{{ ☣ — slave to the moon. }}

there were two kinds of monsters the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head she could fight the first but the second was more dangerous, it was always always always a step ahead.

[ryanswifts]

brvnas:

how many paintings on the wall was too many? well, according to ryan, the number does not exist, and she is not about to complain about it – it was going to be her place, as well, so why would she even begin to pick at things of the smallest matter, like that? instead, she knitted her brows together, looking over at her girlfriend as if she’s the most difficult puzzle ever known to a man, “— babe?” the wolf finally called out, “i don’t think you’ve sat down since we got here, so…” patting the spot on the couch right near her, bruna offered a gentle, sort of apologetic smile “seriously. just… come here and stop prancing around like you’ve got d-batteries up your ass.”

      ryan attempts to ignore bruna for as long as she can while she fixes the canvas she’s currently hanging, but that last babe grabs her attention and she turns, blinking at her as if suddenly surprised she’s actually there. “can you blame me? this place was bare - bare ass naked and there’s no way i’m living in a dull apartment,” she manages a small laugh. though she doubts any place that has bruna diaz in it can be classed as dull. “i just wanted to get everything finished. you know, make it ours,” she replies as she makes her way over, finally joining her girlfriend on the couch. “--- we should probably paint the walls a different colour.”

[ryanswifts]

chesskyforth:

           ❝ i am both shocked and appalled ye’ would ever think i’d do a thing wrong ! ❞ his act only lasts a few seconds before his smirk comes back and hands her a beer. ❝ i’ll leave it as a surprise. no point in buttering you up with beer if i just give away what i’ve done before letting you drink any. ❞

      “i am talking to chester skyforth, right? when is he ever innocent?” she quips. then again, can she really speak when she herself isn’t exactly the virgin mary when it comes to behaving. “should i be concerned that whatever you’ve done is in this beer?” she then asks, the trademark raise of a brow appearing once more. “you know i’ll just kick your ass, hm?”

[ryanswifts]

xanderashborn:

STARTER CALL - @therixnthropic

          getting use to heightened senses to such a degree as this was proving difficult for the new werecat. he stops mid conversation, brows furrowing.  ❝ can you hear an ice-cream truck ?? ❞ but then his gaze snaps elsewhere and his eyes flash.  ❝ and dogs ?? but i don’t see either… how do you guys do this ?! ❞

      “you learn to tune it out eventually,” ryan mumbles in reply. there’s still moments where she wakes up in the middle of the night after hearing something a block or two away; the sound of a stray cat, a kicked bottle - generic sounds that would pass by unnoticed by those without their heightened sense of hearing, yet... it’s the generic that ryan yearns for. she practically misses the days where the only heightened hearing she would have would be that given after drawing a specific rune. now it’s a constant. “focus on what’s in front of you, not what you can’t see.”

[ryanswifts]

chesskyforth:

STARTER CALL - @therixnthropic

          ❝ i brought beer, that automatically means you can’t be mad at me. it’s the rules. ❞ he holds up the six pack in his hand and shakes it a little.  

      “music to my ears,” ryan responds almost immediately. “i’m guessing you’ve done something that i’d be mad at so you’re getting out in front of it with the beer and the sucking up? what’d you do, skyforth?” she arches a brow as she extends a hand for one of the bottles.

[ryanswifts]

brvnas:

“— once in a blue moon, yeah.” idiot. but, there was nothing wrong with at least attempting to lighten up the mood, right? safe to say, bruna was not in the mood for crying tonight, but she still had a feeling that might happen anyway, much to her dismay, of course. “i am pretty sure that even a mundane would be able to smell that amount of food within a ten mile radius, but hey – it’s not a cake!” she pointed out, for no reason. at the mention of change, bruna could only do so much as let her shoulders raise up and down in a nonchalant matter. it was her hair, and she could do whatever she wanted with it, it wouldn’t make bruna like her less. “do i what now? i have never said such a thing, let alone thought of it! god, woman! — i…” she paused, walking closer to the couch before setting down the bags right next to it. putting on her best mock offence face on, the wolf then sat down, leaning in a bit too close to ryan, “i’m just so used to seeing you in dark hair, but… i like it, actually. it’s different, but it suits you, and i have no idea how the fuck are you able to pull any look so effortlessly – like, fuckin’ hell, man.” spoken like a true wordsmith, bruna’s smile could only widen as she described whatever she was thinking at the moment, “it’s cute.”

      “you’re hilarious,” ryan mumbles. “you do realise it’s only ever the two of us that eat here? i think we need to teach you portion control or, at least, to not buy the store out of food with one purchase.” despite that sounding like she’s complaining, she’s really not. her appetite is just as big as bruna’s, maybe even more so, so she always appreciates when the other brings over food. she just... doesn’t really know how to express that right now. “i’m sure you’ll find reason to get a cake at some point, i’d just rather not be it here -- feel free to eat one later on in honour of me or whatever,” she waves a hand. it’s days like these that she wishes she could be positive; to be able to put a smile on her face and pretend that everything is fine, that she’s just a woman now in her late twenties with a girlfriend that she adores and quite possibly even loves. she wants so much to grasp at that and focus on that, but every single year, without fail, the darkness creeps in and she has no other option but to sink to her knees and allow it room in her thoughts. she’s not strong enough to fight it, and she sure as hell doesn’t even know where to start even if she wanted to. “i just wanted to know your opinion,” ryan, for some reason, defends her own choice of question as she watches her girlfriend’s movements with a confused expression seeping into her features. for some reason, what bruna thought is important to her, and the last thing she wants is for a decision made of impulse to put them at odds. “--- really?”

[ryanswifts]

trcnsfcrmative:

@therixnthropic

     “i came bearing the gift of tacos and beer. and my glorious presence. so move your ass over and make room-” rory orders, dumping the paper bags of ( mostly ) hot mexican and ice cold beer on the coffee table. 

      “i’ll take the beer,” ryan looks up from her laptop and makes grabby hands at one of the bottles. “i’m surprised you remember i exist at this point,” she then mutters, though the comment is soon followed by her clearing space for the other werewolf to sit.

[ryanswifts]

brvnas:

“i don’t, but i think you still would wanna kick my ass, all day, everyday,” she replied, playing up the act of hiding the large carrier bags, filled with takeout behind her own frame. “but, uh… i believe that i am in the wrong apartment – the last time i’ve checked, my girlfriend wasn’t blonde…” the mechanic pointed out, trailing off as she let a gentle smile appear on her features. it was a surprise, a good one, but she supposed that making any further comments on that matter would only make things worse. she may have had an inkling that ryan hated birthdays, and whatever entailed them, but that didn’t really stop her from wanting to be around that day. “— come on, though! don’t make me eat all of this alone. you know i can and will do it if you don’t want it.”

      ryan’s lips lift ever so slightly, finding a small piece of humour in the woman’s words. however, she could spend hours on end claiming she would do such a thing but, at the end of the day, she’s more likely to hug her than anything else. “you do realise i’m a werewolf, right?” she says the word with such unchecked venom. “i can smell the food, you don’t have to hide it.” thankfully, no cake. ryan isn’t in a celebratory mood, and the presence of something that screams that? no thanks. “i figured it was time for a change,” she shrugs, casually leaving out the part where she had a minor meltdown followed by several bottles of beer that in no way provided the buzz that she needed, only to find herself bowing over the edge of her bath with a dye-it-yourself hair kit. she’s not exactly known for making the best of decisions during this time of year. “--- do you not like it?” she finally turns and looks at bruna, a searching expression upon her face. normally she doesn’t care for another’s opinion, but this is bruna and ryan has come to trust and want her opinions. without answering, ryan starts to move the invoices and piles of emails to the floor so that the small coffee table and couch had enough room for both bruna and the food, silently inviting her over to join.

[astrangejourney]

[ryanswifts]

      birthdays have never been something that comforts ryan. in fact, they do the exact opposite. for ryan, it’s a reminder that she’s had another year spent as a monster, and will have another and another after that. it’s hard to be positive with that in mind, and it’s what kept her apart from the rest on the actual day. curled up on her couch with invoices and emails from her own business, she’s lost in her consuming thoughts when the door opens. “if you so much as have a cake with you, i’ll kick your ass,” she mutters, not even bothering to look up from the papers.

STARTER FOR: @brvnas

[ryanswifts]

i slept from 12pm to 3.30am and then 4am to 10.30am but the good news ?? I’M NOW FREE FROM DUMB WAKING NIGHT SHIFTS OFJAERF !!

in other news, ryan is now a blonde you can blame dilan for this !!

[ryanswifts]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY !!

[hismami]

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@brvnas

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alexravennight:

frankiegonzales:

psa: just letting y’all know dilan is cancelled. thanks 4 coming to my tedtalk

this just in: ivy is even more cancelled.

both y’all are cancelled

[ryanswifts]

ya girl is back to be a burden on y’all once more !! i may be a little slow for now because guess who hasn’t slept the last couple of nights (spoiler alert: it’s me, and it’ll be me this entire week because got a lot of stuff going on then three waking night shifts in a row at the tail end smh) but yeah... hi !!

[ryanswifts]

brvnas:

“ay, well… i figured that me calling you beautiful all the time will get repetitive after some time, so i tried something new – did it work?” as if seeing that ryan was visibly blushing wasn’t enough, she had to ask if it was even remotely worth attempting to use new descriptors for her looks, and her entire being. the wolf may have not had the best skills when it was coming to expressing herself, but that didn’t stop her from trying to make the other feel special; after all, it was what she deserved. even if she, herself, wasn’t thinking that quite yet. “— that is not my fault. you’re fucking short, so…” and back to a daily scheduled assholery with bruna. “there’s… a whole lot to unpack here, and i don’t think i am quite up for that yet. – i mean, me? wearing bright colours? uh, sorry, but that shit won’t fly,” well, at least not with a little bit of convincing, mixed with an irresistible frown, that is. “but, i might actually just steal that dark green shirt of yours – that is the only colour i am willing to wear, seriously.”

she could only do so much as nod at the moment – of course. she should have remembered that. she doesn’t feel bad about it, but bruna still thinks that making her girlfriend do something that could make her potentially feel like she’s out of her comfort zone was making her insides twist and turn, regretting everything almost immediately, “sure thing. take as much time as you need – it’s fine,” she murmured, letting a gentle smile make its appearance on her slightly dry lips. “it… yeah. how did you know it was exactly what i was asking for?” bruna then spoke up once more, taking a step backwards as she took ryan’s hand in both of her own, “let’s just… do this? i mean… i sure hope you’re prepared to see me go full-on nerd mode the second i open up the hood…”

      “it... worked, yeah,” she nods slowly. ryan doesn’t exactly know how to handle compliments on the best of days so hearing them from bruna has her balancing between being uncomfortable and endearment. if this had been anyone else she probably would have bolted by now, yet here she is; practically a muddle of awkward on the floor. “i swear, if you make even one short joke right now i’ll throw a spanner at your head,” she grumbles, though it’s obvious that it’s all in jest. though, to be fair, ryan has thrown many an object at bruna for bringing up her... lack of height. “all i’m hearing is that wasn’t a no to the badges,” the irish wolf then points out, a slight smirk tugging the corner of her lips. “i can see you in a muted yellow, maybe? or even pastel blue. maybe you should dig through my wardrobe and pick something that tickles your pickle,” she then continues, laughing at her own joke. she leans in and places a soft kiss just below the cuban’s ear. “i was thinking more along the lines of light green,  but i think i can settle for dark green because i know it’ll look fuckin’ great on you. it’s actually unfair,” she grumbles. god, she’s too beautiful.

      “it’s not that i don’t want to show you, it’s just... i’m weird,” she flaps her hands through the air as if that would explain everything. she would want nothing more than to invite in to see her works and, despite showing her the odd one here and there, she’s never shown the ones that she had given her whole heart and soul to. those pieces of art - the ones that helped her cope when nothing else would. those are the pieces that she has trouble letting others see. she lifts a hand and gently caresses the woman’s jawline with her thumb, smiling softly. “i’ll work on it... promise,” she mumbles. “because i know you?” she then shrugs, dropping her hand back down, though she soon finds her hands preoccupied with bruna’s. “a hot woman fixing a car? babe, who on this fuckin’ earth would have a problem with that? i’m ready when you are.”

[ryanswifts]

i’ve been super not so duper ill for the past week and my concentration and ability to write have been non-existent but i’ve been asleep since i got back to church and i’m taking a break from being human for a bit to watch something so will try and do some stuff for that duration - really sorry that i’m being crappy with replies again asdfghjkl

[memewhore]