𝓶𝒐𝒐𝒏’𝒔 ☽ c͟͟𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

@lunarhunts 
            
            / feel like ginger / redhead fcs are a lot harder to find a lot of the time .

/    &   I’ve   got   massive   theme   crisis   rn   which   doesn’t   help   lmao 

@howlprints    /     right   ??   it’s   so   harddddd 

@wiccaanways    (  . . .  )      if   you   laugh,   langdon,   I   swear   to   / hell /—       [         the   redhead   grumbled   as   she   looked   down   at   him   from   where   she   was   currently   hanging   in   the   air   within   that   net.   she   groaned,   shaking   her   head,   before   resting   her   forehead   against   the   net.     ]       it   must   be   enchanted   somehow   —   nothing   will   cut   the   damn   thing.   you   gonna   help   out   your   favourite   werewolf   ?    pretty   please   ? 

@magikais      ( . . . )        fair   enough.     [       alana   shifted   her   weight,   resting   her   hip   against   the   table’s   edge   as   she   watched   victoria   with   a   faint   smile   —   more   genuine   this   time.  her   tone   is   gentle,   warm   with   that   playful   undercurrent   that   never   quite   leaves   her   voice.     ]     yeah…   you   are   nice   to   me.   I   see   it,   even   when   you   act   like   I   should   be   grateful   you   haven’t    bitten   me   or   something.       [    she   joked,    tucking    a   strand   of   her   red   hair   behind   her   ear.    ]     but   I   don’t   need   you   to   try   so   hard   with   me,   vic.   I   like   you   just   the   way   you   are.   fangs   and   all.
             
            /     we’re   gonna   ignore   how   late   this   is…    I’m   so   sorry   !   < 33

[ her playful pout contorts into a small smile, head tilting to the side as she remembered that night. though it was incredibly uncomfortable for her to try to make the man she was so repulsed by feel at ease. ] i shouldn’t have to be nice to people who don’t deserve it. i like to think i’m pretty nice to you. [ a brow raises, smile still lingering across her painted lips as if awaiting her approval which— she was. ] 

@magikais    (  . . .  )       [        the   redhead   rolled   her   eyes,   a   sharp,   playful   smirk   curling   the   corners   of   her   lips.   she   folded   her   arms   across   her   chest.    ]     oh   really ?     [     she   tilted   her   head   slightly,   her   wild   hair   spilling   over   her   shoulders   as   she   studied   the   vampire.      ]       victoria,   the   last   time   you   tried   being   nice,   the   guy   ended   up   with   a   torn   out   throat.   granted,   it   was   fucking   deserved,   but   if   that’s   your   version   of   nice,   remind   me   to   stay   on   your   good   side.

@eadimidium   (  . . .  )      does   it   / really /   matter   who   gets   to   it   first   as   long   as   it   ends   up   dead   ?     [         the   redhead   werewolf   scoffed,   rolling   her   silvery   eyes   in   annoyance   as   she   slowly   lowered   the   stake   in   her   hand,   that   had   been   awfully   close   to   julia’s   chest.       ]       I’ve   been   tracking   this   thing   for   weeks   —   give   me   a   break. 

@bludlovr    (  . . .  )      don’t   be   an   asshole.   you   think   you   smell   any   better   ?    you   reek   of   rot   and   death.      [        the   redhead   huntress   retorted,    shooting   the   other   a   sharp   look.    her   fingers   twitched   at   her   side,   resisting   the   urge  to   allow   her   claws   to   extend   and   swipe   against   his   throat   just   for   the   hell   of   it.        ]      I   don’t   like   this   any   more   than   you   do,   but   I’ve   been   tracking   cases   like   this   and   it’s   led   me   right    here.    I’m   not   going   anywhere   until   the   thing   that’s   been   doing   this   is   dead.    so   we   might   as   well…   tolerate   each   other   for   now.  

@hyrded     ( . . . )       [      alana’s   eyes   gleamed   with   a   predatory   hunger   as   she     wiped   a   thin   sheen   of   sweat   from   her   brow.   her   heart   raced,   but   not   from   the   physical   strain   of   the   fight—no,   it   was   the   adrenaline   of   the   battle   that   had   her   pulse   quickening.   she   had   barely   avoided   rurik’s   strike,   her   werewolf   instincts   kicking   in   just   in   time   to   save   her.   a   wicked   grin   spread   across   her   face,   her   sharp,   wolfish   teeth   catching   the   light   as   she   straightened   from   her   combat   stance.   with   a   fluid   motion,   she   swiped   away   another   bead   of   sweat   from   her   forehead,   her   amber   eyes   flashing   with   a   mix   of   amusement   and   fierce   challenge.      ]      come   on   now.        [      she   teased,   her   voice   low   and   playful.      ]     that   was   nothing   more   than   a   warm-up.        [      her   lips   curled   into   a   mischievous   half-smile,   daring   him   to   take   the   next   move.   the   thrill   of   the   fight   was   too   intoxicating   for   her   to   back   down   now.         ]
            
            

@hyrded     (  . . .  )       [      alana   cocked   an   eyebrow,   the   faintest   smirk   curling   the   edge   of   her   lips   as   she   crossed   her   arms,   the   leather   of   her   brown   jacket   creaking   quietly   in   the   silence   that   followed.       ]        oh   really  ?      [     she   asked,   voice   thick   with   sarcasm   and   amusement.       ]         because   for   someone   not   staring,   you   sure   were   burning   holes   through   me   like   you’ve   got   laser   vision.   you   do   realize   I   hunt   things   that   lurk   in   the   dark,   right  ?   I   notice   things.    movements.   heartbeats.   heat   signatures.  / staring / .       [       she   tapped   her   temple   with   her   index   finger.      ]     it’s   kind   of   my   job.