* CHAOS EMBODIED !

[vanhowlin]

every year around this time i get an email saying this blog is one year older and every year i get the overwhelming urge to binge both seasons and reboot……

[vanhowlin]

just a quick note but uh when i revamp this blog, it’s gonna be heavily inspired by the martin and priest are brothers theory :)

[eva-erectus]

WHAT

[vanhowlin]

i can’t believe that in a little more than a month, this blog will be two (2) years old,,,

[teradoration]

Monsters that growl when they kiss, a sound so deep and low that you can feel the vibrations against your lips.

[vanhowlin]

﹠.  ROWDY AESTHETIC :   WENDIMOOR EDITION

BOFUKI NEPOO GOGGLES    /    DO NOT REBLOG.

[vanhowlin]

current mood:  martin in wendimoor after having been devoid of touch and affection and general human interaction for 3 months, standing as close as possible to his rowdy family and always with one hand on his brothers at all times.

[protecticarus]

I love how the rowdy 3 are introduced & generally thought of as these anarchist, punk rock, drunk vampires that wreak havoc, but really they’re just these tough guys who keep finding poor creatures who are lost & just go to them like “ok, we’re your parents now, let’s go kid” & then they’ll protect them with all they’ve got

[gandalf-man]

[vanhowlin]

tagged by  :   this absolute legend @dikgoontle   ! tagging   :   anyone reading this honestly

ARCHETYPE  QUIZ  HERE !

53% REBEL .

the rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind — and bucking the system — if that means getting their point across.

37% EXPLORER .

the explorer is drawn to the unknown,   whether that’s a himalayan peak or the road not taken,   and have a thirst for adventure.  they take journeys,   not vacations.

10% CAREGIVER .

friendly,   sincere,   and compassionate,   the caregiver finds their reward in helping others.   no one could ask for a better best friend.

[vanhowlin]

cross getting scared and calling out to martin for answers and martin immediately opening his mouth like he’s going to respond,   like he wants to comfort his brother and tell him they’re gonna be fine,   but no words actually form so instead he just stares at the wall in crushing silence because   he doesn’t know,   he doesn’t know anything except that he let them down and now they’re starving and scared and numb and dying and vogel’s gone and so is amanda and he can’t do anything to help them,,,   they were his people,,,   his rowdies…..   his family,,,,   his one job was to protect them and keep them safe from the monsters of their past   ——–   and he failed :’ ))))

[vanhowlin]

﹠.  BLACKWING FILES :   PROJECT INCUBUS   (   *   STATUS :   INCOMPLETE   )

SUBJECT 001   »   “ MARTIN ”    /    DO NOT REBLOG.

[inkskinned]

we fell together so easily was all. like you belonged against me. i don’t usually trust people like that. i don’t usually let people near me. something about you was a soft spot, an opening. i don’t know if i believe in soul mates. but i know how i feel around you.

[vanhowlin]

﹠.   thymocosm   /   drummer girl.

       the catching at her hand prompts a smile, effortless, ahead of amanda’s breath halting, a beat later. almost losing her balance, almost – a scuff of boot in the dirt – until she plants her free hand on the wiry bite of martin’s shoulder, settling close, comfortable, like she’d never stumbled. ‘ hey, you. ’ a quiet hum marks out the graze of her lips at his forehead, because – because she can, because she’s allowed, and, shit, why not, right? ‘ what’s the occasion? ’

                        lips brush against his forehead,   feather light and saccharine sweet.  it draws a noise from the back of his throat,  not quite a growl and not quite a word;  something low and affectionate caught in the middle.    ❛       i need a reason to want you close ?       ❜     she asks and there’s a brief moment where he wonders if he should voice it,  how he could feel himself slipping and needed something  --  needed her  --  but actions were always easier than words ever were.  head tilts and he lets his forehead fall forward,  resting lightly against her shoulder,  words spoken into the crook of her neck.     ❛     ‘specially when y’smell this good.     ❜  

[moiested]

that moment when you’re touch starved but touch averted. i want you to touch me but at the same time if you touch me i’ll break your neck

[vanhowlin]

﹠.   thymocosm   /   eleven.

                     ‘ heck – ? ’ she pauses, frowns faintly, decides that isn’t the important part to ask about. shifts her weight from one foot to the other, then back again. a job, he says. ( find someone? hurt someone? ) ‘ what job? ’

                     unease is picked up immediately,   like a million tiny needles that make his skin crawl and nose twitch.  a finger lifts to scratch just below the band-aid stationed there,  moving to push his glasses farther up his nose and he exhales,  lips twisting at the corners.  no panic here.   brow raises and he lifts his chin faintly in her direction.     ❛     you  --  are in control of the radio.     ❜

[vanhowlin]

﹠.   thymocosm   /   eleven.

@vanhowlin

                     her eyes hover over the band-aid at the end of martin’s nose, for several seconds, resisting the urge to rub at her own, or ask if it hurts. ‘ can i sit, ’ a breath, side of her tongue chewed, ‘ in the front? ’

                      ❛     — IF THAT’S   what you want.     ❜      there’s a sneaking suspicious,  curling its way in the back of his mind,  that it has less to do with being able to  look out the window  and more with being able to put a little distance between her and certain less-rowdy-than-usual figures  --  but that’s okay.  he understands.   (   they all do.   )      ❛     i don’t know if you know this,  but front seat comes with one heckova job.   big-time important.  ....  you know what it is ?     ❜