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hey guys. jus a heads up i’ll be on a SEMI-HIATUS for a few weeks bc my husband is i town visiting me from deployment. so i’ll be occupied!!

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hey guys i know i haven’t been here in awhile but i’m gonna do drafts today or tomorrow. been busy!!

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RULES: tag 9 people you want to get to know better. ( please repost not reblog. )  TAGGED BY: @fragiilex RELATIONSHIP STATUS: #married PETS: i has 1 black cat named jack skellington and then another orange cat named garfield who’s on a diet  WAKE UP TIME: usually 8:30 depending on work days but if i dont have to wake up early, 11ish CATS OR DOGS: kitties!!!!!!!!!!  COKE OR PEPSI: don’t like either but if i had to choose, coke TEXT OR CALL: i rather text but if we’re super close and i’m not distracted by other things (aka not watching something or on my laptop) i don’t mind talking on the phone CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK: lipstick is my fucking shit TAGGING: @decayeds @sonsofnight @cfbadassery @animalcoeur @annisatiger

#about the mun

wriitersblock:

“Well….” At least if he helped aid her wound, she wouldn’t have to come home and have a flustered brother try to patch her up. She nonchalantly fingers the red scrape across her brow and subtly nods. “If you insist. I guess I should get this fixed before it gets infected, huh?”

Dylan was glad that she had taken him up on his offer to help her get patched up. “Yeah, looks like it could get infected pretty quickly if you don’t treat it right away” he told her in a matter-of-fact tone. “Come on, come in. I got first aid stuff inside my shop” he led her inside and grabbed the first aid kit from the top shelf, walking back to her. “How’d this happen anyway?”

#wriitersblock #( v. main. )

cfbadassery:

She’d always been wandering; lost and desperately searching for an answer that seemed just too far out of reach. Now, Bianca finally had what she wanted – the chance meeting someone else of her KIND. Someone to understand her, someone to help her with the pain, and maybe even learn to forget what it felt like to be so isolated. Large, blue eyes frothed with wonder as she looked up at the man with all the answers. The only person who had ever wanted to help her when so many had turned their backs to run in fear. As his rough fingers reached up to brush at her skin, Bianca submissively craned her head into his touch. Giving into the wolf, giving into the beast that made people LEAVE her. Bianca couldn’t ever imagine doing that before, but as he held her close, how could she ever dream of doing anything else? “No one’s wanted to help before,” within her stammer a mix of confusion rang through. A wolf? Now she sounded nothing more than a puppy just looking for a home. “I’ll go with you.” How could she ever dream of doing anything else?

Dylan couldn’t believe this was happening. It’s been years since he had another run in with a wolf, let alone a gorgeous one. She was everything he could ever want so he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to take her in and possibly start a pack of his own with her. Maybe he could finally get over his wife and be with someone that wouldn’t treat him like garbage. He was satisfied when she submitted to him and pushed her face into his palm, smiling down at her with pure happiness and caressed her face. “And to think, you came down here yelling at me to go away and to keep it down” he chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips against hers softly, “and now we’re mates. You’re mine, Bianca” he whispers and then plants a deep, passionate kiss on her pink lips. He felt like he’s been waiting for this kiss all of his life; it felt so right, so natural. He hugs her closer and inhales deeply through his nose, his hands holding her face tightly and his lips lovingly kissing her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. She is: to him.

#i love these two so much #cfbadassery #( v. main. )

boundtosuffer:

“It’s not like I ever called you dog, Mr. ‘I’ll keep everything to myself just in case.’” She said mockingly, taking a few steps away from him and the death stare he’d probably give her. “So, they’re strong? So am I. Evil? Don’t even get me started with that one. You’re talking with someone who spent a long time down in Hell—you’re talking with a fucking murderer, for jesus goddamn sake.” And that vocabulary alone would send her back downstairs. Or so would say her mother. “Some freaking wolves, I can deal with. I’m a little bit stronger than I seem to be.”

“Just because you call me dog more often than not doesn’t mean I like it, Ms. ‘I can handle myself’” he mocked back, rolling his eyes and exhaling sharply. He listened to her rant and sighed, knowing she was right but he still couldn’t help but to think that this particular werewolf pack is stronger than any other. The alpha is relentless and would do anything to kill Dylan, even after all of these years.

#boundtosuffer #( v. older but not wiser. )

bwritesxx:

The fact that he wasn’t pushing her away right away was a good sign, wasn’t it? Her thumb caressed his cheek, wanting so bad to get rid of the tension between them. If she could go back in time, then she wouldn’t have gone to the party at all. Things had been going so well between them but she shouldn’t have put enough trust in herself to think that she wouldn’t be tempted to fall back into her old ways - not even for a moment. “Dylan-” she started, voice weak, but she was cut off as he pushed her hand away. She cringed as he raised his voice - not because she was scared of him, she was scared of losing him. Sierra watched as the tears flowed down his cheeks, her heart aching because she wanted to reach out for him again. “I - I know,” her voice cracked, her eyes burning as she took another careful step towards him. “I did it because I’m an idiot,” she cried, swallowing, “I just… I got scared, Dylan. And I know that’s not an excuse, but - fuck, I’m toxic. That’s what everyone says and it’s true.” At this point, there was a steady flow of tears running down her cheeks, and she could barely get the words out - “I fucked up. I got scared because I realized how much I needed you - and I’ve never, ever needed anyone - and I thought… I thought that if I just let it happen then I could prove that I didn’t need you - but then I realized that I can’t handle losing you…” She was sobbing at this point, “I’m not her, I swear. I would never… I just want you, that’s it.”

He savored the short moment of letting her hand caress his prickly face but the pain that she had caused him overpowered his other emotions and that’s when he began to yell,wanting all of this go away. She started to apologize and explain why she did what she did and he swallowed thickly, feeling his own tears stain his cheeks as he watched her cry. Even now, even after what she had done, he still cried when she cried and he hurt even more because she was hurting. He could feel she was being genuine in her apology and that’s all he could ask from her. It was impossible for her to turn back time and reverse her choice of kissing someone else, so he had no choice but to forgive her and take her back because he couldn’t bear to live without her. He steps forward and wraps his arms around her tightly, placing her face into his neck as she cried. His hand massaged the back of her neck as he hushed her soothingly, still silently crying himself. “It’s okay. I forgive you. I’m sorry for being such a fucking prick” he whispered to her, kissing the top of her head.

#bwritesxx #( v. main. )

anywayyoulookatit:

“Well, someone wise told me if what you’re doing now isn’t working for you, you gotta do something else. Someone else told me you can’t make an addict quit until he’s ready. Probably the same type of person that says you can’t help someone who won’t help themselves. I guess that’s why nothing changes.”

“Yeah, I’ve got insomnia. Something similar, I guess. Also, I gotta keep awake sometimes if I’m working or whatever. So I get used to be awake a lot. Then if I ever find a bed or couch where I can get a proper night’s sleep alone then I just take the tranqs so I can catch up on my rest.”

Boy, this guy talks a lot. “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, those people are right. You can’t help someone that doesn’t want it, is the moral of this conversation, I suppose. Why are you mentioning this? Do you not want to be helped? Is that why you’re telling me? Because, hey, I won’t help you if you don’t want to and, honestly, I probably won’t help you if you do want it.” Don’t lie, you would.

“That doesn’t sound like a healthy way to live. I mean, your body is literally made of drugs.” Not literally, Dylan.

#anywayyoulookatit #( v. main. )

iridesences:

the femme feels a little bad at this point, she completely forgets about his disorder at times, and the last thing she wants to be is inconsiderate. ❝ this isn’t… ❞ she starts, before taking a deep breath and exhaling something of a defeated sigh. ❝ this isn’t about that. could you just clean up around here, please ?? ❞

Dylan notices the frustration on her face and he sighs, getting up from the sofa and pats his legs aggressively. “Fine, but only because I want to. Not because you want me to, got it?” he asked with raised eyebrows and struts off to clean up the living room he had made a mess in.

#iridesences #( v. main. )

ironxpilot:

❝Well it’s good for you that we’re near by the best burger joint in the state. Happy! To Joe’s diner please.❞ The driver nodded and signaled a lane switch, which with traffic could take a little while. ❝So… Dylan was it? What brings you to need the company of Tony Stark today?❞

Dylan was a little too excited to have a burger right now but then again, it was food and the wolf inside him always wanted food. He was a little nervous when he was asked why he had came to see him today and to be truthful, he really didn’t know. He just knew he wanted help. “Well, let me just start this off by saying that this is going to sound fucking crazy but you have to believe that I’m telling the truth” Dylan told him, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t know if you know this but... you know about werewolves, right?” he asks but quickly continues, “yeah, well, they’re fucking real and there’s a pack of them that fucking kidnapped my parents and I need them back but no other pack will help me. These guys are holy shit scary.”

#ironxpilot #( v. full of guilt. )

fragiilex:

Her brow kinks up, but she has the same nudge of competitiveness in her, especially when it came to her body. She was proud of the way it looks ( besides the rare occasion where she ate enough candy to poke her stomach out too far ) but she ran on a weekly basis, both shifted and for fun. But she wasn’t resigned to the fact he thought that he had the best body out of the both of them ( though she might have agreed ) so instead of saying anything she tugs off the soft pink top she had on and drops it to the ground. Revealing the sports bra she was wearing and her toned stomach. “ Think what you want, but we know who the winner is.. “ She replies with a satisfied grin, continuing to scrub the top of the car and kinking a brow up. “ Well it’s a pretty name for a dirty car but I guess we can agree that it’s better than Helga. But your car racing stuff sounds fun. Once I went ninety five on the road. But uh… yeah it didn’t end up being fun ‘cause I got pulled over. Thankfully he was very cute and very erm…. forgiving. “ After a pause she can feel her cheeks flush softly. “ But either way fast cars are cool, and s’nice to meet you Dylan. “

He was not expecting for her to tear off her shirt and reveal more skin to him. He was definitely not going to deny the chance, though. He was enjoying the sight, a little too much. He didn’t hide the enjoyment he was receiving; his mouth was transformed into a sly smirk and his brown eyes were glued onto her body. “You have a very nice body” he compliments, licking his lips. “But, I still have a better body” he shrugged, continuing to clean the hood of his car. That’s when he took a slight whiff of the air and he had caught the scent of another wolf. It was either her or someone nearby. He didn’t make it obvious that he had smelt something, he continued his movements and hide the realization in his eyes behind entertainment. “Wow, you’re just one badass, aren’t you?” he joked with her when she said she had gone down the road at 95. “Come on, you didn’t continue driving and lose him? That’s what you should’ve done. It’s what I would’ve done” he shrugged, subtly sniffing to pinpoint the wolf he was smelling. He stands straight up and gives her a cutesy smile, “it’s nice to meet you too” he walks closer to her and that’s when he knew the other animal he was smelling was her. It smelt different, though... He leans against his car, elbow resting on the hood, “you live nearby?”

#OH MY GOD IM LAUGHING #fragiilex #( v. main. )

decayeds:

oh, isn’t he a cocky one? she hadn’t even realized that a grin formed. now that it was mentioned, of course she took notice. she stops it, for the simple fact that she didn’t want his ego to grow even more. ❛ no, i’m used to it. ❜ it’s then that she realizes that he might question her. after all, someone saying they’re used to blood is a bit of an odd statement. she has to make an additional statement. ❛ i mean, i do something like that too. i get it. ❜ her jaw pops out of place forming a terrible underbite similar to that of a piranha all whilst legs conjoin in a grotesque manner. not to mention the scales, oh how those scales hurt & formed like boils on the skin. he doesn’t need the details, does he? she watches him, watching as he ran in search of his clothes. truthfully, she’d much prefer it if he kept the clothes off. it’s cold though so it makes sense that he wants to find his clothes. wet, brown hair is pulled beyond her back beyond her ear as she debates his question. ❛ i don’t know. i didn’t really have a plan. ❜ honestly, she didn’t expect him to stay around without her trying to persuade him. this is going easier than she had expected.

“Used to it?” he repeated, his voice was obviously confused, “why would you be used to it? I mean, you do smell... otherworldly but I wouldn’t peg you for the bloody kind” he stated, going through the creatures that he knew of in his head because he was growing more and more curious on what she was. It didn’t seem like she was going to tell him any time soon, though. So, he’d wait. Or he’d kill. Whichever came first. He was a bit annoyed that she didn’t know where to go next. “There’s hunters out there, like you said. You said there’s a bunch and you had me shift back to a human so we can hide. And you don’t have a place we can go to?” he complained, groaning loudly afterwards and scratched the back of his damp head. He snapped his fingers when an idea formed in his mind, “lets go to my auto shop. It’s a bit out of town but I got my bike here with me. Do you want to hide or not?” he asked. “Hunters don’t give a fuck if we look human or not. They know what we are.”

#decayeds: human pearl #( v. main. )

hey everyone!!! sorry i’ve been absent, i’ve been busy doing things but i’m doing replies tonight! :D

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indie oc roleplay. 18+ material. written by raquel ( + )

i'll be over here writing bios since i'm too tired to do anything else!

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moonqn

#( ❝ i can't change. ❞ | about dylan. )

look at me i did some replies!!

#ooc #so proud of me

bwritesxx:

Shit. At this point, Sierra wasn’t sure if it was the universe that got the blame for being against them, or herself. The epitome of self-destruction; she never meant to fuck up her relationships - and yet, she always found a way. “No. Dylan… Please. Please just - just let me explain.” The brunette was shaking, terrified that this was going to be the end of them. “Things are better, I promise. I’m better.” She was less selfish now, wasn’t she? All her life, she’d been putting herself first, only relying on herself and pushing everyone to the point of no return. But she’d managed to keep him. Until now. She stepped closer, a hand going to his cheek, hoping he wouldn’t push her away. “I didn’t sleep with him, I swear. Whoever told you - they got it wrong, Dylan.” She swallowed, looking down as she let out a soft breath, tears forming in her eyes. “We… we kissed. He kissed me, I kissed back for like, fuck - point five of a second, but that’s it. I pushed him away. I was drunk. I swear that it didn’t mean a thing.”

Dylan looked down as she tried to explain herself, letting his thoughts of self-pity rush through his mind rapidly. Honestly, he didn’t know what to think. First, everything was going so well for them and then the next, he heard from some random guy in his auto shop that she had slept with someone else. Did he really mean that less to him? He felt her hand touch his cheek and for a moment, he didn’t push her away. He welcomed her familiar touch, letting it linger as she continued to speak about the situation. “If it didn’t mean anything, then why did you do it?” he asked, even though she had already given him a reason. And that’s when he pushed her hand off of his face, stepping back and letting himself shed a few tears in utter heartbreak. “Why, Sierra!?” he shouted, not necessarily at her but at the situation itself. “You know what I’ve been through with my ex-wife. How could you?” his voice cracked meekly.

#of course!#[chants] angst angst angst #bwritesxx #( v. main. )

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