izgnanik-a

[izgnanik-a]

Someone put it in my head, and I can't stop thinking about it now so I'll make it your problem — Shifter!NikPrice (Grizzly Bear!Nik x Wolf!Price) MDNI

back to masterlist

slight gore under the cut (they’re carnivores obvi)

Winters are usually easy going for Price.

The cold makes it so much easier to shift, so when he wants, he’ll strip down to nothing and slip out into the snow blanketed world. It’s quiet, cold, and yet Price hears and feels everything.

He doesn’t have to worry about hunters because he’s miles and miles out from civilization in his cabin. He also gave his neighbors a rumor that he’d managed to tag one of the wolves, and with a makeshift bright collar he’d given himself, the neighbor let him be.

He feels the snow crumbling under paw as he tip-toes into his own steps, making him a silent killer. Driven by the noise of carrion overhead, they’ll see something fresh and dead before he ever does. But when he gets closer, he realizes that the murder of corvids and vultures obviously didn’t take this beast down.

Wary of the tracks surrounding the body, he steps closer and the birds rush off in fear of being a chew toy in his teeth. The meat is scalding under his maw, but delicious and savory. He’s covered in blood and guts to his chest before recognizing the warning cries of danger from the corvids.

When he tips his vision up, he sees it.

A bear.

Standing up on its hind legs to gaze at him, once it’s spotted, it settles on its front paws like it’s been caught. Huffs and grunting, it comes in close.

Price hasn’t had his fill of the dead carcass yet, but he sends a prayer, and steps back when the bear grows closer. With a warning growl and snarl, the bear lingers back before snatching the dead carcass by its spine to bring it closer to itself.

The bear, though he’d seen bears before in person, didn’t compare in size to the usual who loomed in the country. He wasn’t exactly a model wolf either, bigger than a Grey Wolf, heavier than an American Dire Wolf. All of his human bulk and weight had just translated over.

If someone were to catch him, they’d have a bountiful dinner (that is until he turns back into a human when his heart stops beating).

With big black eyes and massive paws, its nails dug into flesh and pooled more blood into the cavity that had been dug out by Price himself and the vultures. Price stared too long at the size of it.

Price let it take his found kill. He’ll just find dinner elsewhere at his cabin.

He returned home slowly.

🐾🐺

When he went out again, bright collar around his neck, he walked a whopping 10 miles up the mountain before catching wind of something; the smell was thick with musk, the kind that made him think of the underside of wet bark, deep layers of earthy dirt, and scalding warmth.

It brought him to a scented tree, the tuffs of fur stuck between the cracks. It was a bear’s smell, no doubt. He didn’t want to stay longer than he needed to if he was moving into bear territory. He’d have to mark it on his map to stay clear of it when he gets back.

What he didn’t expect was to find a small campsite in the middle of a clearing. Someone had hunkered down in the snow behind his land without his knowledge. He was tempted to steal the cooked meat left to dry on the rack, but the movement of a standing body coming from the stream made him pull back.

He was spotted before he could dash.

“Oy.” The man clapped his gloved hands to spook Price, but he wasn’t moved. “You’re a brave big dog, aren’t you?” His eyes panned to the bright collar around his throat. “I’ve never seen a collared wolf before.”

Price kept his defense up, watching the man with a low head, lip ready to snarl if he stepped too close. Even though he was in this man’s campground, what was going to stop him from finding Price’s cabin and breaking in while he was away?

“You hungry?” Said the man as he moved forward, daringly towards Price.

Price snapped his jaw before scurrying up the incline to get above the man.

With no real evidence of nervousness around the “wild wolf”, the man proceeded to unhook his meat and toss it at Price’s feet. “There you are, pup.” He huffed. “We all get a little hostile when we’re hungry.” He smiled.

Price took the food and turned.

He didn’t report the man in the woods. But he wondered if he knew there was a bear in the same territory he settled down in. And if it would run him out of the woods. Or worse.

(a/n : More?? Lmk)

[izgnanik-a]

I know 0 things about Rugby but I had to put Price in situations after reading this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide , the man was made for tiny shorts, come on

[izgnanik-a]

[izgnanik-a]

The 5 love languages of monster fucker:

Understanding someone so different from yourself

Loving the unlovable

Big

Being turned on and afraid

Freaky inhuman sex

[izgnanik-a]

I want my man like this :3

[izgnanik-a]

𐙚 A little shake-up 𐙚

2/2

C✧mmission

-`♡´-

06/04/24

[izgnanik-a]

February 28, 2024 - American military veterans burn their uniforms calling for a free Palestine, at a vigil for Aaron Bushnell in Portland, Oregon. [source]

[izgnanik-a]

The people have spoken.

Expect this series mid November 🫡 and any content surrounding it

[izgnanik-a]

you should be scared if he walks at you like this

[izgnanik-a]

When I tell people to delete anon hate, to not publish it, it’s not me saying “ignore it and it’ll stop; don’t fight back.” It is 100% petty and spiteful. Honestly, I can’t think of anything better than the person who sent the hate obsessively checking your blog and refreshing and refreshing, waiting for you to reply, and getting increasingly frustrated when the ask they so masterfully crafted never pops up & you just keep posting cute pictures of your pets and talking about how nice your day was.

[izgnanik-a]

Self indulgent bc I just spent the last hour doing drag/clown makeup and why not —

tags: makeup, supportive boyfriends, mid-20’s Ghost/early-30’s Soap, T4T GhostSoap, hopelessly in love, just fluff

MDNI // Don’t like? Don’t read.

Back to masterlist

Younger boyfriend Ghost wanting to try makeup because his for-you page is flooding with makeup tips after watching a video for too long. After interacting with one video, all he sees are tips on snatched faces and even drag videos from long time famous and unknown queens.

So he goes shopping. He’s not a visibly fem person, always wearing black baggy clothes, or gym wear. Sometimes he wore his balaclava but usually opts for a surgical black mask to at least hide the scars on his face (he’s not ashamed, he just doesn’t want the attention of everyone staring).

The first thing he didn’t know about was his shade. He’d either need to wing it or guess, but he didn’t know if he was a warm or cool tone. It was all so overwhelming. He must’ve looked like a lost puppy ready to start crying for comfort because he was approached by one of the workers, gently walking him through everything he could need.

He bought everything with the cash he’d brought, near 200$ in total, even though he said he’d go light. Start easy. He’d ended up with everything he could need; concealer, color correction pigments, brushes for precision, blush, and even brow brushes. Eyeliner pencil and liquid, because he didn’t know if he could do either.

When he got home he tucked everything away, out of sight, while Soap getting out of the shower and readying for work. Being together for a year means Soap knows when Ghost is up to something. So he asks and Ghost doesn’t budge. He says he’ll be home later tonight, gives his boy a kiss, and heads out.

Ghost tries to follow every guru he can, trying to perfect a look that seems natural. When that doesn’t work, he turns to drag makeup. There’s beauty in the exaggerated looks and he actually loves it. He picks whatever color he wants, whatever shapes, however small or big, he makes a beautiful masking persona.

He does it every time Soap is away. He doesn’t do it because Soap would laugh at him or reject him, he just doesn’t feel confident in his abilities yet.

But when Soap does find out, finding Ghost wearing a bit of eyeliner out to dinner or a lip tint, or even a gentle shimmer of eyeshadow — he wants in. He sits patiently at Ghost’s side, watching him do a quick routine of eyeliner and lips, or blush and mascara, he’s enamored.

It becomes routine; Soap does his makeup, and Ghost sits and watches. No matter how late they’ll be to an event, Ghost will tell his partner how beautiful he looks, and even pairs outfits with his looks. With a chaste kiss to his temple to be careful to not mess up the full subtle face, there will always be space for change and love between them.

[izgnanik-a]

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

[izgnanik-a]

Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

[izgnanik-a]

bbygirl 🫶🏻

my fave is actually his fabric mask, idk it does something to me

[izgnanik-a]

Captivatingly delectable

[izgnanik-a]

from the deepest core of my being to the core of my entity...