ɪs ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ?

Boyd, werewolf, Eighteen. * * * * I AM many things but a { hero } is none of them * * * * [ independent vernon boyd roleplay blog. please read about the main verse HERE before roleplay. tracking itsokxy. ]

[itsokxy]

we could do some damage

GOING OVER HERE TO BE AUSTRALIAN COME JOIN ME

[itsokxy]

[itsokxy]

KISS ME KETUT!

[itsokxy]

"You actually thought i cared about you?" [i will most likely regret this]

[ memes yay ]

                        yes.

            yes, boyd actually thought that isaac                    might care about him —- because                    wasn’t that what packs did ?            DIDN’T THEY C     A     R      E     ?

                                       the male swallows thickly,                                              stares back at isaac with                                              dull eyes that once held                                              something other than sadness.                                              now, there was nothing.

                   he’d once thought that alicia                           might have just been an                           accident —- maybe he                           did deserve something                            more than ice surrounding                           him, reminding him.                            but some people weren’t meant for packs.

                                                             some people weren’t meant for a                                                          F       A         M        I         L          Y 

            pressing his lips together, the                    most boyd can bring himself                    to offer is a dismissive grunt,                    a lingering gaze and guilt that                    won’t leave him alone.

                                              its your fault.                                              its your fault.                                              its your fault.                                              its your fault.                                              its your fault.

                                     it was his fault !                             e v e r y t h i n g was his fault.                             he counted the names in his head,                             alicia, erica ;;; his sister and best friend.                             their ghosts haunted him, blamed him, screamed at him.                             so of course isaac didn’t care.                             in the end, boyd didn’t blame him.                             in the end, boyd’s response was pathetic.

          ❝ ——- no. ❞

[itsokxy]

“I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?” [Have some Nogitsune!Stiles]

[ memes yay ]

                    he’s been here before,                            T R A P P E D like                            a feral animal in a                            cage &                            T O R T U R E D like                            the criminal he knew                            he wasn’t.

         except this time, he’s not staring                into the face of someone he’s                never met —— no, the Gods                aren’t so kind. its stiles, but                its not stiles. there’s something                between stiles and the w o r l d                and boyd would bet it was evil.

                                                       it had to be someone else —- stiles was                                                            stiles, the skinny defenseless                                                            kidthat boyd had never had to                                                            fear before. yet here he was,                                                            his thick frame trembling with                                                       ! F            E              A              R !

                              part of him wants to beg —-                                    but begging wont get him                                    any - where, he can feel                                    that, unless some sort of                                    miracle arises, he’s done for.

            there are precisely one thousand thoughts                    running through his mind at this moment                    in time. he can pick out five and decipher                     them before words become rambles in his mind.                 i. at least i’ll see alicia again.                ii. and i’ll even see erica, too.               iii. i wonder how much it’ll hurt.              iiii. it hurts so fucking much.              iv. it’s not derek’s fault.

                                                    slowly, boyd drags his eyes                                                               u p w a r d s to meet the                                                               beast before him. his thick                                                               lips part, curling back into                                                               a growl as he frowns,                                                               eyes a beautiful amber.                                                               he spits a response.                                                               he’ll go like a hero.

                              ❝ —— give me all you’ve got. ❞

[itsokxy]

“What did they do to you?”

[ memes yay ]

               he could feel the blood,                      w e t and sticky against                     his skin, keeping his shirt                     stuck to the skin, muscles                     tense and rippling from                     the pain he felt beneath.

                it was over now, at least                     he could say that --- the                     wounds would heal, but                     they still burned every inch                     of him as they did so, deep                     cuts and wounds tearing                     the otherwise perfect surface.

                her question caught boyd off-guard.                     he froze, breathing in deeply                     before glancing up at the female.                     sighing, he let his broad hand                     fall from the tear in his shirt,                     exposing the slow-healing                     wound from another wolf.                     pretend it doesn't hurt.

      ❝ ---- nothing i'm not used to. ❞

[itsokxy]

perfect mun, perfect muse. you are the universe itself, in all its majesty, devastation and beauty. you are kind, and you are a beautiful soul. i wish that you find happiness, or some semblance of it, for you truly deserve it.

w hy dO YOU DO THIS I AM SO UNDESERVING OF YOUR LOVE.

[dubiouswizard]

dark starter sentences

[rpmememaker]

"You actually thought i cared about you?" "I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?" "You're a monster!" "It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours." "You're all mine now." "How could you do this to me!?" "I trusted you!" "Is that supposed to scare me?" "Put the knife down." "You're scaring me..." "You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~" "I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?" "Why are you pointing that gun at me?" "Let me go!" "You're so cute when you struggle like that~" "Your blood smells wonderful." "Who did this to you?" "You're in my way." "I thought you were dead!" "Help me!" "Long live the king." "What did they do to you?" "What have you done?" "Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?" "Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information." "I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!" "Stop it, your hurting me!" "They'll kill you!" "I hate you." "The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!" "If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

[theagentbond]

James looked at the boy as he entered the ice rink, he took off his sunglasses and walked down the steps, not taking the last step down. He smiled towards the boy. “I have come for a different matter, Boyd.”

[itsokxy]

                  boyd narrowed his eyes                       as the male spoke his                       name, confusion on his                       features as he stepped                       back --- strangers were                       never to be trusted now.

     ❝ --- what do you want ? ❞

[theirprotector]

               ”Awesome. Let’s get going then.                 Except not to The Bank Nightclub                 or LAX. Next time I go in there I’ll                 get arrested.”

[itsokxy]

                   he pauses, cocking                          a brow at the male                          before him, curious.

       ❝ ---- what'd you do ? ❞

[halesfinest-archive-blog]

  ❝——and that’s exactly why i’m here.❞

   a hand reaches into her bag,    pulling a sack lunch out of it.    she slides it over, a smug    smile on her face. 

      ❝don’t say i never gave you anything.❞

[itsokxy]

                 he's satisfied now, smirking over at                          his company. as she slides over                          the brown paper bag, a large                          hand reaches out, digits wrapping                          around the thick bag.

         ❝ --- i knew there was a reason i kept you around. ❞

[itsokxy]

[ fixed my keyboard. i'm gonna head off tho bc despite my napping a lott today, i'm tired. i'm sorry for being a shit writer, replier and person in general!!!! and thank u youngalphakate for helping me fix my keyboard ilu. idk there will probably be more activity but i'll make a post explaining why im shit tomorrow ok. sorry ilu all ]

[itsokxy]

[ my keyboard isn't working on my laptop sos call 911 idk whats happening please help im typing this w the  onscreen keyboard and idk what to do ]

[badassbetaerica-archive]

          “Oh please, Boyd. We both know that I could kick your ass.”

On this road trip Boyd had become like an annoying brother to her. They were always fighting but never seriously. She rolled her eyes his smirk before glaring over at him.

[itsokxy]

              ❝ you're kidding, right ? ❞

     a snort of laughter. she's got to be         kidding. he kind of was the annoying         brother in his taunting -- but she was         possibly the only person he felt         comfortable around on this trip.

[youngalphakate]

      “50 dollars to whoever fulfills the        obligatory Las Vegas wedding.        Any takers at all?”

[itsokxy]

           ❝ --- are you even legal ? ❞

[badassbetaerica-archive]

"If you steal my pillow. Then yes."

Erica pressed her lips together in a thin line before snatching back her pillow.

[itsokxy]

             he teases her with a smirk that tells her                      he's not even sorry, and just lets                     the blonde take back her pillow.

                                        ❝ i'd like to see you try. ❞

[theirprotector]

              “Do I have to buy the first                few rounds just to get you                in the partying mood?”

[itsokxy]

             he smirks.

                      ❝ --- now you're speaking my language. ❞