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penned by chloe, they/them, 24+

[wicanthropy]

closed for @eternusflames​

Date/Time: Saturday, 10/31/2020, ~9:45PM

Location: Brynn’s home

Her shift at the morgue today was longer than normal because her assistant Lennox had previous plans with her partners for the holiday. For some reason, Brynn’s feet ached like the dickens, and Javi had previously agreed to come over to help give out candy as a family. However, Kane backed out at the last minute saying there was a school party (Brynn didn’t know how much she believed him, but since he would probably be drinking she wouldn’t expect him back home until the following day). 

Kane said his goodbyes and hugged his parents who sat comfortably on the couch surfing Netflix. Javi was a bit of a pushover, so he’d allowed Brynn to watch Queer Eye. Now that they had the apartment together, Javi offered to rub Brynn’s feet. She groaned at the idea of it, but couldn’t resist as her feet begged her to take a hot bath and soak. This would have to do, so she nodded as Jonathan Van Ness went on about the makeover he was doing. 

As the episode went on, Brynn found herself getting distracted, and so right before the big reveal at the end she paused the TV and even turned it off, which must have surprised the father of her son. “Javi... what are we doing?” she spoke under her breath before looking up into his beautiful eyes. “I appreciate the foot rub, and...” she scoffed, “I’m not asking you to stop. But. Do you really...” she scrunched up her face as she decided how to word this, and spoke the following words slowly. “This doesn’t feel platonic anymore. I need to know what the catch is. I need to know your intentions.” Before Javi could speak she found herself babbling immediately. “We keep kissing and I know it isn’t a one-way street, I am kissing you back but I can’t fall in love with you all over again, not if you are going to pressure me. You know I can’t have that I was forced for so long to live my life in a mold and you know I will do anything in my power to break out of that and be my own self. You can’t tame me, Javi, and I don’t want you to think that you can. Just because I was on bed rest for a week and have been on ‘good behavior’ doesn’t mean I am any different than I was 25 years ago. My beliefs are the same: marriage is archaic and sexist and Micah turned me off from the whole damn ordeal. God, I never stopped loving you and this is breaking my heart because I want you but you know I have stipulations.” She nearly choked on her words towards the end. “I can’t give you what you want. So stop dangling the carrot in front of me like I’m a damn horse. And stop... touching my leg. You know I get goosebumps when our skin touches.”

[amy-santiagos]

[eternusflames-deactivated202310]

@wicanthropy​

After being stuck in the car for days while they drove, Marley wanted to soak up every single ounce of being out. They had arrived in Romulus just a little bit ago, and he knew they should be looking for a place to live but he wanted to take some time first just to unwind. 

He walked across the street to the park and slowly dropped himself down to sit on the grass before stretching out and laying down. His eyes shut as he took in the feeling of the sun on his skin and soaking through his clothes. God, road trips could be tough. He was so in the moment, even, that he wasn’t worried about what they might do in this new town or how it would go. He was just concerned with the moment in time that he was in right now.

A shadow came over him, blocking the warmth, and Marley opened one eye just long enough to see his sister before shutting it again. “You’re blocking my sun, Maddox,” he told her.

[wicanthropy]

Maddox followed in her brother’s trail; he was a free spirit, he had always been one, and very untamable. It was easier to give him what he wanted and go with the flow. Still, she found herself crunching numbers and being ‘the adult’ of the two, so his distraction was always a coin-toss between stressing her out even more for his irreverence, or being a much-needed respite. This afternoon, it was the latter. 

She huffed and puffed as she made her way across the street and watched him languidly lay down. When she blocked the sun from him, Maddox crossed her arms over her chest and grinned wide. “Don’t you want to go to town hall and be a grown up for once, Marley?” she asked cheekily. “Sign up for classes, look for jobs, find a place to live? It’ll be so fun!” she squealed exaggeratedly, then plopped onto her ass on Marley’s left and pushed him onto his side, facing away from her. The cold grass must’ve been uncomfortable for him to sprawl out on, and the thought made her smile. They were still young at heart, even if they felt a million years old. 

Now that they had made it to Romulus in one piece, and had paperwork to fill out and were on a waiting list for homes to buy, Maddox felt like she could relax just a little bit. This was their new home, their start-over. The headaches hadn’t hit her yet, so she basked in the sun alongside her brother. Maybe she could worry about the paperwork tomorrow and enjoy the novelty of this beautiful, sacred town. They had already booked a few nights in Handsome House, and it smelled of welcoming aromas and warmth after a cold, busted car ride for half a week. 

Adam Blackwood was a quiet and somewhat stern man, but Maddox could feel him welcoming her and her brother into the town. She could tell Javier Morales was a man of the cloth, in this time or in the past, and Lenore Leclaire seemed excited there were two young adults joining the town. Maddox had overheard her laughing with Benjamin Soto, leader of the phoenixes, that they needed younger people in their ranks as everyone was either ‘dying off or farting out babies,’ to which he replied with something along the lines of “You’ve barely surpassed two-hundred, I think you’re overreacting dear.” 

[phoebetonk]

Victoria Pedretti photographed for the Netflix FYSEE Event for “The Haunting of Hill House” ➜ 21 May, 2020

[pajamasecrets]

pedro pascal for style magazine italia, 2018

[wicanthropy]

closed for @eternusflames​

Date/Time: Saturday, September 26, 2020 / ~8:45AM

Adalyn loved the weekends, when she could practice her true hobbies and not have to work. Her work was easy, of course, and Javi was super nice and understanding if she needed a day off when her sister was under the weather, but she tried not to take advantage of the hot councilman. Hell, all of them were hot. 

Even without an alarm clock, Adalyn was out of bed by 8:30AM and started beating some bisquick pancakes together. As she preheated the grill, she pounded on Mack’s bedroom door shouting “Rise and shine you sack o’ potatoes! Early bird gets the worm!” 

She was done with the first batch of pancakes when her sister emerged from her bedroom rubbing her eyes. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym with me today. I can show you what I’m working on. Javi said it’s very nice, but I feel like all he says are positive affirmations. He is a religious nut after all. Besides, I was in a short skirt and couldn’t do half the moves, and I’m sure he was proofing an email I drafted for him,” she snickered, shoving a forkful of syrupy, buttered, fluffy pancake into her mouth. 

Her eyes narrowed when she looked longer at her sister. “Jeez, what’s up with you? It’s like you’re sick every weekend. Are there really that many germs in this town?” she bit, harsher than she meant as was what she had learned from her previous exes. “I just want one day out with you since we’ve been in this town, and you know I work Monday through Friday, Mack. Can’t you keep a thing of hand sanitizer on yourself? For me? Please? I just want some unbiased criticism from someone who knows nothing about dancing,” she finished with a smile. 

[katherine-mcnamara-archive]

[wicanthropy]

closed for @withering-nights​

Date/Time: Saturday, September 5, 2020 / 8:02AM

Shaky Leg Syndrome haunted Damien as he bit the nail on his left ring finger, looking around frantically for cameras (which he barely knew what they looked like), but even the microphone didn’t emit a flashing red light. “Is this really off the record? You... I can tell my story, and you’ll bleep my name out, cover my face, change my voice?” His crystalline eyes shone brightly as his brows trembled with worry. The werewolf swore to keep his composure so he took a breath and counted slowly in his head as the Horror Woman’s eyes bore into him studiously. “I saw someone from my past. In Romulus. I don’t know if I trust myself. I don’t know if I saw what I really did or if it is just trauma. I’m seeing a counselor and doing therapy... I know I’m messed up, but I was doing so well now that I have my family back together... Peter has a dog, a girlfriend, my dad is alive and happy... We...” he scoffed and almost smiled. “We have movie night once a week, sometimes every other. We take turns picking a movie. There’s all these ways to watch stuff now, it’s wild, it’s.... off the point,” he muttered, beating himself up inside. “But whatever I saw, I can’t shake. There’s shades here! What if this guy is haunting me? Or worse, what if he’s just living his life, with a 9-5 job, like nothing happened just a few years ago?! After all, the people who created the Atom bomb, the people who fly drones, they all go back home to a family... What if this guy was following orders... What if he forgot who I am? Or he’s stalking me? Which would be worse?” 

Ms. Hammer knew briefly of his time in the facility. She had posted an ad for guest speakers in town to share their horror stories, and offered a small sum of money for anyone that made it past her screening process. He kept the facility vague, but the ‘horror’ part of his story was seeing this man’s face again. Something about it intrigued her. He didn’t try to understand her morbid sense of curiosity. 

[alphalewolf]

[destroymylife]

[wicanthropy]

closed for @withering-nights

Date/Time: Friday, 9/04/20 / 11:28PM

“God it’s late, it’s late it’s late,” River muttered like the white rabbit as he unlocked the front door and let himself into his simple home. There he locked eyes with the babysitter, Bex Varela, and gave a sheepish smile. “God I know I said I’d be home by 9. Thank you so much for staying, my hands were full. You’d think people would want to spend their Friday nights elsewhere, not at the Doctor’s!” he quickly spoke and ended on a sigh, obviously exhausted physically and mentally. He dropped his medical bag on the couch opposite of Bex, then slipped out of his black, polished shoes. He leaned against the small, circular table in their home before sitting down and pulling out his phone. River electronically sent $95 to Bex’s account, then placed the phone face down on the table. He looked over his shoulder and smiled wearily. “Left you a nice tip. What’re you studying now?” 

[wicanthropy]

closed for @eternusflames​

Date/Time: Sunday, August 30th 2020 / ~9:30AM

Nearly two months after Landon asked Forest to move in with him (it wasn’t really an ask, but more of a ‘why isn’t this already a reality?’ thing), Forest carried his final box of miscellaneous shit that he couldn’t let himself throw away but had no real need to be anywhere in a house besides a small room in the back of a closet. His family photos that he’d taken out of storage when he first came with his friends to Romulus were erected around the house, on the walls, in drawers, on cabinets. But some things had Mother and Father written all over them, and while they had no real use, he couldn’t let go of his parents knowing their time would be up sooner rather than later. 

Forest wasn’t a sentimental person, moving so much and having to pack so little while doing bounty hunter things made him easily throw things away once they had lost their value. After all, a good chunk of his money had gone to his parents to help them keep afloat, so he only really kept necessities on his body. Still, for some damn reason it took almost two months from the Fourth of July Summer festival until the absolute end of August to move his small apartment into Landon’s home. Forest joked it was because they didn’t need two of everything, and they had multiple garage sales to get rid of the worst of their colanders, dutch ovens, bathroom towels, rugs and the like. Thankfully Forest had gotten most of his shitty, hand-me-down furniture from The Used Shop, which was basically a Good Will of anything you could think of for the townsfolk of Romulus. People came and went, people bought or made new items, some carpenters tore apart the bare bones of furniture and made new things altogether. 

That is what Forest loved about his new home, Romulus. It was the perfect place to raise a family, perfect place to start afresh, perfect place to make friends. Most people were safe, but no council was perfect and Forest kept his eyes peeled for the handful of folk he knew he would never trust. 

After he had emptied his car of the final crumbs of belongings, Forest made his way up the stairs, stripped, and joined Landon back in bed. The day before they had scrubbed the apartment and, with their age, they were both feeling a bit tired. But there was also no excuse needed to stay in bed all day. “I’m officially moved in,” he sang, kissing the five o’clock shadow on Landon’s cheek and smiling into his warm, delicious-smelling skin. “My furniture is gone, all of our duplicates, and my family photos are in almost every room in the house. There’s no talking your way out of this, Mr. Superstar,” he chuckled deeply and rubbed Landon’s chest. “Guess you’ll have to start writing your Self Help: How to Live With A Werewolf book pretty soon.”

[wicanthropy]

@eternusflames​

It had taken weeks for Tate to be able to see Milo again in person. Her emotions were all screwed but so far he had given her her space and respected her boundaries, even when she acted like a pregnant woman with all of her stupid rules. Part of her thought she came up with ridiculous things just to see if he would stick it out and stay around. She was so ready to lose another person in her life, but he never showed an ounce of frustration. She wanted to cry some nights when laying in bed thinking that she had a father who probably cared more than her previous one, but she also knew how easily that could be ripped from her, how one wrong word could mean a slap to the face and a bloody lip and she would often cry herself to sleep, not wanting her real father, her only father, to hurt her like she had been in the past. 

The last time she saw her biological father, they had gone out for ice cream a few weeks ago but after some nudging from the older, Tate finally agreed to meet him at his house for a real meal, for real food, for a dinner-daddy-daughter-date (thankfully he hadn’t used those exact words, otherwise she would’ve pulled her hair out). 

After hesitantly knocking on the door they said their pleasantries and she saw Milo wipe his hands on a towel and swing it over his shoulder. It was... it was new. It looked so easy, but she had never seen someone do it in front of her. It made him a real person, somehow. Like he was trying. Like he was good at cooking, he had made more than those TV dinners or cold cereal in his lifetime, and it shouldn’t be shocking because he had so many years on her, but it was nice to know someone she was related to had some of their shit together in this hellscape called life. 

He led her to the table and quickly placed what he had made in front of her as she got situated in her chair. “You uh... you made this for me? Us, you. Us. You made this for us?” she asked, looking down at the food placed in front of her. She would’ve been happy sitting at the counter, sitting next to and not facing Milo, but the way her father had situated the placemats it appeared they were kitty-cornered to each other and she may have to look at the right half of his face. 

[wicanthropy]

eternusflames​:

Mal rolled her eyes affectionately at her friend as she moved around the counter and wrapped an apron around herself before climbing onto one of the counters to pull down the flour to do the baked goods for this morning. “The tardiness wouldn’t get better if I married him and had a honeymoon, you know,” she said playfully, reaching out to smack at her friend’s ass with a dish towel. 

“We’re just not in a rush,” she told Bo, biting down on her lip a little as she thought about it. It was a strange situation, she supposed. A lot of people wouldn’t think they’d been together long enough to consider it, but they had a child and had been in love for nearly ten years, so wasn’t that enough? “i dunno, it- It wouldn’t be too soon, right?”

“God, one of you needs a vasectomy or some shit,” she rolled her eyes, knowing full well that had nothing to do with fixing a libido. But she and her best friend were already itching to change the subject and Bo smiled when Mal flushed. Her buttons had always been right on the surface for Bo to poke, which was probably a little dangerous, but Bo never took advantage of the younger werewolf. “I mean, Mal, you could have anybody in the world. I think he’d be eager to tie you down. Even when you’re eighty you’d be hotter than his six pack. Baggy breasts? God sign me up,” she cackled, wincing away from her friend’s attack. 

“‘Too soon’?” she pondered as she made her way to another counter in the kitchen to crack a dozen or so eggs so it was easier when Mal needed them. She should’ve been prepping this whole time but Bo never had enough time for anything. She didn’t want to live at the Lackadaisy, but she had more knowledge in balancing the books so she took it upon herself to give herself a couple extra hours at work so Mal could spend time with her family. 

“I’m not trying to be sappy like Orion gets when he’s sleep deprived, but dude... you’re already family. You and Rod? Rod and Eden? It’s like you never gave her... its like she’s been in your life this whole time, Mal,” Bo tried to keep her voice a mutter and raise her eyebrows just enough to not show too much emotion to her friend, but the reality was she really looked up to Mal and Nolyn. Hell, he was almost good enough for her friend, but he still had a few things to tweak. “Let me just remind you. How much did you think about not only Eden but Nolyn too the entire time you were away from them?” Bo asked, then offered her hand with a dramatic flick of the wrist as she waited for Mallory’s answer, smiling as Mallory was once again flustered before answering. 

[chrisevansedits]

CHRIS EVANS Defending Jacob 1x08 - “After”

[wicanthropy]

The Mojave is known for producing species of life that may seem unable to thrive elsewhere. On the border lived a small family consisting of Roman and River Rhys, raised by a couple that no matter how many jobs they worked could not balance their checkbook to save their lives. Roman was slightly older, broader, taller, while River did everything he could to be just like his older brother. They were inseparable until high school, when Roman bullied his younger brother to do his homework for him. His body was changing and River couldn’t catch up, no matter how much he loved his brother or wanted to be close to him. Thankfully this didn’t last long as Roman dropped out of high school to join the biker gang The Vipers, rivals to The Coyotes who were also native to the area. River could see the unfortunate events that could only play out if his family was left down this road, and right out of high school he joined the army. Becoming a combat medic was one of the best things that ever happened to him, and after a tour he returned home, hoping he was a changed man. But there were high roads and low roads, named for a reason. With the women, booze and drugs the gang offered, River found it easy to put off finding a new job. He drank heavily to cope with what he’d seen, and it didn’t take long to knock up a woman he didn’t love. They settled on the name Mason Rowan Rhys as River continued not to look for a job. He figured he owed the gang enough, he could settle their debts later.

One summer as the Mojave grew unbearable, River found his brother’s deceased body that had obviously overdosed. Checking his phone, he found his supplier and eagerly put four bullets in the man’s chest. That very night he ran away with his son, heading eastward for anything that wasn’t a hostile desert. He found Romulus by accident, which seems to be a common occurrence that the witches refuse to speak on, in spring of 2016. The grief he felt for his brother never seemed to fade, and River found support groups for struggling alcoholics, veterans, and anything else he may need. Romulus was more of a home than anywhere River had been. He felt grounded, like his spirit had been soaring with the wind but now was anchored. The school treated his son well and respected their wishes to change his name to Rowan, sounding close enough to his uncle’s name but not identical so River’s grief wasn’t hit or confused. Currently River works as a physical therapist, both at the hospital and on-call for the people in Romulus. Because of this he has a few regular babysitters that help him take care of Rowan, a growing nine year old boy. River has a few other shifter friends that are helping him and his son learn more about what they are, for his relationship with his parents was never strong enough for them to worry about ‘what’ they were, only what they owed. He lives his now-quiet life, unaware that someone he knows shares a similar path to his own and may open doors he hoped to leave closed forever.

[fitz-johansen]

‘Undrafted’ (2015)