[something witty]

moved to → musoleum. Independent & Selective Isaac Lahey. Est. Dec, 2017. Written by Vair. (Previously known as Gwen.)

[notwittty]

               moved to ➝ musoleum.

Now writing all my muses from a multi-muse. Trying to reboot things in the process of a major life transition, so this is just easier for me to manage right now. Follow me over there if you still want to write. If we have a thread you want a response to, please contact me @vairyamusing or @musoleum.

[notwittty]

Cam: alright, sport

Isaac: skiing is a sport, I'm not a sport

Cam: okay, squirt

Isaac: SQUIRT IS A TURTLE

Cam: alright, bud

Isaac: that's *weed*

Cam: sure, champ

Isaac: ...damn right

[thegoodvybe]

[notwittty]

[angelwithoutleave]

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[vaememes]

Send '😍' if my muse gives your muse heart eyes.

[satansonmyside]

I know I just called you dude but I’m trying to flirt with you

[notwittty]

werekanima:

There was no mind paid to the phone, all he was really set on was making sure he wasn’t about to be swung at. Not that he displayed any such emotion of fear or something or other, rather an almost stone cold expression. Letting any emotion seep through seemed fatal, and he avoided it like the plague.

The sudden snap, or more so the word used, caused a ferocious eye roll. As if he’d not heard that one before. “Get your head out of the clouds, dog,” he retorted quite easily. No way in hell was he replacing anyone’s phone, and his scoff alone proved it. At that he was turning and heading back to his destination.

“Like hell I owe you anything,” he called over his shoulder, reaching the sink and running the hot tap. Jackson waited until it was hot enough that the mirror above it steamed, and then he was cupping his hands underneath it (ignoring the sting) and splashing the water up at his face.

               Isaac could feel his claws digging into his palms and his fangs stretching his jaw before Jackson finished speaking. He tried to remember what Derek had said about controlling himself -- he really did! -- but before the words made their way through his rage, he was grabbing the back of Jackson’s neck and digging thick points into very human flesh.

               “Not everyone can just replace expensive shit when assholes go breaking them.” His grip tightened, and he was gritting his teeth tight between his words. It was all he could do not to slam the other teen into the mirror. “Don’t even try to tell me you did that on accident.”

[archieekins]

Text: Don’t hold it against me but

Text: Can you just.. come over?

[notwittty]

[text]: dont hold it against u??? seriously?!?! [text]: why the hell would u text ME [text]: what’s wro [text]: fine

[notwittty]

@prettyboyelio } starter for college au

               “Wait -- you need me to what?”

          Isaac’s hand was hovering over his ramen with noodles sliding between his chopsticks to fall back into the nest of noodles in the takeout box. He’d almost completely forgotten about it, staring at his unfairly hot dormmate.

               “Dude -- no. I can’t -- I don’t wanna like rehearse a whole play with you!” As confusion settled deeper than the shock, his brow knit. “And don’t you have one of the romantic lead parts? You should ask a girl!”

          As that thought fully processed in his head, though, he stared at his roommate and swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “I mean, right?”

[notwittty]

@argentarcher​ | continued from x

               Isaac could feel the heat flush his cheeks as soon as she said it, and his lips somehow couldn’t make words anymore. He tried and failed to make them say something that would save him. No, of course not! That’s what you think! You’re the one who dated him! Literally anything, and nothing would come.

              “Uhh,” was the only lame thing he managed, and that just made his face redder. He swallowed and tried to pull himself together. “I mean. You slept with him, right?”

          Shit, that was not the right thing to say!

              “I mean, didn’t you like it? Him! I mean him, you must’ve thought he was...” What’s a not-gay word for hot as hell? “Handsome?”

[notwittty]

@argentarcher | continued from x

               It took Isaac a second to even realize what just -- almost? barely? sort of? -- happened. Then he was confused about why it was so funny to her. He wanted to be all “what, is kissing me that hilariously crazy?” but her laughter was contagious, and he couldn’t manage to even start getting stuffy about it.

              “No, no, it’s...” he tried between breaths of laughter. “It’s cool.” Nice, Lahey. He half-smirked at her, putting on his best smug face. “I’m used to girls just, you know, kissing me out of the blue.” He shrugged casually. “Not your fault you can’t help it.”

[thelastexittonormal]

Timothée Chalamet | Beautiful Boy (2018)

[notwittty]

werekanima:

Whether ornot the werekanima expected him to go ahead and do as he had told him to wasn’tcertain. But one thing was; he didn’t fight back, he didn’t try to block any ofthe hits. Everything screamed at him was a scorn on his cold heart, taking itas it were. Not something very characteristic for him, given that usually theroles were reversed in such situations. Jackson’s ears had been ringing andweren’t focusing, at least not enough to hear those new voices. What wasn’tsurprising was that no one had come to him, no one had comforted him when hewas left bloodied on the floor. The numerous wounds made them slower to heal,and he’d remained there on the classroom floor until he could move again.

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The nexttime the two boys met each other was in the locker room. Jackson had stayedback later than the rest of the team, trying to wash off the residue from theirvictory. It didn’t feel that good anymore, or at least not nearly as good as ithad before he was a co-captain. He heard a sound or two coming from theopposite side of the lockers, the row closer to Coach’s office, but ignored it.Jackson just dried off, pulled on his sweats and was heading towards the sink,shirt half pulled over his head when he quite literally ran into Isaac.

“What thefuc-?!”

Tugging theshirt down now, nearly getting an elbow in the face (his own), his gaze landedon the other teenager and he almost froze. It had been all awkward silences andavoidance since that day, and if it were possible Jackson had grown evencolder. On some level he was preparing himself for another beat down, so hejust..stared.

               Isaac was putting off the walk home. Derek had been extra quiet since his fight with Jackson, and he hadn’t really thought Derek’s company mattered much until it was even colder than usual. He usually just stayed up in his bed playing phone games, but he could play phone games in the locker room, too, so he did that instead. Change of scenery, he told himself despite the stench of sweat.

          He wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings, but his 15% battery warning popped up, so he was standing, walking, saving his progress-- when he bumped into something that was definitely half-naked. Before he could look up and register who the hell was still in the locker room so late, his phone toppled out of his hands and onto the tile floor. It landed face down, and he prayed it wasn’t cracked.

          But he didn’t stoop down right away because he knew who he’d bumped into now. His glare was immediate and instinctive. Even though all the wounds were healed, obviously, a guilty knot he refused to think about sort of twisted in his gut, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Whittemore know it.

               “Watch where you’re going, snake,” he snapped, then dropped down to grab his phone. It was cracked and dark. Figures. His glare returned to Jackson. “And you owe me a new phone.”

[remanence-of-love]

[notwittty]

@prlman

[notwittty]

@werekanima | continued from x

               They were rarely in the same room together. That definitely wasn’t an accident. But whenever they were, silence stuffed up their lungs until words exploded out of somebody’s mouth. It had been his this time.

          He was glaring. He was always glaring at Jackson. Being anywhere near him made something hot and heavy twist in Isaac’s chest. The words didn’t relieve that at all, even though the idea was exciting. Actually, that sounded like a good idea. He had to look around first, to try to listen, to make sure Derek wasn’t about to round a corner to find them fighting. Then he closed the distance between them and shoved the teen in the chest.

               “You got some balls just showing your face around here, Whittemore.” His next shove forced Jackson into the concrete wall of the classroom. “You killed people.” That was when he threw the first punch. “Don’t even tell me you didn’t like it!” Another punch. “You can fool everybody else, but not me.” And another. “You killed him!” Suddenly, it was hard to see where his blows were connecting. “You killed my--” but something lodged in his throat kept him from saying the word dad.

               Then a strong hand was pulling at his shoulder, and another joined it on his other shoulder. Someone was saying his name, urgent and concerned, and a comforting scent hit his nose. Scott. Isaac inhaled snot so he could breathe, and he brought his sleeve to his face to wipe wetness away.

               “I’m fine,” he told Scott, looking down with contempt at Jackson. He knew this wasn’t the end of whatever was pent up between them. There was something he couldn’t forgive buried a lot deeper. But he’d see him. In class, in the locker room, at the games. At the loft, anywhere the pack got together. It was just a matter of time.

[vairyamusing-moving]

I’m still preparing everything to reboot my rp blogs, but here’s a list of how things are changing per muse. The big ones are below, and the lesser known/used muses are below the cut.

Castiel — moving to the multi-muse, which has a new URL: suddenlyallatonce.

Damon Salvatore — remaining on his own blog: thebadsalvatore.

Derek Hale — remaining on his own blog: halesurvivorsguilt.

Harry Potter — moving to the multi-muse: suddenlyallatonce.

Isaac Lahey — remaining on his own side blog: notwittty.

Jackson Whittemore — remaining on his own side blog: idriveaporsche.

Loki — added to the multi-muse: suddenlyallatonce.

Oliver (CMBYN) — moving to the multi-muse: suddenlyallatonce.

Stiles Stilinski — added to a dual-muse blog: wrongstilinski.

Theo Raeken — remaining on his own side blog: manmademonster.

Zane Stilinski (Stilinski Twin OC) — added to a dual-muse blog: wrongstilinski.

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