* ANIMAL / MAN.

(mobile only) ind. shapeshifter oc / beau mackenzie

[soracities]

I was wounded early and early I learned that wounds made me.

Adonis, from ‘Celebrating Childhood’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[shifterblood-blog]

CHARACTER  INTERVIEW  !   repost, don’t reblog.

NAME  :   beau jacob mackenzie.

NICKNAME  :   mack.

AGE  :   22

SPECIES  :  shapeshifter.

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY  :  lawful  /  neutral  /  CHAOTIC  /  GOOD  /  neutral  /  evil  /  true.

RELIGION  :  he was raised by parents who believed in god, heaven, hell, and the devil —- but even though he’d like to believe in all of that —- he doesn’t. he considers himself an atheist. especially since his parents called his ability “a gift from god to help keep their family from going hungry and keep a roof over their head”. they literally used to make him shift into a dog and bet on him in illegal fights.

SINS  :   GREED  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  ENVY  /  wrath

VIRTUES  :   chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  HUMILITY  /  KINDNESS  /  patience  /  JUSTICE

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE  :   his main goal is to try and transition into living the normal life of a twenty - two - year - old and not rely on his abilities for a source of income or stability. maybe even go to college one day…

KNOWN LANGUAGES  :   english.

SECRETS  :   he keeps his abilities a secret from most — the only people who know what he is were his parents.

SAVVIES  : he’s pretty good at playing the guitar and actually plays acoustic and attempts to sing songs he’s jotted down. his voice is soft and sounds better than he believes it does — but he hasn’t really opened up and shown anyone the music he has inside of him.

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD  :   scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  FIT  /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  AVERAGE.

HEIGHT  :  5′10

SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :   there’s a scar at the back of his head, starting above his hairline and ending below — hair doesn’t grow over it so it’s noticeable when his hair is buzzed in a shorter cut. it is one of many scars he has from his years of dog fighting. there are four long, deep scars along his side over his ribcage —- claw marks, also from dog fighting.

ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :    he has the power to shapeshift into any animal.

RESTRICTIONS  : he can only shift into an animal he has imprinted on, meaning he must see the animal in person and focus in on it before he can properly shift.

FAVORITES  !

FOOD  :   mack isn’t a picky eater in the slightest, and he definitely loves his meats. it doesn’t matter what kind — deer, beef, pork, duck, fish —- if it’s meat, he’s a happy camper.

DRINK  :   he can always go for an ice cold budweiser, but beer aside, he loves to drink just good, old fashioned, hydrating h2O.

PIZZA TOPPING  :   meat lovers.

COLOR  :    red.

MUSIC GENRE  :  he enjoys all kinds of music, but what he listens to usually depends on his mood at the time. he really likes the new music that sounds like halsey and russ.

BOOK GENRE  :    he doesn’t read much, but every time he has picked up a book and eventually finished it, it’s always been some kind of post - apocalyptic horror novel or something similar.

MOVIE GENRE  :    his two favorite genres couldn’t be more different ; stoner comedies and slashers.

SEASON  :   summer, for sure.

CURSE WORD  :   fuck. fuck is hands down his favorite curse word.

SCENT ( S )  :    pot being smoking out of a flavored ‘rillo, charcoal burning on a grill, his mother’s perfume, fresh lenons, lavender shampoo, coffee.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP  :   as much as he hates to admit it, he’s more of a bottom than he is a top. what can he say? he’s just naturally submissive.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :   he sings in the shower every time he takes a shower, because he always has spotify playing around the house.

LIKES BAD PUNS  :   isn’t it impossible not to automatically like bad puns??

TAGGED BY  :    #stolen

TAGGING  :    anyone really, just do it!!

[shifterblood-blog]

outofchara. pls HIT THE ❤ for a random starter from my sometimes furry son!! lengths may vary and i will get to them throughout the day. i gotta go to work in a couple of hours.

[bethisms]

shifterblood — mack

Heavy lids flutter open, meeting a brightness his pupils weren’t quite ready for, sending a sharp pulsation pounding through his brain. He winces at the sudden onset of a migraine, groaning a bit as he tries to move. His limbs are weak and his breathing his shallow —- he’s fatigued and hungry, dehydrated. There’s an ache in his leg where he was shot by some fucker trying to hunt him (in that “fucker’s” defense, Mack was taking the form of a deer at the time — just to outrun a herd of the undead), and he notices he’s lying on a cot of some sort, bandaged and clean. His naked body is covered with a thin, yet soft, blanket and a folded up outfit sits on the end of the cot seemingly for him.

That’s when he recalls what happened before he blacked out —- the blonde girl, the herd he had barely escaped and the hunter. But there was someone else, a threat to her. It seemed there was a person chasing her down as well, and the last thing Mack remembered was shifting into a wolf. Black fur stood on end, the deepest of guttural, bloodthirsty growls vibrating from his throat. Empty, darkened hues staring the enemy dead in the eyes, vicious teeth bared. The beast held a defensive stance between the girl and the man, and it took no time at all for him to back down. Mack doesn’t remember much after that, it becomes far too fuzzy. He knows he stumbled off, searing pain ripping through his leg before blacking out. He thought for sure he was going to bleed to death, “H—hello??” Mack’s voice is low and hesitant as he hones in on his surroundings. He’s got keen hearing and his muscles tense as he hears the falling of gentle footsteps outside of the door, “Who’s there?”

Things had gone from bad to weird. She’d gotten out of Grady, though she’d soon realized that one of them was chasing her. And then…. then she got saved by a wolf. A full on, real wolf. And then when she tried to follow the wolf, something she still doesn’t know why she did, there had just been a boy. A naked boy. Her mind had been racing with confusion, the girl unable to help thinking about the fact that it had been the first time she’d seen a boy naked. After noticing he was hurt she had managed to carry him back to a nearby house and, yes, she’d felt as awkward as you’d imagine.

She cant imagine how he would react when he woke up, but that was something she’d decided to wait and just improvise with. She’d bandaged him up, left him clothes and hoped for the best. A plan probably would’ve helped, but she didn’t have time for a plan before she heard his voice. Gentle footsteps make their way to the room she left him in, the girl pausing at the door. “Is it safe for me to open the door?” She doesn’t want to make things awkward, so she waits a moment before it opens. “I’m Beth.” Spoken with a gentle smile, though she knows that it’s an awkward situation. “I don’t know if those will fit, it’s just the best clothes I could find.”

[shifterblood-blog]

“That depends…. is it safe for me to let you open the door?” His brain is processing the many possible dangers of his current situation — had someone seen him shift? He isn’t sure where he is, or who is here with him, or why they helped him at all. But that voice —- it doesn’t sound threatening. In fact, it’s one of the most docile sounds he’s heard in a long time. And then the door opens, revealing the same blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl from before. His throat his dry, too dry to swallow the lump forming within it as his heart rate increases. He has no idea the events that brought him here, and what she’s seen — how much she knows, or if she’s a threat.

Making sure the blanket is covering himself, he gives the stack of clothes another glance and remains silent for a moment, almost dumbfounded and at a loss for anything to say. He has questions — but he isn’t sure how to ask them. He’s just gonna have to play it by ear, “I, uh… thanks,” he finally responds, hues lifting to meet her gaze, “…. I’m Mack, I — I’m sorry, I’m just not sure how I —” there’s a short pause as he glances at his surroundings before his eyes are once again trained on her, “— how I ended up here.. did you… did you bandage my leg?”

[bowshirt-deactivated20180524]

rpxmusings :

             if you’re gonna hit me, hit me  ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ                         cause you better  knock me out  the  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝  time

[shifterblood-blog]

outofchara. pls HIT THE ❤ for a random starter from my sometimes furry son!! lengths may vary and i will get to them throughout the day. i gotta go to work in a couple of hours.

[shifterblood-blog]

outofchara. sooooo does anyone know how to enable asks on mobile? i wanna be able to get asks but i can't figure this out. muurp.

[shifterblood-blog]

closed starter / @bethisms

Heavy lids flutter open, meeting a brightness his pupils weren’t quite ready for, sending a sharp pulsation pounding through his brain. He winces at the sudden onset of a migraine, groaning a bit as he tries to move. His limbs are weak and his breathing his shallow —- he’s fatigued and hungry, dehydrated. There’s an ache in his leg where he was shot by some fucker trying to hunt him (in that “fucker’s” defense, Mack was taking the form of a deer at the time — just to outrun a herd of the undead), and he notices he’s lying on a cot of some sort, bandaged and clean. His naked body is covered with a thin, yet soft, blanket and a folded up outfit sits on the end of the cot seemingly for him.

That’s when he recalls what happened before he blacked out —- the blonde girl, the herd he had barely escaped and the hunter. But there was someone else, a threat to her. It seemed there was a person chasing her down as well, and the last thing Mack remembered was shifting into a wolf. Black fur stood on end, the deepest of guttural, bloodthirsty growls vibrating from his throat. Empty, darkened hues staring the enemy dead in the eyes, vicious teeth bared. The beast held a defensive stance between the girl and the man, and it took no time at all for him to back down. Mack doesn’t remember much after that, it becomes far too fuzzy. He knows he stumbled off, searing pain ripping through his leg before blacking out. He thought for sure he was going to bleed to death, “H—hello??” Mack’s voice is low and hesitant as he hones in on his surroundings. He’s got keen hearing and his muscles tense as he hears the falling of gentle footsteps outside of the door, “Who’s there?”

[katelynsgnarlyblog]

Milk and honey, Rupi Kaur.

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[shifterblood-blog]

Mid-Party Sentence Starters (nsfw applies)

"DID YOU JUST SPILL YOUR DRINK ON ME!?"

"That one guy/girl over there was eyeing you! Don't be obvious"

"Shut up and dance with me, okay?"

"Is this seat taken? Sorry, this place is crowded"

"Oh no, I wanna go home already"

"I FUCKING HATE THEM ALL! THIS PARTY SUCKS, TOO!"

"Having the strong feeling I'll have to erase all my social networks in the morning"

"No, I wasn't planning on dancing to this with you but what the hell, right?"

"Could you do me a favor? Could you pretend you're my girlfriend/boyfriend for a moment?"

"Who... the fuck... invited...you?"

"Nothing much, I'm just sneaking alcohol into this place"

"Yeah, I got stuck in the toilet. I was avoiding confrontation"

"Oh, man. Is that the police? Who the hell sold us out?"

"I did, I called the cops. Don't blame me, DJ shouldn't have played that crap on loop"

"Do you think there is any room we can sneak in?"

"Guess what's between me and my party dress..."

"Party don't start till someone's mom crashes it"

"NO! I SAID NO PETS! WHY DID YOU BRING THE DOG?"

"Dude, they just threw someone out of a window"

"...Guess who just stole the host's expensive tequila!"

"WHAT!? I'M SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU, MUSIC'S TOO LOUD!"

"I bet you a hundred bucks we can fuck somewhere in this place and not get caught"

"Two beers, please!"

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you here..."

"Parties are not my thing"

"I swear, having this much fun should be illegal"

"What do you mean with 'this isn't a costume party'?"

"Wanna dance with me?"

"Best party ever!"

"Worst. Party. Ever"

[jcyton-deactivated20180219]

It seems that every time I ask if someone would be interested in a platonic plot, they’re not. So, if you don’t mind, please REBLOG THIS IF YOU WILL DO PLATONIC THREADS/1X1S !!

[mitchrapc]

[osavior-archived-deactivated201]

slides the dash $2 …….. ship with me

[shifterblood-blog]

CHARACTER  INTERVIEW  !   repost, don’t reblog.

NAME  :   beau jacob mackenzie.

NICKNAME  :   mack.

AGE  :   22

SPECIES  :  shapeshifter.

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY  :  lawful  /  neutral  /  CHAOTIC  /  GOOD  /  neutral  /  evil  /  true.

RELIGION  :  he was raised by parents who believed in god, heaven, hell, and the devil —- but even though he’d like to believe in all of that —- he doesn’t. he considers himself an atheist. especially since his parents called his ability “a gift from god to help keep their family from going hungry and keep a roof over their head”. they literally used to make him shift into a dog and bet on him in illegal fights.

SINS  :   GREED  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  ENVY  /  wrath

VIRTUES  :   chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  HUMILITY  /  KINDNESS  /  patience  /  JUSTICE

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE  :   his main goal is to try and transition into living the normal life of a twenty - two - year - old and not rely on his abilities for a source of income or stability. maybe even go to college one day…

KNOWN LANGUAGES  :   english.

SECRETS  :   he keeps his abilities a secret from most — the only people who know what he is were his parents.

SAVVIES  : he’s pretty good at playing the guitar and actually plays acoustic and attempts to sing songs he’s jotted down. his voice is soft and sounds better than he believes it does — but he hasn’t really opened up and shown anyone the music he has inside of him.

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD  :   scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  FIT  /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  AVERAGE.

HEIGHT  :  5′10

SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :   there’s a scar at the back of his head, starting above his hairline and ending below — hair doesn’t grow over it so it’s noticeable when his hair is buzzed in a shorter cut. it is one of many scars he has from his years of dog fighting. there are four long, deep scars along his side over his ribcage —- claw marks, also from dog fighting.

ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :    he has the power to shapeshift into any animal.

RESTRICTIONS  : he can only shift into an animal he has imprinted on, meaning he must see the animal in person and focus in on it before he can properly shift.

FAVORITES  !

FOOD  :   mack isn’t a picky eater in the slightest, and he definitely loves his meats. it doesn’t matter what kind — deer, beef, pork, duck, fish —- if it’s meat, he’s a happy camper.

DRINK  :   he can always go for an ice cold budweiser, but beer aside, he loves to drink just good, old fashioned, hydrating h2O.

PIZZA TOPPING  :   meat lovers.

COLOR  :    red.

MUSIC GENRE  :  he enjoys all kinds of music, but what he listens to usually depends on his mood at the time. he really likes the new music that sounds like halsey and russ.

BOOK GENRE  :    he doesn’t read much, but every time he has picked up a book and eventually finished it, it’s always been some kind of post - apocalyptic horror novel or something similar.

MOVIE GENRE  :    his two favorite genres couldn’t be more different ; stoner comedies and slashers.

SEASON  :   summer, for sure.

CURSE WORD  :   fuck. fuck is hands down his favorite curse word.

SCENT ( S )  :    pot being smoking out of a flavored ‘rillo, charcoal burning on a grill, his mother’s perfume, fresh lenons, lavender shampoo, coffee.

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP  :   as much as he hates to admit it, he’s more of a bottom than he is a top. what can he say? he’s just naturally submissive.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :   he sings in the shower every time he takes a shower, because he always has spotify playing around the house.

LIKES BAD PUNS  :   isn’t it impossible not to automatically like bad puns??

TAGGED BY  :    #stolen

TAGGING  :    anyone really, just do it!!