.ೃ࿐ erin.

“ whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? who am i? what is this space between myself and myself? "

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- erin vane.

˗ˏˋ “look how i have not caged myself, look what i have
made out of two paint buckets and the blessing of
my still-here body.” ´ˎ˗

an esteemed heiress cursed with lycanthropy.
iwtv, supernaturals & fandomless verse. mdni.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

stomach begins to feel.. off? not sure whether it’s hunger or the view, erin turns her head away.

“well, i best be off.” is all she says, looking back at the wolf once more. “thank you, though.”

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

never, no. she wouldn’t tell a soul.

erin’s nose had picked up on the scent of her miles away — hence the lack of fear of the wolf. and yet, in consequence of isolation from others, she’s hesitant to not run. she’s not scary, just new.

watching from afar, her —

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

hm.. they seem very different.

a brow quirks, head leaning back slightly as the other sniffs. it’s not been bad, nothing she’s hunted herself though.

she clears her throat. “… brilliant introduction.”

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

it’s tempting.. but she’ll pass. more in awe of how confidently she went about it, no shame at all!

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

( 😍😍 )

[* 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩. @daemoniumbelle]

https://t.co/u1sg8nNan1

[ً @aslovewept]

queen of the full moon.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

( the gals <3 )

[flipping. @fatedcompanion]

// do it, even if we aren't shipping 🤨♥️♥️

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

“ugh—!” a loud groan, she’s just broken her third pair of nail cutters over the course of two months.

now her nails are uneven ( and ) she has a fancy dinner tomorrow. lycanthropy really is a curse!

[. *. ⋆ 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 @hesitanthunting]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- brandon truman.

˗ˏˋ “ it's both a blessing and a curse to
feel everything so very deeply. ” ´ˎ˗

member of the talamasca. misled
by lies, deceit & betrayal; his
mentor. mdni.
iwtv, supernatural & fandomless
verse.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

“what happened..” she questions, which soon feels stupid. erin knows. “human, or—?” canine nose picks up.

“animal. dog.” a deep breath, arm wraps around ashley’s shoulders. “no, it’s okay. come on, you need to change.”

she blinks. “home isn’t too far from here.”

[flipping. @fatedcompanion]

“i'm . . .” she trails off, lip caught between her lip as her head shakes.

“oh, erin. i'm so sorry.”

she begins to cry again - incoherent mumblings passing her lips.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

blindsided by worry for her dearest friend, her nose doesn’t pick up on what blood exactly coats her.

“ashley— oh my.. are you okay?”

[flipping. @fatedcompanion]

she's sobbing hysterically.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

thank god i’m not alone in this

( our poor pets )

[𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬. @oflostfragments]

damn, same

( mine was a bird )

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

she’s been awake since sunrise — one of the few benefits to staying in on new years. her puppy was her midnight smooch… but that’s quite sad - so, no, it was definitely someone handsome.

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

@fatedcompanion here!
sorry — got busy. ugh, i’ve missed you so much.

[𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂 @DARKALLURING]

https://t.co/1zdpAcurbN

[.ೃ࿐ erin. @eIusivetruth]

gifted a new calendar, the heiress sits by her window - circling each full moon and the fragile few days afterwards.

a sigh, she notices there will be thirteen instead of twelve. oh, how the universe is cruel.

[𝑶𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒖𝒔 @beIIadonakiss]

"I'm my mother's son and my father's proof he has a heart."

🎶 He who sang to the gods and still lost.
🎶 The reincarnated son of Calliope and Dream of the Endless

🎶 Looking for SLs as always
🎶 RT this or have stones thrown at you

🎶 More info below
#ᴄʀxᴢʏ

[‍ ‍𝓒𝐑͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐇 ‍𖬺 ‍𝐵𝑈𝑅𝑁 . ‍ @fameisafang]

https://t.co/Il2Bf3xPYI