#wolvebites

i think u were already expecting this lmao, but yeah, another favorite of mine is @wolvebites / @artivexed ! rinny! she’s the most conserved yet enthusiastic person ! how does one manage to be both lmao?? but yeah, her writing is top of top, her editing skills are 1627272626/10 and she is a sweet pea tbh! i ADORE every character she writes, she brings life to them and i can’t help but see them as i read everything she writes about them, so much depth and love there i ADMIRE! i’m also very grateful for the times she saved me with graphics and all, i don’t think i’d have been able to advance if it hasn’t been for her ! so yeah, i love rinny so much ! a must follow on every blog i have !

          one  thing  that  was  taught  him  in  his  childhood  is  that  you  can  never  rely  on  anyone  to  love  you  so  much  that  they  give  you  all  they  have.  people  will  always  look  for  the  best  options  in  their  lives  and  that  makes  everyone  replaceable.  if  you  give  people  only  half  of  what  you  have,  they  won’t  take  the  other  half  with  them  when  they  leave.  and  that’s  why  Lance  usually  gives  only  half  of  his  trust  to  people  that  are  close  to  him.  this  math  makes  sense  in  his  head.

moments pass  (   although he isn't sure how long it's been   )  and brows furrow deep into his forehead as his small frame twists and trembles. lips move as mumbled words bubble out before a panic filled scream breaks forth and eyes open wide. dmitry can feel his body as it continues to shake and as his breathing becomes heavy against his chest. but then, his heart drops into the pit of his stomach as he looks up at the other. he tries to move back but his body is frozen in place, all he can do is gulp back a lump from his throat and close his eyes as he attempts to calm his mind.

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[txt: jules] where r u? we can look for it together —2:23 am

             “ see, all it takes is a bit of a gentle touch — ” the tiniest little stem had poked out of the freshly watered soil with a small wave of his hand, growing steadily a few centimeters tall before gradually sprouting a pair of bright pink leaves before turning to face the beaming morning sun. it was a little more than a party trick compared to his other abilities, but it was still one of the only ones he loved to demonstrate. to ari, a flower such as this was like family, a pure, innocent newborn baby to be nurtured and taken care of till it was ready to face the world. “ and there you have it, my dearest dion. a newborn coleus — my gift to you. ”

          “ i know the feeling — ” he ponders for a moment ;;  in the last few decades, he had become more evasive of humans probably due to them becoming worse than they had ever been before. just like any other person however, he still had grocery shopping to do for anything he couldn’t grow in his own gardens and doing so at night seemed like the only happy medium in that particular predicament. “ i’m not a huge fan of people, i suppose — this is the only time of day when i get to see as few of them as possible. ”