ibuprofen and coke.

ind. priv. sel. fandomless original character: WEST, a hunter-turned-werewolf having a bad time. penned by king. blog is nsfw & 25+.

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#VIBECHECKTM ; an independent horror/paranormal blog for a fandomless original character   ---   with influences taken from shows like lucifer and supernatural. west, a hunter-turned-werewolf who is on the run due to his family being more than a little crazy. penned by king. 25+. nsfw. read the fucking rules or i will cut every chord in your house.

A CYNICAL STUDY IN : found family, believing you are better off alone but being very wrong about it, scars and how long the wounds they are born from take to heal, emotional exhaustion, love and how the lack thereof forces us to look for it anywhere, travel, what it means to be human, and shit like “oh, i hate this actually” at the slightest inconvenience. 

                                      rules. bio. headcanons. opens. meme tag. 

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a handful of crumpled bills are dropped into west’s open guitar case as dae sits down beside him. there’s a twenty inevitably hidden amongst the ones — he always does this. ❛ play something you think i’ll like. ❜

For about a week, West goes missing   —   a bruise around one of his eyes for his trouble; a throbbing reminder of his cousin’s right hook. The wolf wants to believe that the physical aspects of the encounter were the worst, that the words screamed at him haven’t been rolling around in his head for days. There was a time where he easily put what he thought were just creatures down. Creatures he now knows to be people. Creatures he now relates to. Killing used to be easy   —   and in a pained rage there had been that moment, that very real decision to add his own blood to the list   —   but in the end, he’d limped away without going through with it. The better man, perhaps   —   but to his family? Weakened. Worthless. A failure and a monster, destined to wander the streets until one of them finally takes his life. It takes a bit for him to shake it all. It takes a bit for him to bounce back. The suffering comes and goes. Emotions are shoved down as deep as they will go and West considers his options. The city itself is pretty big. Finding him had been something of a stroke of luck   —   and given his upbringing, there’s a huge chance that his family is going to assume West’s next move is to flee. The urge is there. He knows it’s what he needs to do. Get out. Hit the road. Maybe steal a car and go as far as it’ll go until the gas runs out. He can’t stay here   —   he can’t be in the same place for long and yet when the moment comes to start planning his exit, he stops. Pale, freckled skin. Deep brown eyes, darkened with makeup. A voice that seems to literally haunt. West doesn’t even know his name. He just knows he can’t fucking stay because of him. And yet.

Within a few days, West ends up back on the corner with his guitar in hands. The sky grays; the threat of rain very much in the air. It’s all he can smell as people come and go   —   as they try and do whatever tasks they need to before the oncoming downpour hits. They all have somewhere better to be. They all have people waiting for them. Some of them toss money his way and a few of them occasionally linger to appreciate his voice before moving on again. The blond loses count of how many umbrellas he sees in people’s hands as he strums away   —   thoughtful. A little achey. Lost. West is a stray on the street and there isn’t a single person in this city who sees him as anything else. Sometimes he catches a whiff of someone inhuman and he turns his head to find something like pity shining in straight-forward gazes. They know, but who wants to bring a broken dog home when the world has soulmates and other true companions? West sits. He wonders what belonging anywhere feels like   —   and he considers his options for where he can end up to get out of the rain. The library might be his best shot at staying dry and passing the time but his desire to start in that direction comes to a sudden pause when someone in particular stands over him. Pale, freckled skin. Deep brown eyes, darkened with makeup. A voice that seems to literally haunt. West doesn’t even know his name. He just knows he fucking stayed because of him. A request comes and West ignores the warmth in his chest, ignores the excitement that seems to take over his core. The smile forms and for a moment he seems to try and get more comfortable   —   strings idle, tune nonspecific as he tries to decide on a song. Eventually, he settles on one. And he sounds so sad, the sky can’t hold back its tears.

[reaking-havoc]

📸: @fermentedcherub <3

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             oh. he’s an idiot. oh, no.  [1/?]                  ---               partners may interact.

[jame7t]

a pathetic twink was spotted downtown

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let west try and steal your muse’s car 2022.

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right now west is mostly known for sleeping wherever he can --- usually in like. tube slides at parks but he has informed me that he’s going to steal a car and live out of it and that’s probably not going to backfire at all. more at 11.

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west: what’s her favorite color? jeffrey: how the fuck should i know?! west: *looks at the decor of the diner.* *looks at what she’s wearing.* *looks at the flourishes on the font for the menu.* *looks at her phone case.* west, looking into the camera: no idea, bud.

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

add context   &   change gendered language to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!

“   great .  just  fucking  great .   ” “   any  ideas  on  how  to  get  us  out  of  this  mess ??   ” “   this  is  the  last  time  i  go  anywhere  with  you .   ” “   haven’t  you  done  enough  already ??   ” “   don’t  worry ,   i  have  a  plan .   ” “   well ,   that  didn’t  work .   any  plan  c ,   genius ??   ” “   you  know ,   i  genuinely  don’t  think  this  could  get  any  worse .   ” “   how  did  you  manage  to  do  everything   incorrectly ??   ” “   this  is  wrong .   all  of  this  is  wrong .   ” “   looks  like  we’re  stuck  here .   ” “   admit  it ;   you  have  no  idea  where  you’re  going ,   do  you ??   ” “   we’re  completely  lost .   ” “   of  all  the  people  in  the  world  i  could  end  up  stuck  with  …   ” “   well .   was   this   your  idea  of  a  fun  vacation ??   ” “   how  is  the  tank  almost  empty ??   i  thought  you  said  you  got  gas  before  we  left !!   ” “   there’s  a  gas  station   five  miles  /   eight   kilometers   from  here .   we’re  just  gonna  have  to  push  the  car  there .   ” “   the  good  news  is ,   i  found  someone  who  i  think  can  help  us .   the  bad  news  is ,   i  don’t  think  they  speak   [ language ] .   ” “   thank  god ,   it’s  about  time  you  showed  up  to  help !!   ” “   could  you  run  any  fucking  slower ?!   ” “   i  can’t  get  any  signal  out  here .   ” “   someone  stole  my  fucking  wallet .   ” “   we  are  below  rock  bottom  right  now .   we’re ,  like ,  in  hell .   ” “   are  you  really  just  going  to  leave  me  here ??   ” “   okay ,   you  being  dramatic  is  not  going  to  help  us  find  a  way  to  fix  this .   ” “   are  you  bleeding ??   ” “   i’ll  try  to  find  us  somewhere  to  spend  the  night .   ” “   i  don’t  know  what  to  do !!   i’m  not  a  doctor !!   ” “   of  course  this  happens  to  me .  i  can’t  even  be  surprised .   ” “   i  can’t  walk  …  you’re  gonna  have  to  carry  me .   ” “   things  could  always  be  worse .   at  least  you  don’t  have  flesh - eating  bacteria ,   right ??   ” “   don’t  panic ,   but  i’m  pretty  sure  we’re  being  followed .   ” “   maybe  some  music  will  help  you  calm  down .   ” “   my  glasses  are  broken  …   ” “   i  didn’t  have  enough  rocks  to  write  out   ‘ help ’   so  i  just  spelled  out  ‘ hell ’ .   ” “   maybe  we  can  play  a  game  to  pass  the  time  until  someone  notices  we’re  missing .   ” “   okay ,   i  swear  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like .   ” “   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” “   how  long  was  i  out ??   ” “   well ,   at  least  i’m  trapped  here  with  you .   ”

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genuinely tickled by how whenever sarah and dean do anything together, there’s like a pop-up in the ui that says “jeffrey disliked that” and all of us can see it.

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really made a dumb werewolf hitch-hiking across the us with nothing but a bag and an acoustic guitar huh. i did that. i went there. 

[buteverythingisred]

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west, while fucking lying big time: why would i lie tho?

[toadmemes]

more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[justmorerpmemes]

Initial Impressions Starters

“Weird, is how someone might describe you.”

“I’m not the most familiar to these kinds of things, I’ll be honest.”

“Is that just, a normal thing? That happens often?”

“Call me impressed, and I won’t respond.”

“Shudder at the thought of what you may do next.”

“Bad feelings and ominous tendencies. That the usual MO?”

“You wouldn’t happen to be that latest rumour going around, would you?”

“I fail to see how this might give me pause.”

“Given the circumstances… I’d like to return them.”

“How did you do that just now? That was… I don’t even know.”

“You’re a stranger that’s only getting stranger.”

“I have to admit… that was… grand.”

“Have you not met me, or my reputation before?”

“I know everyone like the back of my hand, and you’re a new spot on it.”

“Uhg… couldn’t have gotten anyone better?”

“So the expert on all of this is… you?”

“I’m beginning to think there is doubt stirring between us.”

“There isn’t full confidence here. Maybe, half full confidence. Two thirds at most.”

“Well this certainly has me blown away.”

“Don’t you look exotic and fun.”

“Elegant and stunning… do go on, tell me more!”

“You could do it better… I think. Try again?”

“I beg of your most pardons?! Care to repeat that?”

“I didn’t insult you! I only said something and I didn’t know the consequences of!”

“Care to help a bit? It’s a bit of a mess…”

[pukicho]

I’m all for body positivity but what the FUCK happens to me every full moon

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“ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ” (Camille, for some werewolf on werewolf fighty vibes?)

A stolen credit card lands him in a hotel and keeps him out of the rain for a night   —   a bonus to the actual meal he’d treated himself to before throwing the card in the trash to be collected the next day. It’s complicated, needing to juggle skillsets to actually survive but he’s done well enough for himself to get this far. Every city is kind of the same. People fucking suck. Humans are the worst and he used to root for them, honestly   —   but things have changed since he and the moon started a very strained relationship, not by his choice. The attack is something he hasn’t thought much on. The whole werewolf thing is usually something he can pretend isn’t happening. Right up until the moment that it’s all there is. She’s like him. He knows this   —   he’d know it blind, his nose is so sensitive now. She smells similar but not so much that it’s a comfort. ( Is that even possible? Maybe. Does it matter right now? No.) Posturing. Classic dog-meet-dog nonsense. Hackles raise. Teeth bare. He does a little half-circle that is stopped because of the very uncomfortable bed taking up a disappointing amount of space in the hotel room. Threats are exchanged very simply and he knows, somehow, that she is absolutely not fucking around. This isn’t a joke. West feels like he’s wandered somewhere he shouldn’t   —   like the hotel itself is like … her territory or something. He shouldn’t be here; he should be outside where there’s more room for him to run, if need be. She lays it out, simple: he has no idea what she’s willing to do and she’s fucking right about that much. When he really thinks about it? Werewolves are kind of his least favorite. Not only because one ruined everything he ever knew   —   but because he things he actually understands them. After everything. And that’s wild. She’s uneasy, too. Wary. Nervous. It’s in her tone when she threatens him and in her shoulders as he stares at her and tries to remain actually calm. It’s a mess, being where he is now. Kinda funny, really, to run into the very thing he is and still feel so perfectly alone and anything but safe. Words are spoken but West feels more like a bear that’s been prodded than anything else. Oh. There was a time when he had so much pride, a time when he would see her as nothing more than a monster and do everything to put her down. Another wolf, dealt with. Nothing more. Nothing less. But it can’t be like that, now. Because now he knows. She’s a goddamn person. She has actual feelings. She’s not faking any of it just to get away and gobble humans up for another day. This is real shit   —   and he needs to be careful; she’s been in the game longer.

“Fucking ditto.” Defensive. Quick. It’s strange, not having the confidence that silver used to bring. It’s strange, feeling like he needs to rely on his own jaws for this exchange. “You don’t know what I’ve got up my sleeve, either   —   like my   —   my metaphorical one, I mean. This is just. You caught me at a weird   —   I had a jacket but it got caught in the subway doors and   —   look, that’s not important what I’m fucking saying is that I’m a loose goddamn canon I’m equally as ready to fight or whatever it is you’re laying down, here. You wanna like. What? Go out into the parkinglot and trade blows or whatever? Scrap? Rumble? Just go ham on each other? I’ll probably win   —   I’m just sayin’.”