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Rhett -got that fire doesn't even try booty's got it own zip code all the peasants bow down god save the prom queen teenage daydream just another dressed up heartbreak werewolf

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godlessgodfrey:

“Hey!” Trying to keep the boxes from tumbling, there was a very loud noise, akin to glass breaking, as the boxes hit the ground.

Lock winced, as though the records breaking had hurt him. He looked from the box up to Rhett, grabbing the man’s collar and yanking him closer, staring him down and hissing,

“You have four seconds to whip out your wallet and pay for the shit you just broke before I make your brain melt out your fucking ears. Let’s go, Grandpa.”

quick tempers ended up amuses him, more often than not. once they got passed the annoyance they typically brought first. rhett was annoyed from the moment he felt the other so close behind, but now? now that the boy’s hands were tangled up in the fabric of his shirt, now that he was pulling him closer - it amused him. “Do it.” encouragement, mostly. the wolf just wanted to see how the island would handle such a blatant attack against one of its masters. “Come on, boy. Melt my brains.” his hand came up then, moved to splay over the other’s face before pushing him back. “Council doesn’t take kindly to threats, from what i hear. Disrupts their illusion, so now you might as well do something to make your trouble worth it.”

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dxmonicpaws:

the presence of the other dragged him to his feet from the cot in the cell, his fingers interlocking, simply just standing there as the other studied him. kaine was used to looks, but not this kind, with a purpose  ;  they were more with dread and a despised gaze. he signified their demise so it made sense most didn’t like this presence at all, but with the rune on his neck he was just… just a being, just a human in a way. still his senses were a little different, humans senses were so strange to him— as he had never felt them before now. vaguely he wonders if the rune was removed would he be able to know remain human and change whenever he liked, it was all very new to him, to be trapped, bound in this way. “I mean technically I still am just…. not physically, they have not lied to you.”

he was no wolf, this dog. but he was still canine. still part of the same kind of family, if one had to make one up here, at least. it offered some respect, some pity. leniency, mostly. there was no dread in his gaze, no hatred, no fear. just a very obvious curiosity. rhett had never ran from the idea of demise, never fought with the notion of his end. if anything, he considered himself a close friend with death. the wolf stepped closer, watched the actions of the other before a chin raised with his words. “does it change with your form?” his head cocked, again, curious toward the other. it was possible that it did, but rhett still considered himself wolf, even now as he stood in the flesh, not the fur. “do you think yourself different at the moment?”

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raphaelcolt:

it  was  a  way  raphael  loved  to  have,  make  even  the  most  stoic  of  beings  smile—  even  if  it’s  just  a  hint  of  one.  this  pulls  his  own  small  smile,  doing  his  best  to  fight  it  off.  and  it  does,  it  fades  away  as  rhett’s  does.  the  alpha  within  him  still  remains  smiling  morphing  into  a  smirk  from  within.  then  a  laugh,  and  it  was  just  perfect.  following  words  from  the  other  wolf  pulls  one  from  him.  “I  mean  don’t  think  a  reach  around  with  me  would  be  very  pleasant  for  you,”  an  eyebrow  raise  of  his  own,  “you’ve  have  a  very  angry  dragon  on  your  hands.”

it was like a momentary lapse of judgement, forgetting who the other belonged to. rhett fucked with no dragons, that included both ends of the fucking Wonder Twins. so he gave the other wolf a slow nod before eventually shaking his head. “yeah, probably should x-nay the hug while we’re at it. the last thing i want, or need, if that beast having my scent for any reason.” he respected her, though. respected anyone who could build the empire they had, but rhett also knew when it was best that his tail was tucked between his legs. “you can keep both the hug, and the reach-around mental.” he tapped, pad of his index finger touching his own temple. “let it all play out like a glorious, B-rated porn.” he paused then, letting the subject shift. “Where are you wandering off to, padfoot?”

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outcomethewxlves:

“I only give reach arounds if you ask nicely, you grumpy bitch.” Scoffed at his attitude that she knew was coming from somewhere and fully intended to find out - despite the fact that he seemed to keep some of these things from her. Converse clad foot kicked out in his direction but not actually making contact, before stepping off to the side. “Wanna hug it out, princess?”

“i’m not saying please so you’ll touch my junk, you fucking perv.” rhett had fallen into solitary ways too long enough for him to change his ways. a literal representation of the whole old dogs, new tricks saying that’s gone around over the years. he kept  lot of things to himself and he did so for stubborn, selfish reasons. twisting just enough to look back at her foot, he breathed out what could have been construed as a laugh before looking up at her and shaking his head. “what is it with you people and offering hugs instead of the reach-around?”

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underyourskinx:

Who let the dogs out. He had to put a hand on the bars to steady himself as that laughter came, far too amused by the correlation. Head was shaking. “I think that was baja blast.” Pause. “Wait fuck no, that’s Mountain Dew. Baja boys? I don’t know, at this rate we’re making best friends with google.” Broader shoulders shrugged at the entire debate, not as interested in correcting himself as he was the wolf that stood in front of him. After all, he’d made an impression even from the first time. There was the slightest stroke to his ego with the mention of the other slave, translating into a well worn corner of a smile. “You trying to make me blush, snoop dogg? I’ll have you know I’m a lady, even if you do intend on taking me home.” Annnnd there was the laugh again, clearly just as full of shit as he’d always been.

“Baja blast is that poke-animal, i thought.” every now and again, rhett got lucky with pop culture, but not all the time. “the thing you throw the egg at.” he held no shame in the matter, conversations like these were far more interesting that actual, heated debates. he hadnt meant for his words to be a compliment, they were in a way, but they were more fact than flattery, and rhett laughed at the remark. or rather, the name granted, and there was a nod of his head. “alright then, princess. what? i gotta feed you and shit before i take advantage of you or somethin?”

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outcomethewxlves:

She watched him judge her openly and found nothing but amusement in the behavior. The accusation that milk would be the one thing that finally did her in was more than comical. “Cow juice.” Repeated. “Milk, it’s milk and if you want that au naturale, hot bean water bullshit by all means. But I’m gonna pretend I love myself and actually make my caffeine bareable. “ Her own nose turned up, taking another dramatic drink from the cup before changing the subject. “Was there a reason we’re up this early or did you just want to creepily human watch the morning away with company?”

he rolled his eyes - twice, actually, as the cup came back to his lips. “you can pretend all you want, it’s still gross.” there werent many things rhett had standards for in his life: bad habits, women, behaviors - but there was something about food and medicine that he had a tendency at being picking with. something about it all seemed off. too processed for their bodies to handle. too processed for the humans to handle too, but he cared far less for them. “I haven’t been to bed yet, so it’s hardly early for me.” he looked back to her then, a brow arched. “if you actually got up to sit with me, then i’m kinda impressed.”

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oliviaxsantos:

Olivia was not accustomed to being talked to like this man had. In her coven at home, she was treated like royalty. Her father as the leader of an old, powerful coven that fought against dark magic and those who would use it made her respected among their coven. Standing tall, she straightened out her neck as he spoke to her, letting her eyes narrow. “I didn’t even notice you standing here as I backed up, so putting the blame fully on me when you obviously noticed me here is ridiculous.”

it was a sigh that managed to escape his lips first. the exhausted, dramatic kind of sigh. the exhale given for show more than anything else, and it was directed at her. no one on these islands could take responsibility. couldnt own to mistakes, say theyre sorry, and be on their way. now, as it stood, rhett regretted saying anything at all. his head fell back, the motion just as dramatic as the sound itself. “are you expecting to come off as some grand pacifist? some wise human beyond her years? because i don’t fucking care. Say you’re sorry. or dont. but dont fucking stand here, staring at me, when i clearly told you to move. So move.”

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percyholt:

He waited, not entirely patiently, for the male to move, but when they turned it became clear that wasn’t happening. In retrospect, he should have expected it. This wasn’t the first time his mouth got him into trouble, and he doubted it would be the last one – especially in a place like this. Still, the hand came in contact with his cheek before he could dodge, forcing his face to turn and leaving a burning sensation on his skin. He ignored the impulse to touch the no doubt forming bruise, instead staring at the male again. He stood at full height, challenging. Always challenging. “Not exactly what I’d call moving. But nice try. D’you feel better? Got that tension out, did you?” If only he still had his powers, if he wasn’t stuck in this place. “Still waiting for you to fucking move. Or don’t you know what that is?”

“You dont want to challenge me, boy.” it was the first, and only warning the slave would get. Rhett was covered in scars, littered with proof of every won, and lost, challenge. he had no pack to think of. no offspring to care for. the wolf had nothing to lose at this point in his life. granted, with this twit being a slave, the only thing that would get hit would be his wallet, and he was okay with that. the older male’s eyes scanned the face of the other, the mild twitch of amusement pulling at the corner of his mouth. “if you’re as good a fuck as you are a pain in the ass, you wont be in those cells long.” he seemed the time who expected to be pampered. spoiled. “unless you feel like dying because,” a thumb came and swiped at his own bottom lip, a laugh pulling on the exhale “-you’d be worth the fine at this point. for sheer annoyance alone.” he wasnt moving, not now.

[juleswrites]

MYTHICAL AESTHETIC | werewolves

“To run with the wolf was to run in the SHADOWS,       the dark ray of life,  s u r v i v a l  and instinct.   A fierceness that was both proud and lonely,          a tearing, a  h o w l i n g,  a hunger and thirst.   A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming,      that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been                        wrung from its body.”

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raphaelcolt:

raphael  laughs,  he  quite  enjoys  pulling  rhett’s  buttons  sometimes—  which  is  why  he  finds  himself  standing  far  too  close  for  the  other  wolf’s  comfort  ;  for  his  own  comfort  matter  of  fact.  still,  he  does it  for  a  good  time,  rhett  is  much  older  than  him—  rhett  is  a  reminder  of  home,  another  of  his  kind,  it  was  nice  to  have  them  around,  to  be  freely  able  to  ‘  hang  out  ‘  with  them.  “what  about  a  hug?  would  you  settle  for  a  hug?”

the irritation was slight, wavered only by the fact that he was wolf as well, his own kind. his favored kind. the laugh brought a small smirk, that hint, the tug right at the corner of her mouth. quick and gone as fast as it had appeared. he was older, older than most wolves on the island. he didn’t mind it, at all really. rhett had turned, brow raised as he looked to the younger, and the offer of a hug brought that laugh to ride along with the exhale. almost as if it wasn’t planned. “I asked for a reach around, and you’re offering a hug?”

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oliviaxsantos:

Olivia hadn’t even noticed he was so close to her as she stood there, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was enslaved and had her magic removed by the rune on the back of her neck. It all was a lot, still not even sure how she ended up here. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she turned and moved out of his way, but still creased her brow as she looked at him. “Rude much?”

words were unnecessary, considering she had done exactly what he had asked. things would have been fine, he would have went right back to what he was doing - which, lets be real, was nothing, but still - but she just had to open her mouth. had to comment, to nitpick. to criticize, whatever she wanted to call it. “And yet, it you was invading my personal space without permission.” a pause, “or said reach around. so who’s the real rude one here?”

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percyholt:

“No shit. Are you telling me I’m not seeing things? Well, that’s a relief,” he replied, unable to hold back on the sarcastic tone. Percy was a new arrival, still trying to work out this place past the creepy debriefing he had gotten when he had first gotten there, and this guy was in the way of the miserly hour he had to do a much needed exploring. “No idea what you’re talking about, man, but you’re in the way so how about two steps to your left?” 

rhett had his moments. he tried, he tried so hard to be fun loving. to not let things get to him, to let irritations roll off his shoulders. in the end, he considered most people below him anyways, and what good did it bring to argue with the peasants. but there were moments, like this one, where the fun loving wolf was nowhere to be found. it probably had something to do with the lack of respect in the other, the sarcasm that dripped from his tone when he spoke. so when the master finally turned to face him, to see just who had the balls to be so brazen with him - he didn’t speak. didn’t offer words, or an explanation. he didn’t move, either. save for the hand that came for the boy’s face, open palm with every intention of striking hard.

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xmirelaxvanevx:

This was her first time out of the cells, and Mirela wanted to explore her new ‘cage’. She was told she’d be allowed only one hour to wander around, and that was enough for a first look at the building. She was distracted, looking at the windows design when she almost bumped onto the man, “Shit!”, she gasped, eyes narrowing att he way he was talking to her. She was used to it, but it didn’t mean she accepted it, “Straight to the point, aren’t we? But I’m not interested”, she rolled her eyes and moved to step away from him.

he glanced behind him again, trying to put a face to words spoken and, at first, there was a bit of a laugh. more like an exhaled bout of amusement at how she backtracked so quickly. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the wolf said, his body turning to find her still putting space. “Now, see. I don’t know how you were brought up, but im pretty sure this is where you apologize for running into me.” whether or not either one of them was interested was beside the point, and hardly important. “You speak good, which means you’re capable of manners. Say you’re sorry.”

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underyourskinx:

“Calm down lil bow wow.” A hand held up, the universal signal for stopping before even really getting started. Despite himself, there was the outline of a grin evident on those features. Wes was surprised by this one from the beginning, not your typical well - asshole. “It was for dramatic affect, but I don’t expect someone who can’t even Superman that ho, to understand.” Dramatic flip of his hair, keeping that straight face for all of ten counted seconds before laughter was evident. Stepping up the the cell door, hands were placed on the bars, eyeing him. “But by all means, carry on.” Head nodded back down the the slave he had been looking at before. “I will fine tune my insult game in the mean time.”

“is he the one who sang Who Let the Dogs Out?” As much as he wanted to pretend that he was up to date on all the pop culture, he only liked bits and pieces of it. and, quite frankly, that correlation made sense to him. rhett let out a laugh, rolled her eyes as dramatically as the other’s hair flip came. his feet remained planted, stuck where they were as the slave made his way up to the bars and the wolf’s attention didn’t bother to falter from him, even when the other slave had been brought up. “nah,” he said, features wrinkling up with the only word spoken. “we both know you ain’t getting better, and they ain’t worth my time.”

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outcomethewxlves:

Eyes shot to the interruption of the shared silence, a rarity in the sense that he was one of the few who didn’t make it uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the so called disease, the affliction they’d shared. Glass was exaggeratedly brought to mouth, taking a longer sip than usual before finger wiped the corner of mouth. “I’ve seen you eat raw meat with your bare hands, let’s climb right off our high horse, king boujee.”

he made a noise, the scoff dripping with the offense he kinda took to her words. “listen here. raw meat is essential to our diet.” he watched the cup, nose wrinkling in distaste before he returned to his own drink. “you know what’s not essential to our diet?” so maybe he was a little boujee when it came to food, but rhett adamantly didn’t trust the humans, and by proxy, the majority of what they created. “hormone laced cow juice.” a pause. “and im not on a horse, thank you.”