#aduroxrabidus

[asthmatiicalpha]

            x. || @aduroxrabidus .

                    ❛ for once, you’re not my biggest problem. actually       i was hoping to get your help. ❜

[betaintraining]

aduroxrabidus if you’re alright with it, I’d like to drop this thread. I feel like it’s reached most of it’s excitement and we have other threads I’m much more interested in pursuing atm. If you wanted to do more with it I’m open to the suggestion.

[littlebrokensurvivor]

“Hey Uncle Pete,” she greeted, plopping down in the living room she once saw burn to nothing more than scattered wood and ashes. Cora bit down on her lip as she curled against the older wolf, not caring too much if the rest of her family... how odd was it to think of the rest of her family so easily, found her attitude odd. She couldn’t bring up her struggles up now in the house, needing to wait till they found privacy away from prying ears. She knew words didn’t need to be said and that her feelings would be understood. “I want things to be this way forever.”

[coyotehalearchive-blog]

aduroxrabidus yes but an au where peter became an alpha just to get malia back

[gxniius]

( aduroxrabidus​ )

If someone had asked her how she saw herself in five years, Lydia Martin would have never thought of this. With her father running away from home and her mother falling into depression, the strawberry blonde had to find some new ways to survive. L.A was a city that swallowed you whole if you didn’t have the sufficient means and Lydia refused to end up on the streets. 

So there she stood now, all expensive lingerie and heels covered by a simple coat. She was styled as a queen although she was far from that. The business, and her position in it, had allowed her to indulge herself in fashion. After all, the strawberry blonde needed to look her best if she was planning on being the arm-candy of important business men.

             ❛ Mr. Hale, is it? I’m Lydia Martin.                I believe you-- called for me. ❜

[thesilverlacedlupine]

Continued from HERE with aduroxrabidus

Isabelle’s brows raise in surprise for a moment. She shouldn’t be, surprised that is, her father’s ever the unpredictable man but she is none the less. She hadn’t expected him to take her up on the suggestion, “Alright. Dare I ask what we’ll hunt?”

[betaintraining]

"My neighbour’s relative got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment AU." 

Isaac was laying on the coach the day of the incident. He was on his laptop watching a new video. The last thing he was expecting to happen to his apartment was,

- B A N G.

Isaac shot off the couch, his laptop falling to the ground with a clatter. Isaac looked around wildly for a threat, quickly zoning in on the now open door. “... the hell?” he breathed.

[fragilebanshee-blog]

The Purge AU || + aduroxrabidus

aduroxrabidus

It’d been the day of the Purge, and Lydia was actually terrified. Sure this wasn’t the first one in her life time, but she was always fucking terrified of the purge when it came time to actually do it. So it landed her on edge the entire day, and anyone who knew Lydia, knew a frazzled edgy Lydia, was not a good Lydia.

        But like any other person who didn’t partake in the ‘festive’ nature of going completely nuts the night of the purge, the young red head had shot her way down town to pick up some last minute supplies, simple things like food and flashlights and silly things like books to read or little things she could occupy herself with. She knew she needed pencils and paper because she’d run out of stuff for drawing or painting back at the house, which is usually what she tended to do to calm herself down.

       However tonight was nothing like any other normal night. Lydia’s car had broken down somewhere between downtown and her house, unfortunately it was a long ways away from her house, and it stranded her outside, running down the street in hopes that she would get home before the Purge started, but when the sirens blared, she knew it was too late. Dread struck her body and nearly knocked the breath out of her as she stared wide eyed at the people that were around her. There were very few people still out, only the ones still participating now, and she was sure the further she went, the more she’d see, but she wasn’t going to stick around and see what the group of guys in weird masks were planning on doing to her, and quickly took off again.

          The next time she actually encountered anyone, it was during the sounds of gunshots. She nearly started crying at the sound but the moment that a bullet whizzed by her face, she let out a scream and ducked herself behind some trash cans, pressing her back against it and taking in shaky breaths. She just wanted to be home. She wanted to be home, in the warmth of her safe haven, where she could read, and hide in her room, and paint or draw to her hearts content, where fucking bullets weren’t trying to take her out.

       “Oh my god..”