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Send me a ship:

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

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Just came from work and picked up two more shifts between the next three days and I'm just really tired. Sorry I can't be here to do replies, I just can't really do them mobile. I'm supposed to go to Disney in a month with pals which is the first thing I've had to look forward to in years (one friend is offering to pay my part for the hotel as long as I can get the ticket, which my dad agreed to do for me) but it's so far away for me and I'm working so much I'm finding it really hard to get through the days so I'm pretty much dragging myself though. Especially with minimal contact and conversations with friends lately and pretty much nothing to fill my time except work, work, and whatever sleep I can squeeze in between. I've been so tired and focused on trying to sleep I haven't had more than a single meal each of the past two days. Idek why I'm typing this, it was just supposed to start as saying I still wanna be around but my internet is still disconnected indefinitely and my mobile data is running out, basically. Tomorrow I will be going to my dads at some point so I will have internet for those few hours. I'll try to do things if my energy allows.

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                  The tragic flaw of charming men is exactly as it seems:              Too much grease                             can break down a machine

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What is Ward's favorite movie to curl up and watch on a stormy night?

One of his favorite films to watch is What We Do In the Shadows. It’s a more recent film and a supernatural comedy following the daily lives of a house of vampires in the modern world. He’s certainly no vampire but Ward enjoys the humor the film shines on such a horrific life. He gets several laughs out of it, and werewolves also appear in the movie. He’s excited for the next installment, We’re Wolves.

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Someone send me more anons to answer when I visit my dad tomorrow, because he has internet at his house. Bless.

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↖ is now accepting curious anons.

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To provoke me is a horrible,                                               horrible,                                                                mistake.

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“I’m not going to harm you, I promise. You’re hurt as is, I just want to help.”

He doesn’t know what the other werewolf (he was a werewolf, wasn’t he?) has just been through, but the scent of blood was undeniable and Ward hardly wanted to go home and risk a life in trouble. He held up his hands, palms forward and bit back the ache to drop his fangs at the others’ threatening display. His yellow eyes, though, he could do nothing about. “Let me help you.”

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Werewolf. Michael recognized the scent anywhere. It set him on edge, and made him prepared to attack if needed. His eyes turned from green to black and his fangs extended. He wasn’t willing to let the werewolf anywhere near him. He let out a low growl, warning him not to get any closer. Michael, while not a violent man at heart, was never relaxed when there was a werewolf nearby and he wasn’t about to be killed because he foolishly trusted a creature that might want him dead. 

“Stay back.” He threatened, the words barely heard because of how distorted they sounded with his fangs out.

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I’m really missing my other muse today and it hurts me.

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The bus was slowly filling with people starting on their way to work, much like he was. Scents from all across the city wafted in each time the doors opened and sealed up again, making his nose scrunch each time a new passenger boarded. But the one prominent smell that wouldn’t leave he swore must have belonged to the man who’d just spoken, because no one else nearby seemed as uneasy. He could tell the man was agitated, weary and possibly quite wary as well.

Ward stood up from his seat several chairs down from the man and stood by him, hand gripping around the tether hanging from the ceiling. His mouth opened and closed a few times, especially after he’d noticed the heels, but eventually found a few simple words: “Are you all right? I can’t help noticing you’re, uh--- something’s wrong?”

open // accepting

John was exhausted. According to his phone, it was just after six am, and the sun peeking over the horizon agreed. He normally would have been in bed by now, but a manager had let him hang out at the club since one of his clients had been lingering around outside. Once the bus had arrived, he had made a run for it.

If the bus floor hadn’t been as gross as it was, he might have taken off his heels for the ride. But as it was, he was forced to sit there feeling vulnerable, a large jacket the only thing covering his work outfit. John had several bobby pins in his mouth, clenched between his teeth. He was trying to pull the others out, which was a lot more difficult than normal due to the sway of the bus. Long curls slowly fell down and landed on his shoulders. One pin slipped out of his fingers and skidded a few feet away. “Fuck me dead,” he swore.

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The 1OO Aesthetics ↳ Azgeda

Oso GONPLEI kom oso hou.                                          Kom oso kru.                             Kom oso emo seingeda.                                               Oso win au, kom OSO. 

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             DRIPPING IN ALL THE LIVES THAT HE TOOK

indie. ‘werewolf’ oc. highly selective. original lore. historical influence.

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@kingroun // liked the starter call. "My king." Ward stands up from the wolves that have surrounded him. They trust him and consider him one of their own, but when the king of Azgeda draws near, they snarl and scatter across the field behind his modest home. Ward bows. "Are you in need of new furs? I'm afraid I'm a little too short to provide you any of much use to someone your size."

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@ginatcnic // liked the starter call.

“Gina?” He walks through her doors, taking in the chime to alert her of his presence. He doesn’t step up toward her counter right away, instead veering off the straight line to sniff at a few potted plants sitting beneath a warm light. “I saw you called. I’m sorry I couldn’t pick up. Is this about the wolfsbane...?”

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Like for a starter later tonight!