#gaydemonwolf

[ireallymisscoffee]

@gaydemonwolf

"ellie." voice stern, reprimanding - like he had to be with her, always. she still never listened, which was incredibly exhausting. why did this kid have to be so difficult? the past two days she'd been on him, complaining she was hungry, which she was all the damn time. but joel .. out of the kindness of his heart, gave in. it was dangerous, very dangerous - especially since he was alone in this, with no back-up, but with the rest of town cleared or too crowded by infected, he'd had only few options.

maybe they'd get lucky. some towns had been overrun so fast that the stores were still stocked - so while joel doubted they'd be finding masses, he was hoping they might get lucky to find at least something edible. he was a good hunter, but in formerly heavily populated areas finding any game was difficult.

"what did i just say?"

"flashlight out & stay close. i know, i know. there's nobody here, joel. see?" she kicked an empty box along the floor, silence was the only answer.

"ellie." the roll of his eyes sounded in his voice & once again, joel regretted jumping on the chance to get a truck, because if he'd taken the time to think it through, he wouldn't be stuck with her. she was also talking, constantly. either to herself, or him & he just wanted the usual silence back.

they made their way in through the front, flashlights the only source of light. yes, he'd chosen to go in the night for the extra cover. "you know what to look for?"

"yes, joel. i know. you told me like fifty times." she was huffing like he had personally offended her.

what they were looking for, mostly - was cans. maybe clothes, if lucky - or utensils, weapons. anything really. joel was taking his time making his way through, kicking empty boxes with his feet. he found some things they needed, which was something. shoe laces, a few knives, gloves for ellie, a pair of shoes (for her, sadly - not for him, his were wearing down fast).

ellie had, as per usual, strayed from his side, but joel had been busy throwing everything he could find into his pack that he only realized when he heard her yell.

"jackpot!" she laughed & he could hear her grin. food then?

"ellie!" where the fuck did she run off to this time? "ellie?"

"over here, joel. you won't believe this. someone did all the work for us." he could hear the excitement in her voice, but to him... alarm bells. someone else? gun out, he made his way towards her, panic rising when he, once again, heard her yell.

"holy shit! what the fuck, dude?! uhhhh, joel...?"

he made it over just in time to find her & someone else - with a gun, too who was most likely the owner of said ... jackpot of canned foods.

"easy.... easy. we don't want any trouble, okay? ellie, c'mon. we're gonna go."

"but.. joel." she wanted the food, he knew, but they did not have the upper hand in this. she was at gunpoint & he wasn't going to risk her eating a bullet.

"ellie."

"alright, alright.... i'm going... okay? see?" slow, slow steps. "no need to shoot."

[codexargentum]

@gaydemonwolf​ || as thrown your way hehe

it’d been rather quiet in beacon hills after the horsemen, after almost not escaping certain death. chris hadn’t minded too much. yes, being busy kept the grief at bay, but he was also not getting younger & the constant threat of death hanging over his head didn’t help. he still hunted, he still protected beacon hills, he still lived in the empty shell of an apartment allison & chris had moved into after they’d lost victoria. 

he’d packed everything in boxes, sure he’d leave after losing allison, but he just never had the time for it. at this point he wasn’t sure he wanted to live elsewhere anymore. this is where he lost his girls, it was where his heart was, shattered & broken, but nonetheless throbbing with grief every day. 

besides, he’d spent a good portion of his teenage years here - if he could even call them that. gerard had been worse than a drill sergeant & the only actual good memory he had of that time was that of a wolf. worst mistake he ever made, really, but at the end of the day just one of many he’d come to regret. 

rumors were starting to pick up, but for the longest time (it was a day at best), chris chose not to believe them until he investigated. apparently someone was sleeping in the old hale mansion. it was supposed to get replaced, the contracts had been signed & it would’ve been flattened, but someone stopped it, so it sat motionless for years again. 

it was not a full moon night, or chris wouldn’t be out here in the middle of it, trying to find out who may or may not be living in the old, burnt house of the hales. gun drawn just in case - the woods were a dangerous place after all, he stood still when he heard a noise inside. “couldn’t find a better place to crash?” he called out, not sure if he’d end up talking to a rat, or something else that settled into the house, but .. if it was human... esque, he might get an answer that way. 

[thisisgucci]

another club, another friday night & hopefully another desperate guy thirsting for attention. the last one had turned out bark, but hardly any bite - no money for the taking. pretense was an issue on both sides in many cases, but damien was getting the hang of spotting the right guys. he’d been doing this for .. way too long, but he drove a fantastic car & dressed in gucci, so it wasn’t like his efforts didn’t pay off.

he was scouting for possible targets, letting his eyes roam available men - some were clearly too handsome to be falling for his act, he tended to stay away from those - he didn’t have time to waste, did he? he spent months on one guy, it better pay off.

smiles, he got a lot. he knew he looked good, he worked hard for that body, ate healthy & took care of himself, but .. this wasn’t the audience he thought he’d end up doing it for, honestly. he had no choice. it was too lucrative to let go. he was doing a round, showing off his assets to the men present, when one put a hand against his arm & held him in place very gently. got you.

turned to him, he was a little surprised, but also not really. handsome man, probably, definitely too handsome for his plans - or was he? alone on gay night in a club? sounded pretty desperate.

“hi.” lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile for a split second, his tongue working on wetting his bottom lip. “good taste.” which could mean a whole lot, his outfit, his choice in men clearly, in clubs, in drinks. it was perfect.

[triviakinged]

it wasn’t all that often that he had an early afternoon to himself, but he did have to do his grocery shopping some time & robert promised he could deal with the shop on his own for a few hours, so he went out. life was almost back to normal, the same old life he’d led for many, many years. it wasn’t boring, though - it was the life he chose. it was a good life, simple but good. he had family. what else could he want, right? a soulmate, probably, but he was starting to think that won’t happen. he kept trying & he kept thinking that maybe he found it finally & then reality came crashing down on him. ben finished him off. time for a break, time to find his bearings.

he was calm, roaming the isles to grab all his necessities, his arms full & regret definitely settling as he should’ve grabbed a cart or basket, but he didn’t plan to grab as much. he had to make his way back home soon, too, so that was whirling in his head & then he was trying to think of dinner & what else he could need, which led to an unfortunate clash. his items tumbled to the floor, he bumped into a shelf behind him, holding himself up with an arm in-between boxes of tea. “shit, i’m so sorry.”

[thisisgucci-a]

@gaydemonwolf

another club, another friday night & hopefully another desperate guy thirsting for attention. the last one had turned out bark, but hardly any bite - no money for the taking. pretense was an issue on both sides in many cases, but damien was getting the hang of spotting the right guys. he’d been doing this for .. way too long, but he drove a fantastic car & dressed in gucci, so it wasn’t like his efforts didn’t pay off.

he was scouting for possible targets, letting his eyes roam available men - some were clearly too handsome to be falling for his act, he tended to stay away from those - he didn’t have time to waste, did he? he spent months on one guy, it better pay off. 

smiles, he got a lot. he knew he looked good, he worked hard for that body, ate healthy & took care of himself, but .. this wasn’t the audience he thought he’d end up doing it for, honestly. he had no choice. it was too lucrative to let go. he was doing a round, showing off his assets to the men present, when one put a hand against his arm & held him in place very gently. got you. 

turned to him, he was a little surprised, but also not really. handsome man, probably, definitely too handsome for his plans - or was he? alone on gay night in a club? sounded pretty desperate. 

“hi.” lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile for a split second, his tongue working on wetting his bottom lip. “good taste.” which could mean a whole lot, his outfit, his choice in men clearly, in clubs, in drinks. it was perfect. 

[triviakinged-a]

@gaydemonwolf || as somewhat plotted lol

it wasn’t all that often that he had an early afternoon to himself, but he did have to do his grocery shopping some time & robert promised he could deal with the shop on his own for a few hours, so he went out. life was almost back to normal, the same old life he’d led for many, many years. it wasn’t boring, though - it was the life he chose. it was a good life, simple but good. he had family. what else could he want, right? a soulmate, probably, but he was starting to think that won’t happen. he kept trying & he kept thinking that maybe he found it finally & then reality came crashing down on him. ben finished him off. time for a break, time to find his bearings. 

he was calm, roaming the isles to grab all his necessities, his arms full & regret definitely settling as he should’ve grabbed a cart or basket, but he didn’t plan to grab as much. he had to make his way back home soon, too, so that was whirling in his head & then he was trying to think of dinner & what else he could need, which led to an unfortunate clash. his items tumbled to the floor, he bumped into a shelf behind him, holding himself up with an arm in-between boxes of tea. “shit, i’m so sorry.”

[boysofcharm]

for @gaydemonwolf​

Naturally Stiles had been left behind again. It wasn’t exactly surprising considering the pack were off to do a bit of scouting and recon that could possibly lead to a confrontation and a baseball bat and a snarky tongue wasn’t exactly going to do much in that regard. So Stiles was back at Derek’s loft, doing research on this potential next big bad by himself and slightly leaning against the table, books scattered around and squinting over them as he was trying to look for some kind of clue to help the others. Completely engrossed in the books Stiles was rather oblivious to his surroundings, which was fine because he was all alone in the loft.

....Right?

[hellofalothale]

gaydemonwolf // deucalion:

@hellofalothale​ || As plotted-ish

The world had gone to hell in the blink of an eye and small towns, like Beacon Hills, had been the last ones to being hit but they ultimately were. Electricity was the first to go, water followed after a day, and after a few days the non-essential types of communication, like phone service and internet, began falling apart. A couple of weeks later everything went offline.

Werewolves had the best chances of survival in this new apocalyptic world that felt brought out of a movie and Deucalion felt the responsibility to help out all humans that needed him. But first, he took the time to equip himself. Knowing how reckless soldiers tended to be, that was the place he decided to raid first. Besides being overrun by now, it was also full of resources. He grabbed a few sets of knifes, a box of MREs, tactical clocks, binoculars, flashlights, and a big black backpack. After storing everything in the backpack he moved on. He still needed stuff like sleeping bags, tents, fire starter kits, and water but he also wanted to check on the people he knew and lived in town.

It had been a month or two since the outbreak and the wolf hadn’t found a lot of survivors in town. He had found a working car and gas, a portable raincatcher, and some more food. Scott had left town proclaiming there was no one left but Deucalion wanted to make sure and stayed behind. That’s when he found them. He found a child whose parents were… well, they were zombiefied in their pool while the child had hid in her tree house. She smelled like one of them and it probably was the reason Scott didn’t find her, but Deucalion had other senses for that. She looked hungry and dehydrated so he needed to find water fast but at least he could feed her and wash her in the neighbor’s pool. On his way to find water, he met with another werewolf. “Derek. Good to see you alive but…why are you still here? Scott left days ago,” he pointed out estranged but then felt the child get weaker. Right, she needed water. “Have you seen water?”

upon outbreak, beacon hills had been a mess - people went mad within hours, violence all around, the worst of it was humans fighting each other. it was in their nature, instead of teaming up against a sworn enemy, they fought each other. it was dumb, it was a sure-fire way to end humanity’s reign over the planet. derek didn’t care all that much, he had to be more careful now - yes, but when it came down to it, life was not too different. he still lived in isolation, but his loft was the perfect place to camp out - up in the air, blocked stairs & the generator ran with its own generator. all he had to do was acquire gas to keep it running whenever he needed in or out.

the loft itself was lit only with candles, he wanted the gas to run as long as possible - with the world down the drain, he had to plan for tomorrow. he could see in the dark as well, it was warm enough outside still to need no heating. he would have to prepare for winter. part of him wanted to find cora, maybe peter, but he wouldn’t know where to start looking. he’d scavenged the area, had a stock pile of canned food, water bottles & tools, weapons. most people fled, which was the reason he didn’t feel the need to leave. there was no better place to be - big cities were overrun, the woods didn’t offer much cover. his place was the best possible home for him.

he was working his way further inside the town every day, trying to scavenge as much as he could before others did & maybe finding some plants in gardens to grow his own herbs, food.. anything. he was searching a back yard when a scent caught his attention, a wolf. he hadn’t expected anybody to still be around, least of all deucalion. eyes glimmered a faint blue at the sight of the alpha, though they were back to their green-blue by the time they fell on the human girl. “scott isn’t my alpha.” scott left, but that didn’t mean he had to leave, too. “yeah.” he pulled his backpack to the front & pulled a bottle from it. he handed it over to the other wolf, then zipped his pack shut again, “you shouldn’t be here.” he should just go. “follow me.”