( ariel. *

            something inside of her tenses, an aquamarine gaze drifting down toward those thick claws. red nails clasp around her hip bone. “i’m runnin’ a business here, doll. a little something called — i don’t make enough to give away free shit. if you want to make a down payment, i can do that.” that stone cold gaze doesn’t shift or melt away, but she does pause. “you know i want to help you, sabine. but i just — can’t.”

       she doesn't enjoy  business with mermaids and the like. they are a casually vindictive kind of folk. not to mention fickle as hell, too.  sabine draws her  talons off the table,  leaving jagged lines carved into the furniture.  her hand makes a careless, swinging motion.  knocking over the nearest item that happened to be on the shelves. whatever it was,  it breaks soundly upon hitting the ground.     ❛   hmm, nah ... i can't work with that.    ya want to start makin' some profit,  red. then best make t'is place available fa our  customers.  simple business tactics,  ❜ her boot proceeds to crush what remains in messy fragments on the ground into further bits and pieces.  she nods downward,  trying to soften.  or something, because maybe ariel should be an exception to her usual methods.     ❛   tacky   t'in   anyways.  feel free ta send a bill for it, ah  ?  ❜

I made some werewolf characters!! here they are as they transition 2 full wolf

seaweedlimbs

       blackened claws, elongated and digging into to the wood of the table's surface act as the standard greeting for this particular interaction.    ❛    y'holdin out on me,  red.  ❜

thebestial

       ❛ gonna need ya  ta stop spookin' the ever liv'n fuck out of them people ah send to keep up the rose garden .   ❜

starter call homies ,, ,

yeah guys hes not old.........hes ancient

im not old.

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   ❛  he was ugly and annoying.  ❜

       well , that checks out as sound reasoning for this girl.  flashing teeth briefly at the groaning heap of mourning testosterone,   sabine settles into a booth. she waves the waitress over and gestures for two drinks.  then attentions are back to the extra icy little miss snowflake.  a sniff is all it takes;  the wolf offers the available seat across from her.   

                                                          ❛   ya worked up an appetite, then ?   ❜

me: * looks at zimmer and sabine thread * *laughs a ton* *cries much too tho *

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❝ oh wow. you’re gorgeous. ❞ 

       ❛   hmm, well. ain't her  sweet for t'inkin' so.   ❜

who will love you like this with all these awfully broken bits?

(things he said that i got stuck in) // r.i.d (via inkskinned)