#lycaonthropy

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@lycaonthropy said: ❛ i’m not gonna pretend anymore. i’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better. ❜ ( dylan for nick ) Whatever this is from || Accepting

There's a barrier that completely crumbles in the face of Dylan that Nick isn't sure how to pinpoint, doesn't feel a reason to. There's very little he can say in response when Dylan's experience is shown so clearly in what he's lost. The stump that he's waving around is a new development that even Nick is having trouble adjusting to, unsure of how to process when he felt as if he was unconscious during a majority of the night. There are plenty of unruly scenarios that play within his troubled mind of what took place beyond what he remembers, but what scares him is that he'll never be sure. There are things he's done that he certainly can't take back and he's left with nothing but the scars as a memory of what damage he's done. The harm will linger in the scent of blood, where it stains not only his skin but his teeth, perhaps makes its way into the bed of his fingernails, and poisons a fragile mind.

A nervous habit makes him fidget with his fingers, struggling to come up with words he wasn't really sure what to do with. That night was hell for everyone, and yet Nick felt as if he were halfway responsible. It eats at him, ironically, that he was more of a burden than a victim, but he could never voice that among the various pleas from his fellow counselors. It's what stops him from speaking about his own fears when Dylan's felt so much more real.

" … I-I don't even know where to start." He doesn't, glancing at the other before dragging his gaze back down to his feet. "I can't … imagine what it was like being under that kind of stress." Speaking as if he weren't a part of it himself, merely an observer to the horrors they witnessed that night. Despite being a victim to vicious claws and fangs the novelty of the title 'survivor' felt as if it wore off once he bore them himself. Somehow always making himself smaller in the face of others, he agrees in timid fashion. " … I feel like I can't ever speak to her again." Abi, he neglects to say her name but he knows the answer isn't that hard to find. "I'm not sure it ever gets better, in our case."

[retriibutions]

"i’m sorry, we’re all out of liquid evil." - from dylan for eliot bc i think the sheer force of their combined homosexuality is worth writing for alone ( @lycaonthropy ) gif cred.

a flask is pulled out of his jacket pocket and shook a little. "but we aren't out of liquid courage," he replies before taking a drag and then offering the flask to dylan. "this is the only important liquid."

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@lycaonthropy sent: ❛ oh, i'm going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far ? ❜ ( dylan ) conversational sentence starters | accepting

"Doin' great, kid," Kerry sighed, words encouraging but his demeanor making his exhaustion clear. The former Samurai guitarist and singer had been trying to keep a low profile, but clearly he wasn't being nearly cautious enough.

He had been wandering around in a large bomber jacket with a cap and sunglasses to obscure his face. Hell, he'd even tied up his hair, but apparently it'd been no use. Nothing quite like his usual form-fitted rocker punk aesthetic he usually stuck to on stage. This kid had managed to clock him and approach him. All Kerry could hope was that no one else caught on. Absolute last thing he wanted or needed was to get swarmed.

He did notice a few people glancing their way, which was already making him feel a little antsy.

"...Little busy here, kid. Walk with me, talk with me." He wasn't just gonna turn him away. Nah, that'd be a dick move. But at least if they kept moving, it'd look less weird. Kerry started to walk in the direction of where he'd been going in the first place, still making attempts to keep his head low and mostly out of sight.

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@lycaonthropy said: ❛ come on, you’re clearly upset. and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice. ❜ ( nick for max ) Whatever this is from || Accepting

"Oh it's … nothing." Hardly, but she can't imagine herself jumping into some long, unwarranted, unrealistic tangent to a guy she was only just starting to get to know. Somehow time shenanigans didn't really feel appropriate to tell someone she barely knew and the last thing she wanted was to make one of his first impressions of her something odd and off-putting. Her powers weren't something that she even necessarily proudly announced to anyone outside of Chloe, mostly because she knew it was kind of a hard pill to swallow and why would she want to tempt fate?

What bothers her is more or less a … moral dilemma. After the events of Arcadia Bay she wasn't sure she even wanted to think about using her powers anymore, and having swore to herself she never would ever again she can't help but shake the feeling that she may have to. As if there was some lingering threat just around the corner, waiting to pounce on her when she least expected it. There's nothing inherently dangerous that she can make out herself, but she trusts her gut when it insists the danger will bear its fangs soon, and that alone is a startling revelation. It's been … a long time since she's even considered using time travel again.

Interrupting the flow of time and potentially creating another destructive storm always made guilt swell within her, but she swallows it with as much determination as she can muster in the moment. Don't break, Max. Not now. "I think I'm just worried about … getting accepted and the workload. Studying's never really been my thing." As much as it pained her to admit, academics were always a little bit of a struggle. Not necessarily due to any challenging content but because her studying habits were abysmal and her attention wasn't exactly fixated on what it needed to be, most of the time. "… Do I really look that miserable?"

[galaxythixf]

@lycaonthropy said: valentine's week prompts: STARE : sender’s gaze lingers on receiver’s lips before they finally close the distance, kissing them deeply. ( - for max from nick ) Cupid's Bow / Eve's Apple Generator || Not Accepting

The past few days have been a nice break from the constant pull and push of studying for exams and convincing herself that playing Final Fantasy could wait in order to study for exams. Nick's been a nice distraction and a lot of help motivating her to put some effort in. Actually, he's been more than that lately. Without all of the usual gossip he's been a breath of fresh air, whether that was inviting him over for movie nights or being the very important taste tester to his incredible food. If Joyce were around, she might have competition. No matter what, it always felt like he was there at the perfect time, all the time. Funny how that's what people said about her but that was thanks to time powers. Nick was just a really nice guy with impeccable timing. So maybe it isn't farfetched to believe there might actually be something more brewing between them.

Max wasn't really a romantic, honestly she rarely thought about it outside of video game storylines and questionable movie plot points. Zutara deserved better. She wasn't at Blackwell anymore, and she wasn't going to rely on her powers to get it right this time. She's learned the lesson of what happens when she's too hasty, what happens to inaction, she knows it better than anyone. Guess it doesn't matter how many times she's been through a decision, how many bad ends she's seen, it doesn't stop the nerves of a hopeless Neanderthal that doesn't know the first thing about this. It's different when it's her best friend demanding something of her that feels completely within reach, or a decision that feels final because the end of the world is basically just a few minutes away. This was about a boy she was kind of interested in, but like everything else, she had no idea how to manage the commitment.

Are you ever going to change, Max?

Is now another chance to? Lately it's felt like her life is just a series of second chances—or maybe this was more like a twentieth? Either way, she wasn't about to rely on her powers to ask for a twenty-first. It's warm inside her dorm room, still huddled up on her bed with Nick watching Star Trek for the hundredth time (well for her anyway) while she thought about what to do. There's a shift in her position, snow falling outside her window, legs now tucked and folded. It's by chance she looks at him for a second and her eyes give away her thoughts the second they flicker to his lips just briefly. With no intention of moving she lets the silence speak for her, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her jeans.

It feels like his lips land on hers with a fraction of time missing between the action started. That suddenly she can feel their lips moving together and her eyes remember to fall shut in the midst of it, trying to meet him halfway. While it's not her first, it's not like she kisses people enough to feel confident in this. Was this … something? Pull it together, Max. One thing at a time. She hopes he won't fault her for hesitating, or take notice of how nervous she might have been prior.

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@lycaonthropy said: valentine's week prompts: SCENT : sender's lips find receiver's neck, kissing their skin while inhaling their scent. ( - for ryan from dylan ) Cupid's Bow / Eve's Apple Generator || Not Accepting

"We could just … explore? Take it kind of … slow, I guess?" Ryan isn't hellbent on moving things along too fast if it was still awkward to digest. While they were both figuring things out it felt like a better call to try and test whatever it was that they were trying out currently. Maybe it's the alcohol in his system talking but he doesn't feel like experimenting sounded like such a bad idea at the moment. He doesn't make a habit of drinking but when he does it's usually not on campus grounds, this happened to be an exception. He wasn't much of a rulebreaker, kind of hard to be when he was the damn RA, but everyone had their moments, didn't they? This was his. "I'm not going anywhere, you're not in a rush, don't see why not. Give it the ol' college try."

The can he'd been casually sipping out of is set aside on the nightstand with a gentle click of metal meeting wood, the last of its contents swallowed with a mild disdain he does little to hide. Not really his speed, but he wouldn't waste it. His attention turns to Dylan, sat right beside him he's left slowing his movements while he observes the other's behavior. A quick glance from lips to gaze before the cant of his head signals his next move. Lips caught in a kiss far more involved than their camp peck over truth or dare, one met with deeper breaths and better intentions that weren't fueled by petty truths and anticipated, predictable dares. In fact, it doesn't take long before Ryan feels Dylan feel a little more adventurous so Ryan turns his body to better suit their position. Breaking their rhythm to travel down his neck, likely teasing the idea of a hickey that at the moment Ryan wasn't totally against. Definitely the alcohol.

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@lycaonthropy said: CLOUDED : receiver's breath is heavy as they kiss sender, their hands roaming urgently beneath clothes. ( - for nick from dylan ) Cupid's Bow / Eve's Apple Generator || Not Accepting

Nick's not sure what started it, not quite sure what led to it but he's stopped questioning the build up just to focus on what it was currently accomplishing—a well earned distraction from his worries and a lack of need for a fragile conversation they would inevitably have to tiptoe around but not now. Caution's thrown to the wind when he's blindly making his way backwards in a dimly lit room just to trip over what he's almost positive are his sneakers and thankfully land on the semi-cushioned bed, tugging Dylan with him. As well as dramatic falls go, this took the cake, earning a smile and a muttered apology merged with a chuckle as he responds to Dylan's urgency and handsy needs by sitting up to tug his baseball tee off. Physical contact, thankfully, isn't something he's completely lacking in confidence.

Despite this he can't say it's a breeze. There are still inklings of insecurities lingering in his actions, but he's happy to ignore them for the immediate feedback. There's breath to regain before his fingers beckon Dylan back, head canted to the side while his lips now felt brave enough asking for more, no longer too shy or hesitant to introduce a subtle drag of teeth on Dylan's lower lip. There are a few thoughts that now have an opportunity to appear with a few beats of life. Whether or not this was just a reckless decision or if this was supposed to mean something. Nick liked to think he knew Dylan well enough to make an educated guess, but his anxiety always held the door open for the unlikely.

[galaxythixf]

@lycaonthropy said: ❛ could you just… talk to me? it doesn’t have to be anything important. i just like listening to your voice. it calms me. ❜ ( dylan for ryan ) Whatever this is from || Accepting

"…" Lips part in slack, trying to make sense of what light confession leaves the other's lips amidst the tense situation they seemingly stumbled into. Gun strapped to his back, blood painting his skin and clothes alike in splattered pattern and somehow, he found himself pulled back into a sense of … rationality when asked to keep the other grounded. Despite having sustained far less injury, he was still processing the idea that they were essentially abandoned here to die to … monsters? Weird … humanoid creatures? Whatever, the details didn't really matter when all of it wanted to kill them.

Ryan's silent for a minute while he considers his next choice of words, trying to find it within himself to give Dylan some peace of mind after the day they've had. "… Would've much rather dealt with a bear." An odd statement without context, but given their most recent miscommunication he thinks it's apt for his segue. "At least then there's some sort of instruction for what to do. Brown lay down, black fight back. Nothing really tells you how to deal with a werewolf outside of like, silver, I guess?" He begins to recount every story he's ever read that even briefly went over werewolf lore, and all were incredibly anal about the same tedious details they currently had no access to.

"Never thought I'd regret not reading Twilight," he mumbles, dry with his attempts at humor as always. "Starting to think maybe Edward would've been more tolerable."