#gypsylobo

[scarecrows-monsters]

“Make me.”

Scarecrow growls in his ear pressing him up against the wall. " Dont ask for such things unless that's exactly what you want pet." Seems they were in that kind of mood.

[pixelpaladin24]

Tosses my werewolf boy at you

“Who are you?”

[glodnyupir]

@gypsylobo said -  🔗 ( :3)

SEND ME A 🔗 FOR OUR MUSES TO BE HANDCUFFED TO EACH OTHER.

“Peter I don’t think this is a good idea.” Roman recalled about what Destiny said about him changing on bad moons can cause him to possibly become a vargulf.  

[deliciousfear]

IT had not woken too long ago, its plans for certain kids were well in motion. As this time was mostly prep time before it actually attacked, then the processed repeated until it was time to sleep again. It was pretty much routine by now, after doing for decades on decades there was not much that changed when it came to the quiet little town, which was just the way IT liked to keep it. 

  That was until the whiff of something not right comes gradually around IT as it was adjusting its nest. ITs head tilts up towards the small pipe that had a small breeze coming though from above. What was that? Needing to know it adbonds the nest and quickly moves through the tunnels until it was climb up out of the well of the house. Grunting as it went up into the home and sniffed around until the smell passed its senses again. 

Moving out into one of teh rooms, it crawls up onto one of the broken window ledges and pears outside with bright golden eyes. It spots the other right away, unsure of what they were doing in Derry, why would something non-human come to small town? No. They were supposed to stay away. With a frown IT decides to watch them for a while.

@gypsylobo // closed.

[derrygirlsgifs]

Do you know when it’ll come to America or where I can watch it online if I live in America ?

Idk when s2 will be released in the US/worldwide on Netflix but you can watch the entire season here https://123moviesnet.org/tv-series/derry-girls-season-2

[idontkillorphans]

🗞

“Hey!” Sleip snapped back, snatching the rolled up magazine from his brother and launching at him. It was just a magazine at the end of the day - so no real harm would come to the other as Sleipnir beat a few rounds into Peters sides - Sleip was certain. For the most part. It was just a magazine. And he wasn’t hitting that had.

“Quit pissing me off, I’m tryin to read!” He threw the magazine aside and stood up with a pant.

[thxwxlf-archived]

Need a Ride?

The sound of a motorcycle roared as it flew down the road. Kekipi was on the way to the next town, not too far from where she was now. She would be staying there for the night until the storm blew over. She knew any minute now the bottom would fall out and she would need to get to safety quick. It was supposed to be a strong storm.

As she drove her bike, she noticed someone on the side of the road. Hitchhiker? Broken down? Whatever it was, she began to getting the scent of werewolf. Great. Another werewolf. She let out a huff and shook her head. If she wanted to, she would have just drove by and not look back but the storm was coming and her training in the SEALS wouldn’t allow it. She had to protect others.

With a huff, she called out to the man and began to slow down. “Hey, you know it’s about to storm right? Need a ride to the next town?”

@gypsylobo

[thatlangdonkid-blog]

ＰＥＴＥ Ｒ ＲＵＭＡＮＣＥＫ ／ @gypsylobo​

 the woods are likely to be one of the few things tate will name if asked what he actually enjoys about the town he now calls home. apart from the solitude it offers, the place just throws a strange vibe; suffice to say, hemlock grove is nothing like los angeles. tate, however, has remained much the same –– still eager to get away, to find his peace of mind in his own company, rather than inside the walls of the langdon household. and though he has traded bustling los angeles streets for quiet wooded trails, the end effect is the same.

he’s been out this way dozens of times already, unbothered and unscathed despite the  vague warnings of the locals against exploring the forest at alone. this morning is not particularly unique, save the bright wash of light cast over the trail by the milky full moon that hangs overhead, trading itself in lazily for the warm glow of sunrise. it’s early, but there’s no better time to run than dawn, and it isn’t as though the boy sleeps much, anyway. he’ll be on course to sign up for the high school’s track team in no time, if he keeps this up.

preoccupied with nothing more than the winding path in front of him, he can’t shake the paranoia that crawls up his spine at the idea that he’s being watched. he hasn’t seen a single other soul on the path, but it’s more of a feeling than anything he can be certain of. maybe it’s an overactive imagination, but the boy can’t help feeling that he isn’t alone.