art blog(derogatory)
Janaina Medeiros
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor
shark vs the universe
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
almost home
occasionally subtle
blake kathryn
Product Placement
RMH
roma★
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
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wallacepolsom
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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@savageenergy
deucalionsdarcy:
”Fuck off, Malia. Why are you here right now? It’s obviously not to make friends. You’re not doing very well at that, considering the only person that actually likes you is Stiles.”
❝ I was just trying to help. I thought you'd want to know when you're wearing something that makes it easier for someone to grab you and kill you. ❞
Ah, animalistic instincts. There they are.
atrxcitas:
“——— I don’t think I want to share that.”
Or he does, really, but so far only b a d has come of sharing information as personal as such. Need Kane remind himself of the pickle he got into with Jude— that being the last of fifty others before him? Nah, he’ll go with a no on that one.
❝ Why not? ❞
The imposition of the answer itself would not have put her in a state of delayed speech had it not been for the distinct pleasure of smirk accompanying it, one so easily perceived as purposeful. Sympathy is another vice which can be pinpointed as a weakness of faltering emotional capacity that often overshadows reason in circumstances similar to these.
deucalionsdarcy:
“Oblivious. Just oblivious.”
❝ Considering you're wearing a shirt that's three sizes too big for you someone else could probably say the same thing. ❞
liberxting:
❛ i’m a little confused ; if you’re a were-coyote, then who in your family did you get that gene from, when they’re all human?❜
❝ — I'm sorry, do I even know you? ❞
Circumstances as this are great indicators of newly adaptive self-control. It would only take a split second to send the foreign crippling, the average jab allotting a time of space typically less than half a second. In fact, a twitch of knee is all it would require to reach freedom— hips are vulnerable areas. Howbeit, for now, she'll fight the urge.
deucalionsdarcy:
”Jesus Christ, you’re… It’s in fashion.”
❝ No, go ahead. I'm what? ❞
atrxcitas:
“Nah, I wouldn’t go as far as to call it that.”
In being scrutinised like he is, Kane’s eyebrows furrow and crease his forehead behind the stray hair that overlaps it. Hands find the insides of his leather jacket’s pockets, weight shifting to his right leg in doing so.
“I feel like you’ve got somethin’ to say.”
❝ What are you? ❞
If she looks abruptly lax, it’s because all of a sudden, she is. Maybe it’s the realization that the existent of tortured souls other than herself is only a hand's length away from finding it's way into the life of her own, or maybe the dip in posture correlates directly with the slight ease in their conversation— having lead to a significantly more tolerable pause than only seconds before.
deucalionsdarcy:
”Sweetheart, you lived as a coyote for eight years. I don’t need your opinion. — It’s baggy for a reason.”
❝ And w h a t reason is that? ❞
atrxcitas:
“What?”
The existence of manners escapes Kane entirely, once again—— let alone the application of polite behaviour. He’ll likely applaud himself for it later in the day.
❝ I just wanted to say hi. — Is that a problem? ❞
Her head tips slightly as a dip to her visage, if only momentarily contemplating the odds of success in moving forward. It serves as a fine method of the classic 'once-over' as delicate fingers curl inward upon a lazy palm.
deucalionsdarcy:
“And I’m supposed to value your opinion? We’re not friends.”
❝ But don't you want to know when you look bad? ❞
deucalionsdarcy:
”That’s the idea.”
❝ It's not exactly flattering for your shape. — ...Is it? ❞
The rules of the fashion world don't exactly apply to feral werecoyotes. Ten bucks says she's pulling the opinions out of her ass. It's a shot in the dark.
❝ Hey! ❞
Far be it from Malia to pass up an opportunity of foreign social interaction, regardless of potential animosity. The terrain is rough, the road albeit rocky, but nonetheless perseverance is key. It's what keeps you from being eaten. What makes you the predator.
❝ That looks way too big on you. ❞