There are nights when the wolves are silent- only the moon howls

imogen blys - 19 - angry most of the time. [affiliated with mamono island] (blog is under construction bear with me)

[kingdomofblys-blog]

yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

[sealstail-blog]

kingdomofblys:

Imogen grinned up at her, and paused a moment as their eyes met. Her face reddened and she looked back at her smoke, managing to light it. She took it between her fingers and blew out a puff of smoke, away from the girl of course. 

She looked down at the bottle and let out a tch. “Well, I’m on a budget. It’ll have to do,” she replied. She picked it up and looked up at her. “Unless you got any better options, bottoms up,” she replied, taking a swig of the pungent liquor. It burnt almost worse than the first drink, and she grimaced, swallowing.

Nulia laughed heartily at the silly white woman’s screwed up face. “Here,” she said, bending down on one knee and pulling her bag over her shoulder. She dug through it until she located a large flask made from soft leather and pulled it out to offer. “This should help that sting. It’s sweet but still keeps its kick–kinda like me. People here call it Yukon Jack, I think, but this is home brewed so it’s a lot better.” 

She unscrewed the metal cap off the top and took a sip before offering it again, “Not poisonous, and way better than that crap… i’m sure. Trust me.”

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Imogen watched as the girl bent down, rummaging through her bag. Her hair fell over her face, and she couldn't help but admire her unfamiliar features. Imogen brush a piece of her own hair behind her hair, and quickly looked away when she looked back up.

"Yukon, huh? We have a stash of that for Daci's down days at the pub," she said with a soft chuckle. After Nulia had taken a swig, Imogen took the flask, admiring the leatherwork. She took a drink and was surprised at the smoothness of it. She screwed the cap back on and wiped some off her lip with her thumb, then handed it back. "That's pretty good," she complimented, smiling widely at her. A few moments passed before she realized- "Oh, hey my name is Imogen," she said, holding out her hand.

[reinruby1-blog]

"Were you talking to me?"

Ruby looked down at the short girl in front of her, painted lips stretching into a smirk. “Well, I do think that depends on if you are in fact the person who just cut me in line.” Stepping back out of Texas was always a bit of a culture shock, especially with manners. Good God almighty. “Since you’re fixin’ to be real rude and all, tell me your name.”

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kingdomofblys:

“No uh, I’ve got a dog. She really likes hot dogs,” she fibbed. If she said she was having a barbecue, she had a feeling Ruby was the type of girl to invite herself over to join in on the festivities. 

“Isn’t a maverick some kind of bird that eats dead stuff?” She asked, wrinkling her nose. It wasn’t completely false, sometimes she did eat dead stuff. This Ruby girl had some pretty good insight. 

She scoffed. “Yeah, loosening up is for drinking during football games and-” Running naked through the woods and letting your inner wolf out? She snickered at her joke she made in her head, and then shrugged. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Princess, but I’ve gotta jet.” She gave her a mock salute and began to walk away.

Ruby blinked. “An’ you just feed your dog hot dogs? That don’t seem too healthy…” She wrinkled her nose. “I ain’t know much about dogs, but isn’t there dog food for feedin’? Y’gotta be doin’ somethin’ else. I always know a crappy lie.”

“No! I mean…” She tried to think for a second. “Y’know what, I ain’t know much about birds either. I’ll ask my brother when I get home.” Rhett would defintely know if the girl was right or not. “It’s down  home talk, means like… Wild, lone wolf. You know the type. I mean, you should, Mav. Bein’ as you’re one of ‘em and all.” 

Ruby huffed as Imogen started to leave with a bare minimum of a goodbye and that weird cutoff of a sentence. “Hey! Come back here!” She followed, longer legs catching up easily. “You ain’t even finish what you were sayin’. That’s rude to yourself, Mav. My southern sensibilities just won’t stand for it.”

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"Hey, my dog, my business," she snapped. "No secrets, she's just a spoilt, fat dog" she said, a grumble resounding in her head. The wolf really didnt like being called fat.

"And I'm not a 'loner', I've uh, got lots of friends," she said, huffing.

This girl was damn persistent. Even after exiting Kinos, she followed her out, raving on about her 'southern sensibilities'. "You and your southern sensibility can shove it, princess. Damn, can't you take a hint?" She snapped out, turning around. "I'm not interested in making new friends, I'm fine with the ones I've got!" She turned on her heel and stormed out of Kinos, a stormy look on her face.

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yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

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sealstail:

She was taken aback by the girl’s pretty pale face, unlike any she’s seen before. “Of course, tatkret.”

Her eyes got caught in the others and gave a small smirk before cupping her hands and blocking the ocean breeze. “If you wanted to get drunk I don’t think that cheap shit will do much.” Nulia said, motioning to the brown bagged liquor with her shoulder.

Imogen grinned up at her, and paused a moment as their eyes met. Her face reddened and she looked back at her smoke, managing to light it. She took it between her fingers and blew out a puff of smoke, away from the girl of course. 

She looked down at the bottle and let out a _tch. “_Well, I’m on a budget. It’ll have to do,” she replied. She picked it up and looked up at her. “”Uunless you got any better options, bottoms up,” she replied, taking a swig of the pungent liquor. It burnt almost worse than the first drink, and she grimaced, swallowing.

[kingdomofblys-blog]

yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

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kingdomofblys:

Imogen had been having a rather splendid past few days. She’d finally managed to show her face in Spellbound since her first day on Mamono, and found Zaira to be quite an nice person. A few days before, Jack had called out “sick” (Though she could hear Eden giggling in the background) and asked her to cover for him yet again, which she happily obliged to. More hours, more money.

With her extra cash, she bought a bottle of cheap rum and a carton of cigarettes, and moseyed herself down to the beach. She sat on a washed up log and kicked away the empty shell of a crab. Bunching the paper bag around the neck of the bottle, Imogen popped open the pungent alcohol and took a swig. Grimacing, she let out a spluttering cough. Disgusting, she thought. She could have spent six more bucks and at least gotten some Captain Morgans.

She tried lighting a cigarette, but the wind was too strong. She focused so intently on her cigarette, she hadn’t noticed an individual approach.

Moving to the island made life seem a lot quieter. She didn’t talk to the people in the streets and kept her hood up until she made it to the pier. It wasn’t her fault these people were all preoccupied with something or someone else, but it felt like they were isolating her. She grew up in a tight-knit village with elders and chores to do, this place was just… different. Also bigger. Much, much bigger.

A swim in the cool water would help take her mind off of the newly found freedom that seemed like more of a burden than cleaning the tribe’s amauti of baby puke. 

Unfortunately, before even looking for a place to leave her backpack and clothes, she noticed someone else on the beach. The woman was struggling and from a distance looked like someone she once knew. Nulia shook off the feelings and braided her  long hair back as she came closer to the girl. “Need a light? I’ve got a match somewhere.”

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Imogen jumped at the sound of the girls voice. Looking up, she blinked. "Oh, uh, no I just can't light it in the damn wind," she explained, huffing a sigh. She was quiet a moment, before looking back up. "Hey, you wouldn't mind blocking the wind would you? I promise I won't burn ya," she said with a cheeky grin. Her surprisingly friendly demeanor was even shocking to herself- Maybe it was the rum, or the fact that the girl before her had been so nice.

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yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Imogen had been having a rather splendid past few days. She’d finally managed to show her face in Spellbound since her first day on Mamono, and found Zaira to be quite an nice person. A few days before, Jack had called out “sick” (Though she could hear Eden giggling in the background) and asked her to cover for him yet again, which she happily obliged to. More hours, more money.

With her extra cash, she bought a bottle of cheap rum and a carton of cigarettes, and moseyed herself down to the beach. She sat on a washed up log and kicked away the empty shell of a crab. Bunching the paper bag around the neck of the bottle, Imogen popped open the pungent alcohol and took a swig. Grimacing, she let out a spluttering cough. Disgusting, she thought. She could have spent six more bucks and at least gotten some Captain Morgans.

She tried lighting a cigarette, but the wind was too strong. She focused so intently on her cigarette, she hadn’t noticed an individual approach.

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thatcher-grace:

“That’s cool too. I got bitten by a dog when I was a kid, and it scared me off. So my mom gave me a cat for my birthday, some kitten I’d been feeding. And that was that. Victoria and I were inseparable.” 

“No, it’s fine. Mind if I come with you? My treat,” he offered, not ready to let their conversation die. 

Imogen blanched at the bitten comment, but put a smile back on. When he offered to pay, she put up a hand. “No, no that’s okay, thanks though.” 

The two walked over to a stand selling Pad Thai, and Imogen almost ran towards the front of the line. She bounced a little, anxious to order. Thai food was her absolute favorite. 

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thatcher-grace:

“Well, at least I’m not alone there.” She had a nice laugh. One he would describe as warm.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Yeah, I have a cat. She’s in charge of my apartment. I guess you’re more of a dog person, then?” 

She laughed again at his insinuation. “Quite literally, yeah,” she said, a grin on her face. She cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah I really really like dogs. A lot,” she replied. She threaded her fingers together and looked outside of the tent. “Ah, hey do you mind if I go grab something to eat? Sorry, we were havin’ this nice conversation but I haven’t eaten at all today.”

[reinruby1-blog]

"Were you talking to me?"

Ruby looked down at the short girl in front of her, painted lips stretching into a smirk. “Well, I do think that depends on if you are in fact the person who just cut me in line.” Stepping back out of Texas was always a bit of a culture shock, especially with manners. Good God almighty. “Since you’re fixin’ to be real rude and all, tell me your name.”

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reinruby:

Ruby fished a stick of gum out of her bra as she waited for the other girl, popping it in her mouth and humming softly. That sure was a lot of hot dogs. “You plannin’ a barbecue or somethin’? Or just packin’ school lunches for someone?” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, swinging her bag in her spare hand.

“Ain’t you a lil’ maverick. Maybe that’ll be your nickname. I think it suits ya.” She grinned, smacking her gum before blowing a bubble. “Y’ain’t gotta try so damn hard to be oppositional. Loosen up a lil’, darlin’.”

“No uh, I’ve got a dog. She really likes hot dogs,” she fibbed. If she said she was having a barbecue, she had a feeling Ruby was the type of girl to invite herself over to join in on the festivities. 

“Isn’t a maverick some kind of bird that eats dead stuff?” She asked, wrinkling her nose. It wasn’t completely false, sometimes she did eat dead stuff. This Ruby girl had some pretty good insight. 

She scoffed. “Yeah, loosening up is for drinking during football games and-” Running naked through the woods and letting your inner wolf out? She snickered at her joke she made in her head, and then shrugged. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Princess, but I’ve gotta jet.” She gave her a mock salute and began to walk away.

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thatcher-grace:

“I guess. I just make a lot of them.” He chuckled, then gave her a smile. She at least didn’t seem to think he was odd, or crazy. 

“That’s sad. All of my friends made plans, and I wasn’t going to drag my cat out with me. She wouldn’t like that.”

She laughed a little. “Me too buddy, you’ve got no idea,” she shook her head and looked down. 

Looking back over at him, her lip quirked. “A cat lover, huh? I’ve never been to big on cat’s, they make me sneeze.”

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songofwren:

Oh hell no. “’Ey, bitch!” She stalked in after the other woman, seething at the sheer audacity of the little shit. Exactly what I get for being soft, she thought as she grabbed the girl’s collar. Though this was exactly what she needed: a good fight. “The hell is your problem, asshole?”

Imogen tensed, her eyes going dark. She still didn’t have quite a handle with her anger yet, and this lady was pushing her to her peak. “You’d best unhand me right now” She snarled. She was SO not in the mood to be dealing with another god damn narrow sighted bully. 

[reinruby1-blog]

"Were you talking to me?"

Ruby looked down at the short girl in front of her, painted lips stretching into a smirk. “Well, I do think that depends on if you are in fact the person who just cut me in line.” Stepping back out of Texas was always a bit of a culture shock, especially with manners. Good God almighty. “Since you’re fixin’ to be real rude and all, tell me your name.”

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reinruby:

Ruby grinned triumphantly and stepped forward, haphazardly dumping her supplies on the checkout belt. “Ain’t nothin’ anal about likin’ bein’ first.” She fished a twenty out of her bra as she stepped up to pay, chatting menially with the checkout guy.

“If you insist on nicknames already, princess is a decent one, I guess. Sure’nuff better than some others I’ve gained before.” ‘Monster’. ‘Killer’. Rhett’s ever present ‘idiot.’ Maybe that last one was affectionate, but she was just havin’ fun. Fun ain’t idiotic. “But that would mean you need a nickname, too…” She trailed off, face twisting in thought. “Ain’t got nothin quite yet. Guess this means I gotta get to know ya better!”

Imogen eye’d her incredulously. Who the hell keeps their money in their bra? She shook her head and set the basket full of assorted meats on the belt. Her wolf was hungry, but not in a feral way. Imogen almost considered buying dog food, but she knew that was a bad idea. It was peculiar, feeling hungry no matter how much her human body ate. As of lately, Imogen had managed to permit the wolf to have her free time in the house. Sure, she’d peed on a couple things and chewed up a throw pillow, but overall she was like a docile pet dog. That lived inside Imogen’s body.

Her head snapped up, and she barked a laugh. “Wow, yeah okay have fun with that one,” she said, snorting. The girl looked like she had the attention span of a squirrel, and Imogen didn’t have time to dwell on incompetent girls. She had bigger fish to fry.

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american horror story sentence meme

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axemxn:

“Surprise, bitch.”

“All monsters are human. You’re a monster.”

“You’re all I want! You’re all I have!”

“And you’re a dried up, old hot pocket, but I don’t judge.”

“I’m finding it really hard to look at your face because I really, really want to bash it in.”

“I don’t do liquor.”

“I think I have mommy issues. You know a good therapist?”

“You’re kind of twisted, aren’t you?”

“Do you have any clothes that don’t come from the Gap?”

“I have always loved you.”

“Sometimes shit just happens.”

“Don’t make me drop a house on you.”

“I’m trying very hard not to judge you.”

“You are the biggest freak of them all.”

“I’m not naive to the ways of men.”

“Who is [email protected]?”

“You don’t have any idea of what I’m capable of.”

“If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

“You’re mine now. Body and soul.”

“You’re one tough cookie, you know that?”

“Bitch, I will eat you!”

“Don’t be a hater, dear.”

“You could never survive without me.”

“That’s showbiz.”

“I just can’t help thinking my whole life might have gone different if I’d met you sooner.”

“I’m going to destroy you and everything you love.”

“You must think you’re very clever.”

“I need a cigarette.”

“Crotchless panties for everyone.”

[kingdomofblys-blog]

If the signs were mythological creatures:

Aries: Werewolf

Taurus: Hell hound

Gemini: Doppelgänger

Cancer: Banshee

Leo: Gay

Virgo: Angel

Libra: Nymph

Scorpio: Siren

Sagittarius: Ghost

Capricorn: Mermaid

Aquarius: Meme

Pisces: Gay

[reinruby1-blog]

"Were you talking to me?"

Ruby looked down at the short girl in front of her, painted lips stretching into a smirk. “Well, I do think that depends on if you are in fact the person who just cut me in line.” Stepping back out of Texas was always a bit of a culture shock, especially with manners. Good God almighty. “Since you’re fixin’ to be real rude and all, tell me your name.”

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reinruby:

“My foot was still in line, so I was still in line.” She stated this matter of factly, like this should have been obvious enough. Perhaps it had slipped a little in her excitement to see new copies of her faves, but whatever. The girl, Imogen, was still being rude. “If I have less that’s even more reason for me to go first, You’re gonna take longer to check out, ain’t’cha?” Ruby laughed, enjoying having someone fight back for once. Traveling with Rhett for the last couple weeks made arguments so boring. “Don’t get yourself all riled up, darlin’. I just make it a point to ask all lookers their names. Polite thing to do and all.” She smiled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “You can call me Ruby.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure thing.” She gave her a look and gave a flourish of her hand. “Be my guest then, if you’re gonna be so anal about it,” she said, stepping aside. 

At her ‘Lookers” comment, Imogen flushed, embarrassed and upset. “Now that’s just cruel,” she bit back, on edge. Ruby, huh. “You don’t look so much like a Ruby to me. Maybe Princess would suit you better,” she retorted, a smug grin on her face. The banter, she felt, was jovial. At least, that’s what she hoped for. 

[reinruby1-blog]

"Were you talking to me?"

Ruby looked down at the short girl in front of her, painted lips stretching into a smirk. “Well, I do think that depends on if you are in fact the person who just cut me in line.” Stepping back out of Texas was always a bit of a culture shock, especially with manners. Good God almighty. “Since you’re fixin’ to be real rude and all, tell me your name.”

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Imogen scoffed. “I didn’t cut, you were looking at the  magazines and left your place,” she said. Who did this chick think she was? “’Side’s, it’s not like you’re buying much anyways. What d’you got there? Lipstick and a candy bar?” Imogen gestured to her basket. It was filled mainly with hot dogs and beer, but she still thought her purchases took priority. She paused and thought a moment, and looked at the belt. “Imogen, what’s it to you?” 

[kingdomofblys-blog]

Place one of these in my ask if we've never interacted before

"Do you know where the closest diner is?"

"You look familiar. Have we met before?"

"I'm sorry! I really should watch where I'm walking..."

"Are you hurt?"

"You have a lovely smile."

"Were you talking to me?"

"The sun is awfully bright today."

"... I think I know your sister/brother/mother/etc."

"I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

"Don't be an idiot!"

"What's your name?"

"I'm [...]. It's great to meet ya!"

"No, go ahead. I'm not in any rush."

"Where're you from?"

"This is just how I am."

"Get out of the way!"

"Why are you staring at me like that?"