#born feral

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

Savage Daughters

To the savage daughters whose hearts still burn My body is my temple, my heart is my own To the savage daughters, who dare to dream With the power to move mountains Yet wild and free

(thanks to @zeehva for sharing this!)

[stumblngrumbl]

Tonks loves to be outside on the deck first thing in the morning. The rest of the day she's typically a shut-in, the world is too much for her even in our quiet paradise.

[kendallsroyco]

Me making it everyone's problem when I yap about Matt Murdock being back on March 4 2025

We really get this sexy man back on screen in a few months 😭

MATT MURDOCK HOMECOMING COUNTDOWN STARTS NOW (136 days to go!!!)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hot take maaaybe but imo the core tragedy of satoru is that he’s not a god, he’s literally just a normal guy who got godhood pushed onto him by other people . a god would be able to handle eternal solitude no problem but satoru isn’t one so he suffers for it

[lilithofpenandbook]

The entire Harry Potter series is really Severus Snape's story as told by Harry.

The story all began with Severus, the boy targeted and abused and doomed to a dark path by the supposed "good guys".

The story ends with Albus Severus Potter, one of his names after the bravest man Harry ever knew. The bravest man being the headmaster from Slytherin, not the headmaster from Grynfindor.

[peachsayshi]

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

I GO FERAL OVER YOUR DOMESTIC SCENARIOS 😭❤️ they are perfect

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)

satoru’s eyes shimmer with joy, an easy smile resting on his face as he watches her, his little bundle of love, wriggle right beside him. he can't believe it's been five months already, it felt like only yesterday when he first laid eyes on her, where he countlessly broke down holding her in his arms with happy tears painting his cheeks. he was grateful that you were there to simply wipe them away and leave a kiss in their place.

she turns away from you to roll on her her side and look towards him. cooing at her father, she vocalizes rhythmic sounds. satoru can't help but wonder what's going on in her beautiful head, trying to translate her soft, melodic vowels.

she reaches for him, her body slithering closer and closer. satoru breaks into a full grin, but keeps still as she grips onto the collar of his tee tightly and buries herself into his neck.

she mumbles against his skin, and he chuckle as he picks her up and places her tummy first right on his chest. "easy, princess, I got you..." he whispers, doing his best to ensure that he doesn't wake you up.

his daughter lifts herself up on her arms and flashes him a gummy smile, and he can see the buzzing excitement on her face that she is far too wired for the late hour. "oh no," he playfully lectures, "we are going to sleep, missy"

she face plants into his chest, her digits holding onto the fabric in a death grip. satoru pulls the blanket over them both, one hand lightly tapping against her back while the other smooths out the fine hairs on her head.

you wake up at the crack of dawn to the sweetest sight. satoru is fast asleep, the morning light bathing his handsome, relaxed features. one hand is resting firmly on your daughter's back, her fat cheek smushed against his chest with her mouth slightly open and a pool of drool dribbling onto his tee.

(requests are closed)

[myylisof]

you were meant for this

[bellaxgiornata]

Bearded Matt Murdock is doing things to me that absolutely should not be possible for one man alone to achieve. Am I expected to survive the Devil voice with that beard, too?

[schneiderenjoyer]

Now that global's getting some more good world lore with the recent two events, I can finally just talk about how much it fascinates me that arcanists, by nature of their genetics, actually are just a different species of their own.

Like, the clear discrimination aside, the fact they definitely stand out among humans truly emphasizes the battle they face to be recognized as equals to humans if you view their race as not a sub-category of human, but as a different species entirely. How like fantasies depict humanoid creatures such as elves and dwarves, but they're never classified as human. That's what arcanists are starting to feel like.

This idea is also supported by the many hints and factoids scattered around the in-game UI. How the Celluloid Activity (the game's energy system) is a form of genetic DNA seen only in arcanists that help them control arcanum. Or how the concept of Gnosis or Deep Thought is their way of focusing their energy and help process the world and the arcanum around them. Blonney's struggle narratively in the event shows just how much arcanists think very differently compared to humans that it's seen as "odd" and "not normal" (also love the neuro divergent subtext of that for arcanists honestly).

But the real kicker of how it makes me confirm that it's not just a human discrimination of a race, but straight up xenophobia for an entire species is the conversations we get from the entire Nightmare in Green Lake, where the majority of the cast is purely arcanists interacting with other arcanists.

From the conversation in car of casually talking about Tooth Fairy eating fairies to the point she got cursed to have her teeth stolen like it's a conversation about the weather, to them just glossing over the erratic behavior of Changeling keeping campers hostage and later just getting rid (or throwing them out of the campsite) once she's bored of them. These are seen as normal behavior to arcanists.

Like, forget the members of the foundation probably seeing worse, I'm surprised Blonney didn't react more to the realization, it's honestly hilarious. But that just shows the clear divide of what makes arcanists different from humans. Which also explains why a lot of the arcanists talk so cryptic and artistic, sometimes not making sense unlike the human characters who talk straightforward and direct.

Because to us, as humans, we understand that language better and viewing arcanists' language is hard to decipher since they're a different species with a different culture and way of thinking.

This opens up larger avenues of viewing the struggles of arcanists in a human dominated world and the dark implication of the Foundation potentially experimenting on arcanists not to find the cell to withstand the Storm, but to transplant the ability to use arcanum onto humans through genetic alteration. Which can be backed up with the masks the Manus gives to humans to withstand the Storm, but in exchange turns them into monstrous beings because they can't handle the forced application of Celluloid Activity on their body.

[spider-artdump]

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Someone makes a choked, shocked sound. Someone else yelps. It occurs to Ace, somewhere between the howling in his ears and the ache in his lungs and the taste of salt and iron flooding his mouth, that this is probably pretty surprising for his brothers to witness. Maybe even downright upsetting.

The thing is, Ace was wading into the jungles on his own as early as four years old. Dadan taught him how to do basic shit like talk and wipe his ass, but he honestly didn't have a ton of human interaction before meeting Sabo. And the thing about Sabo was that he had more than enough human interaction for the both of them. Ace learned some manners from Makino, but while Sabo was still around, there wasn't really any reason to get... good, at people.

But then Sabo died, and Ace needed to teach himself not only to talk his way out of trouble but also how to be the nice brother, how to treat Luffy with the softness he needed and deserved, how to gentle his hands and his voice and his words. So Ace did that, because he needed to, and it turned out to actually be pretty useful for dealing with people when he wasn't actively looking for a fight. So he stuck with it.

Which is all to say that by the time he'd joined up with Whitebeard, Ace was as close to tame as he had ever been. Almost downright domesticated.

Ace snaps his head to the side, putting some real momentum into it, heaving with all his weight until something tears. When he drops to his feet he springs right back up again, lunging. He spits out his mouthful as he goes, lets his jaw drop open.

The thing is, Ace is a child of the wilderness. He raised himself among that wilderness, and then he raised Luffy among that wilderness. He's a son of the jungle at heart, no matter how good he's gotten at pretending to be a person.

The sea-stone cuffs are chaffing his wrists. He feels tired and heavy, but he doesn't need his fire to be dangerous. Doesn't even need his hands.

Teeth find an artery. Body-hot blood sprays his face as Ace bites down, lock-jawed and snarling. Rears back and rips.

Another marine goes down. Ace spits out a chunk of the man's throat and is already rounding on a third. Notices, with a vague annoyance, that he's gonna need to find a toothpick -- there's a scrap of tendon or something caught in his teeth.

Mmm. Boar. They had pork for dinner, ah, the other night? Three days ago? Something like that, but it doesn't taste the same as wild boar does. And anyway, meat on the Moby is always overcooked. Ace is allowed to eat blue steak, but everybody always yells at him when he tries to steal bites of poultry or Sea King or whatever else while it's still tender and bleeding. This fight is giving Ace a real craving!

Duck. Lunge. Bite down, hard, thunder of a rabbit-quick pulse against his tongue, bulge of tender flesh against his soft palate. Iron and salt in his mouth.

Fear has a flavor. It is bitter and acrid, reminiscent of char, and Ace hadn't liked it much when he was young and still learning how to hunt. It stiffens up the meat, too, makes it kinda chewy. Somewhere along the line, he'd acquired a taste for it, though. He still marks it as a point of pride, his ability to hunt and kill prey without it ever knowing he was there, roasting something that is tender-sweet and gives easily under his teeth -- but the taste of fear isn't so bad either. Sometimes he even prefers it, gets a craving for it. Like wild boar, he hasn't had it in a while. Maybe he'll chase down his own dinner tonight.

Ace rears back. Muscle fibers split, skin stretches until it snaps. A heave, and a body crumples to the ground, gurgling. He gnaws kind of idly on his mouthful while he catches his breath, snorting blood out of his nose and straining his ears. Sounds like the fight's over, then.

Another lump of trachea gets spat into the dirt. Ace turns to face his brothers, counting heads -- good, it looks like nobody got hurt too bad, everybody is still standing! He grins. Ah, they're all pretty pale though, that's a little bit concerning, he hopes nobody's in shock. He learned from Marco that that can happen to anybody, even if they've been in a whole lot of fights.

"Hey!" Ace chirps. "Is everybody okay?" His wrists are killing him. Also, he really needs a shower. He's got blood in his ears, how the hell did that happen? But first he jogs over to where the others are all standing, clumped together, still just. Kinda staring at him.

Okay. Concerning. "You guys alright?" He asks again, lower. "Is anybody hurt? What happened?"

"Ace, man," Deuce says. His voice sounds kind of shaky. He drags a hand through his hair, fucking it up even worse than it already is. "What the fuck was that?"

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

How do they kill? Do they try to minimize suffering?

“It… depends, dora dor.”

Kyuusei sat at the edge of a stream not far from Bel’amath, poking a stick into the meandering water and lamenting that she’d left her fishing gear back at the Shady Sanctuary. Silvered eyes glanced at the querent, then returned to the shallow water.

“During all this,” she explained, one hand gesturing to the overarching boughs of Amirdrassil, “my kills were clean. Not so much about trying to minimize suffering. They wanted to give the legacy of all those souls to the Flame, and I didn’t have much mercy for that. But most of the time I needed to be quick.”

Kyuu dropped her hand and brought a finger to her lips, a hint of fang in her lopsided grin. “And quiet. I wasn’t on the front lines for that fight, hrm?”

“But years back, around the Fourth War? I was still a little lost in Ashamane’s gift after what happened in Hyjal. And cats... like to toy with their prey.”

She went back to poking her stick at the water. “Not long after Brennadam, I hunted a Horde raiding party on the edges of Stormnsong Valley. Just three of them. The first two died fast enough when I caught them by surprise, but the third? She was a mage, and I stalked and harried her for more than an hour, following the scent of blood in the tall grass. I even let her try to conjure a portal twice, just to break the spell at the last moment. My claws were on her chest when she died. I watched her eyes as they went dark, smelled her last breath. It was curiosity as much as anything, a question someone had asked me a few nights earlier that I had to answer for myself.”

“I’m not so lost now.” A brief echo of her lopsided grin touched her lips, “But I never forget the scent of blood in the tall grass…”

Reference: Trophy

(Thank you for the ask, @safrona-shadowsun!)

[kendallsroyco]

The DILFication of Matt Murdock is happening right before our eyes 😩

From 2014 ---> 2023 (Charlie's been playing Matt for almost a decade 🥺)

[stardustintheabyss]

Kid me: clowns are creepy & scary

Adult me: ...I have something to tell you & you're not gonna like it. But on the bright side we're no longer scared of clowns.

[urfavgirlsgirl]

3 important reminders to maintain your feminine charm

Hello girliiies,Im back again with another post that might help youu so im not going to talk too much,letsss discover the tiiipsss .

The art of Listening: A captivating woman listens more than she speaks; she has mastered the art of listening. If you want to be charming, focus on your conversation partner instead of getting lost in your own thoughts. This shows that you genuinely care about what they have to say.

By giving them space to express themselves, you create an opportunity to learn more about them while maintaining an air of mystery by sharing less about yourself. Don't fucking Chase: A high-value woman never chases anyone! She understands that it's not worth her time to pursue someone who isn’t investing in her. This principle applies to every aspect of your life.

If someone walks away, ghosts you, or sends mixed signals, they’re not worth your effort. They've made their choice, and trying to change their mind won’t lead anywhere. It’s best to move on!

In dating, most men are straightforward. If he truly wanted to be with you, your heart would know, and his actions would reflect that. Remember, we women have intuition for a reason! If you’re asking yourself, “Why is he emotionally unavailable?” or “Why isn’t he reaching out?” deep down, you already know the answer. Your ego might not want to accept it, but the truth is: he’s just not that into you!

Give chances to guys who love you! When you wait for the guy you’re into to reciprocate those feelings, you might be closing the door on wonderful men who genuinely like you and could make you happy. I’ve seen it happen too often: a woman chooses to pursue the “bad boy” and ends up friend-zoning a great guy. Then she wonders on social media why all men seem toxic or unreliable.

The truth is, there are many good men out there! Sometimes we just get caught up in the wrong choices. Maybe he doesn’t match your ideal look, or he’s shorter than you envisioned. I’m not saying to lower your standards, but rather to evaluate men based on their investment in you—like their actions and consistency—not just their appearance.

Remember, you are the prize!

and thats all giiirlies,just wanted to share it with uuuu,pls don't hesitate to commet ur opinion,tips and anything .xoxo

[ashchoo]