I'VE MOVED @were-jer OVER TO HIS OWN BLOG PLZ FOLLOW ME THERE

Literally everything is the same, I just figured he would do better as his own blog instead of a sideblog.

Also I updated his Carrd again <3

I'VE MOVED @were-jer OVER TO HIS OWN BLOG PLZ FOLLOW ME THERE

Literally everything is the same, I just figured he would do better as his own blog instead of a sideblog.

Also I updated his Carrd again <3

That was a different question, it did the job of pulling him out of that hopeless spiral, jerking him back to the present. What did he like?? Was there anything to like? Jeremy cleared his throat and shrugged, staying quiet for a longer stretch while he tried to come up with something.

"The uh... The sun. It feels better."

"You'll blend in, Jeremy. Special people always do. They tend to stand out. It just takes time to get where you want to be and you still have a whole life ahead of you. You're too young to give up now." she felt horrible for this kid, he seemed so lost and broken and Camille saw herself in Jeremy. Maybe that was why she tried harder with him than she would with any other teenager. Maybe she didn't feel like this person deserved to feel the way they did. "What do you like most about being what you are?"

puppy

Elena failed the initiative roll and now there's more scrabbling at the window, accompanied by inhuman grunts of exertion as claws too big for the lip clutched to stay on the side of the house. The daggers on the hind feet were dug into the siding, never once a thought for damage to the house passing through the creature's mind.

Home. Warm. Inside.

A large black nose snuffled right at the bottom of the glass, snout pushing as he tried to pry the window open, finally popping the lock.

It's 2am and there's a scrabbling sound at your window, roll for initiative.

From @were-jer who should definitely be at school right now

Well that doesn't sound good. If she's learned ANYTHING from horror films its that when you go to OPEN the window, is when you get snatched up and gutted. So she's elected to stay in bed and pretend to be asleep... and that her heart rate is not through the roof. @were-jer

Werewolf HUNGRY feed it FIVE HUNDRED pounds of choclate

Trying my best to not wag my tail too hard whenever I receive a compliment

What Poisonous Flowering Plant Are You?

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

Tagged by: @baby-royalty

Jeremy hit the ground with a yelp, the impact was enough to knock the wind out of him and he sat up coughing. The shock of it knocked him out of his transition too, the wolfish features fading back to his own as he tried to catch his breath. Fucker just wanted to talk. The werepup nodded almost meekly, something else in him was responding to the resounding show of power. The commanding presence and scent of an actual alpha, not other wolf boys just having a go at it.

"Uh yeah, right, talk...."

Well, the boys intelligence was lacking for sure. In the blink of an eye Klaus sped to his feet and clotheslined the boy flat to his back.

"Will that suffice as a display of dominance, or would you prefer something far more aggressive. What exactly is required to get through your thick skull? I'd like to cut to the chase, I came here to talk after all. If I wanted to fight I wouldn't have bothered with avoiding casualties."

Reminder that WereJer has chocolate brown fur and is the cutest 7ft puppy you'll ever see

Me: I'm a strong, fearsome, powerful beast. No man can tame me, no enemy dare look me in the eye, lest I rend his flesh with my fangs.

My mate: Who's a good puppy?

Me: :O I'm a good puppy.

"A little bit of both I think? There's a uh, class on it, it's probably on your schedule for this semester." Wolf Social Studies 101. Shockingly it would be the first time he'd ever put homework he never finished to good use. "Here, concentrate on me and think of a single word that's also an emotion. Oh wait no, I'll do it first, so you know."

Jeremy chose hunger. He concentrated on the word, but also feeling it growl in his stomach, the way it felt to eat, the way it felt to be full, how badly he wanted to eat sometimes, the gnawing emptiness that came with it. The result should have been not only the feelings pressed against April, but the word itself echoing in her mind.

Maybe April should have pulled away, but something in her didn't want to. She hadn't felt this comforted in a while. She was no longer alone, and it was nice -- more than nice. Seeing him blush, she couldn't help but look down, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

Didn't have a choice? She'd be in pain regardless -- maybe it was better to know now. The second she was pulled into a hug, her arms flew around him. Nuzzling against his chest. Inhaling his scent, calming herself, with his help. "Good, because I lied -- I do want you there.. Wait -- why not?"

"Oh... So it's me, or is it still you? I'm feeling what you're feeling, but you have to be feeling content? Because you're helping, even if you don't mean to...?"

'Well I'm not going first, I gotta let you find all the rusty spots," He teased, scrabbling up the ladder after her. His buzz had already worn off, curse his high metabolism and how expensive it had become to maintain a good high. Really, Jeremy wanted to be able to catch her if she did find a bad rung and slipped.

Internally, he didn't feel like his personality had changed at all, these urges just felt normal like they'd always been there. In reality so much about him was different now, there was this ever present desire to protect that had become amplified for those he cared about. It left him making sure it was in the best position to do so, instead of racing to the top like he might have before.

"Besides, this is the best view."

"I think it was, oh my god," Emma laughed breathlessly, praying that the sheriff hadn't made her daughters' shared car as it sped away from the scene. "Oh, fuck yes," she laughed, reaching over with one hand to high five her boyfriend as he suggested the water tower. Settling more responsibly into the driver's seat, the girl sped down the road, heading in that direction. She cranked the radio, singing along at the top of her lungs as they flew toward their destination.

As soon as she'd skidded to a messy stop at the base of the rusty structure, Emma threw open the door to stumble out of the car. Reaching in to grab the keys, a lighter, and a few more joints, she tucked the whole haul into her back pocket and slammed the car door, jogging to be the first up the rickety ladder. "Damn, babe, pretty slow for a werewolf," she taunted, laughing heartily as she scaled the tower.

Jeremy could sense as much danger as was physically possible, but it would never deter him from throwing the first punch. His fighting style was small, scrappy, never a winner but the other guy was still left bleeding somewhere. Therefore as misguided and idiotic as it was, the young wolf lunged across the room at the enemy. Barely a quarter of the way through his transformation, but he had teeth and claws so that would have to be enough.

"Impressive. It's not been that long has it? Already you've gotten it on command. You don't even look afraid of the pain." He seemed completely unaffected by the boys defenses and warning stance.

"Can you control your venom yet?" Like it was a pop quiz and there was no threat at all in the room what so ever. His body language hadn't even changed, he was as relaxed as the moment Jeremy had entered the room.

"I must warn you boy, if you want a fight, I am definitely the bigger wolf." Despite being so his grin was more like the cheshire cat's with how unsettling it was. "I'd prefer you sit, so that we can talk." He gestured to the bed across the way.

The werepup jumped and froze, the man in his room was the same one in his nightmares. Every single feature like an iron brand on his memories, though in his dreams the face is distorted, teeth out, eyes black and blood is dripping down his chin. Specifically Jeremy's blood. Guard hairs stood up on the back of his neck and the adrenaline started to kick in overdrive, he was never one to sit frozen for long and his entire life had been spent on fight over flight.

Already his transitions were smooth now, far better than his peers who only turned on a full moon, the bones would break and the pain was there, but it was controlled and did not leave him incapacitated for the duration. His stance shifted and a growl rumbled in his small chest, eyes flashing yellow as his body began to morph on instinct alone.

Supreeze starter for @were-jer

So he had been lied to. 'the boy is dead'. Was he now? Of course Klaus was quick to believe his brother's words, the bite looked like a sever allergic reaction to werewolf venom. It made sense that the Gilbert boy in all of his hunter history would be such a little bitch that he'd P E R I S H at the bite of a superior being.

But that wasn't the truth as it turns out. The boy was not only alive, but he was a miracle. Special. Like Klaus. Something that should not exist, and yet unapologetically does. He was born of Klaus even, the hybrids venom is what changed him. Part of him exists in this boy like they were blood. AND YET- he'd been kept from him. Hidden away like a dirty little secret, when in fact he was a gift to the modern supernatural world, and Klaus intended to see him brought up in it correctly. He did not need, nor want Elijah's blessing. The boy was like a son to him. He had rights.

Which was why he snuck onto campus that night, and waited for the boy in his room. No roommate no problem, but the boy had dreadful taste in just about everything. Furniture was a god forsaken lawn chair with a throw pillow in it. And Elijah thought this boy was fine on his own. Obviously his vision was compromised.

At least he hadn't been there long before the door opened and the lights switched on.

"For a boy who claims to be a loner, you are quite difficult to find alone."

both incredibly high "No, wait, hold still, I can get a good selfie I swear."

"Wait waht? I can't hold still Emma, we are hanging on to the surpface of a rock hurtling a billion miles an hour in SPACE."

pls throw the ball