MOTHER MOON / QUEEN WOLF .

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 .

[queenwolf-blogs]

              what shot through me like a rifle was a REVIVAL .

#QUEENWOLF    //    anti-canon allison argent    //    by RIO

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[vohvk]

am i here ? no but i do want to say that today marks @queenwolf and i’s 4th anniversary and rio has been putting up with me for four full years now and i am just so violently grateful to have her ? and know her ? and call her my friend ? rio i love u !!!! i am gross and annoying and sappy and u love me anyway there is nothing i wouldn’t do for u

[queenwolf-blogs]

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trash empress.#0310

[lesziye]

        when i think of forests i get stuck not on the robin eggs BUT ON THE FOX TEETH .

#LESZIYE    //    SLAVIC LORE BASED MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI    //    by RIO

[queenwolf-blogs]

hip stretch marks .. booty stretch marks … tummy stretch marks .. 

[weltenwellen]

But I am not sure what this self is. For the moment I seem to be busy tearing down what I was.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via weltenwellen)

[labradowrite]

       I’M ON YOUR SIDE, SCOTT.  /  I’M ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE.

[queenwolf-blogs]

☾  𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .

THERE IS NO PREY AND PREDATOR HERE    —    not to scott  ,     at least  ,     lest he consider himself the prey  .     allison is cupped in his hands  ,     and yet  ,     it is scott who feels caught  ,     cornered  .     he burns at the shiver of her  ,     the shudder  ,     the way she cuts off her words  ,     has to finish after a swallow  .     she is held under his touch  ,     but he swears it is the other way around  .     scott would crawl through broken glass for her  .     would fall to his knees for her  .     has  ,     has  .        ‘    i don’t think that’s fair  .    ’        soft is his apologetic whine  ,     even here  .     scott is the trail of his mouth further down her throat  ,     following that pretty trail of flush  ,     the shiver bumps  .     he shifts  ,     only slightly  ,     to better lean over her  .     this time  ,     the kiss to her skin is a little bit sharper  ,     draws flesh between his teeth as he passes another swipe of his thumb over the swell  .     and then  ,     a sweeter kiss to the underside of her jaw  .        ‘   i’d give you anything you wanted  .    ’

        THERE    IS    NO    POWER    play    here    after    all  .    allison    is    safe    to    be    anything    she    wants    to    be    when    it    is    just    the    two    of    them  :    predator    or    prey  ,    huntress    or    hunted  ,    hungered    for    or    hungry  .    allison  ,    too  ,    thinks    she    is    more    the    rabbit    with    the    sharp    of    his    teeth    at    her    jugular    and    so    it    is  ,    that    NO    WOLVES    at    all    take    up    vacancy    in    this    home    tonight  .    ❝    you    want    to    talk    about    fair  ?    ❞    breathless  ,    breathless  ,    is    this    humored    quip  ,    her    parted    lips    bow  -  released    into    an    airy    laugh  .    scott    will    feel    the    arch    of    her    back    away    from    his    chest  ,    but    her    flank    presses    to    his    fly    to    make    up    for    the    loss  .    allison    releases    his    hand    at    her    breast    in    favor    of    hooking    her    palm    around    the    back    of    his    neck  ,    sliding    her    fingers    into    the    curls    at    his    nape    and    tugging  ,    both    a    threat    and    a    demand  .    ❝    why    don’t    you    guess  ?    ❞

[vohvk]

              TELL ME     ,       WHO BURIED YOUR HEART IN THE DAMP SOIL               OF THE BACK - GARDEN             ?            TELL ME      ,        WHY               WON’T   YOU   FETCH   A   SPADE    AND    DIG    IT    UP          ? 

[8conned]

HELLRAISER: HELLBOUND HEARTS STARTERS

time to play.

you’ll have to excuse the diploë. (he/she/they) has quite execrable table manners.

will you go to (him/her/them), gladly?

i think it is some kind of game. a puzzle of sorts.

i could feel it’s fear and pain. it was beautiful.

and there was so much blood.

i think maybe, next time, i might try it with a person. i think that would be better, don’t you?

(she/he/they) enjoyed the pain. almost as much as i enjoyed hurting (him/her/them).

what have you dreamed?

i don’t dream!

it is why you’re here; because you possess… imagination.

surely you have needs.

you can’t offer me what i want.

all your power is derived from your lust; all desire is ignited by arousal. give in to your physical need and more.

perhaps it’s better for you to keep away from the thing after all.

you’re pathetic, look at you!

they told me you were hungry, so come and feast.

all the better to see you with.

until you learn to relish the pain of every bad thing you have ever done, you belong… nowhere.

i can’t kill you, but sometimes, that’s worse, isn’t it? not being able to die.

what is your pleasure?

your pain spoke to you. without pain, there is no growing.

and i have given you more pain than anyone can imagine.

may it bring you amusement.

why should i negotiate with you? i have everything. you have nothing.

you preside over an empire in decay.

oh, a believer? how cute. how naive.

as if that will save you.

i hired you to do this. it’s your job.

hell persists without your belief.

you’re scaring me. i don’t like being scared.

safety is not something to be taken for granted.

my word, there’s a sight for sore eyes.

so, you succumbed to temptation. i knew that you would.

do you know what you are asking of me?

do you know what will happen to you?

loved be pain. sanctified be pain. glorified be pain!

hell’s where all the fun people go.

you’re not the only one who’s killed somebody for that

you’ll get your time in hell.

as you promised? as i ordained. you could only obey.

defeat… sweet… juicy meat…

it may even pain me. oh, how i hope it does just that.

i hear everything. you know this.

see, it has the radical from sorrow, and from pleasure, and from pain: it is a construct, a configuration of all three.

i do not think there is such a word.

[unearthlydust]

ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS

[queenwolf-blogs]

☾  𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .

AT ALLISON’S APPROACH  ,     SCOTT IS A WOLF     in reverence  ,     like acknowledging rank  .    she is  ,     and always would be  ,     important  .     held high  .     he does not notice adelaide’s look  ,     nor if she notices the way he rises in his seat in acknowledgement  ,     the way he reaches hand out as if to help  .     there is nothing allison can’t handle  ,     and yet    —    scott just wants to be there  ,     a backing  ,     support  .     he murmurs his thanks for the dinner  ,     sweet  ,     but the move of him freezes at the story  .         ‘    wow  .    ’        awed  ,     still almost reverent  ,     silly  .        ‘    a dolphin    ?    i always wanted to be a dog  .    ’       there is a painfully lengthy pause from the werewolf  .        ‘    anyway  ,     you actually    —    ’        mouth stretches  ,     boyish  .        ‘    did you get away with it    ?    ’

        ADELAIDE    NOTICES  .    SHE    NOTICES    everything  .    she    notices    scott’s    dopey    eyes    and    allison’s    pink    nose  ,    and    the    way    they    circle    each    other    in    an    orbit    too    far    apart    to    be    acceptable  .    she    smiles    into    her    wineglass    again    knowingly    and    shakes    her    head    around    her    swallow  .    meanwhile  ,    allison    tsks    at    scott’s    rise  .    ❝    you’re    the    guest  ,    ❞    she    scolds  ,    batting    her    hand    lightly    at    his    fingers  .    the    serving    dish    is    hot  ,    pleasant    to    her    frigid    palm  ,    but    she    sets    it    in    front    of    him    and    pulls    her    touch    away    so    that    he    can    help    himself  .    as    she    turns  ,    scott    offers    his    white    flag    and    adelaide    chokes    on    another    sip    of    merlot    before    dissolving    into    a    fit    of    laughter  .    ❝    dream    come    true  ,    ❞    guffaws    the    matriarch  ,    patting    scott’s    hand    twice  .    ❝    he’s    making    fun    of    me  ,    ❞    allison    accuses    over    her    shoulder    as    she    goes    to    fetch    a    plate    of    warm    bread  ,    ❝    and    of    course    i    did  .    well  .    sort    of  .    i    made    it    to    the    beach  ,    but    my    dad    was    already    WAITING    for    me    there  .    ❞

[queenwolf-blogs]

☾  𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .

IT SOOTHES HIM  ,     ALTHOUGH HE HAD NOTHING TO worry over  ,     although he had not even been worried  .     when you are loved by the moon  ,     you feel it in all its glow  ,     in all its light  .     scott is no different  .     but this is appreciated  ,     calms some faraway nerves that perhaps perhaps perhaps he fumbled this  ,     stumbled  ,     somewhere  .     the only place he wants to be is here  ,     is right here  ,     pressed behind her  .     this is a tease he does not think he deserves  ,     but it’s also a gift  .     hot is his breath against her throat  ,     whine half  -  whispered from his own  .     a game  ,     a game he does not even want to play  ,     but it’s only festive if he does  ,     right    ?        ‘    are they  ,     mrs . mccall    ?    ’        he is a grin  ,     the slow drag of thumb over blanket  -  hidden bud  .     scott scrapes his stubble to her skin  ,     half  -  scents  .        ‘    really sorry  .    if you’d just tell me what you want    —    ’        here  ,     teeth a ghost to her skin  .     she is safe with this wolf  .        ‘   maybe you could help me be better  .    ’

        EVEN    ALPHAS    NEED    DIRECTION    .    even    alphas    need    praise    .    perhaps    especially    is    it    they    who    need    reassurances    .    allison    gives    hers    with    her    I    LOVE    YOU    ,    with    the    way    her    skin    warms    even    beneath    the    sheet    everywhere    he    touches    her    ,    with    the    hum    stuck    in    the    back    of    her    throat    .    it    breaks    into    a    wolf  -  rumble    of    her    own    ,    something    animal    and    wild    in    her    chest    as    feral    as    the    beast    in    his    .    ❝    i    don’t    know    ,    mr    .    mccall    ,    ❞    she    murmurs    so    to    keep    up    the    charade    ,    lest    he    hear    the    waver    in    her    voice    .    he’ll    hear    it    anyway    when    next    she    speaks    .    the    flush    of    her    cheeks    ,    over    her    nose    ,    slides    down    her    neck    and    dips    beneath    the    blanket    as    gooseflesh    breaks    out    across    her    skin    .    ❝    I’M  --    ❞    her    grip    on    the    back    of    his    hand    flexes    ,    tightens    ,    at    the    scrape    of    his    teeth    .    ❝    i’m    not    sure    you    deserve    any    tips    .    ❞

[queenwolf-blogs]

☾  𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .

HUMOR IS  SWEET PULL  ,     humor is relief  ,     it’s knowing that there is an argent out there besides allison that does not think scott is lacking  ,     or too  -  soft  ,     or terrible  .     at least  ,     he hopes  .        ‘    you mean she tried to    —    ’        voice is hushed    !    whispered to adelaide  .         ‘    okay  ,    uh    —    ’        louder  ,        now  .     he’s still smiling  .        ‘    where  ,     where was she   —    where were you trying to go    ?    ’

        ADELAIDE    IS    WATCHING    SCOTT    with    poorly    concealed    intrigue  .    this    might    suggest    a    threat  ,    if    she    were    anything    more    like    her    surname    suggests    she    ought    to    be  ,    but    it    is    simply    curiosity    that    curves    her    mouth  .    ❝    where    was    it    again  ,    marcheline  ?    ❞    the    amusement    her    aunt    turns    on    her    GOES    IGNORED    as    allison    joins    them    at    the    table    with    dinner  .    as    if    it    pains    her  ,    she    admits  ,    ❝    i    wanted    to    be    a    dolphin  .    so    i    thought    i’d    jump    into    the    atlantic  .    i    snuck    out    in    a    bathing    suit    and    everything  .    ❞

[queenwolf-blogs]

              what shot through me like a rifle was a REVIVAL .

#QUEENWOLF    //    anti-canon allison argent    //    by RIO