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ELEKTRA : I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.

Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)

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          padding up onto her thighs with his paws, he butts against her chin with his head, rising up into to her touch. soaking up the attention. course he gives it back, nuzzling her neck.

        there he is ! she’s been looking all over . she rises from her perch and allows for her knees to hit the ground , hands rubbing at the scruff of his neck with a fond smile carving out on her face.

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@rottedveins

          “that was not, what it... looked like.” a ghastly wolf like thing, splitting his spine, changing into a man. as if that weren’t bad enough ! the bloodstained clothes aren’t helping. yeah right.

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@bitchpirate

          hard to tell it’s ARES sans bloodstains, but it is him ! pressing into her palm. 

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@girlbark

          “did you move everything, in my place, just slightly to the left. or this room only?” 

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@harshbite

          he’s not blending in, not in the least ! the jury’s still out on if the newspaper’s helping his case or making it worse, but he’s seeing this through. dedicated to the bit ! he’s even reading it. “what’s your sign?” gotten to the horoscopes by the sound of it. 

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@fckduptrash

          if you had thought ! even for a second. gin had noble military morals, the kind where you don’t go looking for fights, you’ve just been proven wrong. as far as he’s concerned, can’t be happy hour without a bar fight ! or is that just on phobos. “what are you looking at? got something on my face? it’s not his blood, is it?”

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gin is a guard dog adopt him !!!

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DTF ( DOWN TO FIGHT ) !

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here goes a starter call ! 

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here goes a starter call ! 

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John Leguizamo as Tybalt Capulet, opening outfit details

Film: Romeo + Juliet (1996)

Costumes by Kym Barrett

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Miguel Ángel Silvestre 🐾

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miguelangelsilvestre: Good morning.

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          “don’t mind if i do,” 

          closing in, he’s closed the door with a slam. cosmic werewolves are a whole nother story y’know ! and if only it ended with their estranged scent. but there’s the gears working in his jaw, to the tension between him and fleur. course that’s just his dying martian breed for you ! gin offers up the gift wrapped liver already. with narrowed eyes, and an exit strategy in mind. 

          “still not the oddest, thing you’ve met. by the sound of it, i’ll have to try harder. ” 

     “usually we do.”

werewolves are creatures of the moonlight, monsters of fleur’s ownership ( watched with burning caution ).  their evolutionary paths diverged long ago upon this broken planet.  but oh, junseok scents something odd about him.  a flare of nostrils as he tilts his head to the side.  taps teeth against teeth.  slowly he steps back and leaves the door hung open, loosely hanging from where he abandoned it.

     “but you are very odd.  …come inside, and please close the door behind you.”

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i can’t get it out of my head that gin grinding his teeth would be agressive chainsaw noises