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so i’m going to be busy the next few days! the wiring in our house is getting fixed & my dog is currently in the cone of shame, so my energy to RP is really low rn my kik/skype are always available for ic or ooc interactions!!

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For the anon who requested pictures of wolves with plushies a while back - Arctic wolf (Canis lupus arctos) called Riot with an Easter bunny plushie at the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary

Pictures by Rae McCue

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There's a light growl that escapes and Brett swallowed, a flare of anger pushing at his chest and he throws another hit to the punching bag. There's a continuing echoing from the girl's shoes and he barely stops from casting a scowl in her direction. It isn't her fault, this black mood of his and she doesn't deserve to face his ire, but... she had stopped him when all he wanted to do was run this energy out, make it dissipate so he could focus on anything else except for this. She had to have a reason to seek him out and the werewolf isn't rude. Not necessarily. He nodded slightly in her general direction, dropping to sit on the floor.

"Hi."

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She wasn’t one for UNPLANNED interrogations. Especially when she had to be HONEST and open. A moody werewolf to HANDLE also wasn’t on the schedule. From his pores evaded a subtle and YET coarse fire, haunting the walls. Thick BOOT soles hit the floor, leaving the TRAIL of an echo behind her every steps. Riley rolled her SHOULDERS as her hands sunk into her BACK pockets, gaze lifting to meet a bothered one.

“Yes, actually. Hi?’‘ 

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you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.

love at the end of the world | m.j.  (via nerezigni)

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Brett rolled his eyes, hands drifting down Liam's sides before he slipped them under the hem of the smaller wolf's shirt and started to push it up. "Sarcasm isn't needed right now, you know," he said, cocking an eyebrow at Liam, hands settling over his ribs and thumbs rubbing idly over the chilled skin. "The sooner we get you dried off, the sooner you'll warm up. So help me undress you and we can get you under a blanket."

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 Liam made a noise, batting at Brett.

      “Squishing meeee!!!”

 The smaller wolf whined, pushing  at the taller boy in half playfulness and  half seriously.

The pushes at his shoulder barely phased him, Brett laughing as he slipped down Liam's body slightly, arms caging the smaller wolf's head and shoulders as he settled further on top of Liam. He nosed lightly at Liam's cheek, ducking in for a quick, gentle kiss before he pulled back, humming low in his throat.

       "And what will you give me to get off of you?"

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“Well MAYBE if you hadn’t gone harrowing after Liam, even when I TOLD you that Reg had him protected, and stayed by my side like I TOLD you too then we wouldn’t be in this mess!!” Brina snapped back angrily, her heart hammering in her throat as she knelt beside him and peeled his hand away from his wound to inspect it. Yes…. Just like she feared. “THAT, my impulsive hot headed giant, was a vampire. A full grown one. And the REASON I told you not to go running off by yourself!! You’re lucky it was just one bite. The venom won’t kill you but you are in for a HELLUVA night, Cher.”

She grumbled, taking his arm and pulling it over her neck to help him up.

“Come on. The others made it home safe already. We gotta go before we get more unwanted company.”

"It's Liam," Brett snapped, his temper rising and he barely held back from snapping his teeth at the older woman. He wasn't actually a wolf, he wouldn't sink that far, but it hurt and he was bleeding and it was Liam. He winced as she moved his hand, a low groan falling from his mouth, but she had to understand. Even though he knew his safety was more important right now, another groan being pulled from him as she pulled him up. He tried to keep most of his weight on away from her, but it was difficult, the blood loss and venom going to his head.

"It was Liam. I couldn't let him get hurt again," the teenager murmured, quiet in a way he normally wasn't as he started to limp in the direction of the house, the hand not around Brina's neck pressed back to his side. "I needed to protect him."

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His fingers traced over the name on his wrist, stark against the tan. He had never heard of this happening, of the name changing and Brett let his hand drop, a frown settling on his face as he tried to think. The soulmate system, he knew, wasn't perfect, but the names weren't supposed to change. Sometimes they disappeared, but that was rare. Everyone had a soulmate, platonic or romantic and Brett was depending on his almost. On finding them and being happy with them. It was the one thing he had wanted since he was little, since 'Helen' had first embossed itself on his wrist. Even now, with 'Hazel' in its place, Brett still wanted to meet her, wanted to try to form something with this person who was supposed to make him happy.

Was supposed to be able to show him love.

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Honestly, I’m really only interested in soulmate AUs with alternative plots.

I don’t really care about person A and person B who have each other’s names on their wrists and find each other and live happily ever after. I care about a culture where people don’t bother forming romantic relationships with anyone other than their soulmate, where they finally find their soulmate and realize they don’t know how to handle the ups and downs of a relationship.

I care about people who fall in love with someone who isn’t their soulmate and aren’t willing to leave.

I care about queer people who are outed by the names on their arms, about trans people who spend their whole lives worrying that their birth name will be on their soulmate’s arm, then sobbing in relief when it’s not.

I care about people in poly relationships and how that looks.

I care about asexual aromantic people who have a name anyway and wonder if they’re broken or if it’s the platonic soulmate they’ve always wanted.

I care about people who Google their soulmate and are disappointed by what they find. I care about the private detective agencies that rake in cash to help people find their soulmates. I care about the ways non-soulmate couples are discriminated against, from disapproving grandmas to insurance companies that won’t insure someone’s spouse unless they’re their soulmate. I care about teenagers who are devastated that their celebrity crush isn’t their soulmate and what happens when the media discovers a young, unknown person whose soulmate is hugely famous.

I care about the people who never meet their soulmates, whose soulmates died young, whose soulmates have another name on their arms.

I care about the ways that this is a broken system, how it fucks people up, how it doesn’t guarantee a happy ending and how people find their happy endings anyway.

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Stiles stood there waiting for Brett. He had been meaning to talk to him about his pack but had just gotten the nerve up to do so. After everything that had been going on he just needed someone outside the pack to talk to and he figured Brett was a good choice. He actually liked Brett. More than he probably should but he was gorgeous and he was a nice guy. When the wolf came over he shrugged. Stiles didn’t realize that he had been staring at him. He was just trying to figure out what to say to him really.

“Hey uh…yeah this is going to sound weird but so…Deaton is training me to be an emissary and he thought it would be a good idea for me to talk to other werewolves that weren’t in Scott’s pack. You’re a born wolf right? I’ve been trying to get more knowledge into born wolves and well…you’re the only one I know besides Derek and no one knows where he is. So uh…yeah…hi.”

It was more than weird and Brett grinned, almost cocky as he watched Stiles. Weird, but interesting. If he was being honest, Brett hadn't even considered Stiles as an emissary. Aside from Scott and Liam, Brett barely considered Scott's pack because it was unusual. Not just wolves and humans, but all kinds of creatures, ones Brett had heard of, but had never met before. A slight flush of pride spread over Brett's face at the idea of someone coming to him for advice, but it made sense. The Hales were gone, his own pack was almost gone, and Satomi... Satomi was someone who it took a while to get used to and Brett nodded, his grin fading into a kinder smile as he sank down onto the bleacher seat.

"Hi then. I guess I can help you since I'm kind of friends with Liam and Scott is a pretty big thing in the werewolf circle, y'know. Born wolves aren't that different from bitten wolves. We just have an easier time with control and we grow up knowing what all we can do." Brett kept his voice low, even though they were alone; better safe than to have someone overhear and think they were crazy or worse, try to attack them. "You could have just asked Liam or Mason for my number and texted instead of coming all the way to my school too."

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mccallofthewild:

Scott frowned at the answer that he received. If he was honest with himself, it was the answer that he expected, but it wasn’t the answer that he really wanted. He wanted something simple, like how Brett was worried about Beacon Hills stomping Devonford Prep this year when they played each other. That would have been a good, normal answer.

But Scott knew all too well how little of his life was normal these days.

Scott sighed softly, leaning forward so that he could drop his voice to a soft, soothing tone.

“I know. Trust me, I know. If it wasn’t for you, I might’ve lost Mason and Liam that night. I don’t know if I thanked you for stepping in, but I should have. But I don’t want to endanger any more people than I have to. You have a little sister to take care of.”

The frown isn't something that Brett missed and his own expression turned to match Scott's, a small frown that quickly dissolved into something almost sad as Scott started talking. Brett knew what he was doing, the lower tone, the quieter voice used by alphas to soothe betas and even though Brett wanted to stay indignant, pushing on angry, it worked. If he was honest, the beta was more hurt than anything. He had put himself on the line and nothing except for being asked about warning signs of chimeras.

A light roll of his shoulders, an excuse for a shrug as Brett sighed, watching Scott and the mention of his sister made him tense. She was basically a child; she didn't need pulled into any of this more than she was and Brett knew that he was supposed to protect her, but he hates this. Knowing that something is going on, that his pack, his friends, his family is potentially in danger and he doesn't know what is going on.

"Did Liam tell you about my sister? Or Mason?" is the first thing he said, teeth digging into his lip lightly before he relaxed himself again, another light shrug. "I hate that you're not telling my pack anything. Not even to help you, but we were decimated last year because you knew something was happening and didn't tell us anything. They were my family and they're gone now."

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mythological species: werewolves

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Why I Love You

Aries: I love you because you make me brave. You stand up for the underdog and give a voice to the voiceless. You have such an impact on all the people you meet because your vibrant personality is unforgettable. You are so alive, there is a flame in you that can never go out.

Taurus: I love you because you look out for me. You are the stem to the rose, the trunk to the tree, the support system of life as we know it. It’s all thanks to you. Your humor and grace do not go unnoticed, and the way you love is so genuine and warm.

Gemini: I love you because you make me think. The things you say run through my mind long after you leave. Your smile lights up your eyes and you charge the air around you with electricity. There’s some kind of mischief about you, an energy that nobody can match.

Cancer: I love you because you endure. You are the daisies bending in the wind and rain but always surviving to see the sunshine and serenity. There is calmness in the way you carry yourself and care in the way you treat others. Your heart can heal any wound.

Leo: I love you because you’re radiant. You have so much zeal and passion and you fill the room with your presence. Your words drip gold, making everyone want to cling to every word you say. You’re an eternal flash of lightning, irreplaceable and one in a million.

Virgo: I love you because you protect me. Your quiet dignity is like armor to the people around you, and your presence is so reassuring in even the most distressing of times. You are a placid lake teeming with life underneath the surface, a seed that has sprouted but hasn’t broken through the soil yet.

Libra: I love you because you built my world. Your unwavering support for the people you love is truly inspiring. Love is in your smile, your eyes, your words, and follows you wherever you go. You are so dedicated to making life beautiful for not only yourself but everyone around you as well.

Scorpio: I love you because you make me feel. Nobody’s heart has the same beat as yours. There’s a reflective darkness in your eyes and something magnetic in your soul. You’re the thunderstorm as well as the subsequent rainbow, the good mixed into the bad. 

Sagittarius: I love you because you make me free. The way you laugh it off even when it hurts is so commendable but there’s so much more to you than your smile. You would do anything for the people you care about and have such a warm, open heart.

Capricorn: I love you because you make me safe. You are the light guiding me home, the feeling of waking up to the smell of breakfast on a Sunday morning. There is a silent strength in the way you hold yourself and a drive that makes everyone around you aspire to be something more.

Aquarius: I love you because you’re complex. You let your thoughts roam free and unrestricted and your mind has taken you places other people can’t even imagine. You are an elusive wanderer and there is so much intrigue in your words, your mannerisms, and your sideways glances.

Pisces: I love you because you accept me. You’re an old soul with a young mind and an even younger heart, untouched by judgment and greed. You would sacrifice anything for the well being of your loved ones, and have the ethereal beauty of an everlasting sunset.

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This, clubs, it wasn’t usually Isaac’s scene. He’d been in far too many chaotic occurrences in them to enjoy them like the others. But here he was anyways. Essentially he was just looking for somewhere to lose himself while also watching the pack babies… discreetly. 

Normally drinking wasn’t something he did either but he found himself three shots in even as he moved through the body filled dance floor. Of course it had little effect, with the exception of making his belly feel hot. 

He had grabbed an actual drink, of which the name was lost upon him, before actually moving into the mass of bodies. It was half gone when he felt a warm body slide against his own. Oh. Blue eyes flicked from over their body before settling on a face. Isaac smirked and finished his drink as a hand slipped out to gently guide the other male forward. Closer until every movement of his would be synced to theirs.

Normally, Brett would have ignored him and moved on. This wasn't his idea of a good time, grinding on a stranger and jumping for what would probably turn into a walk of shame the next morning, but other werewolves were rare here. Especially werewolves Brett didn't recognize and the glass was sweating in his hand as he slid easily into the shorter man's space, an arm draping over the other's shoulder and he's sure his drink is dripping down over the wolf's arm, but Brett can't bring himself to care when he's being guided so smoothly closer until they're pressed together.

He isn't used to people meeting him on height and even though he's still taller, it isn't that much and an easy smile lit his face as they pressed together, Brett's free hand coming to rest on the other's hip. The distinct woodsy smell of werewolves and animals is sharp in Brett's nose, not dulled by the mass of people in the club like one would expect, but enhanced. Enhanced by the singularity of it and Brett leaned close, lips ghosting over the shell of the other's ear before he decided to speak. He knew how to mask his scent, but what was the fun in that if he gave it away with talking so clearly like he knew.

            "Brett. Who are you?"

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It was easy enough to clamp a hand over the girl's mouth, hushing her cries and screams. Brett's answer to Liam was a low huff of annoyance as he looked down at the girl; he was always quiet. He knew what he was doing. Knew how to make it look like an actual wild animal, not just a werewolf and not a human. Inside, he was howling, a savage beast, but outside, he was calm and collected. Just watching the girl as she twisted and turned in terror, wearing herself out because as much as Brett wanted this, he didn't want to deal with a fight tonight. Liam sounded weary, like he wanted Brett to finish so they could leave. So he does, darting forward lightning quick and letting claws slip almost velvet smooth through her neck, the blood coating his hand as he watched the girl's life end.

After that, it's a matter of tearing her apart. Setting the scene so Liam won't have to do as much as usual. Brett didn't bother to go to the other teenager after he was done, slipping off to the shower head to rinse himself off as best he could as he morphed back into full human, watching as the water swirled pink around his feet. Innocent wasn't a word they used often, even though Brett knew it was a matter of innocence to who Brett was allowed to hurt. But it wasn't something Liam mentioned to him and it made him bite at his lip, glancing over at the werewolf through his dripping hair.

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You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

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