❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞
"Thank you.." Kale said softly, glancing over from where he was sat against a tree trunk, curled into himself as he relived the shame and pain of the night, what had happened hours ago now still heavy on his mind. Kale never expected a 'fox' to be the one to help him in his time of need but he wasn’t upset about it. The other man couldn’t understand how much his just being there with him right now was helping him, Kale was certain of it.
A wolf without a pack was bad enough, but a wolf exiled shamefully from their pack was something else entirely. He’d been forced to transform by his old pack leader to take a final beating in front of the others, the double whammy of pain meant to humiliate him as much as it had. He tried to come to terms with the grief, anger finally creeping its way in when he thought too long on what had happened.
As much as he loved being in wolf form as frequently as he could get away with, he didn’t love the excruciating transformation that came along with it. As far as he was concerned he and the moon were the only ones with any business deciding when he transformed. A violent urge to go back and challenge them in wolf form wouldn't leave his mind, as much as it scared him and didn’t go with his pacifist image.
"They wouldn't stop.." he said miserably, finally turning to face the man again, eyes yellow and full of tears.
@void-foxy liked this for a Christmas themed starter.
Elena’s in Town Square, bundled up in coats and a hat. She wraps her arms around herself against the cold air of the night. Bonnie and Caroline have already gone home, and she’s going too, but she’s distracted by the Christmas tree.
She looks at the guy next to her, who’s a bit drawn in. She doesn’t recognise him, but she gives him a small smile, “it’s really pretty, isn’t it?”
Top/bottom ship discourse is like a personal karmic punishment specifically for me bc whenever it becomes relevant to me its always bc the character ive seen and known in my heart to be submissive and breedable beyond compare, is Always the character the Rest of the fandom has decided is the most Dommiest DomTop to ever Fuck in History. Or a top leaning switch, by ppl who hate top/bottom discourse. So no matter what its always slim pickings and So hard to find ppl who Get it. Who Understand. It happens every time..... stop looking at me like im crazy there is no way in hell that guy is a top i will castrate him myself before i let yall keep doing this!! Youre HURTING him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Going to see the FNAF movie with my sister tomorrow. The flashing lights are undoubtedly going to murder me and my brain, but y’know what?
Worth it.
FNAF songs have been living in my brain rent free for weeks now. Gods I’m not ready for the jump scares. Lungs do not fail me!!!! YOU CAN SURVIVE THIS.
Update: sister has agreed to let me play FNAF songs on the way there. But only after we leave the funeral home. HUZZAH. Ya’ll, I’m so excited.
Second Update: Song playlist has been made. Hehehe. 😈
✧・゚: *✧・゚— "Please don't go," she begged, cheeks darkening at the intensity of her own request. She didn't want to be alone. It was night time, and she was exhausted, and she knew that she would have to sleep if he left. She might have to sleep anyways, but she couldn't stand the thought of being alone either way. Not when she currently felt the warm safety of being next to Lupin; she didn't want to let him go. Not yet.
Maybe it was childish to be so afraid of being alone, but it didn't feel like it. Normally she thrived on her own, prided herself on her independence, but right now... Now it was hard, when shadows played at the corners of her vision and every noise seemed like it was someone watching her. "I don't want to be alone. I'm sorry," she whimpered quietly, finally needing to drop her gaze from his, eyes focusing on her hands.
@void-foxy sent : "your eye bags have eye bags. " | PROMPTS FOR WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD | Always Open!
"That's funny. Coming from a guy who doesn't look like he's doing good in the eyebag department himself" Lance replied, terribly aware of the scar underneath his scar beneath his left eye the longer he looked at the other, phantom pain creeping its way right back into the corner of said eye.
But still. You couldn't keep his eyes off the other either way, unsure what to make of them. Make of this. Annoyed, exhausted and yet...curious to know.