cw’s supernatural interests anyone, I’ve set up this page. bastardlegacy

Don’t know what I’ll do with Peter. Yet.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

Icon change because why not. Might revamp this blog and sort through the mess of my owes.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

I should actually return and write, huh?

[ascnsion]

        boyd crowder of justified | cliff steele of doom patrol | barry allen of the flash

                oc: owen alis / archangel raphael inspired by netflix’s ragnarok.

                                                    ⇀  ⇀  ASCNSION

[hungrylikethewxlf]

My muse has vacated the area. When is it coming back? Who knows. I’ll be pretty busy through the weekend as well, so maybe I’ll try to start writing at some point next week. However since things are popping off in Supernatural, I’ll be on my SPN page instead.

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[originalstrumpet]

                                                ❝ 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 .

[hungrylikethewxlf]

when you’re extremely tempted to make another blog but know it’s probably a terrible idea.

[hungrylikethewxlf]

cursedvixens​:

Malia’s relationship with any parental figure other than Noah had always been rocky at best, but for some reason, she struggled more with Peter than she had with her adoptive family. There was a disconnect and she had no idea where even to begin with him, which maybe was partially because the people around her told her things that contradicted what she saw in her father. Sometimes she wished they were closer, that she trusted him, especially now, but she didn’t think they were at such a place. 

The text message confused the coyote, her head tilting even though he couldn’t see her. Her fingers hesitated before replying, though she didn’t ask what could’ve spurred on such a question. [ No, I don’t. I don’t know how to feel about you, but I don’t hate you. ] In truth, she needed the man, but she wasn’t brave enough to tell him. 

It was a long, cold trek for Malia, heading from the safety of the Sheriff Station and into the woods. She could never stay with Stiles when they fought, and she didn’t want to answer questions when people asked why she was trying to find somewhere else to sleep, so she was just going to her den, she could stay there. Settling into the familiar but cold darkness of the structure, the brunette picked the phone up once again to send one last text to her father. [ I want to know you before I decide what I think of you. I know what people want me to believe, but I want to decide for myself. Give me a chance? ]

Nervous energy coiled his belly, albeit to a small degree, but it was a foreign and rather disgusting feeling. Caring — who needed it? With a strong pack came the caring for the welfare of pack members, however that was a right continually denied to Peter. No one offered their loyalty, not even Derek, thus the werewolf found the act of callousness a default. He had not expected a reply so quickly, if at all, so when his phone released a little chime notification as he sat idle at a red light... curiosity gnawed at him. The streets of Beacon Hills were barren, thus the Hale placed his Tesla on park before he reached backwards to retrieve his phone. The sight was rather comical, if anyone was fortunate enough to spot his struggle. 

Light changed just as Peter settled back into the driver’s seat and fastened his seat belt, forcing the werewolf to wait until the next red light. He might have been a ruthless killer and manipulator, but he upheld the law in the eyes of the common human. Was this a normal feeling, how a father was meant to feel? Knowing all too well how uptight kids were, an emoji was expected; he was proven wrong, much to his delight. Peter Hale felt a tenderness that he, frankly, had never felt before. Somehow a daughter not knowing how to feel regarding her father was exceedingly good news. Typical Hales. At two in the morning, a yearning heart and wandering mind had prompted his rash actions. Never did he expect a further exploration of relationships and emotions. He knew not where she was, thus assumed she was with Stiles or Lydia even. 

By the time he reached the underground parking of his loft, her second message greeted him. Give me a chance. Even as he witnessed his family being burned alive, his heart had not ached as much as it did currently. Emotions.. He felt like a human. Phone was clutched to his chin, eyes lost in the darkness of the parking lot, and his mind wandered a million directions. It should have been Peter to say those words. Granted, the werewolf father had attempted such a thing in the past. At first, he wanted to get to know his stranger of a daughter. Then, bring her to his side. Lastly, to start anew with her. Never had Malia showed the spark of interest... but times changed, weres changed. Peter Hale had a daughter — someone stolen from him. It was time to right wrongs. The screen of his phone illuminated, assaulting his eyes, and he was quick to respond.

 [ 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. ] Message sent.   

[hungrylikethewxlf]

sundownings​:

‘mine now,’ she thought as she impulsively took the rest of the hunter’s weapons from his person. there was no benefit to this except a bit of spite. he’d taken from her with the intent to take more, she’d take his guns and ammunitions. maybe she’d give the gun to argent and see if he could get info on who it was registered to, but chances were that it wasn’t registered at all. she set a larger hunting knife from his thigh and some mags down next to everything else she’d taken off him and tucked the handgun into the back of her jeans.

alice then turned her attention to the page, attempting to ignore that peter’s pacing made her nervous. well, more nervous than she already was. “my guess is someone’s pissed and surprisingly not at me.” she had no intention of torturing the man laying next to her, but she would find out why without it. she was about 79% sure of it. 

the page was actually two, folded together. one was older than the other. pages from two different editions of the bhhs yearbook. “you piss anyone off in high school, peter? any serious offenses that would lead someone to put a hit out on you.” she would be surprised if he didn’t and even more surprised if he gave her a straight answer instead of some cryptic bullshit like usual.

no one was a saint, not even her brother and although cam and peter were years apart, it was the same blue sharpie that circled their pictures. alice couldn’t think of anything he’d done, but she was 7 years younger than him. she didn’t know anything other than what she was told really and no one ever told her anything bad about him. she didn’t want to ask peter what he remembered but she guessed she would have to do so soon enough.

Creeping sensation of dread gave way to curiosity — long, swift strides transporting him across the room to hover above Alice’s body. Markings encircling the aged images aroused undeniable inquisitiveness, and even eyes twinkled with mischievous energy. Although Peter had no clear clue why both of their pictures were marked off. Despite his goals and plans as a youth, Peter was both a werewolf and student who kept concealed in the shadows. Typically students knew him as the clever one and really nothing less. Humans and the structure of their society interested him little, yet he was smart enough to blend in. Homework, proms, dating scandals, and parties were not foreign to Peter Hale, so who would find interest in an average High Schooler?  

 [ ❝ 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. ❞ ] When he grinned, it was his younger self grinning; it was his manipulative side finding amusement in his antics. A deep hum of pleasure reverberated inside his chest, then he ceased with the noises and flicked gaze over to the hunter.  [ ❝ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌. ❞ ] Bored exhalation left his mouth as Peter maneuvered around Alice, to then drop down beside the hunter. 

 [ ❝ 𝑴𝒎𝒎𝒎. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. ❞ ] Glazed over eyes failed to focus on Peter’s face. Right hand grasped the crown of the hunter’s head, and shook it to-and-fro as though it was a toy. The hunter gurgled. Another uninterested sigh left the Hale’s mouth although his actions were anything but — fingers roughly inserted the man’s mouth then, with great ease, broke one of the incisors up into the gum line. A muffled scream surfaced.  [ ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒐. 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖. ❞ ] It was disappointing really; neither party had much time. Fingers twisted, and the cracking of another jammed tooth followed. 

 [ ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒐. ❞ ]  Fingers pinched a canine, then the hunter struggled for coherent language. Peter extracted his invasive fingers and perched head downwards. “Ddd.. eee..t-t-ton..” Expression of control transformed to puzzlement with the stitching of his brow. Blue hues penetrated the pallid face of the hunter for answers yet received none. Palm came to rest on the dying man’s forehead in a futile attempt to drain his pain. Too little, too late. Blood flowed from the man’s mouth as that gentle thrum thrum thrum became silent. What followed was the cracking of Peter’s neck as aggravation filled his body, paired with  [ ❝ 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌. ❞ ]          

[hungrylikethewxlf]

@damnaticmemoriae​ said “ just shut up and let me think for a minute. ” | Finn

➥ OUTLAST MEMES.

Even in the crux of danger, the bite of Finn’s words roused a contemptuous, albeit short, chuckle. There was no love shared between the two males, and the potential of probable death did not bring about any soft actions and words. Tensions were high for valid reasons, however instead of putting their minds together to formulate some sort of coherent plan,  they were almost at each other’s necks. Bruised and bloodied skin did not aid Finn’s disposition either, while Peter was relatively whole yet covered in muck. 

The entire secluded village was filth, in spirit and through actions. Nauseating stench of rot and filth clung to every fiber and hair; it was overwhelming even for the voracious likes of Peter Hale. [ ❝ 𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏. 𝑰❜𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔. ❞ ] The temptation to further irritate Finn was overwhelming, however Peter did as he said. Broad body positioned itself against the safety of a wall, and eyes peered between the planks covering up the window — alert to the horrors beyond the cabin. 

[hungrylikethewxlf]

Truly astonishing the amount of time people have ( instead of clicking away ) to anonymously send a disapproving ask. Just click away. That easy.