#I love this and I love your muses fuck//

[prerodinu]

He walks with the shadows of the moon, tugging trees from their roots to shudder in his presence. The rain was light, dared not diminish any flame that bit and crawled its way to the treelines from a pups need of something warm and excitement. Though, that fire never reached the dead trails, instead it bent, curved and bowed to the black beast that walked through it - sizzling under his giant paws and going out from a singular huff of his cold breath. Eyes, of two shades, turn to her. A small whelp, but a damaged one like many of this pack.

Velkan didn't make a noise more, only stare upon her with eyes deep and true. Watching and waiting for a moment's flicker, and his ear twisted to allow his trance to be broken. To turn his gait elsewhere, leaving his paw prints behind and frozen blossoms of sealed flames in his wake. Returning to the thicket and licking over his maw, his shrine was returned too. Greeting his loyal Hela and licking up the sacrifices of blood, deer heart and bone to crunch in one sitting.

Katia's shoulder was nudged by the grand beast, though no words spoken, he gave her his blessing as always. Pleased and amused at the new pups this pack brings him every month. Twisting from her once more and treading back towards the trees, his gaze flicks from his trail to Katia�� then to the fire maker before his giant frame seemingly disappeared upon stepping behind the trees. Just a trick of the eye to some, but Katia has seen it. The cold vortex tear this beast treads with ease. Welcoming the embrace and disappearing before any other could follow.

She had heard of the thing that crawled through the forest. That had saved the older blonde of the pack. She didn’t need to say the name, everyone knew, the scars were hard to miss for the eyes of the supernatural. 

She wished to be saved. Wished someone cared enough to save her like someone saved the other, but she supposed she was saved, living safely and able to process her shit, the lighter in her hand still licking flames into the night like she was waiting for something else to light on fire. Her eyes connected to his and she swallowed, fingers twitching like she would drop the lighter into the ground and burn everything down. That was the feeling in her soul, burn it down, light it on fire. 

Then a twitch and the feeling was gone, her body lighter as if something took it all away, she didn’t dare say anything. Her fingers flicking the lighter closed with snap as she turned back towards the festivities. She was going to tend to the fire and maybe later she would think about what exactly when on around her and what exactly happened. 

Katia, weaving her way through the trees with another basket upon her hip like her mother used to do when she was picking things up. The full moon bright and guiding her way as she walked. Marek was with her this time. Trailing white behind her as she wove her way around to the shrine that was her place of healing. Her place for him. 

Marek knew not to speak, both of them wandering to leave of the gifts, the unspoken bond that she had with the being that had saved her so very long ago. She had left things, but Artem had baked again and she wanted to share the fruits of their labors, she had picked some choice bits and pieces before as well. Bare feet plodded against the frozen ground the cold not bothering her, the white trailing dress she wore showing off the marks across her back. Though her hair was long again, having grown back from the last time she chopped it off for an offering for them. 

“Holy shit.” Marek’s voice did not catch her off guard, in fact, a warmth bloomed into her soul. Whiskey eyes dipped not look directly at him but showing him her favor as he did for her. She felt the way he nudged her shoulder, she did so back, her head leaning to the side as if nuzzling into him. 

​​”Ahoj, môj priateľ, môj otec.” (Hello, my friend, my father)  Her voice was gentle almost soft and swaying like the breeze around her. She felt his humor in his gaze upon the fire that was still blazing. Her head leaned against his own, fingers already placing the basket down for more offerings for him before she moved that one hand up to his features, touching him so softly, gently, as if in reverence. 

“Najnovšie sa stávajú pohodlnými. Už toľko nekričia do noci.” (​​The newest ones are getting comfortable. They don't scream out into the night as much anymore.) She spoke, knowing he enjoyed hearing about the ones that were new and the ones he brought along. 

What she wasn’t expecting was for Iryna to follow, or Marek to watch with a look of awe upon his features as she spoke and talked like nothing else happened like this was an occurrence for everything. 

Then he was moving, lumbering away as he often did to go find someone else, to go find another to bring to her place, this sanctuary for the wolves that have been abused and forgotten. 

“He’s-he’s real…” Marek spoke, awe in his voice as he did so while Iryna watched, flicking her lighter open and closed with soft clicks and shhhks of lighting it. 

“Nech ti mesiac pobozká labky a ak ťa vidím naposledy, môžem sa k tebe pripojiť k lovu vlkov, keď budem preč.” (May the moon kiss your paws and if this is the last time I see you may I join you in  the wolf hunt when I am gone.)  Katia spoke, kneeling at the alter as she watched the cold swirl and swallow him up. She felt at peace, that she didn’t need to do anything else. That she was whole again that she always will be. 

She stood, graceful movement of swirling fabric as she touched Marek’s shoulder as she passed. A way to bring him back to the fire and the crowd that was celebrating and enjoying themselves. 

“Come, he has feasted as we did. Now we dance and enjoy what he has gifted us.” She smiled, Marek still standing there and staring in awe as Katia gathered up Iryna and pulled her back towards the fire with a tinkling laugh that seemed to echo through everyone else. 

Their golden one. Their own Angel of Death. The Hela who will protect them at all costs. Golden and glistening as the fire that the somber one started. Everyone couldn’t help but to follow and love.

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[dukeofthomas]

My understanding of Jason Todd's age;

Jason dies when he's 15, 4 months before his 16th birthday. He is dead for any number of time; it doesn't count towards his age.

He's resurrected; he is in a coma for 1 year, then catatonic for another. He is then put into a Lazarus Pit. (These 2 years are practically useless, as he doesn't remember them and they contribute very little to the story. They could be condensed to 2 months and it would change basically nothing.)

He trains for about a year. You can then give him 1-12 months of prep and planning time before his debut as the Red Hood, and the story of UT(R)H, at which point he would be mentally 16-17, physically 18-19, and it would be (--) years after his birth.

[aishitara]

sitting around thinking about the whole "rage is fuel" thing, and how yeah that's true but sometimes it can burn too hot and it hollows you out until that's all that's left inside you. and like. how men are taught to handle their anger. how it's one of the only emotions they're allowed to feel. and of course how all of that pertains to my favorite bb girl of all time, dean winchester.

i loved episodes in the later seasons where dean was starting to grapple with his anger. episodes where he had so much it just came spilling out onto everyone he cared about, episodes where he turned it on himself with scalpel-like precision. and in the end, how cas's opinion of him was so profoundly important to dean that it completely changed the way dean saw himself. what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and like! there are still people out there? who don't?? get it?????? HOW????????

dean i-am-only-fueled-by-anger winchester taught cas how to love people and cas turned around and said "love yourself"???????!!?!?!?!!?

get wrecked, son.

[byanyan]

(with tears in my eyes) n-nice

[relicsongmel]

The Hawthorne twins suffered more than Jesus

[bcneheaded]

I was just thinking and... Artemis is not kind. yes, for all his friendliness, and all the fancy and amicable language and behaviors he displays outwardly to just about everyone who enters his shop... he's not genuinely nice. Artemis is a demon. in any verse of his, he used to be something akin to a spirit/god of LOVE, but was twisted into Wrath, or Hatred - which is the opposite. After leaving the pits of hell, having his little demonic tantrum and breakdown and finally growing weary and finding some semblance of clarity, he's grown out of what he was once again, and became something new. He's still wrathful, hateful, angry, and morose, but now he's so much more without even realizing. He's evolved and will continue to do so over time even if he stagnates for decades, centuries even. The friendships and relationships with other muses that he develops will influence his personality and the way he views things in time, as we've seen it happen already countless times ofc! And for those who did earn his respect and care, he does truly care for them and would gladly go out of his way for them (to what degree depends entirely on the level of closeness). But again.... Artemis is not kind, by nature and he hasn't been for a very, very long time. He was genuinely just plain and simple EVIL He was a villain - a monster, unrecognizable to how he acts now- doing horrible, unspeakable deeds for the pleasure of it. It's how he got the bones he wears in and on his body. So while he might be polite, charming even, and friendly - if he does not know you... he doesn't care about you nor what happens to you. If say for example, he sees you wandering that ruined cityside he lives in - rampant with entities that prey on the Living - and he saves you from being taken by evil spirits or demons? Chances are good that he did it for himself, or to be spiteful - to deny the other entities their prize (you / your soul). If he doesn't know you, the likelihood that he'll go out of his way for you is very low. But if there's something in it for him, some kind of reason as to why it might be worth his time and energy to actually step in... he might! But like all demons, it's good to be wary and to assume he doesn't care about you or your well-being, at least at first!! Artemis is not nice, but that doesn't mean he's malicious or cruel (anymore. not intentionally - he's quite literally under the mindset that he's just 'too old and tired for that nonsense'.) Artemis is manipulative, charming, cunning - he's everything you expect from a demon (though without a host, so he's certainly not attractive in any semblance of a conventional manner lmao - but he dresses well! and I think it's also telling just how-- *gestures at all that* --that he actually is, considering he's NOT attractive... but still puts people at ease, mostly, and can charm them to hell and back if he wanted to. He uses that not to manipulate people per say ?? like, he does not have an evil agenda by any means. He's just existing at this point, distanced from the gods and devils and just living his... life(?) if you can call it that. He's TRYING to do better. But he's still just... a demonic entity. A greater demon, for sure, if he had to be equated to some kind of level or whatever, but a demon nonetheless. But even for demons, there can be growth! and he is growing, very very slowly.

[apollos-boyfriend]

your character archetype thing is like..."morally grey character or teenager who does things The Fandom™ wouldn't Like"

teenager(/kid) who does things the fandom wouldn’t like is like. THE exact blueprint i fear 😭 it. does not help that that and morally gray character tend to go hand in hand

[ask game]

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I GOT AN OTGW CARDIGAN!!!! OMG!!!

[sbrn10]

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[gu6chan]

there are people who look at this man and DON'T want to immediately rail the everloving fuck out of him. what is wrong with them

[apheliia]

christian nationalism is getting real prominent in the u.s. lately (someone get me the fuck out of this insane ass country)

[hegrowth]

listen. if you are passionate about your muse then people will notice, and they will be drawn to it. it's hard not to deny that positive, excited "this is my blorbo" energy ! I fcking love seeing folks talking about their muses on my dash, it gives me life, it makes me excited for them and excited to see more from them.

so quick shoutout to the highlights of my dash this week, giving me the meta and discussions I love to see: landis on @shiitb4lls with benoit blanc, melody on @spiderwarden with minthara, and ernest on @whiteyed with their oc ouk.

please know I respect your passion, and I'm so excited to share it with you. please please please keep it up, and never ever worry you're talking too much or that nobody cares... because you aren't, I will find your post and I will care, because you made me care. sending you all so much love for you and your muses !! <3

[bruqh]

murph naddpod the man that you are

[general-kalani]

"The fuck is that Wilkerson boy doin' here?! Fuck outta 'ere and go back t'your brother, redneck!"

"Fuck you cop, you can't stop me from doin' shit now!!!"

[kindalikerackham]

sperm donor storyline my beloved.. no one treats you right