#frightened rabbit tattoo

[sevens-evan]

you know what i've been sleeping on the winter of mixed drinks. banger ass album. nothing like you goes hard. "this is a bedroom that you've never been in" is an entirely new emotion that we've all felt and describing it that way is fuckin brilliant

[notheroic]

Touched up and healed. So absolutely over the moon with this. It looks amazing and the little pop of yellow is just perfect. Really love the lyric in Scott’s handwriting too (Get together now - find hope if it’s hard to decipher). 🖤🖤🖤

Maybe it’s best I’ve been watching Best Ink (tattoo competition show) but I’m already germinating an idea for another tattoo. No idea when I’ll get it or anything but the idea is there. It’d be another Disney one on my other arm to bring them back into line with each other. I know what it’d be too but gotta let the idea gestate for a bit and also it’s not like I afford it just now or possibly until later next year.

ETA: the dates are the date Mark proposed at Cinderella’s castle in Magic Kingdom (25.09.2019) and the date we got married (19.06.2021)

[epickiya722]

Some earlier parts of the manga, sometimes Sukuna just looks like Itadori with tattoos on when his hair is down.

Example!

Here, look at him! His hair down makes him look like Itadori!! Even that with that smile! Put his hair up (in the anime, his hair is pushed back before he encounters Megumi)? That is definitely Sukuna with a cheeky smile like "I'm definitely going to cause some chaos and you can't stop me".

Now before anyone thinks otherwise, I actually like it either way. With his hair down, he gives Itadori (well, duh, he's possessing his body but I meant like vibes). It's, like, even though they're two different people, they still share similarities.

They're two sides of the same coin!

It's like how in the more recent episode with Itadori.

With his hair up with a death glare to match, it's no longer Itadori. He's giving off those Sukuna vibes.

Whether the hair thing is on purpose or on accident (I mean like, let's say Gege forgot to draw Sukuna with his hair pushed back) I just think it's a nice touch regardless because it's just a slight change between them appearance wise, but it makes a big difference.

Again, two different people! But, they can still embody each other.

I know I'm probably not making sense, I'm just rambling, I didn't plan any of this, but think of how a writer writes a really good scene with some symbolism they didn’t plan before but it plays well into the story.

Just thought of something! I promise you this post didn't mean to get this long. I just got thoughts!

It's funny to me that in this scene (mentioned above), Itadori frightens Mahito to the point he feels like a helpless rabbit (don't get into your feelings about that rabbit, Kiya). Not long before this, Mahito encounters Sukuna and was even smug in his presence. (Because he wasn't going to be there long anyways.)

(Just realized that it kinda looks like Sukuna got his arm in his kimono like one who do with a hoodie... Itadori wears hoodies...)

This is just reverse of Mahito's earlier encounters with Sukuna and Itadori.

He was scared in Sukuna's presence before and yet when it came to Itadori, he tormented him and declared he'll kill him.

Now? The script had been flipped on him.

It's moments like this that just gets me thinking about the connection between Itadori and Sukuna, is all.

[skinnywalker]

Hi, how are you? Could you do a Lost Boys+Michael x male reader who has six arms? Like maybe, we work at a 'The Greatest Showman' type freak show. And the boys see you and realize they are going to so damn whipped for you. If you don't want to that's fine! Thanks!

I haven't watched the greatest showman, but I can!

He sees a lot of strange people in his profession. People so tall they would hit the ceiling or so small they could be a baby, people covered in tattoos till their skin turned gray, people with snake tongues, anything imaginable. But no one had ever seen someone like him. He was used to stares and pointing and jeers, but the stares these boys gave him made him feel different...

He felt like a rabbit being watched by wolves.

Finally, one came up to him, a tall, attractive man with thick blonde curls.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I'm Marko. Those are my friends over there, David, Paul, and Dwayne."

"Is there a reason you're talking to me? Are trying to get a picture with the freak or something?"

Marko seems shocked and then smiles.

"Oh no, we were just wanting to know if you would want to join us for a little fun?"

"Fun?"

"Yeah, you know go on some rides, have some good food."

Marko smiles and presses his mouth against his ear.

"Spend some time getting to know eachother."

In that second, the lost boys had him. They spent the night together, and he finally got to be a regular teen. During the whole night, the lost boys flirted with him, getting touchy and close.

At the end of the night the boys decide to take him home.

"So where do all of you live?"

David smiles

"I'll show you but you have to promise me something."

"Ok..."

He smiles.

"Promise me you won't be frightened."

(Possible part 2)

[scorpi-o-moon]

Sweet Dreams, seldom sought, how do I hold you into my heart?

How may I believe that I am worthy? That I am someone who can be happy?

Magic is not a trait that runs in my family, bible-brow-beaten, angry,

Violence has always been the price, the language, of masculinity.

I don’t know if there’s any version of me who would suffice who I’m supposed to be

In the eyes of anybody? The eternal struggle with keeping the meter of other people’s expectations, is I am never going to look not-gay not-poor not-trans not-disabled not-crazy enough for any of the bigots yelling at me from truck windows, following me in groups at night so long and loud and frightening I have learned to cut across fields silent as a rabbit in the rain stop doing the shitty ass things they do. But for whatever reason the people I think I am flagging to seem to be responding eternally platonically to different signals! Sorry! 404! No queer community found! Feeling closer and closer to being underground? Stick around! It gets better wasn’t just a catchphrase after all! You’re 24! Congrats! You’ve crossed straight over from “at risk” to too fucking old to be a concern! In fact, you’re concerning! Why don’t you look more gay? Why don’t you look more gay? I don’t know why I don’t look more gay. I just am? I am. That’s all. I wear what I like and I can get for free and the jewelry and bits and pieces I’ve been collecting ardently for years

When did I stop looking gay? Maybe tonight I will cut my hair and dye it

An old ritual of prayer. Let me live another day. If only so someone gay will compliment my hair. If only so one person will see me.

Long enough for a new tattoo.

[belovedrayne]

Memory – A Long Past – Zariya

It is strange to think about how every action, every choice one makes live a different life than they otherwise would have. Zariya isn’t sure which of her previous actions lead her here, though she wasn’t necessarily upset about it. She is in a new land, able to explore, willing to help her tribe by sending potential mates back home to be able to expand their numbers. Was it getting the tattoos across her cheeks that caused her to be the one chosen to leave?  Was it truly because of how similar she looked to the matriarch? She didn’t understand why that would be a problem. Yes, the matriarch has no kits of her own, but why does Zariya having similar looks to her mean anything? The poor hrothgal had no idea why it was such a big deal, but the rumors were enough that when it came time for a person to be chosen to leave, the Matriarch was firm on it being Zariya.

               As the woman lay back in the grass, feeling the sun warming the fur on her cheeks, she smiles, remembering the good times she had back at her tribe. Chasing the wild rabbits until the rabbits called upon the giant elk to chase them in return. How each of her friends slowly began to come into their talents. Mages and healers, sword bearers and sharpshooters. Perhaps it was because Zariya never really had an interest in any of that, that she was the chosen one. She thought back fondly on the one she had a crush on growing up, their playful kisses and blushing hand holding. That was as far as they ever got before life sent them on different journeys and they grew apart. Still, there was no hard feelings about that.

               A small bee lands on Zariya’s nose, and her heterochromatic eyes cross as she stares at it, smiling as she sees it’s just a cute fuzzy bumble. There was a time, she might have been terrified. As a young kit she had sees a beehive, and having just learned there was honey within she went to eat said honey. The stings upon her skin were red and angry for almost a full week. The soft chuckle that passes her lips unfortunately frightened the small critter away and with a buzz it fled back to its friends.

               How easily one can get lost in memories, perhaps even this moment she is currently living will be a fond memory she can look back upon. The day she relaxed in a beautiful field under a bright sky. Soon enough she will have dozens more in her heart to carry with her. It is an exciting thought for her to have.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💝💕 (no pressure!!)

OKAY I HAVE LIKE THIRTY PLAYLISTS AND NO FAVORITES so im doing my top songs of all time on tidal (and I'm gonna include my favorite lyric bc I'm extra)

Hollow - Noah Kahan

Who do you wanna be in fifty years? I'm saying, "I just want to be alive"

All I'm saying is if this song was available in 2017 I would have the lyrics tattooed on my body already

2. An Otherwise Disappoint Life - Frightened Rabbit

I have a long list of tepid disappointments It doesn't mention you

This whole album was a solid YEAR of my life I listened to it on my MP3 player while riding the bus to school all the time.

3. Your Sister Was RIght - Wilbur

tbh this song is fine but it's only on here bc it was on my playlist of Hands Off and I listened to ONLY THAT PLAYLIST for several weeks. I don't love it, it just made it into my top songs by proxy.

4. Orange Juice - Noah Kahan

You said my heart has changed and my soul has changed And my heart, and my heart That my life has changed, that this town had changed And you had not

albums that altered my brain chemistry tbh??? this whole album is on my top listened if it were a CD i would have worn it out by now

5. girl in a china shop - Caroline Romano

I am a girl in a china shop Counting the damage can't pay the cost I break things, I take things Composure I'm faking Compound my mistakes Until everyone hates me I am a girl in a china shop Scared that my worst is the best that I've got

The whole chorus (and the whole song, really,) goes so hard I don't know what to do with myself

like holy shit it's a slapper its a jammer it's a DROP DEAD good song.

[trademarkblue]

3 4 6 11! 🖤

This is the most fun ask game ever! Thank you!!

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Driving down the PCH with the windows down, hair blowing, salty air, and an iced coffee in the cup holder...

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

He smells like cigarette smoke and the city. His eyes are dark, his hair is darker. He rides his bike 13 miles to see me for 5 minutes. I wouldn't rather forget him, but I try not to fall all the way in.

6: A song that makes you want to dance

No one's home, in your underwear, thinking about a tattoo you wanna get, candles burning, string lights on, barefoot...

11: A song that you never get tired of

Rip my heart out, burn it, then put it back in.

🤍🤍🤍

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 4

Part 1: link

Part 2: link

Part 3: link

Previously, on the Tory Prom Parable...

You and Robby Keene crashed the West Valley High junior prom with the sole intention of pissing off your lame exes, Miguel Diaz and Samantha LaRusso. It works like a charm! They catch sight of you walking in in a power stance, and they are in fact pissed off immediately.

But there's been a snag in your carefully-crafted plan--you forgot to account for the fact you exist in a fix-it fic, so unlike the absolute trainwreck that was 4x08, Sam and Miguel will actually be acting in-character here. Which means, of course, that they immediately got the fuck out of there, considering...you know. Y'all traumatized them terribly that one time and all that jazz.

You are faced with the decision of how to proceed with your targets gone...

You decide your best move is to use the age-old wisdom "If it sucks, hit da bricks!!!" And indeed, this dance does suck balls and much battery and aggravated assault will be committed against building materials on this fine night.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask Robby. "I mean...our exes aren't even here, and prom is a stupid performative rich kid thing anyways."

His eyes light up with such unfiltered excitement that it's actually kind of cute.

Robby Keene also has pretty eyes. Not that you'd ever tell him that, no sir. You told Miguel Diaz he had pretty eyes once, and look how that turned out.

"My thoughts exactly, Tor," Robby says. "To hell with this place."

Tor?! That's kind of...

No. No, bad Tory. We're not doing this song and dance again. Dating is for schmucks who inevitably get ditched for rich kids with trust funds and whatever-the-fuck-else.

This havoc-causing night is strictly professional, and you know it.

On the way out you pass Hawk and Demetri on the dance floor, jokingly waltzing to some ballad.

At least...you think they're jokingly waltzing. They're eye-fucking the crap out of each other, which is pretty damn weird.

You wonder if perhaps it's no accident that Demetri's wedgie-receiving and also weirdly hot girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Well, no matter.

You ram your shoulder into Demetri as you pass, making him spill punch on his stupid pac-man suit. Get fucked, nerd.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?!" Hawk shrieks after you. "Come back here! I'll beat your ass!"

"Was that Tory Nichols?" you hear Demetri say, in a tone a frightened rabbit might use if prey animals could talk. Good.

You're unconcerned. Hawk is all bark and no bite. He wouldn't have even snapped that pussy Demetri's arm if you and the Cobras hadn't been cheering him on. Take away the best of his team, and Hawk is just a weirdo with a back tattoo and a mediocre punch at best.

"What a couple of suckers," you say to Robby.

To your surprise, he frowns a little bit.

"Demetri's alright," he says. "We were in Miyagi-Do together. He's not all that annoying once you get to know him a bit."

You stop just before the back door, feeling a sudden rush of anger.

"Hey! Who never once emailed you in juvie? Who was all too happy to boot you out of his life as soon as you accidentally hurt Precious Golden Boy Miguel Diaz? Face it, Robby--he chose the aggro asshole who kissed your girlfriend and the guy who broke his own arm over you when you were nothing but a good friend to him."

Robby hesitates.

"I don't know if I was--"

"You protected that loser nerd at the mall. And again at that party. And what'd you get in return? He ghosted you and went crawling back to the same asshole buddies he joined Miyagi-Do to learn how to fight. He only hung out with you so he wouldn't be alone! Kid was all too happy to ditch you when he got back the friends he liked better. For god's sake, have a little self-respect!"

It's strange. You know these stories because you heard them from the other side--Hawk's bitching, mostly--but they're painted in a much different light when she thinks about them from Robby's point of view. He really did do everything he could to protect a naive idiot who refused to stop prodding at one of Cobra Kai's most dangerous fighters.

Demetri hardly deserves that kind of safety net.

You realize too late that you're crying. The anger has grown too raw for you to care.

Because you know what it's like. Always being second-best in someone's heart, no matter how hard you try. Getting fucked over by people you trusted with your greatest vulnerabilities. Fair-weather friends who act like they get you--who act like they care--and then vanish into the wind as soon as your uglier side pokes out.

Aisha Robinson. Miguel Diaz. Hawk Moskowitz. All the friends you've made and lost, moving schools and having new people drawn to your energy only to run when the teeth and claws come out.

Pussies, all of them. But it still hurts.

Robby is silent for some time, just looking at you in surprise. He clearly didn't expect for you to feel so strongly about some nerd in a lame pac-man suit.

Some realization seems to dawn in those nice green eyes of his. "I guess you're right," he says quietly. "I hadn't thought of it like that."

"I know the feeling." You smile weakly, suddenly not caring if you're showing a little vulnerability. "People abandoning you. Giving up on you after one mistake. If there's one thing I've learned, it's just...you have to leave them behind. You have to move on. It hurts, but they're not worth shit if you care more than they do."

"Yeah." Robby nods slowly.

He glances back to where Demetri is still on the dance floor, frantically wiping down his suit with wet napkins. He's probably making the stain worse.

"Actually, you know what?" Robby curls his lip. "Fuck him. He's a whiny bitch of a fake friend."

"Yeah!" Before you can stop yourself, you're genuinely beaming and playfully punching Robby in the shoulder. "That's the spirit! We can do better than those losers, and you know it. You'll wipe the floor with both of them at the tournament, anyways."

That seems to cheer Robby up.

He doesn't strike you as the type of guy who's gotten a lot of unconditional support in his life. You'd be happy to be the first to provide it.

Both of you scurry out the back of the prom venue and find where you parked the car. There's a bright red slip of paper tucked under a windshield wiper. You pull it out and rip it to smithereens, throwing it up so it rains down like confetti because, once again, fuck the police.

"So." You lean suavely against the side of the car, wiggling your eyebrows fake-flirtily (it's only fake flirting, you swear). "Seems like the night is ours, Keene. Guess we should make good use of it."

"Guess we should."

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Jabs, Insults, and Life Advice from The Ancient Murder Machine Himself, Abel!

You know it happens. Big Brother looses his cool. Sometimes, other people lose limbs. Sometimes Abel just cuts them down with words. And on even rarer occasions, he offers little gems of knowledge here and there. Neither Iris nor I avoid the tongue lashings from time to time (mind out of the gutter, Bright!). Here we go, folks... words of... well, some wisdom from 076-2 himself.

"You call this meat loaf? How long did the kitchen staff let it sit?"

"Young man, I've seen more offensive power from zombies. Start weight training, and do not skip leg day."

"Do not meddle in the affairs of Bright, the man is insane by even my standards."

"Rabbit, stab first, insult later."

"That which failed to kill me had better start running. After that weak slap, I will give you a full minute head start."

"When in doubt, aim for center mass."

"Did you confirm the kill? Always double check."

"Are you here to fight, or are you lost?"

"I have been hit harder by a paralyzed goatherder. Try it again."

"You call this a knife? Do you use it for bludgeoning people? No? Then go sharpen it. It is sharp enough when you can shave with it."

"Hold on. You are trying to wield a two handed sword with one hand. While you are strong, you are still mortal. Place both hands on the hilt. Now you have more control and more power in your strikes."

"Mind your footwork. The enemy will not help you to your feet."

"There is no honor in 'teabagging' a defeated enemy. To do such an act dishonors you and he both."

"Failure is acceptable. Quitting is not. Now, get up and fight."

"Yes, it hurts. But the pain of the hit teaches you to dodge."

"Everything worthwhile is difficult before it becomes easy. Do not give up."

"Do you see grapevines? No? Then quit whining and fight."

"I would apologize, but an apology would imply I cared about you."

"You call that a punch? I call that pathetic."

"Please explain to me how someone whom claims to be educated can come up with a plan so (untranslatable) idiotic. I will wait."

"Dye? You will if you attempt it."

"I am a warrior. I am exempt from pants. Besides, it is far more terrifying to be confronted by a nearly nude opponent. Look at Doctor Clef. He would be much more frightening without his shirt. Also, more mobility. There is a disadvantage in colder climates, but I just skin an animal and move on." A pause. "On further thought... I regret bring up shirtless Clef."

"Sometimes, the wisest choice is find a pile of blankets, bury yourself in them, and wait for things to blow over."

"Touch my sisters once more. I know of at least a thousand ways to end your life just off the cuff. Try it. I dare you."

"If you must do something so unintelligent, at least try to be smart about it."

"Are you still alive? Impressive. Annoying, but impressive."

"You tried to shoot me. Admirable, but futile." Death glare. "You have two seconds to start running or fighting."

"I have seen more spirit in a morgue. You can do this. Yes, you can whine. But, you can do this, you will do this. Now, get on with it, you sad little man!"

"Excuse me? Was that garbled balderdash supposed to be insulting? Here is an insult for you... your father was an ill bred sheep molester, and your mother's virtue is so thin a bride could use it as a veil."

"No, I do not know of this 'Conan the Barbarian'. Enlighten me."

"Have I read 'the Art of War'? Who do you think taught Sun Tzu everything he knew?"

"You wish to know how I acquired my tattoos? Well, you have heard of collecting skulls? I... ran out of storage space, and had this tattoo artist lady friend... next thing you know I had them everywhere. They tend to be addicting, like popcorn."

"What is best in life? To outlive those who wish you harm, to find good friends, a sharpened sword in your hand, and cats. So elegant and graceful, yet foolish."

"Eating goldfish? That sounds like a pointless waste of time and nice looking fish."

"If something seems too good to trust, do not trust it."

"Who in the hells are you talking about? No, I do not know of this... Geralt. Nor do I 'cosplay'. Admit it, Iris... you merely wish to dye my hair."

"I had my doubts at first, but this engineer, Isaac Clarke, he is a true warrior. A pity he is only a modern myth. His suit is a most interesting design. A shame he too was a victim of corporate greed."

"A legend of a great warrior I do not know? Educate me, who is this 'Zelda'?"

"Yes, that is an axe in my hand. And, no... I am not glad to see you, Dr. Bright."

"I would argue with you, but there is no honor in defeating an unarmed opponent in a battle of wits."

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

22,23,25,27,28

22. A song that moves you forward

The World Should Revolve Around Me by Little Jackie. Ever since the first time I heard this song on like, Carson Daley or some shit, this has been a mood booster for me. This song is the one I'm trying to build my life around, if you know what I mean.

23. A song that you think everybody should listen to

Ok funny answer, Heavy Boobs by Rachel Bloom/Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. that song is so fucking funny and real. Real answer, I'm a Fantastic Wreck by Montaigne. a great song, a great music video, a great artist, you know how it is.

25. A song by an artist no longer living

The Modern Leper by Frightened Rabbit. Idk if this is cheating, because only the lead singer is dead, but it was written by him. Anyways it's my favorite of their songs and I'm planning a tattoo based on it

27. A song that breaks your heart

Plea From a Cat Named Virtue by the Weakerthans. This song always makes me cry lmao, just the idea of this little cat urging it's owner to keep going, like you can do it you're strong enough!! makes me cry bitch

28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Anything by Charly Bliss, but I'll go with DQ cuz that's one of my fav songs of theirs. I love the singer's voice, because it feels so bubblegum-y you know? Which is an interesting this when paired with their music. idk I just love that combo, and her voice a lot

[wendyspotatopeeler]

Ross and a Frightened Rabbit tattoo??

PERFECTION

ROSS’ NEW TATTOO!!! LOOK AT HIMMMMM LOOK AT HIS ARM <333

[notheroic]

Took a trip to Cumbernauld (I know, I wish I didn’t have to but it’s where my tattoo artist is based and I got lost in Town Centre building which is a hellish maze) to have a quick consult with my tattoo artist about touching up my Frightened Rabbit tattoo. He said he could definitely do it and re-do the white to make it stand out again, which is basically exactly what I thought and wanted.

After my trip to Port Edgar and just seeing posts on the FR/Scott fb group, I was so tempted to also add to it and I am doing it! I’m so excited! Scott and the band meant and means so much to me that adding a little more FRabbit to stay with me forever is perfect.

Can’t wait to show it off once it’s done! Getting it during my week off in June for our anniversary and my birthday. It’ll be a little early birthday present to myself. 🖤

[juliens-bakery]

when it's all gone, something carries on

and it's not morbid at all, just when nature's had enough of you

Frightened Rabbit Forever

[m-u-r-m-u-r-a-t-i-o-n-s]

It’s taken a little over two years to settle on a design, but I finally have an appointment booked in for my Frightened Rabbit tribute tattoo, taking a diamond of the photograph on the Nothing Like You - Single artwork.

Scott created incredibly honest and beautiful art. His words and songs saved countless lives while he was with us and continue to aid and inspire. I owe you more than I can convey in a few words or paragraphs and it hurts knowing I can never thank you for your strength. Rest easy Scott x

[quietlyblooms]

her eyes grow wide as she watches ink transform into shadow then into a predator which circles her like the the frightened rabbit she is. her heart races, and her chest feels tight again, yet chiyo stops herself from stepping back. she doesn't want to retreat. she doesn't want to keep running. if she remains the rabbit, it'll always be that way; if she remains the rabbit, there'll come a day when something finally gobbles her up.

the demon's growl seems to echo inside her ribcage, bouncing against the bone and battering her lungs; her neighbor's words cause gooseflesh to erupt across her skin, fear creeping up her spine. still, chiyo doesn't move. either she'll die here as the rabbit, or she'll survive as something else. if it's the former, at least she'll meet her end head-on.

it's difficult, but chiyo looks away from the feline to meet her neighbor's eyes. brow furrowed and mouth set in a hard line, she asks, " are you trying to gauge my resolve right now, or do you just like scaring strangers? "

logically thinking, the other would have nothing to gain from killing her, and he didn't seem all that concerned about her earlier until she pushed for information. there isn't a reason to believe he'll kill her... but there isn't exactly a reason to believe he won't, either. judging by the bodies around them, her survival appears to be a stroke of luck rather than any effort on his part. her life could very well mean nothing to him, likely does.

chiyo looks up at the sky, takes a deep breath, and lets it out. then she's looking at the magician with something like amused exasperation. " i mean, this is a bit dramatic for a demonstration, " she tells him, a little breathless even as she adopts a more laidback demeanor. when in doubt, put on a new mask. " i'm already well-aware of my own mortality, y'know. several times over. you could've just said, ' see these tattoos? they're actually demons i can summon. ' would've saved me from another heart attack. "

    the weight of dread in the air is slowly diminishing as the passage of time rolls onward. this task was meant to be swift, as it was undeserving of his energy beyond natural production, especially due to the fact that it's one he isn't being compensated for. . he isn't even going to bother with cleanup. V steps over the heap of bodies so that he is no longer stuck in the center, instead moving to the forefront. it's all behind him now, back turned to the mess he's made; any discernable shred of remorse is nonexistent.

    if her desperation was any louder, the half-devil could feed on the frequency. he'd sugar coat a buffet of lies until it's lethal. it isn’t until the other’s unforeseen approach in his direction that he pauses on carrying out that leap of deception. . her curiosity is scorned and a likely candidate for trouble in the future, but he hasn't encountered someone with any awareness or drive for survival in what felt like a myriad of centuries -- a long time, simply put. the humans who ever yearned for his aid were once on the cusp of death, not stood before him with an abundance of years left to fulfill and the determination to boot.

    words are unnecessary for this demonstration. he knows the queries will arise no matter what he’ll ever say or do. the man lifts his arm in slight, the patterns of ink starting to bubble and liquify. with his index finger steered at the observer, a small drop of darkness collects on the tip. as it swells up enough to fall, the demon he's called upon begins to take shape. as she always has, Shadow manifests as a large feline, red eyes aglow and thick tail in a quick sway -- she's ready to hunt, awaiting further command from her master. instinct draws her toward the human, rounded earls fallen back and ivory fangs on display as a growl rumbles to interrupt the tight silence. V observes from afar as the demon begins to pace in a circle around the stranger like a predator sizing up it’s meal.

      ❝ she can't kill other demons, only injure them enough for me to finish them off. a human, though . . ❞ a dry chuckle erupts in response to his own implication. the only thing holding back any bloodshed is his verbal consent and the loose aspect of morality. ❝ . . you'd be our first. ❞