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hayleeho:
“See, I’m not really a trash can for emotional baggage, so you’ll really have to explain to me who Keres is and why is she being extra bitchy to you. Also, I’ve had a witch mess with my head before and I know how it feels. It’s not the end of the world. Give yourself a day or two, it will get better. “
“Well, my ‘emotional baggage’ can be easily corrected once I find the way to do that. She’s the other witch on the council, and formerly a companion of mine for a very long time,” the warlock said, squirming a little when she said to give it time. “It’s been weeks. But what else should I expect? Giving a psychopath emotions is like setting up a time bomb in the middle of a small town.”
“Tick, tick, tick.”
hayleeho:
“Magical connection? Okay, listen up, there must be a reason for her to mess with your head. Figure out what she wants. I have no idea what’s going on with you two, but don’t fight her before you know what her deal is.”
“I wish she did have a reason, but it’s nothing like that. Selfish as it was, it was not her intent to make me... feel. She knows damn well that I could care less for pesky human emotions. But it wasn’t -- it wasn’t her intention to ruin me. We’ve had worse fights before.”
hayleeho:
“Okay, slow down. Hold up. You sure someone’s not just messing with your head? If you stop freaking out for a second and elaborate – I might be able to help you out.”
“I assure you, there is not a doubt in my mind that someone’s messing with my mind. This is one of those... stupid side effects of a magical connection with the witch, Keres. But if she’s going to make me miserable, I will certainly return the favor.”
venomous--vixen:
“She’s not an obsession, Lycus. I lo- do care about her, you know I do. And I get that emotions aren’t really your forte, but she’s a part of my life, and that’s how it’s going to stay. That doesn’t mean I’m not your witch, or that I care about any less.” Keres pursed her lips, knowing that he had a point. “If I was strong enough to turn that body into a wolf when I placed you in it, would you still feel that way?”
“You stopped being my witch the second I became a warlock,” Lycus snarled at her, anger boiling up so violently within him that it made him flinch from a bout of dizziness. He shook it off. ”I like how instead of acknowledging what you have done, you’d rather talk about the hypothetical. How could you do this to me, Keres? I’ve given up everything for you - my life included - you time and time again. And for what? To be tossed aside like I’m nothing? It would have been more merciful to kill me instead of putting me through this. You’ve taken everything from me under the guise of our dedication to one another, and I was a fool to believe in you.”
venomous--vixen:
“Right.. I’m the bitch, as usual. Not like you are more than fucking welcome in my house whenever you want to come by. This isn’t just on me, Lycus. Two way street, μαλάκα. You could’ve come to me. Excuse me for staying out of your way when you all but screamed that you were out for fuckin’ blood.”
“I would rather stab myself in the eye with a hot iron fire poker than be around your stupid new obsession,” Lycus growled at her, sweaty palms clenching into fists. “You made your feelings towards me perfectly clear when you tossed me aside to a new body just to save her bloody friend. It was more important to you to stay in that manipulative bitch’s good graces than it was to let me be. You’ve destroyed me just to make her fucking happy.”
venomous--vixen:
“That does tend to happen when you shut people out, Ly.”
“Says the bitch witch who is far too preoccupied with her new pet goldfish to pay any mind to me.”
hayleeho:
“You think you can make it stop? Don’t be silly. There’s no way to make it stop. Just take it. Be strong. Don’t let it have that much power over you.”
“Nothing has power over me. There’s got to a potion, or a spell -- drugs -- something. This - these feelings are making me weak. I can not be weak.”
hayleeho:
“That’s usually what happens when you let yourself feel. You alright?”
“Tell me how to make it stop. I don’t like this.”
xvcra:
“…H-Human… n-.. n-nature..” Vera says carefully. She won’t be able to chase that feeling away for him permanently, but she could always assist him into thinking he isn’t lonely.
“Humans are weak,” Lycus snapped at the girl, a flash of anger overcoming his formerly somber features. “ I am no human.”
dahliatostealthestars:
“Most people feel lonely. It isn’t a new feeling.” Her brows furrowed forward in confusion. “Are you…..ok?”
"In all of the time that I’ve existed in this world, I never have,” Lycus breathed, shoulders tensing in annoyance at the thought,“ I don’t know what ‘okay’ is anymore.”
professionalentertainer:
“Have you never felt… lonely.. before?”
“No -- I’ve always been --” The warlock paused, frustrated internally by this, ”been something of a lone wolf. This isn’t an emotion I’m used to.”
“I -- what is this? I feel -- I feel...Lonely.”
alexiagates:
“Not really. I’m thinking bigger. More hedonism, less regulation. Hence this conversation.”
"Well then, by all means, it’ll give a pass from the witches. At least my half, anyway.”
literalily:
“I listened to the soft brag of my heart; I am I am I am.” - The Bell Jar
brokenboyfoster:
“Then who the hell are you?” Caleb kept his jaw locked and his fists tight, inhaling sharply as he belittled him. Taking a step forward, he made his voice low and dangerous, a mechanism for standing up for himself that had been so forcefully implemented by his loved ones. “You know, you’re not… you’re not worth it. Leave if you don’t want to be here. No one is stopping you. And for the record – it’s going to take a lot more than that to provoke me.”
“I am,” The warlock smiled devilishly at the wolf as if overjoyed about his very own existence. “Alright, fine. Take the higher ground. I’ll look forward to the day that I make you regret not taking this opportunity when you had the chance.”
iraisedeadpeople:
Words echoed in his ears. Someone else was there. Slowly his gazed turned upwards towards the other occupant. Was it another occupant or a new play thing? The other one hadn’t lasted. Such a shame. A flick of his wrist covered the wall in more splatters of blood, a smile threatened to break across his face.
“No real damage is done. I’ll bring them back before the night is done. Do you plan on turning me in?” Curiosity was stopping him from attacking the other. That and a look in his eyes. The blood nor body bothered him.
“What fun would there be for me if I turned you in? You can keep them dead for all I care,” Lycus replied, tilting his head to the side as he looked from the body, up to the necromancer. He noticed the look on his face, and recognized it, knowing it well. “Don’t get any ideas. Come after me and I go after you. Full disclaimer -- I haven’t quite figured out how to not make people explode when I use my magic.”